When his hands slid up, cupping her breasts, he felt the way her breath hitched. He smirked. A slow, deliberate squeeze. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to draw a gasp from her lips.
He pulled back slightly, dark eyes drinking her in—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glazed over with pure need.
God, she looked sinful.
And the way she looked up at him, so unbothered, so cocky? Like she knew exactly what she was doing to him?
Yeah. She was dangerous.
"Don't worry, you can just put it in," she murmured, a teasing smile curling on her lips.
Eun-jae stilled.
Oh, this bitch was bold.
A slow chuckle rumbled in his chest, deep and dark. He leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"You're gonna regret pulling me into this," he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement and warning all at once. "I'm not much of a gentleman."
And with that, he flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A surprised gasp left her lips, but it quickly melted into a moan when he gripped her hips, aligning himself without hesitation.
Then, he thrust in.
"Aahh!!" she cried out, her fingers fisting the sheets as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed through her body.
Eun-jae let out a deep groan, his head tipping back as he gritted his teeth, the sensation overwhelming.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
He had no idea sex could feel this good. The heat, the tightness, the way her body pulled him in like it was made for him—his vision blurred for a second. His fingers dug into her skin, his nails leaving faint marks as he tried to ground himself.
He let out a ragged breath, his brows furrowing. "Does sex always feel this... good?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Ijeoma let out a breathy chuckle, tilting her head slightly to glance back at him, her eyes half-lidded, full of mischief.
"Mmm... I like a man who knows what he wants," she purred.
Eun-jae's grip on her hips tightened. Oh, she was playing with fire.
Without another second of hesitation, he started moving, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm. His hands trailed down the curve of her spine, feeling every little shiver, every slight twitch of her muscles.
"Ahh… nghh… haah…" she moaned beneath him, her back arching, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust.
The room was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, skin meeting skin, and the occasional low groan that slipped past Eun-jae's lips.
Unbeknownst to him, Caesar sat in the corner, leisurely swirling the amber liquid in his glass, watching with the kind of smirk that screamed amusement—and something else.
But his gaze wasn't on Ijeoma.
No.
His eyes were locked onto Eun-jae.
More specifically, the way Eun-jae's muscles flexed with every thrust, his back arching, his ass clenching and releasing in rhythm.
Clench. Release. Clench. Release.
Caesar's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his fingers twitching slightly as if contemplating something.
Then, as if moving on pure instinct, he stretched out his hand—aiming right for that enticing sight.
His fingertips barely brushed the air between them before—
A bruising grip seized his wrist.
Eun-jae's head snapped around so fast it could've given him whiplash, his gaze blazing with warning, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. His fingers wrapped around Caesar's wrist like a steel vice, crushing, unrelenting.
Caesar's eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard.
Eun-jae's lips curled into a snarl, his voice dangerously low. "Don't you fucking dare touch my ass." His grip tightened, fingers digging into Caesar's wrist like he was ready to snap it in half. "I will break your goddamn fingers."
Then, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he tossed Caesar's hand aside like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.
And just like that, without missing a beat, he turned back around, gripping Ijeoma's hips harder, resuming his movements with even more intensity.
If she thought he was rough before, she had another thing coming.
Caesar blinked, flexing his fingers as if testing for damage, then let out a quiet chuckle. His lips curled into an amused smirk as he stared down at his own hand, the one Eun-jae had thrown aside so easily.
His gaze flickered back to Eun-jae, something unreadable glinting in his eyes.
"I see," Caesar murmured to himself, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
And then—he pulled out.
A ragged groan tore from his throat as he spilled onto her back, his chest rising and falling with the force of his release. He ran a hand through his damp, sweat-slicked hair, his mind clouded in that blissful post-high haze.
With a sigh, he sat back against the headboard, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the table. The burn of the alcohol sliding down his throat was grounding, a stark contrast to the fire still licking at his skin.
Ijeoma, still sprawled out, let out a pleased sigh as she rolled over, resting her head against Eun-jae's thigh.
"Mmm, that felt good… Thank—"
Before she could even finish her sentence, a firm grip latched onto her ankles, yanking her away.
"What the—?!" she gasped, her body sliding down the bed as Caesar, who had been silently observing the whole time, now made his move.
"Wait five more minutes…" she whined dramatically, pouting up at him, though her giggles betrayed her amusement.
Caesar wasn't in the mood to wait.
His hands roamed her body before his lips found her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. A sharp gasp left her lips, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
Eun-jae's entire body tensed.
His eyes met Caesar's—dark, playful, and full of smug amusement.
This motherfucker.
A wave of pure disgust crawled up Eun-jae's spine, and with an exasperated sigh, he turned his face away.
I need a damn shower.
