Speaking of Ángel, this guy is an incredibly simple friend.  

Day after day, he impatiently waited for his turn, and every day, when someone finished their meeting with Jeong Taeui, he would meticulously ask what was said and how it was said. Afterward, he would mutter to himself all day: “Should I do this, or would that be better?” Then finally, perhaps because too many thoughts overwhelmed him at once, he burst out during dinner last night, bluntly declaring: “Anyway, as long as I can make Jeong Tay say that Rick is the one he’s crazy about, that’s all that matters, right?”  

The way he slammed the table and made such a grand declaration made people feel his determination to extract a passionate confession of love for Rick at all costs. Jeong Taeui, while chewing on a rösti, muttered.  

“This doesn’t seem good…… I might get dragged into some dark alley tonight and threatened, huh?”  

“That possibility isn’t entirely out of the question. That guy’s not smart enough to pull off anything worthwhile, though.”  

Christophe, sitting next to Taeui, calmly responded.  

Jeong Taeui muttered: “When people who aren’t smart do strange things, there’s really no way to deal with it.” Then he glanced at Christophe, who was silently cutting his meat beside him.  

“Anyway, after that guy, it’s just you left. I thought there wouldn’t be much to say, but as I talked bit by bit, I could see Ilay’s strengths. What are you planning to say?”  

As soon as Jeong Taeui casually asked, Christophe suddenly frowned.  

“What strengths does that guy have? You’d have better luck finding diamonds in a pigsty.”

Christophe coldly uttered his words, then savagely bit into the piece of bleeding meat before standing up and walking away. “Huh-huh-huht!” – Taeui reached out, trying to stop Christophe, but Alain, also sitting beside him, smiled softly and gently pulled his hand back down.

“Let him go, he knows what he has to do. Christophe understands best that there is no shortage of people waiting for him to slip up. By the way, it’s Ángel’s turn tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm――.”

Taeui looked at Alain, who was smiling meaningfully, with suspicion. Seeing him as if he were waiting for some secret joy, Alain smiled brightly and said: “I see, it’s Ángel’s turn then.” Taeui was still looking at Alain with a doubtful gaze when he happened to meet eyes with Ilay, who was sitting across from him. Ilay also smiled faintly as he murmured: “Ángel?”

“Tonight, it’s best to lock your bedroom door carefully before sleeping, Tay.”

“Huh?”

When Taeui asked back in confusion at Ilay’s casual joke, Alain cheerfully chimed in.

“While you’re sleeping, someone might sneak in, throw a sack over your head, beat you half to death, then hang you upside down from the ceiling and force you to say that Rick is the best.”

“Huh??”

Taeui still looked at them in a daze, not understanding what was going on. He blinked repeatedly at these nonsensical words, and Ilay chuckled softly.

“The way that guy works, to put it nicely, is bold, but to put it bluntly, it’s stupid. Either way, be careful.”

“……Yeah, thanks.”

Judging by the tone, it seemed like a joke, but for some reason, the future didn’t seem so easy. In other words, when simple-minded people do crazy things, there’s no way to deal with it…… Taeui sighed.

Even though it was unlikely that he would actually be dragged into a dark alley at midnight or have someone sneak into his bedroom, hearing such words naturally made him feel uneasy. Although he locked his bedroom door before sleeping, perhaps because he was subconsciously tense while sleeping, he woke up the next morning feeling extremely fatigued and uncomfortable.

The entire day, he was in a state as if a wave of drowsiness clung to him, and he spent the whole day like that. When the sun was about to set, he decided to take a short nap in his room before getting up, and that was when the man finally appeared.

“Well then, shall we have a little chat?” – Ángel came to find him, not to drag him into a dark alley or sneak into his bedroom, but to appear openly. Taeui thought it seemed like the man intended to use a straightforward approach, so he invited him into the room.

And that was Taeui’s mistake.

He should have listened to everyone’s advice not to let the man step into his room.

But Taeui didn’t think much of it and sat across from him in the room. Just as he lowered his head to pick up the coffee cup on the table, something faint and white blurred his vision – and as the strong smell of chemicals hit his nose, he cursed internally ‘Damn it!’ inside his head.

