By Zephyria “Hey, CEO Choi. It’s been a while.”
The person who appeared, opening the sliding door, was an uninvited guest. Lee Beom-ho was the CEO of Suin Construction and a well-known former gangster who had laundered his identity by starting a construction company. He wasn’t quite as big as Sehwa, but he was steadily gaining ground in the industry, and he was always itching to pick a fight with Choi Won-joon.
Today, too, he should have just come to the restaurant to eat and leave, but instead, he greeted Won-joon as if they were old acquaintances. Won-joon placed his chopsticks neatly beside his plate and stared at Lee Beom-ho.
“It’s been a while, President Lee. It seems you’ve come to eat, so please leave quietly without causing a disturbance.”
However, Lee Beom-ho sat next to Director Lee across from him, and his men formed a screen at the entrance. Lee Beom-ho was smiling, but his eyes were as venomous as a viper.
“I heard you put in a bid for the Seongwon-dong redevelopment project. Congratulations in advance. Chairman Nam Pil-yeon used to be terrified of gangsters, but now that our CEO Choi is being treated like a hero on TV, the old man’s attitude has completely changed. If I had known this would happen, I should have gone around smashing the heads of gangster bastards myself.”
Won-joon, who was listening, laughed as if it were absurd.
“Even if it wasn’t us, Suin Construction wouldn’t have had a chance. Don’t you develop a sense for these things as you get older? And why bother going far to find gangsters? Suin Construction is full of them.”
“Ha, look at the way you talk.”
“I’m not finished yet. I’m giving you advice: don’t even think about trying to stab us in the back by using our employees, and spend that time making an effort. Then you might have a good opportunity next time. Why do you keep trying to use such dirty tricks? Like a thug.”
At Won-joon’s words, the man’s eyes turned cold.
“I was wondering about it anyway, but Director Park hasn’t been seen lately, has he? Let’s be honest since it’s just us. Where did you bury him?”
“How would I know what happened to someone who quit because he didn’t like the company? And weren’t Director Park and our Director Lee close? You have more than enough reason to kill him.”
“Haha, look at you wriggling out of it like a loach. I don’t know who the real thug is.”
Won-joon smirked at Lee Beom-ho’s sneering face and held out a bottle of alcohol. “Here, take it.” Thinking he was backing down, Lee Beom-ho scoffed and picked up an empty glass next to him. In an instant, Won-joon turned the bottle upside down and smashed it over Lee Beom-ho’s head.
With a loud crash, the bottle shattered, and the men behind him all pulled out sashimi knives from their pockets. Seeing that, Won-joon laughed shamelessly.
“See, that’s why they’re gangsters. How provincial to use sashimi knives.”
Lee Beom-ho, clutching his head, looked up and glared at Won-joon as if he wanted to kill him.
“You son of a bitch, you’re really asking for it!”
In the midst of the tense atmosphere, Won-joon calmly pressed the bell to call an employee. He ordered more alcohol and requested that the food be cleared away since blood had splattered on it. After the employee left with a pale face, a chilling silence filled the room.
“What are you doing? Your boss’s head is busted open, and you’re just standing there watching?”
One of the men hurriedly came to support Lee Beom-ho, but he shoved him away and stood up. Lee Beom-ho looked down at Won-joon, revealing his murderous intent without restraint.
“Don’t get cocky just because you have your father to back you up. If you keep acting like that, you might disappear without a trace someday.”
Then, he took his men and stormed out. Following that, the restaurant staff cleared away the food and replaced it with new dishes, and Director Lee carefully refilled Won-joon’s empty glass and cautiously broached the subject.
“Just now, I received a call from the employee tailing Kim Yi-eum. He says he hasn’t left the car because he’s on stakeout. Should I tell him to withdraw?”
“How many days has it been?”
“It’s been a week.”
Won-joon rested his chin on the table and sat crookedly, looking out the window.
“Ji-hoon, do you know what? Detective Kim hasn’t contacted me even once in a week.”
“Wasn’t that what you expected? You said you were watching him.”
“Even so, is this even possible? Even if a dog I raised ran away from home, it wouldn’t be like this, damn it.”
“Dogs are cute….”
Director Lee realized he had made a mistake but didn’t correct himself, and Won-joon frowned deeply.
“What did you say we did with Yang Mok-hyung and Director Park before?”
“I ordered them to be buried in the mountains, so I did as I was told.”
“Should I make another spot for you next to them today?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Director Lee’s phone rang. His expression during the call was not good, and Won-joon sensed that something had happened to Kim Yi-eum.
In fact, the reason he had put surveillance on Kim Yi-eum was because of Kim Ji-cheol. According to his secretary, Kim Ji-cheol was grinding his teeth, determined to get revenge on Kim Yi-eum, and was just waiting for an opportunity. From the start, he wasn’t the type of guy who would learn his lesson with just a finger.
