By Zephyria 
Thump, thump….
His heart raced, pounding wildly. Eun-joo swallowed hard. Gulp. A chilling tension filled the air.
What on earth was in here that required the door to be locked? The moment the CEO’s face flashed before her eyes, she shuddered involuntarily.
That unlucky bastard. Why would a man who has everything in the world lay a hand on her younger brother? If he’s just calling him in to use him as a tool for sexual gratification, he truly deserves to die.
Limping, Eun-joo approached the man’s desk and picked up the nameplate. She gripped it tightly in her hand, swinging it through the air a few times. She had an intuition that whatever was inside, it would cause a massive upheaval. That sharp, eerie sensation pierced through Eun-joo’s body like a bolt of lightning.
Finally, with a creak, she slowly turned the doorknob. Thump, thump, thump—the artery in her wrist pulsed. It felt as if all the blood circulating in her body was flowing backward….
Unsure of what might jump out, she shifted her center of gravity backward and peered inside. Immediately, a tremendous stench wafted into her nostrils. She quickly covered her nose with the back of her hand.
“Ugh, hurk….”
As she shone the flashlight inside, something caught her eye in the corner. A pair of eyes flashed with a piercing, cold light. For a moment, she thought it was a rat or something similar.
But it was a human body. The thought that followed was this: CEO Kang Pyeong-won must have killed someone and hidden them here.
“…Hah, ack!”
But in the next moment, Eun-joo nearly screamed in terror. The body, with its arms and legs tightly bound, twitched and moved. Startled, Eun-joo took a step back.
At first, because the body was curled up small, she wondered if it was a child, but when the person lifted their head, she realized it was an adult male. And that it was someone she knew. Though the skin clung to the cheekbones, gaunt to a terrifying degree, she could recognize him.
“Director?”
A shrill voice escaped Eun-joo’s lips. He was shriveled up like a dried pollack, and his complexion and features looked completely different, but that brightly bald head and the large mole under his nose meant it was definitely the Director.
The other man also seemed terrified at first, but upon realizing it was Eun-joo, he let out muffled, stifled sounds. The emotion lingering in those eyes, clouded with sleep crust… was clearly relief.
“Relief? You dare feel relief seeing me?”
Despite being the son of a bitch who had even forced her to deliver drugs, what on earth was he thinking, feeling at ease upon seeing her?
Limping, Eun-joo quickly approached and struck the Director’s body hard with the heavy nameplate.
“You son of a bitch!”
The Director writhed and squirmed like an earthworm. Fueled by surging rage, Eun-joo struck the Director’s body with the nameplate once more. The Director leaped and jerked like a slug being stepped on.
The anger she had accumulated until now burst forth like a collapsed dam once the floodgates opened.
“Yes, you shouldn’t be allowed to die peacefully. If you had just given me my money back then!!”
If this bastard hadn’t stalled and delayed the payment day after day, she could have found her brother and escaped long ago.
“If you hadn’t raised us in such a way….”
If this man hadn’t raised her and Eun-myeong in such misery, Eun-myeong would never have been drawn to a bastard like that because of his deficiencies.
The Director was the culprit of all this misfortune, the beginning of this farce.
“Where did you put my money?”
As Eun-joo raised the nameplate again, the Director writhed his body as if he had something to say, making muffled sounds.
“…….”
At that, Eun-joo briefly set her cell phone on the floor and readjusted her grip on the nameplate.
Then, she ripped off the tape covering the Director’s mouth with a rip! The area around the mouth of the Director, whose complexion was shockingly deathly pale, turned bright red.
“Your….”
The Director’s mouth opened, and every breath he exhaled smelled of rotting decay. Even though he only uttered a short phrase, he coughed and wheezed as if it had been far too long since he last spoke.
Cough, cough, wheeze….
Eun-joo gagged and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. It felt as if she had buried her face in a jar of rotting guts. The fact that the sound coming out of him smelled even more rotten was absurd.
“Sell your brother, then split that money half and half.”
Eun-joo’s face crumpled like a piece of scrap paper.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
When she threatened to smash his mouth with the nameplate if he kept talking nonsense, the Director curled his body like a dried shrimp.
“He became an Omega, that piece of shit brother of yours, that bitch…, he became an Omega.”
