By Zephyria 
Sea of Lust
Eun-myeong waited for the man. He dampened the shirts to iron them crisp, polished the remaining shoes until they gleamed, and buried his nose in his own shoulder, sniffing, chasing the faint lingering scent of the man.
“…….”
Meanwhile, beyond the horizon, the dawn light writhed like a worm. 5:00 AM. It was already long past the time he should have returned, yet the man did not come back.
Eun-myeong paced the room. He was unbearably anxious and restless, like a puppy needing to go outside.
…Could something have happened? Should I go look for him? Even though there are Misters who follow him around, it would be good if I had some kind of weapon I could use….
Just then, a pepper shaker on the dining table caught his eye. Suddenly, Eun-myeong’s gaze sharpened. Should I spray this in someone’s eyes? It would at least buy me enough time to escape.
Then, he sensed a presence. Eun-myeong’s head whipped around. The man entered, carrying the dawn breeze across his entire body.
…He’s back. Without realizing it, Eun-myeong beamed. His red lips parted wide, and his white front teeth bloomed shyly.
“Boss, you’re here?”
He scurried over quickly. As the man took off his shoes and stepped inside, he glanced at Eun-myeong and quirked an eyebrow.
“It was so late that I thought you weren’t coming today. I was wondering if I should go look for you.”
The man whipped off his jacket and draped it over the sofa. Fearing it might wrinkle, Eun-myeong carefully cradled the garment in his arms and hung it on a hanger. Without waiting even that brief moment, the man headed for the bathroom.
His ferociously broad back grew distant. Eun-myeong, growing more anxious, chased after him quickly.
“Oof!”
In an instant, he slammed his lower abdomen against a protruding cabinet. Despite that, he swiftly followed the man into the bathroom. His stomach throbbed with pain, but he continued to chatter away.
“Boss, you wore the shoes I polished…. Next time, I’ll make sure they aren’t too shiny.”
The time spent waiting alone was too long and lonely. He didn’t know how many words had piled up in the meantime.
“I found that applying the shoe cream gently worked well.”
Regardless of this, the man, indifferent as a pillar of ice, unwrapped his watch and placed it beside the sink. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and rubbed his large hands to wash them. Grains of sand washed away.
Swoosh, all the while, Eun-myeong simply clung to his side. He tracked every single one of the man’s movements with his eyes.
“I lost my cell phone, so I couldn’t call you, which is a bit disappointing. I couldn’t even send a text. Like an idiot, I’m the one who lost it….”
As the man looked at him without a word, those eyes, as docile as a dog’s, were fixed entirely on him. He grinned, as if something were simply wonderful.
When their gazes became entangled like ropes, Eun-myeong didn’t know what to do. His cheeks flushed red, and he rolled his eyes back and forth, gauging the man’s reaction. He needlessly clenched and unclenched his fingers.
Despite being the type to shrink his neck in fear if anyone else even tried to touch him, he acted cute, preoccupied with the thought that if he wagged his tail well enough, the man might pet him once more.
“But there is a phone at the hotel….”
This was the main point. There was a phone at the hotel; would it be alright to call?
Emotions that he hadn’t managed to contain overflowed from the clumsy and naive being.
“Why is Baby so clingy today?”
Loyalty dwelt in the eyes directed toward the man. The moist gaze was, ridiculously, affectionate.
Good god, a face like that. With a look like that, it seemed as though even if the man committed the most heinous acts, he would just whimper and beg to be held and loved.
“And you’re talking too much for no reason.”
The man spoke in a voice that was utterly cold. A strange heat was spreading and glistening in his eyes, but Eun-myeong, already intimidated and looking down, didn’t notice.
“I’m sorry if I was annoying.”
“Of course you’re a nuisance to me.”
As if telling him not to get in the way any further, the man cut straight to the core.
“Show me your armpits.”
At the sudden command, Eun-myeong hesitated shyly. But only for a moment, he soon rolled up his top. His nipples, plump and full of juice, were revealed, and his white belly was exposed. The stomach area was red, like the tender flesh of a small animal. It was the mark from where he had bumped into the cabinet earlier, and it looked as though it would soon bruise.
The man buried his nose in Eun-myeong’s bare nape. Then, he let out an involuntary groan of satisfaction. The scent of skin was several times stronger than usual.
“Baby smells like milk, it’s driving me crazy. Did you not wash?”
Eun-myeong’s eyes darted around. Silence soon became an admission. He shivered in shame, but the man was relentless.
“You didn’t wash even though you’re dirty, just so Mister could smell you.”
“It’s not that….”
As if in response, the man opened his lungs wide and greedily inhaled Eun-myeong’s scent.
Hup, huuk…. The man’s breath was ragged. The tip of his nose brushed against the nipple that had turned red from being kneaded so much. Eun-myeong twisted his side.
“Ugh, hng….”
Even while being subjected to something that was practically harassment, he made nasal sounds of pleasure and swayed his hips.
“It’s not that, it’s because I could smell Boss….”
The man’s groin was thoroughly wet. Like an eel, his cock had swollen its head large, ready to split Eun-myeong’s legs and dig underneath at any moment.
Eun-myeong, too, had his cock swollen, as if he carried a bell between his legs.
“Did you enjoy the sashimi?”
In such a state, he murmured such things to the man. It was a situation where asking to be fucked right now would have been more appropriate.
“Next time, I can boil fish stew for you, and I’ll make chewy fish cakes too. Please come to the sashimi restaurant for dinner.”
Tenderly and softly, as if lovers were whispering sweet nothings at night. The man was utterly appalled. He wondered if it was heat, but surprisingly, it was pure passion.
