chapter 81 18+

Eun-jae lay there for a long minute, face buried in the pillow, groaning into the expensive fabric. "I need to shut the hell up," he muttered. "Like immediately. Starting now. I'm done. Retired. No more."

But deep down… he knew the conversation wasn't over.

Because Caesar? Caesar never let anything slide.

And now Eun-jae had just handed him premium teasing ammo for life.

The sound of the shower running stopped.

Eun-jae, already curled up under the covers like a dramatic little burrito, groaned softly into the sheets. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep, he'll just go away and stop ruining my brain chemistry. Wishful thinking.

The bathroom door creaked open a moment later, a puff of steam escaping like Caesar was emerging from the pits of Mount Hot-and-Bothered. He stepped into the room wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, water still clinging to his chest and trailing in little glistening rivers down his abs.

Eun-jae peeked with one eye, instantly regretted it, and then squinted harder like he was personally offended by how annoyingly attractive Caesar was. "You know," he muttered, voice muffled under the covers, "some people wear clothes after a shower. It's a thing. A social norm. You might wanna try it sometime."

Caesar smirked, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. "You've seen me naked. More than once."

"Unfortunately," Eun-jae huffed.

He shifted under the blankets, trying to hide the way his face was heating up. But Caesar noticed. Of course he did. The man had radar for weakness, like a wolf sniffing out the slightest crack in a façade.

"About earlier…" Caesar began, walking slowly toward the bed like he had all the time in the world. "You seemed… curious."

Eun-jae blinked up at him, pretending not to understand. "Curious about what? Why you're so insufferable? Or why you smell like sin and bad decisions?"

Caesar chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He leaned in, elbows resting on his knees, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You asked if I'd had injections. Down there."

Eun-jae stared at him like he just admitted to eating babies.

"Right. That." He coughed, gaze darting to the side. "You still remember that? I was clearly drunk. Or brain-damaged. Or both."

"It's all natural," Caesar said with a grin, voice like silk. "No injections. No experiments. Just good genes, I suppose."

Eun-jae gave him the most judgmental look in the history of mankind. Like, are you serious right now?

"…So you're telling me," Eun-jae started slowly, voice laced with suspicion, "that monstrosity is just… naturally that size? That wasn't a lab accident? You weren't struck by radioactive hormones?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Nope. 100% organic."

Eun-jae went still. His eyes widened a little. And then came the delayed horror.

"Wait…" he said, his voice dropping into a haunted whisper, "…so that thing was inside me?"

The flash of memory hit like a truck. Their first week together—when Caesar's touches had blurred the lines between fear, pleasure, and total emotional confusion. When Eun-jae had felt stretched, overwhelmed, and completely wrecked in every sense of the word.

His face turned a bright, traitorous shade of red.

Caesar saw it immediately.

"You're blushing," he said, a wicked smile curling on his lips. "Are you okay?"

"None of your business," Eun-jae snapped, burying himself under the covers like a turtle retreating into its shell. "Don't look at me. Don't talk to me. I don't exist."

Caesar tilted his head, amused. "I thought you said I was the psychopath. But now you're hiding from my very natural anatomy like it personally offended you."

"Because it did!" came the muffled shout from under the blankets. "That thing is a war crime!"

"You didn't seem to mind it that much the other night," Caesar murmured.

Eun-jae popped his head out like an angry gremlin. "Excuse me?! I absolutely minded! I was traumatized! I still can't sit right on some chairs!"

That sent Caesar into another laughing fit. His shoulders shook with amusement, and he actually had to place a hand over his mouth like Eun-jae had said the most unhinged thing he'd ever heard—which, to be fair, he probably had.

"You're unbelievable," Caesar said finally, wiping imaginary tears. "I genuinely don't know if I want to strangle you or kiss you."

Eun-jae rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't fly out of his skull. "Kiss me and I'll bite your tongue off."

"You promise?" Caesar asked, voice dropping a shade lower.

Eun-jae groaned and flopped dramatically onto the bed again, pulling the covers over his entire face. "I swear to God, if you don't leave this room right now, I will choke myself with this blanket just to spite you."

"I'll leave," Caesar said, rising from the bed with that slow, predatory grace. "But you'll still be thinking about me."

Eun-jae peeked out, just enough to glare. "Unfortunately. That's what trauma does."

Caesar only winked, walking off with the towel still hanging low.

And when the door clicked shut behind him, Eun-jae let out a long, exhausted sigh.

