Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 112
Sejin’s voice trembled slightly as he pushed him away. Cheon Sejoo could have made Sejin ejaculate in his mouth, but fearing infection, he didn’t force it and obediently pulled back.
He kissed Sejin’s cheek, whose lips were pressed together and eyebrows furrowed, then sat up and reached out to him.
“Come here. Let’s take a shower.”
“Okay.”
Sejin tightly grasped Cheon Sejoo’s hand and stood up with him, walking towards the bathroom. Entering the shower stall, Cheon Sejoo leaned his hands against the wall, turning his back. Sejin watched his broad back slowly getting wet.
The lower part of his rounded, firm buttocks was already red from prolonged friction. It would probably be bruised tomorrow. Sejin gently caressed that area, then lifted one of his legs and reached out to touch the swollen private part.
He carefully inserted his finger into Cheon Sejoo’s still-open hole and gently spread the flesh, allowing the fluid and semen accumulated deep inside to flow out.
Hearing the liquid drip onto the floor, Sejin gently kissed the back of his neck and inserted his finger deeper. He slightly curved his fingertip, gently scraping inside, causing the things clinging to the inner wall to soften and fall out.
“Are you okay?”
Sejin gently kissed Cheon Sejoo’s ear, who winced as if shuddering, and he nodded slightly, smiling.
“How much did you come? It’s not all out.”
“….”
Indeed, he had come quite a bit. He still remembered coming inside him while he was unconscious, though it might have all flowed out by now. Cheon Sejoo seemed unaware. Sejin apologized softly and slowly withdrew his hand from inside what seemed to be empty. Then, before he could turn around, Sejin hugged him tightly from behind.
His clearly tattooed back pressed against Sejin’s chest, and his heartbeat transmitted through his palm. Just recently, seeing Cheon Sejoo at the event, he had wanted to hug him so tightly. Under the blazing sun of the stadium, he wore the sunglasses Sejin had chosen for him when they were in England, standing there with his arms crossed.
They didn’t look at each other, but Sejin felt with his skin Cheon Sejoo’s gaze persistently following him. That day, Sejin had a wet dream in the common room. He secretly washed his underwear, missing Cheon Sejoo immensely.
Every day, they contacted each other by phone and met frequently, but it wasn’t enough. Sejin wished he could become one with him, just like the tiger tattoo on his back.
Chup chup, Sejin continuously kissed the back of his neck and whispered in a dreamy voice:
“I miss you, Cheon Sejoo. I really miss you.”
Cheon Sejoo didn’t answer, just smiled faintly. He turned to face Sejin, forehead touching forehead, looking deeply into his eyes with an affectionate gaze, then flashed a beautiful smile:
“I miss you too, baby.”
That tone again. Sejin frowned, not liking the intimate nickname much, but still pouted his lips. Then he chuckled when he saw Cheon Sejoo gently bite his lip. The difficult times passed just like that.
After completing his mandatory service within the stipulated time, Sejin was honorably discharged from the honor guard in good health, without losing any limbs. On the day he returned home, Cheon Sejoo could finally roll around with Sejin in his military uniform. Throughout his service, Sejin firmly refused, fearing that he would miss him when he returned to the unit, so it was only now that they had that difficult sexual encounter.
Sejin, with his dog tag chain around his neck, panting on top of Cheon Sejoo, looked so seductive that it could make Cheon Sejoo develop a kind of fetish he had never had before. Every time the chain clinked, a shiver ran down his spine.
Cheon Sejoo was deeply impressed by the sight of Sejin exposing only his pretty pink “little one” through the gap in his uniform and penetrating him, to the point that he even dreamed of them having sex that night. So, they stuck together for several days until they returned to their daily lives before enlistment; Sejin was now twenty-five years old.
“…”
Cheon Sejoo rested his chin on his hand, sitting on the newly replaced sofa, intently watching Sejin clean. Under the white bow tied around his waist were short shorts that reached his thighs. Sejin’s small, round buttocks were somewhat excessively cute. Cheon Sejoo licked his lips, staring intently at his buttocks.
While Sejin was away, Cheon Sejoo took the opportunity to buy a cute lace apron at the mall. Because whenever he threw away old things or bought new ones, Sejin would grumble about not being wasteful, so he waited for Sejin’s absence to make changes. And he had changed a few things.
