Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 86 (Completed)

Every time Cheon Sejoo groaned and twitched, the tiger’s front paw tattooed on his hip subtly appeared and disappeared. The pants, pulled down below his iliac crest, tightly pressed against his penis and testicles, and every time Cheon Sejoo’s hand stroked his dick, the bulging veins on the shaft pulsed.

“Ahhh.”

The voice that escaped his lips was low and sweet. Listening to the sugary sound that wrapped around his ears, Sejin scratched at Cheon Sejoo’s nipple with his fingernails. At that touch, Cheon Sejoo seemed to lose strength and staggered.

He felt like he was going to come without even touching himself. The small beads of sweat on his downturned eyelashes, his handsome face flushing with heat. Beneath his casually removed cap, his neatly shaped eyebrows were contorted, stimulating Sejin’s lust.

“You, really…”

Finally, unable to bear it, Sejin gasped and wrapped his arms around Cheon Sejoo’s waist. He pushed Cheon Sejoo, who was frowning and trying to push his shoulder away, towards the steering wheel, then hunched his body and swallowed Cheon Sejoo’s penis whole. Cheon Sejoo had never allowed oral before, but this time, even he couldn’t stop Sejin. His braced hand couldn’t be used, and as he was pushed back, his right hand, which had been holding his dick, was gripping the door trim to maintain balance.

“Ah, shit.”

Thump, Cheon Sejoo spat out his T-shirt and cursed softly. His resolve not to let this innocent child give him a blowjob was nowhere to be found. His dick, which had disappeared into Sejin’s mouth, felt like it was about to burst.

The damp, hot sensation was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Before meeting Sejin, Cheon Sejoo had always been the one to penetrate. After giving his backside to Sejin, he had consistently acted as the bottom, and had become accustomed to the intense pleasure that came from anal sex, but occasionally he missed the feeling of his dick being confined in a tight, hot place.

Sejin’s oral was like breaking the dam of desire that Cheon Sejoo had painstakingly built up. His dick felt like it was melting, as if he was penetrating Sejin’s inner wall, which he could never actually touch. Cheon Sejoo couldn’t hold back and began to thrust his hips into Sejin’s mouth.

“Haa, don’t, stop.”

Cheon Sejoo met Sejin’s gaze as he looked up at him, then thrust his dick into Sejin’s mouth. Sejin’s eyes widened, as if surprised by the somewhat rough action, but Cheon Sejoo had no time to worry about that.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were getting redder. Cheon Sejoo wanted to quickly splatter his cum on Sejin’s flushed face.

“Ugh, just a little, more…”

Struggling to balance on his knees on the seat, he let go of his right hand, which had been gripping the door, and grabbed the back of Sejin’s head. Fine, soft hair wrapped around his hand. Cheon Sejoo, almost gripping Sejin’s hair, thrust his dick deep into his mouth and rotated his hips. Sejin gagged as the glans poked his uvula, feeling nauseous. At that moment, he felt a painful constriction at the tip of his glans, and Cheon Sejoo quickly pulled Sejin’s head back.

“Haa, hah.”

Thwack, thwack, as he pounded his dick, cum splattered onto Sejin’s panting face. White fluid poured onto his long eyelashes, his flushed cheeks, and around his swollen lips. His dazed, blinking face was indescribably beautiful. At that moment, feeling something hot surging within him, Cheon Sejoo pushed Sejin down. He kissed Sejin’s face, which was covered in his own cum, without even caring that it was messy.

“Cheon Sejoo…”

The red mole beneath Sejin’s eyes trembled. At Cheon Sejoo’s movements, his lower body thrusting like a dog in heat, Sejin felt as if he heard the string of his reason snapping.

They finally set off for the cinema only after a patrolling police officer, intrigued by the car being parked for a long time, knocked on the window.

After they left, Sejin wiped his soiled lower body with a wet wipe, thinking that driving would be difficult for another reason in the future.

Cheon Sejoo received a call from Shin Gyoyeon the day after his arm brace was removed, exactly eight weeks, or two months, after his surgery. Sejin, who had returned to the academy, would come home after studies and always prepare dinner for Cheon Sejoo and help him bathe. As the two were about to enter the bathroom to wash, Cheon Sejoo’s phone rang.