“Since Boss likes things spicy and clean, I’ll put in chili powder and green onions….”
Eun-myeong made a gap of about 2 centimeters with his fingers and mimicked the action of chopping green onions. He spoke boldly, as if he had already figured out the man’s taste.
While acting so precociously, he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck.
Eun-myeong pursed his lips and lifted his heels. Chu, he kissed him. His moist, wet nostrils were crushed against the man’s chin. He had intended to kiss the cheek, but he hit the rough chin instead.
As Eun-myeong rubbed his cheek against the beard, a rustling sound was heard.
“Still, please don’t wander around too late at night. It’s dangerous.”
The man only lowered his gaze. He chuckled coldly, like a ghost. He had realized what Eun-myeong wanted. He wanted to play at love.
While Eun-myeong was aching with affection, the man had done something Eun-myeong could never imagine.
He had killed a person. If you dig a deep hole in the sand and plant a human upside down, they can never escape. Not realizing they are buried upside down, they flounder until they suffocate.
‘You, you fucker! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who my father is? Do you think he’ll leave you alone when he finds out!’
The pitch-black sea, the violently crashing waves, the sandy beach where sand flew, and a small fry bleeding from a shattered head, scanning the surroundings with eyes wide with terror.
‘Your father?’
The man asked slowly, bending his knees to sit.
‘Ah, Director Park. Where is that carcass now?’
‘The rainy season hit a few days ago, so by now he should be buried in the Russian sea.’
When Bear spoke, the small fry’s eyes widened.
‘What, what…?’
Only then did the small fry seem to grasp the situation and began to mutter frantically. No, my father, fuck, that can’t be, you bastards, he definitely said he went bankrupt and ran away, fuck…. While he was screaming and struggling wildly.
‘What should we do?’
‘Bury him alive.’
The man’s command drove straight into the center of the sea breeze.
‘Yes, understood.’
As soon as Bear plunged the shovel into the sandy beach, the man immediately slammed his knees into the sand and begged desperately, tears and snot streaming down his face.
‘I’ll live without ever acting out again, fuck…, I’ll really live like a dead mouse, please! Whether you killed my old man or not, I won’t even report it.’
The way he bled looked as if he had been dipped in raw vinegar, and the man smirked. He wailed and made a scene for a long time.
‘I’ll give you all the money that bastard gambled away, please, fuck, just save my life, really, I don’t need a single cent, I don’t give a fuck if you sell that slutty piece of shit or not, really.’
It was so boring. The man yawned and put a cigarette in his mouth. Bear stopped shoveling and lit it with a lighter. The pleas didn’t work, and as the hole grew deeper, the man began to lash out.
‘That fucking idiot Lee Eun-myeong, when I told him I’d sell him to Chairman Go, he was shaking his ass like crazy.’
That was when the man reacted. Amidst the surrounding darkness, only his eyes whipped back.
‘Since that brat is an orphan, he even begged the Director to hold him, acting like a total bitch…!’
Perhaps sensing that the end had truly arrived, his tongue was unrestrained. The man approached, stepping heavily on the sand with his shoes. A fierce blue light glowed in the whites of his eyes. Despite the eerie sight, the small fry managed to spit out one last thing.
‘Do you think you’re the only one who’s seen Lee Eun-myeong’s belly? If I’d told him to suck my cock, he probably would have!’
The man grabbed him by the nape and slammed his face straight into the sand. The man gasped and struggled with his whole body. He pleaded to be allowed to breathe, but the man exhaled cigarette smoke and muttered.
‘No, that’s impossible.’
He knew because he had held him himself. That reaction was definitely the first time the boy had been held by a man. Who would dare touch that? Not unless they had completely lost their mind.
While pressing the small fry’s face down with his knee, the man shoved his hand into the throat and ripped out the tongue.
Aaaaaagh! A horrific scream pierced the empty beach. Somewhere, a crow cawed.
Eun-myeong, hiding in the pitch-black night, did not know what filthy acts had occurred. His innocent eyes, moist with tears, looked up at the man.
“When did I ever say you could act like a lover?”
As the atmosphere turned rapidly cold, Eun-myeong’s lips froze. As if not knowing what to do, the arms wrapped around the man’s neck slowly slid away.
“No….”
“I called you pretty, pretty, and now you’re starting to climb over me.”
Having lost his courage, Eun-myeong sank into dejection. The mouth that had been chattering was now closed, and the eyes that had been blindly fixed on the man now crawled along the floor.
The only “love” the man had witnessed in his life was a vicious, smelling, filthy lust. His biological mother had her living flesh torn away, and the man who was his father eventually went mad and became a half-wit who stuffed wild boars in the living room.
The man was not so pathetic as to let his life be mortgaged by such cheap affection. The Baby was maddeningly pretty and cute, but that was all. Why would he immerse himself in a sea of lust?
For him, a burning sexual desire was enough.
He wanted to ask that pale face: Would it be okay if I taxidermied you? As the thought began to branch out in that direction, blood rushed fiercely to his cock.
The man zipped down his pants with a shrrrip. Grains of sand fell away. The man’s cock was already erect, the urethral opening flared to its limit.
“Want to suck my cock?”
The man spat thick saliva onto the urethral opening that seemed to be foaming at the sight of Eun-myeong. As he stroked it up and down, a squelching sound was heard. He asked filthily in a damp voice.
“But Baby is an Omega now, so if you fuck with Mister, you might get pregnant.”
Eun-myeong’s eyelashes trembled. His eyes were half-covered by the forest of lashes, but it wasn’t hard to predict that they were filled with tears.
“…Um, there are condoms in the drawer.”
There was no strength left in the voice that flowed blurrily.