And so, before his eyes, the world spun wildly, his entire body lost all strength, and in the blink of an eye, Taeui was completely incapacitated. Both his wrists were tightly bound with tape and tied to the headboard, rendering him immobile, leaving him helplessly lying there.

“Indeed, when people with slow minds do foolish things, there’s no way to deal with it……”

Taeui weakly muttered. Not long after, the dizziness before his eyes gradually subsided, but his body still couldn’t regain any strength. Even if he could recover his strength, in a situation where his hands were tied and he was facing someone who wasn’t an amateur but a notorious figure from the T&R Private Task Force, there was nothing he could do.

Taeui had thought that if things had come to this point, he might as well give up and relax his body…… it would be so much better, but……

“…… what is that?”

Taeui’s gaze was fixed on the syringe and the suspicious liquid Ángel pulled out of his bag, making him nervously ask. Ángel, while drawing the liquid into the syringe, casually said: “Oh, it’s something good, something good.” As Taeui grew increasingly suspicious and thought he couldn’t let this slide, he was about to open his mouth to shout when the man quickly covered his mouth with one hand, while the other hand plunged the syringe into Taeui’s arm.

“I told you, it’s something good. This stuff is really hard to come by.”

While Taeui was screaming internally that if it’s so good, then inject it into yourself, the liquid had already seeped deep into his bloodstream. Taeui could only glare at the empty syringe tossed onto the table in fear.

‘It probably won’t kill me, but what the hell did this bastard inject into me?’

His heart pounded with anxiety. Cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck. The tips of his fingers began to feel a tingling sensation…… No, it wasn’t just a sensation—it was real. His heart beat faster and harder in an unusual way, seemingly not from nervousness but from the drug.

What is this, what kind of drug is it, and what is he planning to do with it?

As Taeui panted and twisted his body, trying to escape his current predicament…… the lower part of his body began to heat up, and gradually, a strange sensation spread. A sharp, awakening pain in his sensitive area, as if it had just woken up from a deep sleep, and his senses began to stir.

‘No way!’ – When a terrifying suspicion flashed through his mind, that suspicion turned into certainty and struck directly at his lower body.  

His groin itched as if hundreds of insects were crawling inside. The itchy area throbbed, blood rushed down, causing his pennis to start swelling, the tip glistening with the first signs of dampness. His whole body was burning hot. His heart was pounding like it was striking hard against the ribcage in his body.

“Starting to feel it now, aren’t you? It might just tingle a little at first, but soon, the lower half of your body will be burning up. This is the kind of drug they say can turn even the impotent into insatiable beasts. Truly effective and incredibly rare!”

“THIS ROTTEN BASTARD, ARE YOU CRAZY, WHAT THE HELL, WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU TRYING TO DO HERE?”

Taeui wanted to curse a few more times, but his breathing had become so labored that he couldn’t speak clearly. Ángel left him there and casually walked out of the room. Taeui was left alone, only able to stare at the door in shock, but soon even that shock faded away.

It was sheer madness. His body was bound, unable to move, while his senses were amplified to their absolute limit. It felt like a form of torture, both mental and physical. It was truly enough to drive him insane. But what’s even more terrifying is that, just when he thought this suffering couldn’t possibly get any worse, his body surpassed that limit. His lower body seemed to melt into a scorching river of heat, leaving him utterly out of control.

The temperature in the body skyrocketed, and it felt like thousands of insects were frantically wreaking havoc in every cell of the body.

‘That bastard, where did he get such a cruel drug, or no, how could a drug be this vicious? Poison would have been gentler!’

Just when it felt like passing out, but the sensation was too intense to allow unconsciousness, forcing one to fully endure this earthly hell, at that very moment, Taeui’s ears caught the faint sound of a conversation. The voice, coming from the hallway and approaching before stopping outside the door, belonged to Ángel.

‘Where the hell has that bastard been, only showing up now?’

“Confirm again, you promised not to interfere with our methods and only to observe, correct?”

“That’s right. As long as it doesn’t harm Taei.”