“…”

8 PM. A call this late at night. Cheon Sejoo looked annoyed at his phone, then pushed Sejin into the bathroom first and approached the side table. The screen displayed the name of a man he hadn’t seen in a long time. Shin Gyoyeon. Cheon Sejoo confirmed that the caller was his psychopathic boss, sighed softly, then pressed the call button just as the call was about to disconnect.

“Yes, Chairman.”

• Where are you?

Two months with no contact, and the first thing he says is “Where are you?” Truly, a human being devoid of common decency. Cheon Sejoo replied indifferently.

“I’m at home. Do you have something you need me to do?”

• Come up for a moment.

He said that, and then the call abruptly ended. That obnoxious psycho bastard… He glared at his name in annoyance, then got up. As he entered the bathroom, he felt Sejin, who was brushing his teeth, glance at him. Cheon Sejoo approached him and announced his departure.

“I’ll be up for a bit.”

“Where?”

“To meet the Chairman on the 43rd floor.”

“…”

His pretty lips drooped in dissatisfaction. Sejin stared at Cheon Sejoo, his eyes narrowing, then spat water into the sink to rinse his mouth, grumbling as if he didn’t understand.

“Can you make a sick person come and go like this? It’s only two floors, he could come down himself.”

Now that his brace was off, Cheon Sejoo outwardly seemed to have no pain. He wanted to reply, “You’re the only one who treats me like a sick person anymore,” but Cheon Sejoo simply shook his head and cursed Shin Gyoyeon.

“He’s not the kind of person to come down.”

“Why? Is that old man also physically uncomfortable?”

“That bastard is mentally uncomfortable…”

Cheon Sejoo, who had answered without thinking, suddenly frowned and closed his mouth. He glanced at Sejin, smiling as if he had made a mistake. At his cool smile, Sejin’s cheeks flushed, and he picked up Cheon Sejoo’s toothbrush. Sejin squeezed a generous amount of mint chocolate toothpaste, which they had bought as a penalty from a bet, onto the brush and held it out to him.

“Say ‘ah’.”

“Ah.”

As he opened his mouth, Sejin began to brush Cheon Sejoo’s teeth. It was a somewhat amusing sight to see two grown men doing that, but neither the one doing it nor the one receiving it gave it much thought.

Cheon Sejoo had completely grown accustomed to Sejin’s care over the past two months. It was uncomfortable at first, but one day, Cheon Sejoo thought, ‘If I had a mother, would I have received this kind of care when I was little?’ and with the realization that Sejin was also his family, he began to accept Sejin’s actions as natural.

The fingers holding the toothbrush moved, cleaning every part of Cheon Sejoo’s mouth. Sejin then filled a cup with water to rinse his mouth and even washed his face. There was no need for a shower since they would be going for a walk later anyway.

“Close your eyes so I can put on lotion.”

“Okay.”

The man who obediently closed his eyes at his words was utterly adorable. Having rested from exercise for two months, he was a little softer, and not going to work for the organization had taken the harshness out of him. These days, Cheon Sejoo exuded the refreshing and cool aura of a handsome man, just like he had looked in his high school graduation album. Sejin, applying lotion to his face, couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

At that sweet kiss, Cheon Sejoo also smiled and offered his lips to Sejin. Peck, peck, the continuous kisses eventually turned into a deep kiss, and the two only snapped out of it just before they were about to strip each other’s underwear, both fully aroused.

Even though it was just going upstairs, Shin Gyoyeon’s temper was subtly irritating, so he had to change clothes. Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin with an annoyed face and said.

“Help me change. Into a suit.”

“Okay.”

Sejin nodded vigorously and took him to the dressing room. He took out a light summer suit and stripped off the T-shirt Cheon Sejoo was wearing. Swallowing hard, he picked up a shirt and went behind Cheon Sejoo.

