By Zephyria 
Eun-myeong sniffled, his nose running. Once the dam had broken, his eyes continued to fill with shimmering liquid. A tangle of complex emotions struck the back of his mind in succession: shame, exhaustion, and a sense of hollow emptiness.
“…Ngh.”
…And moreover.
Step, step. As the man moved, Eun-myeong’s lower abdomen churned. He felt as if he were a soju bottle filled to the brim with liquid.
“Wait a moment.”
Eun-myeong tightened his hole and curled his body inward.
“Stay still.”
Tsk. The man glared. Eun-myeong wondered where he was going, but the man stepped into the bathroom.
As he pulled his pillar out from inside, a fountain erupted like a wine bottle with its cork popped. Only then did the man rub his glans against the opening and spend his semen, thoroughly teasing Eun-myeong’s thighs.
“…Haa.”
The man haphazardly threw off his suit. He spread wide Eun-myeong’s plump, fleshy buttocks. Between the pale mounds, like white cigarette butts, the reddish flesh was revealed, looking seductive and coy.
…What is this, some fish in spawning season? It was swollen and plump, as if harboring a sac of eggs.
“Do you want to see if you can lay eggs too?”
He turned on the cobra showerhead and poked into Eun-myeong’s hole. Swoosh, the powerful stream shot out like a water gun.
“Aah!”
The reddish inner walls twitched. Startled, Eun-myeong leaped up with a flushed face.
“Does it feel good to be poked by this now, too?”
The man let out a scoffing laugh.
“Hmm?”
His belly, which had been pressed against the door, was reddish like a dog in heat, and his face was a chaotic mess of blotches. He was quite a sight to behold.
“You really seem to love it as long as something is poking you.”
The man rubbed a white bar of soap in his hands. Squeak, squeak. He kneaded Eun-myeong’s body with the soapy, frothy water.
“I can do it myself.”
Eun-myeong tried to resist weakly, but the man ignored him. A large palm repeatedly wiped under his armpits and dug into the center of his buttocks, rubbing the hole sloppily.
“You really don’t have to go this far.”
Overwhelmed by a sense of shame, Eun-myeong hung his head low.
After washing Eun-myeong for a while, the man finished his own brief shower. Upon leaving the bathroom, the man claimed he was hungry and called for room service.
“Steak, and bring a bottle of Kaoliang liquor to go with it.”
Before long, a full spread arrived, filling the sofa table. The man sat on the sofa in his robe, with Eun-myeong perched on his thigh like a pet.
Slice, slice, slice. The man cut the steak with a knife. He pierced a piece of meat with a fork and held it out to Eun-myeong.
“Say ah.”
He was telling him to open his beak—like some bird that knows how to peck at feed—but Eun-myeong shook his head. He didn’t want to eat anything. Still, he peeked to see if the man would say something, but regardless, the man simply pushed the fork into his own mouth.
Eun-myeong sat on the man’s thigh with a vacant expression. His eyes were dazed, like a puppy that had returned home after suffering terrible hardships during a walk on a leash. The day had been far too grueling. He felt completely drained.
“Go lie down and sleep in the bed.”
The man urged him, patting Eun-myeong’s buttocks.
“I’m not sleepy.”
Though Eun-myeong mumbled this, his eyes were heavy with drowsiness. Even while feeling like he might die of exhaustion, he held on, eventually lying down with his ear pressed against the man’s thigh.
Gulp, gulp. As the man drank the Kaoliang liquor, Eun-myeong’s expression darkened. What if he said he wanted to come inside him again?
“Why? Are you afraid I’ll dump it in you again?”
Having his inner thoughts read, Eun-myeong blinked his blurry eyes. Sleep kept washing over him, making his eyelids droop.
“I should visit often; you didn’t leak and were quite alright.”
It was nearly 5 AM. The man moved his jaw vigorously, shoving large pieces of meat into his mouth. While chewing the meat crudely, he kneaded Eun-myeong’s thigh with one hand.
The man enjoyed his untimely feast. Of course, it went without saying that Eun-myeong’s chewy thighs and that soft touch were far more pleasing than the highest grade of meat prepared by chefs for VVIPs.
* * *
It was a long-awaited day off. Eun-myeong slept deeply, and by the time he opened his eyes again, it was already late afternoon. The man was nowhere to be found, likely having already left for work.
