Vol 2 Ch 4

Time kept moving without me. Many people came and went from the golf course. A few new staff members joined, stayed for a while, and then left. 

CEO Jang, who had said he’d be busy with the new product launch, only visited me in the early hours to take my body. He still used his commanding tone, enjoyed his perverse acts, and afterwards, he would hand me the money he had promised. That was the routine here.

Nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, my nerves were oddly on edge.

Even when I spent time in the room, I would often whip around at the sudden chill, as if someone was watching me. The camera attached to the safe began to gnaw at my nerves.

I started to understand why CEO Jang had told me about that camera. To remind me that he was watching, to keep me from trying anything foolish. If that was his intent, he had chosen the most effective way to make sure I knew.

The thought that he might be watching me through that lens made it hard to even breathe comfortably. My entire body was on alert because of him. And after that day, it got worse, much worse.

‘I’m extremely curious, Seo Suwon. What have you been doing, and where have you been, until now, before falling into my hands?’

Once that nerve was pulled tight, it didn’t let go easily. Every day felt like I was walking on thin ice.

CEO Jang was likely just playing with me for amusement. But because of my guilt, even the slightest breeze felt like a blade cutting through my skin. I flinched and stepped back every time. The food I forced into my mouth had long since lost any flavor, and I rarely slept. I was too afraid that the moment I closed my eyes, I’d open them to find him standing right in front of me.

In the midst of it all, that blood-soaked middle-aged man would occasionally appear and loiter around me.

It was late at night when everyone was asleep. I pulled off my blanket, slipped out of bed, and headed to the first-floor lounge.

Tap, tap, tap.

The raindrops hitting the small upper window grew heavier. The rain had been falling for days, as if trying to strip the red leaves from the trees.

I sat alone in the VIP lounge. The only light in the room was from the computer screen in front of me. I let the white glow wash over my face as I clicked around with the mouse.

The island I had been eyeing filled the screen. It was at the southernmost point of the sea. It was so remote that only one ferry traveled there, and it operated just twice a day.

“……”

I let go of the mouse and dropped my hand beside my thigh.

The ferry tickets weren’t that expensive, and a place like that would likely have very low rent. I could send money to my uncle each month while I looked for a job. I didn’t have much to pack anyway. I could just grab all the money from the safe and leave. But there was one thing that bothered me.

CEO Jang.

Our deal was originally supposed to last until winter when he left the golf course. He had promised that by then, he would not only give me a way to escape but also enough money for me to live the rest of my life without working. And he certainly seemed wealthy enough to do so.

But if he were the one to provide my escape, that would mean he’d know where I was going. That couldn’t happen. It was far too dangerous. I needed to disappear to a place where no one could find me, where I could quietly live out my days.

I turned off the computer, got up, and returned to my room.

“……!”

In the hallway leading to my room, I suddenly heard a faint noise brush past my ear. I ignored it, quickening my pace.

It didn’t take long to realize the sound was coming from my room. I slowed my steps. I hesitated for a long time, unable to bring myself to open the door.

“Mm… Ah!”

“…Hah, hah.”

Two voices—clearly two people—groaned inside. I swallowed hard.

It sounded like CEO Jang was having sex with someone else in my room. If that was the case, if that was what he was doing, there must be a reason he chose to do it here, of all places. Maybe to show me.

If that’s what he wanted, I had to give it to him. I slowly raised my card and tapped it against the reader. The lock beeped, and I heard the door unlock.

I grabbed the handle, wrapped my hand around it, and pulled. As the door cracked open, the sounds from inside grew louder. The deeper I stepped into the room, the louder the moaning became.

“Mmm, ahh!”

“…Hah.”

“…Ah, mm!”

“…Hah, hah.”

The man’s groaning alternated between being stifled and suddenly rising, while CEO Jang’s rough, low, panting breaths mixed in. The former was unfamiliar, but the latter was definitely CEO Jang’s.

I never wanted to get used to it, but my nerves reacted automatically. I could feel the tension rise within me as I got closer. Just around the corner, I would see CEO Jang having sex with someone else. It was probably a messy sight, but oddly enough, I felt a strange sense of anticipation. I licked my dry lips.

Ever since he had sex with me, CEO Jang hadn’t been with anyone else. That fact alone made me feel odd. If he was such a lecherous man, he should be willing to sleep with anyone. So why did he stick to me like a dog in heat?

