By Zephyria 
It was a life that had already been abandoned many times, yet he could never get used to it.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
When the man asked, Eun-myeong nodded with teary eyes. The man soon strode forward. As he passed through the main gate, he cracked his neck once to the left and once to the right.
Eun-myeong, who had been fidgeting behind him, stepped forward stealthily and clung to the gate.
Soon, the inside of the house became chaotic, and a scream rang out.
“Which son of a bitch is breaking into my house?”
Jjangja’s voice could be heard from inside. Having been beaten by him for several years, Eun-myeong knew the power of those fists and was terrified. Moreover, no matter how powerful the Boss was, he was outnumbered. There is a saying that no one survives a gang-up.
Eun-myeong gripped the pillars of the gate with both hands, stretching his neck to see. Silhouettes of people flickered in the wide veranda window, flailing their limbs as if they had been stung by bees.
What should I do, what should I do….
The Boss told him not to come in. If he entered the house, the man might actually abandon him.
But if, by some slim chance, the man were to get hurt, Eun-myeong was utterly terrified. As the frightening thought seized him, he frantically scanned his surroundings.
Then, through eyes clouded with fear, he spotted a brick holding up the gate. It looked quite heavy and hard. Eun-myeong gripped it tightly in his hand. Since it was his first time using such a thing, he swung it in the air several times.
He would save the man with this.
Just as he braced himself and tried to go inside, the house door burst open.
And there appeared President Kang. Surprisingly, the gray shirt covering his upper body was splattered with blood.
“Uh, uhhh….”
A startled Eun-myeong quickly approached the man. Blood was welling up and dripping profusely from the man’s palm. A sweet scent filled Eun-myeong’s nose. Even in this moment, he felt unbearably pathetic and stupid for reacting to the man’s pheromones.
“What do I do, the blood….”
Tears streaming down his face, Eun-myeong let the brick slip from his grasp. With a thud, the brick fell to the ground. He almost crushed his foot, but Eun-myeong didn’t care about such things. He was deeply saddened and distressed by the fact that the man had been hurt because of him.
As he sobbed, the man suddenly grabbed Eun-myeong’s wrist and headed toward the car.
“H-hic.”
Eun-myeong took short, quick steps. The man’s stride was so large that he practically had to run to keep up.
Because he had been rolling on the ground, Eun-myeong’s palms were covered in dirty soil. This was bad. The man hated dirty things.
Once inside the car, Eun-myeong clenched his fists to avoid staining the seat and frantically wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. However, as time passed, his palms began to sting, and a wave of sorrow washed over him. If his palms hurt this much from something so small, how much pain must the man be in?
This was all happening because of him.
While holding back tears, he unconsciously let out a hiccup and gasped for air, and with a screech, the man stopped the car by the roadside. He looked down at Eun-myeong silently.
“Try sucking it, then.”
Then, he held out his palm to Eun-myeong. It was such a large hand that the thick lines of his palm were visible even from a distance.
Though it was a secluded area, it was still the roadside. Normally, he would have hesitated many times, but…
“…Yes.”
Still sobbing, Eun-myeong leaned toward the driver’s seat. He had been longing for the man’s warmth, and fortunately, he now had an excuse.
He crawled up over the man’s thigh. He pressed his lips against the man’s blood-stained palm. As he licked it with his tongue, Eun-myeong’s taste buds touched deep into the man’s skin.
“Ngh…….”
Eun-myeong shuddered. A strange sensation, one he hadn’t even felt when taking an Omega estrus inducer, seized him. Simultaneously, his lower half became drenched. It was as if Eun-myeong had urinated on the man’s lap, soaking his lower body.
The man looked down at his damp crotch. Without blinking, he fixed his sharp gaze beneath Eun-myeong’s buttocks.
“Did you come?”
“Huh?”
The breath emanating from Eun-myeong grew increasingly sweet. The surrounding air became humid, like the monsoon season.
“I asked if you pissed yourself.”
