By Zephyria 
The man’s gaze was completely gone. His murky, dilated black pupils reflected no emotion whatsoever.
The Director realized why the mere thought of those eyes caused goosebumps to erupt across his entire body even in his sleep. Those were not human eyes. They were surely… the eyes of a snake.
“Do—do you think you’ll get away with this? This is the 21st century, you crazy psychopath…!”
The Director screamed, his voice echoing throughout the sashimi restaurant. At that, the man’s thick eyebrows suddenly twitched. Then.
“Ah, this?”
He nonchalantly gestured with his eyes toward the toes of his shoes. The shoes were glistening, wet as if they had been painted.
“Wha—what are you…”
The Director hadn’t even looked in that direction, but like the madman he was, the man continued to babble things that didn’t fit the situation.
“My baby keeps pissing everywhere, so I’ve been having a hard time lately. I guess he still hasn’t learned how to use the toilet properly. Just what on earth did you teach him?”
He clicked his tongue, claiming the Director’s disciplinary skills were utterly pathetic, and adding that if he had been the one to give birth to Eun-myeong, the boy would have become at least a great doctor or teacher by now. The Director gaped, speechless at the absurdity.
The man, who was simply spouting nonsense, gestured toward the water tank.
“Go pick one out.”
“Yes, Boss.”
The thug who had knocked on his car window stepped forward. The man plunged his arm deep into the tank with a loud splash! Naturally, chaos broke out inside the tank.
“Stay still, you piece of shit.”
He scanned the creatures frantically trying to escape and grabbed the largest one among them.
“This one is a New Zealand eel; it’s a very precious specimen.”
As if aware it was being introduced, the eel thrashed violently even while held by the head. Water sprayed everywhere.
“Maybe because it’s from overseas, the meat is very firm and nice. The little shit’s been starving for a few days, so it’s already jumping.”
The thug prattled on excitedly. Then, suddenly, claiming he wanted to compare the thickness of the eel to his own junk, he pressed it right against his groin.
“Yikes!”
The eel thrashed and surged, nearly biting him hard right in the crotch.
“I almost lost my dowry.”
“Hahaha!”
The thugs standing by burst into loud laughter, slapping the floor. One of them stepped forward and waved his hand.
“No, Hyung, you’re exaggerating. I clearly went in and saw it with my own eyes, ahem.”
“What’s your problem, you brat?”
Since he was mocking the size of his genitals—something any male with a cock would react sensitively to—the attacked thug glared.
“Honestly, isn’t our Boss the only one with a size like that?”
“Hey, don’t even talk about it! The Boss’s is such a horse cock that I’m scared just to look at it.”
Hahaha, another burst of laughter erupted. To an outsider, it would have looked like they were having a company dinner with bottles of liquor in front of them. As if in response, the man flicked one eyebrow upward and gave a relaxed, faint smile.
“A man’s cock should be black, big, and heavy, just like a horse’s.”
With that, he rose from his chair, walked over with heavy steps, and gripped the eel’s neck as if to twist it.
“I heard these things love holes.”
The eel thrashed, begging to be let go, spraying water everywhere, but the man simply wiped the moisture away with the back of his hand.
“They say these things go crazy and dig into any hole they find the moment they discover one.”
The man flung the black eel back into the tank. The large creature plunged in with a splash, curling and uncurling its winding body, mixing grotesquely with the others like a ball of yarn.
“Still, it probably wouldn’t even touch a hole that’s too dirty and smelly.”
The thug beside him handed the man a sashimi knife. The well-sharpened blade gleamed with a cold, blue light.
“In that case, I’ll have to personally open a hole for it.”
Step by step, his shoes approached, crushing the puddles that smelled strongly of fish.
“President Kang, if what you want is money, I can give you everything.”
The Director thrashed in place, scrambling backward on his backside. He kept moving back, trying to avoid the shoes that were closing in as if to pounce on him.
“Everything I said about reporting you to the police was just talk! I have no regrets about leaving this place, really!”
He hopped backward like a slug, but soon came to a sudden halt after hitting something. Looking up, he saw a drum barrel.
“Aagh!”
A hand immediately seized his hair, snapping his neck back. The sharp tip of the knife dug in just beneath his chin.
“President Kang, I will never appear before Eun-myeong again.”
The Director babbled while trembling, but the knife sank deep into his skin. Immediately, blood spurted like a fountain, splashing onto the man’s face.
“Filthy.”
The man frowned with one eye and threw the body into the tank. Aagh, aagh! The primitive human, screaming and struggling, was sucked down into the tank with a plunge.
Then, the black eels simultaneously flicked their thick tails grotesquely, burrowing into the Director’s open flesh.
Soon, the inside of the tank was dyed crimson.
“My, the old man certainly had a loud voice.”
From behind, the subordinates lifted and moved the tank. Now, it would be wrapped in black cloth and dropped into the deep sea.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Bear approached the man. The man handed him the sashimi knife, which was drenched in blood. His shirt was already soaked through, leaving his chest feeling clammy.
The man washed his hands under a water hose. He lightly washed his face with the gushing water and swept his hair back. He rubbed himself dry with a towel Bear handed him.
“Seriously, filthy bastards are disgusting until the very end.”
Clicking his tongue, the man slid one arm into the shirt that Bear held open.
