CHAPTER 84: FUCK ME

Just as the nameplate threatened to trip over the desk, he caught it with his fingertips placing it back neatly. Turning his head, he met Yoon Seoyul’s curious eyes while smiling mischievously.

"Fuck me."

"...."

Yoon Seoyul quietly capped the water bottle, seemingly unaffected by him. Cheon Areum snatched the hand trying to close the cap on the bottle and brought it to his chest, gliding it down to his abdomen.

"I want it right now, Yoon Seoyul."

"I want you to fuck me."

"I want you in here."

Cheon Areum pressed Yoon Seoyul’s hand against the same abdominal area he had entered last time, speaking in an almost pleading tone and hazy eyes.

*

Cheon Areum dodged the spoon by shifting his head from side to side, evading it with annoyance.

"I don’t want to eat more!"

"Last bite. I’ll finish the rest."

Insistently bringing the spoon back to his mouth, Yoon Seoyul cajoled him. Cheon Areum gave in, taking the last spoon of bibimbap Yoon Seoyul had ordered from the cafeteria for him into his mouth. Yoon Seoyul’s lips gently lifted at the corners as he began to eat the rest of the portion. Cheon Areum, sitting sideways on his lap, licked Yoon Seoyul’s neck that swallowed the food pitifully.

"Yoon Seoyul, at least give me your pheromones."

"Wait for tonight. I’ll give it all to you."

"I want it now....."

Cheon Areum muttered low, nearly inaudible, his voice a warm breath against Yoon Seoyul’s skin as he slowly shifted upright on his lap. His thighs settled on either side of the office chair, knees tucked beside the armrests as he straddled him.

Slipping his hands beneath the open ends of the black blazer, his fingers mapped the sculpted form beneath the crisp white shirt—feeling every firm line, every subtle twitch of muscle. His lips settled on the curve of Yoon Seoyul’s neck, brushing first, then opening slightly to suck at the skin there.

"Do you want to sit on the couch?"

"No... I like it here."

Cheon Areum confirmed, his hips lapping at Yoon Seoyul’s crotch with a flimsy arch of his back—when the office door was knocked in a jagged pattern. Yoon Seoyul rested the spoon on the side of the container, hooking Cheon Areum in place with a hand on his back and shoulder as he spoke.

"Come in."

At the approval, Inho entered the office with a hefty bundle of folders clutched tightly in his arms, bringing them to Yoon Seoyul’s desk first, but then went back and dropped them at the table in front of the leather couches.

"Master, these are all the reports from today’s A-Class gates."

"The top ones are from the leaders."

Inho spoke, turning towards the desk again and frowning visibly for a second before neutralizing his expression.

"Oh right—Cheon Areum, thank you for the coffee."

Cheon Areum’s mood was already sullied as he glanced gloomily at Inho.

"You’re welcome....."

"Areum paid for your coffee?"

"Not just mine. He paid for everyone’s coffee today."

"Add that to my tab, Joon."

Yoon Seoyul nonchalantly said as Inho uneasily gripped the door handle ready to escape.

"I’ll be taking my leave then, Master."

The moment Yoon Seoyul gave a single nod, Inho turned on his heel and fled the office. Cheon Areum slumped depressingly against the firm body beneath him, clinging half-heartedly as he patted the firm chest, reminiscing the blushing sight it would behold upon him. Yoon Seoyul slipped a hand into his blazer, pulled out his leather wallet, and retrieved a black debit card, holding it out for him.

"Just use my card for any future payments."

"What about you then?"

"I have two more of them."

"Hmm...."

Cheon Areum let out a reluctant hum, his lips pursed in a slight pout as he accepted the sleek black debit card and casually tucked it into his inventory. Just as he was about to protest with a sulky gaze, Yoon Seoyul rained down a meteor shower of kisses upon him. Each kiss landed with fierce affection: on his cheeks, his jaw, the tip of his nose—leaving him breathless and flustered beneath the sudden, overwhelming downpour of tenderness.

"Ahhh..."

Cheon Areum closed his eyes, bearing the overpowering deluge, his cheeks mashed by Yoon Seoyul’s hands—when the lips that had been assaulting the borders with scattered kisses suddenly zeroed in on the capital city—his lips—and launched the final, full-scale assault with a deep, claiming kiss that left no room for retreat.

Only after having been satiated did Yoon Seoyul pull away, leaving him with a strange, muzzled mind like a radio tuned just off frequency—caught between static and clarity.

"Let’s go now. It’s almost time to pick up Rian."

*

After receiving a strict lecture from Rian not to pick him up early—not even by an hour—they returned home to change clothes. In the meantime, Rian dozed off in the first-floor bedroom, his eyes growing heavy as he watched Yoon Seoyul and Cheon Areum talking about the dungeon before drifting into sleep soundly.

Cheon Areum had specifically ordered some items as an addition to his inventory. They got the items first before driving to the location of the S-Class gate. It was in Gangnam—a district bursting with life—where the gate had appeared right at an urban intersection, surrounded by towering buildings and massive LED billboards flashing in every direction.

Due to the blocked intersection, the roads were jammed with honking cars, but it was nothing compared to the swarm of people gathered just outside the restricted perimeter. The crowd of fans had grown to an overwhelming size ever since it was announced that Yoon Seoyul’s team would be in charge of clearing S-Class gates in Seoul. And now, with an actual S-Class gate emerging in such a bustling district, word had spread like wildfire—drawing in an ocean of onlookers, reporters, and screaming fans all eager to catch a glimpse of them.

"Yoon Seoyul, park the car close. I want to greet the reporters and the fans."