Taeui, who was cursing Ángel under his breath, suddenly froze upon hearing that cold voice. ……Why bring him along too?

“Alright, you just need to watch. Got it? Don’t do anything, just sit still.”

After hearing Ángel’s coercive voice, the door suddenly burst open. And there appeared Ángel and Ilay.

‘……This is really bad……’

That was the only thought that flashed through Taeui’s mind when his eyes met Ilay’s, who had just followed Ángel into the room. It seemed that Ilay had anticipated seeing something unusual when he decided to follow, so he didn’t appear too surprised. Instead, he merely raised an eyebrow indifferently, and the corner of his eye hinted at a sly smile.

“You’re still able to laugh after seeing me like this?” – Taeui shouted angrily, his fury igniting at that mocking, teasing smile. But Ilay’s smile quickly disappeared when his gaze landed on the empty syringe and the vial carelessly tossed on the table. Ilay stared at the syringe for a moment, then his eyes slowly scanned Taeui’s body, as if assessing his current condition.

“What did you inject?”

“Stimulants. Non-addictive and leave no aftereffects. This is an extremely potent, clear, and effective drug…… Don’t look at me like that. When the effects wear off, there won’t be any problems! Do you think I don’t know your personality well enough to use something dangerous?!”

Being continuously pierced by Ilay’s contemplative gaze made Ángel frown and grumble in irritation. After a moment of consideration, Ilay finally nodded as if he understood, then stepped toward Taeui. However, Ángel quickly blocked his path, pulling him toward the sofa near the bed and forcing him to sit down.

“Sit still, just sit there and watch. Didn’t I say no interfering? No touching. ——Unless Tay confesses his painful love for you first.”

“HA, YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!”

Taeui screamed in anger, so furious that steam seemed to rise from his head, but that was as far as he could go. Immediately after, an intense itching sensation overwhelmed him, causing him to collapse onto the bed. Unable to let out a single groan, he could only struggle to breathe heavily. Taeui lay there while Ilay looked down at him with a faint smile and shook his head.

“That’s why I told you to be careful.”

“…………, shut up…………, you’re a bastard too, ugh, …………, damn it, …………sob, not helping at all,”  

Amidst his fragmented words, Taeui let out rapid gasps, thinking to himself: ‘Ah, so humans can die of dehydration while still alive.’ Unable to calm the violently trembling lower half of his body, which only seemed to shake more intensely.

Right beside him, Ángel whistled, pulled out a large-screen laptop, and played a bizarre and explicit adult film, where he had gotten it from was anyone’s guess. Then he turned to look at Taeui, who was frozen in shock, and spoke with a face as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why are you so tense? You just need to say one sentence. That you like him to the point of madness. That you want him so much you can’t stand it. So I completed the task, while the two of you had a good time. It’s a win-win situation, isn’t it?”

“Mutual benefit, my ass, you bastard!” – Taeui panted, glaring furiously at Ángel. Ilay leaned back on the sofa, also observing Taeui intently, letting out a subtle, knowing chuckle.

“Still holding on, huh? With Taei’s personality, if he truly couldn’t endure it, he would have given up and surrendered long ago.”

“No way. You have no idea how strong this drug is. This stuff could take down an elephant.”

Ángel’s resolute voice declared: “No way!” echoing faintly in Taeui’s ears. ‘Oh, I’m done for……’ – Taeui thought. His lower body was aroused to the extreme, his inner clothes drenched in sweat. His body ached, itching as if it were going insane, desperately craving something to be inserted and stirred inside to relieve this sensation. His mind was now consumed entirely by thoughts of desire, unable to break free.

Although, the idiotic and maddening act that the slow-witted guy just caused made him so angry that he could only pant in fury, not knowing what else to do.

“What are you planning to do, Taei.”

Ilay asked. Taeui lowered his hazy gaze to look at him. Beside Ilay, Ángel smiled brightly and said: “Just say it. If so, I’ll leave right away.”

“……., so now, you’re just, standing there, watching, huh, you bastard?”

Taeui gritted his teeth, trying to speak each word, making Ilay chuckle lightly.

