By Zephyria 
“Why are you pissing on my cock and running away like a little puppy?”
His smooth, lustrous suit pants were soaked. The fabric clung damply to his thighs, which were as hard as stone, as if they had been pressed down by a finger.
The amount was small, barely more than a chick’s piss. Yet it wasn’t yellow; it was transparent, like extracted beef bone broth, with filthy white bubbles clinging to it.
The man dipped his middle finger into his thigh and brought it to the tip of his tongue. He frowned slightly, as if savoring the taste.
“Hmm, sweet.”
The man leaned back against the sink as if collapsing. He had thought the fishy smell wafting through the gap in the door was overwhelming, but it turned out this small bathroom was filled with a sweet body scent. It was so sugary that it made the back of his neck tighten.
“If you keep spraying water like this, baby, your cock is going to get raw.”
He rubbed the white bubbles on his pants. A sticky, squelching sound echoed. The face that had been pale was now flushed a deep red, looking as if it might burst.
“Are you in heat?”
An excessively low voice whispered humidly. Saliva pooled heavily beneath the man’s stiffened frenulum. It seemed the scent of the foot he had sucked still lingered on the tip of his tongue. He rolled his tongue inside his mouth, taking in the lingering fragrance with his taste buds.
“Tell me.”
His dark eyes landed on the marble floor. The marble was so smooth that it reflected people like a mirror. A silhouette shimmered. Thighs that looked as tacky as a pot of flour mixed with water were visible.
The man flicked his middle finger. It was a gesture as if lifting the bottom of a robe. The thread of reason, which had been held taut, was on the verge of snapping.
“As I told you before, I am not an Omega, so I don’t have a cycle.”
That again. The sweetness he felt when he sucked the blood was definitely that of an Omega. The pleasure that had been sucked in by his tongue and burrowed into his body caused a mental derangement similar to inhaling drugs. It was a pheromone no different from a drug that melts the brains and pulls out the spinal cords of those with cocks.
“Then what is this pheromone vibrating out of you?”
“That… I don’t know either. Every time I get tested, it says I’m a Beta.”
The excuse, which didn’t quite fit, was like a clumsily woven fishing net.
This one would collapse the moment he reached out. Omegas were the type whose brains were controlled by sexual desire. Soon, the boy would rub his ear against his chest and tighten his thighs around his waist.
The man flicked his finger once more. Instinct urged him to immediately lift the bottom of those snow-white legs and flip over the inner flesh.
However, instead of picking the fruit immediately, the man decided to wait for the right time. It was still unripe, but once it reached its peak, the flesh would ripen well.
The man tasted the intuition flowing through the air with his tongue. It would likely be soon.
A precarious amount of time passed. Eun-myeong was plagued by the worry of what would happen if he were left alone in the hotel with the man, but fortunately, the man did not stay in the hotel room.
He seemed extremely busy. Dozens of calls went back and forth every day, and regardless of whether it was dawn, morning, or night, he would burst into the hotel, shower, and eat.
Whenever that happened, Eun-myeong was forced to sit at the dining table. Today, it was a steak dripping with blood. Every time he cut the meat and pushed it into his mouth, Eun-myeong’s head sank lower out of guilt.
Is it okay for me to eat something this expensive and delicious…? Noona might be suffering somewhere. He didn’t even know if the sashimi restaurant employees were doing well.
As his worries poured in, his forking grew slower and slower.
“…….”
Buzz, buzz. The cell phone vibrated. Eun-myeong lifted his head so sharply it almost made a screeching sound. Every time the man received a call, every peripheral nerve in Eun-myeong’s body stood on edge.
Who could it be? Could it be a call related to his Noona? Could someone who had seen her have appeared? The man put down the knife he had been using to cut the steak and reached inside his jacket.
A low voice flowed through the speaker.
—Boss, this is Park Woong.
It was a voice he had heard several times and become familiar with. Park Woong, the Bear that the man kept around.
“Yeah, speak.”
The man murmured softly, holding the cell phone between his shoulder and ear while wiping his hand with a handkerchief.
—We received a tip that someone might have seen Lee Eun-joo.