Above the tattoo that always made Cheon Sejoo look sexy, his bowed spine formed a rounded shape. Sejin slightly bent down and lightly kissed it. At that kiss, Cheon Sejoo chuckled softly again. He turned to Sejin with a somewhat mischievous smile and said, as he buttoned his shirt,

“I want to kiss under you too.”

“…Don’t say things like that.”

Sejin’s face flushed, and he covered Cheon Sejoo’s mouth. However, unable to resist Cheon Sejoo’s eyes, which were crinkled in a smile, and his tongue licking his palm, Sejin eventually fled the dressing room.

While Sejin took the opportunity to prepare ingredients for tomorrow’s meal, Cheon Sejoo dressed himself. A shirt with one button undone, a tight suit that revealed his slender waist. Neat steps exposed beneath trousers that fell perfectly at the ankle. As he went out in unfamiliar clothing, he felt Sejin’s fixed gaze. It must have been unfamiliar for Sejin too, seeing him in a suit after a long time.

Cheon Sejoo ran a hand through his hair and approached him. He held Sejin, who was wearing an apron, around the waist, lightly kissed his lips, and asked.

“How’s my hair?”

“Handsome.”

“My hair is handsome?”

Cheon Sejoo chuckled, repeating Sejin’s reply, then patted Sejin’s buttocks and turned around. “I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving the kitchen and heading for the front door.

Feeling a subtle discomfort from the constricting suit, he called the elevator. As he reached the 43rd floor and rang the doorbell, he heard thudding sounds from inside, and soon someone opened the door.

A boy, a head shorter than Cheon Sejoo, stood there with a blank expression. It was Yoon Hee-soo.

“H-hello…”

According to Chae Beom-jun, Shin Gyoyeon doted on him. Recently, Chae Beom-jun had brought 5kg of Dokdo shrimp, and Shin Gyoyeon had apparently sent him on an errand to buy it directly because Yoon Hee-soo wanted to eat it. Cheon Sejoo had only half-believed that story, but seeing Yoon Hee-soo in person like this, he realized it was actually true.

A few months ago, when Shin Gyoyeon was away, Yoon Hee-soo had hurt his head, and Cheon Sejoo had escorted him to the hospital. At that time, Yoon Hee-soo had looked utterly miserable, and even later, when he went to catch Yoon Hee-soo after he had run away from Shin Gyoyeon, Yoon Hee-soo’s expression had been very dark.

But the current Yoon Hee-soo exuded an air of being loved. A small blush on his soft cheeks, a natural smile. He had heard that Shin Gyoyeon had broken both of Yoon Hee-soo’s ankles himself because he had run away, but was it possible to be this peaceful in such a situation? Yoon Hee-soo must not be sane either. Thinking so, Cheon Sejoo said hello to him.

“Where’s the Chairman?”

“In the study. Did the Chairman call for you?”

“Yes.”

When he nodded, Yoon Hee-soo stepped back, making way for him to enter. Cheon Sejoo took off his shoes at the entrance and followed Yoon Hee-soo inside. A single strand of hair, sticking up like an antenna, fluttered on the crown of his head, as if he had just rolled out of bed.

“Do you know where the study is?”

“I know.”

When they arrived in the living room, Yoon Hee-soo looked up at Cheon Sejoo and asked. When he nodded obediently, Yoon Hee-soo rolled his eyes and then bowed his head to Cheon Sejoo as he headed for the sofa where he had been lying.

“Goodbye…”

“I’m not leaving yet.”

When he frowned and said that at the sudden dismissal, Hee-soo stammered in reply. “No, later… I might not see you.” At his rambling additions, Cheon Sejoo chuckled, pulled down the strand of hair on his head, and headed for the study where Shin Gyoyeon was waiting.

Knocking, and as soon as he opened the door, his eyes met Shin Gyoyeon’s. Shin Gyoyeon, sitting in a study chair with his arms crossed, was glaring at the door with cold eyes devoid of even a hint of a smile. He seemed to be in a bad mood. Why was he acting like this? Cheon Sejoo cursed him inwardly and approached the desk, standing in front of it.

“Did you call for me?”

“…Yes.”

