“There’s nothing to apologize for.”
The light from the intersection flickered on his face. I remained silent. What had been churning in my stomach gradually turned into a heavy stone, sinking to the bottom. I felt exhausted, as if I were about to lose consciousness.
I thought he meant we were going to a different hotel or motel than usual. However, after driving for another ten minutes and parking the car, I realized we were in the underground parking lot of a building that looked like a high-rise apartment. It wasn’t until he pressed the button hanging next to the gear lever to open the iron gate that I realized.
This was none other than his home.
I had heard stories from my teammates during the project. They said Han Team Leader’s house was not far from the company, but it was a fortress that even Deputy Park had never seen. Even if there were documents to be handed over on the weekend, Han Team Leader never called them to his house, and even for gatherings, he always reserved external venues.
Yet here I was, in such a place. I couldn’t understand what he was thinking. I was so puzzled that even when the engine was turned off, I stared out the window blankly.
“Aren’t you getting out?”
He asked casually as he handed me my bag of clothes from the back. It was an indifferent tone, as if this situation were natural. I unbuckled my seatbelt with trembling hands and groped for the door. The door next to me was the elevator lobby. When it opened, it became clear. This was indeed a residential building, not a hotel.
As the elevator descended, I looked at his back and spoke quietly.
“Team Leader.”
He glanced at me briefly as I held the bag of clothes to my chest.
“What?”
“…I’m sorry.”
The signal beeped, and the door opened with a creak. He stepped into the spacious elevator and said over his shoulder.
“What are you sorry for? For lying?”
I froze when I understood the implication of his words. When he held the door for me, I forced my unmoving feet to move and crossed the threshold. The elevator began to ascend silently.
I looked down at my toes. There were black scuff marks on the tip of my sneakers. Excuses rose to my throat and got stuck.
With a gentle signal, the door opened. Han Team Leader led me to a brightly lit corridor, casually sweeping his fingertips over the keypad of the entrance door. The blue numbers blinked intermittently. I turned my head to the other side, but judging by the sound I heard, the password seemed to be more than ten digits.
“Come in.”
Click, the fortress’s door opened. He disappeared into the dark living room while I stood still in the entrance, holding my bag of clothes. I was overwhelmed by the scene that appeared as soon as the light came in.
It was a spacious duplex with a cool, high ceiling. One side of the living room wall was a panoramic window overlooking the cityscape. The wooden staircase visible from the entrance led upstairs, and the space on the first floor was an open and spacious living room. Although there seemed to be no plans to invite guests, every place in sight was clean, with no out-of-place items, reflecting the meticulousness of someone who personally chose and arranged each piece of furniture, wallpaper, and decoration. Despite the many decorations and items, the interior was neat and harmonious, a world apart from my home where miscellaneous things roamed through drawers.
“I’m a bit sensitive, so I paid attention to the interior.”
He nonchalantly commented, perhaps noticing my gaze. Taking my coat and scarf from me, he added, “Sit down.” It was a hospitality that didn’t quite match the situation. I hesitated, then, placing my bag somewhat awkwardly near the entrance, I sat on the large black leather sofa. Han Team Leader, who had disappeared into the inner room with the document folder, returned unbuttoning his sleeve.
“Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?”
I remained silent, feeling anxious. The unfamiliar place was awkward, and it was challenging to focus due to the hardened stone lump in my stomach. He left me in the living room and vanished through another door. Faint rattling sounds were barely audible.
After a few minutes, he returned holding two large mugs with rising steam. He extended a dark blue mug, the same color as the wallpaper, toward me. Although I was on the verge of asking why he bothered to ask if he was going to offer it anyway, I couldn’t reject the proffered mug.
“It’s hot, be careful.”
“Thank you.”
The mug contained nothing other than barley tea. As I sipped cautiously from the opaque liquid, I felt a soothing sensation. The uneasy thumping of my heart subsided gradually. After a long silence, Han Team Leader, who had been observing me with his chin propped, finally spoke.
