DOGC Ch 2

“Open your mouth wide, baby.”

Whether he wanted to or not, Seorim had no choice but to open his mouth. It was because Chairman Ryu had shoved his fingers into his mouth and forced it open. A thick, odorless liquid was ruthlessly pushed down his throat. The stream he couldn’t quite swallow gushed out and flowed down the corners of his mouth.

What was he feeding him? His whole body was a mess and with his face being held, resistance was not even a dream. He couldn’t breathe, and a small cough burst out.

“Eup, ugh, kehek, haa…….”

As soon as Chairman Ryu let go of his mouth, Seorim, still on his stomach, heaved his shoulders as if he were about to spill all his guts. Some of the liquid he threw up on the floor splattered, wetting the carpet.

It felt like his esophagus was burning. Every mucous membrane the liquid touched writhed, and a wave of nausea washed over him. Trembling uncontrollably, Seorim buried his face, smeared with saliva and tears, into the floor.

“You need to be taught a lesson so you can’t last a moment without a man’s cock to come to your senses.”

Spitting out words that made no sense, Chairman Ryu then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. The pulled shirt pressed against his Adam’s apple, and a hissing sound escaped his lips. Like a sack filled with trash, Seorim was held by Chairman Ryu and dragged away.

“I, haah, I was, wrong, I’m sorry.”

His mangled lips could not form a proper sentence. Chairman Ryu seemed to have gone completely deaf, showing no reaction at all. He crossed the room, paying no mind to Seorim’s arms and knees being scraped on the wooden floor.

“Husband, ah, euk!”

Click, the bedroom door opened. Seeing Chairman Ryu about to drag him outside just like that, Seorim was utterly aghast. At this rate, anyone passing by could see this sight; was this man really okay with showing such a scene to others?

Seorim had no way of knowing what the liquid he had just been fed was, nor where they were going like this. The pain of his skin scraping against the floor and the ache that spread from bumping into furniture snatched away any chance to even think. Above all, the boiling heat rising from within him felt like it would drive him insane.

Even in front of the stairs, Chairman Ryu did not stop his steps. In the moonlit corridor, the sound of Seorim’s sobbing echoed pitifully.

His bruised and swollen limbs were struck here and there against the corners of the stairs. His lips, bitten in the aftermath of the pain, were torn to shreds and ragged. He even thought that after being tormented all through the dawn, something might finally break.

All the lights in the corridor were off, making it difficult to see ahead. Maintaining his silence, Chairman Ryu dragged Seorim toward their destination for a considerable time.

“Kk, eup, haak.”

His consciousness faded in and out, becoming hazy then slightly clear again due to the pain that tormented his entire body to the point where he couldn’t pinpoint a specific area. He couldn’t even cry anymore. Trying to somehow breathe properly, Seorim gaped his mouth like a fish abandoned on dry land.

The place where Chairman Ryu stopped was in front of a large door. He easily threw the door open and tossed Seorim into a corner. In the process, he hit his head hard against a pillar once again.

“Ah! Heuk…….”

It was now truly difficult to maintain consciousness. It felt as if his beaten-up body, in a primal attempt to survive, was trying to shut down his consciousness. He had sweated so much that his mouth was becoming parched.

In the sensation of the world blurring into a white haze, the sound of Chairman Ryu whispering something brushed past his ear. A habit, thoroughly. Know your place. A string of disconnected words swam dizzily through his brain.

His whole body convulsing precariously, Seorim finally collapsed to the side.

🦅

How much time had passed?

A foreign sensation, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand baked in the scorching sun, scraped his throat. His whole body felt like it was melting from the heat, yet at the same time, he was shivering with chills. Seorim opened his eyes, feeling both a burning heat and a bone-deep cold.

Small lights on the walls dimly lit the interior, allowing him to see. The first thing that caught his eye was a pool table. In addition, a faint smell of mold wafted from the air that lingered in his nose. It had felt like they were descending stairs for a long time; it seemed there was a separate basement.

The one who had thrown him here was nowhere to be seen. Seorim tried to get up but flopped forward. Looking closely, he saw that his wrists were tied behind his back.

“Shit……. That crazy old man.”

The inside of his buttocks was maddeningly itchy, and his nipples, rubbing against the floor, were taut and swollen. His jaw felt paralyzed, and his mouth wouldn’t close properly. Every touch on his skin was excessively stimulating.

It was like a heat cycle. Could it be that what he was fed just before was an aphrodisiac?

