By Zephyria 
A supple naked body, looking as if it had been kneaded with first-grade water poured over flour, was completely drenched and slick with bodily fluids.
The man let out violent, ragged gasps. With every forceful thrust, the hip bones dipped and vanished in a constant rhythm. The dark red, wet member repeatedly slammed its head into Eun-myeong’s narrow cave.
“St-stop…!”
He didn’t know how many times this had happened. His body was sticky with sweat, and the pheromones were haphazardly mixed in a complete chaotic mess.
Eun-myeong felt as though he had been squeezed to his absolute limit. Begging him to please stop, he curled his fists slightly and pounded against the man’s chest.
“Stop it, I want to stop…. Hic!”
Thump, thump… but even that was so weak. His heart was too fragile to strike hard; it was barely more than a tickle against the man’s chest.
“Will that be enough?”
Hair that was always neatly swept back with hairspray had fallen in a few strands over his forehead due to the rough movements. The man’s eyes glinted through the dark hair. Huh? Will that be enough? he asked.
“If you really don’t want to do it, you should slap me, fuck… why are you just throwing a tantrum?”
The man pushed his face toward Eun-myeong, telling him to slap him. Trapped between the man’s thick arms, Eun-myeong looked shocked. His eyes trembled.
“How could I slap you….”
He looked at the man resentfully, his eyes asking how he could possibly do such a thing, and that he was truly going too far.
Ha. To a man, it was a pathetic display. It was just a slap. While the man was ravaging his underside as if he intended to turn it into a rag, he was resisting, asking how he could possibly slap him.
“If some bastard does something to you, you’re supposed to slap them away with your filthy hand.”
As he spoke, he gripped the slender wrist tightly.
“Let me go….”
Eun-myeong resisted, shaking his arm, but the man pulled him roughly. Then, he forced Eun-myeong’s hand onto his own cheek.
“Hit me.”
He spoke in a voice as gloomy and murky as a churning swamp. For some reason, the thought of Eun-myeong slapping his cheek made his own member swell even larger. He could feel pre-cum leaking as his urethral opening trembled.
“I don’t want to.”
Eun-myeong shook his head from side to side. The teardrops clinging to the corners of his eyes scattered like beads.
“I don’t want to, I won’t do it.”
Holding Eun-myeong’s resisting wrist, the man slammed it against his own cheek with all his might. Slap, smack! A sound like a whip, almost as if skin were tearing, rang out. Eun-myeong’s gentle eyes froze in shock.
“Why….”
Eun-myeong’s hand dropped limply. The tears clinging to his eyelashes streamed down his cheeks. His lower lip trembled from the impact that had just hit his palm.
“Boss, you’re bleeding….”
Moreover, a scratch had appeared near the man’s cheekbone, and blood leaked out. The shock Eun-myeong felt at that moment was immense.
Eun-myeong was someone who had never harmed another person in his life. He had never even spoken harshly to a stray puppy passing by. He had never carelessly stepped on a weed. He was simply born without a mean bone in his body.
With eyes of utter innocence, Eun-myeong reached out. With a gaze as if looking at something precious, he tried to caress the man’s cheek. However, the man grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
“If that old chairman bastard shoved his nose into a baby’s armpit, would you just let him?”
At the mention of the Chairman, Eun-myeong’s shoulders stiffened like tofu fried in a pan.
“No….”
Shaking his head violently, he threw himself into the man’s arms. The man only shifted his gaze. He looked down at the tear-stained face of the one clinging to him.
“Then you should smash his head in or something; is just obediently offering up your hole enough?”
Without Eun-myeong noticing, the man’s lips curled upward. It wasn’t a fake smile for others to see, but a real smile worn in the shadows. He let his voice flow gloomily into the small, heat-radiating ear.
“Then again, you have to do whatever the customer tells you to do.”
Right? he asked again. He didn’t know if he was being told to smash a head or to obediently offer his hole. He couldn’t tell which tune he was supposed to dance to.
