Light Mr. XX

Moments later, Ha Jun-seo withdrew his fingers from Kim Min-seok’s mouth, coated in a mix of semen and saliva. He deliberately brought them to his own lips, savoring the taste with relish. The sight of the delicate beauty licking his own semen from those red lips was strangely arousing, making Kim Min-seok’s face flush with heat.

“Even without your memories, your cum tastes the same,” Ha Jun-seo remarked, licking his lips.

“…You pervert,” Kim Min-seok muttered. Ha Jun-seo chuckled, massaging Kim Min-seok’s reddened buttocks.

“I may be a pervert, but you’re the one who enjoys being spanked and coming from it. That’s not exactly normal either, is it?”

“…Ugh!”

Kim Min-seok’s face burned with embarrassment as he gritted his teeth. He wanted to argue but couldn’t deny the obvious reactions of his body.

“…Just untie me,” Kim Min-seok pleaded, struggling against his bound wrists. Ha Jun-seo smiled, tilting his head.

“Why would I untie you? You enjoy being tied up.”

“It’s over. It hurts, so untie me,” Kim Min-seok snapped. Ha Jun-seo let out a soft laugh, continuing to massage the sore buttocks.

“Who said it’s over? Our Ha-yoon is so cute, thinking it’s over just because you lost your memory. This is only the beginning.”

“Beginning?”

Kim Min-seok frowned, and Ha Jun-seo pressed his erection against Kim Min-seok’s buttocks, whispering, “Yes, the beginning.”

Kim Min-seok’s face flushed deeply as he felt Ha Jun-seo’s hard erection against him. Ha Jun-seo rubbed his length meaningfully between Kim Min-seok’s buttocks, his hand slowly moving towards the cleft. Realizing Ha Jun-seo’s intentions, Kim Min-seok instinctively clenched his buttocks. Ha Jun-seo noticed and chuckled softly.

“No! Fuck you! If you do this, I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!!”

The thought of being taken like this, bound and helpless, was unbearable. Kim Min-seok struggled with all his might, but his bound wrists limited his movements. Unable to move his upper body, he tried to kick Ha Jun-seo with his free legs, only to have his ankles caught. The humiliation of having both ankles gripped firmly was overwhelming. Ha Jun-seo’s large hands easily enveloped his ankles, holding them securely in place.

Ha Jun-seo’s grip was incredibly strong, his fingers digging into Kim Min-seok’s ankles with a force that made him grimace.

“Stop it. I said stop. I swear I’ll kill you,” Kim Min-seok growled, his voice laced with genuine threat.

“That’s right. The more you resist, the sweeter it is,” Ha Jun-seo said, as if admiring a cute pet. The humiliation and frustration were unbearable. Kim Min-seok had faced many hardships in life, but this level of shame was unprecedented.

As Ha Jun-seo spread Kim Min-seok’s legs wider and moved between them, the reality of what was about to happen sent a shiver down his spine. Suddenly, a faint electronic beep echoed from outside.

Beep beep beep beep-

It was the sound of the front door keypad. Who could it be? The thought crossed his mind, and one name surfaced: Choi Sang-hyuk.

“Damn it…”

Ha Jun-seo clicked his tongue in disappointment but still held onto Kim Min-seok’s ankles, keeping them spread apart.

In that brief moment, Kim Min-seok’s mind raced. The thought of Choi Sang-hyuk seeing him in this shameful state made his vision blur. But anything was better than being at Ha Jun-seo’s mercy.

“Choi Sang-hyuk! Choi Sang-hyuk!!”

Kim Min-seok thrashed and screamed Choi Sang-hyuk’s name at the top of his lungs. He desperately hoped that Ha Jun-seo would release his ankles and cover him with a blanket before Choi Sang-hyuk entered the room. But Ha Jun-seo remained still, a smirk on his face, and Choi Sang-hyuk did not rush in.

“Fuck, Choi Sang-hyuk! Hurry up and get in here!”

Where was the urgency? Kim Min-seok cursed and struggled, and only moments later did Choi Sang-hyuk appear at the bedroom door.

He was dressed in the same black suit he wore when he left the house earlier. His heavy gaze slowly scanned the scene: Kim Min-seok’s shirt torn open, his lower body exposed, hands tied behind his back, and ankles held apart, revealing everything. Choi Sang-hyuk’s eyes remained calm and composed.

“What are you just standing there for? Are you a pervert too?! Hurry up and untie me!”

Kim Min-seok frantically showed his bound wrists, trying to convey that this was not consensual.

“So, you enjoy this kind of thing with him?” Choi Sang-hyuk asked slowly, his eyes lingering on the bound wrists and reddened buttocks.

“No, I don’t! Can’t you see my hands are tied?!”