To turn a person into an animal and just leave him, he wondered if this was what ‘teaching him his place’ meant. Without realizing it, Seorim clenched his fists so hard his nails dug in, then let out a hot breath. His crazy body was now beginning to sublimate even pain into pleasure.

“Heu, euk.”

He couldn’t stand the urge to rub his nipples on something. Seorim, with his eyes glazed over in a daze, squirmed to try and untie the knot binding his hands. His mind, hazy as if in a fog, was instantly stained with a lewd color.

He had said he’d make him unable to survive without a man’s cock. He understood those words in an instant. He literally wanted anyone, it didn’t matter who, to touch his skin. The nape of his neck, his nipples, his genitals, between his buttocks, anywhere a vein pulsed.

His body was so hot it felt like it was on fire. Primal desires took precedence, and reason kept getting erased. Frustrated that things weren’t going his way, sorrowful tears burst out like a child’s. What was the point of doing this? Was the plan to abandon him and then come back to see him spread his legs and cling? But it felt like he would stop breathing before that. His head was boiling.

“Ha, ah, really, ahk…….”

A plea with no one to reach scattered plaintively in the air. His mouth wouldn’t close, and the saliva that trickled out soaked his chin and dripped down.

Clack—.

A presence was felt at the basement entrance the moment Seorim, his cheeks flushed red, had begun to rub his lower body against the floor himself. Thanks to his heightened senses, even the smallest sound was heard very clearly. Like Pavlov’s dog, his head turned reflexively.

A familiar face came into view. The unpleasant man. His gaze was as placid as it had been when he saw him during the day.

No, it seemed a little different. The color pooled in his eyes now held a slightly deeper interest. Yeonho, with his hands stuck in his pockets, slowly walked toward the corner.

Seorim froze and sucked in a breath. His heart momentarily dropped, then began to pound like crazy. While he had hoped no one would come, a part of him had wished for someone to just trample him, to break him completely and utterly.

Shame washed over him at that thought, and a violent rage first arose against himself. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop his gaze and instinctively followed Yeonho’s face.

As Yeonho approached, Seorim let out a heated moan. The concentration of his pheromones was incomparable to Chairman Ryu’s. His omega nature, recognizing the apex predator of the pyramid, let out an unrestrained, wicked joy from within his chest.

Crouching down right in front of him, Yeonho grabbed Seorim’s jaw. The way he turned it this way and that seemed like he was examining his face. He swept his thumb across his cheek a few times, then sat on a chair a little distance away. With a dazed expression, Seorim mentally rebuked himself for feeling a sense of loss at the withdrawn touch.

“Are you holding up okay?”

“…….”

“Your face is all messed up. And your pheromones are intense.”

Given the situation, that man’s teasing tone of voice was particularly hard to bear. If he wasn’t going to do anything, he wished he would just disappear. While Ryu Yeonho was irritating, his pheromones kept making his mouth water, driving him crazy.

Afraid his sordid inner thoughts might be exposed, Seorim furrowed his brow and snapped.

“What are you here for?”

“It was noisy outside, so I came to watch.”

“Then don’t just stand there, untie this.”

Unlike his own urgency, Yeonho’s face was overflowing with leisure. Looking at Seorim’s twitching shoulders, he curled the corner of his lips into a slanted smile.

“Is that usually the attitude of someone asking for a favor?”

That bastard’s attitude, he had been harping on it tenaciously from the beginning. Seorim forced strength into his loosening eyes and glared at Yeonho. However, parts of him like the bulge in his pants, his broad shoulders, and his firm arms violently stimulated his lust, causing him agony.

Noticing Seorim’s gaze, Yeonho asked in a voice tinged with amusement.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

How a person could be so infuriating, in so many ways. Seorim, while feeling humiliated, did not avert his gaze from Yeonho.

“Your face is bright red because you want to suck cock. What good does it do to glare like that, it only makes me hornier.”

“If you’re horny, then…….”

“Should I flip you over and fuck you right now?”

Ryu Yeonho already knew very well what Seorim wanted. He had probably realized it the moment he entered the basement. Tears that he couldn’t hold back gushed down his round cheeks.

“Don’t cry.”

Lightly placating Seorim, Yeonho patted his own thigh. As Seorim lifted his tear-streaked face, he continued in a tone that seemed to carry a hint of kindness.

“Crawl over here. You can do it, can’t you?”

He didn’t know how he knew he was here, but it was unlikely he had gotten Chairman Ryu’s permission. Was he capable of handling the aftermath after coming all the way to a place like this? That was why his leisurely attitude was so detestable.

Weren’t they both equally aroused? A retort rose to the tip of his tongue, but his desire, which had reached its limit, made him shut his mouth. Frustratingly, the one in need was not Ryu Yeonho, but himself, panting with his wrists tied up.

