Swallow Hunting - Chapter 26.2
“Did you incur it yourself?”
He knew his mother had passed away when he was five, but did he not know the rest? Or was he asking despite knowing? Whatever the case, the right answer was to respond honestly.
“No. It’s not that.”
It wasn’t something to be proud of, so he rarely spoke of it. It was a cliché story used so often in movies and dramas that no one was curious about it anymore. Hae-jun stared into space for a moment before casting his eyes down.
“It’s my father’s gambling debt.”
“Why are you the one paying that back, Cha Hae-jun?”
“My father drugged me with sleeping pills, stole my personal seal, and stamped the documents. He took my ID and prepared the paperwork. They say I can’t even sue because it’s legally considered my own act. I heard I could win if I proved I was in a state of mental and physical weakness, but when I looked into it, there was neither evidence nor witnesses.”
Lee Kang-ju took a drink. He gestured slightly with his chin as if telling him to continue. There was no way he could get drunk on just a few sips, but perhaps because it was night, the words buried deep inside him began to flow out smoothly.
“I tried everything. I reported it to the police, scraped together what little money I had to visit a lawyer. It was all useless. They say the law forbids illegal collection, but for someone like me, the law is far away and a fist is close. There was no defense against them showing up to threaten and beat me.”
Hae-jun chuckled. He had wanted to die back then, but now he could laugh about it. It seemed people managed to live on somehow. Even if the place they stood was the deepest pits of hell.
“That is indeed an easy method.”
Hae-jun narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways at Lee Kang-ju. Come to think of it, the man in front of him also had a profession that involved beating people. The scene of him walking out with blood splattered on his white shirt came to mind. Normally, he was the type of person Hae-jun would never associate with.
To think he ended up rolling around in bed with a thug he had vowed never to even brush fingertips with. This was why life was interesting. It was unpredictable.
“Anyway, that’s why I have to earn a lot of money. Please look kindly on me working during the day.”
When he added that with a hint of charm, Lee Kang-ju nodded. Then, he put down the empty can and stood up from his seat. Hae-jun checked the time on his phone first. He had been there for less than an hour.
“Then get some rest. You’ll be busy starting tomorrow.”
“Are you leaving?”
He hadn’t expected they would have sex at this hour, but it was bewildering that the man was returning home so quietly. He told him to at least sober up before leaving, but Lee Kang-ju refused, saying it was fine.
“My house is more comfortable.”
For some reason, a sudden sense of regret washed over him. Even if he had to sleep on the sofa, he was more than willing to give up the bed to Lee Kang-ju.
He didn’t want to let him go like this. But he couldn’t hold him back either.
“…….”
After a brief struggle, Hae-jun impulsively knelt before Lee Kang-ju. He slowly stroked up the man’s calves with both hands and gripped the back of his firm thighs. When he submissively offered his head like a dog, the back of his hair was immediately seized, and his head was tilted back.
“What kind of act is this?”
“I’ve received things, so I should work for the money.”
Whether Lee Kang-ju beat or killed others, to Hae-jun, he was the benefactor who gave him money. To the grateful savior who provided a house and paid off part of his debt, the greatest reward he could give was this body.
Curling up the corners of his mouth, he unbuckled the belt. He bit the zipper between his teeth to pull it down and spread the gap of the underwear with the bridge of his nose. He gently coaxed out the heavy, hanging pillar with his tongue. Having tasted it a few times, he felt no resistance.
“While I’m at it, I’ll help pull the alcohol you drank out of you.”
There is no faster way to get rid of alcohol than through ejaculation and urination. Hae-jun smiled mischievously. He moistened his dry lips with his tongue and took the head into his mouth at once. Lee Kang-ju’s grip on his hair tightened as he flinched, but he did not push away Hae-jun, who was mouthing his cock.
He kissed the glans fervently and let his tongue slide along the shaft. Holding the member as it increased in volume and its veins protruded, he took it into his mouth. Even as he forced it in, the middle was the limit. No matter how much he tried to open his throat, it wouldn’t go further than that. It was difficult unless there was some forced power pressing down on his head.
The tension gradually left the hand holding his hair. The man ran his fingers through Hae-jun’s hair and combed it as if praising a good child. Yet, whenever Hae-jun rubbed the curved parts with the tip of his tongue, strength would inevitably return to the fingers. His scalp was pulled taut, but he clung on with his best effort.
While he was deeply engrossed, hands slid under his armpits and his upper body was suddenly lifted. In an “oh?” moment, his body was flipped over and his chest hit the dining table. He had experienced something similar on the bed last time. Hae-jun looked back with his wet lips parted. His loose pants, along with his underwear, were pulled straight down.
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