“Are you going to the hotel today as well?”
The man gave a short nod. Fastening his buttons, he left the sashimi restaurant.
This shop, located by the pier, had apparently gone bankrupt previously; only the sign remained, and everything else had been cleared out.
“…”
And in front of it sat the Director’s car. The man slowly approached the car that the subordinates had towed there. He reached under the trunk door and pressed the button, and the trunk opened with a clatter.
The woman loaded in the narrow, dark space was loosely bound all over with rope. Her hair was greasy and tangled, and a single streak of blood ran down her forehead.
The man pulled a jackknife from inside his belt and brought it close to her.
“Ugh, hng…”
The woman frowned deeply as the sharp light hit her eyes, and upon discovering the man standing before her, she curled her body up like a pill bug.
“Mmph, mmph!”
Fear filled Eun-joo’s eyes. The man sliced through the ropes with the jackknife and ripped off the tape covering her mouth with a loud shrrrip!
“Ms. Lee Eun-joo. You have a bad habit of stealing.”
As he spoke, the woman turned pale and immediately screamed like a feral animal.
“G-get away from me…!”
Even though her entire body was trembling, she managed to force out words in a fragmented voice.
“How could you dig into the heart of a fragile child and use him like that?”
She muttered that how could he possibly do such a thing, that she only wanted to get her brother back, and that she was innocent of any crime.
“Innocent, my foot. Didn’t you steal something from me?”
“What?”
A deep frown creased the woman’s forehead.
“Am I crazy? I didn’t take anything from you!”
Screaming with a trembling jaw, Eun-joo suddenly stopped mid-sentence. A thought had just flashed through her mind. She wondered if it was a truly insane notion.
Surely not. No, that couldn’t be it. That wasn’t what was important right now. She knew that she had opened the warehouse and let the Director out, and though she didn’t know the details, she could tell that things had become incredibly complicated because of it.
However, the man seemed completely indifferent to that. It was as if what she had taken was far more important.
The only thing she had taken from the office that day was one thing.
But just? Just because of that one small thing, he’s doing this to me? Eun-joo’s eyes clouded with confusion.
Who is this guy, what the hell is he… Eun-joo crouched, trying to hide her pocket. Then, the man leaned in closer. A sinister voice settled in her ear.
“Yes, that. You have to give me back the baby’s photo.”
Goosebumps erupted across the back of Eun-joo’s neck. The first thought that entered her mind was ‘Why?’
“Why?”
Why on earth would you?
“What is your intention in doing this to Eun-myeong?”
It felt as if her heart froze cold. At the same time, Eun-joo was forced to recall the suspicion she had briefly entertained upon finding Eun-myeong’s photo in the CEO’s office that day.
“…”
At first, when she heard that this man had entered into that kind of relationship with Eun-myeong, that was what Eun-joo had thought.
Because Eun-myeong had nothing. No money, no connections, no parents.
She thought that in such a pitiful life, since his face was fair and beautiful, the man intended to keep him in his palm, play with him for convenience, and then discard him without a second glance once he grew bored.
But what is this? Why is he doing this to me just for a damn childhood photo?
“…You’re more malicious than Director Hwang Bok-gil.”
However, madness flickered in the man’s eyes.
At this point, Eun-joo couldn’t help but be truly terrified of him. It was no longer possible to put up a front. Eun-joo began to shed tears.
“Even if a person like you didn’t cling to him, Eun-myeong’s life is pitiful enough as it is.”
Eun-joo’s short hair swayed. Through it, an earlobe suddenly peeked out. The man’s head tilted leisurely.
Soft, white, and slightly pointed—the ear that often popped out from between the thin strands of hair. That was another strange point of resemblance to Eun-myeong. The man’s eyes softened just a fraction.
Regardless, he was in a foul mood after being covered in the blood of that filthy thing. Once he returned to the hotel, it would be nice to take a bath while chewing on Eun-myeong’s soft ear in his mouth. The man smiled faintly.
“It’s better that you just stay alive.”
At the words spoken like a monologue, Eun-joo looked shocked. “What?”
“What did you just say to me…!”
Eun-joo jerked her upper body up and staggered. Her whole body throbbed with pain, but she leaned against the trunk, staring blankly.
“Lee Eun-myeong needs some room to breathe, too.”
The man pushed Eun-joo away with the back of his hand. He snatched the scrap of paper that had fallen from her pocket. The crumpled piece was definitely Eun-myeong’s photo. Then, he turned and walked away without a trace of lingering regret.
“…”
Eun-joo stared with empty pupils at his receding back. She wanted to ask that retreating figure.
Are you truly so crazy that you actually love Eun-myeong?
The mere thought sent a shudder of horror through her body.
As the man entered the room, a thick scent of flowers wafted from the shoe rack.
“Ngh…”
And the small, frail moans coming from the direction of the bed had a quality that stirred a man’s cock.
As he approached the bed, Eun-myeong was still without a single stitch of clothing. He looked up at the man with a hazy gaze, his pale body completely exposed.
“Boss.”
His eyes were completely gone. It looked as if the whites might show if he looked any further, but in contrast, his heated eyelids were red and moist.
The man’s shirt was wedged between his slender thighs. He had apparently masturbated with it pressed between his legs, as it was drenched and sticky with semen.
Ha, the man let out a low, hollow laugh.