By Zephyria 
Indirect lighting from the ceiling cast an orange glow. The room, shimmering in amber light, felt exceptionally gloomy today.
“Ugh, hng….”
The man pinned Eun-myeong against the glass window. His profile pressed flat against the sticky pane with a wet smack. Eun-myeong’s chubby cheeks were crushed violently. The flare of his nostrils felt raw and stinging.
It hurts…. He wanted to squirm away, but the man was pressing him down firmly from behind.
“Boss, I want to wash up.”
The various smells he’d picked up at the bar were undoubtedly swirling and radiating off him in a chaotic mess. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, appetizers, and sweat.
The man always greedily inhaled and licked every scent from his body, and Eun-myeong didn’t want to present himself in such a state. He wanted to protect whatever shred of pride he had left.
“Just for a moment, please, I want to wash up quickly.”
The man ripped off his coat roughly. He completely ignored Eun-myeong’s small voice, acting as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Instead, he grabbed one of Eun-myeong’s slender arms and forced it around his own neck.
“Hup!”
He buried his nose deep into the hollow of the armpit revealed beneath. Eun-myeong trembled, straining on his tiptoes to match the man’s height. The tips of his big toes pressed against the window, feeling unbearably cold.
“Huuup, hu….”
The man’s prominent nose was shoved into the small cave, sharply inhaling the scent. He breathed it in deeply.
“I’m sweaty right now, so I’m dirty.”
A hand as wide as a pot lid rolled up Eun-myeong’s t-shirt.
“What the hell were you doing to get sweaty? Did you have a delicious fuck with some young brat?”
Soon, Eun-myeong’s head popped through. His thin hair became wildly disheveled, like a dirty dog. The man’s head dove back under the armpit, and he immediately began to suck on the hairless skin.
Chup, jjuup, jjuuk. Along with the vulgar sounds, the soft, tender flesh of the armpit was sucked into the man’s mouth and kneaded violently by sharp, hard teeth.
“It tickles…”
The polo shirt the man had bought him was too warm, making it a bit hot to wear inside the shop. Since the heater was blasting, he felt like he had broken into a light sweat. The man crushed and chewed the flesh as if he were sucking on something delicious, like a sweet piece of fruit.
His nipples, swollen like reddish berries, left circular fingerprints on the glass window. Squeak, squeak. Sticky sounds erupted as the skin was crushed and rubbed.
“Hng…!”
Eun-myeong’s face was faintly reflected in the window. He looked terrified, yet at the same time, his face seemed flushed with heat and filled with anticipation. He knew that even while being forced into these perverted acts every time, he would eventually wiggle his hips, saying it felt good.
The silhouette of the Boss standing behind him shimmered. However, his face was not visible. A memory from last time flashed through Eun-myeong’s mind. Himself, face-down like a dog, offering only his backside, clutching the blanket tightly with both hands while panting. Was it going to happen again…?
He hated it when he was taken from behind like this. Eun-myeong’s eyebrows drooped.
Lights scattered beneath the window. The moment he spent drinking beer and talking with Yong-hee at the bar felt like a dream. It felt as if that brief moment was merely a vain hope for Eun-myeong.
“Show me your hole.”
A damp voice flowed from behind and pooled in his ear. The cold white breath created frost flowers on the glass window. After hesitating, Eun-myeong pulled down his pants and underwear with his fingers.
Thud. His lower garments dropped instantly and caught around his ankles.
Eun-myeong’s private parts were exposed under the dim light. The man rubbed his lower body against the crease of Eun-myeong’s buttocks. As always, it was ignorantly large and hot. A raw, dog-like cock, fully aroused, pushed against Eun-myeong.
“This fucking ass.”
The man gripped each butt cheek in his hands. Flesh bulged out between his fingers.
The hole was swollen reddish, just as the man had poked it before. The man used his large hand to pinch the folded skin beneath the buttocks like a pair of tongs and shook it violently. Chall-chall-chall, the supple buttocks shook like tofu.
“You went out looking like this?”
No matter how many hundreds of times this hole was poked, it never stretched out; it always tightened around the fingers with a chewy grip. It felt as if it were chewing on the knuckles.
The man aligned his glans and slammed inside with a thump, and the flesh opened its maw to greedily suck him in.
“Ung, hng….”
His body jolted. He kept trying to slide away in his socks, but the man held him tight. With nowhere to hold onto, Eun-myeong pressed his palms against the glass window. It was cold and chilling.
His cock was crushed against the glass. It flushed red and leaked fluid. Splat, splat! The spilled fluid hit the window and flowed down viscously.
“Ah…!”
The nipples rubbing against the glass were beyond swollen; they were sore. As they shook wildly in the air, bright red, the man slapped Eun-myeong’s buttocks, telling him not to act vulgar by shaking his nipples. With a sharp smack, a large palm print remained on the fair flesh like a tattoo.
The man roughly pinched Eun-myeong’s nipple between his fingers, grabbed his chest, and ejaculated with a coarse groan.
“Keu, hng….”
His entire body shuddered as if an earthquake were hitting him.
