By Zephyria 
“32,000 won.”
To think he had to pay a few thousand more even after giving 30,000 won. This single piece of scrap was far too expensive.
However, the texture clinging to his hand was soft and supple; the fabric itself was undoubtedly high-end.
“Here.”
In the end, Eun-myeong bit his lip firmly and handed over the money. He took the lingerie and stuffed it haphazardly into a black bundle.
As Eun-myeong stepped out of the shop, his plump cheeks were flushed. The man, who had just finished a phone call, asked:
“Did you buy something pretty?”
He slid the cell phone back into his jacket. Eun-myeong timidly cursed him under his breath. Swindler, cheat, liar…
“Open the bag and show me.”
Eun-myeong gripped the spiteful bundle tightly. He murmured a refusal and hid it behind his back. After attempting such a futile rebellion, he stole a glance at the man. His eyes rolled around, always appearing as if he were terrified.
“My, are you just riddled with jealousy?”
Normally, the man would have snapped at him for being ill-mannered, but now he simply laughed, looking as pleased as a sated predator.
What a cruel man. How was he so good at seeing right through others just to tease him?
No matter how much he had paid for it, under normal circumstances, Eun-myeong would have agonized over whether to even wear such a thing.
Having just finished his shower, Eun-myeong stood naked. He held the panties he had bought earlier in his hand. Water dripped miserably from his white body.
“…Haa.”
Strictly speaking, the man had committed no crime. He knew that well. And yet…
Despite that, he wanted the man to show that gentle face only to him, to overlap their hot body temperatures, and to share those humid breaths. It was a feeling he couldn’t help.
The thought that all of those things were being shared with someone else made him feel profoundly sorrowful and upset. Whenever he recalled the man’s back as he spoke on the phone, his heart felt like it was breaking.
He felt a stifling tightness in his chest, as if something were stuck, and he felt like he wanted to rip his own heart out.
If there was a spoiled part of the seafood coming out of a sashimi restaurant, one could simply cut it away with a knife and dip the rest in cho-gochujang. But he had no idea how to handle a heart that ached like this.
Complex emotions settled over his chest like a thick layer of grime.
He had bought these panties entirely in a fit of pique. He wondered if the man hadn’t been satisfied with him and had looked for someone else upon returning to Seoul. He feared that if the man returned to Seoul, he might never seek him out again.
Thus, he had committed this unconscious act of delinquency.
“…….”
Eun-myeong slid his legs into the panties one by one. The fabric was truly, far too thin. Setting aside the fact that his skin peeked through suggestively, he didn’t know where to put his cock.
When he closed his eyes and shoved everything into the thin fabric, he felt like an irredeemable pervert.
A thought briefly crossed his mind that the man might actually lose interest if he saw this, but since the man had gasped violently just by smelling his pheromones, Eun-myeong gained a small amount of courage.
He tightened his robe and stepped out quietly.
The man was sitting at a table. A bottle of whiskey and some cherries sat upon it.
Pop. He plucked and ate a reddish cherry. Eun-myeong slid toward him.
“Get up on this and sit with your legs open.”
A high-handed command fell. Eun-myeong cautiously perched his backside on the table. As he spread the hem of his robe and bent his knees, the man’s eyes sank gloomily.
The dazzling white fabric revealed itself shyly. Setting aside the fact that pale pubic hair was slightly visible through the delicate stitching of the lace, the bulge of his shoved-in cock was nothing if not cute.
“Exquisite.”
This bottom hole was so prone to getting wet that he would leak just by having a single finger stir it. Having seen this sight, the man couldn’t possibly stop at mere appreciation.
The man immediately buried his face in Eun-myeong’s crotch. He pressed his nose in to inhale deeply and then licked the fabric clean with a wide, large tongue. Slurping, wet, filthy sounds echoed.
“……Hng.”
The man sharpened his tongue and poked at the bottom hole.
The lace fabric was pushed inward, dragged into the hole. The lace became caught and bitten into the tight folds inside.
“Nngh.”
Eun-myeong arched his neck back and groaned. A surge of lubrication burst from the wet hole. The already thin fabric became soaked, making the reddish color bleed through.
“Look at this, completely drenched.”
The man pushed aside his trousers, pulled out his cock, and began slapping Eun-myeong’s bottom hole. Slap, slap. It sounded like a soaked mop being beaten against the floor.
Soon, the man pushed the panties slightly to the side and slid the head of his cock into the hole where lubrication was pouring out.
“Ngh… hng.”
Immediately, an immense pressure crushed his lower abdomen.
Screech, creak.
The table pushed back, making a grating sound. The sound of humid skin rubbing together and animalistic groans mixed in a chaotic blur.
“…Ha, slow, ly!”
The man acted fierce and violent, as if he were going to nail him right into the table. Eun-myeong let out groans as the back of his head thumped against the table. He simply lost his mind, jaw hanging open, drooling.
The man was exceptionally rough today. Perhaps feeling restricted in his movement, he tried to pull off Eun-myeong’s panties, but because the fabric was so thin, he ended up ripping them. Eun-myeong, his waist nearly folded in half, melted away as the man pounded inside him strongly and rapidly.
“Boss…, hng-hu.”