He had already been made into a fool, but with a dominant alpha emitting strong pheromones in front of him, it felt like everything but his sexual desire had vanished. Taking one rough breath after another, Seorim reluctantly dragged his knees forward. Since he couldn’t use his arms, his unstable upper body swayed. That idiot Chairman Ryu probably had no idea that all his effort was going to someone else.

It was just as he had reached the chair where Yeonho sat on his knees.

“Ugh.”

He, who had been observing with a persistently comfortable posture, suddenly kicked his thigh. The unexpected impact made his body tilt, and Seorim ended up burying his face in the man’s thick crotch.

“Suck it. Make me want to help you.”

Was this family possessed by a ghost that died because it couldn’t get a blowjob?

When Seorim whipped his head away, Yeonho caressed the back of his round head and unzipped his own pants. Soon, a penis of a size quite different from Chairman Ryu’s poked its head out, twitching.

There had never been a choice in the first place. Yeonho then used his fingers to pry open Seorim’s mouth and shoved his erect penis in. The unusual thickness made his jaw ache as if it would dislocate, and a wave of nausea rose from his blocked throat.

“Eup, hah, uwegh.”

“Relax your jaw a little.”

It felt like the head had entered his esophagus, but surprisingly, there was still enough of the shaft left to wrap a hand around. Seeing Seorim struggling so much just to take the penis that he couldn’t even breathe properly, Yeonho muttered.

“You’re terrible at sucking. Did you get by on your face alone?”

This was not a size one could just suck on. How was he supposed to move his tongue when he couldn’t even swallow it all? With his head held in place, he couldn’t even tilt his jaw to the angle he wanted.

Involuntary tears overflowed and his nose became stuffy, making it agonizing. Squeezing his eyes shut, Seorim subconsciously set his teeth and scraped the skin of the shaft. In response, Yeonho wiped away the gushing tears with his thumb and said.

“Even if someone like you uses your teeth, it’s just cute.”

“Eung, heu, u-eu.”

Kindly, Ryu Yeonho inserted his fingers again, forcibly creating space for the penis to enter. Infuriated, Seorim mumbled around the shaft, and Yeonho let out a short scoff.

“It’s not like you’re grinding your teeth. If you don’t want to be sucking this all night, don’t make such a fuss.”

“…….”

“I’m not that generous either.”

Cupping Seorim’s cheek, Yeonho thrust his penis forward. His mouth, smeared with pre-cum and saliva, stubbornly opened and swallowed the foreign object. Not wanting to do this all night, Seorim did his best to roll his lips in and hide his teeth.

“Eup, eung.”

“Haaah…….”

Perhaps feeling pleasure from the reflexive twitching of Seorim’s throat, Ryu Yeonho let out a low, guttural moan.

The caress was nothing more than rubbing the veins on the shaft with his lips, but Ryu Yeonho seemed quite satisfied. At the touch of his hand fondling his earlobe, Seorim let out a pained sound. His corrupted body, drawn by the pheromones, accepted even this as a stimulus and became aroused.

Even though he had his head buried in the crotch of a man he had barely exchanged a few words with, his heart, unlike his mind, held a primal expectation. That something so big would enter him soon. That it would fill his belly, and scratch every last bit of his itching insides.

His thighs moved on their own, squeezing his crotch. His briefs were already soaked and wet from his fully erect penis. As Seorim bucked his hips as if masturbating, Yeonho reached for his shirt.

“Heu, eup, u-eung!”

Yeonho’s fingers grasped the nipple that protruded through the fabric. Startled by the electrifying pleasure that shot through him, Seorim let out a moan. As if telling him to focus on the oral sex, the hand pressing on the back of his head did not stop fondling his nipple.

Every time he rolled the red-ripened tip with his thumb, Seorim swallowed the incoming pre-cum and whimpered. His mouth was so tightly blocked that he couldn’t even cry as he wished.

“You like it when I touch your nipples?”

In truth, he wanted him to pinch his nipples directly, not through the clothes. Subconsciously, Seorim pushed his chest against Yeonho’s fingers.

“You’re going crazy for it. You purposely brushed up against me before too, didn’t you.”

That’s not true. As he vehemently shook his head, Yeonho dug his nails in and scraped his nipple as if to punish him. Seorim sniffled and looked up at Yeonho, his eyes welling with tears.

Seeing that, Yeonho suddenly lifted the seated Seorim and placed him on his lap. Forced to stop the oral sex without knowing why, Seorim’s eyes went wide. The abrupt removal of the penis left a throbbing pain in his jaw.

