Chapter 8. Cursed Night (8)

Translator: Lili

The following evening, Seo Gyuha left his house late. His destination was his regular club. Truthfully, he wasn’t feeling great and wanted to stay home, but he had to pay back the money Lee Chayoung had lent him yesterday.

As soon as he passed through the doors guarded by bouncers, the club’s pounding beats hit him. He informed one of the staff to send Chayoung his way when he arrived, then settled at a second-floor table instead of a private room. He wasn’t in the mood to drink and planned to leave as soon as he repaid his debt.

But even after 30 minutes, then an hour, there was no word of Chayoung’s arrival. His mood soured further. Already feeling off, the blaring music only worsened his headache. Finally, scowling, he pulled out his phone.

He dialed but couldn’t hear a thing over the noise. Frustrated, he stepped into the smoking room. The smell was unpleasant, but the relative quiet was a relief. He regretted not bringing his cigarettes. After a moment of hesitation, he called Chayoung again. This time, the line connected, and Chayoung’s voice came through.

— Hello?

“Where are you?”

The response was even more infuriating.

— Who’s this?

The bastard hadn’t saved his number. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure why he had Chayoung’s number saved in his own phone. The realization bruised his pride a little.

“It’s me, you asshole.”

— Oh, it’s you. What’s up?

“Why aren’t you here? It’s Saturday.”

— Something urgent came up. I’m swamped.

“Quit pretending to be busy.”

— I’m not pretending, I really am. Were you waiting for me?

“To pay you back.”

Chayoung chuckled,

— Doesn’t look like I’ll make it today. Have fun without me.

“Don’t bother.”

Gyuha snapped, hanging up. His headache worsened.

‘I should have called him earlier.’

Scowling deeply, he left the smoking room. As he walked through the club, someone greeted him cheerfully.

“Hello!”

He turned to see a familiar face—the beta who had introduced him to the world of threesomes.

When he came to the club about four months ago, he found Chayoung already there. The sight immediately annoyed him, not because of Chayoung, but because the pretty beta he had recently taken a liking to was clinging to him.

He had gone to relax that night, but he felt irritated to see someone else snatch his catch. So he sat at a nearby table, chugging drinks while shooting daggers at them. Just as he was considering calling over another beta, the pretty one made a surprising suggestion: how about all three of them together?

Now, with that same charming smile, the beta asked,

“Here alone tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“No partner?”

The question was laced with an invitation. For a moment, Gyuha hesitated. He’d planned to return home early after paying his debt, but thanks to Chayoung, that plan had fallen through.

It had been a while since he’d last had sex. Making up his mind quickly, he locked eyes with the beta.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

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The wet sounds of or*l s*x filled the room as the beta worked diligently, head bobbing between his legs. But Gyuha’s expression was far from pleased. Usually, even the slightest stimul*tion would get him hard, but tonight, despite the time and effort, there was no sign of ar*usal.

“Do it better.”

He muttered irritably.

It wasn’t the beta’s fault. He had confidently taken off Gyuha’s pants, showcasing his usual expert tongue work. A veteran, he knew how to use his hands and mouth to please simultaneously. Normally, Gyuha would have been rock-hard, but not tonight.

The beta spit out his half-er*ct m*mber, saliva dribbling down his chin as he looked up with a perplexed expression.

“Did you drink too much?”

He hadn’t had a drop, not even water. Silent, he sat stiffly as the beta wrapped a hand around him again.

“Let me try one more time.”

This time, the beta went all out, bragging that he would do things he wouldn’t do for just anyone. He opened his mouth wide, deep-throating with enthusiasm. Still, nothing.

‘This is insane.’

This had never happened before. Normally, he was so responsive that even a light touch would set him off. If word got out about this, he’d die of embarrassment. Determined, he closed his eyes and began conjuring dirty thoughts.

His fantasies naturally involved group s*x—bodies intertwined, wet sounds of slapping skin, and relentless thr*sting.

In his imagination, one of the participants was himself. And the other…

“Wow, finally hard!”

The beta exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts. The beta looked thrilled, but Gyuha’s face darkened. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Let’s do this another time.”

“What?”

The beta froze mid-motion. Gyuha repeated himself, albeit more gently than usual.

“Another time. I don’t think I can perform tonight.”

“But you’re hard now…”

“I’m just not in the mood. I’ll make it up to you next time.”

With a wave, he dismissed him. Reluctantly, the beta packed up his toys and left without a word.

Alone, Gyuha lay back on the bed, only to feel something hard press against his back. Reaching under him, he pulled out a hot-pink vibrator and threw it across the room with irritation. Closing his eyes, he groaned inwardly.

‘This is definitely insane.’

The face he had imagined during his fantasy was his own, moaning as he was pen*trat*d from both ends. And the one thr*sting into him below was none other than Lee Chayoung. At that moment, his er*ction twitched.

“Argh!”

He screamed, jumping up like a madman. Zipping his pants hastily, he grabbed his coat and stormed out of the room.

“Damn it. I’m losing my mind.”

He banged his head against the elevator wall repeatedly. If he’d stayed any longer, he could easily imagine himself using the vibrator on himself. Truly, it was a cursed night.

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