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“Can’t they do such an easy task? Why me?”

Seongje grumbled in annoyance as he dragged his feet to follow the tall figure in the dark-colored suit into the back room. While the other members of the Union could only watch and eavesdrop, because no one dared to interfere with whatever Baekjin had decided, unless he didn't want to live anymore.

No one dared to speak to the union leader, except for the one person who had never feared anything in his life, Geum Seongje.

A cigarette was lit as the tall man in the orange windbreaker slumped onto the sofa. Silence embraced them both as the one giving the order focused on the plan on the table.

“Why me?”

Backjin looked up, his sly fox-like eyes staring at the eyes of the person who was staining the clean air with nicotine smoke.

“What?”

Seongje sat up fully, turned to face the union leader who was still staring at him. His calm expression made it hard to read what he was thinking, and Seongje didn't like it at all.

He was always the one who could read the expressions, guess what the other person was thinking, and always had the upper hand. However, when he was with Baekjin, everything was the opposite. His calmness and composure made the fearless mad dog tremble even though he tried to hide it.

Just like when he first decided to join the union, everyone knew about Ganghak High School's reputation, a school with more gangsters than students. People complained about the students' incompetence. The annoyance was greater than the fear when the troublemakers often caused trouble outside the school grounds.

However, no one dared to speak or even breathe when they heard that name — Geum Seongje.

The dangerous brats didn't even dare to look up when the tall figure walked past. The teachers could only pretend not to see him when he caused trouble because everyone knew that in Ganghak High School, the person with influence and control over the school was not the director or the principal, but Geum Seongje.

And that news finally reached the ears of the cunning fox.

The first time, Baekjin sent an invitation to Ganghak, and he returned as the battered boy he had sent.

The second time, someone had a broken arm.

The third time, the boy who had been sent to spend a week in a coma in a hospital.

And the last time, the union leader appeared in the deserted field where the students in the maroon uniforms gathered. Dongha and Sungmok flanked him on his left and right, and Seongje laughed at the arrival of the three important members of the union.

Until the fight that made the Ganghak students sweat, Songmok and Dongha just exercised their back muscles to teach Seongje’s minions a lesson until they fell to the ground, and the Mad Dog of Ganghak didn't like it very much. The feeling of being oppressed, being looked down on was enough for the glasses to be thrown somewhere on the gravel floor, and the first punch was thrown to Na Baekjin, a fast, violent and dangerous punch.

But Baekjin easily dodged it .

The rage was building up in his chest. Seongje was charging forward relentlessly, and Baekjin was no longer holding himself back. The fight went on long enough for the other two members to sit down somewhere nearby, staring at the evenly matched battle.

Even now, the outcome is as it is today. Ganghak High School and Geum Seongje joining the union also told the answer of who won that fight.

“What are you looking at, Baekjin?”

“Have you ever wanted to quit smoking?”

Seongje raised his eyebrows, took a moment to understand, then inhaled the smoke into his lungs and walked over to blow it at the elegant Baekjin.

“Until i find something else that’s more interesting.”

“I have an idea. Would you like to hear it?”

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Dongha was confused when he was called to meet the union leader to be informed of the undeniable mission.

No,he wasn't confused about what he had to do, but he was confused about where Seongje had gone even though he had seen the mad dog walk in together with Baekjin earlier.

However, he didn't ask. Baekjin wasn't the type of person you could joke around with like Seongje, who despite being dangerous, but felt more approachable than the cold man in front of him. Dongha just kept his doubts to himself and stepped out to do what he had to do.

Baekjin glanced at the closed door before shifting his gaze down, looking under the table where the fun was happening.

"Good boy."

His palm stroked the thick hair. Seongje, who had listened to the idea, let his cigarette burn out on the ashtray in order to kneel down under the table, opening his mouth to take the hard cock of the union leader.

The tip of his tongue, which liked to push against his cheeks, was licking all over the large cock that was tightly packed in his mouth.

Baekjin was not only big in his power, but also his shaft, which made the person who tasted it get wet in the underwear when he imagined what it would be like if it was penetrated by the thing he was sucking.

And Baekjin seemed to read that thought.

“Why, is it not enough to just suck it?”

“Seongje-ah.”

There was no answer except for the stubborn eyes that looked back at him, Seongje was thinking of getting revenge, even if getting revenge would cause him some trouble.

The lips that were wrapped around him slowly withdrew, the tip of his tongue repeatedly touching the tip that was wet with the liquid of lust, flicking and licking back and forth when he knew that it was Baekjin's weak point when he heard a low moan in his throat and his face turned up when his desire was raging. He teased it lightly until he felt the force of the hair pulling more, but Baekjin's hips jerked, sending himself deeper into his mouth than before.

And Seongje thought it was the time.

He looked up, staring into the eyes that were full of desire, and then-

“Shit! Seongje!”

Seongje took the entire length into his mouth. It was so deep that he almost choked. His once stubborn eyes were now filled with tears, and Baekjin finally lost his patience.

His large hand grabbed the hair harder, sending a stinging sensation throughout his scalp, but Baekjin didn't care. He gripped it tightly and moved his forcefully to fuck Seongje’s warm, teasing lips.

It was violent, deep, and made the man being fucked cry. His eyes were red from choking when the unbearable length slammed into his mouth. Baekjin quickened his pace, his sharp eyes looking down at Seongje’s defeated expression and he smiled happily before suddenly pulling his head away from his penis.

