036

JEON

My breath stucked—chest so tight it's hard to tell if I'm still breathing.

My pants…too tight..  can't feel my tongue—teeth biting inside cheek, fingers digging in seat—

She's right there… just on a screen… but… she's like fire—even through the screen I can feel heat coming off her and—Her body… in my dreams she's perfect… but in real life she's just so… perfect—I can't be this weak.

I swallow—Not in front of these men, trying to prove their power to me.

Fist clench, nails cutting deep—

My mouth dry—my own body betraying my anger and frustration…

On screen:She leans her head back like she's drowning in pleasure—fingers disappearing—moving in a rhythm that makes me ache so badly, I want to be sick with it…

This is an addiction. Unhealthy. Destructive, even. my hand on the screen—force my mind back to focus.Length throbbing against rough fabric, demanding release—

Her fingers moving crazy——wet fingers... lips parted... soft, shaky moans.

I put my earbuds in—sound floods my ears like a sin I've been starving for.

"AHHHH—AHHH"

"AHHHH—AHHH"

There she is… breath fast, ragged.

Whimpers caught between lips, then a sob that turns into moans— so broken—it tears through me—

"Ahh… ahhh… f-fuck…"

one hand gripping the sheets, knuckles white—other buried between her thighs, fingers sliding fast now, desperate, like she’s trying to escape something only her body can’t run from.

Tears stream down her face—silent at first, then messy, her head lolls back against the pillow, hips jerk up once… twice…

And that sound—

“Ahhhh mmpphhhh…” —muffled into her own arm as if someone might hear—"AHHHH—AHHH"

as if I might not already be hearing every broken piece of her unraveling.

My pants are tighter than steel.Cock throbs painfully against fabric.But it’s not just lust—it’s something darker.

Deeper.

She doesn’t know I’m watching? Or worse…

She does and doesn’t care?

Did she forget?

Or did she finally stop fighting the truth—That even when we’re oceans apart?even when she hates me,even when this marriage was forced by power and shadows,

her body still answers to one name?Mine?

And yet…

"AHHHH—AHHH"she cries loudly.

Cries like pleasure is punishment.Like release feels like betrayal—to herself? To us?

My fist clench, the screen cracks beneath pressure—one piece pops off silently onto the desk.

but no one dares speak.No one moves.

They see me now—not just boss,not just king of underworlds rising under fire and silence—

but man utterly owned by a woman who won't give him anything but pain wrapped in beauty...And still—I’d burn every empire to ash just to taste those tears on my tongue once.

"Boss...?" Minho whispers

I can't answer.

Won’t.

She's all spread—wet, flushed—so beautiful it's painful to stare at—yet every muscle in me won't let me look away.

She's a drug and I crave more than breathing. Want to feel that smooth skin under my hands. Taste her lips until I’m drunk.

"Aaghh aghh fuck-"

Her gasps, moans fill my ears—sweet, desperate sounds, I never knew I needed to hear..."AHHHH—AHHH"

My eyes close, breath heavy—trying to stay silent—but it feels like I'm dying from want, from need, from pain—I've been hard for what feels like hours...

A soft sob escapes her as she arches—once, sharply—and then collapses into the sheets, trembling, sweat-slicked hair stuck to her temples, chest heaving like she’s been drowning.

Whole room is silent.

French gang leaders and investors frozen mid-breath at my expression alone. They see me but don't understand: this woman owns every breath I take."

AHHHH—AHHH"

Wooshik clears his throat from beside—maybe he knows something's off—but before he speaks—

Louis jumps in first with forced cheer "Alright! That was… a lot! Now let’s get back on track!" He laughs nervously —"Mr. Henry was just about to present his final proposal?"

Henry steps forward again—even now trying to reclaim power like a dog barking at thunder.

"AHHHH—AHHH"

"Mr.—Jeon," he begins carefully "Fifty million euros is only Phase One." A sleek tablet slides onto the table toward me "With your global expansion into Europe, we propose full financial laundering integration through Swiss fronts—and real estate holdings across Lyon, Marseille, Paris." He gestures smoothly "We build towers where your name stays hidden—but your control absolute."

Murmurs ripple through the room.I can literally see —Kim narrows his eyes.The Marseille boss shifts—he doesn't like outsiders touching property trade.

