By Zephyria 
“Ugh, ngh, ah.”
Eun-myeong let out a series of moans, shrinking his neck back. While the man remained fully clothed, Eun-myeong had somehow ended up completely naked, without a single thread on his body.
It was unfair; he felt that everything was unfair and unjust.
He felt so resentful toward the man. He knew the man had done nothing wrong, yet the lingering sorrow that dampened his heart was something Eun-myeong couldn’t help. And he himself, unable to reject the man and accepting him with his body…
“Pl-please don’t bite my neck.”
Tomorrow was the day he was meeting Yong-hee; if any marks on his body were discovered, he would be beyond embarrassed.
“You can’t leave marks where they’re visible.”
The man ignored him, acting recklessly. Instead, letting out a growling moan, he began to bite Eun-myeong painfully with his molars.
Eun-myeong quickly brought up the main point while he still had a shred of reason left.
“Boss, and also, I, ngh, haa, I think I’ll be late tomorrow, ngh!”
The man flipped Eun-myeong over. Eun-myeong lay flat on the bed, his cheek crushed against the sheets. It was a position that left his hips thrust high in the air, exposing his private parts completely to the man.
It was truly embarrassing.
He hated this position. It felt as if it were for the sole purpose of sexual intercourse itself. Eun-myeong tried to turn his upper body back around, but the man’s large palm pressed firmly down on his spine.
“Ugh, ack!”
His slender arms gave way instantly. Eun-myeong ended up pinned flat against the bed. The man gripped Eun-myeong’s pelvis and forced his hips even higher.
“Sexy. I like it.”
His waist was pushed down low, and his buttocks were thrust sharply backward.
“Lift your hole higher.”
The man began pounding inside him at a staggering speed that was impossible to keep up with.
“Ah, ngh! It’s t-too fast, ngh.”
Pinned beneath him, Eun-myeong let out small, scream-like moans, “Ugh, hng.” Not wanting the sounds to be heard, he had bunched up the duvet and stuffed it into his mouth, but the man caught him.
The man kicked the duvet away. The innocent blanket spilled entirely off the bed. Thump, thump, thump! Ah, haa, ngh! Inside the hotel room, Eun-myeong’s shrill screams and the man’s beastly groans mingled and flowed.
Fluids splashed here and there, and the bed creaked as if it were about to break. Pheromones tangled chaotically, emitting an indescribably erotic scent.
“Haa, haa!”
Since they were only rubbing their lower bodies together without sharing any warmth, Eun-myeong felt a sense of self-loathing pierce through his mind, separate from the surging pleasure. There was significantly less foreplay and skinship than usual.
Eun-myeong turned only his head to stare at the man. Even then, his buttocks were being messily pounded, causing his vision to blur and shake.
The man was overly excited, preoccupied only with thrusting into him. The area beneath the man’s flushed eyes looked excessively lustful.
Eun-myeong looked at the man’s chest. He was still wearing a beige suit vest, and because he was putting so much strength into moving his hips, his chest had expanded to the point where the buttons looked as if they might pop off.
That was the embrace. The one that had rescued him from the ship, held him, and shared warmth.
“Ah, ngh, ung!”
The scenes that had kept Eun-myeong awake for days with fluttering eyes were now clumped together like pieces of tissue soaked in damp, humid water.
Could you just hold me once, just once? Eun-myeong wished inwardly. Even if it was an absurd greed, couldn’t he do that just once?
He could have raised his upper body first and reached out to the man, but Eun-myeong didn’t. No, he couldn’t.
It wasn’t a matter of pride; it felt like the final line the man had drawn. He shouldn’t arbitrarily lean and depend on the kindness the man had shown him… I’ve been greedy and rude again, Eun-myeong blamed himself.
Being like this, they truly seemed like dogs in heat. A relationship with no affection, no emotion.
Soon, his mind went blank. Everything before his eyes crumbled into powder. Eun-myeong tightened his buttocks and ejaculated. Fluid flowed out wetly, dripping onto the bed.
Shortly after, the man collapsed onto his back, pouring a series of beastly groans into Eun-myeong’s ear.