Perhaps because he was being tossed around so much, the sound of Eun-myeong sniffing was heard. A damp sensation stained the man’s shoulder. It seemed he was running his nose, but the man, who was excessively fastidious, didn’t even twitch an eyebrow.
“Hic…!”
“Do you know what Mister was doing all night?”
Instead, he spat out a sinister question.
For a moment, there was a lull on the bed. Soon, whatever he imagined made Eun-myeong’s expression darken. The tip of his nose was bright red, the skin chafed like a nipple from being sucked so much by the man.
“The sashimi restaurant owner….”
The man raised an eyebrow at the sudden mention of someone else in the middle of fucking. He found it terribly irritating that Eun-myeong was thinking of another cock while being pierced by his.
“…said they were hitting on their lover….”
Ah, at the following words, the man groaned deeply. Even in his imagination, it was only something of that sort.
“Boss, please don’t… don’t do it with other people like that.”
Eun-myeong murmured weakly. He pleaded with him not to, as if the man were committing some sort of impurity.
The tension in the man’s brow relaxed as he grabbed Eun-myeong’s nose, shaking it while slowly shaking his head.
“No. Whether I go out and dig into some other Omega bastard’s belly or not, that’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”
At the heartless words, Eun-myeong cried out in dislike and hugged the man’s neck tightly.
“Please, only do it with me….”
Anxious, Eun-myeong shook his hips. Squelch, slurp, squelch… The hole that was tightly gripping the man’s member began to chew on the shaft of the cock on its own.
Such clumsy movements. It looked almost pitiful.
“Hngh…!”
“Are you going to squeeze out the semen with that?”
The man pressed his palm firmly down on Eun-myeong’s small chest. He slammed Eun-myeong back onto the bed and began to thrust into him violently.
“Ngh, haa, mngh…. Pl-please, gently…, slowly.”
Eun-myeong let out a melting moan and pulled the man’s neck closer. Even amidst the dizzying shaking, he tenderly caressed the man’s cheek with the back of his hand. Finding even that annoying, the man pinned both wrists down and pounded into the inside.
The end of the rough passion. The two collapsed onto the bed.
The man was naturally aggressive and sensitive, often unable to sleep deeply, but today he sprawled out like a sated lion. He was fully immersed in sleep, his large ribcage expanding and contracting.
“…….”
Squeak. Eun-myeong lifted his body. He slid away from the man’s side stealthily, like a little mouse. Tiptoeing carefully.
Because of that, the man woke up. Narrowing his eyes, he considered grabbing the back of the boy’s head and pulling him back, but he let him be. With shoulders slumped as if defeated, the man decided to see what on earth he was doing.
The man pulled a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth. He flicked a tiger-patterned lighter and lit it. Through the terrace door, he could see a small, blurry figure huddled outside.
Perhaps fearing the man would wake if the door closed, the sound from outside leaked through a gap that had been intentionally left slightly open.
Crash, crash. The waves were hitting. Whoosh. The wind blew. The chilly air would be striking the sandy beach repeatedly, bringing a cold draft.
In the midst of that, he was wearing nothing but a robe. With his groin dangling openly underneath, he wondered what he intended to do outside. Huh? Not even ashamed of his dangling cock.
“Haa.”
Occasionally, the sound of a sigh drifted in. The small, thin back looked quite pathetic. A funny sort of sorrow emanated from the back of his fist-sized head.
Was that young thing suffering from lovesickness?
It was a pitiful and heartbreaking gesture, but the man was irritable from the lack of sleep. The disappearance of the volume he used to hold in his arms was annoyingly conspicuous. He frowned deeply.
Suddenly, irritation surged. Squeak. With the sound of the bed, the man stood up naked.
Bang! As he kicked open the terrace door, the small body jumped. He looked up from where he had been burying his eyes in his knees.
“Boss.”
