When Soo-hyun opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. As he tried to sit up, a headache struck along with a burning sensation in his solar plexus. “Ugh,” he groaned while surveying his surroundings. Recognizing it as Ho-beom’s residence that he’d visited before, his eyes widened.

Why am I here…? He tried to piece together last night’s events. Ho-beom had shown up at the restaurant, and they went to the karaoke place, but after that… nothing. Complete blackout. He had barely moved, yet his entire body, especially his b*ttocks, ached like he’d been beaten.

He pulled up his clothes to check his arms and legs but found no visible marks. Getting out of bed and putting on slippers, he let out another pained groan. Limping to the bathroom, he opened the door and looked in the mirror. “Ah,” Soo-hyun couldn’t close his mouth at what he saw.

His hair stood up like a bird’s nest, and his eyes were so swollen that he looked terrible. What happened to my face…? Muttering to himself, he pulled down his pants and underwear to check his b*ttocks in the mirror. Red handprints were clearly visible. That bastard Ho-beom, what did he do to me last night?

If they’d had s*x, there would be other traces. Puzzled, he stepped out of the bathroom and caught the pleasant aroma of food wafting through the air. Could Ho-beom be preparing breakfast for me? Unlikely, but the thought of Ho-beom wearing nothing but an apron made his mouth water. As Soo-hyun walked down the hallway into the living room, he couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

“You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

It was someone he’d never seen before. A woman with strands of gray hair, wearing an apron and having a warm appearance. Who is she? Ho-beom’s mother? Just as he was wondering, Ho-beom appeared from the opposite hallway. He wore gray workout clothes with a towel around his neck. Beads of sweat on his forehead suggested he’d been exercising. Soo-hyun smiled tentatively while reading the situation.

“Director Yang. You’re up early. Did you sleep well?”

Ho-beom gave him a cold look before smiling.

“Thanks to you.”

What does that mean? Soo-hyun rolled his eyes. Did we really do it last night? Looking confused, he watched Ho-beom approach. Judging by his sweat-soaked workout clothes, he must have been exercising hard since morning. Well, maintaining those muscles requires more than just sitting around.

Ho-beom took out his phone and played a video. The woman also sidled up to watch. Soo-hyun’s eyes grew wider and wider as he watched. The setting appeared to be the karaoke room, where he was dancing strangely to the music. He looked like a puppet with loose limbs, which was almost scary.

As his face gradually crumpled, the woman beside him let out a “pfft” sound and looked at him.

“You look like an idol.”

Forcing an embarrassed smile, Soo-hyun watched himself trying to take off his clothes in the video before the screen cut off. Ho-beom moved to the next clip. This time, Soo-hyun was running down the street, laughing wildly. “Catch me if you can! Ha ha ha!”

Passersby stared while Ho-beom just kept recording without moving. Then Soo-hyun fell flat on his face and started crying. The camera zoomed in on him crying face-down. Then suddenly he jumped up and started running away again.

Soo-hyun’s mouth fell open in disbelief at his own behavior.

Ho-beom stopped the video and smiled crookedly.

“What do you think?”

Soo-hyun gaped at the frozen screen, still skeptical.

“Is that really me? Not someone who looks like me?”

“Of course it’s you.”

“That’s strange… I don’t usually act like that when I drink.”

“Really? How strange. I’ve seen it several times now.”

Soo-hyun scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Come on… making such a big deal… even recording videos… that’s mean…”

“A big deal? You acted like this for two hours!”

Soo-hyun looked up in surprise. So that’s why his body hurt.

“You were laughing, then crying, acting like a complete lunatic. I wanted to kill you.”

Ho-beom gritted his teeth. His expression said, “Do I need to tell you more?”

Soo-hyun lowered his gaze like a guilty person and reached out to close the screen. Biting his lip nervously, he glanced around as the woman smiled and headed to the kitchen.

“Wash up and come out. The soup is ready.”

As Soo-hyun turned to go back to the bedroom, Ho-beom followed him. Soo-hyun lowered his voice and confronted him.

“You spanked my butt too, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You did something to deserve it.”

“Huh,”

Soo-hyun looked at him incredulously. Even so, who spanks a grown adult? I’m older than you! On the other hand, at least Ho-beom hadn’t beaten him to death like before. Compared to that, a spanked bottom was relatively mild.

Entering the bathroom, he locked the door, pulled down his pants, and carefully examined his b*ttocks. They were as red as ripe apples from the spanking. That bastard. It hurt when he touched them. After washing up, he found clothes and underwear laid out for him. He had expected them to be too large, but surprisingly, they seemed to be the right size.

After getting dressed and roughly drying his hair, he came out to find the table laden with food. Though the amount was overwhelming for breakfast, the aroma was certainly appetizing.

“Please, sit down.”

Soo-hyun pulled out a chair, and the woman placed rice and hot soup in front of him.

“It’s almost the first time he’s brought a guest here. I wanted to show off my skills. By the way, I’m Kim Jin-mi. People call me Gangwon-daek.”

She told him she had been working here for over 20 years. That meant she must have known Ho-beom since he was young. When he got the chance, Soo-hyun definitely wanted to ask her if Ho-beom had always been this temperamental.

“Thank you for the meal.”

As he picked up his chopsticks, Ho-beom emerged from across the room. Wearing comfortable pants and a short-sleeved shirt, his toned body—usually hidden under suits—was now visible. With his damp bangs hanging down, he looked sexier than usual. Soo-hyun devoured Ho-beom with his eyes instead of the food.

While he was lost in thought, Gangwon-daek asked, “How is it? Does it taste good?”

Still looking at Ho-beom, Soo-hyun answered absent-mindedly.

