Chapter 40
After a few more intense moments of kissing, Gyeongjae finally pulled back, his chest heaving as Yeonho panted heavily, scrambling to catch his breath.
The sheer, unadulterated tension humming between them as they locked eyes was entirely undeniable.
Gyeongjae gently traced a thumb along Yeonho's flushed cheek. His mind flashed back to the night they had first slept together, but this time was entirely different—he wasn't drugged, and his senses weren't clouded by a chemical haze. Every sensation, every touch felt incredibly sharp and real.
Releasing his grip on Yeonho's back, he reached up to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind his ear. Yeonho simply offered a wicked, knowing smile before surging forward to pull Gyeongjae back into a deep kiss.
Gyeongjae didn't even think about flinching away, completely matching his aggressiveness.
The surge of emotion felt entirely foreign to Gyeongjae, but he quickly melted right into it.
For a split second, Hana's face flickered across his subconscious, but the memory was instantly burned away by Yeonho's consuming presence.
They kept at it for several seconds before Gyeongjae reluctantly broke the contact again.
"We can't do this," Gyeongjae muttered, his dark eyes burning into Yeonho's.
"Why? Because of Hana?"
"No. Because you're sick."
Hearing that, Yeonho's cocky, triumphant smile widened more than ever. Gyeongjae paused at Yeonho's gaze but stubbornly refused to let him go. He was rapidly growing accustomed to this dynamic, realizing that Yeonho's shamelessness didn't actually bother him the way it used to.
"You know I'm literally standing right here, right?"Min-Hyuk's smooth voice instantly shattered the bubble.
Both of them snapped their heads toward the doorway as Min-hyuk casually walk over to the edge of the bed.
"You two are getting so into it that you completely forgot I'm in the room," Min-Hyuk said, looking down at them.
To Yeonho's utter surprise, Gyeongjae didn't push him off his lap. Instead, his grip tightened, deliberately pulling Yeonho closer against his waist. Min-Hyuk caught the possessive gesture and simply shook his head with a dry laugh.
"This is funny. When I almost kissed Yeonho back at the park, you lost your mind and called it disgusting."
"Shut up," Gyeongjae hissed, leveling a murderous glare at him.
"Whoa. Why the aggressive look? What did I even do?" Min-Hyuk laughed softly, casually seating himself on the edge of the bed, his sharp eyes locked onto Yeonho.
"Isn't this technically cheating? We're both dating Hana, yet here you are, completely making out with her twin brother."
Yeonho raised an eyebrow, looking at Min-Hyuk with pure, unfiltered judgment.
"You're one to talk. If I remember correctly, you didn't exactly push me away at the park either. You obviously wanted to kiss me, duh."
With a smooth movement, Yeonho rested his head heavily against Gyeongjae's shoulder, keeping his teasing gaze pinned on Min-Hyuk.
"Besides, Gyeongjae actually helped me out tonight. I'm not pissed at him anymore, so I'm just giving him his reward. Right, Gyeongjae?"
He lifted his head to look up at the heir's face, but Gyeongjae remained entirely silent, his jaw tight.
The lack of denial sent a strange wave of discomfort through Min-Hyuk. He shifted his attention to Gyeongjae, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious.
"Is that how it is?" Min-Hyuk pressed, watching Yeonho give a slow nod.
"Do you even care about Hana anymore? What's your play here, Gyeongjae? If you find him that entertaining, don't you think it's better if you just back away from Hana entirely? It'd give me less competition."
Suddenly, Gyeongjae's hand moved quickly, violently gripping Min-Hyuk's collar, even with Yeonho still straddling his lap.
"Hey! Stop it! Don't you dare start a fistfight on my bed, damn it," Yeonho snapped, instantly clamping his hand over Gyeongjae's wrist.
He was annoyed at Min-Hyuk for ruining the mood by dragging Hana into the conversation out of nowhere. The vibe had been perfect, and now it was turning entirely sour.