It felt as if his heart dropped. Clang, Eun-myeong dropped the knife. His bewildered face was reflected on the narrow side of the knife. The man stared at Eun-myeong. His eyes curved long.
“Excuse me.”
Screech, he stood up, pulling the chair back.
“Where.”
The man pulled a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and walked out through the terrace door. There were a few habits he had noticed while unintentionally encountering the man; the man didn’t smoke often, but when he did, he smoked two or three in a row.
Eun-myeong slowly rose from his chair. Someone saw Noona…? If so, he had to let her know this fact immediately. How should he do it? The man was only a few steps away. Could he call his Noona without being caught?
But even if, by some chance, he was caught.
As long as Noona didn’t fall into the man’s hands, he felt it was okay whatever happened to him. Eun-myeong bit his lower lip hard. Then, limping, he approached the side table.
He quickly picked up the receiver and pressed the buttons rapidly. He fumbled once, clicked the receiver down and back up, and had to start over from the beginning. After pressing the final button, the ring-ring signal sounded.
And in the next moment, a low sound of music began to echo. What is this sound? Eun-myeong whipped his head around. At first, he thought the man’s cell phone was ringing.
“…….”
Eun-myeong carefully hid the receiver next to the phone. Then, limp, limp, limp… he moved his feet and hid behind the terrace wall. Peeking his head out to look outside, he saw a broad back, wide like a sandy beach. A cell phone was clearly held in one hand.
The man tapped his wrist to shake the cigarette ash down.
“…Even if you catch that, it’s just bait. You have to catch the bastard providing the funds from behind.”
He was definitely on the phone. Then whose cell phone was ringing now…? He felt a sudden chill, and goosebumps rose on the back of his neck.
This time, he slowly moved his feet toward where the music was coming from. Following the source, he found himself in the dressing room.
Creek, he opened the closet door. A large man’s jacket was hanging there. A bright light flickered beyond the jacket.
Generally, the more evil a person is, the more secrets they pile up. Even the sashimi restaurant owner had several cell phones. Since it’s no exaggeration to say that a cell phone follows a person twenty-four hours a day, it was a space containing the most intimate secrets.
So, he could just think that the man simply had more than two cell phones… Eun-myeong swallowed hard.
“…….”
A sharp intuition tugged at the back of Eun-myeong’s neck. Something felt ominous. The air around his nose and the sweat running down his spine were unstable. He felt a compulsion that he had to check this.
He carefully slid his hand inside the jacket. His fingertips caught a hard object. When he pulled it out, an excessively old cell phone came with it. Eun-myeong stared down at it blankly.
“Why is this….”
Soon, the call cut off. The screen turned off automatically, and what appeared was the missed call list. Unknown number, unknown number, unknown number followed several times, and then a number saved as ‘Home’ popped up.
Eun-myeong’s hand dropped. His heart beat violently. He felt suffocated, as if his throat were being strangled. This was definitely his home number.
He hoped it wasn’t, that it was just a similar model of cell phone. But he could no longer deny it.
Why did the man have Noona’s cell phone?
Then, the sound of a door opening was heard. The man had come back from the terrace. Eun-myeong flustered, clutching the cell phone tightly in both hands.
“Baby.”
The man even called him. At the voice echoing through the wall, cold sweat poured down his forehead. What should I do, oh, what should I do…
The presence grew closer, and Eun-myeong, trapped in the narrow dressing room, was plagued by the compulsion to escape. Clutching the cell phone tightly in both hands, he hid inside the closet. As he pulled the doors shut on both sides, a pitch-black darkness covered Eun-myeong like a curtain.
Huff, huff…
He gasped for air. He bit his lower lip hard. His eyes grew so hot that the intraocular pressure rose as if his eyeballs were about to be popped out.
“What is he trying to do now?”
The man’s voice was heard beyond the closet door. Eun-myeong curled his body even tighter, like a fist. As he pulled his trembling knees toward him…
With a creak, a beam of light poured over his eyes. Eun-myeong gasped.
Unable to even exhale the breath packed tightly in his lungs, he slowly lifted his head, and—
“Peek-a-boo.”
Cold eyes were looking down at him.