Like the mattress that cost tens of millions of won, the sofa with a long footrest convenient for sex, or the SUV with a much more spacious back seat. He even bought Sejin a private car. It was an expensive two-door convertible roadster model that made Sejin’s classmates, seniors, juniors, and colleagues not even dare to dream of carpooling with him.
Of course, Sejin’s reaction was not very positive. Because even if he bought a car, he only thought of a small car, so when he saw the shiny black car in front of him, he just froze.
“Is it beautiful?”
“…”
Sejin glared at the car for a moment, then turned to Cheon Sejoo and asked:
“Are you crazy?”
“Crazy because it’s beautiful. You too.”
“…”
Cheon Sejoo shrugged as if he had no intention of hearing a refusal, then put the car keys in Sejin’s hand. Then he walked to the passenger seat, put his leg into the car through the open roof without even opening the door.
When he got into the unstarted car, the alarm blared throughout the underground parking lot. Cheon Sejoo smiled with his handsome face and gestured with his chin towards the driver’s seat. Meaning, hurry up and get in and start the car.
Sejin stood there stunned, then had to walk to the car to turn off the piercing sound. When he brought the key to the driver’s side door handle, the blaring alarm immediately stopped. Opening the door and getting into the car, the lingering new car smell immediately hit his nose.
“Register your fingerprint.”
Cheon Sejoo pulled Sejin’s hand, who was still sitting dazed, then operated the control panel to start the user registration process. He rotated Sejin’s hand back and forth to take his fingerprint, then saved his name as “Beautiful” to complete all procedures.
“Now drive.”
“Are you really crazy?”
But Sejin did not intend to accept this gift easily. Although he didn’t know the exact price, a glance told him this sleek car must be over 100 million won.
One hundred million won.
One hundred million won?
A domestic sedan costing 30 million felt expensive, but this was a Mercedes. Sejin swallowed the sigh that was caught in his throat, looked straight into Cheon Sejoo’s eyes, who was looking at him as if he didn’t understand the problem, and said:
“Cheon Sejoo, this car is too luxurious for ‘car poor’* people like us. Let’s return it.”
(Car poor (poor due to car ownership) is a concept Koreans use to refer to people who are not financially well-off but own cars that are too expensive compared to their income)
Car poor, Cheon Sejoo acted as if he didn’t hear, laughing as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Return what? Sejin, we’ve had this car for three months already.”
“We don’t even have a house yet, why buy such an expensive car! Then sell the old car!”
“Don’t talk nonsense anymore, drive.”
“Cheon Sejoo!”
Seeing that Sejin still refused to start, Cheon Sejoo frowned, stared at him, then pressed the button to close the car roof, waited until the interior was completely closed before turning to face Sejin and speaking:
“Kwon Sejin, we are not car poor.”
“What do you mean ‘not’? We clearly are.”
“Ha…”
Sejin replied decisively, making Cheon Sejoo only sigh and cover his forehead with his hand. Sejin’s insistence on considering them poor had a reason. The house they were living in was arranged by Shin Gyo Yeon, but the name on the deed was neither Cheon Sejoo nor Shin Gyo Yeon.
The landlord was the person who received money to transfer the house name to Shin Gyo Yeon, and they did not sign an official rental contract, so legally, they were just “co-habitants” rather than tenants.
Sejin was deeply shocked when he learned that this house was not in Cheon Sejoo’s name or some kind of official residence. As someone who had to live in rented housing under a bad landlord, the fear of “other people’s houses” still haunted him.
They didn’t even sign a contract; Shin Gyo Yeon could kick them out at any time if he felt like it. Realizing the instability of their living situation, Sejin began to determinedly save money.
Even though Cheon Sejoo was currently earning billions of won, higher than when he worked in the processing team, Sejin still felt every expense was wasteful.
“We don’t have a house, we only have this car! Cheon Sejoo, frankly, people like us are poor! We have to save to buy a house! Why buy another expensive car like this? I just need an old car, sell it!”
Sejin declared in a serious tone, crossing his arms. He made it clear that he would sell the car without even touching it. Cheon Sejoo shook his head and sighed.
