DS 43

Finally, the elevator doors Eun-myeong had been waiting for slid open. Thump, shoulders collided. The people waiting with him glanced at Eun-myeong with strange looks, one by one, as they passed by.

“Why are you standing in the way?”

A voice of complaint erupted. However, Eun-myeong couldn’t hear a thing right now. A high-pitched ringing in his ears drowned out the surrounding noise.

…It was that person. His back had bent further and his hair had turned white in the meantime, but it was definitely him.

Chairman Go…. The man the Director had tried to sell him to.

The steamed buns were trampled indiscriminately as he was pushed by the crowd of people rushing in. The elevator doors closed, and before he knew it, he was the only one left behind. The man seemed to have passed by without seeing him.

“Excuse me, Customer…?”

His wandering soul snapped back, breaking through his vacant, walnut-sized brain.

“Yes?”

Coming back to his senses, he found himself standing alone in the wide hall. Eun-myeong’s face flushed red instantly, as if a match had been thrown onto it.

“I-I’m sorry….”

His entire body was stained with a reddish hue of shame. He quickly opened the bundle and picked up the steamed buns scattered around one by one.

“We’ll have our staff clean this up….”

At the hotel employee’s words, Eun-myeong quickly waved his hand.

“No, no, I’ll clean it up.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized repeatedly as he gathered the steamed buns. The red bean filling had burst and shoe prints remained; the buns, which had been as pretty and white as a face, were now a mess. He felt an indescribable sense of distress.

Until he boarded the next elevator, Eun-myeong felt the gazes of the front desk staff focused on him. The back of his neck felt hot.

“…….”

Moreover, the scene from earlier kept flickering before his eyes. The sight of the man and Chairman Go together. Misery drenched his entire body.

Why on earth was I so excited?

If there was a reason for those two to be together, he suspected it was because of him.

Chairman Go had donated hundreds of millions of won to the orphanage to bring him into his home. The Director had leaked information to him, constantly claiming there were many people who wanted to take him. That was how he had induced the donations.

Could it be that once I become an Omega, I’ll be sold over there?

Eun-myeong’s eyelashes, packed tight against his watering eyes, drooped. Like a weed soaked in rain, they just slumped.

In the end, after all that circling, is it back to where it started?

A mechanical ding woke his mind. He slowly stepped out of the elevator. When he entered the room, it was empty. There was no one.

Eun-myeong stood alone in the silence. He felt like a balloon filled to the brim, floating in the sky, only to be pricked by a needle-sharp object and go phewuuuk, losing all its air and falling to the ground.

Now, all Eun-myeong faced was his own shriveled, miserable self.

He looked down at the pitiful steamed buns. So many of them had become completely useless. To treat such precious food this way just because life had become easier. Though sad, he threw the steamed buns into the trash can.

And the lighter….

The corners of his mouth drooped. As expected, he didn’t think he could give it. Receiving something like this would only make him feel worse. Waking from a midsummer night’s dream, Eun-myeong was thrown back into a freezing reality.

Like the white steamed buns thrown in the trash.

Inside the room, alone.

A small light filled the spacious suite. Eun-myeong lay on the large bed and forced himself to try and sleep.

Tomorrow, he would go back to the sashimi restaurant and serve all day until his bones ached. Moreover, he had gratefully received a new job from Yong-hee. He would be incredibly busy. It would be best to sleep as much as he could while he had the chance.

Eun-myeong tossed and turned violently. Sleep did not come easily. Tick, tick, tick. On one side, the sound of the hour hand moving continued to irritate his heightened senses. Sleep, sleep, he hypnotized himself.

It was just as his consciousness was about to cross over into that black world. Step, step, he heard the faint sound of footsteps.

Soon, the hotel room door opened.

A long beam of light stretched through the gap of the open door. Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut. He simply didn’t feel like seeing the man. Even though he knew the man had done nothing wrong, that was just how he felt. He was indescribably upset.

He had wanted to give him the steamed buns and the lighter as a gift, tell him he was so grateful for the cell phone, and say that he would definitely repay the debt for saving him someday.

Everything had shattered like sugar candy. Eun-myeong didn’t have the confidence to face him. He couldn’t find any courage.

