By Zephyria 
The erotic lace underwear was bunched up like a ball. The man buried his nose deep into the fabric, which was sodden and clumped with Eun-myeong’s arousal.
Splosh, splosh. While kneading the cloth with his large hand as if scrubbing laundry, he thrust deeply into Eun-myeong’s bottom with his lower body.
“Ugh, hng… ha, Boss.”
Thump, thump. The man’s glans rammed into the base of Eun-myeong’s buttocks like a bull charging head-first.
“……Haaa.”
As Eun-myeong shuddered like a puppy urinating on a cold day, a liquid—whether urine or semen, it was impossible to tell—leaked steadily from the cherry-red tip of the glans.
“Ugh, hng, ngh….”
His groin was a mess, as if sticky honey had been poured over it. It was hard; he felt like he was going to die from the intensity. He didn’t even know how many times he had already ejaculated.
Soon, the cock that had been plugging him tightly wriggled out from beneath him.
“Kgh, block the hole with your hand.”
The man seemed to be saying something, but Eun-myeong was completely out of it from the exhaustion. Only his soft thighs were trembling.
“If you don’t want to get pregnant, huff, haah, I said block the hole with your hand.”
Eun-myeong jumped at the words spat out between groans. He hurriedly blocked his bottom hole with both palms.
The man repeatedly rubbed the shaft against Eun-myeong’s panties and hammered the head of his cock against the opening.
Then, as if vomiting, he spurted semen with a pfft, pfft sound, and the semen, smelling like dog urine, trickled through Eun-myeong’s slender fingers.
“…Kgh!”
The man flopped down, covering Eun-myeong’s body. Ha, haah. As Eun-myeong let out thin moans, his mind melted away.
Whether possessed by a sleep demon or not, his consciousness was hazy. He closed and opened his eyes several times. He couldn’t tell if the sun was setting or rising. Eun-myeong drifted in and out of sleep.
Eventually, waking from the blurred slumber, Eun-myeong looked around. It seemed he hadn’t slept as long as he thought; he was still on the same bed from before.
Looking at the man covering him just as he had before he fell asleep, Eun-myeong’s lips parted. His white, narrow philtrum was all reddish, as if plagued by beard rash. It was because the man had bitten and torn at it so much.
“Um, tomorrow… I want to go to the sashimi restaurant.”
He declared his ambition in a voice that was completely hoarse. Then, he belatedly felt the dawn light filtering through his eyelids. …Ah, not tomorrow, but today.
“I’m going to pay off my debt.”
The man rubbed Eun-myeong’s hand, which was soaked in semen, against the blanket. He clicked his tongue. He had come so much that the fingers had become shriveled.
“That’s why I’m asking if you can’t just pay off that debt with me. I’m telling you, if you act all cheerful and pretend to be refined and poised, I’ll settle the debt for you.”
The blanket and everything around them were damp and soaked, far from anything refined, yet the man babbled on without a hint of shame.
“No, I want to pay it off at the sashimi restaurant.”
Eun-myeong shook his head.
“Yesterday wasn’t paying off the debt….”
He wanted to boldly say that it had been a date, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
The underwear and clothes the man had bought were all too small for him. Since the man had occasionally held them up to Eun-myeong’s body, he figured they were meant for him. Each piece must have cost far more than the money he could earn today.
In the past, he might have wondered if the man harbored good feelings for him and was giving him such precious things….
But the man was someone who possessed too much. He could throw such things away as alms to a passing dog.
This level of generosity could not be love for the man.
Realizing this fact was unbearably painful. Feeling as though his heart and body had been torn apart, Eun-myeong curled up like a pill bug. Frowning his smooth, boiled-egg-like forehead, he gripped his chest with his hand.
“Why are you crying?”
The man asked. It was strange. He wasn’t shedding any tears. His heart might have been aching, but he had been holding back the tears.
Though his eyelashes were clumped together, that was because they were wet from the man sucking them earlier.
“Why do you cry every time there’s a gap?”
But it was strange. As the man stroked Eun-myeong’s cheek, tears actually began to fall in droplets.
Only then did Eun-myeong realize. In truth, he had wanted to cry.
“Did you have a scary dream?”
The man asked, looking down at him. Eun-myeong hadn’t had any nightmares. However, he had thoughts that were like a nightmare.
The man, who had snatched him up like a snare, would not let him go, yet he did not give the love Eun-myeong craved. Eun-myeong wanted love, yet he clung to the alms-like attention the man gave, unable to leave his side—a repeating cycle.
The man had said he would take him to Seoul, but Eun-myeong knew a heartbreaking truth curled up in a corner of his chest.
Unless the man loved him, he couldn’t blindly follow him to Seoul. If he were to be abandoned, Eun-myeong would have nothing left.
Eun-myeong felt anxious over such worries. The man was the type of person who could establish his own kingdom even if he were isolated alone on a deserted island.
“…….”
However, the one he worried about was himself. Himself, living without the man. He felt as if his heart had become a desolate ruin.
“Mister will let you sleep.”
“I don’t—”
He tried to say he didn’t want to, but Eun-myeong shut his mouth. The light was pushing away the darkness in the room, so his face would surely be seen in detail.
How would he look in the man’s eyes? He would probably just look ugly and wretched. But why was the man looking at him with those eyes? While his mouth spoke filth, his gaze was guiltily tender.
“…No.”
If you look at me as if I’ve become something lovely, I’ll end up misunderstanding. Thinking that maybe the man has even a little bit of feeling for me.
