Vol 2 Ch 3

“Spread.”  

CEO Jang clung to me from behind, shaking his c*ck with his hand. His c*ck soon spewed thick semen. The semen he ejaculated spilled directly into my hole.  

“Don’t leak out the cum, keep the hole closed.”  

I tried tightening my hole, but it was impossible to stop the semen from leaking out.  

“Tighten your butt.”  

CEO Jang slapped my butt again. The force made the muscles under my butt tense up. My hole contracted suddenly. Exhausted, my body collapsed onto the sheet.  

How long had this gone on? My entire body ached. I lay there like a corpse, too tired to even move a finger. CEO Jang, beside me, was toying with my ass, which must have turned bright red by now.  

I suddenly felt a sharp pain below my belly, but it quickly subsided. It was probably because I hadn’t cleaned out the semen that CEO Jang had pumped in the day before. If I left it like this, I’d surely suffer from stomach cramps later.  

I placed my hand on the sheet and pushed myself up. CEO Jang, who was lying behind me, spoke.  

“Where are you going?”  

“…I’m going to wash up.”  

He mumbled to himself, as if speaking to no one, “Your legs must be weak.” Then he asked,  

“Aren’t your thighs sore?”  

If I said they hurt, he’d complain. If I said they didn’t, he’d want to go another round. As I remained silent, watching him, CEO Jang, as if doing me a favor, said,  

“Go wash up.”  

I peeled myself off the bed, stood up, and placed both feet on the floor. As I took a step forward, a sharp pain shot up from my spine.  

I heard him click his tongue behind me. Watching my pathetic struggle, CEO Jang reached for the nightstand. He picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver.  

“Room service, please.”  

Step by slow step, I barely made it to the shower booth.  

The water sprayed down on my chest and flowed over my body. The traces of the night clinging to my skin were washed away with the soap. After scrubbing every inch of myself, I turned off the faucet tightly.  

Splash, splash. My wet feet made soft sounds as I walked to the sink. The shower booth was filled with thick steam. I dried myself with a towel hanging on one wall.  

Then, I noticed fresh red blood seeping from the bandage wrapped around my knee. I turned around and saw droplets of blood marking the path I had walked. No wonder my knee had been throbbing. It seemed the wound that had been cut by glass had reopened.  

“…ha.”  

I let out a small sigh, grabbed a new bandage from the shelf, and sat down on the closed toilet. I hastily wrapped the bandage around my knee. My clumsy hands tied the knot tightly, though it was far from neat.  

Not forgetting to clean up after myself, I sprayed water with the shower head, washing away the fresh blood droplets. The strong stream of water cleared them away.  

Creak. I opened the shower booth door and stepped out.  

Despite leaving the steamy booth, everything before my eyes remained blurry. A hazy smoke stung my eyes.  

The room looked like a raccoon den. The culprit behind this mess was none other than CEO Jang, sitting on the headboard of the bed, puffing away on a cigarette. Naked, he blew out one thick cloud of smoke after another into the air.  

Thankfully, the lower half of his body was covered by the sheet, but it barely reached his hips, leaving him looking precarious.  

His face would vanish in the gray smoke, then reappear as he sucked on the cigarette. His eyes scanned me lazily, from head to toe, as if savoring the sight.  

Fixating on my legs under the robe, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and spoke.  

“The hole that was supposed to be ripped didn’t get ripped.”

He gestured toward the sheet beneath him with his eyes. There was a clear bloodstain, looking fresh. It must have been discovered after I went into the shower booth.  

Despite being the one who reopened a wound that had been slowly healing, CEO Jang acted like it was all my fault, as if my carelessness had caused everything. Truly a shameless man.  

I turned away from him and glanced at the sofa. The leather had patches where the white stuffing was poking through. I could guess what had caused those marks, and my face flushed with heat.  

CEO Jang suddenly let out a sneer. The man, with a voice that cracked at the edges, was full of mocking sarcasm.  

“Can’t even go to the bathroom properly, can you?”  

Tsk, tsk. He clicked his tongue.  

