By Zephyria 
Eun-myeong lay sprawled on the bed, limbs extended. In that position, he simply blinked his eyes open and shut, like a stuffed toy.
Huu, huu. He could feel heat behind him. It was coming from the man. Not a single fingertip was touching him, but he could feel the shhh, shhh of breath exhaling against the nape of his neck.
‘Pee, go on, pee.’
He remembered the unbearably embarrassing thing he had done. Because the man had rubbed his genitals against his buttocks so much, his skin felt as if it were burning hot. Perhaps the skin had been rubbed raw.
He had been feeling the urge to urinate for a while now, and Eun-myeong was struggling to hold it in. He was afraid that the man might grab him and talk nonsense again, just like yesterday.
However, having finally reached his limit, he cautiously pushed his upper body up. Then, he stopped immediately. He checked the man’s reaction. He slowly peeled back the blanket and checked again; he swung his legs off the bed and checked once more.
Fortunately, the man’s eyes remained closed until he got up from the bed.
‘Phew.’
Letting out a sigh of relief inwardly, he quickly scurried away from the bed. He took a refreshing piss in the toilet and returned, only to hear:
“Did you go pitter-patter?”
…He was completely doomed. The man had woken up in the meantime and was leaning against the headboard. For someone who had just woken up, there wasn’t a hint of sleepiness in his voice or his gaze.
“Weren’t you asleep?”
Had he been pretending to sleep? He must have been listening to the sound of him going to the bathroom while holding his breath. Seriously, why is he such a pervert? Eun-myeong’s eyebrows drooped.
He wanted to fly away quickly and hide somewhere, but since they were sharing the same hotel room, that was impossible. Moreover, the man was so hulking that this spacious room felt narrow.
“Your buttocks are stinging, aren’t they?”
He put a cigarette in his mouth.
“My cock is stiff too, since I poked you so much. I almost lost my dick.”
As the man stood up from the bed, the mattress let out a loud, complaining creak, as if it were dying. Ignoring it, he walked with heavy steps and picked up the phone.
“Ah, I’d like to request a massage service here.”
The man slowly licked his lips with his tongue. Like a snake flicking its tongue, he sucked on his lips openly as if for Eun-myeong to see.
“No, I’ll be the only one receiving it, but I think I’ll need two people.”
After a slight pause, the man swallowed hard.
“Since my body isn’t exactly small. I’ll see you soon then.”
The Boss sprawled his tattooed body across the sofa. Two adult men clung to his body, which looked like a boulder scorched hot by the sun. They rubbed and kneaded the angry muscles with supple hands.
“Mm.”
The man receiving the massage seemed very satisfied, occasionally letting out a languid moan.
Is it really that refreshing? Eun-myeong sat to one side like a discarded puppy, his eyes rolling around. The way he read the room made him look as if he had been slapped on the nose by a human hand.
“Boss, um, there’s something I want to tell you.”
“I’ll turn over now.”
After hesitating for a long time, he finally managed to part his lips, but it happened to be the exact moment the masseuse spoke. Eun-myeong’s words were completely buried. So, his eyes rolled around again.
Did he hear me? Eun-myeong gauged the atmosphere like a puppy that needed to poop. Then, he abruptly continued.
“Since Noona has returned now, I think I should earn some money too.”
The man responded leisurely.
“You should, of course. You have to earn it until your bones break and you’re exhausted to pay back Mister’s debt.”
As he spoke, he pointed toward the masseuses with his eyes.
“Watch these hyungs and learn well.”
The two men were massaging each shoulder one by one. The man’s brow furrowed deeply, seemingly from the relief. It seemed like a significant amount of hand strength was required.
Eun-myeong was naturally weak, his stamina was trash, and his ability to acquire new skills was poor. He didn’t even know how hard it had been at first to get used to the work at the sashimi restaurant.
Come to think of it, the sashimi restaurant…. At the thought that flashed through his mind, Eun-myeong lowered his eyes to the floor.
“What… what happened to the sashimi restaurant?”
Guilt pressed down on his chest like the lid of a jar.
“The aunties there, and Hyo-jin Noona and the uncles, they probably haven’t received a single cent of their wages.”
