By Zephyria 
Eun-myeong frowned deeply at the sound of excessively thick spitting. It was because the presence he sensed from the other end was far too unfamiliar.
―Eun-myeong, have you been doing well?
Moreover, the voice flowing through the phone was… Goosebumps prickled along the nape of his neck.
“Who is this…?”
The voice was incredibly damp and sour; no matter who heard it, it wasn’t Noona’s. Eun-myeong sprang up from the sofa.
“Who the hell are you?”
The voice wandered through the room like a dog desperate to relieve itself.
―You forget me? You, Eun-myeong? You forget my grace? You ignorant, foolish orphan brat who doesn’t even know how to be grateful.
The voice smelled musty. It was a voice that was impossible to forget. Whenever Eun-myeong had been trapped in the darkness, this sticky, unpleasant voice would crawl out from somewhere and snatch his ankles. ―It’s the Director you used to worship like the heavens.
It was definitely the Director’s. As a wave of anxiety surged over him, Eun-myeong rubbed his sweaty palms vigorously against his thighs.
“How do you have Noona’s cell phone?”
A cackling laugh was heard. At the end of the voice, which sounded as if phlegm were boiling, he let out a series of hacking coughs.
―Because that bitch Eun-joo is with me right now.
For a moment, Eun-myeong felt as if he had been struck heavily on the head. His skull rang with a heavy thud.
“Where are you right now? Is Noona actually okay?!”
―This bitch is currently unconscious, foaming at the mouth. As for whether she’ll stay alive, well, I’m not so sure myself.
Eun-myeong covered his mouth with his hand. He bit hard into the flesh where his index finger and thumb met.
This… this son of a bitch…
―We’re both busy, so I won’t be long. Bring 20 million won to the docks tomorrow night.
At the voice in his ear, Eun-myeong’s feet sank deep into the rug.
“Where would I have that kind of money…!”
The Director clicked his tongue. As if mocking and scolding the stupid Eun-myeong, he spoke in a feignedly stern voice, as if delivering a disciplinary lecture.
―Then you’ll just have to go sell your body. I heard you finally became an Omega? I heard everything from that fellow Kang Pyeong-won, you filthy male whore who takes men in your back hole.
K-huck, ptooey! He made that phlegm-boiling sound again and spat.
―That son of a bitch! From the first time I saw him, I thought he was out of his mind. My intuition has never been wrong.
The Director continued to ramble on like a madman in a trance, as if chanting a prayer. He muttered like a waste of a human being, drug-addicted and huddled in some gloomy corner.
―What, burying the sashimi restaurant owner in a crocket?
At the sudden remark, Eun-myeong felt his heart drop all the way to his lower abdomen. How on earth did this man know about that? Moreover, at the words that followed, he could feel his heart trembling with fear.
―And that son, what, buried him in the sand? Does that even make sense? Huh?
He had seen the crocket with his own eyes, but what was this about Jjangja? It felt as if his chest were being sliced by a cold blade.
―But the way he just rattled off those things was quite unusual. He showed me a piece of sashimi, saying it was a person, and blood was dripping from it, you know?
Though he spent a long time cursing President Kang Pyeong-won as a lunatic, the voice was gradually speeding up, as if he were being chased by someone. Eun-myeong’s chest slowly tightened.
The sorrow and anger he had endured mixed together like a thick porridge, and a messy, cackling laugh flowed through the phone.
―That son of a bitch’s eyes aren’t sane. If everything he said is true, huh?
Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut. In his blackened vision, the crude acts the man had committed flashed by like a movie film.
―I’ll have to report all of that to the police. Who knows what that bastard will do if he tracks me down?
Now, his voice was trembling completely with fear. He acted anxious, as if he were about to report to the police out of sheer phobia. Despite having committed so many terrible things himself… At that, Eun-myeong quickly spoke up as if having a seizure.
“N-no, don’t. If you do, you won’t get any money.”
Despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly obtain that money right now, Eun-myeong added quickly, unlike his usual self.
“I’ll report you to the police too.”
He swallowed hard and fast.
“You’re just going to run away anyway if I give you the money. Then it’s over, isn’t it?”
A silence fell over the call for a moment. Soon, a scoff of disbelief was heard.
―So you’re protecting your sugar daddy just because you’ve slept in the same bed?
Eun-myeong stopped abruptly, as if he had been hit exactly where it hurt.
“It’s not that….”
He tried to explain properly and deny it immediately, but the sentence was cut off by the words from the other end.
―Fine, fuck, huh? Actually, this is better. This is great. Our interests align.
At the sound of the chuckling, Eun-myeong buried his face deep in his palms.