"This is madness," he muttered under his breath, standing up with every intention of leaving them to their nonsense. He was done. His business here was finished. Time to wash off the sweat, the heat, and the sheer stupidity of this entire situation.
Or at least, that was the plan.
Until Caesar—the absolute menace—decided to ruin it.
With zero warning, Caesar grabbed Ijeoma and threw her onto Eun-jae's chest, making him stumble back onto the bed.
"The fuck—?!"
Eun-jae's eyes widened in pure disbelief, his hands automatically gripping Ijeoma's waist to steady her before she completely knocked the wind out of him.
Caesar just smirked, tilting his head slightly. "What was that?"
Ijeoma let out a soft moan, her body still buzzing with sensitivity as she shifted against Eun-jae.
Oh, hell no.
Eun-jae stiffened, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. His brain refused to process what was happening right now.
This bastard.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" Eun-jae shot Caesar a glare so sharp it could've sliced through steel.
Caesar ignored him entirely, resuming his movements against Ijeoma, completely unbothered by the fact that she was quite literally on top of Eun-jae.
Eun-jae gritted his teeth, hating every second of this.
Why does it feel like I'm the one getting violated?!
With sheer annoyance fueling him, he reached out, grabbing Caesar's arm, trying to shove him the hell away. "Get the fuck off," he growled.
Caesar, still grinning like the absolute menace he was, caught both of Eun-jae's wrists in one swift motion and pinned them together above his head.
Eun-jae froze.
His eyes darkened. His jaw clenched.
Oh. Oh.
This motherfucker was playing a very dangerous game.
Eun-jae slowly lifted his head, his gaze meeting Caesar's in a stare that could've killed a man on the spot.
A deadly, silent threat.
Caesar, in contrast, looked completely amused.
Still holding Eun-jae's wrists hostage, he leaned in slightly, his smirk widening as if thoroughly entertained by the pure rage flashing in Eun-jae's eyes.
Caesar barely hesitated before shoving Ijeoma aside, his gaze locked onto Eun-Jae like a predator zeroing in on prey.
Eun-Jae's breath hitched. Oh, no. Hell no. He didn't like that look. That smug, self-assured expression that practically dripped with arrogance.
"Touch me and die," he spat, trying to step back. But Caesar was faster.
With a firm grip, Caesar yanked him by the legs, pulling him flush against him, closing whatever stupid amount of space had been between them.
Eun-Jae's heart slammed against his ribs. Not from excitement—no, he was repulsed—but from sheer, undiluted rage. How dare he?
"Let go of me, bastard!" he snarled, thrashing against the hold. But Caesar didn't budge. No, he had the audacity to chuckle—a deep, amused sound, like Eun-Jae was nothing more than an entertaining little thing struggling in vain.
Oh, that was it.
Eun-Jae's hands flew up, shoving at Caesar's shoulders, but the bastard was built like a damn wall. He didn't move, didn't stumble. He just tightened his grip, smirking as if he was humoring him.
"Ugh, you are so disgusting," Eun-Jae spat, twisting in his hold. "Do you think this is fun? That I'd actually enjoy—mmph—"
His words died in his throat as Caesar pressed his cock in between Eun-jae's thighs, grinding in a way that sent a shock of friction through his body. His eyes went wide, mortified.
No. No, no, no. This was the worst thing imaginable.
"Aaah!!" Eun-Jae gasped, body tensing, rage igniting into an inferno. "Stop! Let—nghh—go, you fucking—ah—"
Betrayal. That's what this was. His own damn body was betraying him, reacting in ways he didn't want, couldn't stop. His breath came in sharp, humiliating pants, his skin burning with the heat of contact.
And the worst part? Caesar saw everything.
"Hah," the bastard exhaled, licking his lips like he was savoring the moment. His eyes glinted with wicked amusement, knowing damn well what he was doing.
Eun-Jae's face burned. He wanted to claw his own skin off.
Then—hands.
On his chest.
Eun-Jae jerked violently, eyes snapping open in horror.
"HEY!!" he yelled, twisting desperately to escape. His hands flew to Caesar's wrist, gripping it tight, trying to pry him off. But the bastard was unshakable, relentless, smug.
"Oh?" Caesar hummed, watching his reaction like a cat playing with its prey. "Sensitive, are we?"
Eun-Jae wanted to die. Right there.
"Get your hands off me, you—ah—" His breath caught when Caesar's fingers closed over his nipple, twisting cruelly.
Eun-Jae whined—actually whined—and he wanted to strangle himself for it.
He hated this. He hated him. He hated his own body for betraying him so cruelly.
"Wow," Caesar murmured, mocking, smug.
Eun-Jae squeezed his eyes shut. He was going to kill him. Right after this. Murder. Brutal, bloody murder.
