Chapter 44: From Today On, Only I Can!

Qi Huai was shoved back into the rear seat by Yoon Nam-hyuk. Perhaps because he didn’t have Yoon Nam-hyuk as a human cushion this time, he didn’t sleep very comfortably and woke up soon after.

He rubbed his temples and silently called for the System twice. The already-offline System didn’t respond.

Outside the car window was a street scene unfamiliar to Qi Huai. Beside him was Yoon Nam-hyuk, frantically scrolling through his emails on his iPad to distract himself.

“…Where are we going?” Qi Huai asked slowly.

“…”

Damn it, has this person forgotten what he just did? Ha! The guy who forcefully kisses people after getting drunk!

Yoon Nam-hyuk was fuming, completely forgetting that he was also a guy who took advantage of someone while they were asleep.

“My place,” he said.

His place?

Hannam-dong?

Qi Huai thought for a long moment before saying slowly, “Oh, your place… Are you going to get out at Building 7 and walk back by yourself again?”

“What?” Yoon Nam-hyuk was stunned.

Qi Huai lowered his eyes and, emboldened by the alcohol, unhurriedly brought up the old issue. “Didn’t President Yoon not want his family to see me? So you got out early to avoid suspicion.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was silent.

He had almost forgotten about that incident himself. He hadn’t expected Qi Huai to still remember it.

Actually, that wasn’t what he meant that day… No, perhaps his own mind was a tangled mess.

It wasn’t about avoiding suspicion; he was just afraid of trouble, afraid of the chain reaction that would follow if his father and brother found out.

If his family discovered that Qi Huai had brought him home, the house would probably not have a peaceful night. The next day, his father’s assistant would send over another thick stack of women’s profiles and photos for him to choose from, and then frantically call him, using his mother’s memento and the Yoon family legacy to threaten him.

He just felt it was better to avoid trouble, so he had asked Qi Huai to stop there…

Besides, he and Qi Huai weren’t in a relationship that should be made public, were they?

Were they a couple?

Or husbands?

They weren’t even officially dating, were they?

Yoon Nam-hyuk lowered his eyes, saying nothing.

His heart felt empty, but he didn’t know why.

“Stop the car.”

Qi Huai took out a wet wipe and wiped his face.

Still not sober, he was extremely tired. He regretted saying those words as soon as they came out. He knew and understood Yoon Nam-hyuk’s reasons for doing what he did. Although he was annoyed, and even wanted to tease him about it to see him get flustered and defensive, being annoyed was being annoyed. It was hard to get over it.

Why did he feel this way?

He was a task-doer, and Yoon Nam-hyuk was a task. There seemed to be no need to be so serious; he only needed to care about the success rate of the mission. He had always been like this.

Even if Yoon Nam-hyuk was a bit special, very much to his liking… Qi Huai let out a long sigh. He did like him, damn it, and that’s why he couldn’t stand it!

From the first day they met, they had been consumed by desire, losing all reason, pouncing and tangling with each other like two animals driven only by lust, never thinking about why it was happening or what would come next.

Was there a “next”?

A task-doer and a manhwa love interest—who could say for sure?

Drunk people tend to amplify their emotions and overthink things. Qi Huai rubbed the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to rein in his increasingly chaotic thoughts. “Stop the car. I’m not that drunk anymore. I can just take a taxi back. Just pretend you didn’t hear what I just said. Or we can talk another day. I have a headache. Sorry.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes were dark. “Your lock is unusable right now.”

“What?” Qi Huai didn’t understand at first.

Yoon Nam-hyuk: “When we were taking you home just now, the system locked because of too many incorrect password attempts. It will only unlock after a few hours.”

The sky would be light by then.

Qi Huai was silent. “Then I’ll stay at a hotel.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk said coldly, “No!”

“Why?” Qi Huai laughed in disbelief.

Yoon Nam-hyuk felt a surge of frustration welling up in his chest. He bit out his words resentfully, “The money in your account is from me. I won’t allow you to use my money to stay at a hotel.”

Qi Huai rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yoon Nam-hyuk, are you being unreasonable? Are you really planning to take me home, to have me in the same room as your family?”

Everyone in Korea had seen that video from Choi Min-jun. If the Yoon family could really handle it calmly, this conversation wouldn’t be happening today.

Yoon Nam-hyuk bit his lip. “No… I have an apartment in Cheongdam-dong. We’ll stay there tonight. We’re not going back to Hannam-dong.”

Qi Huai’s breath caught, and he laughed out loud. “No wonder.”

So we’re not going back to that house.

No wonder? What do you mean, no wonder?

A wave of bitterness washed over Yoon Nam-hyuk. His expression was very ugly.

