chapter 61-18+

Eun-jae gagged. "Are you listening to yourself? I've told you so many times—I am NOT interested in men. I'm not bending over for anyone, and I'm sure as hell not letting any man bend me over!"

Caesar leaned in closer, his voice dropping into something almost persuasive. "Sometimes, you have to set aside your dignity to get what you want."

Eun-jae shoved him back immediately, putting space between them. "NUH-UH. No way. No chance in hell. I am NOT spreading my legs for some old man!"

Caesar smirked, completely unfazed. "Who said anything about spreading your legs? You just need to distract him. A little charm, some teasing… get him to lower his guard."

Eun-jae scoffed. "Oh, so now I'm supposed to bat my eyelashes and giggle like a schoolgirl? What's next, you want me to twirl my hair and call him oppa?"

Caesar burst out laughing. "That would be hilarious, actually."

Eun-jae groaned loudly, running his hands down his face. "You do it then!"

Caesar held up his hands. "He's interested in you, not me."

"Of course he is," Eun-jae muttered bitterly. "Just my damn luck."

Caesar's smirk widened. "Think about it. If you play your cards right, you might just get all the information we need. And hey, if you really don't want to do it…" He shrugged. "I guess we'll just have to resort to that 'beating his ass' plan of yours and hope we survive."

"Dude, I'm still not doing that… come up with another plan. This bullshit ain't my line. Bro no fit handle this alat."

Eun-jae spat the words out like they burned his tongue. Without sparing Caesar another glance, he turned on his heel, the soft fwip of his jacket fabric the only sound accompanying his retreat. His shoulders were rigid, each step deliberate as he made his way toward the wall, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the sheer audacity he had just been subjected to.

Caesar, still lounging on Eun-jae's bed like he owned the place, didn't so much as blink. The dim golden hues of the room stretched long shadows across his figure, his sharp blue eyes tracking Eun-jae's every movement with an unreadable expression. Then, finally—

"Are you really concluding that it's nonsense…?"

His voice was smooth, deceptively calm, but laced with something deeper—something dangerous. There was amusement in his tone, but beneath that, something sharper lurked.

Eun-jae's footsteps faltered.

He knew that voice. That specific tone Caesar used when he was about to ruin someone's day—or worse, make them see reason through methods they wouldn't enjoy.

Before Eun-jae could respond, something small and cold sailed through the air toward him. His reflexes kicked in, and he caught it with one hand, fingers closing instinctively around the unfamiliar device.

A faint beep.

A soft glow flickered against his palm.

What the—

His heart jumped to his throat as he turned it over, eyes narrowing at the blinking red dot pulsing steadily against the dim screen.

A tracker.

He exhaled sharply, feeling a chill crawl up his spine. The longer he stared at it, the more uneasy he became. This wasn't just a simple location marker—it was showing movement. A small, eerie red dot navigating the digital corridors mapped on the screen.

His stomach twisted.

Someone was lurking.

Near his room.

Multiple times.

"What… This is… a tracker?" His voice came out lower than he intended, almost breathless. His grip on the device tightened.

A tense silence settled between them, thick and suffocating. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, the kind that made his skin prickle with unease.

Then Caesar finally spoke, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade.

"Then tell me…"

The words carried an edge of quiet amusement, laced with something far more unsettling.

"Who's been messing around outside your room every now and then?"

Eun-jae's breath stilled.

A creeping sense of dread coiled at the base of his spine. His mind raced through possibilities, but none of them sat well with him.

His pulse quickened.

How the hell had Caesar even managed to plant a tracker on Alexei? When had he done it? Where? Had he been that careless, or was Caesar just that absurdly good at what he did?

Eun-jae gritted his teeth.

"It still doesn't matter. I ain't doing shit."

He forced the words out, pushing past the paranoia clawing at his ribs. His pride, his dignity, was at stake here. No way was he entertaining this madness.

Caesar just sighed, shaking his head, exasperated but clearly entertained.

"You know…"

His tone was casual, but there was something calculated in the way he slowly pushed himself up from the bed, closing the distance between them in a way that felt both effortless and deliberate.

Eun-jae felt the change in atmosphere before he fully processed it.

A smirk played on Caesar's lips, sharp and knowing. He leaned in—not too close, but close enough that Eun-jae felt the warmth of his breath ghosting over his skin. Close enough that a single misstep would make the air between them dangerous.

His voice dipped lower, smooth as velvet and just as deceptive.

"Men are simple creatures."

His icy blue eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

"The moment someone else wants what they have… they suddenly realize how much they want to keep it."

The words sent an involuntary shiver down Eun-jae's spine.

His body instinctively tensed, muscles coiling like a spring, every fiber of his being on high alert.

He swallowed.

That tone. That stupid, smug, dangerously persuasive tone Caesar always used when he was absolutely certain he had the upper hand. It made Eun-jae's skin itch, made his stomach twist in ways he hated.

He took a step back.

"Wha—"

His voice caught in his throat. He tilted his head up slightly, meeting Caesar's gaze head-on.