Why does he show tenderness so often, only to make me feel miserable? Eun-myeong quietly leaned into the man’s embrace. His whole body was damp and sticky, covered in the man’s saliva, sweat, and semen.
Yet, he felt as if he were dying of thirst. That was why he remained nestled in his arms.
At the sashimi restaurant, Eun-myeong walked with a limp. He shoved both hands deep into his apron and squeezed his thighs tightly. His soft flesh was gripped by his not-so-firm grasp.
Just as he snapped back to his senses to clear a dirty table, Hana-noona approached.
“Eun-myeong, are you okay? Your complexion doesn’t look great.”
She asked while helping him organize the plates. At her worried gaze, Eun-myeong felt a sharp prick, as if a fish bone had stabbed his insides.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
Even though his body felt like it was dying, Eun-myeong intentionally worked his hands harder. Noona let out a sigh of pity.
“I want to tell you to take it easy and watch the timing, but the atmosphere with the others has been a bit bad lately.”
A few aunts and uncles glared at him openly. At the table where they gathered for lunch, grumbling voices leaked out.
‘Geez, we’re busy to death with work, why is he slacking off like that? He wasn’t like this before.’
They scolded Eun-myeong, asking if he’d picked up some bad habit. Out of apology, Eun-myeong couldn’t even lift his face and bowed his head.
‘I’m sorry.’
Then Aunt Jeong-hye stepped in. She told them not to say bad things, asking how the child could be any other way, and that he had just rested because his body was worn out from working day and night.
“Still, if you’re really not feeling well, make sure to tell me.”
Eun-myeong nodded and smiled at Hana-noona, who was worrying about him.
As he picked up a water bottle, his nipples, rubbing against his clothes, felt like they were stinging to death. The man’s voice flashed through his head like a bolt of lightning.
‘How do you think you’ll live without me? Are you going to whine and cry every night?’
While babbling that, he had flicked and stimulated Eun-myeong’s nipples. They were already sensitive, but he pinched them painfully until they became reddish and plump. Only then did the man smile with satisfaction, as if that was the only correct look for Eun-myeong’s nipples.
‘If you act this cute and obedient, I’ll adore you.’
The man was far too bitter and sweet to Eun-myeong’s heart. After hacking his heart to pieces and rubbing salt into the exposed red flesh….
Then Eun-myeong could only flounder helplessly, like a piece of fish giving its final struggle.
He would act so cold as if he were going to freeze him, and then be as soft as a feather when soothing him.
At this point, he wasn’t even a fish from a fish farm. He was no different from the fish trapped in the sashimi restaurant’s tank, just waiting for the day they would be sliced up.
“Huuu.”
As he let out a long sigh, the sound of the shop door sliding open scratched his ears.
“Welcome.”
Two men with blunt expressions entered.
“What can I get for you?”
‘They’re using a Seoul accent,’ he thought briefly. Eun-myeong recited mechanically.
“At our shop, the bluefin tuna is famous in the spring. If you order a large size now, the spicy fish stew comes as a service. We’re having a 2+1 event on soju.”
While speaking, his eyes met with a customer who had been staring intently at him. Was he about five or six years older? He had a fairly plain impression, but his eyes were very sharp.
Wondering if he had done something wrong, Eun-myeong looked around tentatively like a scolded puppy.
“Customer…?”
Only then did the customer seem to realize, and he quickly looked away.
“One large bluefin tuna sashimi and a bottle of soju.”
“Yes, I’ll bring it chilled. Please wait a moment.”
After taking the order, Eun-myeong moved his legs hesitantly, and his tailbone felt tingly as if he were about to get a cramp. Meanwhile, his stomach churned, and he felt like vomiting from a foul smell coming from somewhere.
“Your face has gotten even more erotic since I last saw you.”
Sure enough, nonsense was heard from the side. He didn’t even need to look to know who it was. It was that pervert Mister who had mentioned his cock before.
“Why didn’t you come out? Huh? Were you shut in your room having sex all this time?”
He was a man who always ordered the cheapest spicy fish stew at the sashimi restaurant and spent all his time pouring broth and boiling ramen noodles. While doing so, he would spout sexual harassment at Eun-myeong as he passed by.
‘Skinny body, but that plump ass looks tasty.’
‘They say those with big upper lips suck well.’
‘Walking with a limp, he must have been poked plenty last night….’
When the gangster misters were at the sashimi restaurant, he would cautiously watch them and stop visiting, but then he would reappear, smelling foul like this.
“You shouldn’t do this; it makes the other customers uncomfortable.”
He had ignored it completely until now, but the customers were visibly displeased. Eun-myeong frowned, unlike his usual self. He bit hard into the soft flesh inside his cheek.
“If you keep doing this, I’ll report you to the police….”
As he spoke seriously about the police, the pervert quickly grabbed the cushion he was sitting on and stood up.
“Eh? Do it with me too, let’s go into that side room.”
Perhaps he had been craving it for a long time, as he suddenly grabbed Eun-myeong’s wrist. He felt like he was dying of disgust from that damp energy. Feeling like he might throw up, Eun-myeong recoiled.
“Let go, you crazy person….”
While resisting and trying to twist his wrist away, a hand reached out from the other side and gripped the pervert’s shoulder tightly.
“Hey, let’s stop that right there.”
Wondering who it was, it was the customer with the Seoul accent. The one whose eyes had met Eun-myeong’s a moment ago….