Betrayer

Chapter 7

Sunghoon reached the mayor's mansion, looking around cluelessly.

The security guards immediately recognized him.

"Sunghoon-ssi! Please, come on in,"

They chorused.

Sunghoon was well-known among the higher ups. He was the financial minister of the military after all.

He went straight to the mayor, who was dancing among his friends, a glass of wine in hand.

The room was lit up using candles, which were situated at each table.

The guests were all wearing costumes and masks, dancing or chatting.

A drunk smile settled across the mayor's face, lit only by the small flickering light across the room.

"Sunghoon,"

He spoke, a sly gleam appeared in his eye, making him look unsettling.

"Mr. Bok. I have a slight issue that I need your assistance with,"

The latter said, straightening up his posture.

Mr. Bok drank another sip of his wine.

"Mm. Do you?"

He chuckled darkly, raising his eyebrows almost suggestively.

Sunghoon furrowed his brows, a little impatiently.

"Can we move? I can't explain it here."

"Oh, of course,"

The taller man followed the mayor into a bedroom.

"I need to-"

"Masturbate? Let me help you,"

The mayor grinned drunkenly.

Sunghoon made a disgusted face, not expecting the response.

"What the fuck?"

"Ah, yes, so you do want to fuck,"

The mayor continued, taking off his belt after mishearing him.

"You should have told me from the start. I would've loved to fuck you,"

Sunghoon pinned the older man to the wall by his neck, making the man's pants drop, revealing his old, grey boxers and his length waiting to come out.

"Look, old man. I don't have time for your stupid games. I need to see that gold rock. It's urgent, you understand?"

He spoke through gritted teeth.

He had always known that the old man was interested in him, given that he always received gifts, as well as excessive touching.

Despite having a wife, he still tried to pursue Sunghoon, making the young man uncomfortable.

But he'd never thought that the man would actually want to fuck him.

He shivered involuntarily.

What a creep.

The old man smirked.

"Make my dick go down first, then we'll start talking, baby boy,"

Sunghoon gagged at the use of the teenage slang.

Gross coming from a fifty-year-old.

"Fine. I'm going then,"

With that, he left the room, almost throwing up as he went to one of the security guards.

He pulled out his ID Card and folded his arms.

"Room with the gold, please,"

He ordered.