By Zephyria 
Eun-myeong remained trapped in the man’s embrace. Tucked snugly against him, he forced himself to eat, gulped down water, and made shameful trips to the bathroom.
“Ha, hng….”
Even while eating to satisfy his hunger, he took the man’s cock in his hole. Gasping for breath, he moved his hips however he could.
Panting like an animal that had almost lost its mind, he finally collapsed onto the bed after staying awake for nearly two full nights.
“…It’s too hard.”
He felt his back was a bit harder than usual, and realized he was lying on the bare mattress without a blanket. Wondering where it had gone, he turned his head to see it discarded in a corner of the room, bunched up like popcorn.
It was probably because he had pissed himself…. Eun-myeong’s face flushed deep red, but the man lazily pulled him close and lounged on the bed.
“Mmh.”
The man melted away Eun-myeong’s round cheeks with his tongue, as if pressing down and flattening every single fine hair. Slorp, slurp, slurp… He poked at the freckled areas with his tongue, as if eating them with a fork. To anyone listening, it would have sounded like a predator picking meat off a delicious bone.
“I heard you can remove freckles at a beauty salon,” Eun-myeong murmured, his voice trailing off. His throat was completely shot from how much he had screamed.
“They said it doesn’t cost much, so if I have the time, I’ll go get them removed.”
He murmured, curling his shoulders inward as if ashamed of his flaws. His voice was heavy with sleep.
Clearly, he was starving for sleep, yet he fought desperately to keep his eyes open. Whenever his eyelids began to close, he would snap them open again, and when they tried to shut once more, he would widen his eyes frantically!
Perhaps he was worried that he would be left alone once he woke up. He’s not even a child, the man thought, twisting the corner of his mouth in disbelief.
“I heard the results are really good….”
Eun-myeong’s eyes half-closed. Soon, his chest—as thin as a 250ml drink can—slowly rose and fell. Soft, wheezing breaths escaped him. Eun-myeong had fallen asleep.
His supple skin had a glossy sheen, as if he had just emerged from being soaked in water.
And then there was the scent wafting from his entire body. It was utterly filthy. The lilac scent had lost all its refreshing quality, now dripping with raw sexuality. It was because the man had pumped so much semen into him.
If he were put out in the world in this state, anyone could tell he had been fucked until his bottom was worn out. The man let out a short laugh.
If he opened him up like a can, he would leak such sweet nectar, but the man decided to save that pleasure for later. He buried his nose deep into the nape of Eun-myeong’s neck.
“…….”
The man’s heavy breaths rose and fell, and Eun-myeong’s breathing followed faintly behind.
Soon, a heavy silence settled over the room. It was the first peace they had known in nearly two nights.
What woke them was the ringing of a cell phone.
Eun-myeong’s white body flinched. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the man’s elegant brow furrowed mercilessly. The man already had a fierce expression, but with a scowl that deliberate, he looked like he had a truly foul personality. He seemed absolutely enraged that his sweet sleep had been interrupted.
“…Fuck.”
But the ringtone was oblivious. It showed no sign of stopping and continued to blare. Eun-myeong watched the man with a nervous heart. He wondered what would happen if the man suddenly exploded in anger….
“What son of a bitch is calling in the middle of the night.”
A thick arm, muscles carved like rope and covered in tanned skin, reached across Eun-myeong.
Picking up the cell phone, the man looked down at the screen. His eyes, black as a cave, were calm. As always, his gaze made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
“Yeah.”
He brought the phone to his ear. As soon as he uttered a short word,
—It’s me.
A young woman’s voice flowed through the line. Thump, Eun-myeong’s heart sank heavily.
The end of her sentence was so seductive and clinging that it created an erotic atmosphere. It was the kind of voice that made one’s toes curl.
—Don’t we have something to talk about?
Furthermore, the content was incredibly secretive. It felt as if he were eavesdropping on something he wasn’t supposed to hear.
Who is it…? Eun-myeong looked up at the man, his toes and fingers curling in anxiety. He nervously licked his lower lip.
—You left your belt with me.
But the words that followed were even more shocking. You? She definitely just said you. Eun-myeong’s eyes widened in shock. To think someone would use such a familiar term with this man.
And a belt…?
Eun-myeong’s eyes darted around anxiously. He stole a cowardly glance at the man and immediately locked eyes with him.
“…Hiek.”
As Eun-myeong gasped, the man let out a chuckle. He spoke in a voice that was utterly cold.
“Yeah, we have plenty of useful things to discuss.”
His voice was raspy and scorched. A primitive, savage lust dripped from his tone—enough for even a stranger to easily read.
—Then do you want to meet? I’m here at the Golden Top restaurant.
If it was the Golden Top, that was in this hotel. Was she saying she was downstairs?
Eun-myeong bit his lower lip hard. Internally, he prayed that the man would not go. He knew it was arrogant, he knew it was overstepping his place.
The man had been fast asleep until a moment ago. Moreover, he was incredibly selfish and had a terrible temper. He had just been angry about someone calling in the middle of the night.
