Chapter 5: Voluntary Bondage
The contract wasn’t even read further than the first condition before getting discarded by Doha into the trash.
Secretary Cha looked like he expected the reaction and produced another contract from his back.
Where did he even get that from?
Doha thought as he refused to hold it again.
"Please tell Mr. Song-rik that I want nothing to do with him."
The secretary looked quite scary for a second.
Doha was currently believing that something had happened between him and Song-rik as he remembered nothing about banging himself into unconsciousness.
Moreover that weird dream from before wasn’t exactly helping him.
"In that case, I would like you to accompany me to the Director’s house," Secretary Cha said, moving up his glasses a little with his hand.
Could be anymore cliche?
Doha wasn’t going anywhere with the man. He looked at Yohan.
Yohan immediately understood the assignment.
Doha awkwardly slipped his hand over Yohan’s shoulder and yelled out.
"As you can see, I’ve already a partner. So please, your interference is very rude."
"We have already confirmed that you are not in a romantic relationship and often use this setup to fend off creeps in the bar."
Secretary Cha wasted no time clearing out the laundry.
Yeon Doha figured it would be best to meet the man himself and make the situation sort itself.
There was no use in avoiding the issue and the secretary wasn’t giving any openings.
"Fine, I’ll go."
The moment he said those words, he was immediately transported to the car, driven to Song-rik’s house within minutes if questionable driving and thrown through the front door.
Doha had absolutely no time to figure anything out. Heck, he didn’t even remember the way to the house.
A ’house’ if it was. It was more like a mansion. Doha didn’t even know they had a mansion this big in the country.
But he remembered that Song-rik was the director of his family’s company, so he wasn’t exactly your run of the mill conglomerate.
He was born with a fucking moonstone spoon.
Doha stood up and looked around.
Suddenly a voice came...
"Secretary Cha, did you deliver my letter to Doha? What did he say?" Song-rik’s voice echoed through the large Hall from the stairs.
Doha walked towards the source of the voice.
"Did I agree to living together for a while?"
Another sentence cooed through the air.
"You didn’t give him any weird contracts this time, did you?"
"... "
"Secretary Cha?"
Doha stepped forward towards Song-rik and the omega froze.
He dripping from his black hair and in a black bathrobe. He was fresh out of shower.
A sudden blush crept up his face seeing Doha that Song-rik just made a run for it.
He turned around and rushed upstairs.
Doha felt so offended by the reaction that he decided to chase down the omega.
"Hey! Mister! Why are you running?!"
He yelled as he jumped up the stairs in four long steps.
"Did you do something bad, mister?! Talk! So we can put an end to this shit!!"
But Song-rik was just focused on somehow getting to his room and locking the door.
"Didn’t you yourself called me here!? Damn it!!"
Song-rik reached for the handle and opened the door...
*whammm!
Doha shut the door right back as he stood right behind Song-rik.
*Huff
*phew
"Hey, mister. You’re awfully fast for an old man."
"Hic! "
*hiccups!
Song-rik started hiccuping as tears filled his eyes. He slowly looked back up at Doha.
And almost whispered...
"I don’t have anything on underneath this robe... Can I please wear some clothes?"
*bathump!
Doha’s heart jumped as he saw the fleshly washed flushing omega beg him to wear some clothes.
Fuck! This is bad!
But a sudden urge to tease this omega also poked at him.
He raised his hand touched Song-rik’s nape. There was no collar today. So he trembled in response.
"Say, mister..., " Doha whispered in Song-rik’s ear. The reactions he was giving were strangely entertaining for Doha.
"Y... Yeah..? "
"Are you really wearing nothing underneath?"
"Huh...? Ah... Yeah..."
Doha leaned in deeper right near his nape. He could see the goosebumps that had risen in his smooth pale skin. There were occasional moles here and there.
Doha kept his eyes in those moles.
"How lewd of an old man like you... ~"
"Eeek!"
The omega squeaked as Doha blew some air in his ear.
Song-rik flung open the room door and bolted inside.
For some time, Yeon Doha kept standing there in front of the door, questioning various life choices.
He wasn’t really the teasing type. More like he was the ’teased’ one when it came to relationships.
But right now, a strange sense of shame as well as satisfaction washed over him.
CUTE!!! SO FUCKING CUTE!!! ARGH!!! FUCK OH RYUJIN I SHOULD’VE JUST GONE FOR IT!
That was when the garden sheets flashed through his mind and he immediately discarded the idea.
But seriously, it was strange...
According to the novel, Jang Song-rik was a super duper ultra trashy person who wouldn’t give a fuck about what the other person wanted.
He would simply force an alpha to get fucked if they refused.
His methods were as underhanded as they could get.
But the way Song-rik was behaving with Doha was absurdly cute... rational.
It wasn’t the novel’s Song-rik’s modus operandi.
Doha leaned against the door tapping his forehead on it.
"Should I just tie you up somewhere, Mister? So you won’t cause problems."
Doha sighed.
"Uh... Okay... "
A voice came from behind the door. Song-rik’s voice.
Doha blinked in surprise.
Did he imagine it?
Surely Jang Song-rik won’t agree to such a thing...right?
"Mister, are you there?" Doha asked near the door.
"Eek! Ah... Yeah... "
"Open the door, mister, " Doha said with a slight blush creeping up his neck. "We need to talk.
" Um... are you really going to tie me up?"
An incredibly coy voice asked Doha.
’Fuck! That’s so cute!’
’God dammit! No!’
"Do you want to get tied up, mister?"
"... "
"... "
"I... I wouldn’t mind if it’s you... tying me up."
Doha could feel himself feeling jumpy and hard as if he had reached cloud nine.
Though he didn’t know what exactly made him so happy and excited.
"Then open the door," Doha whispered into the keyhole. "So I can tie you up."
*click!
*sqeeek!
The door created open and a bob of black hair appeared right below Doha’s chin.
The bob tuned and a blushing face looked up at him.
The omega seemed to be expecting a rope in Doha’s hands which were disappointingly empty for him.
"How... will you... Eeeeek!"
Song-rik was just confirming the methods of voluntary bondage that they were going to use when Doha suddenly picked him up again like a sack of rice.
Deja vu...
"I’m not taking any chances, this time, Mister."
Doha declared.
A wave of calming rose scent enveloped around Song-rik, cubbing him like a child.
He felt so calm and warm and he momentarily forgot he was being manhandled.
Doha put him down on the sofa downstairs. The omega had probably gone to find the cutest casual outfit he had.
Because Doha found the calm and now slightly drowsy Song-rik so cute his heart hurt.
He sat beside him on the sofa.
Song-rik unconsciously coddled closer to him and held onto his sleeve.
The omega was quietly nestling against him as his pheromones put him into ease. And in a bit... Song-rik’s head rested against Doha’s shoulder.
Doha, who had been observing the entire thing, was now even more convinced that this Song-rik was nothing like the novel.
"Mister, should I give you your one kiss per day?" Doha asked teasingly.
It felt like it would only get more awkward if he stayed quiet.
"Ah... will you... really... do it?" Song-rik looked up at him with expectant eyes.
Fuck! This really is nothing like the novel’s Song-rik!
Doha thought as he considered what was more important, a very much needed immediate kiss or having his dick chopped off on the long run.
Argh! Dammit!
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