Shin Gyoyeon replied and then simply stared at Cheon Sejoo without adding anything more. Standing silently, facing his cold triple whites, was quite an ordeal. Feeling a slight headache coming on, he moved his body to change his posture, when Shin Gyoyeon finally opened his mouth.

“Do you usually smile that much?”

“Pardon?”

At the completely out-of-the-blue question, Cheon Sejoo unconsciously frowned. He immediately returned to his expressionless face after questioning him, but inside, all sorts of curses were exploding. What nonsense was he babbling about…?

“That young man must be having a hard time because of Chief Cheon.”

“…What did I do wrong?”

He had not expected to be called suddenly to hear such meaningless nonsense. Cheon Sejoo, unable to bear it, questioned him again, and Shin Gyoyeon turned his gaze away without replying. What the hell, damn it. Cheon Sejoo inwardly swallowed his irritation and put his hands behind his back. As he quietly stared at Shin Gyoyeon, implying he should speak quickly if he had anything to say, Shin Gyoyeon finally asked after a long while.

“How’s your body?”

“Not bad.”

“They say there are lingering aftereffects?”

“Yes.”

Cheon Sejoo quietly nodded in response. It was somewhat unfortunate. His vision had significantly deteriorated due to incomplete recovery of his optic nerve damage. He was wearing contact lenses now, but he had to wear glasses when living at home normally.

At that brief reply, Shin Gyoyeon uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on the desk. Tap, tap, he tapped the surface with his fingertips like someone pondering a decision, then asked Cheon Sejoo.

“What do you want to do?”

“…”

The intention of the question was not difficult to understand. Shin Gyoyeon was a psychopathic bastard with a terrible temper, but he was quite fond of his subordinates. In cases where there were significant changes in duties that could affect their lives, he would always summon the person concerned and ask for their opinion. Most people rarely refused, but if someone ultimately said no, he was the kind of person who would quietly accept that refusal.

He had thought that since his injury wasn’t severe, he would return to the enforcement team, but Shin Gyoyeon seemed to have a different idea. Cheon Sejoo instinctively knew that the moment of choice had come.

If he decided to quit here, Shin Gyoyeon would neatly remove him from the enforcement team. He would no longer have to stain his hands with blood, nor would he be constantly threatened with death, finally able to live a safe daily life with Sejin.

Cheon Sejoo recalled the guilt he had suppressed for a long time. The period when he extremely hated himself for harming others, becoming someone Hye-in would not have wanted him to be. Those days were over now, but the deal between Cheon Sejoo and Shin Gyoyeon was still valid. That was why he had endured the discomfort with Seon-hyeok and remained in the enforcement team.

Cheon Sejoo quietly looked down at the floor, then raised his head. Meeting Shin Gyoyeon’s indifferent gaze, he asked him.

“What do you think, Chairman? How far do you think I’ve gone?”

He had already made up his own mind. Although it had only been a few months, living a happy daily life with Sejin, Cheon Sejoo had felt many things. In exchange for revenge, Cheon Sejoo had suffered for too long. He had done enough. There was nothing more he needed to do. That was the answer Cheon Sejoo had found.

Shin Gyoyeon silently smiled at him, who had countered with a question. With only the corners of his lips tilted, he tapped the desk again as before. Tap, tap, the regular sound repeated several times, and Shin Gyoyeon replied.

“The bottom must not have been pleasant.”

That one sentence resonated strongly in his head. His throat tightened. Cheon Sejoo struggled to reply.

“…Yes.”

It meant he had experienced the worst. Cheon Sejoo lowered his head and clenched his teeth. He had never expected to hear such words from Shin Gyoyeon. He hadn’t known that Shin Gyoyeon was aware of his downfall.

“You were more useful than the price paid. You’ve worked hard.”

“…No, not at all.”

And at Shin Gyoyeon’s ensuing compliment, Cheon Sejoo felt his emotions rapidly cool. It felt like he was leaving a review saying he was cost-effective, making him want to punch him.

Cheon Sejoo exercised patience, clenching his hands tightly and shaking his head. Shin Gyoyeon stared at him, then smiled. With a mask of normalcy, he asked Cheon Sejoo.

