By Zephyria 
“Yes…?”
Eun-myeong plunged into a state of profound confusion. It was the Boss who had said he would sell him off. He had always said he would turn him into an Omega and sell him to Chairman Go, insisting that he needed to earn his keep.
The one who had brought him here today was none other than President Kang, the man standing before him.
And yet now…
Why was he asking why he had been held by another man? The words lacked any context, leaving Eun-myeong engulfed in a terrible disorientation. It felt as if his entire body had been thrown into a sticky swamp.
…His head spun.
He figured the alcohol he drank earlier must have been spiked. That had to be why his mind was so dizzy, why the man’s scent felt so sweet, and why his backside was soaking wet…
Whether it was a hallucination or not, the man’s lips curled wide like a demon, reaching toward his ears.
“Just look at you in this state.”
Eun-myeong wondered if he had seen it wrong, but the man was indeed grinning with pleasure as he toyed with Eun-myeong’s nipples. He pinched the soft flesh between his fingers, rubbing them with a messy, frantic touch.
“Ah…!”
A sharp, tingling sensation shot through him, as if his nipples were being poked with toothpicks. He tried to tense his buttocks, but it was useless. His tailbone shuddered, and a surge of lubrication burst from his hole.
Clear fluid streamed down his thighs. Even if it smelled like flowers, it was utterly filthy, yet the man abruptly stroked Eun-myeong’s thigh.
“Who told you to gulp down the alcohol like that and smile so flirtatiously?”
Then, he licked his fingers to taste it. Once with the index finger, once with the thumb, savoring it with a hum. He behaved vulgarly, as if licking off the remaining seasoning after eating a delicious meal.
“Hmm? I’m asking you.”
Only after pulling him back into his grasp did the man feel the simmering rage inside him subside. He couldn’t deny that even while dragging him here, he had never for a moment intended to let him be rolled around under another bastard’s hand.
His neck, his nipples, his ribs showing through his side… colorful handprints remained. It disgusted him that he had been touched by another man.
This thing should have crawled to him on all fours at any time, begging for his life and money.
“That’s because the Boss….”
The man arched an eyebrow and nodded.
“Right, I did say I would sell you.”
The man brushed the area around Eun-myeong’s eyes with the back of his hand. His eyelashes fluttered, and the eyes looking back at him were as beautiful and lovely as embedded glass beads.
How could something this precious be sent into the arms of some dog-like bastard?
“Then what should you have done for me?”
Faced with the question, Eun-myeong’s mind felt too sticky. He felt he could never guess the answer the man wanted.
“You should have begged me. Begged me not to throw you away, pleaded with me to love you.”
“…….”
“What kind of puppy looks for a new owner the moment their owner says they’re throwing them away? Hmm?” the man asked, as if lecturing him.
“That’s….”
Eun-myeong hadn’t wanted to do that either. If it weren’t for his Noona, or if the Director hadn’t opened his mouth about suing President Kang… Filled with a sense of injustice, he gripped the man’s suit trousers tightly.
“What do you want me to do?”
Eun-myeong’s lips parted and closed for a long time. His plump, red lips hesitated repeatedly.
“I wish you wouldn’t sell me.”
To the man, this must have sounded absurd. He had debts to pay, and practically speaking, the only way to make money was through that deal.
It was essentially asking the man to give up a massive sum of money. The only reward in exchange was him. Feeling that he had dared to say something ridiculous, Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut.
But the man’s response was:
“Then you’ll have to stay tucked by Mister’s side forever.”
That was it. Instead, he laughed as if he were delighted. His lips spread wide in a grin. He looked thrilled. Eun-myeong thought that this time, he might not be mistaken.
“Chairman Go’s residence. Get in there and handle it.”
The man picked up his cell phone from the floor and made a call. Then, he wrapped Eun-myeong in his jacket and lifted him up.
Even after returning to the hotel, Eun-myeong lay on the bed, whimpering in pain. He desperately wanted the man to do something to him, but the man only looked down at him.
“You drank night gate wine today, so the baby needs to get married. Who are you going to do it with?”
As he leaned forward, a thick silver necklace emerged from the man’s nape. It was just a chain without a pendant.
“With that old bastard who’s about to kick the bucket?”
At those words, Eun-myeong shook his head with a blank expression.
“Then you’re marrying Mister? Holy shit, we’ve got a situation.”
Eun-myeong stared at the necklace dangling in front of him and suddenly opened his mouth to suck on it. The man’s eyes gleamed sinisterly.
“Stay here and be a good boy, getting ready to take Mister in.”
The man slowly raised his upper body. Eun-myeong, feeling distressed by the receding warmth, reached out to him.
Soon, with a thud, the hotel door closed. Eun-myeong was left swallowing the taste of the silver chain remaining on his tongue.