And shit, he hated how piercing those blue eyes were. How they pinned him in place, like they saw straight through him. Like he was a game piece already moving exactly where Caesar wanted.

No. Absolutely not.

Then there was a sharp knock on the door.

It echoed through the dimly lit room, snapping Eun-Jae out of the dazed haze that had settled over him. His breath hitched as he glanced toward the door, his muscles tensing involuntarily. He could hear Alexei's voice on the other side—calm yet laced with concern.

"Mr. Bitgaram, are you okay? Are you asleep?" Alexei called out.

Eun-Jae opened his mouth to respond, but before he could move toward the door, a firm grip yanked him back. His body collided against the cold wall with a sharp thud.

"Ugh!" he gasped, a sharp pain jolting through his back. His vision blurred momentarily before clearing, only to find Caesar stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with something dark and unreadable.

"What the hell—" Eun-Jae started, but his voice faltered as Caesar's hands found his waist, pulling him forward, closer than he ever wanted to be. His breath hitched, and his body stiffened at the overwhelming presence invading his space. The scent of Caesar's cologne mixed with something distinctly predatory filled his senses, making his pulse race wildly.

"Let go, asshole," Eun-Jae hissed, pressing his hands against Caesar's chest, trying to shove him back, but Caesar didn't budge. Instead, he smirked, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he reached down, unzipping Eun-Jae's pants.

Eun-Jae's breath stilled.

His mind screamed at him to move, to fight, but his body was betraying him, reacting to the uninvited touch in ways he couldn't control. Panic flared in his chest as he grasped Caesar's wrist, trying to pry him off.

"What the fuck do you think you're—ngh!" A strangled moan tore from his throat as Caesar's fingers wrapped around his girth, stroking with slow, calculated movements.

Heat pooled in Eun-Jae's stomach, shame burning hot beneath his skin. His breathing grew ragged, his heart pounding erratically against his ribs as he struggled to suppress the whimper threatening to spill from his lips.

"G-Get your hand off—ngh—my… ngh… you fucking perv—ahh!"

Caesar chuckled, his grip tightening around Eun-Jae's throbbing girth as he continued his movements, his strokes unrelenting, his pace measured, teasing.

Eun-Jae clenched his teeth, his body trembling, torn between the urge to resist and the unbearable pleasure creeping up his spine. His fingers curled into Caesar's shirt, weakly pushing, but it was useless.

Another knock on the door.

Eun-Jae's eyes snapped open. His dazed mind barely registered the sound over the thudding of his own heartbeat. He had to stop this. He had to regain control. He willed his limbs to move, to shove Caesar away, but before he could, Caesar's other hand grabbed his ass, pulling him flush against him.

A sharp gasp left his lips as he felt it—Caesar's arousal pressing against him through the fabric of their clothes. A deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated through Caesar's chest as he rolled his hips forward, grinding his own rigid girth against Eun-Jae's. The friction sent shivers down Eun-Jae's spine, his thighs clenching involuntarily.

"Ngh… st—" Eun-Jae moaned, his body arching instinctively before he could stop himself. His face flushed with humiliation. No, no, this wasn't—

His thoughts scattered as Caesar suddenly grabbed his face, tilting it up. For a moment, Eun-Jae thought he was about to be kissed. His breath hitched, his lips parting slightly in reflex, but instead, he felt the warm, wet heat of Caesar's tongue dragging along his cheek before trailing down to his neck.

"Aah… ngh…" Eun-Jae shuddered, his skin prickling with sensation.

He hated this. He hated how his body was reacting. He hated how he couldn't stop the traitorous sounds spilling from his lips. His girth throbbed painfully in Caesar's grasp, and the pleasure coiling in his core was becoming unbearable.

"Stop… stop… ngh…" his voice wavered, growing weaker with each passing second.

Caesar's smirk deepened as he tightened his hold on the back of Eun-Jae's neck, forcing their bodies closer together. His thrusts against him grew rougher, more demanding, the friction sending electric shocks through Eun-Jae's nerves.

Eun-Jae gasped, his fingers scrambling for anything to hold onto, but in his frantic movements, he accidentally knocked over a vase. The shattering sound barely registered in his mind, his entire world narrowing down to the heat of Caesar's body, the pressure, the overwhelming intensity of it all.

His breathing grew shallow, his body trembling violently. He was close—too close.

"No… ngh… I can't… ngh… hhaah—"

And then, his body gave in.

His release hit him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing against Caesar, his moans swallowed by the fabric of Caesar's shoulder as he slumped forward, panting heavily. His entire frame shook, his muscles weak, drained.

Caesar smirked, his fingers lazily trailing along Eun-Jae's back before gripping his chin, forcing their gazes to meet.

"Looks like you enjoyed that more than you wanted to," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

Eun-Jae's face burned with humiliation, his breaths still uneven, his body betraying him even now. He wanted to say something, anything, but no words came. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and his heart continued to race in his chest.

Another knock.

"Mr. Bitgaram?" Alexei's voice came again, firmer this time.

Eun-Jae barely had the strength to respond, his body still trembling against Caesar's.

He felt utterly wrecked.