But then—the friction intensified.
Eun-Jae's whole body shuddered violently, his breath coming in ragged, shaky gasps as the overwhelming sensation crashed through him. He didn't want this. He didn't want this. He—
His body convulsed.
White-hot humiliation spread through his veins, burning, suffocating. His nails dug into his palms, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached.
And Caesar? He fucking smirked.
Eun-Jae's eyes snapped open, blazing with hate. He was furious. Humiliated. Disgusted beyond words.
And Caesar—Caesar had the audacity to be pleased.
Eun-Jae shoved at him, frantic, shaking with residual tremors of unwanted pleasure and overwhelming rage.
Caesar merely let out a low groan, rolling his hips one last time before pulling back just slightly. Eun-Jae barely had a second to react before—
Hot. Wet. On his face.
Eun-Jae froze.
His brain short-circuited.
And then—rage. Pure, burning, soul-consuming rage.
Caesar's chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his expression still lazily amused. That smug, insufferable smirk lingered on his lips as he gazed down at Eun-Jae, eyes dark with satisfaction.
Eun-Jae saw red.
With a violent shove, he ripped himself free, scrambling to his feet. His legs were shaking, his whole body felt weak, but he refused—refused—to let this bastard see it.
Not wasting a second, he whirled around and stormed toward the bathroom, fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his skin.
He hated it.
He hated it. He hated it.
His fingers curled into fists, knuckles turning white.
Eun-jae stormed into the bathroom, his entire body buzzing with frustration, disgust, and—goddamn it—something else he refused to acknowledge. His breath was ragged, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. The moment he reached the sink, he grabbed a handful of water and splashed it onto his face, scrubbing furiously like he could somehow erase the memory of what just happened.
Fucking disgusting. That damn pervert—who the hell does he think he is?!
His fingers dug into his skin as he rubbed at his face, as if sheer force could scrub away the sensation, the heat, the humiliation. He turned on the faucet full blast, letting the cold water rush over his hands before bringing them up again, wiping with an almost desperate aggression.
"I swear to God, one day, I'm going to strangle that bastard with my bare hands," he muttered through gritted teeth, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His own flushed face stared back at him, wild-eyed and furious.
His lips curled into a sneer.
"And he had the audacity to smirk? To act like—like he won something? As if I'd ever—ugh!"
He let out a frustrated groan, gripping the edge of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white. This is a nightmare. An absolute fucking nightmare.
Water dripped from his chin as he leaned closer to the mirror, glaring at his own reflection. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, his breath still uneven from the sheer insanity of the last few minutes.
I should've broken his damn fingers when I had the chance.
Eun-jae let out another huff before grabbing a towel, dragging it roughly over his face. His skin was burning—whether from embarrassment, anger, or something worse, he didn't know.
One thing was for sure, though.
That arrogant, smug bastard was going to regret ever pulling that stunt.
Because Eun-jae never let things slide.
And if Caesar thought he could get away with this, he had another thing coming.
Eun-jae stepped back into the cabin, his damp hair clinging to his forehead as he ran a towel over his head with rough, irritated movements. His body ached—not in the good, satisfying way after a workout, but in the I've-had-the-worst-possible-night-and-I-want-to-murder-someone kind of way.
The room was silent, save for the faint humming of the train as it cut through the night. The rhythmic sway of the carriage did nothing to soothe him. In fact, everything about this moment annoyed him. His clothes felt too heavy, his skin still tingled uncomfortably from his shower, and the worst part?
Caesar was nowhere in sight.
"Ugh. Where the hell is that bastard now? Always disappearing like some shady cryptid. What's next? Is he going to crawl out of the ceiling vents like some horror movie demon?"
Eun-jae huffed, throwing the towel aside before plopping down onto the bed, rolling his shoulders to shake off the lingering tension. He needed a distraction. Maybe some work, or anything that didn't involve remembering last night—
But, of course, his brain was a traitor.
The moment he closed his eyes, fragmented images invaded his mind like an unwanted fever dream. His lips curled into a deep scowl, his fingers twitching as if they could physically wipe away the memory.
The weight of Caesar's body pressing against his. The teasing smirk on that insufferable face. The way his hands had roamed without hesitation, like he owned Eun-jae, like it was his right to touch him however he pleased.
Heat rose to Eun-jae's face, but it wasn't out of embarrassment—it was pure, unfiltered rage.
"As long as that cocky bastard didn't stick that monstrous dick in me, I guess it's fine—technically—because that would've been rape. But let's be real, what he did? That shit wasn't right either. What the hell was he thinking?!"
His fist clenched, the irritation thrumming beneath his skin. The audacity, the absolute nerve of that man.
"I will get an answer from him. That smug piece of—ugh!"