* * *
The Director had parked his car on one side of the pier and was waiting anxiously. Dirt was packed under his poorly kept fingernails. He tapped his feet and chewed his nails nervously.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….”
Why the hell is time moving so slowly?
Whenever he saw someone walking nearby, he got scared and hid under the steering wheel, and his heart hammered because he didn’t know when the girl stuffed in the trunk would wake up.
He thought about dumping the girl anywhere right now, but it would be troublesome if that Omega bastard, Lee Eun-myeong, insisted on seeing the girl’s face before handing over the money. He had no choice but to drag her along like a goldfish’s poop.
“You fuckers, do you think I’m just going to die like this?”
Once he got the money from that bastard and that bitch, he’d either stab them to death or run them over with the car.
He laughed maniacally, telling himself not to be ridiculous, yet he continued to gnaw at his nails out of anxiety.
“Huh? Who do you think I am? I’m the great Hwangbokgil.”
In his filthy, grime-streaked hand, he gripped the boat ticket as if it were his lifeline.
Just then, a car stopped nearby. It was an obscenely expensive car, but it had no license plate.
With a clunk, the rear door of the sedan opened, and a thug wearing a vulgarly flashy shirt stepped out.
“Wow, the weather is killer today.”
He was a massive man. He cracked his neck left and right and strode toward the Director.
“Wha—who the hell is that?”
The Director’s heart sank. He quickly hid behind the steering wheel. Soon, the man banged on the car window. Thump, thump, thump!
“Excuse me, mister, can I ask you something?”
The Director tried to pretend he wasn’t there, but a dark shadow loomed over him.
“What are you doing? I can see you hiding there with your head down.”
…Goddamn it. The Director cursed inwardly. The artery in his neck throbbed with anxiety.
“I’m new here and don’t know the way, so I wanted to ask for directions.”
At those words, the Director had no choice but to uncurl his crumpled body. Even then, his gaze stubbornly remained fixed forward.
“I-I-I don’t know either.”
“Man, the people at this beach are cold. Not even looking at me.”
The thug gestured for him to roll down the window.
“Open the window more. My ears are blocked, I can’t hear a thing.”
Two more men were getting out of the car behind him. Muscle-bound pigs were stretching, showing off their imposing physiques.
Under that threatening gesture, the Director reluctantly opened the window just a crack. He just wanted to answer this damn gangster and leave the area quickly.
“What could possibly be so important that you’re bothering a busy man….”
A hand was suddenly thrust in front of his eyes.
In the thick hand adorned with a gold ring was a booklet. The fist was so large he would have believed it was a bear’s paw. Cold sweat broke out on the back of the Director’s neck. Just looking at it made his heart freeze.
“What is th—”
As he tried to ask what the man wanted, the booklet opened to reveal a photo. It was none other than his own face.
“See, it’s this bastard’s face, right?”
The thug pulled down his sunglasses. A fat, pig-like face with eerie, slanted eyes stared at him.
The thugs behind him approached and smashed the window with wooden planks.
“Who the hell are you people!”
The Director tried to scream, but before he knew it, the car door was ripped off.
“Gah!”
He took a punch to the abdomen. The immense force felt as if his ribs were shattering.
“Shut your trap, you fucker. President Kang is pissed off because of you.”
Something like a rice sack was thrown over his head. With a jolt, he felt himself being loaded into a car and tried to struggle, but he heard a loud bang over his eyelids.
Everything was darkness. Not a single ray of light entered. Was he trapped in a trunk? The Director trembled. His teeth chattered.
The rice sack was finally ripped off after he had been thrown onto some damp ground. The sudden rush of sunlight made the Director frown deeply. He shook with terror.
“Hu, ugh, hah….”
The sound of rushing water was the first thing to pierce his ears. Because he was lying on his side, he couldn’t see everything.
“W-where is this?”
He rolled his eyes wildly to the left. There sat a blue sashimi restaurant tank. Thick, sturdy eels floated leisurely inside.
…And in front of it sat a man. The thigh visible to him was almost as large as a water tank. His dress shoe tapped slowly. The shoe was smooth and as massive as a battleship.
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”
The moment he heard that voice, the Director began to tremble violently. It was a voice he could never forget.
The man rested his elbow on his thigh and leaned his upper body forward. President Kang grinned.
A madman, a psychopath, a lunatic. With that face, he had locked him in a warehouse, throwing food at him like charity while rambling about things he hadn’t even asked.
“The baby is so pretty and obedient. Now he’s even suggesting we get married?”
Just like right now.
If it were anyone else, he would have killed them out of annoyance, but he wore a serpent-like, wicked smile, acting as if he would drain every drop of blood from his body.
This man wasn’t just mentally unstable; something in his head was fundamentally broken. He was the most vicious of the vicious.
“I imagine you’d want to hold his hand as the father at the wedding, but I wonder.”
The man laughed darkly. “If your wrist even remains intact until then.”