"And Phase Two?" Minho asks coldly “Because no man walks into JEON’s court offering clean money twice.”

"But private military contracts via Eastern European corridors. Weapons procurement disguised as humanitarian aid shipments" A pause "Even Interpol won’t trace them."

Silence again—as if someone dropped a match in a gas-filled room.

"Interesting," Wooshik says slow—“But you’re not underworld born, So why should we trust foreign capital over blood?”

"Because blood rots," Henry counters fast—"Loyalty dies when family gets captured or bribed.” He glances briefly at Kim “I offer systems. Not men who break under torture or ego—Less emotional risk."

That last line hits wrong—like poison dipped in truth—

All feel it:He didn’t mean to,but he insulted me directly—

in front of everyone,about how much emotion controls what I do…

"Mr. Jeon's isn't the small one—" Wooshik mumbles—A sharp nudge cuts through the tension. "Ug-"

"Hey! Mind your language" Jisun hisses,—voice low but furious "You’re not fifteen in a back-alley pachinko parlor anymore."

Wooshik blinks—"What? I’m just saying—This France thing... it’s boss’s dream. Built with blood and fire. Not auctioned off to golden boys with spreadsheets."

Jisun rolls his eyes—but doesn’t disagree.

Louis clears his throat, stepping forward  "So, If anyone of you can be integrated under this territory… that is Mr. Kim."

Silence.

"What?! Why?" a voice snaps— younger captain from Lille who brought two dead rivals as proof of loyalty last week "Kim hasn’t even handed over full records! No audit! No surrender protocol!"

"This is injustice!" Another rises—this one older, Marseille ties:His fist slams down next to his pistol. "You hand leadership to a man who once sold information during the Seoul split?! You know what he did!"

Max stands up "It’s not your decision—it's our decision."

Wooshik cracking his knuckles silently,Jisun already checking if my glass needs refilling…

I don’t speak.I don’t have to.

Another second of silence… heavy… thick with fear and fury…

"Aahhhh- ahhhhh mmmphhh" loud moans echoes in my ears.

"You came here thinking power lives in guns and gangs?" Max steps forward—"No, Power lives where JEON looks—and stays alive only as long as we let it breathe."

"mmmphhh- Mmph-"

I clench my fist.

Then Kim finally speaks up—"I’ve fought wars no boy in this room knows by name," he says firmly “Lost brothers to rats and fire.” He looks straight at Henry “But I know loyalty when I see it. I submit—Not because you offer me rule—but because you are JEON.”

The room tenses again—

Too late though.I’m already gone—"AHHHH—AHHH—mmmpphh"I see her trembling on those sheets…her thighs soaked wet—not just from need…but from tears falling faster than pride can hide them…God help me—I will burn every deal tonight just so she screams it again tomorrow knowing exactly whose arms she wants.

"We are here to offer our gangs and everything... and you didn't give us a chance to explain ourselves!" one of the young snaps with long red hair.

"Quiet," Max snaps sharply "Your gangs mean nothing, Your loyalty means even less." He steps forward "You’re new. You're untested..."

It turns into chaos like it did earlier—voices rising, hands slamming, egos flaring—

A sharp inhale through my teeth and that whisper in my earbud is almost lost in the mayhem—

"AHHHH—AHHH"

"Ah... ah... f-fuuuck..."

She's louder now—so close, but I won't let my own desperation show, and yet—

The guy slams his palm on the table again "You act like we’re beggars at your door, but we came with loyalty in hand!"

"Loyalty?" Wooshik scoffs—"You don't announce loyalty like it's a press release." His voice cuts through the room like wire. "Real loyalty doesn't ask for permission to bleed."

Louis steps in  "You think Mr. Jeon built an empire by listening to every man who showed up with 'potential'?" He chuckles darkly. "No—he built it by silencing them."

The conversation continues like this—back and forths between them—angry arguments and sharp insults—all the while my heart thuds painfully inside my chest...

Her moans louder again in my ear... like she hears me listening...

"...And if you had five seconds alone with him," Wooshik mutters, thumb brushing over a scar on his neck—the one I gave him years ago for hesitation—"you’d be begging us not to let him near your spine."

The room freezes.

Yet none of that matters now—

because inside my skull?