Their faces became startlingly close. At a distance where their breaths could mingle, Yeonho whispered softly.

“Why are you still keeping your mouth open?”

“…….”

“You chewed on it so much, but your tongue doesn’t even smell of cum. It’s strange.”

In an instant, their lips met. The wound from being hit hadn’t healed, and a stinging pain spread. As if he didn’t have a weak stomach, Ryu Yeonho greedily licked over the clotted scab.

“Ah, that hurts.”

Regardless of whether Seorim pushed him away, he held the back of his head and crudely pushed his tongue in. It was a kiss devoid of any consideration, filled only with desire. As Seorim struggled, twisting his upper body, Yeonho said with their lips still pressed together.

“Stay still. I’m helping you right now.”

A hand slipped through the gap in his opened dress shirt. With his tongue, he licked the tender flesh inside his cheek, and with his thumb, he gently rubbed the blood-engorged nipple. The gentle stimulation paradoxically brought on even greater excitement.

Inside and out, his mouth was all torn up, so every place the tongue touched ached. Even when he cried and pulled his head back, Ryu Yeonho did not let go of their entangled flesh. As if the smell of blood wasn’t repulsive to him.

On the other hand, a sense of elation welled up in his chest from the clearly sexual contact. A sound that was half sob and half moan escaped his lips. The harder he pressed on his nipple, the more frequent the moans became.

“Euk, ah, heu-eut!”

Grabbing Seorim’s shoulders firmly, Yeonho pushed the shirt aside and buried his face in his chest altogether. His lips engulfed the pinkish areola, and sucked on the protruding nub.

A fearsome pleasure, incomparable to usual, washed over his hypersensitive body. He wanted to push him away, but with both wrists tied, there was nothing he could do. When his plump nipple was bitten by teeth, Seorim, delirious with heat, threw his head back.

“Ha, eu, no, no.”

“No?”

With a mocking laugh, Yeonho released the nipple he held in his mouth. A large hand slid down and undid the button of Seorim’s well-fastened pants.

By a forceful hand, his hairless penis was exposed from his underwear. It was flushed a light red, and drops of pre-cum beaded on the smooth head. Yeonho wrapped one hand around the penis, which was slender compared to his own.

“You’re dripping all over and you still say things like that. It’s to the point where I don’t know who bought the male prostitute.”

“Heu, ah, stop talking like that…….”

“It’s because you’re acting so pretty.”

Who was acting pretty. What a lunatic. Before Seorim could even think of a reply, Yeonho’s hand began to rub his penis. He stroked the wet shaft upwards and dug into the urethra with his thumbnail. A powerful stimulation washed over him from the very start, making his back arch sharply.

As he tried to exhale a heated breath, Yeonho pressed their lips together as if to swallow his moan. With his tongue captured, Seorim retched out cries thick with pleasure into his mouth. The saliva flowing in felt as sweet as sweet rice wine.

Tickling the roof of his mouth, Yeonho reached out and untied the cloth binding Seorim’s wrists. Then he pressed his own penis, standing erect and exuding a raw scent, against Seorim’s.

“I haven’t come yet, so you have to take responsibility until the end.”

He clasped their hands together over the one with dark blue bruises and pulled it toward his crotch. Finding himself instead masturbating another person and himself at the same time, Seorim unconsciously avoided his gaze. Seeing this, Yeonho placed a light kiss on his soft cheek and asked.

“What, did the old men you’ve been with until now not make you do this?”

There he goes with his words again. After throwing out the taunt, Yeonho used Seorim’s hand to stroke both of their penises. As his mind blurred white with pleasure, Seorim, in a fit of anger, wrapped an arm around Yeonho’s head and pulled it to his chest.

Unexpectedly having his face buried in a soft chest, Yeonho flinched, then burst out in a short laugh.

“Look at this one, putting on a show.”

The reddish nipple was sucked into his open mouth. While jerking their penises with Seorim’s hand, Yeonho persistently sucked on the nub like a baby suckling. A truly violent pleasure suddenly seized Seorim.

“Heu, ah, ahk……!”

Even though he had led him with his own hand, being stimulated in both erogenous zones at once was unbearable. He felt like he was being constantly tossed by small waves of orgasm.

When Yeonho bit the nipple he had been squeezing, Seorim’s pelvis shot up in an instant. And from the head held in their hands, white, thick fluid spurted out. He had barely been touched, yet it was the first time he had ejaculated so quickly.