“So, what do you plan to do now? You won’t just be a nanny, will you?”

Before Cheon Sejoo could even raise an eyebrow at the sudden choice of words, he continued, a smile playing on his lips.

“How about working under me?”

“…”

Cheon Sejoo’s expression is subtly distorted. He wondered what nonsense he was spouting to someone who had just quit. Shin Gyoyeon looked at his face and chuckled, then opened his mouth to elaborate.

“I plan to dismantle the organization once the succession is complete. It’s about time to stop this ridiculous gangster charade, don’t you think?”

“Pardon?”

He couldn’t understand what he was saying right away. For a man who seemed to fit gangster life more than anyone else to say such a thing.

“I plan to overhaul everything. What I want to do in the future is not to be a boss to stupid thugs who only know how to fight and fuck.”

A crooked smile played on Shin Gyoyeon’s lips. He chuckled, looked directly at Cheon Sejoo, and explained.

“I’m thinking of gathering smart people like you and growing DG into a more respectable corporation. In that process, we’ll have to cut out what needs to be cut out, and sever what needs to be severed. For that, I need people like you.”

Shin Gyoyeon’s words were shocking. It was tantamount to saying he would transform a gang-based company into a legitimate corporation, but would that be easily possible? Absolutely not.

DG operated many businesses in the shadows, and the flow of funds through them was too enormous to ignore. A plan to abandon all those illicit businesses and stand as a legitimate corporation was something that absolutely could not leak out. Because if the underground businesses were dismantled, all the organizational executives who would lose their positions would surely revolt.

The fact that he was telling him such important things meant that Shin Gyoyeon had no intention of letting him go after all. Cheon Sejoo let out a hollow laugh in disbelief. However, perhaps due to a love-hate relationship, he didn’t feel resentment towards Shin Gyoyeon. In a way, it was even a relief. He could protect Sejin richly and safely under him.

Shin Gyoyeon, having read a positive signal in Cheon Sejoo’s expression, no longer asked for his opinion and commanded.

“Come into the company. I’ll give you a year.”

“…Understood.”

“You can go.”

“…”

Cheon Sejoo considered saying goodbye, but instead, he simply bowed his head and left the study. Click, he closed the door, and a serene silence settled in the hallway.

He felt a little lighter than when he had left home. Perhaps it was because a burden had been lifted from his heart…

As he walked slowly back home, an unconscious smile played on his lips. He no longer had to do dangerous things. When he left home with a knife hidden in his pocket, following Shin Gyoyeon’s orders, he didn’t need to be on edge, worried he wouldn’t return to Sejin. He didn’t need to avoid contact with Sejin to hide his injuries. He didn’t need to spend hours in the bathroom because the smell of blood bothered him. Cheon Sejoo quickened his steps, eager to return to Sejin and share the news.

Arriving at the 41st floor, he removed his shoes without hesitation and opened the inner door. As he entered the hallway, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen. The scent of freshly cooked rice, and the bustling sounds of Sejin cooking, filled his ears. Cheon Sejoo took off his jacket, draped it over his arm, and continued walking. The closer he got to Sejin, the more his heart felt full.

Finally, standing at the end of the hallway, Cheon Sejoo took in their home at a glance.

Traces of their life together remained in the sun-drenched living room. A table with Sejin’s textbooks and a book Cheon Sejoo had left unfinished. On one wall, the bouquet he had given Sejin was beautifully dried and hung, and on the cabinet below the TV, there were photos of Kim Hyun-kyung and Cheon Hye-in, Sejin and Cheon Sejoo, and small souvenirs they had bought while traveling domestically.

On the dining table, where they always sat facing each other, two sets of side dishes and two pairs of chopsticks were neatly arranged, and there were exactly two rice bowls next to the rice cooker. Cheon Sejoo felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction knowing that one was for Kwon Sejin, and the other was for him.

It was as if he had finally found his way home after a long journey. Cheon Sejoo walked directly to Sejin and hugged him from behind. He deeply kissed his long, beautiful neck, and whispered the sentence that filled his heart.

At last, complete absolution.

<Outro: The End>