Unequal Rules
I heard Hyeon-seok's words lingering in my ears. Jeong-hee kept her head lowered, her face flushed crimson, only fidgeting with her fingers without uttering a single word of objection. That silence was nothing short of complete approval in Hyeon-seok's eyes.
He seemed satisfied, curling his thin lips into a smile, then withdrawing his arm from the table and leaning back deeply into his chair. His lazy yet utterly controlling predator-like demeanor was evident.
“Okay. I like that both of you are being honest. I can't stand those who try to play it cool.”
He took a clean card wallet from his pocket and tossed it onto the table, then looked at us alternately again. This time, his gaze was much colder and sharper than when we first entered the cafe. It was an indifferent stare, as if measuring the freshness of a just-caught fish.
“Before we start, let's set the ground rules clearly. Since you both called me Master, there will be no awkward flirting or emotional arguments.”
“……Yes.”
I forced out the answer. Being 32 and being intimidated by a 26-year-old guy, it was pathetic that I was answering like a new army recruit, but somehow a cool shiver ran down my spine.
“First, let's organize the titles.”
Hyeon-seok lifted his chin and continued.
“Outside, I have to do social stuff too, so I'll call you oppa and noona. Ji-seok oppa, Jeong-hee noona. That way, no one will suspect anything outside.”
He tapped the coffee cup on the table with his fingertips, naturally mixing in his words.
It was a strange mix of honorifics and casual speech, neither fully formal nor completely informal.
‘Oppa, noona’ flowed from his mouth, but there was not a drop of respect for elders in it. Instead, it was the tone of someone playing with toys on their palm, mocking the superior as if they were children.
“But when we're alone or during a play session, that's out of the question. You must always call me Master. No exceptions for Ji-seok oppa or Jeong-hee noona.”
“……Understood.”
“And the most important rule.”
Hyeon-seok suddenly leaned his upper body forward towards the table. Our gazes locked simultaneously into his cold eyes.
“Hierarchy.”
Hyeon-seok's gaze first landed on Jeong-hee's flushed collarbone and chest, then slowly moved to me.
“I am at the top. Then Jeong-hee noona. And at the very bottom is…… Ji-seok oppa.”
“……What?”
I asked in surprise. Weren't we supposed to start as Subs together? If the couple is being dominated, at least our positions should be equal, right?
Hyeon-seok read my dumb expression and burst into a mocking laugh. It was clearly ridicule.
“Why? Do you have a complaint, oppa?”
The low casual speech hit hard. My breath was choked.
“I hate men. More precisely, I hate the idea of getting sexually involved with men. But why did I look for a couple sub? When a man's girlfriend or wife is taken by another man, the expression on that helpless man's face is so thrilling and funny. For that to happen, oppa has to be at the bottom, doesn't it?”
Hyeon-seok poured out his twisted sadistic taste in a completely casual and direct tone.
It was a bone-chilling blunt statement. My face heated up. I wanted to protest, 'We hired you, what are you saying?', but my throat was clogged with a stone, and no words came out.
“Jeong-hee noona is pretty and fun to handle, so I plan to spoil her specially…… but oppa has no merits at all. So oppa's role is to be the lowest 'tool' assisting noona and me thoroughly. No more standing above noona or acting like a boyfriend. Do you understand?”
Hyeon-seok turned his head and whispered in a gentle voice to the frozen Jeong-hee.
“Noona, how about it? Ji-seok oppa licking noona's feet from the bottom.”
Jeong-hee flinched and glanced at me sideways. In Jeong-hee's eyes, there was remorse and guilt towards me, but at the same time, her pupils dilated strangely with an unfamiliar sense of power that 'I have surpassed the boyfriend I thought I could rely on forever'. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't refuse Hyeon-seok's words.
At that moment, something inside me snapped.
The collapse of all the self-esteem I had built up as a man. And the bizarre sense of excitement rising from that pitch-black bottom.
I felt my pants swelling tightly as if they would tear. The fact that my masculinity was completely denied and trampled under Jeong-hee's feet stimulated my suppressed submissive nature madly. It was the perfect fall I had longed for so much.
“……I understand.”
I lowered my head and barely forced out the words. Hyeon-seok propped his chin with a very satisfied expression.