“Seems like you’re in a hurry, I can tell from your cursing. Well then, first of all, I’m observing how you’ll overcome this difficulty.”

There wasn’t even time to glare at Ilay, who was standing there with arms crossed, speaking leisurely. Taeui lowered his head, then let out a sigh. He really didn’t want to speak. But holding it in was too hard.

“Come here, Ilay.”

Taeui whispered slowly. His hoarse voice barely escaped his throat. Ilay raised one eyebrow as if intrigued, then leisurely stood up. Ángel beside him immediately shouted: “Wait! Don’t do anything before agreeing!”, only to be yelled at by Taeui: “SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD!!”

Ilay sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked down at Taeui right beside him, and Taeui also looked up at him with hazy eyes. Ilay’s eyes, as he looked Taeui up and down, suddenly narrowed for a moment.

“I’m here now?”

“Take it off.”

The moment Taeui whispered in a hoarse voice, Ilay chuckled softly, amused. With an expression that was a mix of awkwardness, humor, and intrigue, he looked down at Taeui and obediently reached out his hand. Once again, from right beside them, Ángel spoke up: “Wait, don’t do it!”, only to be shouted at by Taeui: “I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO DO ANYTHING, SO SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD!!”

Ilay began to remove Taeui’s clothes, whose wrists were tightly bound, leaving him unable to move. His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, but even with the gentle friction of the fabric, Taeui’s body trembled uncontrollably, his breaths becoming rapid and shaky.

Bit by bit, bit by bit, Ilay slowly unbuttoned Taeui’s shirt, then unfastened his belt. Throughout the entire process, his gaze never left Taeui for even a second. And Taeui, with his tear-filled clouded eyes, also stared intently at Ilay, his gaze seemingly trying to scrutinize but ultimately helpless in the current situation.

Ilay’s movements gradually slowed, and Taeui could clearly feel his hands gently sliding beneath the fabric, deliberately brushing against the skin underneath. His pupils narrowed, and his breathing grew heavier and hotter.

As he unzipped Taeui’s pants, revealing the underwear beneath, and his hand brushed against the waistband,

“Stop.”

Taeui said. At the same time, Ilay’s hand froze. A brief moment of hesitation flickered through that hand, and Taeui could feel it vividly through his hypersensitive skin.

Taeui looked up at Ilay. Ilay’s gaze, directed at Taeui, grew increasingly dangerous. Despite his uncontrollable trembling, Taeui managed a faint smile as he looked at Ilay. His gaze fixated on Taeui’s lips, as if wanting to devour them.

“Do you want to do it?”

Taeui asked. His voice, hoarse from labored breathing, was barely audible. Yet it seemed Ilay understood. No, there was no way he couldn’t understand. His eyes greedily scanned every inch of Taeui, as if unwilling to miss a single detail.

“Yes. So say it, Taei.”

Ilay’s voice deepened. Within him, desire was beginning to stir dangerously.

Ángel, still beside them, added: “If he says to, then say it”, joining in to urge him, but Taeui didn’t bother to look back in that direction. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on Ilay. Then, he gave a faint smile. 

The slightly curved eyes held Ilay’s gaze firmly within them. And it seemed that the hand resting on Taeui’s underwear was gripping tighter and tighter.

“Don’t misunderstand…… If I have to say, for you to be able to touch me…… then the choice is mine, isn’t it?”

Ilay’s eyebrow twitched slightly. Then, he gave a faint smile.

“I’m not asking you to do it for me, but rather, you――have to ask me for permission to do it, isn’t that right?” – Taeui

“That’s ridiculous! Nonsense!” – Ángel

“Shut up, you bastard.” – Taeui

Facing Ángel’s intense glare, Taeui retaliated with an equally fierce look. That intensity startled Ángel, leaving him muttering something under his breath but unable to say anything further.

Meanwhile, Ilay continued to look at Taeui with a faint smile before finally speaking.

“Choice, huh……, is there a choice to say nothing?”

“In this situation?” – Then his finger glided over Taeui’s lower abdomen as if to make a point. This caused Taeui to take a deep breath, curl up, and tremble as he glared at Ilay and whispered through gritted teeth.