―If you don’t bring the money, know that you’ll never see that bitch Eun-joo again. I’ll report everything that son of a bitch President Kang did, so keep your promise.
The call ended just like that. Eun-myeong couldn’t even scream as the shock hit him like a blow to the back of the head.
His fist-sized heart hammered wildly inside his ribs. He felt as if his blood were rushing backward.
With trembling hands, he quickly tried calling back. He wanted to hear Noona’s voice just to know she was safe, but the Director ignored every single call.
[The party you are calling is not available. After the beep, you will be connected to the voicemail…]
All he heard every time was the mechanical voice. He gripped the cell phone tightly. His white fist, with blue veins protruding, trembled violently.
“Son of a bitch…!”
Eun-myeong bit hard into the tender flesh inside his cheek. He hadn’t been seen for so long; where had he appeared from now? Where on earth did he come from to try and ruin his and Noona’s lives?
Why, for god’s sake.
Eun-myeong spent the entire day trembling with anxiety. He had to go to work, but he couldn’t because of his worry for Noona. Would she be okay? She’ll be safe, right? He tried his best to calm his heart, which was boiling like a surging sea. The Director had something to get from him. Until he gave him the money, that man wouldn’t be able to do anything to Noona.
But where could he find a large sum like 20 million won by tomorrow?
…Moreover.
He didn’t know what the Director would do if he didn’t go out with the money. It would be a disaster if he reported what President Kang had done to the police.
The Director’s voice fell like a bolt of lightning in Eun-myeong’s head.
―Then you’ll just have to go sell your body. I heard you finally became an Omega?
Eun-myeong let out a sobbing sigh. Haa, hng. As if the trauma that had adorned his body for a long time had been triggered again, Eun-myeong had to remain trapped in auditory and visual hallucinations of insects swarming around him.
‘No matter how much it’s food waste, you should be grateful and swallow it when it’s given to you.’
‘A crippled brat who grew up uneducated without a mother or father should be grateful even if he’s stripped naked and kicked out in the middle of the night.’
‘A child who did something wrong must be punished, right?’
At the sound of words that endlessly ate away at him, Eun-myeong gripped his temples tightly with both hands.
He felt as if he could never escape this, no matter how hard he struggled.
* * *
The man returned to the hotel when the evening glow was staining the ground like a carpet.
Ding. The elevator stopped at the top floor, and the doors opened wide. He walked down the hallway, his shoes clicking. With every step, the smooth suit pants clung to his thighs.
Even before opening the door, the scent of lilac faintly dampened the man’s nose.
Tsk, how vulgar. The man twisted the corner of his mouth.
It was a scent that pierced the tip of his nose even more strongly when he gripped those snow-white legs in both hands and dug into the plump inner thighs. The man slowly licked the inside of his cheek. Even though he had already finished a meat-heavy meal, he felt quite hungry.
His plan was to first suck and taste that hole, which would be damp with arousal, poke it well with his cock, and then order food to fill his stomach.
There was nothing more satisfying or pleasing than eating with Eun-myeong perched on his thigh like a pet dog. Watching those cheeks, swollen and chewy like flour cakes, diligently munching on food made him leak silly smiles, like some idiot with air in his lungs.
“…….”
The man felt as if he could slightly understand the emotions parents have for their children. What was it they said? That just watching them eat makes one full.
Haha. He laughed silently with his eyes.
He had no desire to have some newborn lump of flesh, as he hated the indiscriminate babbling and found the inability to control waste filthy, but…
If it were a baby like this, he surely would have been a good father.
He opened the hotel door while indulging in sentiments that anyone else would think were the result of a mental breakdown, even if they couldn’t say it aloud.
And what greeted the man was an unexpected silence.
Eun-myeong should have popped out like a puppy, as if he had spent the whole day staring at the white walls just waiting for him. It would have been proper for him to ask, “Have you had dinner today?” with flushed cheeks.
The man scanned the room with his eyes as if tracking something. Ah, a low exclamation escaped his lips.
Swoosh.
The sound of water leaked through the slightly open gap of the bathroom door. The man took off his jacket and draped it over the sofa. He frowned, displeased.
At this hour, whether it was between the buttocks, the armpits, the back of the knees, the navel, or the crown of the head, there should have been a warm scent of sweat soaked in from a day’s movement.
He was excessively displeased that Eun-myeong was washing it away with water, not knowing how precious it was. Tsk, who knows if he’ll even act coquettishly.
The man put a cigarette in his mouth and sank into the leather sofa. Tap, tap. He moved the heel of his shoe. From the lit end of the cigarette, a vulgar plume of smoke rose.