“Good. It's nice that the conversation went well.”
Hyeon-seok took a napkin and a ballpoint pen from the table and wrote a single word with his uninhibited hand movements.
“Finally, the safeword.”
The word written on the white napkin was 'Red Light'.
“If during the play you really can't handle it or think it's the limit, anyone can shout this word. When 'Red Light' comes out, everything stops immediately. But other words like 'I don't like it', 'Stop', 'It hurts', 'Save oppa' will all be ignored as the cries of a female in heat from excitement. Got it?”
“Yes……”
We answered simultaneously in a creeping voice.
“Since we've set the safeword, the rules are over.”
Hyeon-seok folded the napkin in half and placed it in my trembling palm. The moment his large and firm fingers brushed my hand back, goosebumps broke out all over my body.
He glanced at the luxury diver watch on his wrist, then stood up abruptly from his seat. The chair scraped back sharply against the floor.
His tall stature and broad shoulders rose up, completely blocking my view. The oppressive feeling from the young and dominant physique of a 20s man felt like it was stealing the oxygen from my body.
“Think about it and contact me by tomorrow. Sending a message means you agree to all the rules I proposed unconditionally. No questions or opinions. That's it.”
Hyeon-seok looked down and twisted the corner of his mouth. He packed his belongings and turned his back without hesitation.
“Click.”
With the sound of the bag zipper closing, Hyeon-seok walked down the cafe stairs without looking back.
On the table, two iced Americanos that had melted into lukewarm and a folded napkin were left alone. The cold air of domination still lingered with the thick musk scent in the seat Hyeon-seok had left, pressing down on us.
“……Haa.”
The breath I had been holding burst out at once. My back was soaked with cold sweat, and the linen shirt clung to my skin.
Jeong-hee sitting next to me still hadn't raised her head. Her tightly clenched hands trembled white on her thighs, and the heat from her ears to her neck and the cleavage inside her slightly open blouse spread red.
“Jeong-hee.”
At my call, Jeong-hee startled and trembled. Slowly raising her head, Jeong-hee's eyes were shaking violently as if about to shed tears.
“Oppa…… that person…… I think he really intends to do it.”
Jeong-hee's lips trembled.
“The tone is too rough, and the rules…… it's too harsh on oppa. That it's impossible for oppa to be below me. What kind of nonsense is that. Let's just pretend it didn't happen between us. Okay? We can't handle it. That person is not normal.”
Jeong-hee said that while desperately shaking her head.
But I saw it clearly.
Jeong-hee's lips were saying rational denial, but between the panting breaths, the rising and falling collarbone and the moist eyes. It was not fear, but the instinctive excitement of a female whose cells were standing at attention from the overwhelming dominance of an alpha male she had never experienced before. Her legs slightly visible under the table were tightly closed inward, and it felt like her secret scent was spreading in the air.
And I was the same.
“No more standing above noona.”
“The lowest tool.”
Hyeon-seok's low mocking voice echoed in my ears, gnawing at my brain.
I had my rank stolen like grabbing hair from a 26-year-old kid. The position of 'boyfriend' and 'protector' I had protected for Jeong-hee for the past 3 years was thrown into the gutter in just 10 minutes.
It was pathetic. It was so humiliating that I wanted to die.
But as the opposite of that desperate humiliation, my penis in my pants was throbbing as if it would burst without any sign of subsiding.
The perfect bottom I had longed for so much. No need to look at anyone's eyes, just the sense of relief and cuckold pleasure of being trampled and used as a tool by a submissive spread out before my eyes.
I carefully unfolded the napkin on the table with my trembling hand.
The word written in thick, firm handwriting.
'Red Light.'
“……Since he said to think about it until tomorrow.”
I muttered and felt a chill inside. Because my brain and body had already perfectly submitted to the 'until tomorrow' command set by Hyeon-seok.
Jeong-hee nodded with a red face without answering. But we already knew each other's eyes. The dice had already been thrown, and neither of us had any intention of turning back from the entrance to the hell dug by that young man.
Jeong-hee's steps out the door were strangely heavy and secretly wet. My heart, following behind, was pounding as if it would burst.
Behind the ordinary world of ours, a door to irreversible destruction was wide open.