He understood Sejin’s anxiety, but there was truly nothing to worry about. The house they were living in was about to be transferred to Cheon Sejoo’s name. That was confirmed by Chae Beomjun.
The work he had done for 5 years under Shin Gyo Yeon was not something anyone could do. As a trusted aide who was willing to sacrifice his life for Shin Gyo Yeon, Cheon Sejoo was one of the few people completely trusted by Shin Gyo Yeon, who was about to become the new chairman of DG. Seok Yunhyeong and Kang Junmyeon, who also worked under Shin Gyo Yeon, had accumulated enormous wealth, and that future was also set for Cheon Sejoo.
When Shin Gyo Yeon’s DG Holdings successfully acquired SG Industry according to the strategic planning department’s plan a few years ago, the stock options alone that Cheon Sejoo was promised exceeded ten billion won. It was said that the member who played the biggest role in that deal received tens of billions in remuneration. Moreover, a construction project worth trillions of won was approved on the SG Industry factory land, which was obvious.
Cheon Sejoo had never fully explained everything to Sejin. He was afraid that when Sejin thought of Kim Hyun Kyung, who had suffered from a debt of tens of millions, he would feel bitter about the large sum of money he received too easily through him. But now, it was probably time to explain everything.
“People need to plan realistically. I didn’t realize you had such a superficial side. I, who had to go to mandatory service against my will, will make a financial plan for you! First, accept that we are car poor, Cheon Sejoo! If we get kicked out, we’ll have to sleep in the car!”
If he could make Sejin never mention that hateful “car poor” word again, Cheon Sejoo was willing to sit and recount the process of DG Holdings’ acquisition of SG Industry for three days and three nights.
Cheon Sejoo sighed softly, raising his hand to stroke Sejin’s cheek as if caressing a puppy, he gently caressed it and began:
“Sejin, listen to me carefully…”
So Cheon Sejoo began to explain to Sejin, who kept a cold face as if to say that he wouldn’t be swayed by his salary, current assets, and future financial plans. At first, Sejin looked at him suspiciously as if he couldn’t believe those words, but as the numbers gradually became concrete, he fell silent, his face full of confusion.
Finally, when Cheon Sejoo mentioned that while Sejin was serving in the military, he had threatened Chae Beomjun to extract investment information and thus earned a fair amount of money, so whether he returned this car or not, he would still have to pay over a billion won in taxes next year, Sejin almost fainted from shock.
“…Don’t lie.”
“Why would I lie? To tease you? If you earn a lot, you have to spend a lot accordingly. Otherwise, you’ll just have to pay more taxes. So, a car like this isn’t considered wasteful spending for us. Understand?”
“…”
Sejin’s face showed a hint of chaos. He had been deceived by Cheon Sejoo for good intentions quite a few times, so this time he couldn’t help but suspect him.
Looking at that innocent face, Cheon Sejoo frowned, reached out and took Sejin’s hand, which was fiddling on his thigh, then tightly intertwined their fingers. He confessed honestly.
“I intentionally bought an expensive car. If I bought a small car or a fuel-efficient car like you said, if someone from the company asked to carpool, both you and I would get annoyed. If you drive this car to work, even if new people are surprised, they wouldn’t dare to ask for a ride.”
Sejin blinked blankly. In fact, he never intended to let anyone sit next to him, but hearing that Cheon Sejoo bought an expensive car just to prevent carpooling made his heart pound. Sejin lowered his eyes slightly, cautiously asking.
“…If I carpool with someone, would you be annoyed too?”
Cheon Sejoo, with the clear expression of a mature man, still looked at Sejin, who was always adorable and cute, and replied.
“Just annoyed? I’d die. Anyone who dares to talk to you drives me crazy.”
“…”
Hearing those blunt words, Sejin bit his lip and lowered his head, then he wrapped his arms tightly around Cheon Sejoo’s waist, who was sitting in the passenger seat, buried his head in his shoulder, and sighed softly.
Even though he had heard the car’s price during their conversation, he still couldn’t change his mind that the car was too expensive, but when he learned the reason why Cheon Sejoo, as someone who had stepped into society, chose this gift for him, he couldn’t refuse anymore.
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