Three Eight-Chapter 27: 18+

As Mu-gyeong pressed down with force, imitating an insertion, he pushed up beneath and then relaxed repeatedly. The hard penis rubbing against the tender skin caused a reddish trail from Hongju’s erect muscles down to his buttocks.

“Phew.”

Hongju’s lean body shook helplessly with each lift of his waist. The sofa creaked under the weight of both men. However, Hongju beneath only clenched his mouth shut, breathing in sharp cuts.

Mu-gyeong bent his arm, leaning directly over Hongju’s head. As he straightened his upper body, his weight naturally pressed down more forcefully. Mu-gyeong coiled his waist and thrust downward hard. Only the sound of the cushion being crushed could be heard. Hongju gripped his fists tightly, trembling.

“Hey, make some noise.”

“Uh!”

Mu-gyeong grimaced and grabbed Hongju’s hair, lifting his drooping head and pressing his lips against Hongju’s bruised cheekbone. Hongju’s Adam's apple bobbed greatly, a sign he was tense.

“It’s not even real sex, why are you so stiff?”

Each twitch brought his lips closer, absorbing the wetness. Lowering his gaze, Mu-gyeong could see Hongju’s soaked eyelashes.

“......”

A hot emotion surged within. Although Mu-gyeong considered Hongju a fragile and weak being, seeing him with tears was a different sentiment. What was this feeling? Perhaps a desire to torment him a bit more.

“Crying, huh.”

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Driven by the vigorous movements, Hongju’s body jerked even more violently. The robe slipped off one shoulder, completely exposing it. Only moans escaped from his stubbornly closed lips.

“Ah-.”

Mu-gyeong’s lips, which had been clinging to his cheek, blew hot breath. He frowned and hastily sat up, pressing down hard on Hongju’s reddened nape with one hand. His grip was so strong that the veins on his hand stood out.

“Ugh, ugh.”

Hongju, his head forced against the back of the sofa, groaned in agony. Mu-gyeong, unconcerned, continued to grind against him, shaking his hips. As he gained momentum, the thick tendons beneath the darkened penis writhed.

“Haa.”

At the same time, a tingling sensation spread from below. The trapped penis ejaculated. Thud, thud. The sprayed cloudy fluid extended down Hongju’s back. Mu-gyeong’s grip on the nape tightened even more.

“Haa, ha.”

Pressing down below, the dark penis slid and bounced off. The ejaculate splattered everywhere, making a mess. Mu-gyeong then pounded his hips up and down. Slap, slap. The muscles of his lower abdomen and the damp buttocks clung and separated, stretching the semen like a spider web.

“Keep your mouth shut like this, and next time we'll do it at the House, alright?”

By now, all of Hongju’s thighs had turned red. Mu-gyeong tapped the heated buttocks with the penis he was holding. Globs of cloudy bubbles that had gathered below dripped down. The soft lumps that fell on Hongju’s thigh trickled down its contour.

“Until you make noise, I’ll keep going. Got it?”

He finally let go of the dry throat he had been gripping after drawing a deep breath.

“Haa, huff.”

Hongju quickly inhaled and planted his forehead on the sofa. As Mu-gyeong looked down at him tapping his right ear with his palm, he slowly stood up. Hongju hadn’t heard his last words.

Mu-gyeong grabbed the towel dropped below the sofa as he rose. Hongju had his forehead buried in the sofa, his eyes wide open. His throat choked, and the fierce tinnitus in his right ear continued. His heartbeat and rapid breathing mixed up, leaving him dazed.

“Haa.”

After tapping his earlobe a few more times, the tinnitus finally subsided. Hongju focused all his nerves on his right ear. Mu-gyeong walked towards the window, drew the curtains, and passed by him. Soon after, the sound of water dropping was heard. Hongju, who had just been blinking until then, slowly got up. He nearly fell over the sofa several times due to weakness.

“Uh.”

Rubbing his stiff nape, he finally managed to kneel down, the semen that remained on his buttocks and thighs now smeared over his ankles and calves. It was a sticky, wet sensation. Looking down at the mess he was in, Hongju picked up the almost completely stripped robe.

“......”

He vigorously wiped off the remaining semen on his hands. However, the moisture between the fingerprints did not disappear easily. Startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening, Hongju quickly covered his lower area.

“Damn it.”

He cursed and hurriedly told him to wash up, gathering clothes, including Hongju’s. As he was distracted with the clothes, Hongju cautiously stretched his legs under the sofa. The wetness on his calves dripped down to his ankles.

“Ah.”

He quickly stood up and wiped his thighs and calves with the robe. President Mu-gyeong was very particular about cleanliness, and showing him such a dirty sight would surely fall out of favor. After all this, there was no way he’d be unfairly blamed and punished.

“......”

Now that he knew how strongly Mu-gyeong’s influence could affect him, he couldn’t let him go. If he hadn’t known, he might not have hoped at all.

After hastily wiping his back, Hongju passed by Mu-gyeong’s side and headed for the bathroom. His gaze lingered on the padding thrown away like trash.