As the man rubbed his palm against Eun-myeong’s cheek, Eun-myeong gasped, sucking on the man’s fingers. It was as if he couldn’t hear the man’s question at all.
“Boss.”
His pupils were dilating, and his voice became wet. The scent of rain-soaked lilac filled the car tightly. It burst forth like a broken dam, leaking even through the gaps of the closed windows. This was beyond a simple heat.
Noticing the signs through the drifting air, the man took out his cell phone and made a call.
“Clear the staff in the lobby and have a doctor waiting in the room.”
The order was short and simple. The man lightly lifted Eun-myeong and placed him in the passenger seat.
“N-no….”
As if he hated being separated, Eun-myeong repeatedly rubbed his cheek against the man’s shoulder.
“Why are you doing this?”
While subtly gauging the man’s reaction, he rubbed his chest—where his swollen nipples were—against the man’s elbow. He was doing this unconsciously.
“Hng….”
The mindless moans were an added bonus. At the sight of him looking like a dog in heat, the man’s lips curled upward.
Ah, finally. The man smiled, seemingly pleased.
“Who am I to you?”
“Cu-customer.”
“Say it properly.”
Eun-myeong’s lower jaw trembled. Even as he gradually lost his reason, he moved his tongue as if trying to hold onto one last thing.
“Boss, Mis…ter, Kang Pyeong-won.”
As he murmured, red blood slowly leaked from Eun-myeong’s small nose. It soon flowed down his narrow philtrum. The man wiped the blood from under Eun-myeong’s nose with the back of his hand and licked it.
How could something in the world be this sweet?
Blood. The man knit his brows tightly. Come to think of it, when he had licked Eun-myeong’s foot last time, hadn’t he also drenched his lower half as if he’d pissed himself?
Could it be that each other’s blood acted as a catalyst? The thought pierced sharply through the man’s mind.
The lobby had been cleared out. The man picked up Eun-myeong, who was fidgeting his hips like a puppy in heat that needed to pee, and easily entered the hotel.
The doctor waiting in the room drew Eun-myeong’s blood and dropped it onto a reagent strip. Upon checking the results on the thin, long piece of paper, the doctor’s eyes widened.
“He… he is an Omega.”
Because the result was different from last time, the doctor broke into a cold sweat, repeatedly wiping his temples with a handkerchief.
“How is this possible? He was definitely a Beta last time.”
Fearing he might be punished for a misdiagnosis, the doctor continued to ramble. However, the man didn’t care.
“Did you hear that?”
The man chuckled, gripping the waist of Eun-myeong, who was clinging to him. Then, he bit hard into the nape of Eun-myeong’s neck. He chewed into the skin already coated in the young one’s saliva, gnawing with his molars as if eating the tender meat of a boiled chicken.
“Ngh, ah.”
At this point, even pain became pleasure. Eun-myeong let out a humid breath. While handing a wad of money to the bewildered doctor in the corner, Bear dragged him out.
The door closed with a thud, and soon only the man and Eun-myeong remained in the room.
“Do you want to take your pants off?”
Eun-myeong shook his head, then soon nodded. As his white hands pulled down his elastic waistband, his erect cock was revealed. Turning pink toward the tip, the urethral opening quirked cutely in the air.
“Show me your hole.”
Normally, he would have hesitated many times, but half-delirious, Eun-myeong was compliant. He quickly lifted his leg and showed the man his underside. White lubrication leaked steadily from the hole. It looked as if he were leaking from behind.
“Eyes rolled back like this.”
Even while the man spoke, Eun-myeong rubbed his eyes against the man’s chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. When he tried to tighten his thighs around the man’s waist, the man smacked his buttocks with a loud pang.
“Totally in heat.”
The man looked at Eun-myeong’s navel. He looked at the concave start of Eun-myeong’s existence on this clean-looking body.
“You’re practically begging this Mister to marry you.”
