Chapter 280: Jisung’s story 05: Hi trainer.

Jisung’s POV

I throw the woman on the bed and she lets out a dramatic moan.

My cock is throbbing, begging for release, but I pull off my shirt first.

Damn it, I didn’t go to the club to get riled up like this, I went to make a careful choice.

But that man turned everything upside down, why the hell was he dressed like that?

Is it okay to have on things like that, the black shirt showed off his body, his small waist and almost fragile frame.

If I didn’t know better, I would think he would need protection all the time.

His hair, I wanted to pull it back myself.

He looked pretty with it down, but I like his style better, held back in the way that shows off his neckline and his jawline.

The places that will be perfect to decorate with kisses.

I watched him for a while, his posture, his mannerism...he didn’t drink, he just talked.

He was talking comfortably with that man, smiling naturally, hell...his smile, his fucking smile...I can imagine him smiling with pleasure when he’s being taken.

I groan and move away from my bed.

He’s making me angry, did he come to torment me? Was he sent by some enemy?

He got me hard enough to grab a random woman, but not I can’t even touch her, his face is stuck in my head.

The way he eagerly said thank you like he couldn’t have beaten that molester to stupor all by himself.

"Jisung-ssi" the woman on my bed says and I look at her over my shoulder, taking in the look on her face, she’s surprised that I’m walking away.

"Leave" I say and she sits up.

She’s already half undressed, her heavy breasts are on display, her nipples are rock hard and her legs are spread, she doesn’t have panties on...but I don’t want any of that.

"But sir..."

"Ask my driver to take you wherever you want" I nod at the door, moving to my night stand to take my cigar.

I don’t know what I need to do, but something has to be done soon, he is starting to feel like a fucking virus in my system.

Morning reaches quickly and I get ready for my day.

As I leave for the training room, I run into Yeon’s son.

"Hyung" Jaehyun calls and I stop to attend to him, he’s my godson and mentee, he is one of the reasons I remain here in torture.

"What?" I ask gruffly and he cocks his brow.

"Wow you’re so happy this morning, your joy is lighting up the world clan" he says sarcastically and I sigh, I can punch him and get away with it.

"You’re thinking of punching me aren’t you?" he snickers and take a step back.

"I’m busy, what do you want?" I ask, hiding my fond smile, if he sees me smile, he’ll think I’m enjoying his crap.

"Nothing really, I missed you during your rut" he says.

Jaehyun, just like his mother, has always been subtly pushing the agenda of ’getting Jisung a partner’.

I’m sick of the both of them.

"Isn’t your mate pregnant?" I ask and his smile drops, "that’s right, I need to get him something, bye hyung!" Jaehyun says and runs off.

I keep forgetting that he’s an adult and not the teenage boy that used to follow me everywhere.

’Jisung hyung, you’re the coolest, I’m so glad you’re a part of my family’ he used to say.

It used to make me feel...wanted.

I shove my hands into my pockets and continue my journey to the training room, I can already hear the grunts and groans of fighting men and women.

The closer I get, I start to smell sweat, desperation and passion with a hint of tiredness.

"Don’t announce me" I tell the guard at the door and he nods, bowing low and opening the door for me.

I find them mid combat, one on one, each person is fighting without weapon and I take note of their forms and stances.

That beta is here too, his hair is held back today, and fuck, I hate how he looks.

He’s covered in sweat and his face is twisted in concentration, but he looks gorgeous, too beautiful for this kind of life.

The white shirt he’s wearing is sticking to his body due to sweat.

He gets distracted as his eyes meet mine and his opponent takes advantage of it, slamming him to the floor and sitting on him.

The hit was hard, too hard to be a training, and the man lets out a pained scream.

"End it! Gyubin, what was that?" one of the trainers yells and I fold my arms, holding myself back from doing anything.

The other trainees surround Seohwa, asking if he’s okay and if anything was broken, checking his arms and legs while I stand immobile.

Gyubin might not make it back home if I interfere, so I clench my jaw and keep my hands in a fist.

The training ends not long after, a long lecture was given by the main trainer, and I keep my eyes ahead, pretending to look at the logo on the wall.

My nose is sniffing for discomfort, Seohwa is a beta, which makes his pheromones mild but I try to check anyways, deeply annoyed.

Once everyone leaves, it’s just Seohwa and I in the training room.

The beta is slowly packing his things and limping.

Satisfied with seeing him through the entire training, and finally tired of being around him, I pull myself up and get ready to leave but he calls me back.

"Jisung-ssi" he calls and I pause.

"I wanted to say...thank you for yesterday" he says and comes to stand in front of me, he looks even prettier up close...is that...lip gloss?

"I also..."

"You are going to be a warrior, distraction can cost you your life next time, pay better attention" I say coldly to him and just as I turn to leave him alone, I hear a thud.

It sounds like a body is hitting the floor and I know I’m fucked.

I slowly turn around and find him sitting on the floor with a sorry look on his face, and his hand in his lap.

"Help me..." he whispers innocently.

This man has to be playing with me.