If Gyeongjae got provoked any further, all the seductive progress Yeonho had made tonight would fly completely out the window.
"Why the hell are you even bringing up Hana?" Yeonho spat, looking at Min-Hyuk.
"She's not here, and this is my place. If you want her so bad, go hunt that bitch down yourself."
"Choi Yeonho, watch your mouth," Gyeongjae warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous register.
"Don't you dare order me around," Yeonho whispered back, his striking blue eyes flashing with an icy authority that demanded submission.
Gyeongjae stared at him for a beat before his gaze actually flickered away, his jaw clenching tightly as he suppressed his temper.
'No way… this reaction is insane. He's actually submitting to me…'
Yeonho internally wanted to cackle like a pure villain.
Gyeongjae was behaving entirely differently under his touch. Min-Hyuk watched the exchange in utter fascination—the arrogant Gyeongjae was actually reining himself in because of a single look from Yeonho.
It made him wildly curious about how Yeonho had managed to domesticate Gyeongjae so quickly.
Shaking off the distraction, Yeonho locked his focus back to Min-Hyuk.
"So what's your actual problem? Why are you still lingering here?"
"I want to know what Hana is hiding,"Min-Hyuk stated plainly.
Hearing the words, Yeonho let out a heavy, dramatic sigh. Gyeongjae opened his mouth to intervene, but ultimately chose to stay silent, watching Yeonho's next move.
"Fine. But let me take a shower first—"
Yeonho started to shift his weight to stand up, but Gyeongjae's strong arms instantly locked around his waist, pinning him firmly back down onto his lap.
"We're not done yet," Gyeongjae rumbled, his grip unwavering.
A victorious smirk tugged at the corners of Yeonho's lips at Gyeongjae's relentless appetite. If Gyeongjae was going to demand it, maybe it was time to give him a taste of an actual reward.
"Silly me. You poor, impatient guy," Yeonho cooed, his voice dropping into a thoroughly seductive purr.
"Let me help you relieve some of that tension."
Completely ignoring Min-Hyuk's stunned presence, Yeonho leaned down between Gyeongjae's thighs, his agile fingers instantly tugging the zipper of his jeans down.
Min-Hyuk went entirely stiff, his eyes widening in sheer shock as he watched the scene unfold right in front of him.
"Hey! What the hell? Don't tell me you're actually—"
"Shut the fuck up," Gyeongjae growled, glaring fiercely at Min-hyuk.
"Hahaha, this is hilarious," Yeonho giggled softly.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he freed Gyeongjae's thick, fully hardened cock from his underwear and wrapped his lips around the head, swallowing the entire length down into his throat with a forceful, practiced movement.
Gyeongjae let out a low, guttural groan, his head snapping back as his fingers instantly tangled into Yeonho's blonde hair to guide the frantic motion.
Min-Hyuk reflexively jerked his gaze away at first, his brain scrambling as he watched one guy thoroughly pleasure another right in front of him.
But the raw, carnal sounds filling the bedroom drew his eyes right back.
He watched as Yeonho's long eyelashes fluttered frantically, his cheeks flushing a deep scarlet as his throat visibly constricted around the thick shaft, choking slightly on the depth.
"This is insane," Min-Hyuk muttered, his voice thick with disbelief.
"I never would've pinned you for the type to do this with another guy, Gyeongjae."
"I don't," Gyeongjae panted out, his hips twitching upward into Yeonho's mouth as his thumb rubbed aggressively against Yeonho's temple.
"I'm only doing this because it's him.… fuck! Slow down, will you? I'm not going anywhere."
Yeonho completely ignored the command, taking the massive length even deeper, his wet, rhythmic suction driving Gyeongjae straight toward the edge.
"Hmm. Is this the kind of filth you get up to when Hana isn't looking?" Min-Hyuk muttered, his bitter tone instantly slicing through the sexual tension.