Only her sound.

Loud.Raw.Unfiltered through earbuds burning against my ears.

Her legs are spread wider now—at the edge of the bed,toes curling into mattress, fingers work faster, juices dripping down inner thigh, soaking into white sheets…

...but not on me?

My fist clench, Why?—Why can’t I touch her?

Why am I sitting here ruling fools when she's moaning under a camera meant for protection,

She used it now just so I can watch her break without me?

She arches again—a soft cry escaping:

"Ah! Ahh… nngh…"

Then something shifts.

Her breath hitches.Her hand slows.

And suddenly…

she stops moving altogether, turns her head—and stares right into other hidden camera lens embedded in ceiling vent corner.

No fear.No shame.

Just accusation carved into wet lashes and trembling lips:

"I know you're watching."

My throat closes up.

Swallow—Can't breathe.Don’t care—

She sees me...Even when I hide...Even when I rule worlds...The moans builds again low in throat before spilling out—but this time slower—as if making herself louder just so I hear clearly how empty it is without real hands touching her skin.

My body tenses—from chest to cock throbbing painfully beneath suit pants still unopened but ready to burn cities down just so it screams inside her once more.

She's coming.

With tears.

With fury.

And all white sheets soak deep.

But not me—

"Boss—" Minho's voice call, maybe noticing how rigid I’ve gone.

I touch the screen—trace her trembling thigh, her arched back, the way her body convulses under pleasure and pain tangled together.

She’s still staring at the camera.

"Ahhh… ahhh… please…"

Her voice breaks—raw, wet, mine—"Mmphhh… nngh—!"

Another wave hits—her toes curl violently, fingers clenching in the soaked sheets as her hips buck once without control—

"Mmpphhhh!"

Then softer…

"Ahhhh ohh god—"

A prayer.A curse.A surrender I wasn't invited to—but forced to witness anyway.

My breath comes sharp–Heavy. Trapped behind teeth I can’t unclench.Sweat drips from my temple down my neck.Chest rising too fast.Heart hammering like it wants out of this suit,this room, these rules that keep me oceans apart from being inside her."AHHHH—AHHH"

Cock throbs painfully beneath—pulse matching every gasp she makes through earbuds burning in skull:one twitch with each "please,"

Im silent at the end.

No sound coming.No orders barked.No glass shattered yet.

Just me—frozen. Breathing too hard. Fist pressed between legs now—not hiding it anymore—as if pressing down will stop how much I want to fly across continents just to replace those fingers with my tongue—to taste her sweat,claim her moans, make sure no shadow or screen ever separates us again when she falls apart…

"Boss—" again reality slams back "They're waiting for your answer."

The fools still around the table shift restlessly—gang leaders itching for decisions on territory splits, investors wanting contracts signed, empires needing bloodlines drawn…who think power means guns and money and borders controlled by fear...

When real power?

Is lying half-naked on rumpled sheets three thousand miles away begging one man—the only man who can never truly have her—to stop watching…

and start being there.

"AHHHH—AHHH"My vision blurs—all I see is her leg shaking as final waves roll through,a sob escaping after climax hits full force…

"Boss?—What's your opinion on this?" Wooshik's voice floats around somewhere.

I gulp—throat dry as ash.

Cock head rubs against the underwear—once, maddeningly—I bite my cheek— Fuck. It’s not just hard. It’s straining, vein pulsing beneath zipper like it’s trying to escape the prison I built for it.

"Should we include Mr. Kim?" Minho's question cuts across the distance— "Or you want to extend this process further?Bring in Seoul ops first?"

No.

No I can't.I can’t answer.

Can’t look at them.Can’t even breathe right Now.

pants pull almost unnaturally tight.

No—not now.Not when I can hear her breath still through earbud—just like before…

Every eye in that room is on me now.They know.They feel it—the shift in air when a king gets dethroned by memory and lust—"AHHHH—AHH—"

Another deep twitch, a sharp pulse down my shaft—

"—Boss, should we—"

I shut my phone with a snap—screen going dark mid-moan feed—rip earbuds free and move fast through dark hallway-— heading for any door that leads away from these fools and their greed for power, territory and profits…

Finally. Bathroom door—half open. I shove in and slam it shut—

I need to take care of this first.

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