“Have you had dinner?”
Even though I hadn’t, I nodded.
“When lying, don’t avoid eye contact. It makes it difficult to be deceived, doesn’t it?”
“…I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t keep track of how many apologies I’d already made today. He stood up without saying a word. I wondered if he was angry, but when he returned from the kitchen, he placed a round wooden bowl on the table.
“Have some. You might collapse during sex if you don’t eat.”
“…Thank you.”
I muttered quietly, feeling a pang of discomfort. It was an odd consideration and strange affection in an inappropriate situation. He was always like this.
In the bowl, there were individually wrapped medicines, foreign snacks in unfamiliar packaging, and two boxes of red Pepero. As I stared blankly, memories of visiting my grandmother’s house and her offering a tray filled with various snacks flashed in my mind. There were sweet potatoes and assorted traditional Korean sweets for the winter season, along with a few pieces of hard candy or throat lozenges that children wouldn’t eat.
“What?. This isn’t to Seodan’s taste?”
“…No, it’s just…”
My throat felt prickly. I spoke with my cup covering my mouth.
“It’s hard for me to decide.”
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“Team leader… you don’t like sweet things, right?”’
I said as if murmuring. He replied while sipping barley tea.
“I don’t dislike them entirely, but I don’t really like them.”
“Then this is…”
“I got it last Pepero Day. I mostly gave them away, and the ones piled up on my desk have no owner. …Do you want it if you like it? I have plenty in the cupboard.”
“No.”
It was easy to imagine his desk piled with Pepero boxes or him nonchalantly turning down a box offered by someone, without even raising an eyebrow. Han Team Leader kindly handed me one Pepero after another and even peeled a traditional Korean sweet for me. Once I finished chewing one, there was another waiting in front of me. No one was forcing me, yet I obediently opened my mouth and accepted whatever he gave.
“You’re like a hamster.”
He casually remarked as if feeding me like a small animal. I stopped chewing.
“Shall I make more tea? Or would you prefer coffee? Black tea is fine too.”
“…It’s okay. It’s late for coffee.”
“Did you consider it well before coming today?”
Coughing, a piece of the traditional sweet got stuck in my throat. Embarrassed, I blushed. Han Team Leader continued to smile, holding out the cup.
I sipped the lukewarm barley tea and lowered my gaze, contemplating. Was I supposed to get angry, or not? Maybe I secretly hoped to get angry. Perhaps, as soon as we entered the hotel room, clothes would be stripped off, and like a dog, I would be pounced on. Tied to the bed, beaten with a whip, mouth gagged…
As I entered his space, peacefully enjoying barley tea and Pepero under the gentle lighting, I realized. What I wanted wasn’t sex or anything like that. When he handed me the cup, a warm smile lingered on his lips.
“…I’m sorry.”
This time, he didn’t ask for the reason behind the apology. He refilled my cup with the remaining barley tea from his cup, casually propping up his chin.
The dry and calm silence slowly rose to the high ceiling. It undulated silently like water in a clear blue and calm aquarium. When I lifted my gaze, I met eyes with Han Team Leader, who had been observing me. He asked in a low voice.
“Did you wash up?”
“…Yes.”
“Oh, really?”
He murmured slowly.
“That’s a shame. Then wait for me while I wash up. Wouldn’t it be better if I gave you some comfortable clothes?”
“It’s okay.”
He lifted the cup, finished the remaining contents in one gulp, and stood up. I was left alone in his space without Han Team Leader.
Faint sounds of water came from the bathroom where he had closed the door and entered. I put another remaining Pepero into my mouth and melted it. Rolling the cup between my palms, I put it down and stood up. I approached the wide glass window. A small balcony held a withered potted plant. There was a table and an ashtray. It was only then that I realized there was no smell of cigarettes in the house.