“If you were an Omega, you’d have been pregnant by now.”
Meanwhile, the cell phone continued to ring. Zzzing, vring. He didn’t even need to look to know who was calling. Eun-myeong tried to cover the cell phone with his toes.
However, the man picked up the cell phone from Eun-myeong’s pants. As the cock that had been plugging him tightly finally slid out, Eun-myeong trembled in a state of total exhaustion.
“Ugh, nng….”
Behind him, the man read the screen of the cell phone.
“Did you take out a private loan?”
With a cigarette in his mouth, the man muttered Yong-hee’s text message with slurred pronunciation.
“That bastard is a thug, right? Fuck, it says coming to collect a debt at this hour is illegal.”
His speech was clumsy because he was chewing on the filter. He let out a short laugh.
“I’ll report him for you.”
Report? The man chewed over the word, his eyes shifting to stare at Eun-myeong. A wet, licking sound echoed.
“I told him not to, he just said it because he was worried about me.”
Insisting that it couldn’t possibly be true, Eun-myeong quickly defended Yong-hee, fearing the man might lay a hand on the innocent youth.
“If we don’t do this at this hour, what, are we supposed to fuck in broad daylight? Tsk.”
The man slammed back into Eun-myeong’s rear and covered Eun-myeong’s lower abdomen with his hand.
“He doesn’t even know that taking a hole at night is the best part.”
His thick thumb dug into Eun-myeong’s deep navel. Knowing that Eun-myeong felt ashamed, the man deliberately shoved his middle finger deep into the navel and shook it.
With the man’s member filling him and his hypersensitive navel being touched, his stomach felt unbearably nauseous.
“Can you feel it in here?”
Whenever he touched him like that, Eun-myeong would get a slight stomachache, but the man would notice the sign immediately and pat his lower abdomen all night.
“Yes, hng, hng-ugh, my lower… stomach….”
Though it was shameful and he hated it, the patting felt strangely unfamiliar yet pleasant, so he had endured it, but right now, his stomach felt too unsettled.
“What are you going to do if that bastard tells you to come to a lodge to comfort you? Huh? If you go crying and whining while holding your cock, will you go suck him, you little baby?”
The deeper the man pushed his middle finger into the navel, the more Eun-myeong’s cock flickered upward and then dropped down. Transparent fluid sprayed, soaking his pubic hair.
“He’s dying to fuck you; should I call him next time and let him have a taste?”
The man babbled, biting and chewing on Eun-myeong’s earlobe.
“No, no, no.”
Eun-myeong shook his head violently, saying that couldn’t happen.
Thump, thump, the man crushed the inside. He couldn’t keep up with the speed. Every time he was hit by the man’s hard pubic bone, his buttocks were ruthlessly smashed. Splat, splat, fluid splashed noisily.
“Our Eun-myeong is so fucking wet. He comes so well, too. Fuck, why doesn’t he have a marriage proposal?”
The man’s cock pierced through the reddish, swollen hole. As it blocked the inside like a stopper, Eun-myeong arched his body forward. Fortunately, the glass window blocked his front, preventing him from falling.
“At this rate, you might actually end up marrying this Mister.”
“St-stop….”
Blood rushed to the tip of Eun-myeong’s cock. He felt like he was about to ejaculate. His body was already as sensitive as it could be, but the man showed no mercy and pushed him further.
“Hng, hng! Please stop!!”
His vision turned white. Eun-myeong realized he was about to reach orgasm. The man had taught him this.
Was he going to ejaculate while facing the glass window like this? He feared the self-loathing that would crash over him at the end of this overwhelming pleasure. He became terrified of the moment he would realize that while he felt like he was flying high with wings, he was actually plummeting downward.
The hands clinging to the window trembled. He wanted to hug the man. He wanted his hands to reach him. Not to have a relationship like a beast, but to feel his body heat and be intoxicated by a good feeling. Being taken from behind like this was truly miserable and frightening.
“B-Boss.”
Eun-myeong slid his hands down from the window. He reached back and fumbled for the man’s thigh. However, the man ignored him and continued to stir him up. Even as the hole tightened as if it would snap, he dug deep and thrust repeatedly.
“Mister… ah, hng!”
Eun-myeong used every word he had to call him. But the man did not respond to any of them. No words could make the man stop.
Still shaking, Eun-myeong snapped his neck back and let out a shrill scream. The man simply continued to stir his insides frantically. Thump, thump, it felt as if the glans would burst right through the skin of his lower abdomen.
Finally, Eun-myeong recalled the word the man used to refer to himself.
“Mister.”
It was the first time Eun-myeong had ever called him that.
Stop. That was when the man stopped his hip movements.
Their eyes met, Eun-myeong’s eyes wet. The hair, which usually showed incredible setting power by being swept back with wax, had fallen over his forehead due to the violent thrusting.
Eun-myeong raised a trembling hand and touched the man’s neck. The strength had left his jaw, making his pronunciation blurred. Saliva leaked from his jaw.
“…Please.”
The words were faint, but the man’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. Unresolved sexual desire remained in his eyes, simmering intensely.
“Please hold me.”