The Director muttered like a madman. That bitch, he didn’t change when he was under me, what a waste, what a waste…. The bluish-white light of the flashlight illuminated his sallow face.
“The CEO was happy that he got to fuck him? Keke, he said it tasted better now that he’s an Omega, that his hole was tight, he definitely said so.”
“Stop talking such bullshit…!”
Muttering for him to stop saying such things, Eun-joo suddenly staggered. She was bent at the knees in front of the Director. As she grew angry, tension surged through her entire body. At times like this, her leg bones always felt achy.
Even though the Director was tied up, he was a seasoned old fox. Despite Eun-joo immediately tensing her body to avoid showing any weakness, the Director seized the opportunity and lunged. Squeezing out the last bit of strength left in his body, he struck Eun-joo’s ankle with his head.
“Agh!”
Eun-joo staggered backward. She quickly readjusted her grip on the nameplate to strike the Director’s head, but the Director opened his mouth wide and clamped down hard on Eun-joo’s ankle.
“Ugh, kh!”
The edge of the nameplate in Eun-joo’s grip slammed into the floor. While struggling and clutching her ankle in pain, she whipped her head back, and in that instant, the back of her head slammed against the wall behind her.
Eun-joo’s body convulsed as if struck by lightning, then soon went limp.
“…….”
A chilling silence followed.
The Director rolled over and used his bound feet to kick the upper body of the limp woman. Her hand seemed to twitch slightly, then dropped powerlessly.
* * *
The man sat in the bathtub with his arms spread wide across the rim. Warm water sloshed against his thick chest.
Eun-myeong had rolled his pants up to his thighs and was moving diligently. Perched on the edge of the tub, he pressed the nozzle of the body wash bottle. A stream of white liquid poured out.
A thick scent of roses wafted into his nose. It was a scent so concentrated it was almost vulgar, yet it possessed a dizzying charm. Ssh-ssh, he rubbed the shower ball to create plenty of foam.
“…….”
With that, he scrubbed the man’s shoulders. He paid careful, delicate attention to ensure that no foam got into the man’s injured hand. With his lips pressed tight like a bird’s beak, he focused intently.
“You have a pretty face and you serve well, don’t you?”
The man was licking Eun-myeong’s face as he leaned in close. The trembling round eyelashes, the bridge of the nose that flicked up slightly like an eave, the prim lips. He blew a wet, sticky breath against the small ear poking out from between the strands of hair.
“Should I scrub you clean and dress you up to enter you into Miss Korea?”
The corners of Eun-myeong’s round eyes drooped.
“Please don’t.”
“Even though there’s foam in baby’s eyes?”
When the man asked, Eun-myeong shifted his gaze. Their eyes locked instantly. Eun-myeong quickly clenched his fist and rubbed his eyes.
“Even so.”
Even so, please don’t, he said, casting his eyes down. Hmm, the man let out a low rumble in his throat. Sensing something unusual, Eun-myeong shifted his eyes to gauge the man’s mood, fearing he might say something biting.
“What if you get an inflammation in your hand while playing around….”
His plump, reddish lips pouted slightly. He was still upset over the matter regarding his Noona, with whom he shared not a single drop of blood. And yet, he was serving the man so diligently. Like a new bride who had just married into the house. The man found it so amusing that his large ribcage shook with laughter.
After finishing the man’s bath service, Eun-myeong set up the ironing board. He diligently ironed the shirts with the iron emitting intense heat.
“…….”
The man watched the slender body, where the minimum amount of flesh clung to the frame without any unnecessary fat.
“It’s done.”
Looking pleased with the result, he lifted the shirt with both arms and inspected it from this angle and that. His cheeks, always rounded, puffed up plumply.
“Your shirt.”
Holding the shirt, Eun-myeong approached the man and draped the garment around his shoulders, which were as wide as doors. Then, he helped him put the shirt on.
The thick arms slid into the sleeves one by one, and the arm muscles, swollen like air-filled tires, stretched the shirt tight.
The man looked at Eun-myeong with the buttons undone. Eun-myeong couldn’t even meet his eyes properly, seeing the heaving chest through the gaps in the shirt. He scratched his cheek awkwardly.
“I think you can manage the buttons yourself.”
The cheek that spoke softly was flushed red, as if it had been slapped.
“Did you forget Mister’s fingers are crippled?”
