Chapter 2. Cursed Night (2)

Translator: Lili

Seo Gyuha’s expression momentarily shifted as though finding something funny despite the situation.

“Didn’t know someone who’s lived abroad could know stuff like that.”

“Of course I do. Thrust, thrust.”

A snicker escaped. The so-called gentleman façade was a joke. While others praised Lee Chayoung for being princely, a perfect heir with dazzling looks, and even a ‘diamond spoon’, he was actually someone who indulged in threesomes and intense sex without hesitation.

‘At least he’s honest.’

After silently mocking Lee Chayoung’s duality, Seo Gyuha cursed again. He’d just realized the circle gesture referred to him.

“F*ck…”

It was indeed a fucking situation. No wonder his lower back and elsewhere felt so sore.

Seo Gyuha clenched his lips bitterly, hoping this was just a bad joke. He reached behind him hesitantly, but the sticky substance he felt dashed any hope. A low growl escaped.

“You bastard, you didn’t even use a condom?”

“I did. It’s probably just lube.”

The calm reply made Seo Gyuha’s blood boil. While he wanted to land a punch on that smug face, he knew he’d lose in a physical confrontation. Instead, he scanned the room, spotted a cigarette pack and lighter under the table, and got up with a grimace.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag, he felt his mind settle slightly.

“Give me one.”

“Smoke your own, asshole.”

“Don’t be stingy.”

“… Rich people are the worst.”

Despite his grumbles, he tossed the pack towards the bed. Of course, Lee Chayoung caught it with ease. He even snatched the lighter Seo Gyuha threw at his face.

‘Nothing’s going my way today.’

Biting down on the filter, Seo Gyuha smoked angrily. A deep sense of injustice began to bubble up. Turning back to face Lee Chayoung, he spoke in a low, menacing tone.

“Let me hit you. Just once.”

“What, out of nowhere?”

“You ambushed me without warning. Wouldn’t you be pissed if it were you?”

However, Lee Chayoung’s slick reply only fueled his rage.

“An ambush in itself is ‘without warning’.”

“… Does that even matter right now?”

“Choosing the right words avoids unnecessary misunderstandings. Besides, I think you’re mistaken—you were the one begging me to top you.”

A dry laugh escaped. Grinding out his cigarette halfway, Seo Gyuha growled like a cornered beast.

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Believe what you want. But calling me a r*pist? That’s crossing the line.”

The sudden change in his expression made Seo Gyuha flinch. While he couldn’t feel it directly, the tingling on his skin suggested the release of alpha pheromones.

“You said you didn’t want the beta, so I agreed. Then you got impatient, saying you’d go first. After you finished and pulled out, I went next. Then you grabbed the beta’s hair and asked, ‘Does it feel good being f*ck*d?'”

“…!”

“When he said yes, you kicked him out and told me to top you. Ordered me, actually.”

Seo Gyuha was speechless. He opened and closed his mouth but couldn’t form words. Instead, he lit another cigarette, only to realize he’d thrown the lighter to Lee Chayoung. Grimacing, he shook his leg in frustration.

If it were anyone else, Seo Gyuha would have grabbed them by the collar and yelled at them to stop spouting nonsense. But the problem this time was that the other person was Lee Chayoung. Superficially elegant yet as much of a bastard as Seo Gyuha himself, Chayoung wasn’t the type to lie about something like this.

His voice cut through Seo Gyuha’s tangled thoughts.

“And technically, I’m the victim here.”

“What?”

Seo Gyuha frowned and turned to see Chayoung holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“You know my type—slim, pretty guys with delicate features. But you threatened to break my dick if I didn’t top you, so I had no choice.”

His tone was so smug, as if he had done a charitable deed. Furious, Seo Gyuha clenched his teeth.

“Then you should’ve choked me out or something. Did you really have to go through with it?”

“Oh, right. Like you’d have stayed still if I tried that?”

“…”

Seo Gyuha couldn’t argue. The moment he felt someone’s hands on his neck, he’d have gone berserk.

“Sigh.”

Hanging his head, he sighed heavily. It couldn’t be helped. Even Seo Gyuha understood that spilled water couldn’t be unspilled.

He threw aside the crumpled cigarette in his hand and stood up from the chair. As he bent to pick up his scattered clothes, he felt something trickle down his thigh.

‘Damn it. If I mix drinks again, I’m not a man but a dog.’

Cursing himself internally, he straightened up. This was undoubtedly the most absurd and ridiculous morning he had experienced in a long time.

About thirty minutes later, Seo Gyuha left the room. Every step was accompanied by the clack of shoes behind him. Despite being told to get lost, Lee Chayoung insisted on waiting to leave together.

His mood was at rock bottom, and the sound of footsteps only grated on his nerves. The elevator descended quickly. Once they stepped out of the darkened hallway into the sunlight outside, Seo Gyuha squinted against the brightness. Turning to him, Chayoung asked casually,

“Going to get some hangover soup?”

“Of course.”

By now, they were familiar with each other’s habits. As Seo Gyuha walked in the direction of the soup restaurant, the sound of footsteps followed yet again.

“Stop following me and buzz off.”

“I’m on my way to get hangover soup too.”

“When the hell did you start eating it?”

“We’ve gone together a few times. Don’t be so cold.”

He never missed a chance for a comeback. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, Seo Gyuha quickened his pace. But realistically, he could only shuffle awkwardly due to the discomfort between his legs.

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