“While you’re eating, sleeping, and shitting like a beggar clinging to the earth, you’re also curious about how other idiots are living?”
The man criticized and mocked him relentlessly. Eun-myeong became unbearably ashamed. The mocking words, suggesting that someone living like that had no right to worry about others, felt as if they were peeling off his skin.
How could every word he spoke be so foul? Even if someone chewed on a rag used to wipe a table after serving ten customers, their words wouldn’t be this dirty.
“Because it’s the place I’ve worked my whole life.”
Eun-myeong muttered in a voice like a faint mist.
“What a terrifyingly busy life.”
As the man leisurely sat up, the masseuse tapped his shoulders with the edges of their hands. He cracked his neck from side to side with a pop, pop.
“As for the sashimi restaurant, I already sold it off. Because it went bankrupt.”
Bank… rupt…. Eun-myeong chewed over that word quietly, like a walnut kernel.
The sashimi restaurant owner’s financial capacity had certainly been solid. Counting banknotes was her joy, and wealth was her lifelong companion. She had shown no sign of being chased by money.
Which meant….
Eun-myeong glanced at the man. He suspected that this Boss had reached out his hand. Thinking of the restaurant family who must have been blindsided without knowing anything made him unbearably distressed.
“Then my Noona…, what happened to her?”
The man only rolled his eyes. It was a movement that felt as if it would make a creak sound. The man gazed intently at Eun-myeong.
Looking like a lost dog, he has the nerve to worry about others. Did he have udon noodles clumped together instead of a brain? He couldn’t be more foolish.
“The debt Lee Eun-joo originally had was only 20 million at most.”
“Yes, yes….”
“Since that’s the debt Lee Eun-joo originally incurred, it’s right for that woman to pay it back.”
“Yeees.”
Eun-myeong nodded slowly. He could tell the man was about to say something. Then, he quickly added:
“I’m good at delivery work, and I’m very good at working at the sashimi restaurant, and I’m good at managing the counter too.”
He listed them off one by one while gauging the man’s mood.
“And?”
“And.”
Now that his creativity had hit its limit, Eun-myeong bit his lip.
“And….”
His small, red, plump lips fluttered repeatedly. They opened and closed with a chop, chop sound. The man tilted his head exaggeratedly at this.
“Is that all?”
“I-I’m also very good at casting nets, and I was praised for working well at the convenience store, and I’m good at cooking and I clean very thoroughly.”
He added words desperately, sweating profusely. Seeing him try to protect his sister no matter what, the man licked his lips and pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
It felt as if the sensation of the soft hairs from the moment that small thing had sucked his cock was still remaining in his mouth. That, too, had been for the sake of his sister.
Hadn’t it been said that they didn’t share a single drop of blood? The man let his dirty imagination run wild regarding Eun-myeong. This was something that should be shoved in without even a hint of a woman’s presence.
Looking at that limp cock, he would likely live his whole life unable to function as a man. He’d be lucky if he didn’t get a hernia. Tsk, the man clicked his tongue leisurely.
“And I think I should go back home now.”
“Home?”
Ahaha, the man laughed, his chest shaking. He shook so much that the sofa seemed to slide with a creak, creak.
“Where is the home for Baby to go back to?”
The man narrowed his eyes as if he truly didn’t understand.
“Ah, the one you smashed?”
The man curved his eyebrows as if feeling sorry.
“Yes, that one….”
Eun-myeong’s face became gloomy. Of course, it would be that place. Where else would he have a home? That was the only place he could call home.
“Where is the home for Baby to go back to? Shouldn’t you come whenever I call you promptly?”
The scathing words felt as if they were slicing through the tips of Eun-myeong’s rounded ears.
“Anyway, know that if you’re caught wandering around outside recklessly, you’ll get your buttocks spanked.”
The firm conclusion seemed to completely extinguish Eun-myeong’s will. Eun-myeong’s lower lip poked out slightly.
“The massage is finished.”
The masseuse put a robe on the man. Having finished the job, they stepped back with a greeting. Eun-myeong quickly cleared the way for them.
In that moment, he had simply taken one step back, but a tingling pain shot up through the soles of his feet.
