Vol 2 Ch 11

I sat with my back against the bed, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Time passed by endlessly in that position. Every time I blinked, the bloodied man appeared in my vision and then disappeared again. How perfectly timed, showing up when I was at my weakest.

Outside the window, gray clouds were quickly gathering. I drifted off into thought for a moment, and when I snapped back to reality, the sky had already darkened as if it were about to rain. Night had come again.

I heard the sound of a machine, and the door swung open. CEO Jang had come to visit again, seemingly never getting tired of it. He saw me leaning against the bed and strode over to the sofa, crossing his long legs as he sat. He asked in a flat tone.

“Did you cry?”

I glanced over to the corner behind him. Just a moment ago, the blood-drenched figure had been standing there, glaring at me. But now, as if it had never been there, it had vanished without a trace. I lowered my gaze. My cheeks were too dry to deny his question. The man quietly expressed his curiosity.

“Why?”

“…It’s nothing.”

I quietly shook my head. He didn’t ask any further. It was as if he had already figured out the reason for my tears, watching me with a lazy, sidelong glance. Then, he reached under the bed. He pulled out my now-thin wallet, tossing it lightly into the air before catching it again with ease.

“My lover seems to be quite the spender.”

He seemed to be commenting on the money that had disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground. He was still intent on creating a fictional lover. CEO Jang curled his index finger towards me, his palm facing upward. His long, graceful fingers floated in the air, beckoning me. Come here.

I threw off the sheets and rose from the bed. Like a ghost drained from my body, I walked weakly toward him. He grabbed my waist with his hand, as if measuring it like a tailor.

“Our Suwon’s waist gets slimmer by the day.”

Then, he cupped my cheek, slowly stroking it. A cheap nicotine smell wafted from his hand. For all the things he did with those hands, at least his body always smelled clean. He usually had a faint scent of cologne, but today, his suit was drenched in a smell I wasn’t familiar with. It was a mix of alcohol and cigarette smoke, all jumbled together. But it didn’t seem like he had indulged in it himself. The smells were far too cheap for his taste.

“How could someone be so cold-hearted?”

He slipped his hand into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It wasn’t the usual kind he smoked, but a common, cheap domestic brand. He casually lit one with his expensive leather lighter, holding the cigarette between his lips.

“That money wasn’t easy to come by. That bastard should see it too—what kind of face you make when you’re sucking me off.”

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

“You make a face like you’ve got a dog’s dick in your mouth, like it’s the most disgusting thing ever. You don’t even know how that makes me feel.”

“……”

“I want to dig a hole just the size of your body on my property, Suwon, it pisses me off that much.”

He said something that, when you thought about it, was terrifying, but he uttered it so casually.

“On the other hand, I also want to grab you by the hair, yank it so hard your scalp tears, and shove it down your throat.”

His lips formed a line as he bit down on the white cigarette. Smoky words drifted from between them.

“Don’t you ever want to kill him?”

Kill him. I slowly lifted my gaze. The man testing me was smiling calmly. As if drawn by some invisible force, I confessed to him.

“Every moment.”

“…Every moment.”

The man rolled the words off his tongue.

“With every breath in, and with every breath out.”

I had wanted to kill him. I had wanted to die. Every single moment of my life, from the moment I started thinking, from the moment I had thoughts in my brain. CEO Jang expressed his sympathy.

“Oh dear.”

His rough palm gently stroked my eyes and cheek, with a tenderness uncharacteristic of him.

“Don’t you want to feel at ease?”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“More resignation.”

He stood up, adjusting his pants, then bent down to meet my gaze. He smiled as if he were drawing something on his face. Suddenly, I thought he looked like a businessman. He was smiling in that seductive way people do when they’re trying to win over a difficult client.

“You, Suwon, are just…”

“……”

“You just haven’t found the way yet.”

The way. Hadn’t I tried everything? Relatives, school, the police.

There was no escape anywhere. My only relative had been too busy caring for her sick only child, and the rural school I went to taught us to always bow our heads to the grace of our parents. The neighbors, unable to bear my screams, called the police, but even they were high school classmates of that man who called himself my father. The uniformed officers ignored the bruises on my mother’s face and mine, spouting nonsense about how you shouldn’t treat the head of the household harshly or else he’ll lose his spirit, then returned to their station.

Of course, by the time I got older, I could’ve left the house at any time. But the problem was my mother, who would’ve been left behind. Despite all the times I asked her to leave with me, she insisted on staying by his side, saying he was a poor man. And in the end…

The man who had been waiting patiently for me to speak gradually erased his smile. He tugged at his tie, loosening several buttons from the top of his shirt. Without the tie, his black shirt made him look like someone entirely from the underworld.

“It must be hard to reveal your secrets.”

“……”

“Then, Suwon, let me tell you one of mine first.”

CEO Jang straightened his back, his muscles writhing threateningly like a snake, causing me to instinctively tense up.

