By Zephyria 
“Where’d he go?”
He heard a mutter.
For a moment, the world blurred before his eyes. Eun-myeong deliberately held his breath. He quickly tried to recall how he had left the table.
It was the worst-case scenario. The stew was still on the stove, only the gas turned off, and the liquor bottles were left half-finished. To anyone looking, it was a clear sign that someone had been there just moments ago.
What should I do, what should I do?
Eun-myeong fidgeted anxiously. If he could, he truly wanted to crawl back into the locker room. He bit his lower lip hard.
In the silence, the man’s eyes curved suggestively.
“I’m calling you,” the man murmured, his lips barely moving.
Eun-myeong looked down at himself.
Faint moonlight was filtering through a tiny window. The soft threads of his stockings reflected the pale light, shimmering subtly.
And then there was his protruding crotch. The fabric was damp and clung to him, feeling sticky and wet.
What a low-life, perverted sight. Auntie would be absolutely appalled. It would be a hundred—no, ten million times better if she just suspected he was in some sort of relationship with his Noona.
As Eun-myeong pressed his palm firmly over his mouth, the man lifted the hem of Eun-myeong’s apron. Rolling it up to his thighs, the man scanned the legs clad only in stockings and moved his hips with a wet, slapping sound.
To anyone listening, it sounded exactly like someone scrubbing a mop in water.
The red apron fluttered up and down, and the sound of crotches colliding echoed—pang, pang.
“Ugh…”
Eun-myeong trembled, fighting back a moan.
Soon, the sound of footsteps approached. Fortunately, it seemed the person had found their hat; he heard the sound of the shop door slamming shut as they left. As the tension snapped and he felt himself about to collapse,
“Aha!”
As if everything until now had been a mere tease, the man began to thrust in earnest. He pinned Eun-myeong tightly against the door and started pounding into him.
The way he split the buttocks and shoved inside—it didn’t feel like a human organ. In both shape and size, it felt like that of an animal.
The tension he had been holding in his body dissipated, and the urethral area was repeatedly stimulated by the friction of the stockings. The delicate skin of the glans was rubbed indiscriminately. Feeling as though he might burst into urination at any second, Eun-myeong had to stay tense, his thighs twisted together.
“Why?” the man asked, noticing something was off.
“It’s nothing,” Eun-myeong denied desperately, shaking his head as cold sweat broke out. He tried to cover his crotch with both hands, but it was useless.
His swollen cock was thrusting upward, stiff. Transparent fluid leaked slowly through the tight weave of the stockings.
Eun-myeong braced his calves, trying to endure the terrifying urge to urinate.
“I get it.”
However, a voice of utter gloom wrapped around his ear.
“You need to pee.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Are you sure it’s not?”
The man flicked the reddened, sausage-like member with the back of his hand. Stimulated, Eun-myeong jumped, his legs trembling. He almost let the floodgates open right then and there.
“Not that? Who are you trying to tease into a frenzy?”
Without pulling out, the man hoisted Eun-myeong up and stood. He then walked out of the cramped room and down the narrow hallway.
Screeech. He opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. It was a gloomy space with the lights off. In the mirror, Eun-myeong could see the man clinging to his back.
“Now, go pee.”
The man violently tore the crotch area of the stockings, exposing Eun-myeong’s cock. When he slid a fingernail into the indentation at the tip of the glans and scratched it lightly, Eun-myeong’s calves shuddered.
“Ugh, hah!”
Soon, with a trickling sound, a stream of urine began to pour into the toilet. Having done this once before, he gave up quickly.
But then, the man moved his hips from behind and slammed Eun-myeong forward.
“Ugh, hng!”
It was a violent and merciless force. Eun-myeong almost slammed his knees into the toilet. Thump, thump—every time he was hammered from behind, the stream of urine grew thicker, pouring into the toilet. It was indescribably humiliating. The loud sound bounced off the tiled walls of the old bathroom, ringing noisily in Eun-myeong’s ears.
“Stop, hng, stop!”
He reached back to try and push the man’s thighs away, but he was relentless. Muscles as hard as stone tightened and released, writhing wildly.
The man gripped Eun-myeong’s wrists as if they were handcuffed and shoved his member deep between the buttocks.
“Ugh, hng…!”
Eventually, following the stream of urine, Eun-myeong reached ejaculation. A pleasure so intense it made his whole body shiver felt as if it would burst like a balloon in his head.
The man bit firmly into the nape of Eun-myeong’s neck and thrust inside with a wet, squelching sound. Eun-myeong was hammered from behind, wearing stockings that were now completely ruined at the bottom hole.