Whatever the reason, if he was with someone else now, maybe he’d share some of his desire with them. Maybe then, he’d come looking for me less. With that small hope, I stepped around the corner.

Contrary to my expectations of finding him in the middle of something, CEO Jang was reclining on the sofa, a cigarette between his lips. He was rubbing himself, pants pulled down, staring at the screen in front of him. The sight was so vulgar and obscene that I almost let out a curse. I stood frozen, pale, and slowly shifted my gaze to the screen he was watching.

“……”

The brightly lit room on the television mirrored the one we were in. On the screen, CEO Jang was seen pressed against a sofa, exposing his broad back, moving his hips savagely.

“…Huh!”

“…Panting… move your hips.”

A pale, long leg dangled beside his thighs, and the knee was wrapped in a bandage. Seeing that, I quietly lowered my gaze.

…What was I even hoping for?

Just as my hopes vanished, CEO Jang suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap. His lips brushed my neck as he spoke.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“And did you eat?”

“I did.”

He tilted his head slightly and lightly praised me, saying, “Good.” With a smirk, he stroked himself faster, pre-cum already leaking from his grotesque organ. His eyes half-closed as he let out a languid breath.

Unlike his usual sharp, alert demeanor, he seemed more relaxed now. I glanced at the table, where a half-empty whiskey bottle and an empty glass sat. Scattered around were small white powdery traces. I recognized them immediately.

dr*gs.

I shifted my gaze back to CEO Jang. His eyes were unfocused, and he kept licking his dry lips. He must’ve taken something.

Was he high, watching our sex tape and touching himself? Madman. Pervert. Psychopath.

“…CEO.”

He chuckled darkly.

“It’s a new product, and it works pretty well.”

With a sharp turn of his head, he suddenly pressed his lips against mine. His tongue relentlessly crushed the soft flesh under my nose. It was as if he’d forgotten that I needed to breathe to stay alive, not giving me a moment’s space. I gently pushed against his chest, and surprisingly, he let go easily. I removed my pants and straddled him, positioning myself above his already exposed erection.

As the pre-cum smeared around my entrance, I lifted my hips to insert him. Not one to wait, CEO Jang thrust upward, entering me.

He filled me completely.

“Hng, ah!”

“…Haa, haa.”

“…Mmm, mmm!”

“…Huh.”

The moans from the TV rang loudly in my ears. I suppressed the urge to turn it off, casually asking him a question.

“Do you take dr*gs often?”

“Just enough not to get addicted.”

He gripped my hips tightly, as if he might crush them. It was clear he couldn’t control his strength while high. Unlike most people in his state, CEO Jang still seemed relatively normal, and he asked me,

“Why, do you want to try?”

I shook my head slightly, gripping the hem of his shirt.

“…Maybe next time.”

He pulled up my shirt, his hands quickly finding my nipples, brushing against them roughly. The touch made them swell, growing slightly larger than my fingernails.

“The real thing is always better than the video….”

His words were interrupted by the awful moans coming from the screen.

“Stop, I really feel like I’m going to pee.”

Hearing those desperate moans made the corners of my eyes feel hot. I gasped and panted, letting out heated breaths. As I was nearing the edge, a loud cry echoed from the TV.

“Can you do it like that today too?”

I muttered quietly, facing his intoxicated state.

“…If you do it first, CEO.”

CEO Jang looked at me and chuckled darkly.

“You’ve really become bold.”

I continued moving on top of him, staring at the glass on the table, particularly the white powder scattered around it.

***

CEO Jang fell asleep with himself still inside me. I lay on my side, twisting my hips slightly to get him out. My trembling legs shifted, and the muscles down there clenched as I tried to expel him. Slowly, his erection began to slide out, until finally, with a pop, it was free.

The hole that had been stretched all night twitched and throbbed in the aftermath. Shivering from the exertion, I carefully got up from the mattress. For some reason, the sheet that had covered me slid down from my waist.

Glancing down, I saw his large, thick erection still half-hard, even in his sleep. Its sheer size and girth made it feel like it was draining the life out of me.

Cautiously, I waved my hand in front of his face.

“……”

I repeated the action a few more times to confirm he was truly asleep. Once I was certain, I quietly got dressed.

Leaving him in the room, breathing deeply in his sleep, I snuck out silently.

