By Zephyria 
Inside the kitchen, Aunt Jeong-hye whispered.
“What is a big guy like that doing rolling into a mediocre sashimi restaurant like this late at night?”
Eun-myeong cut the fish heads and placed them in the pot for the spicy fish stew.
“He’s definitely trying to get on your good side.”
That wasn’t it… The man’s past reckless words and outrageous behavior flashed before Eun-myeong’s eyes.
From telling him to hold his own cock and pee right in front of him, to suddenly digging into his bottom while he was asleep—every word the man spoke was nothing but filthy trash.
Yet, whenever he pushed back with such negative thoughts, a part of his mind defended the man: ‘No, he might not be that bad of a person. Look at him now; he found a job for Noona.’ An angel and a demon fought a fierce battle.
Of course, Eun-myeong himself couldn’t tell which side was the demon.
“Auntie, I’ll stay here. You go ahead and head home.”
Eun-myeong added hesitantly, “He came to pick me up…”
Aunt Jeong-hye’s eyes sparkled. It was a moment where her conviction regarding the relationship between Eun-joo noona and the man grew even stronger.
“Honestly, these men have to drink. You have to see if they get sloppy when they’re drunk, and whether they crawl back home properly or not.”
Even as she prepared to leave, the aunt repeatedly drilled a lesson into Eun-myeong.
“A hundred days of flapping one’s lips is useless. You have to see if he opens his wallet or not. Bastards who only have a working mouth are the ones who’ll slip out through their assholes later.”
When Eun-myeong stared blankly, she even poked him in the ribs with her elbow.
“If he’s your future brother-in-law, you have to keep a sharp eye on him.”
“I’m telling you, it’s not like that…”
Despite Eun-myeong’s small addition, the aunt’s suspicious gaze toward the man did not waver.
“Anyway, there’s something going on, I’m telling you. My gut says so.”
Sigh. Eun-myeong let out a small sigh as he saw the aunt off. Her small body, wrapped in thick clothing, left the shop. Her tightly permed hair fluttered in the wind and rain.
Ah, come to think of it, she left her hat behind—but by the time he realized it, she had already disappeared into the distance.
Now, Eun-myeong was left alone with the man in the sashimi restaurant. The stew bubbled on the table. It was a spicy fish stew with plenty of sliced chili peppers. His palms grew damp with sweat from the tension.
The man, who usually insisted on only the finest alcohol, uncharacteristically ordered the green bottles. Eun-myeong picked up the soju bottle and poured it glug-glug into the man’s glass.
“For me too.”
When Eun-myeong held out his soju glass with both hands, the man gave a short laugh. His gaze said, Look at this kid.
“Alcohol? You even know how to drink?”
Eun-myeong nodded slightly. In truth, he would get drunk after just a few sips. Still, a loud-mouthed customer had once told him that not having a drinking partner was a great rudeness.
“Then take a drink.”
As the man tilted the bottle, Eun-myeong quickly held up his glass.
After a couple of glasses had been exchanged, Eun-myeong, who had been uncharacteristically confident, soon became flushed from the alcohol and began to hiccup. Hic, hic.
“I’m getting a bit drunk,” he murmured.
As he did, he felt a gaze clinging to his forehead.
“Boss.”
Feeling a strange awkwardness, Eun-myeong rubbed his wrists for no reason. It felt itchy, as if new skin were sprouting.
“About my noona.”
He wanted to say thank you. He had heard that the man got her a job at a capital company, and although the work with the crab shells had become a debt piled onto him, he was still very grateful…
He had intentionally drunk the alcohol to gather the courage to say this. But why wouldn’t his lips move?
“I spoke with her on the phone earlier.”
But the man snapped the sentence Eun-myeong had barely managed to utter, like breaking a wooden chopstick.
“You’re quite close for people who don’t share a single drop of blood.”
Ah, Eun-myeong’s voice trailed off. However, assuming it was a compliment, he cautiously continued.
“Yes, we grew up together since we were young.”
They had grown up together in the same orphanage. She was his only family, his friend, and his companion.
As Eun-myeong nodded, the man said,
“Then you must have watched while I pissed my pants too.”
He spoke such filthy words. Yet, his expression was as nonchalant as if he were saying, ‘The spicy fish stew is saltier than I thought,’ making Eun-myeong momentarily doubt his own ears.
“How pitiful.”
The man laughed, pressing his tongue against the corner of his mouth. Then, he snapped his neck back and downed the soju glass.
“Drop your pants.”
“…Here?”
When Eun-myeong asked in surprise, the man looked down at him. His indifferent eyes seemed as though they would not yield a single inch. Eun-myeong soon cast his eyes downward.
He felt like a fool for having expected something and felt happy for a brief moment.
The shop doors hadn’t even been fully closed yet. Eun-myeong was dragged into the cramped room and pulled down his pants. Trembling in his arms, he lay prone like a dog in heat, offering only his buttocks to the man.
“I guess you went back to that house?”
His shabby underwear was revealed. The elastic was so stretched out that it looked like a rag that would slide right off with the wrong move.
The man made Eun-myeong lie prone on the sticky floor and poked his hole with a thick middle finger.
“Did you stretch out your bottom hole well while I was gone? Just being like this, the smell of cock-juice is leaking out so much that other bastards must have been losing their minds in heat.”