“Yes, it looks delicious—I mean, I’m about to eat now.”

Though his mouth felt dry and he didn’t have much appetite, he thought he should at least pretend to eat out of respect for the person who prepared the meal. But the moment he put a spoonful of soup in his mouth, his eyes widened. On TV, celebrities make exaggerated expressions when eating delicious food—that must be exactly what he looked like now.

“This is amazing!”

“You’re blessed. Try the braised meat too. It’s Hanwoo beef raised at the Chairman’s house, with tender meat.”

Soo-hyun picked up his chopsticks to try the galbi-jjim. But he fumbled, and the meat fell onto the table. Ho-beom immediately glared at Soo-hyun’s hand holding the chopsticks. Ah, he tried to hold them properly, but such habits couldn’t be fixed overnight. He discreetly picked up the meat with his fingers, placed it on top of his rice, and licked the sauce off his fingers.

“Your chopstick skills are really—”

Before Ho-beom could finish, Soo-hyun snapped.

“Stop it. Why nag while I’m eating? Should I use a fork instead?”

He shot back and unconsciously slouched in his seat, which prompted another correction.

“Sit up straight when you eat.”

Ugh, such a nag. Soo-hyun straightened his posture and picked up his utensils again. Gangwon-daek, who was watching, looked very pleased. She seemed like a mother whose son had brought a friend home for the first time. It felt strange. The fact that Ho-beom had never brought anyone here before, and that he was the first, made Soo-hyun feel somewhat excited.

After the meal, Ho-beom took Soo-hyun to the dressing room. The room looked like a department store showroom, complete with headless mannequins displaying only torsos. While Soo-hyun was looking around in wonder, Ho-beom handed him a familiar bag.

Seeing it, Soo-hyun couldn’t hide his smile. Previously, he had angrily returned all the cash and bonds to Ho-beom, and after coming back, his pride prevented him from asking for them again. He never dreamed he would get them back.

“Is it okay for me to take this?”

“If you don’t want it, give it back.”

Soo-hyun grinned, hugged the bag to his chest, and shook his head. Next, Ho-beom handed him a suit case.

“Put it on.”

Soo-hyun opened it to check. It contained an expensive suit. Whenever Ho-beom gave him clothes, it always preceded some unpleasant task. He hesitated, not feeling enthusiastic.

“I get nervous when you give me clothes…”

“Today it’s a gift, not an errand.”

Suddenly remembering how Ho-beom had cut off Kim Do-han’s ear a few weeks ago, Soo-hyun’s face contorted in disgust. He tried to refuse and leave, but Ho-beom grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He took out a shirt, held it against Soo-hyun, then moved to select a tie.

“Who is it this time?”

“Guess.”

“Give me a hint.”

“What kind of hint?”

“For example, if you told me his d*ck size—”

Flick! Ho-beom snapped his finger against Soo-hyun’s forehead. “Ow!” Clutching his forehead, Soo-hyun glared at him. Ho-beom glared back before heading deeper into the room. Grumbling curses, Soo-hyun noticed a mannequin tucked away in a corner. It was also just a torso, but its stand was broken and its clothes were a mess.

When Ho-beom returned, Soo-hyun pointed at the mannequin and asked:

“Why is that one in such bad shape?”

Instead of answering, Ho-beom took out his phone. Soo-hyun felt a sense of dread. What had been recorded this time? Sure enough, Ho-beom played another video and handed it to him. The implication was clear: watch it yourself. Soo-hyun’s complexion gradually turned ashen. In the video, he was wrestling with the mannequin, behaving outrageously. Not content with just hugging and rubbing against it, he eventually laid it down and climbed on top. And then he said to Ho-beom:

[Director Yang. I like this one. Want to play train with the three of us? You can do me, and I’ll do this one.]

As soon as the words ended, the screen shook and went dark. But the audio continued recording. Ho-beom’s voice saying “F*ck.” Then came the sounds of slaps—smack, smack, smack—followed by screams of pain. Soo-hyun reached behind to touch his b*ttocks. So that’s why they were spanked red. Damn. I deserved it…

He turned off the phone and carefully returned it to Ho-beom. With a composed face, Ho-beom pushed aside the tie and began unbuttoning Soo-hyun’s pajama top one by one. “I-I’ll do it myself.” Soo-hyun tried to block his hands, but Ho-beom brushed them away and continued.

When he pushed the top back, Soo-hyun’s chest was exposed. Ho-beom examined it intently, just like during their first meeting. When Soo-hyun hunched his shoulders, Ho-beom stroked his right chest with his palm, then grabbed it and rubbed the n*pple with his thumb. Soo-hyun grabbed his hand and looked up at him.

“W-what are you doing?”

“You said you wanted a threesome.”

Now he pressed the center of the n*pple with his fingernail. The sharp, tingling pain made Soo-hyun bite his lip. Ho-beom stood very close, looking down at him. Soo-hyun glanced back at the door, worried that sounds might be heard outside. Then Ho-beom pinched and twisted his n*pple.

“Ah,” Soo-hyun winced and looked at him.

“Answer me. Do you want to or not?”

Soo-hyun’s lips parted. Honestly, he was turned on. But he had never had s*x with Ho-beom while sober, so it felt strange and unfamiliar.

“If you don’t want to, we’ll stop.”

When Ho-beom started to remove his hand, Soo-hyun quickly grabbed it and looked up at him. Ho-beom smirked. Soo-hyun realized for the first time that Ho-beom had a barely visible dimple at the corner of his mouth. He looks prettier when he smiles than when he’s angry. Soo-hyun licked his lower lip and reached behind Ho-beom’s neck to pull him closer.

“Suck my chest.”