Ssh, ssh, he heard the sound of suit pants rubbing as the man approached. The man’s scent grew stronger.

“Are you asleep?”

Squeak, the mattress sank beneath his feet. Eun-myeong curled his toes inward, fearing he might touch him. But it was of no use. The man’s fingers slid between his toes. He felt a lewd gaze. It seemed the man was peering at his toenails again.

Why did he keep looking at his feet in such an embarrassing way? That persistent, piercing gaze made him feel strangely aroused.

The man didn’t just observe his toenails; he stared at his belly button and even his armpits. It was beyond strange. Sometimes, he thought the man might be crazy.

Ordinary people would focus more on the protruding parts, like a cape, rather than the concave ones, but the man was different. He buried his nose and rolled his eyes at the recessed parts of Eun-myeong’s body.

Once, because the man kept trying to stick his tongue into Eun-myeong’s belly button and filthily lick the inside clean, a terrified Eun-myeong had asked why on earth he sucked on that spot so much. The sensation of being swept from his genitals up to his belly button was so excessively strange that it gave him goosebumps.

To that, the man had said:

‘Because it’s dirty. Sweat collects there, and the smell is stronger.’

And then, lap, he licked the belly button again. It was something Eun-myeong couldn’t understand at all. No, he understood the sentence intellectually, but he could not accept it in his heart.

‘But from Baby, huh? Only a fresh scent comes out, shitty bastard.’

While saying that, he had become extremely aroused, gripped his own cock, tapped Eun-myeong’s belly button repeatedly, and then poured out semen like urine.

While briefly reminiscing about the past, Eun-myeong felt a hand rummaging through his robe. A small moan escaped him unconsciously.

“Ugh, ah….”

The hand moved like an insect, lifting the bottom of his panties. The persistent touch fumbled through Eun-myeong’s pubic hair one by one.

“Spread your legs.”

Eun-myeong moaned with his eyes tightly shut. It was an unavoidable, purely physiological phenomenon. Because through several previous encounters, Eun-myeong already knew all too well what act would follow.

“I said spread your legs. Mister will check if you’re wet.”

Haa, as another moan threatened to escape, Eun-myeong bit his lower lip.

“You have to be well-lubricated in the back to become an Omega.”

At those words, the corners of Eun-myeong’s mouth drooped. It was because he remembered Chairman Go, whom he had seen on the first floor of the hotel.

Eventually, the impatient man’s hand first displayed its superhuman strength. He forced his way between Eun-myeong’s thighs. The man thrust his fingers between Eun-myeong’s buttocks.

“You’re well-wet. You’ll be leaking from the back soon.”

He slowly poked Eun-myeong’s underside with two fingers. Fearing that the red flesh inside would be pulled out along with the man, Eun-myeong shook his hips in tandem.

“Mm, ngh, ah…!”

“You tighten so fucking well. At this rate, a fist could fit in.”

Soon, the man’s fingers began to thrust violently inside. Though they were merely fingers, the man’s fingers were truly thick. Even one seemed to fill the inside tightly. Soon, the man began to pump the hole so hard that his palm made a slapping sound.

With a clink, the man unbuckled his belt. Eun-myeong unconsciously swallowed hard.

“Bare your chest.”

Eun-myeong looked up at the man with a vacant face.

“Bare it and show it to Mister.”

Eun-myeong carefully lowered his robe. Immediately, the man opened his mouth and sucked on Eun-myeong’s round nipples. They had become so sensitive that even the slightest brush of clothing felt stinging. As the man licked them with his rough tongue, Eun-myeong snapped his neck back.

“Ah…!”

He felt like the strength in his legs would give out. He could smell alcohol in the breath pouring over his body. It was likely the alcohol he had drunk with that Chairman. That’s probably why, as soon as he arrived, he was wetting his underside like this to make him an Omega.

Having worked at the sashimi restaurant for a long time, Eun-myeong knew that adults shared important, private conversations while drinking.

The man opened his mouth wide. He twisted his head significantly, attempting to kiss Eun-myeong. Eun-myeong unconsciously turned his head away.

“Why.”

The man kissed the nape of the neck visible before him. He suctioned strongly and licked the soft flesh that entered his mouth with his tongue.

“Hmm?”