Seongje looked at him in confusion, but in just a moment, he was dragged and thrown onto the sofa. Baekjin squeezed his stubborn lips, forcing them open and forcing something better than smoking a cigarette into his mouth.

“Is it better than smoking those nicotine sticks?”

“When you suck my cock instead.”

Without giving him a chance to reply, Baekjin's two hands gripped the beautiful head tightly, shoving his core into the mouth of the person he trusted the most in the union without any regard for it. He thrust until he heard the sound similar to someone about to choke, but he didn't stop his actions. He only slowed down the intensity and started again when Seongje seemed to be able to endure it.

Baekjin glanced at the hand that had moved to grab the crotch of his jeans and smirked. Seongje’s dick was so hard that it was pushing up the fabric, making it hard to hide anymore.

"Is it hard because you're imagining me fucking you?"

"Uh-huh!" Seongje argued.

"Don’t worry I'll take good care of your pretty ass later."

Baekjin smirked when he saw that Seongje’s jeans zipper was being pulled down, allowing him to touch himself through his wet underwear. He didn't say anything and moved his hips to repeatedly take his big cock into his warm mouth.

Until he saw Seongje reaching under the fabric of his underwear, caressing his cock, and at that moment, the coldness returned again.

“Did I tell you to masturbate?”

Seongje paused, looking up with a tortured look in his eyes.

“Until I give you permission, don’t touch it.”

And Baekjin’s intimidating presence always overpowered everyone, including Seongje.

“Be a good boy, and you’ll get a reward.”

Once again, his messy hair was pulled, causing him to make a noise of protest. Seongje’s scalp was burning and his mouth was sore.

He could hardly stand opening his mouth to satisfy the union leader's lust any longer. The fatigue in his jaw made him narrow his lips involuntarily, and his sharp teeth accidentally scraped against the sensitive skin.

“Fuck!”

Baekjin cursed loudly, before Seongje felt the twitch of his cock in his mouth and the warmth that spread throughout his mouth.

Na Baekjin’s cum burst into Geum Seongje’s mouth.

“Swallow it all.”

The one who was about to spit had to swallow the cum as ordered when his face was lifted up to meet his gaze. Seongje opened his mouth to show that he was following the order without hesitation, and Baekjin liked it.

“Good job.”

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Dongha returned with bloodstained knuckles and an envelope, containing a sum of money that the debtor had borrowed and refused to return. He handed it to Baekjin, glancing at Seongje who was sitting still.

The pack of cigarettes and the lighter were lying on the table in front of the sofa, untouched. It looked strange, very strange for someone who was constantly filling the air with nicotine like Seongje.

In addition, his long hair was messy, as if someone had just messed it up. And the way his lips and the way his hands were holding his jaw, as if he was exercising his muscles, made him even more suspicious.

“That’s strange.”

Baekjin paused his palms that were counting money to hear what the person in front of him would say.

DongHa turned to Seongje. “You don’t smoke? How is that possible?”

Before he could make an excuse, Baekjin spoke up first.

“Seongje has found something more fun than smoking.”

The serious eyes stared at Baekjin who still had an indifferent expression. Dongha nodded and walked out of the room quietly as usual. Unlike the owner of those eyes who was waiting to get revenge whenever Baekjin was not paying attention.

Or maybe that day would never come.

When the sound of the door lock made him know that from now on, no one would come to help or disturb their private time.

"Why? Are you scared?"

"Who's scared of you?"

"Cocky."

The sound of the belt being untied was a warning sign that Geum Seongje would never walk out of this room in the same state as when he entered.

"Move your pretty ass over here."

And Seongje, who was as tame as a dog, did as he was ordered. He took off his pants and climbed onto Baekjin's lap, who had ripped off his orange windbreaker without a care. His hands were placed down to Seongje’s chest, squeezing and playing with his nipples until it was hard against his hands.

And Seongje, who had prepared himself well after applying gel to his ass and Baekjin's largeness, was ready to be the lust toy for the most fearsome man in the union, Na Baekjin.

“Ah..so fucking big.”

“Do you like it?”

“I..like it.”

“Then ride me until I cum inside you..” Baekjin pulled the other down and whispered in his ear,

“Until this Geum Seongje has to spread his legs and collapse on the sofa here. His legs are shaking so much he can’t walk because this Na Baekjin fucked him until he was exhausted.”

Seongje hates Baekjin so much because this bastard knows him so well. He knows what to say and he will lose his mind and scream for him to thrust into him hard until he groans loudly in the room.

“Baekjin, you bastard.”

“Umm..”

“Your bastard.”

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Dongha remembered that there was another envelope of advance payment from the owner of the ramen shop who acted like a mafia but sneaked in to borrow money from the union and planned to run away. After being beaten up until battered, he stopped being a smartass and paid an additional month of advance interest to make Dongha stop punching him.

The two long legs walked back the way they came, raised their palms, ready to knock on the door, but something made him stop and walk away. He kept the envelope of money for now.

Baekjin and Seongje must have a long talk from the sound of the voice that he was sure was Seongje’s.

He must have been beaten up by Baekjin?

Good. Seongje deserved it. He had been annoyed by his arrogant attitude for a long time.

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