CHAPTER 83: MY LOVE FOR YOU CANNOT BE OPPRESSED

"Is that why I have to give him two million won?"

Cheon Areum beamed, his smile stretching wide as he nodded eagerly multiple times. Yoon Seoyul’s gaze softened even more as he brought one hand up to cradle Cheon Areum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on the other cheek.

"Joon, I’ll add the amount to your salary."

"Thank you, master."

Joon bowed deeply, his posture formal and respectful as he stood in front of his desk. Yoon Seoyul reached for Cheon Areum’s hand, interlacing their fingers before gently tugging him forward. He opened the office door with his free hand and guided him inside, not letting go even for a moment.

"Yesterday’s report, I already wrote and submitted it."

"Isn’t that illegal?"

"It is if someone finds out."

Yoon Seoyul sat him down on the chair behind his desk, then leaned in without hesitation. His hands gripped the armrests on either side of Cheon Areum, boxing him in. Their faces were only inches apart, his eyes searching into Cheon Areum’s eyes.

"Have you eaten yet?"

The words were stored in the back of his mind, barely registering as Cheon Areum found himself greatly distracted. The guild master in front of him, clad in a sharp black suit, looked impossibly composed—yet his eyes burned with affection. A few strands of his dark hair had slipped down onto his forehead, softening his otherwise stringent presence.

"Areum?"

"If you’re trying to entice me, it’s working."

Cheon Areum slowly unbuttoned his high collar, unzipping his jacket that slid off his shoulders as Yoon Seoyul’s gaze followed his actions.

"Another S-Class gate appeared while I was in the meeting. We have to clear it after picking up Rian from the daycare."

"There is still time before that."

The end of his shoes touched and lightly kneaded at Yoon Seoyul’s groin as he brought Yoon Seoyul’s head down and closer to his exposed neck.

"Joon, you can leave for lunch now."

Yoon Seoyul spoke before sweeping the hair from the back of Cheon Areum’s neck with his hand and kissing the nape just on top of the pheromone gland.

"Why are you only wearing a tank top underneath? It’s snowing outside, you’ll catch a cold."

"I didn’t step outside for long... it wasn’t cold."

Placing a longing kiss on his nape, Yoon Seoyul quickly fixed the hood of his jacket on his head as if to restrain himself. Cheon Areum stared back at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"Yoon Seoyul..."

He whined, clenching at Yoon Seoyul’s black blazer.

"You will be tired if we do it now."

Not falling for the temptation, Yoon Seoyul’s expression hardened with resolve. He sternly declined, voice low but firm, before lowering himself to the floor. Dropping to his knees, he reached out and spun the chair to the side, repositioning it without taking his eyes off Cheon Areum.

"What are you doing?"

Without responding to him, Yoon Seoyul lifted his tank top, revealing the smooth skin of his stomach as he began to unbuckle his belt. Cheon Areum instinctively curtained his face with both hands, fingers parting just enough for him to peek through in disbelief. Calm and unhurried, Yoon Seoyul handled the semi-hard member, kissing along the growing length, staring up at Cheon Areum.

"Don’t cover your face."

Yoon Seoyul redirected Cheon Areum’s hands, placing them on his ears, and with an intense stare boring into Cheon Areum, he licked the tip of the imposing member while stroking it gently with one hand.

"Mmmh..."

Cheon Areum’s body, craving for more, moved towards the mouth as Yoon Seoyul held his abdomen back from moving forward. Not giving in fully or leaving completely, Yoon Seoyul kept him on the edge of teasing until Cheon Areum’s fingers were tangled in Yoon Seoyul’s hair from gripping messily.

"More... Yoon Seoyul."

Cheon Areum mumbled, and as ordered, Yoon Seoyul took the whole length into his mouth, mingling his hands with Cheon Areum’s on his head; he paced himself, sucking the soul out of Cheon Areum, who threw his head back and then curled onto Yoon Seoyul, his legs crushing the body sitting between them.

"Ehn... Haa..."

In his daze, Cheon Areum kept Yoon Seoyul’s head immobile as he came into the warm mouth comfortably, only letting loose when he was done. He gingerly caressed Yoon Seoyul’s hair, servicing the entangled locks as Yoon Seoyul raised his head, locking eyes with him.

"Swallow."

*GULP*

Maintaining the same intensity behind his eyes, Yoon Seoyul didn’t break the eye contact as he swallowed everything.

"Ha..."

Cheon Areum burst into a short laugh, impressed by his obedience. With a thumb, he cleaned Yoon Seoyul’s lips, thrusting it into his mouth. Yoon Seoyul assertively licked the thumb, the soft skin under his eyes blooming with a bright pink glow. Cheon Areum pecked the colored skin before moving to the lips as a reward for taking on a hard task.

"Areum..."

Yoon Seoyul whispered in a hoarse voice, his eyes watering a little as if he was having difficulty talking.

"Let me drink water."

"Go ahead, why would I hold you back?"

Cheon Areum quickly removed his hands, calling them back into the pockets of his jacket. Yoon Seoyul tidied up his clothes, cleaning meticulously with tissues before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Only after that, Yoon Seoyul grabbed two water bottles from the mini fridge and walked to the desk, handing one to him. Cheon Areum accepted the chilled water bottle, but his eyes were stuck on Yoon Seoyul, who opened the water bottle and lifted it in the air, drinking the water like he was filming a commercial for it.

The gentle bob of Yoon Seoyul’s throat as he swallowed the water mesmerized Cheon Areum, igniting a thirst that had nothing to do with water. His gaze darkened with desire. Abandoning the bottle on the chair, he rose without a word, slipping onto the desk. The cool surface creaked faintly beneath his weight as his hands pressed into the scattered papers, sending a flurry of documents teetering toward the floor. Unbothered, he prowled forward, his gaze locked on the man before him.