A scrap of lace fabric clung to his slender ankle, fluttering. The drenched piece of cloth tried to cling to his calf. His cherry-colored toes curled naturally like sickles.
Eun-myeong wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and pecked at his chin. Kiss, mwah, kiss. The man whispered sticky words into Eun-myeong’s ear.
“Just keep acting this pretty, and wouldn’t I wipe away debts in the hundreds of millions right away?”
The man spoke as if chewing his words through rough, hot breaths.
“No, if I wipe all the debt, you’ll be too excited and run away, so I should leave about 50 million won.”
Eun-myeong shook his head frantically, as if distressed.
“Hng, ugh, I’m not… nng, doing this to pay off the debt.”
Arms as slender as a deer’s forelegs desperately pulled the man closer into his embrace. His heavily reddened eyes brimmed with tears.
“I’m doing it… because I like you.”
Tears clung to the tips of his eyelashes in droplets, as if they might fall at any moment. The man felt as if he could see his own reflection in those tiny droplets of liquid.
Right now, he was likely… grinning with his mouth torn open all the way to his ears. Wasn’t this a purely innocent love, to the point of being disgusting?
“Does that talk upset you that much, then?”
Even as he said that, a tight joy surged in his gut. He felt himself greedily savoring a sense of mental fulfillment, as if he had been a hedonist since birth.
“Right, you’re telling me not to cheapen your noble, pure love like a son of a bitch, aren’t you, hm?”
Despite the sweat pouring down from the heat, sticky sounds echoed from where their skin clung together.
“Fuck, but if I play around with a pretty young chicken like you and don’t even pay off your debts, wouldn’t that make me a real pathetic son of a bitch?”
“…….”
“All you have to do is go up to Seoul. Then all sorts of luxury goods will be yours.”
At the mention of Seoul, Eun-myeong’s eyes rolled again. A heavy weight of contemplation hung on his bitten lip.
“…It’s just.”
It was almost laughable. He would act all coquettish, saying he loved him and begging to be held, yet he would shrink like a slug at the mention of following him for money.
His devotion was only that much. He was throwing himself at the man with nothing more than that meager emotion. The fact that his bottom hole was a complete mess yet he still didn’t know how to humbly lower his pride touched the man’s foul temper.
“If I say I’ll wipe the debt, you should just act smart and pretty; where did you even learn to put up such pride?”
The fact that something barely the size of his palm was oddly provoking his temper made the man’s own gut churn.
Maybe I really need to put a dog collar on him and drag him along for him to come to his senses. While priding himself on being a consummate gentleman, he let out a deep, thick sigh internally. Of course, below the waist, he continued to rummage through Eun-myeong’s soft flesh.
“Ha, ugh, hngh.”
Eun-myeong let out whimpering groans. It was a scream that stimulated the peripheral nerves of any cock-bearing bastard and teased them exquisitely.
“Even if we go to Seoul, don’t meet that person.”
Even while letting out sharp groans, he muttered such things, perhaps recalling the phone call from earlier. The man exhaled a sharp kh, ugh as he rummaged through the interior that was as narrow as a mouse hole and as damp as a swamp. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead, landing right on Eun-myeong’s eye.
“I have to make it so you don’t think of them for me to cut off ties elsewhere.”
In a backward, straw-shoe kind of countryside like this, he should have shaken the dust off his backside and left long ago. Had he not carefully stepped through the stages to swallow his father’s legacy whole?
The goal was now right before his eyes, yet he was absurdly tied down by this small thing.
He should have discarded it long ago, so why couldn’t he quit this taste? Even though he had savored every kind of pleasure and was now completely jaded. Yet here he was, acting as clumsy as a novice who had just fucked for the first time.
If it were simply a case of overflowing sexual desire, he could have just played around promiscuuously… but because he had become fixated on a specific target like this, the man couldn’t help but feel frustrated by a desire he couldn’t control.
“Hm? No matter how much prettier you are, how much better you smell, or how plump your backside is, my preference is someone who is gentle, smart, and listens well.”
As he spoke, he pulled his lower body back significantly and slammed hard into Eun-myeong’s insides. Eun-myeong’s eyes widened, and tears tumbled down.
“Hng. Ugh!”
Eun-myeong cried, biting his lower lip hard. He tried to burrow into the man’s embrace, but the man acted maliciously.
“Where do you think you’re going.”
He pressed his palm firmly against Eun-myeong’s white forehead. Eun-myeong remained motionless, like a pinned butterfly.
“I want to hold you….”
The man looked down at that face. He scrutinized every detail of the face that was crying and pleading.
Carefully selecting sharp words as if sorting through fish bones, he felt a thrilling sense of fulfillment and pleasure at the sight of Eun-myeong’s hurt expression.
Setting aside the physical pleasure this slender body provided, every single reaction he showed provided a mental pleasure as intense as a bolt of lightning. How could he possibly throw this away?
While harboring such thoughts in his head, he let out nonsense from his mouth, like a snake flicking its tongue.
“Is there a law that says you can only use one hole? When the taste of one well fades, you just dig another well.”
As he thrust deeply into Eun-myeong’s tight hole, lubrication burst and flowed with a squelching sound.
“Whew, but this well is definitely the dampest.”
The man spoke like an evil spirit. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He played with his tongue vulgarly, as if intoxicated by the thick scent of lilac floating in the air.