The car fell silent. Qi Huai stopped talking about getting out, his eyes lowered, growing more and more quiet.

Yoon Nam-hyuk endured it for a long time.

When he spoke again, his tone was unfriendly. “Qi Huai, is that the kind of person you think I am?”

Qi Huai asked flatly, “What kind of person?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk raised his voice. “Afraid of his family, cowardly as a mouse, not daring to admit his own sexual orientation, wanting to enjoy physical pleasure but unwilling to bear the consequences—do you think I’m that kind of person?”

If it weren’t for my mother’s memento, I would have left that house long ago—

“I don’t know,” Qi Huai said softly. “Actions speak louder than words about who a person is.”

“Ha!” Yoon Nam-hyuk sneered. “Why should I show you my actions?”

Qi Huai frowned.

Yoon Nam-hyuk: “Are we in some special relationship? A relationship worth me declaring war on my family for? We’ve only known each other for a short time, haven’t we?”

“Heh.” Qi Huai laughed coldly. “Yes, we haven’t known each other for long, but you’ve come in my hands more than once. Also, since President Yoon thinks we’re not close, what was your purpose in drugging me at the nightclub under the guise of concern and taking me to a room? To deliberately embarrass me? Or because your body was too horny, and you simply wanted me to fuck you?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was on the verge of a breakdown. “Hey! Qi…!”

Knock, knock—

Assistant Yoo knocked on the partition, signaling their arrival.

The partition was soundproof, so Assistant Yoo couldn’t hear them, but they both shut their mouths anyway. One turned his head away, the other lowered his eyes, neither looking at the other.

The fight had been a bit fierce. Both were emotional, their chests heaving with anger.

Even so, before getting out of the car, Yoon Nam-hyuk said resentfully, “Get out!”

Qi Huai got out silently and followed behind Yoon Nam-hyuk, his expression dark and unreadable, but he didn’t walk away.

One stormed ahead in anger, the other followed with long strides, not a word spoken between them, like two fighting cocks with different personalities.

Assistant Yoo, behind them, hesitated for a moment, flustered. Fortunately, the Ivy League graduate’s brain still worked. He bowed ninety degrees and shouted, “Goodbye, President!” reporting his to-do list as complete, then drove off in the Bentley.

Love is terrifying.

In the first half, their lips were red and swollen from kissing. In the second half, their eyes were red from anger. Their emotions fluctuated like the stock market, completely unpredictable…

And so, Qi Huai and Yoon Nam-hyuk rode the elevator up in silence, neither acknowledging the other, until Yoon Nam-hyuk stood at his front door with a fierce expression, beeping in the code.

Qi Huai, as if he had taken the wrong medicine, suddenly said with a dark face, “Do you often bring people you’ve just met, people you have no special relationship with, back to this home?”

“What did you say?!” Yoon Nam-hyuk was stunned, so angry he almost had a heart attack. He turned and grabbed Qi Huai’s sweatshirt collar, saying fiercely, “Are you drunk out of your mind? Say that again!”

Perhaps it was indeed the alcohol that made Qi Huai’s temper so volatile. He lowered his eyes to look at Yoon Nam-hyuk and said, word by word, “I said, do you often bring strangers home to sleep with?”

After asking this, Qi Huai continued on his own. “Right, even at the hotel, if it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else. Someone would have helped you with the aphrodisiac. You’re always jealous of him and me, but you two are the ones who are made for each other. If it weren’t for me, that person would have been fatefully entangled with you, right?”

In the original story, it was Baek Soo-kyung. Now it’s me. If it wasn’t me, there would always be someone else, right?

Manhwa Love Interest #1, with a sex-addicted body, his needs must be great, right? In the stall that day, he thought it was Yoon Nam-hyuk’s first time, that’s why he was so sensitive. But at the nightclub that night, he didn’t think so anymore…

That lewd and sexy body, which trembled at the slightest touch, was so sensitive that no matter how you played with it, it always felt like the first time.

Are there others?

Besides myself, has anyone else touched him?

Qi Huai stared fiercely at Yoon Nam-hyuk.

Yoon Nam-hyuk frowned deeply.

He didn’t understand what Qi Huai was saying. What you, me, him, and fated entanglement? Yoon Nam-hyuk thought Qi Huai was drunk and talking nonsense!

“Shibal, you must be drunk out of your mind, you—ahmph!”

Qi Huai was in a very bad mood.

He grabbed Yoon Nam-hyuk’s collar and kissed his constantly cursing mouth, forcefully wedging a leg between the other’s, his hand slipping under Yoon Nam-hyuk’s shirt to start a fire.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was pressed against the door, whimpering, his rapid breaths laced with a pleasurable, sobbing tone, his arms wrapping around Qi Huai’s neck.