"…Why is he like that?" he muttered to himself, staring at the ceiling. "And why is my life like this?"

But deep down… he wasn't just flustered.

He was curious.

And maybe just a little too affected.

The room was dim, moonlight spilling through the cracked blinds, casting silver streaks across Eun-jae's sleeping form. He was sprawled across the bed, one thick, muscled leg dangling off the edge, his bare foot brushing the cold floor. His broad chest rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. Drool pooled at the corner of his parted lips, dribbling onto the pillow as soft snores rumbled from his throat. His dark hair was a mess, splayed across his forehead, and his face—rugged, chiseled, with a shadow of stubble—looked peaceful, utterly unaware of the predator lurking nearby.

Caesar stood in the doorway, his hulking frame filling the space, eyes locked on Eun-jae's vulnerable body. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, the fabric straining against the throbbing bulge of his cock, already hard and pulsing with need. His gaze raked over Eun-jae's form—the way his muscles flexed even in sleep, the curve of his biceps, the taut lines of his abs barely hidden by the loose pajama shirt. Caesar's breath hitched, a low, hungry chuckle escaping his lips. "Fuck, Eun-jae," he muttered under his breath, palming himself through the thin fabric, his dick twitching at the sight of the oblivious man.

He moved silently, his bare feet padding across the floor. Eun-jae was a deep sleeper, dead to the world, and Caesar knew it. The thought made his grin widen, a wicked glint in his eyes as he approached the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he climbed on, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving Eun-jae's face. No reaction—not a twitch, not a stir. Just that soft, rhythmic snoring, the drool glistening in the moonlight.

Caesar's hands moved first to Eun-jae's shirt, fingers curling around the hem. He tugged it up slowly, exposing the hard planes of Eun-jae's stomach, then higher, revealing the glint of metal on his pierced nipples. The silver barbells caught the light, nestled against the firm, defined pecs, and Caesar's breath caught in his throat. "Goddamn, Eun-jae," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to trace the edge of one piercing, tasting the cool metal and the warm, salty skin beneath. His lips closed around the nipple, sucking lightly, while his fingers grazed the other, rubbing the barbell in slow, teasing circles.

Eun-jae stirred faintly, a low groan rumbling in his chest, but his eyes stayed shut, his breathing heavy. His head lolled to the side, drool trailing down his chin, completely lost in the depths of sleep. Caesar smirked against his skin, his tongue swirling harder, flicking the piercing until the nipple stiffened under his touch. "Fuck, you're so goddamn perfect," he murmured, his voice barely audible, laced with a reverent edge as he said Eun-jae's name like a prayer.

His hands drifted lower, hooking into the waistband of Eun-jae's pajama pants. With a slow, deliberate tug, he pulled them down, the fabric sliding over the curve of Eun-jae's muscled thighs, revealing the firm, rounded globes of his ass. Caesar's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he saw the faint glisten between Eun-jae's cheeks. The man's hole was already slick, wet and inviting, as if his body had been waiting for this violation even in sleep. Caesar let out a soft, wicked chuckle, his fingers brushing lightly over the damp skin, testing the give. "Fuckin' hell, Eun-jae, you're ready for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

He shifted, pulling Eun-jae's sleeping body closer, one hand gripping the man's hip to steady him. Eun-jae's leg slid further off the bed, his body limp and pliable, muscles relaxed in his unconscious state. Caesar freed his own cock from his pajamas, the thick, veined length springing free, already leaking at the tip. He pressed it against Eun-jae's slick entrance, rubbing the head in slow, torturous circles, coating himself in the man's wetness. The squelching sound was faint but obscene, filling the quiet room as Caesar's breath grew ragged. "Eun-jae," he groaned softly, his eyes half-lidded, fixed on the point where their bodies met.

He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped him. Eun-jae's body yielded easily, his hole stretching to accommodate Caesar's girth, but a low, sleepy groan escaped his lips. "Nghh…" The sound was soft, almost pained, but Eun-jae didn't wake, his face twitching faintly, brows furrowing in his sleep. His lips parted wider, another trail of drool spilling out as his body rocked gently with Caesar's careful thrust.

Caesar's hands gripped Eun-jae's hips, holding him steady as he moved, each thrust deliberate, slow, designed to keep the sleeping man unaware. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder, rhythmic, as Caesar's cock slid in and out, the slickness making every movement smooth and filthy. "Fuck, Eun-jae," Caesar moaned, his voice low and guttural, his hips rolling with restrained hunger. "You feel so goddamn good, takin' me like this." His eyes were glued to Eun-jae's face, watching for every twitch, every unconscious reaction.