As Eun-myeong lay listlessly on the duvet, a phone rang in the room.
Who is it?
Since the man was the only person who would call this number, he cautiously picked up the phone, wondering if it was him.
“Hello?”
—Oh, Eun-myeong.
It was his noona.
For a moment, he wondered how she had found the number for this place, then remembered that he had contacted her using the hotel phone early this morning.
“Oh, noona.”
—What were you doing?
“I just woke up from a nap,” Eun-myeong murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. His noona said that was perfect and continued.
—Aunt Jeong-hye said you have today off. Do you want to come see me?
“To your company?”
Eun-myeong blinked and asked back at the sudden suggestion. His swollen eyelids felt heavy.
—It’s almost lunch break. There’s a place nearby that makes great jajangmyeon; let’s go eat.
Eun-myeong fell into a momentary dilemma.
“Jajangmyeon…?”
His first thought was whether he would only be a nuisance to his noona by going.
But come to think of it, there were things Eun-myeong wanted to tell her. For instance, that he had become an Omega, or that he was actually staying with a man.
He had kept it to himself because she was too busy with work, but he felt it would be better to confess it to her face-to-face.
—I’ll buy you tangsuyuk too, since you’re coming from far away.
Moreover, tangsuyuk. He had been starving because he was too lazy to eat, and his mouth began to water.
“Okay, noona.”
Eun-myeong answered softly and hung up.
When he stepped outside, spring was in full bloom. Feeling the gentle breeze, Eun-myeong gazed out the bus window.
The clothes of the people passing by had become much lighter, but Eun-myeong had no choice but to wear a turtleneck. His body beneath the clothes was covered in bite marks, leaving him with no other option.
“…….”
Still, since he had been there once before, the route felt familiar.
His noona’s company, Kangsung Capital, was also where the man worked. It was true that he was curious about where the man spent his time and worked. The thought of going to his workplace made his heart flutter for some reason.
I really have no spine. After everything he did to me… Even a dog wouldn’t think about peeing on the person who mistreated it.
“Sigh.”
Eun-myeong let out a heavy sigh that didn’t suit his youthful face.
[The next stop is Kangsung Capital, Kangsung Capital.]
He had reached his destination. As he stepped off at the stop, the now-familiar-looking middle-aged men followed suit. Ignoring them, Eun-myeong approached the company building he had seen before.
Eun-joo noona was waiting for him in front of the main entrance.
“Noona!”
She was dressed in a sharp suit and low heels. Her bobbed hair swayed around her shoulders.
“Oh, Eun-myeong, you’re here? You must be hungry.”
Noona led Eun-myeong away, telling him to hurry.
The place the two entered was called ‘Beijing Restaurant.’ Although it was a bit late for lunch, the shop was still packed with customers.
Eun-myeong diligently mixed his gan-jajang and sprinkled chili powder on top. He also ate the tangsuyuk, dipping it deep into the sweet onion sauce. How was it fried to be so moist inside? It was truly a delicacy. Eun-myeong chewed busily, his cheeks puffing out.
“It’s delicious.”
He smiled shyly, revealing his front teeth. Noona, who had been quietly observing him, asked.
“Have you not been sleeping well lately? Why are your eyes so swollen?”
It was no wonder; Eun-myeong’s eyelids were so swollen that he could barely keep his eyes open. Furthermore, the bridge of his nose was reddish, looking as if it had been chewed on.
“Maybe I got bitten by mosquitoes while sleeping… I slept well, though.”
Eun-myeong rubbed his eyes with his fists. Even as he spoke, his left eye twitched incessantly. Eun-joo frowned slightly. His restless gestures were somewhat suspicious.
Moreover, setting aside how tired he looked, his clothes were of a different caliber. Her brother had never even bought a decent pair of underwear for himself; where on earth did the money come from to buy something like that? It was clear that since they decided to live separately, there had become too many secrets between them.
‘Sigh.’
Eun-joo sighed deeply inwardly. For now, she decided to discuss such things gradually.
“Eun-myeong, here.”
First, she addressed the purpose for which she had called him. Eun-joo handed Eun-myeong a paper bag she had bought in advance.
“What is this?”