Finally entirely fed up with the commentary, Yeonho abruptly pulled his mouth away from Gyeongjae's cock.
He wiped a streak of saliva from his wet lips with the back of his hand, aggressively pivoting his body to lunged straight into Min-Hyuk's face.
"You need learn how to shut up," Yeonho whispered dangerously.
Before Min-Hyuk could even process the threat, Yeonho fisted his hands into Min-Hyuk's vibrant red hair and slammed his lips down onto his in a punishing, aggressive kiss.
He forcefully shoved Min-Hyuk backward onto the pillows, instantly sitting on his lap and leaving a frustrated Gyeongjae exposed behind him.
As their tongues clashed, Min-Hyuk's hands reflexively flew up, his fingers clamping tightly around Yeonho's slim waist.
He was completely blindsided by the assault, but as the kiss deepened, a wave of heat surged through him—kissing Yeonho felt unbelievably good. He had kissed countless women before, but he had locked his desires down the moment he fell for Hana.
Yet Yeonho was an entirely different beast, commanding the rhythm with a filthy, addictive expertise.
Yeonho abruptly broke the kiss, tossing his head back as Gyeongjae and Min-Hyuk both watched him with heavy, ragged breathing.
Reaching over to the nightstand, Yeonho snatched his phone and swiped it open.
"You wanted to know what your precious Hana is hiding so bad, right?" Yeonho sneered, a wicked glint in his eye.
"Look at this and see exactly how your sweet, innocent little girl thoroughly drugged my poor Gyeongjae."
Gyeongjae paused at the wording, the phrase 'My poor Gyeongjae' sending a sudden surge of heat straight to his groin. He was turned on.
Yeonho tapped the screen, aggressively shoving the display right into Min-Hyuk's face.
Min-Hyuk gripped the phone, his focus locking entirely onto the high-definition playback.
"What…? Hana?" Min-Hyuk's voice faltered, his eyes scanning the footage in absolute denial. That couldn't be her. The pure, angelic Hana would never stoop to this level—yet the undeniable video evidence was staring him right in the face.
The girl they were both fighting over had literally poisoned Gyeongjae.
From behind, Gyeongjae reached out, his large hand cupping the back of Yeonho's neck to forcefully pull his head back.
Knowing full well that Gyeongjae was still riding a desperate to high, Yeonho easily spun around to accommodate him.
"You're incredibly impatient…" Yeonho murmured.
They completely blocked out Min-Hyuk's existence as Gyeongjae pulled Yeonho into a series of deep, messy kisses.
Wasting no time, Yeonho dropped back down between the heir's thighs, wrapping his wet mouth right back around Gyeongjae's leaking length.
Yeonho didn't care about the sheer chaos unfolding on the mattress.
Having both primary male leads trapped in his bedroom was an absolute masterpiece of a situation. Min-Hyuk could suffer through his existential crisis over the video all he wanted—the psychological damage only served his timeline.
Besides, Min-Hyuk was a man driven entirely by physical touch and validation; dropping him into this hyper-sexual, confusing environment was the perfect way to fracture his loyalty to Hana.
After the video concluded, Min-Hyuk stared blankly at the dark screen, his entire world tilting in disappointment.
He was only snapped back to reality by the sound of a sharp, erotic moan tearing from Yeonho's throat.
Min-Hyuk flicked his eyes up, finding Yeonho sitting flush on Gyeongjae's lap once again.
Yeonho was completely topless now, his chest glistening as Gyeongjae aggressively sucked and bit at the sensitive skin of his neck and shoulder.
"Gyeongjae-ah… Nhngh…"
Yeonho gasped out, his voice thick with lust. Gyeongjae slid his lips lower, pinning Yeonho's pale nipple between his teeth and delivering a sharp, sudden bite.
"Ungh! That hurts!" Yeonho cried out, a sudden tear pricking the corner of his eye from the raw sting.