I turned my gaze. Apart from a large wall-mounted TV facing the sofa, the wall opposite had various shelves and display cabinets. Beyond the glass of a low cabinet, various liquors were visible, and above that, a wooden display cabinet with neatly protruding wine bottles in a grid pattern. The large bookshelf contained work-related books at the bottom and was filled with novels and original works towards the top. As I approached and looked closely, I noticed several familiar names. There were plays and poetry collections. Without realizing it, my hand reached out to touch the thick book spine, which had become worn and cracked to the point where the titles were no longer visible.
“Ah…”
Next to it was undoubtedly a vinyl player. Below it, a multitude of records were inserted, indicating that it was actually being used. I stared curiously at something trumpet-shaped. The part where the record was placed had a glass cover, and upon closer inspection, there was a needle that I had only heard about. The small shelf under the TV was filled with movies. I, who had dismissed him as a monotonous workaholic, knew nothing.
Lined up on the end display shelf were framed pictures of a younger team leader. Standing alone or with others, sometimes smiling directly at the camera or without a trace of a smile. The backgrounds varied, showing deserts and lush forests. He stood on the edge of a cliff or perched precariously on rocks. He even dipped his thighs into a swaying blue sea.
The last photo was in front of a large entrance to a cave. Due to goggles, all five faces were obscured, but perhaps the one in the center wearing a scuba suit was him.
“Is it interesting?”
He asked in my ear, and I shrank my shoulders. He had come out of the bathroom and was shaking off water from his head in casual attire. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes, and our eyes met. My heart suddenly raced, so I averted my gaze.
“Sorry for looking around without permission.”
“I displayed these on purpose.”
He answered indifferently. There was a warm smell of water mingled with the familiar scent of his skin. I pursed my dry lips with my tongue.
“You have… many hobbies.”
Stepping back, I settled on the edge of the sofa where he had been sitting earlier. Han Team Leader opened a display cabinet, neatly arranging the corners of the frame I had been observing, and replied.
“I had more in the past. I’ve cut down a lot.”
“…Because of work?”
“That too.”
He ran a towel through his hair and sat down beside me, very close, thighs almost touching.
“I traveled intermittently, especially during my college days. I loved sports then, especially surfing or rock climbing… I enjoyed taking pictures. It seemed like I was overseas whenever I had the chance. More static hobbies started when I was around thirty.”
“….”
A droplet from his hair bounced off and coldly touched my neck. I almost made a sound. It felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. I subtly fidgeted, creating a bit more distance between us.
Leaning back and tilting his gaze nonchalantly, Han Team Leader spoke with a soft voice without looking at me.
“I’m naturally curious and ambitious. I used to have this compulsion that I had to see and experience everything. Ignorant and full of vigor when I was young. Now, I’ve improved a lot. I’ve become more focused on work and tidied up the rest, leaving just a few things.”
“…It’s somehow unimaginable.”
Whether it was because I had gotten used to him holding the reins tightly from anywhere, he always seemed cold and relaxed. Hearing my words, he laughed with an expression of disbelief.
“What does that mean?”
“You mentioned it before. Team Leader, you know your limits….”
His fingers touched my cheek lightly, brushing over and falling away. I kept my gaze forward and held my breath. He, with a slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth, spoke softly.
“I’ve come to understand those limits by colliding with them one by one. I’ve collapsed from overworking, nearly died from dehydration in the desert, and almost died from frostbite while waiting for an iceberg to melt. I’ve experienced more trial and error than most.”
“….”
For hours, I could easily imagine a man standing patiently waiting for an iceberg to melt. Han Team Leader, with a faint glint of laughter in his eyes, looked at me from very close range.
“Are you not tired?”
“…I’m fine.”
“Then come with me.”
He stood up first and reached out his hand. I was led along without straining my sore wrists.
The place he took me to was a staircase. I held onto his hand to avoid slipping on the stairs with my sock-covered feet, and with my other hand, I grasped the railing. He led me up the stairs, opened the door to the upper floor.
It was a bedroom. In this simple space with a wide bed covered in navy blue, a delicate balance was maintained symmetrically. This must have been his sanctuary. The heart of the fortress.