“Were you never toilet trained?”  

“… …”  

“Didn’t I teach you?”  

CEO Jang lightly tapped the headboard with the back of his hand, where his ring caught the light. Unlike yesterday, when he had left tiredness on his body like a stain, today, he looked to be in a very good mood. My mood, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, sinking into the ground.  

I wet a towel with water and knelt in front of the sofa. Had the wound opened up more? The pain in my knee was so sharp that I couldn’t even let out a sound. I gripped the towel tightly, enduring the pain, and rubbed at the marks on the leather sofa. I desperately tried to wipe away the stains, but they didn’t fade easily, as if the damage was permanent.  

The texture of the leather in my hand told me that this sofa must have been quite expensive. How much would it cost? Thinking about how the tiring night was now going to waste made my vision darken.  

I could feel CEO Jang’s gaze on me from the side. I didn’t want to know what he was thinking while watching me pathetically scrubbing the sofa.  

Ding dong. 

The doorbell suddenly rang, followed by a knock at the door.  

I tried to stand up quickly, but a sharp pain shot through my knee, and I staggered, clutching the sofa for support. CEO Jang glared at me coldly.  

“Where do you think you’re going like that?”  

He walked toward the shower booth, casually draping a robe over his tall frame. His hair was slightly tousled, with a few strands falling over his forehead, and his sharp eyes looked lazy. The subtle scent lingering in the room only added to the mood.  

Anyone could tell by looking that he had just had sex, with signs of it still lingering on his body. He was in no better shape than me, if not worse. The robe tied carelessly around his waist, CEO Jang opened the door. 

The door opened just a crack, and even that was mostly blocked by CEO Jang, so it seemed unlikely that the room service staff could see me. Still, I deliberately turned my back and pretended to keep busy cleaning the sofa.

“Hello, I’ve brought your order,” a voice from behind said, accompanied by the clatter of dishes. It sounded like the food was being exchanged. Just when I thought the situation was wrapping up, CEO Jang stopped the staff from leaving.

“For the tip.”

… It looked like he was planning to give them a tip. I cursed inwardly. It felt like he was trying to make this situation even more uncomfortable for me. 

For some reason, I found the whole thing unpleasant.

Was it just my imagination? I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me from behind. At first, I thought it was CEO Jang, but a quick glance showed he had his back to me. That meant it was the staff who had their eyes on me.

Even if I gave them the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe they were just curious about CEO Jang’s companion for the night, something about the way they were looking at me felt off. It left me uneasy. I put down the towel and slowly turned my head toward the back.

CEO Jang was standing with his back to me, but just past his shoulder, my eyes locked with someone else’s.

Rage surged within me like a wildfire. The staff member delivering the service, staring straight at me, was that bastard.

The same bastard who had stolen my money.

I had figured I’d run into him again someday, but not this soon.

I stood up slowly, keeping my gaze fixed on him. The wound that had been torn open screamed in pain, but right now, none of that mattered. The only thing I cared about was glaring at him as if I would tear him apart on the spot.

Our eye contact lasted just a brief moment. But in that moment, the bastard’s eyes had already scanned my body draped in the robe and taken in the disheveled state of the room.

Then he shifted his gaze to CEO Jang and, with that revolting tone of voice only service staff can manage, said, “Thank you. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call. Have a pleasant stay.”

My eyes were fixed on the cash the bastard was holding. As soon as CEO Jang turned towards me, the smile on that bastard’s face disappeared as if wiped away. He switched expressions as easily as putting on a mask and mouthed the word “disgusting” just as the door slowly closed in front of him.

I stood there, staring at the closed door, the sound of his irritating footsteps growing fainter until they disappeared. My eyes remained locked on the door, burning hot as if they might start bleeding. 

CEO Jang, holding a tray in one hand, walked toward me, the hem of his robe fluttering. He casually asked me, “What’s wrong?” as if nothing had happened.

He placed the tray on the sofa table and, as if it were nothing, sank into the leather sofa, which was still marred with white stains. He even lifted the cover off the food as if he was really about to eat. The smell of food hit me, nauseating.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” CEO Jang muttered to himself. “Then again, you usually do.”

