By Zephyria 
The red glow of dawn. Eun-myeong followed the man out, wearing nothing but a padded jacket. His eyes were swollen.
The man had brought him to a sauna attached to a hotel, claiming that one must sweat out the old grime at the start of the New Year. As they stepped off the elevator, the employee sitting at the front desk gave them a bright smile.
“Welcome.”
The man leaned lazily against the front desk and tapped it twice with two fingers.
“Two.”
“Yes, could you please wait a moment?”
Soon, the employee handed over two keys. Without looking back, the man walked ahead into the bathhouse.
“Hello,” Eun-myeong murmured softly, bowing his head like a chicken.
“Welcome,” the employee replied with a beam. Startled, Eun-myeong quickly scurried after the man. As he did, he turned his head back to bow again.
“Goodbye…”
Eun-myeong, who couldn’t feel satisfied unless he greeted someone at least once more, whispered his farewells in a voice that was barely audible.
“Stop fucking around and get in here.”
The man’s harsh voice rang out. Eun-myeong replied, “Yes, sir,” and followed.
As he stepped inside, Eun-myeong’s face was flushed. While he was the type to remember a kind gesture for ages and beam with joy whenever people showed him interest, his lack of social skills made him feel unbearably shy under the gaze of others.
The air in the locker room was very damp. Despite being well-maintained, there was a faint, musty smell characteristic of saunas. The yellowish floor felt sticky beneath his feet.
The space was vast, but only the man and Eun-myeong were there.
The man stripped off his upper body in one go. His black t-shirt, which had been clinging tightly to his back and revealing every contour of his muscles, was rolled up.
The back muscles that appeared were truly formidable. They writhed with every movement, feeling like a threat to Eun-myeong.
“Strip,” the man muttered.
Because of the man’s foul temper and impatience, Eun-myeong hurriedly threw off his outer clothes. He rolled down his underwear as well. He could feel the man staring at his lower body. Though they had coupled naked many times, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame in moments like this.
The man picked up a large towel and covered his lower half. His thick pubic hair was barely concealed.
Oh, that’s how you do it. Having just learned, Eun-myeong quickly followed suit. While the towel fit the man snugly, it hung loosely over Eun-myeong’s narrow hips.
They opened the hot door and entered the sauna. Steamy vapor enveloped Eun-myeong’s face.
In truth, Eun-myeong had rarely been to a bathhouse. Being a frugal person, he didn’t quite understand why one would pay money to come to a hot place when they could just wash at home.
As he sat inside, the intense heat caused sweat to pour off him. Feeling awkward in the flowing silence, Eun-myeong blurted out something.
“Boss, there’s no one else here.”
The man brushed back the hair falling over his forehead and spoke.
“You should be ashamed to be walking around with a hairless cock dangling like that.”
The man’s large chest muscles twitched. For some reason, watching them felt erotic and embarrassing.
“Your cock isn’t even ripe yet.”
Eun-myeong instinctively lowered his gaze, but that was an even worse move. He saw the towel being pushed up precariously. Thick pubic hair covered the deep grooves of muscle.
And the lower body visible beneath it…
If a stranger had seen it, they would have been horrified, wondering if a python had crawled in and coiled itself; he was fully erect. He himself wondered why he was getting hard in a place like this.
“Get on top of me.”
The man didn’t even listen to Eun-myeong’s question of “Here?” He grabbed Eun-myeong’s wrist instantly and pulled him down to sit across his thighs.
With two towels between them, their lower bodies pressed together.
“B-Boss.”
The man kneaded Eun-myeong’s thigh with one hand as if massaging dough. He gripped the soft flesh, checking its elasticity, and shook it back and forth.
Whenever the man touched his body in such an open space, Eun-myeong would anxiously scan the surroundings, terrified that someone might see them.
“Boss, what if someone comes in…”
“Am I your boss?”
While Eun-myeong was dying of anxiety, the man chuckled as if he found it hilarious. A clear look of amusement was etched in his eyes as he looked down. Eun-myeong’s eyes grew red for no reason.
“Hmm?”
The man asked again why he was being called the boss, but Eun-myeong wouldn’t meet his eyes. The man grabbed Eun-myeong’s small head and pushed it downward.
“Go ahead and suck your boss’s cock.”
Why here of all places… Even if no one was there now, there was no telling when someone might barge in.
“Bite it.”
The man forcefully thrust his hips upward. A cold gaze fell upon Eun-myeong’s face.
He couldn’t resist anyway. Reluctantly, Eun-myeong pulled down the man’s towel. The cock that sprang up was dripping pre-cum like a dog.
Eun-myeong took the man’s vulgar cock into his hand. Just holding it revealed bulging veins that looked grotesque, almost like a monster.
He opened his jaw wide and swallowed the man’s cock. It was so large it felt like it was being crammed into his throat. A fishy taste flowed rhythmically down Eun-myeong’s throat.
“Use your tongue to suck it.”
No matter how hard he tried, Eun-myeong’s skill at sucking cock never improved. His jaw felt like it was going to dislocate from holding something so large in his mouth.
Claiming that his cock was about to swell and burst, the man soon gripped the back of Eun-myeong’s head tightly and began to thrust inside.
“Kuh, hng, ack.”
Eventually, with a choked sound, he came inside Eun-myeong’s mouth. While gripping the trembling mass of brown muscle in his thighs, Eun-myeong coughed painfully.