I hesitated, unable to cross the threshold. He dimmed the lights in the room and, just like on that first Saturday we spent together, reached out, effortlessly pulling me into the room.
The moment the door closed, our bodies pressed together roughly. Wrists were caught, and lips met. It was hot. I felt muddled with the beginnings of a melting sensation in my head. His warm tongue, carrying the scent of toothpaste, parted my lips and delved in persistently. It explored inside thoroughly, teasing and stirring. Dribbles of saliva ran down, wetting my chin.
It was a kiss that felt as if it devoured me whole. Dizzied by the heat of his lips sucking mine forcefully, I tried awkwardly to suck on his tongue as best as I could by lifting my chin. Every time I gasped for breath, he briefly withdrew his lips. He nibbled on my nose and eye corners, undressing me.
As soon as he released my wrists, my wandering fingers found the knot of his gown. While I fumbled to untie it, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my underwear and pants to my thighs, gripping my buttocks tightly.
“Ugh.”
When his hand touched, a fierce heat erupted from somewhere deep inside. As my fingers, trying to undo the knot, trembled sweetly, he brushed my hand aside and undid it himself. His gown, my pants draped over my ankles, and underwear all moved to the bed, wrinkling and peeling off one by one. I still had my socks on but had no time to take them off.
As I lay down on the bed, panting, I said, “You seem to like the area around the bed to be tidy.”
The bedroom floor was cluttered with scattered clothes. Han Team Leader extended his tongue, licking my swollen lips as he chuckled as if amused.
“You worry about every little thing. Do you have too much free time?”
“Uh, ugh! Huh…”
It wasn’t leisurely. My head was going blank moment by moment. He gently touched my ankles covered in socks and spread my thighs wide. Just with a kiss, my half-erect member touched his firm abdomen. The hot and elongated flesh rod felt like it might enter as it touched the soft flesh on the inside of my thigh, teasingly stroking.
“Uh, ugh.”
“…No lube, nothing.”
He grabbed my waist and muttered as if overwhelmed. My vision flickered, looking up and meeting his gaze. Han Team Leader, who was looking down at me, raised an eyebrow. He bit my lips as if cracking them with his thick, cloudy eyes.
“What’s the point of looking at me with those horny eyes?”
“Uh… When did I…?”
“I want to show you, even if it’s just a mirror.”
His now hefty member was rubbing against my perineum. The glans, sliding against the swollen entrance, lightly brushed against it, making my heart pound. The edge of fear had a sweet taste. I couldn’t be sure if it was fear anymore.
“I…”
I gasped breathlessly with his legs spread wide above me. He bit my earlobe hotly and asked,
“Why?”
“I just… want to do nothing else, just…”
“Do you want to be spanked?”
Our eyes met, and it seemed like I was about to reveal the reason for my hesitation. Quickly, I raised my head and hugged his neck.
“Because I thought you might be angry…”
My worries about the impending spanking, which I had been nursing since the elevator, seemed to have disappeared. He bit my neck painfully while laughing.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Uh, ugh.”
“After I put it all in, I’ll slap your butt until it turns red.”
“Ah! Uh… Ugh…”
My body felt strange. My head was boiling as if words could scorch, and my buttocks tightened. He raised his organ through the gap between my legs. His sturdy fingers delved into the moist folds, soaked with thick fluid. He plunged in all the way and teased as if stirring, making me twist my body, slapping his hot shoulder with my hand.
“Like it?”
He asked, chewing his words. His two elongated fingers spread my inner walls that clung together. He frictionally heated the dry areas. I couldn’t tell if it hurt or not. My vision kept bursting into white, and my breath was cut off. As I hung there not knowing what to do, he kissed me passionately.
The round glans pushed the folds open, and the inside stretched according to his shape. The moment the hot flesh pillar took its place inside me, I burst into tears.
“…Does it hurt?”
He asked, spreading my thighs more violently from the inside. Without any intention to stop the rough entry and exit of the organ, it was just a tender question about the shell. I nodded helplessly. Tears fell onto his shoulders.