Despite having reached climax, the desire heating his insides showed no sign of diminishing. Instead, like a lit fuse, it burned rapidly, paralyzing his reason. Seorim, looking dazed, convulsed all over, then on his own, crawled further up Yeonho’s thighs and clung to him.

“Quickly, heu, inside too, quicklyy.”

“You’re dying from the itch, aren’t you.”

His face flushed crimson, Seorim rubbed his forehead up and down on the broad shoulder in affirmation. In response, Yeonho pulled down the pants hanging on Seorim’s waist. His soft buttocks, dotted with red heat rashes, were completely exposed.

Yeonho inserted his middle finger into the hole, which was slick with love juice. He stirred the inner walls that reflexively clenched tightly around the foreign object and said.

“Looks like you didn’t just get by on your face after all.”

“Eut, ha, eu-eung.”

“Did you not give it to Father today? Or is an old man’s dick not enough, so you’re clenching this tight?”

His shoulders flinched every time the finger was pushed in to the knuckle and then pulled out. As if shedding tears of joy at the welcome invasion, the pooled love juice drenched the entrance. All his nerves were focused on the hole. With his cheeks flushed, Seorim let out a moan.

“Stop crying. You’re crying so much that the water’s overflowing and soaking my wrist.”

“Heu-eu, ah, it’s coming out, on its own, ah-eu.”

“Both up top and down below are swollen and mushy.”

Another finger joined the one moving in and out. Since it was about a knuckle longer than an average person’s, a sense of fullness washed over him, almost as if he were taking a penis. As Seorim clung tightly to his neck, not knowing what to do, Yeonho kissed the collarbone before him.

“You know what? It’s written all over your face. That if someone just fucked you with anything, you’d spread your hole and drip everywhere.”

Love juice slid ceaselessly down his elegant hand. The touch that prodded the wet hole gradually became violent. Unaware of his own state, Seorim lewdly stuck out his tongue. The inner walls, holding the middle and ring fingers, convulsed wildly, pulling his consciousness toward climax.

Seeing Seorim spewing semen messily from his head, Yeonho spread his inner walls with his fingers and scolded.

“Stop being rude and spurting your jizz all by yourself.”

“Ah, heu, my, fault, heu-eup.”

Rubbing the mucous membrane where the afterglow of orgasm still lingered, Yeonho pulled Seorim’s arms from around his neck. The place his fingers were led to was the crotch where a large penis was twitching. The thing, which already looked ridiculously large, felt like it had swollen even more than before.

“If you stop your hand, I’m pulling out. Rub it hard.”

I didn’t want the inside to be empty. Seorim, with Yeonho’s fingers still inside him, fumbled for his penis with a trembling hand. Squelch, the sound of love juice rubbing from the hole spread through the air again and again.

When Seorim stroked the surface of the head, Yeonho let out a low moan. The insertion seemed to slow, and then, he thrust his fingertips deep into the inner walls. Startled, Seorim gasped for breath.

“Heu, ahk!”

Following the hard thrust of his fingers pressed together, his nipple was also sucked into his mouth. With the sudden added stimulation, the hand gripping the shaft tightened. His face smeared with tears, Seorim desperately jerked Yeonho’s penis.

His nipples were erect to the point of pain, and his hole, as sensitive as it could be, kept convulsing. The intense pleasure was, paradoxically, agonizing. Though it would have no taste, Ryu Yeonho savored the nub persistently.

“Haah, pheromones…….”

He buried his nose in his skin and took a deep breath. Seorim painstakingly handled his penis, which he couldn’t even grasp with one hand. I too felt like I was going to lose my mind from the pheromones floating in the air. Every single cell in my body seemed to awaken, radiating heat as if on fire.

Perhaps his first climax was finally approaching, as Ryu Yeonho’s words grew fewer. Instead, the movements digging into his inner walls became rougher. He intermittently spat out curses near Seorim’s ear. He couldn’t hear clearly exactly what he said.

“Eu, ah, ah-eung! Now, heuk, again, it’s hard, for me.”

“Shhh, just a little more.”

Yeonho kneaded his buttocks with his large hand. Love juice splattered like fragments on his firm arm, forming small beads. The penis he was holding, the hole his fingers were digging into, everything felt like it was melting. Everything that touched his skin was excessively hot.

Feeling his mind go completely white, Seorim reached a climax for the umpteenth time. At the same time, Yeonho also spewed out a copious amount of semen. The gushing liquid clung stickily to Seorim’s fingers.

“Heu, heu-ah.”

A metallic sound came from his throat, hoarse from crying out. As Seorim leaned on his shoulder and went limp, Yeonho slowly pulled out his fingers. Even after one ejaculation, his penis was still threateningly erect.