“Haa, haa.”
In that state, the man grew in size once more. Thump, thump, thump; Eun-myeong was sandwiched and pounded between the man and the bed. The hip movements were too deep and too fast. Because he had just finished ejaculating, his body was excessively sensitive, yet the man moved his hips like a madman, as if he had no intention of showing mercy.
“Ah, ha, ung, too fast, ah, hng, slowly.”
Excessive pleasure was almost pain. Eun-myeong tried to shake his hips to match the man’s rhythm, but because the thrusting from behind was too strong and fast, he couldn’t even mimic it.
The man clinging to his back recklessly bit Eun-myeong’s cheek, sank his teeth into his nape, and acted however he pleased, smelling strongly of alcohol.
“Shitty bastard…”
He spat out curses indiscriminately. The man seemed to have completely lost his self-control once he was drunk.
And then, exactly two more times. The man changed positions and continued to pound inside Eun-myeong. As expected, it was an act no different from the mating of beasts, with all focus poured into insertion and ejaculation.
Only after slowly shaking his hips to squeeze out the last drop of semen did the man lift his upper body.
Eun-myeong watched the man’s back as he left the bed. Perhaps thinking of a cigarette, the man pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter he had never seen before from his jacket.
He smoked two in a row with relish. While keeping his eyes on Eun-myeong, who was sprawled on the bed, he sucked on the cigarettes.
“A total mess. Looks good.”
He muttered that with slurred pronunciation. He gripped Eun-myeong’s buttocks painfully once and then slapped them. Unlike Eun-myeong, whose body was a mess of bites and chews, the man was in his usual state, save for his undone pant zipper.
Eventually, he entered the bathroom. The light turned on inside, and the sound of rushing water could be heard.
Eun-myeong lay there with his limbs limp, still holding the man’s semen in his hole. He didn’t have the strength to move a finger, sprawled across the bed. He could feel his hole twitching, repeatedly spitting out the man’s semen.
Suddenly, Eun-myeong noticed his cheek was wet. He wiped it against the duvet. Since he often cried when the man pounded him like this, this was nothing.
With eyes stinging from crying, he glanced at the nightstand. There, a pack of cigarettes lay. And beside it, he saw the lighter. It was a very exquisite item, with a gold-plated snake coiled around the body of the lighter.
I’m glad I didn’t give him mine. He decided he would just throw the one he bought at the market into the trash tomorrow morning.
Whether it was the steamed buns or the lighter, he couldn’t give the man anything. The shoes he had painstakingly polished hadn’t met the man’s approval. Even if he had ironed the shirt, the man probably wouldn’t even know he did it.
Why am I so bad at everything? Eun-myeong felt resentful of his own inadequacy. His chest stung as if lemon juice had been squeezed onto an open wound.
Why does my stomach feel so tight… Wondering if he had indigestion, he tapped his solar plexus with his fist. It’s probably because I’m thinking about not being able to give him the lighter I spent five thousand won on. Because I wasted my money.
With a click, white smoke drifted from inside the bathroom. And at the appearance of a large shadow, Eun-myeong closed his eyes.
Step by step, large, wet soles of feet approached. With a creak, the man lay on the bed and pulled Eun-myeong close, trapping him in his embrace. Despite the fact that his whole body was covered in semen, the man didn’t seem to find it dirty, pressing his lips firmly against Eun-myeong’s temple as he pleased.
Eun-myeong let him do as he wished. He tried to think of other things, refusing to assign any meaning to the man’s actions.
I have to pay off the debt, the debt… That’s all the man wants from me. Eun-myeong intentionally belittled and hurt himself, tidying up the heart that seemed to be taking on complex colors.
He didn’t want to think any deeper than this. Because he was stupid and foolish. Anyway, thinking about it only brought up negative emotions.
As he closed his eyes, he remembered the steamed buns he had thrown in the trash earlier. The buns, which were originally a blank white, had become so filthy and black once shoe prints were left on them, with black bean paste leaking out.
Would I be any different? This was really nothing. Eun-myeong decided not to dwell on his own miserable state.