He took off the ring he’d never removed, not even while showering. A red mark remained where the ring had been, along with a scar that looked like it had been stitched up with thread. The skin had become rough and discolored, circling his finger like a ring. I moved my gaze from his finger to meet his eyes.

“The stitches are a mess, aren’t they?”

“……”

“The only doctor in town was a fraud. His breath reeked of booze too.”

He pulled the tie from his neck, letting it fall to the ground and coil up like a snake.

“I used to be a courier, what they called a pack mule. I followed orders from the higher-ups, just doing deliveries, until one day something shiny caught my eye. I stared at the glittering powder for a while, and that’s when the greed started growing.”

“……”

“Back at the orphanage, I never had a chance to see something like that.”

He added, his voice devoid of any melody. His tone was so dry that someone else might mistake it for him reading a section of the newspaper.

“One day, an opportunity came. One of the guys I worked with stepped out for a smoke, leaving me alone with the transport vehicle. What do you think I did?”

Hoo, his lips exhaled another puff of gray smoke. With his eyes closed, the man savored the acrid scent of cheap tobacco, far worse than what he usually smoked. Yet there was no sign of discomfort on his face as he took it in—just the expression of someone accustomed to accepting what was familiar.

“I saw my chance, grabbed the bags with both hands, and ran. Hid them under my clothes and took off, hoping no one would notice. Of course, I didn’t get far. I lasted three days before they caught me—what’s a sixteen-year-old with no money going to do?” He paused. “To punish me, they tied me up and slowly sawed off two of my fingers.”

The man stared at me. For a moment, a sharp pain shot through my fingers. Startled, I curled them into my palm and spoke hesitantly, my voice shaky, to show I hadn’t missed a single word.

“…That’s cruel.”

“This is how they punish people here.”

I struggled to hold his gaze, but soon, I dropped my eyes to the floor. I didn’t want to hear more, but it didn’t seem like he was going to stop.

“The bones were harder than I thought. Even with a sharp saw, it took several cuts. That’s how I lost my middle and ring fingers. Some quack doctor stitched them back, first the middle finger, then the ring. We were so deep in the backwoods that there wasn’t even proper anesthesia, so I had to get the ring finger sewn on while I was practically awake.” He spoke in an emotionless voice, looking down at the deep scar on his ring finger.

“I was foaming at the mouth, rolling my eyes, and that’s when they finally gave me some water. Turns out, it was the drugs I stole mixed into it.”

My stomach churned. Please, no more.

The man grabbed my chin tightly, stopping me from looking away. His face drained of expression, leaving only a blank, cold mask. His voice lowered, as if whispering a secret meant only for us.

“Even through all that pain, the granules on my tongue tasted strangely sweet. That’s when it hit me.”

“Ugh…”

“I thought they cut off my fingers because they were mad I stole the drugs.”

“…Ugh…”

“But that wasn’t it.”

The grip on my chin tightened. Heat rushed to my face as the man gritted his teeth, spitting out each word.

“The drugs were just sugar powder.”

“…Huh.”

“They were just warning me. So I’d never even think about running away.”

“Running…”

The man repeated the word as if cutting it off with his teeth. Was it just my imagination, or did the word “running” carry extra weight this time?

“…Ugh.”

He paused, the first break in his relentless speech.

“Back then, I thought it was hell. But looking back, maybe not. After all, look at me now—I’m the one on top, aren’t I?”

“…Ugh, ugh…”

“I’ve told you my secret. Now it’s your turn. This is your last chance, so think carefully.”

CEO Jang cut each word slowly and asked again.

“Why were you crying?”

His eyes settled into a calm stillness. I instinctively knew—there would be no more chances. His face overlapped with the image of him when he first suggested sponsoring me. Back then, too, he had cornered me, and now he was pushing me off the edge, demanding the truth.

What was at the bottom of this cliff? I didn’t know, but I was certain it would be nothing but a bottomless swamp.

As I parted my lips slightly, the man’s gaze fixed on my lower face.

I took his ring finger into my mouth. His eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected it. I focused on the act, sucking on his finger, running my tongue along the rough, scarred flesh, tracing the indent where his ring had pressed into his skin.

Drops fell onto the floor, landing on my hands. They came from my eyes, tears I couldn’t understand, falling freely.

CEO Jang watched me suck on his finger. Then he shook his head, letting out a quiet sigh.

“…Ah.”

A soft sigh escaped his lips.

“…What the hell are you doing?”

His large hand pushed my face away. For a moment, I wondered if he felt insulted. But when I looked up, his expression was more peculiar than angry. His face had gone a little pale, his eyes clouded with confusion.

Incredibly, he seemed shaken. The cold-blooded man, who seemed unbreakable, appeared genuinely startled.

If he’s shaken, at least he’s not disgusted, right? Thinking that, I didn’t back down. Instead, I followed his hand, my tongue slipping out to lick his finger again. The sound of wet suction echoed in the quiet room.