Seorim clearly had no energy left. However, his body in heat was full of anticipation, wanting the ultimate pleasure. As Seorim, exhausted, gulped down his saliva, Yeonho smiled gently and said.

“Even in that state, you still seem to want it.”

“…….”

“It’s a precious cock, so I can’t, you’re too dirty.”

The hand that had been tormenting his hole all along gently patted his buttocks. As he caught his breath, Seorim naturally closed his eyes. Ryu Yeonho’s breath drew closer. A soft mass of flesh covered his lips, and something squishy pushed its way through the gap.

A precious cock.

The roof of his mouth, his cheek. The tongue moved, touching here and there. It didn’t forget to tickle his teeth. Like a person dying of thirst, Seorim drank the saliva Yeonho passed to him.

What a load of bullshit.

Ryu Yeonho pulled his body, messy with bodily fluids, into a tight embrace. Seorim opened his eyes dazedly, then lowered his eyelids again, entrusting his body to the darkness.

🦅

Clatter, tap—.

The sound of a knife scraping a plate cut across the table. Yeonho sliced a piece of rare meat and put it in his mouth. After chewing and swallowing a couple of times, the spreading juices viscously coated the spaces between his teeth.

At the wide breakfast table, there were only two people: Chairman Ryu and Ryu Yeonho. There was no such thing as affectionate conversation at the father and son’s meal. Only a bleak atmosphere drifted over the table where the routine act of cutting and swallowing meat was repeated.

Yeonho, after moistening his throat with red wine, looked at his father across from him. His normally sullen expression was even more truculently crumpled today. Thinking he might know the reason, the corners of his mouth bent into a loose curve.

“Did you not sleep well?”

Chairman Ryu’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing the question. His bloodshot eyes slowly rolled to face his son.

“I didn’t.”

Wiping his glistening mouth with a napkin, Chairman Ryu quietly added.

“The dog I’m raising won’t listen.”

The dog I’m raising.

He thought that, seeing how feisty he was, he was closer to a cat than a dog. The one with fur as white as snow and eyes that resembled a dark blue starry sky. Yeonho prodded the grilled asparagus a couple of times with his knife and replied.

“What a coincidence. I saw one too.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night because of some mutt’s whimpering.”

Tap, the asparagus, singed in places, was cleanly split in half. Piercing the green stalk with his fork, Yeonho continued languidly.

“I guess the leash grandpa put on wasn’t to his taste.”

“What taste does a damn mutt have?”

“Everything has likes and dislikes. Whether it’s a dog, or a person.”

The knife that had been listlessly carving the meat on the plate stopped. A dark blue vein bulged on Chairman Ryu’s hand, which was gripping the handle tightly.

Yeonho gazed at his father, who couldn’t hide his anger, with dry eyes. Really, normal people mellow with age, but that man was becoming more sensitive as he got older, which was a problem.

Chairman Ryu clenched and unclenched his hand a few times before opening his mouth.

“He’s pretty, so there were a few guys who coveted him, but he was lucky enough to catch my eye and is living in luxury.”

For someone so lucky, didn’t he look like he’d been beaten up quite a bit here and there? Yeonho recalled the reddened, swollen corners of his eyes and the skin that was shadowed with bruises in places. They weren’t just marks from being hit after coming here. There were also traces of old, long-standing punishment.

“He was pretty. His face, and,”

“…….”

“His body, too.”

Both men knew the meaning contained within the words. Chairman Ryu’s already crumpled expression instantly froze solid. With a thick vein popping on his wrinkled forehead, he glared at his son with bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t remember raising you like that. Where do you get off coveting what another man was eating. Just like your mother, so vulgar.”

As if he were born of such a grand lineage, his father often brought up his mother, who was a Beta from an ordinary family. To think such words would come from the mouth of the man who fell for that mother, ruined his life, and ultimately made her unhappy until she died. It wasn’t even funny.

Reaching out his arm, Yeonho set aside his own glass and picked up Chairman Ryu’s. As he downed the dark red liquid that half-filled the glass, he did not take his eyes off his father. The outline of the man glaring daggers at his son was reflected in his light brown eyes.

“Did you really eat it properly? The flesh is all still there.”

After emptying the wine in the glass in one go, Yeonho muttered nonchalantly.

“The knife……. I guess it’s all dull.”

Chairman Ryu looked back and forth between his son and his own empty glass. The liver spots on his cheeks twitched intermittently with anger. As if trying to regain his composure, he brought the water beside him to his lips and said.