“Then why are you crying? Because you like it?”
“Uh, ugh, u… ah….”
While he deeply inserted his organ, he spanked my buttocks. The inside tightened with the hot heat. He pulled out the organ and thrust it back in like piercing through the narrowed entrance. Snap, crack, a series of strikes followed. It was pain combined with an intense heat. My buttocks turned red with the imprints. Han Team Leader tightly gripped the sensitized skin with his fingers, pressing the organ all the way to the root. My body was completely filled. A sensitive spot inside me was pressed firmly against the rough glans. I reached climax without him even touching my genitals.
Without asking for permission, he flipped my body and made me lie down before delivering the strikes. Painful blows fell, and his fingers, wet with my insides, pushed up, followed by the insertion of the pillar-like organ. The buttocks swelled and twitched, the slippery friction felt good enough to make me burst into tears. As my body heated up, I couldn’t see or hear anything. The intertwined bodies burned, and everything turned to white ashes.
Just before climaxing, he pulled out the organ in one go and spilled it over my swollen buttocks. Hot semen poured over the opened folds. As if trying to drink the flowing thick liquid, he thrust his finger into the gaping hole, roughly stimulating it. I lost consciousness as the unbearable pleasure overwhelmed me, and my vision turned pitch black.
“…Have you cried enough?”
When I regained consciousness, he asked in a locked voice. My body was buried under the blanket and his body. The tears that had been flowing endlessly had stopped. Without saying anything, I hugged his neck. I wrapped my trembling arms around his warm back and hung on.
Raising my chin to meet his eyes, he frowned as if he had some concerns. “Listen. I’m seriously considering… How about starting work tomorrow afternoon?”
He slowly stroked his red swollen buttocks with his fingernails. Just that made my breath shake. I couldn’t push him away and spoke quietly, “I’m okay with it, but, Team Leader…”
My voice was unnaturally soft, almost shocking. Han Team Leader continued to forcefully knead my buttocks with an expression of displeasure. As I couldn’t ignore the unbearable pain and bit my inner lip, his comforting hand became gentler.
“I really want to hit your buttocks more.”
“…”
“…Here, I want to squeeze more.”
His firm thumb brushed over the swollen folds like a plow. My body twitched. Our eyes met again for a longer moment. Han Team Leader raised the corners of his mouth and cleanly withdrew his hand.
“I’m really going to do it, like this.”
“Team Leader…”
“What?”
His palm swept over my back. As tenderly as cradling a baby. I opened my mouth but closed it again. Unspoken words flowed down as if carried by a prayer, and my chest throbbed sharply.
I slowly said, “Team Leader,” and closed my mouth again. The end of my words was soaked with moisture. Without a word, he gently stroked the lower part of my back and spoke in a low voice.
“Get some rest. If you don’t do your job properly tomorrow, I’ll be really upset with you.”
“…Yes.”
“I’ll wake you up in the morning, so don’t worry.”
I closed my eyes quietly like a well-behaved child. After hesitating, I leaned my cheek against his shoulder with a courage that I didn’t know where it came from. He didn’t push me away. Instead, he pulled me even closer and embraced me.
As my consciousness sank below the surface of sleep, I pondered how I could repay this debt to him. The comfort I thought I could only receive after enduring the painful agony came without any cost.
He held me in his arms without knowing anything. He gently caressed and kissed me. On a long night when I would usually endure it with sleepy eyes, there was the warmth of someone next to me like a miracle. There was a firm embrace that held me without hesitation.
I will never be able to express the meaning of all this to him, and even if I try, he may not understand. However, for me, until now, no one…
The sound of the heartbeat echoed from our pressed chests. The eyelids that had been dry all along, as if lying, suddenly became warm and moist in the absence of him.
Wow! My heart is pounding for him…
This is a really good arc .
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Es una de las historias más lindas que leí, y acá estoy releyendo por no se que número de vez, amo fuerte al líder Han