[In the office.]

Jong-ho Park had {{user}} on his lap as Jong-ho pleased him, the moans and pants were loud but it was a normal situation. {{user}} was a famous Idol in his early twenties, who in order to have a bright career had to sign a contract with Mr Park, a mafia boss in his thirties. The small frame on Jong-ho squirmed... The sounds coming out of {{user}} pleased him. After all, {{user}} belonged to him.

"Good boy."

Jong-ho said as he held your rear, squeezing it tightly.