So there’s no way he’ll go, he won’t go, he chanted timidly in his head like a prayer.
“Sure, then.”
The answer that came out completely demolished Eun-myeong’s pathetic prayer.
With a creak, the man pushed himself up. The warmth that had been clinging to Eun-myeong’s back vanished. A cold breeze brushed against his skin. For a moment, Eun-myeong shivered involuntarily.
The man entered the shower room. Eun-myeong sat on the large bed, staring at the closed door.
“…Cold.”
He hugged his bare chest with both arms. Even so, the cold would not subside, biting into Eun-myeong’s sides with a chilling ache.
“It’s really cold….”
Eun-myeong sat curled up on the bed, glancing at the man.
The man emerged from the shower room and was busy getting ready. As usual, he put on a dark-colored suit and tightened his tie around his neck. His appearance was gradually becoming near-perfect.
“Um.”
Eun-myeong grew more and more anxious. At this rate, would he really leave him behind and go? Driven by anxiety, he shifted his hips and finally forced himself to speak. His red lips parted with a soft sound.
“Boss….”
Hm? The man looked back, a low rumble in his throat.
“Where are you going?”
Eun-myeong asked in a frail voice, squeezing out every bit of courage he had. He felt as if his heart would collapse if he kept it bottled up inside.
However, the answer that came back was as sharp as a slap to the cheek.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve asking something like that.”
Eun-myeong’s face flushed instantly. He had forgotten his place and crossed the line. He felt so humiliated he wanted to bite his tongue and just die. He was maddeningly ashamed of how his heart was so impoverished that he would cling desperately to even the smallest gesture.
“I’m sorry….”
He had shared warmth and flesh with the man, but that was merely a relationship the man had used to sell him at a high price.
Yes, that was all it was.
What on earth had he expected? A wave of humiliation immediately swept over Eun-myeong.
“Don’t cause another accident, got it?”
The man muttered coldly. His tone suggested that Eun-myeong was nothing more than a nuisance. Eun-myeong understood completely. It was only natural. Because of him, the man had injured his hand and been dragged into troublesome affairs.
The broad back walked steadily toward the door. He was moving further and further away from Eun-myeong.
I wish he wouldn’t go.
Eun-myeong bit his lower lip hard. He clamped down on the tip of his tongue to keep from blurting out more nonsense and incurring the man’s hatred.
“Those cocks-with-legs will be clawing to get to you. If you don’t want to be bought for a cheap price, keep your hole guarded.”
With those final, cold words, the door closed with a heavy thud.
A piercing silence filled the room. Recalling the last words, Eun-myeong buried his nose in his shoulder and sniffed. He didn’t know what made him any different…. He eventually lowered his shoulders in resignation.
Eun-myeong stared at the closed door for a long time. He was left alone again. Now, it was just him. Without the man, the bed felt far too wide. Deciding to move to the sofa, Eun-myeong struggled to stand up, staggering from the bed.
“Ugh….”
A sharp sting shot through his thighs. Swaying, he swung his arms and collapsed into the sofa. Even though he had moved to a smaller space, his heart still felt empty.
The chilling silence burrowed into Eun-myeong.
Being like this gave him a very strange feeling. Everything in the room was the same. The bed, the sofa, the ceiling, the rug.
Only one thing had changed. Eun-myeong—himself. The Director had been so desperate to make him an Omega, and to think it had been this easy.
Eun-myeong felt a bit sorrowful.
Now that he had finally become an Omega… he would leave the man and be sold to Chairman Go. He would go back to that mansion, wouldn’t he?
But more than that fact, the thought that pierced Eun-myeong was that he could no longer stay here. He was simply returning to where he originally belonged, so why did he feel so abandoned…?
“…….”
Eun-myeong cast his eyes down and curled his body even smaller.
Then, something hanging on one side of the sofa caught his eye. He carefully reached out and picked it up. It was a shirt the man had taken off. Specifically, one that he had once ironed.
It was likely an illusion, but it felt as if the man’s hot warmth still lingered in it. Some might laugh, but he could almost smell that characteristic, deep scent.
If it’s this.
…If it’s this, the man has plenty of shirts, so wouldn’t it be okay for him to take it when he leaves the hotel?
Then, he flinched at the sudden surge of his own greedy desire.
Are you crazy? Why are you coveting something that isn’t yours? This is why the Director wanted to reform him. Stupid bastard, he cursed softly to himself. He felt like a nuisance fly that appeared in the summer.
They had spent the whole night entwined, and he had felt the man’s warmth so fully, so why was he already feeling lonely?
…No, in truth, he felt he knew the reason, and the tip of his tongue felt sore. His chest throbbed with a stinging ache. If there was even a shred of warmth left, he wanted to lean into it. Eun-myeong buried his cheek deep into the shirt. He slowly closed his eyes.
He knew it was a wrong kind of greed, but since there was nothing else he could take from here.
Just for a moment, just for a little while, let me stay like this.