Kim Min-seok shouted desperately, his face burning with shame.

“Let him go,” Choi Sang-hyuk commanded in a low, firm voice. Ha Jun-seo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of regret in his gaze as he looked over Kim Min-seok’s exposed body. Kim Min-seok realized that if Choi Sang-hyuk hadn’t returned early, Ha Jun-seo would have had his way with him.

“What a shame,” Ha Jun-seo muttered.

Ha Jun-seo muttered his feelings honestly as he let go of Kim Min-seok’s ankle, which he had been gripping tightly. Kim Min-seok wriggled his body slightly and crouched down by the head of the bed.

Trying to cover himself with both legs only made him feel even more miserable.

Why the hell did I have to go through this? Why do I have to be seen like this?

As those thoughts crossed his mind, his eyes burned with heat. But crying, after being toyed with by another man, would only make things even more humiliating. Clenching his lower lip tightly, Kim Min-seok held back his tears.

Ha Jun-seo slowly rose from the bed. Unlike Kim Min-seok, who was completely naked, Ha Jun-seo’s clothes remained perfectly neat, without a single wrinkle. Seeing him like that made Kim Min-seok grind his teeth in frustration.

Ha Jun-seo now stood face to face with Choi Sang-hyuk. Both were tall, their heights nearly the same. Though their auras were completely different, neither man appeared to be at a disadvantage. Despite having just laid hands on Kim Min-seok as he pleased, Ha Jun-seo showed not a shred of hesitation in front of Choi Sang-hyuk, who had the air of a gangster. He was clearly not an ordinary person himself.

The two men locked eyes in silence. From Kim Min-seok’s angle, he could only see the back of Ha Jun-seo’s head, making it impossible to tell what kind of look they were exchanging. But he could sense the atmosphere. A cold, menacing tension seeped through the room.

Honestly, Kim Min-seok had expected Choi Sang-hyuk to at least throw a punch at Ha Jun-seo. Both of them were Seo Ha-yoon’s lovers, but from Choi Sang-hyuk’s perspective, Ha Jun-seo had laid hands on his partner without permission. There was no way he would just let that slide. And yet, surprisingly, Choi Sang-hyuk didn’t touch him.

Thinking about it, the whole situation was strange. He had been called to the hospital as Seo Ha-yoon’s guardian, only to find out his lover was two-timing him. He even met the other man. And yet, there wasn’t a single sign of a fight on either of their faces.

It made sense for Ha Jun-seo, who had an outwardly kind and gentle demeanor. But Choi Sang-hyuk? He didn’t seem like the type to just let something like this go. So why hadn’t he laid a hand on Ha Jun-seo?

“…Uh, could you untie this first?”

Kim Min-seok finally broke the heavy silence. His hands needed to be freed if he was going to cover himself with a blanket or pick up his clothes.

Ha Jun-seo, who had been standing with his back turned, slowly turned around and climbed onto the bed. Kim Min-seok’s body tensed up on instinct.

Ha Jun-seo obviously noticed but pretended not to, keeping a warm smile on his face as he untied the restraints around Kim Min-seok’s wrists.

Despite all of Kim Min-seok’s struggling, the knot had refused to budge. But now, with a mere tug at the end of the rope, it unraveled effortlessly.

That told him all he needed to know—Ha Jun-seo was frighteningly skilled with these kinds of knots and restraints.

Fucking pervert.

“Oh dear… Did it hurt?”

Ha Jun-seo gently caressed Kim Min-seok’s reddened wrist, his voice soft and concerned.

“You fucking pervert!”

Kim Min-seok yanked his wrist away and immediately swung his fist, landing a punch squarely on Ha Jun-seo’s face.

There was a loud thud. He had hit him so hard that his own fist stung. Shaking out his hand in the air, Kim Min-seok tried to shake off the pain.

“Our Ha-yoon’s punches are still just as sharp.”

Ha Jun-seo chuckled, licking the corner of his split lip with his tongue. The sight was strangely sensual.

Kim Min-seok hurriedly pulled the blanket over himself and shouted.

“Get out! Both of you!”

Of course, neither of them moved. Furious, Kim Min-seok grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at Ha Jun-seo and Choi Sang-hyuk.

“I said get out!”

He screamed at the top of his lungs, and only then did the two men finally turn and leave the room.

Only after they disappeared did Kim Min-seok hurriedly pick up his underwear and pajama pants, slipping them on as fast as he could. His shirt was completely ruined, every button torn off beyond repair.

Outside, the two men were still there. Kim Min-seok hesitated for a moment before making a run for the nearby dressing room, avoiding their gazes. He grabbed a shirt from inside, threw it on, and only then did he manage to escape the humiliating state he had been in.