Soon, a click was heard, and the bathroom door opened.
Hot white steam billowed through the gap, and Eun-myeong revealed his face, meeting it. He had bright red cheeks on a pale face. His eyelashes were dampened and weighed down.
“Come here.”
With a single gesture, Eun-myeong approached and sat on the man’s thigh. The buttocks, almost the only plump part of this slender body, pressed down on the man’s hard, thick thigh.
The man turned his head to the side and smoked the rest of the cigarette. His gaze was cast down, facing Eun-myeong, who was held in his arms.
Whether he was still upset or not, his cheeks were swollen and his eyes were moist.
He looked strangely sorrowful, like a young bird that had its mother stolen by a predator after receiving food from her beak.
“President… but… .”
The way he kept twisting and fiddling with the hem of the robe was strangely irritating to the man’s mood.
However, the words that followed pulled the man’s nerves even tighter.
“When do I go to Chairman Go?”
“…What?”
For a moment, the bone of the man’s firm jaw protruded sharply. His tongue, which moved as smoothly as a snake’s in any shitty situation, froze as if it had been set in cement.
He asked again, what the boy had just said.
“What did you say?”
Noticing the twisted mood in that voice, Eun-myeong shrugged his shoulders slightly. However, he did not take back his words.
“I asked… when I go to Chairman Go’s house.”
Eun-myeong muttered as if whispering.
“Because I need some money. Just 20 million won….”
His lowered eyelids were reddish, as if they had been painfully pressed by a palm. It was then that the man’s thick eyebrows shot up.
“You’ve opened your hole, you’ve ironed shirts, you’ve acted coquettishly….”
The man moved the cigarette from his hand to his mouth. He blew out a puff of smoke. His large hand moved like an eel, digging between Eun-myeong’s legs.
“I suppose you want to be sold off to a rich house and be called ‘Madam’ now?”
At the tight, pressing grip, Eun-myeong’s body jolted. The man let his words drift into the ear where the fine hairs were damp with moisture.
“Hmm?”
When asked if that was the case, Eun-myeong’s eyelashes trembled faintly. Soon, a “Yes” was heard.
The man observed the features of that face as if tearing them apart. What was it? What had he missed?
He heard that Lee Eun-joo had given her cell phone to this one. Did Lee Eun-joo persuade him? That rather than spreading his legs under him, being sold over there would be a way to enjoy a more cozy life?
The man recalled Lee Eun-joo in his mind. She had been desperate to protect her brother. Desperate, like a mother bird trying to protect her eggs from a predator. There was no way she would have uttered such nonsense.
Then what was it, exactly?
Narrowing his eyes, the man decided to find out for himself.
He made a call somewhere with his cell phone. Before the signal could ring twice, Bear answered.
―Yes, President.
“Prepare 20 million won in cash.”
Having stated his business briefly, the man laughed coldly like a frozen cellar and heartlessly pushed Eun-myeong’s body away with the back of his hand. Eun-myeong stood to one side like a sinner, as if he had been slapped in the cheek.
“What are you doing? Go and dress up prettily.”
The man pointed toward the dressing room with his sharp chin. When Eun-myeong didn’t move, he asked what he was standing there for.
“Right now…?”
Unlike someone who had asked when he would be sold, Eun-myeong’s eyes widened like trays.
“Goods are best sold while they’re fresh.”
The man flicked an eyebrow. Eun-myeong looked down at the man, his lower lip trembling. As if lingering in regret, he fiddled with the string of the robe for a long time.
“Hmm? Even sashimi is freshest when it’s just been caught.”
The white toes tucked into the slippers twitched. The flesh pressing against the floor had a tender pink hue. Despite having supported his body with those soles for over 20 years, they maintained that reddish color.
He stood before him with tender flesh that hadn’t even hardened. Lingering regret was readable from his entire body, which wafted a fragrant scent.
I thought so.
The man clicked his tongue heavily inside his mouth. Was this a ploy to get him to show some interest, to give him one more touch? While he was criticizing him relentlessly in his mind…
Then, Eun-myeong slowly turned his back. He didn’t cry and beg for forgiveness, nor did he cling to the man’s legs.
He simply glided toward the dressing room like a ghost with severed ankles. As he reached down and untied the string of the robe, his white naked body was revealed, glowing dazzlingly.
The waist, which dipped in slenderly at the spine and wrapped softly around one of the man’s forearms, the plumply swollen buttocks, and the legs as thin as chopsticks….
Not a single part of that body was not his. At the surge of possessiveness that rose like a pillar of fire, the man bit down hard on the filter.