“Kh…!”
Finally, the man ejaculated with a beastly groan.
* * *
The next day. When he hesitantly went to the shop, Auntie asked about yesterday as if she had been waiting.
“Did something happen yesterday?”
She wondered why he hadn’t cleared the table, crunching on roughly chopped radish.
“Ah, that… I was too drunk yesterday. I left without clearing it. I’m sorry, Auntie.”
Eun-myeong blurted out the excuse he had prepared. Meanwhile, he glanced at Auntie’s expression.
The man was a true heavyweight who drank like a fish, but yesterday, there had been at most two bottles on the table. He worried his lie might be caught.
“Right, well done. Honestly, you have to get these guys drunk to see their true character.”
Unexpectedly, he ended up receiving a compliment.
“Ah, yes, heh, haha.”
Eun-myeong laughed awkwardly. Seeing how pleased Auntie was, the guilt of lying began to prick at his insides.
While serving, he stepped into the bathroom once the crowd had thinned. Bathrooms, once they start getting dirty, become a bottomless pit of filth, so they had to be maintained properly.
It was a place he cleaned every day, but perhaps because of what happened yesterday, the nape of his neck felt hot and flushed.
Especially when he entered the last stall at the very end, a tide of self-loathing washed over him.
How could he have done such a thing with a man in a place like this? He truly wasn’t in his right mind.
He had opened the window for ventilation and was scrubbing the floor when he heard footsteps outside.
At first, he thought it was a customer. There was a gloomy alleyway nearby where customers often went to smoke.
“Jok-myeong.”
But the voice echoing off the tiles was certainly not unfamiliar. As if possessed, Eun-myeong slowly stood up. The wet mop fell with a loud clatter.
No way. No way.
“You must’ve been bored without Hyung, right?”
A face suddenly appeared at the window, and Eun-myeong let out a silent scream inside.
It was Jjangja.
Sitting with one leg up on the table, Jjangja was moving his utensils frantically. Without even using a ladle, he shoved a spoon straight into the boiling spicy fish stew.
“Where are you living? Where’d you pitch your tent?”
Eun-myeong simply stood to the side, clutching his apron tightly in his hand. The other sashimi restaurant employees were already frowning, looking completely fed up.
Apparently, this wasn’t the first time. Auntie Jeong-hye, saying she was sick to death of him, clicked her tongue and left him with a large heap of kimchi.
Jjangja acted like a total bastard, just like his father, the sashimi restaurant owner, but it seemed his family’s bankruptcy and subsequent poverty were enough to earn some sympathy.
“The house is a fucking mess,” Jjangja babbled, stuffing more kimchi into his mouth. He spoke with his mouth open, not even swallowing properly. He would surely be shocked to learn that Eun-myeong was staying at the best hotel in town.
“Hyung, why did you come here?”
Jjangja’s gluttonous eating slowed down.
“Why? Is this somewhere I can’t come? This is my old man’s shop, so why the fuck can’t I come here, you piece of shit?”
Making a baseless argument, he put his mouth to the opening of a water bottle and tilted his head back sharply. Water poured gushing into his mouth.
Eun-myeong let out a sigh of disgust internally, thinking that water bottle absolutely had to be thrown away. It would be a disaster if a customer used it and caught norovirus.
“Hey, raid the fridge for me.”
“What…?—”
Jjangja grabbed Eun-myeong’s apron and yanked him forward. Eun-myeong’s thigh slammed hard against a corner. With his naturally delicate skin, a bruise was inevitable.
“There are drugs here, I know everything, you retard.”
However, the words that came out of Jjangja’s mouth made him instantly forget the pain in his body.
He wondered how the hell this guy knew, but then figured that since the sashimi restaurant owner was involved with drugs, Jjangja must have found out.
“There aren’t any more. The new Boss overhauled everything when he took over.”
When Eun-myeong timidly resisted, Jjangja wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as if it were a joke.
“The little dog is actually barking back now?”
Then, he clenched his fist and punched Eun-myeong hard in the lower abdomen. Eun-myeong recoiled, gasping in pain.
“What the hell does this crazy bastard think he’s doing?”
As he shouted curses, the nearby customers showed their discomfort. They didn’t say anything openly, but they sent glancing looks.
“That old fuck of a bastard ran off without a word, fuck, I don’t have a single cent.”
Jjangja still didn’t know ‘the’ fact. The fact that his father was no longer of this world.
Eun-myeong closed his eyes, feeling his thoughts tangle into a complex knot. The folds of his brain were so entwined that he had no idea where to even begin unraveling them.