As I walked, the still gaping hole that had been spread open all night seemed to push out my inner walls with each step. Entering the break room, I turned on the computer and started browsing the internet. Narrowing my eyes, I stared at the screen while biting on the undersides of my fingernails.

Searching for transportation to the ferry terminal, I soon realized I was facing an unexpected challenge. On the day I first arrived at the golf course, I had taken Lee Jinseok’s car after getting off the village bus. It was quite a distance from the bus stop to the inside of the golf course, and I recalled thinking it felt quite far. A quick search online revealed that it would take at least five hours to walk from the bus stop.

I checked other stops, just in case, but it was no use. The few bus stops in the area only had buses that headed toward the town center. This place was truly in the middle of nowhere. Without a car, it seemed nearly impossible to leave. No wonder Lee Jinseok had personally come to pick me up that day.

“…”

There were only three taxi companies in the area. I wrote down the numbers of all three companies on a scrap of paper, one by one. Clutching the piece of paper tightly, I made my way to the phone booth. Once inside, I unfolded the paper and began dialing the first number.

The dial tone rang on and on. While waiting for someone to pick up, I leaned against the transparent wall of the booth and looked outside. A chilly breeze swirled the fallen leaves into a spiral before scattering them. As I absentmindedly watched the mess of leaves being tossed around, a staff member finally answered.

– “Hello, this is Happy Call Taxi, bringing you comfort. How can I assist you?”

Snapping back to reality, I quickly straightened up. 

“Um… I’d like to book a taxi.”

– “Sure, may I have your name?”

“…Seo Suwon.”

– “And where are you departing from?”

“The Royal Golf Course.”

– “Please hold for a moment.”

I heard the sound of keyboard typing through the receiver. 

– “I’m sorry, but the location you requested is too far away for our service area.”

“…I see. Thank you.”

The first call ended disappointingly. Mentally crossing out the first number, I dialed the second one. After hitting the call button, the line connected, and another operator answered.

– “Yes, how may I help you?”

“I’m at the Royal Golf Course and would like to book a ride.”

– “Let me check on that for you.”

Anxiety filled the silence. As I bit down on the cigarette filter, waiting, I eventually heard the operator pick up again. Like the first company, they said the distance was too great, and they couldn’t provide service in that area. Even when I offered extra money, they said it wasn’t allowed due to company policy, and the call ended.

Now there was only one company left. A man answered the call, sounding disinterested.

– “Yes, go ahead.”

“I’m calling from the Royal Golf Course. Do you have any available taxis?”

– “We don’t go out that far.”

The man hung up after that single sentence. Frustrated by the abrupt end, I bit my lower lip and left the phone booth without any success. Exhaling smoke from my last cigarette, I returned to the room. Just in case, I tore up the note with the numbers and threw it in the incinerator behind the hotel, along with the cigarette butt.

Opening the door to the room quietly, I stepped inside. CEO Jang lay sprawled on the large bed, showing me his back as he slept. I stared at him, the room wrapped in a stillness like a heavy fog, broken only by his soft breathing. It was as if he had taken something to ensure a deep, dr*g-induced slumber.

His breath rose and fell softly, his shoulder blades gently rising and sinking. The line of his spine undulated like waves, and his tanned back bore numerous scars, big and small. Among them were the marks left by my fingernails when I couldn’t control my pleasure. The scars were deep, evidence of how hard I’d dug in. 

But aside from those, his body was covered with traces of past encounters. Whatever he did for a living, I had long suspected it wasn’t anything legal, based on the way he carried himself and the conversations I overheard.

And to think he was a dr*g manufacturer.

Standing next to him, I picked up the phone and pressed the call button. The front desk answered almost immediately.

– “Hello, how can we assist you?”

“Hello, I’d like to order room service.”

Glancing behind me, I checked to see if CEO Jang was stirring. Fortunately, he hadn’t moved, still deep in his seemingly dreamless sleep.

“I’ll have the C set, please,” I said, selecting the seafood cream risotto, bread, and pasta option that caught my attention.

– “Would you like a beverage with that?”

“Just water, please.”

– “Any specific time you’d like it delivered?”

I glanced back at him again. He showed no signs of waking up.

“Please bring it in about an hour.”

Moving quietly around the room, I cleaned everything up. Even the sofa, stained with white spots, got wiped down with a dry towel, though the marks didn’t come off. CEO Jang didn’t stir, even as I loaded clothes into the washing machine in the corner. 