“There isn’t. But, because of this damn drug, ……you have the choice between having a terribly filthy encounter, or thanks to this precious drug, having an insanely incredible one――you do have a choice, don’t you?”

Ilay remained silent.

He stared intently at Taeui for a moment before saying: “Aha……”, and finally burst into laughter.

“‘Alright then, so what? To have an insanely incredible encounter with you, what do I have to do?’”

Taeui smiled at Ilay, who was softly murmuring with a face drenched in sweat.

“‘If you can muster all your strength to punch him really hard, I’ll let you hold me.’”

Ilay laughed heartily as he watched Taeui whisper through clenched teeth with a voice full of resentment. He leaned down, biting Taeui’s lip as if to devour it, then stood up and turned toward Ángel.

“Sorry, but Taei has spoken.”

“No! It can’t be like this! There’s no way! This is between Tay and me, you just need to stay out of it! You agreed to that already!”

Ángel rolled his eyes, shaking his head repeatedly, but Ilay only smiled gently and said:

“Well then, my self-control is worse than his, and I’m shameless enough to pretend I don’t remember verbal promises depending on the situation. You know that, don’t you, Ángel?”

Those words were the final explanation. Ángel’s shouts, accusing the act of being cowardly and insisting it didn’t count, were abruptly silenced when Ilay’s fist drove deep into his stomach.

“Sorry, Ángel. And thank you.”

After that, Ilay carried Ángel – who was struggling to breathe, collapsed, and vomiting uncontrollably – out of the room, then returned to stand beside Taeui. Ilay gently patted Taeui’s flushed cheek, his body heaving and burning with heat, and reached out for his bound wrists.

“Tied pretty tight.”

As Ilay muttered and clicked his tongue, frustrated at the knot securing Taeui’s wrists to the headboard that wouldn’t easily come undone, amidst Taeui’s labored breaths, he weakly murmured a few words.

“Don’t bother. Things like that don’t matter. Just leave it…… and do it.”

At that moment, Ilay burst into laughter. He laughed heartily before obediently taking his hands off the knot and climbing onto the bed.

“It seems you’re in quite a rush. This is the first time you’ve ever pushed me like this. Truly an amazing drug.”

“Don’t…… say…… nonsense…… later, ugh……”

“Alright.” – Ilay nodded and unzipped his pants while using his other hand to pull down Taeui’s damp underwear. As he peeled off the fabric clinging tightly to the skin, exposing the shape of his groin, he whispered slowly.

“What an incredible sight. It’s a shame I can’t savor this slowly,”

Ilay pressed his hips between Taeui’s bare legs. For a brief moment, their bodies overlapped. At that instant,

“――.”

A broken moan escaped from Taeui’s lips. Hot breaths poured out, and moments later, he couldn’t hold back as he released. His body convulsed repeatedly, and with each tremor, he could feel Ilay softly chuckling, as if relishing the moment atop his writhing form.

Each time Ilay slowly moved his hips, Taeui’s body instinctively jolted. His lower half, filled to the brim by Ilay’s hardness thing, clenched tightly in violent spasms, repeatedly contracting and relaxing as if refusing to stop.

“Do you like it?”

A deep hoarse voice mixed with laughter rang in Taeui’s ears. Taeui did not respond, as if his reason had vanished, while Ilay continued to intensify the rhythm within his body, not pressing for an answer but simply maintaining his pace.

Thus, the room was filled with stifling heat, heavy breathing, and brief exchanges until the sky turned completely dark. No one called them out for dinner – perhaps someone had come to call but, upon hearing their sounds, quietly turned away, something no one knew – and it was unclear how many times they had satisfied their desires until the sounds in the room gradually quieted down.

On the damp wrinkled bed sheet, Taeui lay flat like a corpse, and suddenly, with a voice barely audible, he mumbled something after silence had enveloped the room for a while. Ilay, who was lying on top of him, burst out laughing. The deep and pleasant laughter lingered for a moment, and then Ilay spoke in a tone still tinged with laughter.

“It’s a pity Ángel can’t hear this. He could have accomplished the goal perfectly.”