And you never listen to a word I say. The added remark was utterly cold, and his eyes were as freezing as the blade he once held in his hand.
“I didn’t want to… they threatened me, so I had no choice.”
Eun-myeong continued to ramble. Lacking eloquence and being flustered, his words didn’t connect properly. Yet, fearing the man might mention abandoning him again, he poured out excuses like a flood.
“Doing the dishes, the laundry, and… and cleaning up the condoms.”
It had been a truly wretchedly dirty house. A sense of self-loathing weighed down on Eun-myeong, making him wonder why he was doing this.
“Where did the condoms come from?”
Then, a sinister voice emerged from the side, wrapping around Eun-myeong’s ear.
“Did someone poke your back?”
“No.”
Eun-myeong gently shook his head. At that, the man’s gaze softened slightly.
“Poke inside yourself.”
Eun-myeong obediently brought his hand down. He inserted only one finger. Though it was a slender finger, his body shuddered as if even one was too much.
The man hooked his finger to open the hole further. Lubrication leaked out in a stream. The man curled the sticky fluid around his finger and applied it to his own lips. He licked it to taste.
“With this much water, this Mister’s cock is going to get raw.”
He flicked the folds of the entrance. Just as one would tease a scallop, he pressed his thumb against the folds and flicked them. The soft flesh shook along with the vulgar movement.
“Ha, ngh.”
Eun-myeong twisted his thighs as if it felt good. He pressed closer, wanting more. The man pulled out the tissue stained with nosebleed; the bleeding had stopped by now.
His legs were like dry bones with only a thin layer of flesh, but the lines were strangely erotic, making the man keep stealing glances.
“How could your parents abandon something like you?”
The man rubbed Eun-myeong’s damp pubic hair with his palm. He found it unbearably pleasing how it crushed stickily and clung to his palm as if refusing to let go.
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have let you leave the house. Stupid bastards.”
There were a couple of freckles on his elbow. The man gently pushed them with his molars, as if they were seeds that had accidentally dropped from a watermelon.
“If you show your hole to other bastards just because you’re in heat, that’s what happens, understand?”
Eun-myeong nodded obediently, saying he understood. Then his lips parted. The man wondered what he was trying to say in this state.
“It’s okay, tell me.”
The man, whose heart was blacker than the third-grade waters where eels live, pretended to be generous and curved his lips. He declared that for now, he would forgive everything. Now that he was soaking wet, what kind of filthy words would he utter? The man felt he could smoke a cigarette while indulging in this pleasant imagination.
However, what came out of those small, beak-like lips was entirely unexpected.
“Boss, my cell phone.”
He then subtly gauged the man’s reaction, his feverish eyes rolling. The area under his eyes was flushed.
“I lost it.”
Had he learned to be cunning and was now trying to play the sympathy card? The man licked the inside of his cheek, feeling the insignificance of it all, like the fluttering of a small fly’s wing.
“Should I just buy you a new one?”
“…No.”
But Eun-myeong shook his head.
“Then you want me to find it?”
“N-no.” Eun-myeong pleaded with him not to do that, begging him never to enter that house again.
The man was skilled at peering into the black depths of human hearts and figuring out their motives, but this occasionally defied his expectations. What did he want? What did he want to say while soaking his lower half?
The man whispered softly.
“Do you want me to acknowledge that your heart is broken and hurting?”
Eun-myeong lifted his head. He looked at the man with reddish eyes, like a rabbit, and nodded. With his lower half swollen and erect, he rubbed his cheeks against the man as if just being like this was enough.
“Yes….”
The man murmured, like a siren tempting a lost sailor.
“Then I’ll poke your hole so filthily that you’ll forget all about it, so turn around and get on all fours like a dog.”
The naive fisherman stopped hauling his nets and looked up at him. Then, unaware that the stranger who had approached him was a black-hearted monster, he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and buried his nose deep into the collarbone, sniffing like a puppy. Once again, a surge of lubrication burst from his lower body.