The sharp clinking of metal utensils rang out as CEO Jang picked up a knife and fork and began cutting into the pale salmon steak. I stared meaninglessly at his hands as he worked the knife before finally speaking.

“That staff member just now…”

CEO Jang echoed my words in a low voice, “That staff member…”

He popped another piece of salmon into his mouth, his sharp jaw moving as he chewed the food.

“That’s the one who stole my money.”

CEO Jang took another bite of salmon. He seemed surprisingly satisfied with it, letting out a low hum of appreciation as he raised an eyebrow. His reaction was so indifferent that I was taken aback. I had expected at least some displeasure, if not outright anger.

He washed the food down with a sip of water from a wine glass, then casually said something that shattered all my expectations.

“I know.”

… He already knew?

I stared at CEO Jang in disbelief as he continued his meal without a care in the world. He knew, and he still gave that bastard a tip?

‘Didn’t he tell you? That he was going to sue you unless you dealt with it?’ 

That’s what he’d said before. He had thrown cash at the problem as if he had money to burn, but now there wasn’t a trace of discomfort in his attitude towards that guy. I was stunned by his uncharacteristic behavior. 

While I stood there frozen, CEO Jang finished his meal, laid down the utensils, and got up from the sofa.

“I’m heading out,” he said, untying the ribbon of his robe and walking towards the wardrobe where his clothes were hanging.

“I’m sure you’ll be waiting for it, Suwon. Take it easy for the next few days.”

With that parting line, CEO Jang quickly dressed in just a shirt and pants, slinging his jacket over one shoulder. His phone vibrated softly from inside the jacket as he draped it over his arm.

Bzzt, bzzt.

He swiped his thumb across the phone screen, answering the call. The deep voice of a man echoed from the phone, the same bear-like voice I had heard in the early morning.

– Sir, regarding what you asked me to check yesterday…

“Hold on a moment,” CEO Jang said, pausing mid-step to glance back at me. 

Phone still in hand, he addressed me, “I’ll be busy for the next few days because of the new product. Just relax and take it easy.”

With that final word, he walked out, the door slamming shut behind him with a loud bang that reverberated through the room. Left alone, I heaved a deep sigh, staring at the empty plates.

“……”

I could feel eyes on my back. The source was the camera attached to the safe. How could he tell me to relax when there was a camera here, watching my every move? What a heartless bastard. I scrubbed my face with dry hands. 

Even in this empty room, I could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on me. It was exhausting, physically and emotionally. I felt trapped, like I was confined in a coffin that fit my body perfectly, with no room to move. There was even a window cut into it so someone could watch me from the outside, and I would never know who or when they were watching.

…It feels suffocating. Like someone is gripping my neck, twisting it in their hands. The suffocation presses down on me, and I pull at the collar around my neck. Maybe getting some fresh air would help, but I know all too well that even outside this room, I can’t escape people’s gazes. I’m tired of the constant stares and whispers.

“……”

I dragged my heavy steps towards the window, past the sofa, past the bed, and pressed myself against the glass. This spot seemed to be out of the camera’s view.

In the clear reflection, I saw a man with a face so pale it looked almost blue. His eyes, devoid of focus, stared at me for a while. I averted my gaze and reached for the lever, opening the window.

“……”

A chilly breeze slipped in through the crack. Wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, I wrapped my arms around myself. Then, I noticed something that made my eyes widen. Something unbelievable filled my view.

The once lush green golf course had patches of yellowed grass scattered all over. Autumn had arrived before I knew it. The colder winds and the red-tinged weeds made it impossible to deny.

Suddenly, my heart started pounding wildly. 

Time, which I had been idly watching from the sidelines, suddenly rushed towards me. How did so much time pass? I hadn’t planned on staying this long. A season at most, just long enough to save some money for surgery. 

But now, as another new season approached, it felt like I really had to leave. Somewhere no one could find me.

Droplets started forming on the window, and soon, an early cold rain began to fall.