Min-Hyuk instantly bolted upright, an impulse of pure concern overriding his shock.
He lunged forward, his hand moving to grab Gyeongjae's shoulder to rip him away.
"Hey! He said it hurts! Don't you think you should back the hell off—!"
He cut himself off the moment his eyes met Yeonho's. Yeonho was looking right at him over Gyeongjae's shoulder, a thoroughly amused, mocking smirk plastered across his face.
"What?" Yeonho taunted softly as Gyeongjae slowed his pace, lifting his head to trail soft, placating kisses along Yeonho's jawline.
"Yeonho…" Gyeongjae whispered against his skin, his lips moving down to claim his collarbone.
Yeonho kept his icy blue eyes locked entirely on Min-Hyuk, observing the internal war.
"Hahaha, look at your face. You look completely lost."
"This is entirely wrong…" Min-Hyuk muttered, shaking his head as if he could clear the fog.
"Oh, it absolutely is," Yeonho countered, his tone dripping with temptation.
As their gazes remained locked, Min-Hyuk's eyes helplessly dropped down to Yeonho's swollen, shining lips, the phantom sensation of their brief kiss rushing back to drive him insane.
"Come here, Min-Hyuk. Forget about Hana for tonight," Yeonho urged, his voice an irresistible command.
Exactly as Yeonho predicted, Min-Hyuk's resolve shattered. Min-Hyuk leaned across the sheets, crashing his lips back onto Yeonho's in a desperate attempt to forget the video, while Gyeongjae remained entirely occupied mapping out the lines of Yeonho's pale, shivering body.
Yeonho felt an overwhelming wave of pure victory. Hana had absolutely no idea that both of her prized targets were currently tangled up in his hands.
Even if their hearts weren't fully his yet,Yeonho knew exactly how to exploit their physical desires to tear down their loyalty.
Breaking the kiss to draw a ragged breath, Yeonho noticed Min-Hyuk was flushed, his breathing incredibly heavy, completely hooked, refusing to break away for long before diving back in.
"Isn't this fun?" Yeonho breathless joked.
"You boys can always crawl over here whenever Hana decides to ignore you."
Both men paused, their eyes locking onto him simultaneously.
"What? Do you have something to say?"
Neither of them uttered a word, their minds scrambled—especially Gyeongjae.
Min-Hyuk was a person of physical comfort, so surrendering to the distraction after the crushing revelation of Hana's betrayal felt like an easy escape for him.
The heavy silence in the bedroom was an absolute confirmation, and Yeonho loved every second of it.
Both male leads had completely forgotten about their perfect heroine, trapped under Yeonho's influence.
"Now come here… let me give you exactly what you want."
Slowly, Yeonho sank back onto the plush pillows, drawing them down with him.
Gyeongjae immediately followed him down, and after a split second of hesitation, Min-Hyuk crawled over, desperate to lose himself in the heat and erase the memory of the video.
But just as the atmosphere reached an explosive, chaotic peak, a massive, incredibly loud growl tore directly from Yeonho's stomach, echoing sharply through the quiet room.
The entire momentum vanished instantly. Both men froze dead in their tracks, hovering directly over his body.
"What the hell was that?" Gyeongjae asked, blinking in disorientation.
"That was definitely his stomach," Min-Hyuk replied, a look of sheer amusement instantly breaking through his serious expression.
Yeonho blinked up at the two men above him, his face burning with a mortified flush as his traitorous stomach let out another long, pathetic rumble.
"Damn it… tsk!" Yeonho cursed, rolling his eyes back in utter annoyance.
Gyeongjae let out a ragged sigh, shifting his weight off the bed to pull up his zipper. He fished his smartphone out of his jeans pocket, speed-dialing the front desk and waiting less than a second for the manager to pick up.
"Send up a massive spread of food immediately. Private suite, top floor. Move it," Gyeongjae commanded before slamming the phone down.
