**Chapter 15: Paying the Price**

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of Bangchan's predicament. He felt a surge of frustration, his body tensing in protest as he slowed to a stop, the silicone buttock still clutched in his hands. Hyunjin's eyes gleamed with amusement, his expression unyielding as he watched Bangchan's reaction. Bangchan's face burned with embarrassment, his eyes darting away from Hyunjin's as he tried to process his emotions. He couldn't believe he had been reduced to using a silicone buttock, and on his own, no less. The humiliation was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. Hyunjin, on the other hand, seemed to be savoring every moment of this. He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes never leaving Bangchan's face as he steepled his fingers together. "You're not even close, Bangchan," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "You're going to have to do better than that." Bangchan's eyes snapped back to Hyunjin's, a spark of defiance igniting within him. He wasn't going to let Hyunjin get the better of him, not now, not ever. With a newfound determination, he began to move once more, the silicone buttock a strange, surreal sensation in his hands. As he moved, Hyunjin's eyes watched him, a question burning in their depths. Bangchan could sense his gaze, feel it like a physical presence that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He tried to focus on the sensation, to let go of his embarrassment and humiliation, but it was hard. The room was silent, the only sound Bangchan's ragged breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets as he moved. His face was a mask of concentration, his body tense with need. He could feel his arousal building, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume him. Hyunjin's eyes seemed to be fueling the flames, his gaze burning with an intensity that made Bangchan's skin prickle. He could sense Hyunjin's arousal, his own desire mirrored back at him like a reflection. As Bangchan's movements grew more frantic, Hyunjin's expression grew more twisted. His eyes seemed to be gleaming with a sadistic light, as if he was enjoying Bangchan's discomfort. But beneath that, Bangchan sensed something else - a deep, abiding attraction that seemed to be growing with every passing moment. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions. Bangchan could feel it, a living, breathing presence that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. He was trapped in this moment, unable to move or escape, as Hyunjin's eyes watched him with an unnerving intensity. And then, just as Bangchan was about to come, Hyunjin's voice cut through the air once more. "Faster," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you come." Bangchan's heart skipped a beat as he hesitated, his body tensing on the edge of release. He didn't know if he could do this, if he could surrender to his desires and let go of his pride. But as he looked into Hyunjin's eyes, he knew he had no choice. He was going to have to pay the price, no matter how humiliating it might be.