Honey Trap

'''"You know who I am, right?" "……." "I heard you were begging, offering your body in exchange for writing a piece." Yoon-woo gulped down a dry swallow. The slightly reddened nape of the man, Lee Han-gyeol, who had deeply bowed his head, kept stimulating his vision. Only a vulgar desire to immediately knock him down and violate him to his heart's content filled his mind. Since earlier, his rut symptoms had reached their limit, making his head throb to the point of aching. "So, in exchange for keeping my mouth shut……." He took one step closer to him. The faint scent he had caught earlier mingled with the man's own scent. It was a sweet fragrance, dizzyingly so, to the point of making him...