So, Choi Won-joon decided to eliminate Kim Ji-cheol.
“Something seems to be wrong with Kim Yi-eum right now.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know exactly. He bought water at a convenience store and then staggered into a nearby motel, saying he seemed to be in pain.”
Won-joon put his glass down on the table. If Kim Yi-eum were usually weak, he would have worried about him being sick, but he was a man who never showed any signs of fatigue, no matter how much he drank or how much he climbed mountains all night.
But there was one time he had seen him writhing in pain.
During his heat cycle.
“Shall we go check on him?”
“How long has he been inside?”
“About five minutes.”
After thinking for a moment, Won-joon took out his cell phone and placed it on the table.
“Leave it. We’ll get a call if it gets serious.”
But the phone didn’t ring, and the smile gradually disappeared from Won-joon’s face. It would be fortunate if the symptoms had improved after taking the suppressants, but if he went on a rampage like before, troublesome things could happen.
Won-joon stood up and grabbed his jacket.
“Let’s go.”
“Are we going home?”
“No, to pick up Kim Yi-eum. Don’t let anyone in, and if that prosecutor bastard shows up, tell them to kill him. I’ll bury him in the spot I was going to bury you in earlier.”
Then, the two of them hurried outside and got into the car. Despite the late hour, the traffic was heavy, and Won-joon tapped the armrest anxiously with his fingers. As he unconsciously sighed and repeatedly checked his watch, Director Lee glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
“If you’re very worried, shall I tell them to break down the door and check?”
Won-joon clenched his teeth. How could he know what Kim Yi-eum would be like? What if he was panting while naked, touching himself like before? He didn’t want to show that sight to anyone else.
“Leave it. He won’t die from that.”
He said that, but he was anxious the whole way. Only after an hour did the car arrive at its destination, and Won-joon received the key from the motel owner and immediately went up to the third floor.
He stood in front of room 303, and he could feel Kim Yi-eum’s pheromones even from outside. Damn it. Won-joon ordered Director Lee, who had followed him, not to let anyone near this area, and then went inside.
As soon as he opened the door, he was hit with a wave of pheromones that made his head spin. Enduring the pheromones of an Omega in heat was extremely difficult. Moreover, the other person was Kim Yi-eum, whom he had been coveting. Won-joon pulled at his tie to loosen his breathing and called out to Yi-eum.
“Kim Yi-eum!”
He wasn’t on the bed, and he wasn’t on the floor, so his heart sank. With a sense of foreboding, he was about to open the window when he heard the sound of water coming from the closed bathroom. Won-joon headed towards it and stopped before opening the door. Water was pouring endlessly from the showerhead, and Kim Yi-eum was sitting underneath it, half out of his mind.
He had handcuffed himself with one hand, and the other cuff was firmly fixed to a metal bar. This stubborn bastard. Won-joon knelt on the floor and touched Yi-eum’s cheek to check his condition first.
“Yi-eum. Get a grip. Kim Yi-eum!”
He first tried to find the key to unlock the handcuffs, but it wasn’t visible. As he was searching his pockets, Kim Yi-eum barely opened his eyes and raised his head. His eyes, wet with fever, had lost focus, and with each exhale, his pheromones intensified, forcing Won-joon to barely suppress his boiling lust.
“…How did you… get here….”
“Is that what’s important? Where’s the handcuff key?”
“I didn’t… want to contact you….”
“……”
“I’m sorry, Dae-han….”
The blood that had been boiling instantly turned cold. Ha, damn it. Won-joon tilted his head back and let out a suppressed breath. Pity, anger, and lust were intertwined, growing to a terrifying size.
Yi-eum reached out his free hand to Won-joon. It was unclear whether he was doing it because he thought he was Jeong Dae-han or because he was acting solely on instinct. Instead of taking his hand, Won-joon unhesitatingly took off Yi-eum’s pants and underwear, spread his legs, and climbed on top of him.
He brought his cock to the entrance of the hole and tried to force it in, but it kept slipping to the side. Normally, an Omega’s hole would be wet and flowing with fluid, but Kim Yi-eum was still dry. Won-joon bit Kim Yi-eum’s chest with his teeth and ruthlessly shoved his cock in.
“It hurts, it hurts….”
Even though he wasn’t in his right mind, he kept pushing his shoulder away, saying it hurt. Won-joon didn’t care and continued to apply force. The hole was forcibly opened and tightened, and the sensation was no joke. As he mercilessly thrust all the way in, Yi-eum groaned and twisted his waist.
In the midst of all that, Won-joon grabbed Yi-eum’s chin tightly and forced him to look at him. Perhaps he belatedly recognized who he was, as his eyes widened. As he opened his mouth to say something, Won-joon warned him in a chilling voice.
“From now on, if you even say that bastard’s name, you’ll leave this place as a corpse.”