Min-Hyuk fell back onto the mattress, letting out a loud chuckle.
"Next time you try to initiate an intense
three-way, maybe make sure your stomach isn't roaring like a dying beast first."
Yeonho couldn't even muster a comeback.
He was embarrassed and frustrated.
He had been a hair's breadth away from completely bringing both male leads in his bed, and his own stomach had ruined it.
Defeated, Yeonho marched into the bathroom to take a long, hot shower to wash off the sweat.
Downstairs, Gyeongjae used the secondary guest bathroom to clean up, the sticky feeling from the aborted session.
Min-Hyuk remained in the main living room, lounging on the sofa while scrolling through his phone in silence.
When Yeonho was done, he was dressed in a pair of fluid, premium silk pajamas and shorts. Inspecting his reflection in the mirror and ensuring his pale complexion had stabilized, he descended the stairs.
Gyeongjae was already waiting in the living room, and a team of discreet hotel staff had just finished laying out an extravagant array of gourmet dishes across the dining table.
The three of them gathered around the table in an odd, lingering silence. Yeonho aggressively devoured his dinner, entirely unbothered by the fact that both Gyeongjae and Min-Hyuk were quietly tracking his every bite.
By the time he finished, Yeonho officially decided to cancel his broadcast for the night.
Re-applying the heavy streaming disguise and setting up the software would take hours, and his body was ready to collapse into a deep sleep.
Min-Hyuk finally prepared to leave, but not before exchanging his private number and personal chat ID with Yeonho.
Before Min-hyuk stepped through the door, Yeonho leveled a sharp warning about keeping his identity a secret.
Min-Hyuk simply offered a smooth nod—it wasn't in his interest for Yeonho to get exposed and swarmed by people anyway.
As for Gyeongjae, he made absolutely no move to leave the suite. Yeonho didn't have the energy to argue, though he was still reeling from the Gyeongjaes incredibly bizarre, protective behavior.
Back in the master bedroom, Yeonho collapsed onto the massive bed, operating under the assumption that Gyeongjae had eventually gone downstairs to sleep in one of the guest rooms or actually leave.
After posting a quick update to his streaming community announcing that the live session was pushed to the next night, his eyelids grew impossibly heavy, and he drifted off into a deep sleep by 11:00 PM.
A little while later, the bedroom door clicked open. Gyeongjae stepped silently into the dim room, his eyes locking onto Yeonho's sleeping form.
Yeonho looked entirely peaceful and harmless in his sleep—almost angelic with his long hair fanned across the silk pillows.
Gyeongjae walked over and sank quietly onto the edge of the mattress, his fingers lightly tracing the soft contours of Yeonho's face.
His mind wandered back to the violent confrontation at the park, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
Everyone in their circle believed Hana was the innocent victim being relentlessly targeted by Yeonho, but ever since their first encounter, Gyeongjae hadn't been able to push Yeonho out of his mind.
Yeonho had made it clear he doesn't need pity, but Gyeongjae couldn't stop the protective urge tightening in his chest.
And it wasn't just a sense of duty messing with his head—he was completely captivated by him.
Sliding under the heavy blanket, Gyeongjae laid down right beside him.
Sensing the sudden, radiating warmth of Gyeongjae's large frame, the deeply asleep Yeonho instinctively shifted closer, wrapping his arms around Gyeongjae's chest and snuggling his face securely into the crook of his neck.
Gyeongjae didn't hesitate and pulled the Yeonho flush against his chest, wrapping his strong arms securely around Yeonho's waist.
As the messy thoughts of the evening finally quieted down, Gyeongjae melted into the comforting, genuine warmth of Yeonho's body.
It felt incredibly good...
Letting out a long yawn as his eyes grew heavy, Gyeongjae finally surrendered to the exhaustion and fell asleep.
That quiet night marked a good shift between them, both of them wrapped securely in each other's arms, entirely oblivious to the absolute storm awaiting them the next morning.
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