“It seems there’s a mutt sitting here too. Utterly vulgar.”

He must have gotten it from someone. One way or another, he was born borrowing that man’s jizz. His father needed to take a look at himself. Though perhaps he had become too old for that.

Silence fell in the kitchen for a moment. In the meantime, Yeonho ate two pieces of the steak that had gone cold. It was damp and chewy, a texture that was suitably fitting for this occasion.

Not long after, it was Chairman Ryu who broke the silence. He asked in a tone laced with his twisted mood.

“When are you planning on going back up to Seoul?”

“I’m planning to take a leisurely rest.”

It was a question with the obvious intention of pressuring him, but he had no intention of giving the answer he wanted. It was also true that he had taken a vacation. Yeonho looked at his father’s ever-narrowing brow and continued placidly.

“I don’t think city life suits me that well. I’m even thinking of commuting from here for a while.”

“What utter bullshit…….”

“Someone who doesn’t even know how the company is running went and wasted money on a so-called new office building, and it’s not even far.”

From their meeting gazes, he felt a sense of something snapping for a moment. Unable to overcome his surging rage, Chairman Ryu picked up his wine glass. It was a split second before the finely crafted glass came flying toward Yeonho.

CRASH—.

The shattering sound of the glass breaking tore sharply at his ears. Yeonho glanced sideways at the fragments scattered on the floor and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. A faint fishy smell and a thin streak of blood came away on his skin.

The glass that hit the wall had literally been smashed to pieces. His father was panting with rough breaths like an angry bull.

“Don’t you get conceited and think you’re propping up Taehwa Construction.”

Chairman Ryu was an incompetent and ambitionless man. He had achieved nothing, and as if he had been waiting for it, he stepped back from the front lines to take only the honor, yet he had nothing to show for it. But at the same time, he had an inferiority complex about his own shortcomings. Chairman Ryu hated the fact that not only the company, but also the family, could not be maintained without Yeonho.

A beast who had nothing but appetite and sexual desire. Yeonho had no interest whatsoever whether he brought in men or women. It was enough for him to just stay quiet, resolving his inferiority complex in such ways.

But this was the first time that Yeonho had taken an interest in Chairman Ryu’s toy.

“You’re going to play golf later, you said.”

A fierce tension cut between them in the less-than-friendly tone. Looking down at the sparkling glass fragments scattered on the floor, Yeonho lifted his head and calmly watched Chairman Ryu.

“If you go out on the field with that face, all the madams will run away.”

In the sunlight pouring clearly through the window, the father and son looked at each other for a while. The food that filled the table had already grown cold and hard long ago.

🦅

With glistening bodily fluids clinging to his buttocks, hair, and fingers, Seorim opened his eyes in the basement. His battered body ached, and his overworked buttocks throbbed. He had no energy to lift a single fingertip, so he lay there for some time.

He had no way of knowing how many hours he had slept, or whether it was morning or night. It suddenly occurred to him that if day had broken, a servant who came to clean might see him in this state. Seorim bit his already torn lips and forced himself to get up. Perhaps his lust had cooled after last night’s events, as Chairman Ryu did not look for him.

Taking ridiculous steps, he hobbled to his room, and thankfully, he did not run into anyone. It was just a moment ago that he had finally made it into the bathroom and washed off the caked blood and filth.

And now, ten-odd minutes later, Seorim was sitting on the bed, facing a very unwelcome guest.

“Did you sleep well?”

A drop of water from the end of his wet hair slid down his spine. He heard the question, but instead of answering, Seorim rolled his eyes coldly and looked at his opponent.

“Seeing you glare like that, you must have slept soundly.”

Reaching out his hand, Yeonho forcibly grabbed his jaw and turned it this way and that as if to inspect it. His face was so full of bruises and scratches that just being touched was enough to make him scream, but Seorim forced himself to hold back his moan. He did not avoid the entangled gaze.

Finding something amusing, Ryu Yeonho held a faint smile on his lips before letting out a short burst of laughter.

“You got beat up really thoroughly.”

Hearing the absurd remark, Seorim tried to turn his head away irritably. Of course, since his jaw was held firmly, the only change was that his bangs became disheveled. The surging irritation was reflected directly, and his eyes grew even colder.

“You shouldn’t look at someone who helped you twice like that.”

Helped with what.

“I pulled you out when you were drowning, and I personally soothed you when you were in heat. I’m your savior.”

It seemed he had read his mind. Seorim stared silently at the shameless face before answering curtly.

“I never asked for help. And you didn’t help.”

“Why?”

“You had fun with me too. At a good time.”