Finally, an hour later, there was a knock at the door, and he twitched slightly, his fingers barely moving. I confirmed his reaction before stepping toward the door.

“Room service.”

I froze, recognizing the voice outside. It was an utterly ordinary man’s voice, the kind you’d expect from eight out of ten men. Yet, something about it grated on my nerves. 

Slowly, I reached for the door handle and cracked it open, revealing the face of the man standing on the other side.

That bastard’s gaze passed over me and directed itself towards CEO Jang, who was sitting up in bed, before returning to me. He quietly handed me the tray. His touch lacked sincerity, and his eyes were boiling with hostility. After slamming the door in his face, I re-entered the room. CEO Jang, who had just woken up, blinked as if trying to grasp the situation, glancing around the room. Then, he seemed to notice me standing like a stone in the corner and muttered:

“…What the hell.”

Then, he mumbled as if to himself, “Was it not a dream?” I approached the table and set down the heavy tray I had brought.

“Sir, I ordered room service for you.”

I took the robe hanging on one of the walls and handed it to the naked CEO Jang with both hands. He blinked slowly, his usually sharp eyes now lazily roaming over my face. He threw off the sheet wrapped around his waist and stood up from the bed. The thin sheet slid off, revealing his heavy c*ck, still unaroused but large enough to elicit disbelief from most people. CEO Jang, unfazed, casually slipped into the robe as if it were nothing, while I was the one left feeling awkward.

“Why is the back of your neck red?”

His question reminded me of last night, the memory of him ruthlessly thrusting into me suddenly coming to life. My body trembled briefly. He let out a sneer, then walked barefoot toward the table. His cold eyes rested quietly on the food.

“Sit down.”

I quietly sat across from him and picked up a fork. He picked up some pasta with his fork, chewed it slowly, then paused. His jaw movement slowed, and faint wrinkles formed on his usually perfect brow. He rinsed his mouth with water, clearly displeased with the taste. Internally, I rejoiced. I twirled the pasta around my fork and chewed it. I wasn’t used to this kind of food, but it wasn’t terrible.

CEO Jang looked at me, eating my cream-colored pasta, and asked:

“Does it taste good?”

“Yes, it does.”

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. Watching me eat, he smiled with satisfaction and muttered:

“You must be hungry. It’s about time.”

CEO Jang wiped his mouth with a tissue, then played with the rim of the wine glass filled with water.

“Starving someone always works best.”

I didn’t care about what he was saying, focusing instead on the pickles and chewing. Once I reached the island, I wouldn’t be able to eat anything like this. I needed to fill my stomach while I could.

“Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, you’re right.”

He was pleased, having his opinion validated. A glimpse of his white molars showed between his smirking lips. I took a spoonful of seafood risotto and stared at CEO Jang. His leather wallet flashed across my mind as I looked at his face. I managed a faint smile. That only made CEO Jang frown slightly. There would be a way, despite the obstacles. As long as I could get my hands on that damn money.

“…Sir.”

He looked at me, expression hard as his erection, and asked:

“What?”

“I have a request.”

“…A request?”

He raised his eyebrows sharply, as if hearing an unexpected word. His wrinkled brows and narrowed eyes made him look even more vicious. His fierce expression made me nervously scratch at my thigh with my short nails. Had I said something to provoke him? I hesitated, unable to continue. But CEO Jang urged me in a low voice:

“What could Seo Suwon possibly want from me?”

Reluctantly, I pointed to the sofa in the center of the room. Closing my eyes tightly, I forced out the words.

“…That sofa is dirty. The hotel will definitely ask me to pay for it.”

“And?”

“I was hoping you could replace it.”

It was a top-quality leather sofa, probably worth a few hundred thousand. CEO Jang leisurely rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. I nervously watched him, waiting for his response. I knew it was a ridiculous request. If someone asked me to replace something so expensive out of the blue, I’d be shocked too. Especially this man, with his rotten personality. I should just be thankful he didn’t slap me.

“……”

“……”

I picked up my fork again. CEO Jang rested his hand on his temple and gazed at me with a sideways glance. It felt like I was a pet being offered food by its owner, but I continued eating diligently, determined to absorb every last bit of the expensive meal. To my surprise, CEO Jang showed no reaction—no scoffing, no anger. Naturally, I assumed he had rejected my request.