The man held out the back of his hand to Eun-myeong. His middle finger, intentionally held straight up, was trembling.
While the man harbored the filthy thought that it looked like his own cock erect for Eun-myeong.
“…….”
Eun-myeong’s eyebrows drooped. He had an expression as if he were looking at something profoundly pitiful and endearing.
Eventually, Eun-myeong approached the man. The tips of his extended fingers trembled slightly. Being careful not to touch his skin, he fastened the buttons one by one from the bottom up.
Whether it was because he was terrified or because he was angry, the reason was unclear, but Eun-myeong soon began to tremble not just in his hands, but with his entire body.
What should I do, what should I do, what… As he locked the buttons and moved upward, Eun-myeong’s heart pounded wildly.
Eventually, upon reaching the tight chest area, his hand inevitably touched the skin. A hot body temperature enveloped his palm. The man’s body was always hot, as if it would burn.
“Mm.”
The man let out a low sound from his throat. His sculpted, intimidating ribcage expanded and contracted. His chest muscles glowed golden, as if coated in honey.
“Do you like it?”
The man asked with his lips. Eun-myeong felt resentful toward the man who was playing with him. It was truly one misfortune after another. He hurried to fasten the rest.
Next was the turn to put on the pants. Sweating profusely, Eun-myeong pulled the pants up to the man’s hip bones. Hot sweat soaked into his slender neck.
Now the problem was the zipper.
“…….”
As he looked at the zipper open on both sides, revealing black drawers, the man brazenly thrust his lower body.
“What are you doing?”
He felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. Surely the man could handle this much himself. Since the man just stood there staring at him like that, Eun-myeong truly didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Aren’t you going to help this crippled hand?”
When Eun-myeong lowered his head to avoid eye contact, the man twisted his chin, following the angle to keep his gaze on him.
“Are you going to be mean like an uneducated brat?”
Then I guess I’ll just have to walk around with my cock out, the man declared with a deep laugh.
Crazy person. Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut. In the end, he had no choice but to stand close to the man. Carefully, very carefully, using only the tips of his nails, he gripped the zipper and pulled it up.
But as he tried to pull it upward, he felt a thick volume beneath. In the next moment, the man chuckled lowly, grabbed Eun-myeong’s hand, and rubbed it against his cock.
“Why are you acting so shy? Baby likes this thing.”
Telling him to try rubbing it, the man gripped Eun-myeong’s hand tightly with his own broad hand and lewdly massaged his matrimonial assets.
“This thing is so promiscuous; whenever it sees baby, it gets so excited it drools.”
The man spent a long time mocking and teasing Eun-myeong.
After thoroughly teasing Eun-myeong, who was trying to pull his hand away with a bright red face, the man zipped up the pants himself with a zip. With an attitude that showed absolutely no lingering affection, he turned his back on Eun-myeong and approached the mirror. With very skilled movements, he fastened the belt with a clink and tied his tie stylishly.
…Such effortless movements.
Eun-myeong’s earlobes were dyed red, and his hands were trembling. The man even hummed as he inserted the tie pin.
Then, when their eyes met in the mirror, the man smiled suggestively.
He had only helped him get ready, but Eun-myeong was completely exhausted. Once the man left the room, Eun-myeong finally released his tension and collapsed onto the sofa.
He reached out and checked his cell phone.
Looking down at the small screen, the text [Sunday 1 PM] was displayed. There was still no contact from his Noona.
He wondered if she was sleeping in because it was the weekend, but there was no contact even by lunchtime. Was she still angry? Eun-myeong’s eyelashes drooped like water-soaked grass.
He wondered if she had made it home safely, if she had slept well, and if she had eaten well.
Should I try calling…?
Hesitating, Eun-myeong carefully pressed the numbers one by one. Ring, ring, ring—the dial tone continued for a long time. Eun-myeong waited, needlessly clenching and unclenching his hand. Sticky sweat had seeped along his palm lines.
“……She’s not picking up.”
For some reason, she didn’t answer. Perhaps she was still sleeping; not wanting to disturb her sweet slumber, he was about to hang up.
Click, the dial tone cut off. Eun-myeong, who had been sitting, suddenly straightened his spine.
“Uh, Noona.”
Then, from the other end, the sound of someone groaning and spitting—kh, ptoo!—could be heard.