His wide-open eyes were as red as a rabbit’s. The tip of his nose was flushed red, as if it had been pressed hard against a wall. Because he had been tormented so relentlessly, his face was a mess.
“Why… did you wake up?”
His pale skin glowed in the darkness. He rubbed his puffy eyes with his sleeve.
Meanwhile, perhaps because he was wearing the man’s robe, it was far too large for him. His bare chest was fully visible, and his legs were spread, exposing his fair thighs. The man scanned all of it with half-closed eyes.
“Stop acting pathetic and come here.”
The man grabbed his arm. Eun-myeong tried to push him away with his elbow, as if he wouldn’t move a single step in this state.
However, the man, like a thug, lightly scooped the resisting body into his arms. Their chests pressed together, and Eun-myeong’s swollen cheeks clung to the man’s chin. The loose ribbon of the robe dragged on the floor.
“What, are you protesting for me to love you or something?”
When asked if he was begging for affection, Eun-myeong’s lips trembled.
“I never asked you to love me, I just felt uneasy and couldn’t sleep….”
Eun-myeong mumbled, not even looking at the man.
It was a ridiculous excuse that was transparently obvious. Eun-myeong did not have great stamina. His body was the type to ache for days even after a little bit of ravaging. Having been tormented to death, he should have collapsed into sleep immediately; what on earth…
Perhaps realizing it sounded suspicious even to himself, his voice was heavily strained as he added,
“I’m serious.”
What was he so upset about? That he couldn’t go do the things he loved so much and was instead fucked over and over while held in these arms? Or was it his ignored feelings?
In a life like this, he wouldn’t have been rejected only once or twice, so what was so special about this? What was this nonsense about love.
“From tomorrow, I want to go back to rolling the nets.”
Whether he did or not. The man, not listening to a word Eun-myeong said, hugged the slender body as if occupying it. Pressing the small frame down with his large body, he fell back into sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, Eun-myeong had already left the spot beside him. The man woke up late and finished the meal brought into the room.
On the empty bed, fine body hairs were visible. A bit too curly to be head hair, they looked like Eun-myeong’s pubic hair.
The man rubbed his swollen cock against the blanket where Eun-myeong had lain. When he buried his nose in the pillow, where the scent of the ears and nape would be strongest, a clean fragrance brushed the tip of his nose.
After releasing a thick load once, he entered the shower room and washed his body with hot water. As he roughly swept his hair back, his deeply contoured face was revealed. The cheek that had been struck hard was already swollen red, as if it were going to bruise.
“…Ha.”
He let out a hollow laugh, amazed at the stinging sensation.
Coming out naked, he walked toward the closet, where a shirt was hanging. He suspected Eun-myeong had ironed it. Did the boy really think they had set up a newlyweds’ home? He let out a smirk, amused by the young thing acting like a wife.
Once he put on his polished shoes and stepped out, Bear was standing in front of the room.
“Boss, you’re awake.”
Bear, who had bent his waist at a 90-degree angle and then straightened up, widened his slanted eyes slightly.
“Boss, your face….”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Yes, yes…!”
He quickly bowed his head in acknowledgement. As if intentionally avoiding looking this way, he kept his thick neck stiffly fixed forward.
He took the elevator down and got into the waiting car. As the engine started and the car smoothly left the hotel, the man was looking down at his cell phone.
“Boss.”
Then, Bear called out to him. The man kept his head still and only shifted his eyes upward. Through the rectangular room mirror, he met Bear’s crossed eyes.
“He left this morning because his eyes were swollen.”
The man’s thick eyebrows furrowed violently. He wondered who he was talking about, and it was Eun-myeong. He had wondered why Bear had been glancing at him as if he had something to say.
“Director Park, why is your tongue so long today?”
He was originally a taciturn fellow. That was the reason the man kept him by his side. He wasn’t noisy and was deeply loyal.
The man leaned his muscular back against the seat and muttered,
“I told you to monitor him, not to admire his face.”
As always, a cold smile played on his lips.