Holding the bag, Eun-myeong looked up with wide eyes.
“It’s nothing much. The model is really old, so I got it almost for free, but it’s better than living without a cell phone.”
“Thank you, noona. I know you’re busy.”
Eun-myeong smiled awkwardly, repeatedly rubbing the back of his head with his palm.
“Thank you, really.”
It wasn’t even that much, yet he was thanking her and acting flustered as if she had given him the whole world. Eun-joo bit her lip, hiding her bittersweet feelings.
“Was the place you called me from where you’ve been staying?”
It was a relatively simple question, but a gap formed in the conversation. Eun-myeong pressed his lips together for a moment. His large eyes rolled.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally opened his lips as if he had made a decision.
“Noona, actually I…”
Vrrr, vrrr. With perfect timing, Eun-joo’s cell phone began to ring violently.
“Hold on a second.”
Pulling the phone out of the briefcase beside her, Eun-joo looked down at the screen and scowled deeply. The caller’s name was one that sparked immediate irritation.
[Thug Bastard]
Why the hell is this guy calling me? For a moment, she was so angry she almost threw the phone. She considered stabbing her own eye with a chopstick before barely managing to suppress her rage.
“What’s wrong?”
Noticing that Eun-joo’s mood had suddenly turned fierce, Eun-myeong asked. The eyes looking at her were clear.
Fearing that Eun-myeong might worry or get scared, Eun-joo quickly covered the screen with her hand.
“It’s nothing. Noona just needs to take a call, okay?”
Eun-myeong, who looked like he had something to say, murmured a small “Okay.” With his eyes fixed on the table, he aimlessly fiddled with the square chopsticks. The crown of his head, with its dense hair, looked neat.
“Yes, this is Lee Eun-joo speaking.”
She wanted to immediately demand why a son of a bitch like him was calling during lunch to ruin her mood, but Eun-joo endured it by taking a long breath.
“Go ahead.”
After all, this man was technically the CEO of the company she worked for. No matter how shady or unpleasant he was, a place that paid well was the best.
A mocking laugh was heard, followed by that characteristically sharp voice.
—I heard your brother came to visit nearby?
What, you bastard? Eun-joo mouthed.
“…How does the Boss know that?”
As she answered, Eun-joo reflexively scanned the restaurant. And immediately, she locked eyes with the thugs who had been staring in their direction.
What is with those guys…?
Since they were near the company, thugs were scattered everywhere. Eun-joo was bold enough that she usually didn’t mind seeing them. But strangely, those ones looked more familiar; she suspected they were the CEO’s direct subordinates.
Furthermore, as soon as the word ‘Boss’ left Eun-joo’s mouth, Eun-myeong’s eyes, which had been cast downward, shifted toward her.
Damn, I tried to hide it. Irritated, Eun-joo roughly swept her bangs back with her hand.
However, the ensuing situation was even more absurd.
—Why don’t you come up to my office? Since a family member of our employee has visited the company after so long, I can’t just let them leave like this, as a responsible CEO.
Eun-joo was appalled. He was a debt collector if anything, and now he wanted to play the role of a good boss? With a face that looked like she was dying of annoyance, she spoke.
“I’ll ask Eun-myeong. He’s a bit shy around strangers…”
She was about to continue, saying that she hoped he would understand if Eun-myeong refused due to his shyness, but she was greeted by the beep-beep-beep of a disconnected line.
“Unlucky bastard.”
Eun-joo flipped the middle finger at her cell phone.
“Is it the Boss?”
Eun-myeong asked cautiously. His ears seemed to be pricked up; he must have overheard the conversation. At this point, Eun-joo decided to let it be. She pushed the phone aside and spoke.
“You can just ignore things like this.”
Telling him not to worry, Eun-joo waved her hand. Just as she was about to pick up her chopsticks again—
“Can I visit your company, noona?”
At the voice from across the table, Eun-joo snapped her head up.
“What?”
For a moment, she thought she had misheard. Just as she was about to ask Eun-myeong what he had just said—
“I mean, if you’re not embarrassed by me… can I go to the company…?”
Eun-myeong looked at her, gauging her reaction with his large eyes. That strangely shy demeanor… It sent a chill down her spine, and Eun-joo almost dropped her chopsticks.
What is this? What have I been missing all this time?