“Ugh….”
Eun-myeong bit his lip due to muscle pain. Then, the masseuse next to him asked Eun-myeong:
“Would the customer also like a massage?”
“M-me?”
It was the first time he had received such an offer. Embarrassingly, they were very kind. Flustered, Eun-myeong quickly shook his head. His cheeks became limp, like a piece of well-kneaded rice cake.
“No, I’m very ticklish, so my back is….”
Out of sheer shyness, he shrank his neck like a turtle whose head had been touched.
“Then it’s fine to just receive a foot massage.”
Just the feet…?
Tempted, Eun-myeong gauged the man’s reaction. The man was simply watching Eun-myeong while leaning back. It was a gaze as if he wanted to see how he would behave.
Uh, uhhh…. What should I do.
Eun-myeong, who had never refused a request in his life, hesitated.
“I’ll prepare warm water for you right away.”
The masseuse placed a washbasin filled with warm water down. Eun-myeong awkwardly sat on the sofa and dipped his feet in the warm water.
“How is the temperature?”
“It’s… good. It’s warm.”
He felt very good because it was warm. The masseuse gently scrubbed his feet with a salt-like powder. He watched with curiosity, but it became so ticklish that he curled his toes.
Then, when the ticklishness crossed the line, his calf suddenly snapped straight, splashing the water. On his smooth calf, a tiny calf muscle formed.
“Hu, huh, I’m sorry.”
As Eun-myeong didn’t know what to do because water had splashed onto the masseuse’s upper arm, the man waved his hand, saying it was fine.
“It’s alright, these are the clothes I wear for work. You seem to be feeling refreshed.”
“Yes….”
Blushing, Eun-myeong curled his toes quietly so as not to make another mistake.
It was then that the man, who had been observing the scene like a movie, intervened. A long arm pulled Eun-myeong toward him.
“If you like it, try a full body massage too.”
Take off your top, he whispered in his ear. Eun-myeong squirmed.
“N-no….”
How could he take off his clothes? His upper body would be a mess. Eun-myeong studied his expression. He looked like someone whose mood had turned sour. His eyes, which usually would have been half-closed, were stiffly fixed.
Why is he angry? Eun-myeong bit his lower lip hard. Was he angry because he was being lazy yet only wanted the good things?
Indeed, eating delicious food and sleeping comfortably in such a nice place while failing to prove his worth in money—it was understandable that he would be angry.
“Um, I’m fine.”
Eun-myeong gently pulled his feet away. The masseuse smiled slightly as he released Eun-myeong’s feet.
“Then we’ll see you next time.”
Eun-myeong also jumped up and bowed his head in return to the people who greeted him politely. Once the two left the room, the room, which had been briefly bustling, became quiet again.
As Eun-myeong let out a small sigh, he heard a clatter! from behind. Soon after, he felt a dampness on his ankle. Wondering what it was, he looked back to find the hotel floor completely soaked.
“Oh dear.”
The man spoke in a monotone, like he was reading a textbook.
“I’ve made a mistake.”
At that, Eun-myeong trembled violently.
“I’ll clean it up right away.”
Now was the time to show the experience he had gained from mopping at the sashimi restaurant.
While Eun-myeong was quickly bringing a towel to wipe the water, he felt a gaze from somewhere. Looking back, the man was glaring at Eun-myeong with a terrifying glint in his eyes.
“You’re so anxious because you can’t prove your worth.”
Eun-myeong stood up, holding the soaked towel in his hand. Water dripped from the fabric.
The man gazed at that face leisurely. Looking at him like that reminded him of when they first met at the sashimi restaurant.
“Do you want to go back to the sashimi restaurant?”
He had looked up at him with those innocent eyes, his waist loosely tied with an apron.
“Then try going back.”
He cannot let go of that kind of life and is obsessed with a woman who doesn’t share a single drop of blood. A life clinging to the ground to eat. Once he goes back, he will realize painfully how much of a mire it was.
Without lasting long, he will rub his moist nose against the back of his hand and whimper, begging to be taken back into his arms.
And so, the man granted an outing to the stray dog he had kept on a leash.