2. Blood in the Cup

ch IV.

Wooyoung was still sitting on the couch when San returned to him a few hours later. Time had flown by, and dawn was breaking. San approached him with a smile, excitement sparkling in his eyes.

"Come on, I have a surprise for you," San said, taking Wooyoung's hand.

Wooyoung was surprised but followed San, who led him through the grand hallways of the house. San stopped in front of a heavy wooden door and opened it for them. Wooyoung was stunned to see they had entered a shooting range, filled with guns and targets.

"This isn't a typical date," Wooyoung remarked shyly.

San smiled. "I know, but I want you to get familiar with some firearms."

Wooyoung looked around uncertainly and shook his head firmly. "San, I really don't want to touch a gun."

San patiently stepped closer to him and gently stroked Wooyoung's arm. "Don't worry, you won't be aiming at a person."

Slowly but surely, San persuaded Wooyoung to take hold of a gun. San stood behind him, pressing close, guiding Wooyoung's hands onto the weapon. Together, they lifted it and aimed at the target.

"Pull the trigger," San whispered in Wooyoung's ear.

Wooyoung took a deep breath and, with San's guidance, placed his finger on the trigger. After a moment's hesitation, he pressed it, and the gun fired. The shot was a bullseye.

San smiled with satisfaction as Wooyoung stared in shock at the target. "Good job."

San carefully and precisely turned Wooyoung towards him, then, as if executing a well-planned move, lifted him up powerfully, supporting him under his butt to hold him securely. He then placed Wooyoung on a nearby counter where Wooyoung could sit safely. Standing between Wooyoung's legs, San pulled him closer by the waist.

"You deserve a reward for that great shot," San said appreciatively, slowly and attentively unbuttoning Wooyoung's shirt. When Wooyoung's chest was revealed, San's hands gently caressed his skin with delicate touches.

As San's face got closer to Wooyoung's chest, he began to shower it with soft kisses. Wooyoung took a breath and a spoke in a trembling voice, "I'm not sure I'm ready for this, San..."

San, however, didn't stop and ignored Wooyoung's words. He continued to kiss and caress Wooyoung's chest sensually, as if he hadn't heard the worried statement. San's lips and hands grew more intense with every touch, drawing Wooyoung deeper into a world of pleasure.

Wooyoung tried to decide how to react, but San's disregard and the gentle yet passionate touches made it increasingly difficult to resist. Overwhelmed by the sensations, Wooyoung gradually lost control, his body responding involuntarily to every move San made, barely able to restrain himself amidst the growing pleasure.

In the midst of the intimate moment, the door suddenly opened, and one of San's staff members walked in. San immediately stepped back from Wooyoung, who quickly pulled his shirt together, extremely embarrassed.

"You have an event in two hours, just a reminder," the staff member said calmly and matter-of-factly.

San took a deep breath, then responded calmly, "Ah, I almost forgot. Thanks for letting me know." The staff member nodded and quietly left the room as if nothing unusual had happened.

Once the door closed, San turned back to Wooyoung and slowly approached him again. He gently touched Wooyoung's neck, sensually caressing him. However, Wooyoung, still embarrassed, suddenly pushed San away.

"That was incredibly awkward!" Wooyoung said, his face red with embarrassment and confusion from the abruptly interrupted intimate moment.

San shrugged and responded calmly, "Trust me, they're not interested in your chest. Now come on, let's get ready."

With that, he took Wooyoung's hand and led him to a new, elegantly furnished room. "This is your own dressing room. Put on something elegant but sexy, I want to show you off," San said, giving Wooyoung's butt a light pat before leaving him alone.

Wooyoung began to browse through the clothes. Eventually, he decided on black pants and a matching turtleneck. After

getting dressed, San returned and stared at him for a few minutes.

"My princess... since when is that sexy?" San asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

"How should I know what's sexy, idiot? Don't annoy me!" Wooyoung raised his voice slightly, surprising San.

San stepped closer and looked deep into his eyes. "I like this fiery side of you," he said, then kissed Wooyoung.

After the kiss, San picked out a new outfit for Wooyoung: black dress pants, a white shirt, and a black corset. Wooyoung put on the pants and shirt, then turned to San.

"We're going to unbutton this a bit," San said, unbuttoning the first five buttons from the top.

"Do I really have to wear that... corset?" Wooyoung asked.

"Yes," San replied simply.

Wooyoung gulped and then put on the corset as well.