From Hunger

※ Please be advised that this work contains elements that may be triggering, such as suicide attempts, coercive relationships and acts, and depictions of depression.

“How is your skin so fair? I think I'll call you Ppoyani from now on.”

Ji-su looked at him with frightened eyes, but he went ahead and called him.

“Ppoyani.”

Ji-su recoiled, clenching his fists.

“…….”

While working a part-time job as a food delivery driver, Ji-su gets into a fender bender.

The owner of the damaged car, Won-hyeop, is a former gangster turned Chairman of a respectable mid-sized company. Falling in love with Ji-su at first sight due to the accident, he begins demanding all sorts of filthy things.

“Your tongue... whew... why aren't you licking it? Spit some thick saliva on it for me.”

Won-hyeop shows a dual nature; one moment he seems to care for Ji-su tenderly, and the next, he unhesitatingly demands perverted sex as if he's in heat 24 hours a day.

“Ppoyani, get up and see me off. Won-hyeop-ssi is going to work.”

“…….”

“Rub your lips against mine, Ppoyani, quickly, hmm? Hurry.”

Having lived a lonely life, Ji-su eventually opens his heart to Won-hyeop, but he grows anxious at the cold glints that occasionally flash in Won-hyeop's eyes...