They kissed passionately, from tearing at each other to a lingering entanglement of lips and teeth, filled with an indescribable mix of anger, bitterness, and affection, which finally transformed into the flames of desire.

Qi Huai yanked open the door, pushed Yoon Nam-hyuk inside, and then slammed it shut.

The two bodies were pressed together in the entryway. The moment the door closed, the only light source from the hallway disappeared, and the room was plunged into darkness.

The spiteful gnawing had long since turned into a passionate kiss of desire. They panted for air, then continued to kiss deeply, completely forgetting their earlier argument, their minds filled only with the other’s body heat, growing from warm to scorching.

Jackets were thrown in the entryway, belts ripped off and tossed onto the sofa. The two tumbled onto the living room carpet, Qi Huai practically stripping Yoon Nam-hyuk bare.

His body still retained the habits of an Alpha, so scent was what he cared about most. He nearly gnawed on every inch of that fair, well-proportioned, and sensitive body. Qi Huai’s eyes were deep, his forehead dripping with sweat. He grabbed Yoon Nam-hyuk’s hand and made him touch him. Thirty minutes later, Yoon Nam-hyuk felt like his palm was on fire. Qi Huai finally bit the side of his neck and then spread the substance all over his chest and abdomen.

“Qi… Qi Huai, let go!”

Yoon Nam-hyuk trembled on the verge of death, his legs kicking wildly, constantly beating Qi Huai’s shoulders. The wicked Alpha held on tight, lifting Yoon Nam-hyuk’s chin in the darkness to look at his almost delirious face. “Yoon Nam-hyuk.”

Qi Huai panted in a low voice, “From the day you drugged me, you should have known your fate. I don’t care about your past, but from today on, only I can fuck you, understand?”

At these words, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes shimmered, the sparks dancing in them far more than just simple desire.

Qi Huai tightened his five fingers, ignoring the other’s unbearable cries, and slapped him on the round flesh of his buttocks. “Speak.”

The corners of Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes were wet and red, tears overflowing. He nodded haphazardly. “I… I know.”

“Know what?”

Qi Huai’s thumb rubbed him, nearly driving him crazy. He cried out as he sobbed, “I know! From today on, only you can fuck me! I’ll only let you fuck me, okay! Just let g—ah!”

Qi Huai forcefully kissed him, pinning down the body that continued to tremble and twitch in the afterglow. Yoon Nam-hyuk held onto Qi Huai tightly, like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood.

That night, even with just kissing and touching, Yoon Nam-hyuk came twice, each time more intense than the last.

Qi Huai possessed an absolutely dominant desire for control and possession, and when drunk, he even showed a side far crazier than before. Yoon Nam-hyuk wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, he found it exciting. He lay limp on the floor, panting continuously. The feel of the carpet and Qi Huai’s body heat made him float in an indescribable, cloud-like state of bliss, only truly coming back to his senses a few minutes later.

He heard even breathing beside him.

Qi Huai was asleep.

As expected…

Still not sober.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was mortified. He covered his face. His exposed neck was flushed red and covered in bite marks.

Damn it, to be reduced to such a mess by a drunk, and to have said so many embarrassing things!

He slowly sat up, stretching his burning, sore palm. His glittering eyes couldn’t help but drift to the slumbering, dormant thermos flask…

In your dreams.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s ears were so red they could have bled. Doing it with a guy of that size would kill me, he thought. At most, I’ll just have a taste… you got lucky.

He licked his lips.

After resting for a long time, Yoon Nam-hyuk finally got up, cleaned himself and Qi Huai up, and then half-dragged, half-carried him to bed.

After changing into his pajamas, Yoon Nam-hyuk slipped into the covers, his cheek pressed against Qi Huai’s shoulder. Less than a minute later, he turned and pressed his nose into the crook of Qi Huai’s neck, sniffing his scent deeply, and then gradually fell asleep.

In his deep sleep, Qi Huai turned over and hugged him back. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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An hour earlier.

When Qi Huai pushed Yoon Nam-hyuk through the door and slammed it shut with a bang, no one noticed a pair of incredibly excited eyes peeking out from the fire escape.

The person was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in a thick, dark black windbreaker. If Assistant Yoo had been there, he probably would have easily recognized him as the notorious “news hyena” of the entertainment industry, Reporter Song.

“Daebak, this is incredible. That guy from the Yoon family was right. If you stick close to Yoon Nam-hyuk, you’ll really find some good stuff.”

The top-tier apartment was very soundproof. Reporter Song couldn’t continue to eavesdrop on the details from outside the door, but the fiery scene that had just unfolded at the entrance was enough to get him excited.