Once he settled his debts and left, he’d buy two warm paddings first. One for himself, and the other for his father, whose face he could barely remember. But how would he meet his father? He was said to be in the Philippines. Standing on the threshold of the bathroom, Hongju glanced back. Mu-gyeong was tilting his head to both sides, checking his phone.

“......”

Perhaps President Mu-gyeong might be able to help...

His tired eyes lingered on Mu-gyeong’s back for a long while.

***

"Get up."

A hand nudged his shoulder, and Hongju slowly blinked. His blurry vision cleared, revealing Mu-gyeong, dressed neatly as ever. The last traces of sleep vanished instantly as Hongju scrambled to sit up.

"Do you never charge your phone properly?"

That was something Guppping used to say often. The moment Hongju frowned at the familiar remark, Mu-gyeong smirked and tossed a phone onto his bony thigh. It was his own phone—previously kept alive by a power bank—but now fully charged.

"Doksu was keeping an eye on me. I couldn't find the right time."

Hongju muttered an excuse, but Mu-gyeong wasn’t even listening. He had already turned away and walked off. Hongju fidgeted with his phone.

He distinctly remembered tossing and turning for a long time on the sofa, too on edge to fully fall asleep. The thought that Mu-gyeong might lay a hand on him again kept him on high alert. At some point, he must have drifted off, eyes blinking uselessly in the dim room, unaware of whether the outside world had brightened.

"You actually spent money on this shitty excuse for clothing?"

Mu-gyeong had returned, holding up Hongju’s clothes. Judging by the stiff creases, they had been freshly laundered.

"Does this even count as wearing something?"

Mu-gyeong scoffed, squeezing a part of the old, deflated padding between his fingers. The jacket crumpled weakly, barely holding its shape.

"...At least it makes it hurt less when I get hit."

It was a survival tactic he had learned the hard way. No matter how persistent he was, there were times when collecting debts was impossible. That meant returning to get beaten by Guppping or Chief Yang. The padding barely provided warmth, but it dulled the impact of blows. That was why he had never thrown it away.

To get hit just a little less painfully. To endure just a little longer.

"Oh, really?"

Mu-gyeong shrugged, then tossed the ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) clothes onto the sofa. The laundry landed with a soft thud, carrying a scent far too luxurious for Hongju to recognize. As he peeled away the plastic wrapping, Mu-gyeong moved toward the window, already on a call.

"Yeah, it’s me."

When the curtains were drawn back, blinding sunlight poured in. Hongju winced, his eyes too accustomed to the dark, but he still couldn’t tear his gaze away from Mu-gyeong. Standing there, basking in the warm winter light, Mu-gyeong turned to face him.

"We had a lot to settle. Knock four billion off Gu Hongju’s debt."

Hongju’s eyes widened in shock as he finally registered the words. Mu-gyeong just shrugged, tilting his head slightly. Last time, it had been ten million won. Even that had been enormous to him. But now, the number was far larger. His total debt, once fourteen billion, had dropped to a single digit—because of the man standing before him.

"You said you don’t have cash, right? Just doing a favor for a business partner."

The sound of slippers dragging across the floor grew closer.

"We'll deal with the rest later."

Mu-gyeong ended the call with a voice so indifferent it almost felt careless. He barely held his phone between his thumb and index finger as he tapped Hongju’s cheek lightly. The bruised skin didn’t even hurt from such mild contact.

"Does this count as repaying trust?"

Four billion won, gone in an instant, yet Mu-gyeong casually talked about trust and repayment—words that didn’t suit the situation at all. Hongju couldn’t bring himself to respond until Mu-gyeong walked away to drink some water.

"..."

For the first time, freedom—something he had never been able to grasp—felt like it had just brushed past his fingertips. So that’s how easily debt could be erased. Just like that.

Money always had the power to shake people.

By the time others were deciding what to eat for dinner, Hongju and Mu-gyeong sat down for their first meal of the day. It was Hongju’s first time eating at the lounge, but all he did was pick at his soup.

On their way to the gambling house, Mu-gyeong bought him a thick, padded coat. Compared to the one he used to wear, this one was worlds apart—heavier, warmer, softer.

"Guess this means you’ll be able to take a beating even better now. Gu Madam’s gonna love that."

The tone was almost mocking, but when Hongju saw the price tag, he fell silent. The cost was far too high to be a joke. Was this another reward for trust? Or was it bait for something more? The unfamiliar kindness left Hongju feeling unsettled.

The two of them rode back to the gambling house in silence. As they passed through the eerie, half-demolished alleyways, Mu-gyeong spoke.

"The gambling house must’ve been like this too. Gu Madam managed to avoid getting caught up in it."

"..."

"He’s not just relying on gangsters. He must have ties to the police too. And someone else backing him up."

"You wouldn’t understand even if I told you."

Hongju turned to look out the window as he spoke. The moment the words left his mouth, he wondered if he had been too curt. But he had lived this way for too long—changing how he spoke wasn’t easy.

The car rolled to a stop at a red light.

"If Gu Hongju tells me, I’ll understand."

A large hand ruffled the back of Hongju’s head. Without gloves, Mu-gyeong’s fingers slipped through his hair, warm and gentle—yet the motion itself reminded Hongju too much of how gangsters coaxed their targets before making threats.