Eun-jae's groans grew more frequent, soft and breathy, interspersed with faint moans that sent a jolt straight to Caesar's core. "Mmh… nghh…" His face was a picture of oblivious pleasure—cheeks flushed, mouth slack, eyes fluttering beneath closed lids as his body responded instinctively. His pierced nipples were hard, glistening with Caesar's saliva, and his cock, half-hard against his thigh, twitched faintly with each slow thrust. The sight drove Caesar wild, his moans of Eun-jae's name growing louder, more desperate. "Eun-jae… fuck, Eun-jae," he gasped, his fingers digging into the man's hips, leaving faint red marks on the tanned skin.

The bed creaked softly, the mattress shifting as Caesar's pace quickened just a fraction, still careful, still controlled. The squelching grew wetter, more pronounced, a lewd symphony that mingled with Eun-jae's sleepy moans and Caesar's ragged breaths. Eun-jae's body rocked with each thrust, his dangling leg swaying, his head lolling against the pillow. A particularly deep thrust drew a louder moan from him—"A-ahh…"—his voice cracking, but his eyes remained stubbornly shut, his mind lost in the haze of deep sleep.

Caesar leaned down, his lips brushing Eun-jae's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're mine, Eun-jae," he whispered, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Fuckin' takin' me so well, even when you're out cold." His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of Eun-jae's ear, as he thrust again, slow and deep, relishing the way Eun-jae's body clenched around him, unconscious but responsive. The man's moans were a constant now, a soft, broken litany of "nghh… mmh…" that spurred Caesar on, his cock throbbing with the need to claim, to ruin.

Eun-jae's face twisted faintly, a mix of confusion and pleasure playing across his sleeping features. His brows knitted, his lips trembling as another moan spilled out, louder this time, almost a whimper. His body was betraying him, his slick hole pulsing around Caesar's cock, his muscles tensing faintly as the sensations bled into his dreams. Caesar grinned, his teeth grazing Eun-jae's shoulder as he murmured, "That's it, Eun-jae. Moan for me, you gorgeous fuck." His thrusts stayed slow, deliberate, each one dragging out the pleasure, building the heat until the room felt like it was burning.

The morning sun filtered in gently through the curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the bedroom. Birds chirped somewhere outside. Peaceful. Serene.

But Eun-jae?

Eun-jae was anything but peaceful.

He stretched with a soft yawn, blinking the sleep from his lashes and reaching for the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over to get up—

"—OWWW!"

He froze, groaning in pain as a sharp ache radiated through his waist and lower back like he'd just been thrown off a building. "What the—" He winced, placing a hand on his side and then slowly trying to stand. "Why do I feel like I got hit by a truck driven by regret and humiliation…"

Grumbling under his breath, he limped—limped—to the bathroom.

And the moment his hand brushed across his backside while undressing, he hissed sharply. "Oh my god." He gingerly poked at the area, only for it to throb like it was screaming at him in Morse code. Pain. Pain. Do not touch. Pain.

"What the hell happened last night…?"

He paused mid-swipe with the towel, his brain slowly piecing together flashes of a hazy dream—or was it? The feeling of being touched, whispered to, warm breath on his skin. Something deep and slow, and—

"No. No, no, no. That was a dream. That was totally a dream," Eun-jae whispered to himself, eyes wide in the mirror.

But then came the brutal, terrifying reality check: his body remembered.

"Oh my GOD," he gasped, face turning red with fury and humiliation. "You son of a—"

He clenched his fist so tight his knuckles cracked.

"CAESAR."

Barely drying himself off, Eun-jae practically stormed out of the bathroom, throwing on a loose oversized sweatshirt and shorts (even though his ass still ached) and marched down the stairs with the energy of a man about to commit murder.

He didn't even get a full step into the kitchen before spotting him.

Caesar.

Standing there like some domestic god, humming softly to himself while calmly setting the breakfast table. A black turtleneck , sleeves rolled up, a fresh pot of coffee steaming beside him, and scrambled eggs on a plate like he hadn't just violated someone's entire soul in their sleep.

Eun-jae stopped in the doorway, livid.

"Oh," Caesar said, glancing up with a mild, innocent smile. "You're awake."

Awake?

AWAKE?!

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Eun-jae screamed.

Before Caesar could say another word, Eun-jae stormed up to him and slapped him. Hard. Right across the face. The sound cracked through the dining hall like lightning.