Eun-myeong regretted his mouth for chatting happily to his aunt earlier. He recalled the words his aunt had used to describe him.
She had called him a wretched thug.
That relentless, condescending gaze and vulgar way of speaking were undoubtedly those of a raw gangster.
“No, nothing like that happened…”
“If you want to clear your debt quickly, you have to dig out the hole.”
Eun-myeong added a sort of excuse, saying he hadn’t intended to be negligent.
“Yes, I should have, but the Boss didn’t come.”
The finger roughly rummaged through Eun-myeong’s hole. It poked inside, gathered the leaking lubrication, and shoved it back in.
“Hng, ngh, ah!”
Unable to keep his composure, Eun-myeong’s slender legs trembled. His plump buttocks shook, and the flesh quivered. Outside, the rain poured. Eun-myeong blocked his mouth with the back of his hand, stifling his moans.
“Ugh, ha-ah…!”
Squelching sounds leaked out. The slippers that had been precariously clinging to his feet were kicked away.
“I have a blood relative who is half-related to me.”
While Eun-myeong was completely out of it, moaning ngh, hng, the man continued.
“We’re so disgusted by each other’s scent that we can’t stand it.”
Even if he were a man who seemed like not a single drop of blood would come out even if stabbed with an awl, he must have had blood relatives. At that sudden truth, Eun-myeong’s body shuddered.
“If there were two bullets left, we’d shoot each other.”
His buttocks bounced, repeatedly swallowing and releasing the man’s cock. Eun-myeong’s feet twitched.
It felt as if the man were inserting his cock between the folds of his brain. It felt as if semen were trickling through the crevices of his mind. Eun-myeong let out frantic moans.
The man reached inside the apron and stripped off the t-shirt. Before he knew it, Eun-myeong was left wearing only the apron.
The man simply lowered his zipper and slammed into Eun-myeong’s rear. The speed and power were truly brutal.
“Haa-ugh, ha, ngh, hng!”
Miscellaneous items leaked out of Eun-myeong’s apron pocket. A bottle opener, a pen, a small notepad, and a few shabby one-thousand won bills.
When they were folded, they had been pressing against his skin, but scattered, they totaled 4,000 won. To think that 4,000 won was the price paid for Eun-myeong’s body. It was absurd.
He didn’t know how it happened, but there was even a black cigarette burn hole in the money. Furthermore, some scribbled writing was visible in the margin.
[Oppa’s number 016-4237-43xx]
“Haha.”
The man must have read it, as he burst into laughter.
“Your nature doesn’t go anywhere.”
Slap, slap, slap. Eun-myeong’s buttocks were struck loudly against the man’s groin.
“Hng, ah, ngh, ugh.”
Moans were repeatedly suppressed, bursting as muffled sounds against Eun-myeong’s palm.
“Looking at that, you’d probably just flip your eyes and cling to anyone who’d fuck you, even if it wasn’t your noona.”
“No, it’s not like that.”
While his mouth said no, his hole continued to suck in the cock, and he occasionally let out moans; even to himself, it was terribly contradictory.
Thanks to the soju, the urge to urinate was constantly stimulated. He wanted to take off the apron, but the man reached through a gap and grabbed Eun-myeong’s nipple.
“Look at this little thing swelling up.”
Even though he wasn’t being touched now, it was a problem that it swelled like a fruit and kept pushing against the fabric. Whenever it rubbed against the clothes, it felt so scratchy that moans would leak out from the coarseness.
While being roughly pounded, Eun-myeong was pushed by the man’s violent movements and his head thudded against the locker room.
“Hng!”
The old locker room dented miserably. Of all things, it was his noona’s. Since he had previously unlocked the lock with a starch toothpick, the door opened with a creak.
The items inside tumbled out. Among them were new stockings, still in their plastic wrap. The man suddenly picked them up. As the cock that had been filling him tightly slid out, sticky lubrication leaked out with it.
“Ha, ngh.”
At that immense sense of release, Eun-myeong’s body shuddered like a puppy urinating.
He wondered what on earth the man was doing, and then the man ripped the plastic open with a harsh rip. He took out the coffee-colored pantyhose and rolled them down.
“I don’t want to.”
He thought the man had truly gone mad. Eun-myeong tried to push the man’s hand away with his foot, but the man gave a short laugh as if it were ridiculous.
“When a customer comes, you have to do as they wish. The customer is king.”
The man seemed to have no intention of withdrawing his hand. With his face flushed bright red, Eun-myeong had no choice but to slide his foot into the stocking hole.
The soft fabric slid over his fully erect cock. As the fabric brushed against his pubic hair, it made a shhh sound, like stepping on fallen leaves. The shame was indescribable, and Eun-myeong felt tears welling up.
With the stockings on his legs, only the buttocks area was ripped open. Looking like a pervert, Eun-myeong was slammed into, as if being driven in like a stake.
“Ugh, ngh, hng.”
Clunk.
While he was giving his back and suppressing his sounds as much as possible, Eun-myeong flinched at a noise that drifted in from outside. For a moment, he wondered if he had misheard and hunched his shoulders.
Soon, a voice came, as if to deliver the final blow.
“Eun-myeong.”
His ears pricked up at the sound coming from the small window. It was his aunt. In that moment, the hat the aunt had left behind flashed before Eun-myeong’s eyes.
…He was screwed. If she saw him like this.