The man grabbed Eun-myeong’s chin and pulled it up, telling him to swallow every last drop.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Only after he struggled to swallow everything did the man smirk with satisfaction. Eun-myeong’s jaw didn’t just ache; his temples were throbbing, leaving him completely exhausted from how long he had held it in his mouth.
After finishing their bath, they went to a traditional Korean restaurant. Eun-myeong’s face, smooth as a baked stone egg, looked sullen. The place served well-grilled Atka mackerel and seaweed soup, but his jaw still hurt so much that he couldn’t eat properly.
“Tsk, you’re ruining my appetite.”
As Eun-myeong counted the grains of rice with his spoon, a mean comment immediately flew back. Eun-myeong quickly straightened his back and began shoving large spoonfuls of rice into his mouth.
The next moment, the man’s cell phone began to ring. He took out the phone and answered.
“Yes, Chairman, this is Kang Pyeong-won.”
The man stood up with the phone in his hand.
“If you leave any food, I’ll spank your ass.”
With a deep frown, he left the table after issuing that threat.
As soon as he disappeared, Eun-myeong quickly grabbed his own cell phone. The shattered screen flickered on. Most of the messages were from Yong-hee.
[Hyung I went to your house and it’s a fucking mess sh*t]
He thought the messages had been flooding in for a while; it seemed Yong-hee had finally gone to his house.
Eun-myeong, who had come out after washing with warm water, rubbed his face—flushed red like a soft peach—as if in distress.
[That old bastard did this, right?? Hyung, were you sold off because of debt??]
It was a total disaster. Why of all people did Yong-hee, who had grown up like a flower in a greenhouse, have to see such a sight?
[Yong-i, I’m really okay ㅠㅠ you don’t have to worry]
Eun-myeong pressed the reply button firmly. Then, he let out a long sigh. Besides that, a message from Jjangja scratched painfully at Eun-myeong’s eyes.
[Today]
[If you forget]
[You know you’re dead, right?]
Sweating it out at the bathhouse and having a delicious meal felt like a dream. The man had said he’d punish him if he left any food, but Eun-myeong couldn’t take another bite.
He just stared down at the seaweed soup that was growing cold.
“B-Boss…”
The man returned. As Eun-myeong spoke, his mouth went dry with anxiety. The man’s intuition was so sharp it felt as if he could see right through him.
“You know, it’s the holiday season, so the net-hauling work is really busy.”
Fearing the man might notice something strange, Eun-myeong tried to act natural, smacking his lips as he continued.
“I think I might have to head out early in the morning…”
In reality, Yong-hee’s family had decided to rest on the holiday. Since it was a large, blessed family, relatives from Seoul were coming to visit. Yong-hee had told him to come along and eat plenty of delicious food.
He figured that Yong-hee would soon distance himself. No one would want to keep someone by their side whose life was threatened by debt collectors. He was almost his only friend… and he hadn’t even been able to buy him chicken.
Saddened, Eun-myeong looked down at the seaweed soup. Looking at the limp, blurred seaweed, he felt that its lifeless appearance wasn’t so different from his own.
Eun-myeong crept out at dawn. He wrapped himself tightly in his clothes.
The man had bitten and chewed into his body so relentlessly that it was now hard to find a single spot untouched. If anyone were to see him, Eun-myeong felt he might truly want to bite his tongue and die.
The road to the orphanage. It was a street that felt both strange and familiar. Eun-myeong let out a deep sigh. A pale mist of breath flowed from his lips like cigarette smoke.
“Haa.”
He truly thought he would never have a reason to come back here, yet here he was for such a reason.
The orphanage doors were tightly shut. However, for Eun-myeong, who had lived there for a long time, that was no problem. If he circled around to the back of the building, there was a window half-buried in the ground like a semi-basement. After shaking the window frame up and down a few times, the lever quickly loosened.
Eun-myeong awkwardly leaped through the window. White dust flew everywhere.
“A-achoo…”
A small cough escaped him involuntarily. Startled, he quickly scanned the surroundings. However, there was no sign of anyone inside the orphanage.
The interior was as bleak and dry as ever. It looked exactly like a psychiatric ward. Multiple beds were crammed into a single sleeping room, and everything consisted of white walls and white corridors.
“….”
As he moved further inside, Eun-myeong encountered his younger self. The child who was scolded for wetting his pants; the child who forced himself to eat carrots he hated just to be praised, only to vomit and be scolded; the countless nights he spent tossing and turning in his blanket from hunger.
Looking back, everything was punctuated by sadness and pain.
And at the end of that corridor was the director’s office. When he cautiously opened the door and entered, the inside was in ruins. Trophies and desks had all been moved, the floor was strangely scratched, and the wallpaper was torn to shreds.
What on earth had happened? It looked as if someone had already overturned everything; where could the aphrodisiac be in a place like this?
Eun-myeong stopped at a corner of the wall. The photos were all still hanging properly on the wall, but one photo was missing. It was the photo of him and the other children together.
Next to it, Chairman Go’s face looked as if it had been caved in by something.
…A golf club? Recalling the Director, Eun-myeong gave a small nod. A golf club was always in his hand.
Yes, it looked as if it had been completely smashed in with something like a golf club.
The sight of the face sunken in black was so terrifying that a chill ran down his spine.