“……”

A faint wrinkle appeared on his smooth forehead. A blue vein stood out at his temple, and his Adam’s apple bobbed visibly as he swallowed.

The front of his pants swelled, the size of two fists pushed together. I reached for his sleek leather belt, fumbling as I undid the buckle. The zipper came down with a hiss, revealing the bulging black briefs underneath.

I swallowed a sigh internally. As thick as his arms were, so was this. The thought of it thrusting inside me made my mouth dry, and the still-healing hole throbbed.

I opened wide and took him into my mouth. It was thick, and long, too long to take all the way. I strained, but it was still far too much.

I clenched my cheeks and took a deep breath. The massive thing slid into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Tears blurred my vision, the strain making my nose tingle. Uncontrollable tears welled up at the corners of my eyes.

“…Ugh.”

The overstimulated man let out a low groan. His large hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back hard.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I looked up at him, my hair still gripped in his hand. He spat the words out.

“This isn’t an answer to my question.”

“…I just…”

I tried to smile, pulling the corners of my mouth up as much as I could. But the forced grin only made things worse. His face hardened even more.

Suddenly, I remembered the lesson I had taken from the service manager on how to smile naturally. In the mirror, I had looked like a clown with a grotesque smile.

CEO Jang glared at me with eyes like a demon. The whites of his eyes shone, glaring fiercely. His gaze was so chilling that cold sweat ran down my back.

“…It was nothing.”

Why was he doing this? It wasn’t enough to expose his own vulnerabilities—now he was demanding that I reveal mine.

Why? Why was he doing this? I just wanted him to take me like usual. Push inside with that absurdly thick thing, thrust as much as he liked, and then leave after spilling his seed.

This pointless psychological game was a waste of time.

“…After getting swindled by that guy, I just felt a little empty.”

CEO Jang pressed his lips together stubbornly, his jaw muscles twitching.

“He was good at screwing me over. Haven’t seen him since I came here.”

A cold silence settled in the rectangular room.

CEO Jang’s rough breathing echoed off the cold marble floor. His thick chest and broad back rose and fell slightly faster than usual. His chest heaved as his lungs expanded and contracted rapidly, trying to calm his excitement.

Gradually, the strength left his grip. The fingers that had nearly ripped out my hair loosened. His low voice, so cold it was chilling, fell over my head.

“Is that so?”

“…Yes.”

I nodded, pressing my cheek gently against his thigh.

By now, his face had returned to its usual cold expression. But there was still a fire burning in his eyes. With a fierce intensity glowing in his pupils, he spat out the words.

“Then suck it well.”

“……”

“I’ll f*ck you until you’re crying like you’re going to die.”

I took him into my mouth again, sucking hard. Saliva dripped onto the floor as I filled my throat with him. As I tightened my throat and sucked, his shoes lifted slightly from the floor.

“…Haa.”

He grabbed my chin and pulled me up. My mouth was forced wide open by his c*ck, and I smiled slightly. The man raised an eyebrow, his expression turning harsh, as if he might spit in my face. Instead, he spat out a vulgar curse.

“Get on all fours.”

He smoothly untied the strap around my waist. Before I could fully take off the gown, the man flipped me over and shoved his erect c*ck straight into my hole.

“…Ugh!”

The pain of him pounding inside made my feet involuntarily kick at the floor. The man, clearly in pain himself, swallowed his groans. He kept thrusting, digging into me relentlessly like a shovel.

It felt like he was trying to bury me alive. While he came twice, I could only stare at the ground. Both of my hands were behind my back, tightly held in his grip, as if I was cuffed.

“…Ahh, ugh, nngh!”

“…Hah, ha…”

Normally, the man would go at least three or four rounds, but after only two, he pulled out. After he finished, he removed his c*ck from my hole without a second thought. As it slipped out, my body trembled uncontrollably.

“Ugh!”

CEO Jang stroked his c*ck dry with his rough hand, squeezing out the last drop onto my back. Then, he wiped it clean on the hem of my gown. He adjusted his pants, fastening his belt again.

As usual, he grabbed his wallet from the table. His cold hand took a handful of bills and stuffed them all into my mouth. With the money crammed inside, I laid my cheek on the rug, sprawled out on the floor.

The man above me slid a ring back onto his empty finger. His footsteps echoed towards the door. Slam, the door shut, and the sound reverberated through the empty room.

I lay alone on the marble floor for a while before spitting out the bills. With the money, some clear stomach acid spilled onto the floor.

Panting, I realized that the man had just treated me like a toilet. Stuffing money into my body like that was something he used to do often. After he installed a safe, he’d started putting the money there or in my wallet.

…He should’ve just done this from the start. It was much simpler, for both of us.

The semen he had ruthlessly deposited in me dripped out from my hole. It had a fishy, sour, primal smell. It was just as warm as his body had been. Suddenly, a wave of disgust surged through me.