He wished all his memories would just disappear if possible, but unfortunately, the afterimage of the dawn spent with Ryu Yeonho remained clearly in his mind. The last scene was uncertain, but how they had fumbled with and licked each other, and how he had begged him, was vivid. So much so that he wished it were a dream.

And yet, despite Seorim’s begging, Yeonho had only played with his hands in the end. Even though he had been curious enough to touch the master of the house’s thing. Seorim couldn’t figure this man out.

The terror of being beaten all over and the worst sensation of being forced into heat arose at the same time. His fingers instinctively began to tremble with the fear his body remembered. Seorim clenched his fists tightly to hide his convulsing fingertips.

Yeonho, who had been listening to Seorim’s words in silence, let out a low, dry laugh. With a smile that seemed to be of his own making, he retorted.

“Had fun?”

“…….”

“I didn’t even properly taste the hole, what fun.”

Because he said it was dirty and didn’t insert. The desire to sarcastically ask if stirring it with his fingers was a clean act then, welled up.

When Seorim turned his gaze away with a fed-up look, Yeonho loosened the grip on his jaw.

“Why did you try to kill yourself?”

“I never tried to kill myself.”

“If walking into the water on your own two feet isn’t trying to die, then what is?”

Hearing him say such out-of-the-blue things, it seemed he was misunderstanding him as a male prostitute who had attempted suicide.

“You’re asking now?”

“You looked like you were in pain, so I was going to ask later. Though I didn’t know you could go into heat even when you’re in pain.”

Seorim subconsciously stroked his empty neck and answered.

“I was looking for something I lost.”

“What great thing did you lose?”

“Isn’t that none of your business?”

The interest this man showed was utterly useless, completely unwelcome, and extremely impure. His displeasure was probably showing plainly on his face. However, his opponent seemed to not care one bit what reaction he was having.

“I also happened to pick something up.”

“Picked, up.”

The light brown eyes slowly scanned Seorim’s features.

“You’re the spitting image of your mother. I don’t see your father at all.”

The lost necklace was an item with a locket about two finger joints long at the end of the chain. And inside was the only family photo taken when he was young. Seorim felt his heart rate quicken in that moment.

“Did you see it?”

“Perhaps.”

“Why would you take someone else’s property without permission……!”

Throughout his conversation with Ryu Yeonho, he had tried to maintain a calm demeanor, but he had snapped without realizing it. Of all things, why did the necklace have to fall into the hands of this suspicious man? When he had been looking for it so desperately. Relief that it wasn’t lost forever and anger arose at the same time.

“Should I give it to you?”

If you pick up someone else’s property, it is common sense to return it to the owner. Ryu Yeonho seemed to lack even such basic ethical values.

“Yes.”

“I’ll see how you behave.”

Son of a bitch. He had expected he wouldn’t return it so easily, so it wasn’t a particularly surprising answer. At least it was a relief that it wasn’t completely lost. If he just knew where it was, there was a chance of finding it. Seorim glared at Yeonho with eyes full of disgust, then shut his mouth.

“Looking at you like this, you just look like a pretty kid, are you some kind of amazing ‘divine vessel’?”

“I wouldn’t know. I can’t exactly fuck myself.”

Yeonho, who had been watching Seorim as if observing an interesting creature the whole time, let out a deflated laugh.

“Moderately vulgar, and rude. You’ve got a sharp tongue.”

“…….”

“Get some good rest. Chairman Ryu went to play golf, so he won’t be back today.”

He doesn’t say he’ll return the necklace until the end. The only welcome news was that he wouldn’t have to spread his legs for at least two days.

Though Yeonho was standing in front of him, Seorim turned his body and burrowed into the bed. Then, as a sign that he wanted to end the conversation, he pulled the blanket up to his shoulder blades. It was a silent dismissal, but the uninvited guest showed no signs of leaving his spot.

Leaving the irritating presence behind him, Seorim buried his face in the pillow.

🦅

In the hour when everyone was sound asleep, Seorim opened his eyes, bathed in the moonlight breaking through the window. It would have been much better to sleep long into the morning, but he had to wake up at this hour.

Dawn, when all sorts of stray thoughts tore at his chest, was the most agonizing time of the day. No matter how much he tried to empty his mind, bad imaginations would follow one after another, like a swarm of insects sticking to sugar. And then, the wave of anxiety threatening to swallow his mind would open its maw.

A mind that is not whole affects the body as well. Before a headache set in, Seorim closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep. But no matter how many times he tossed and turned, the slumber that had already fled did not return.

“……Haa.”

In the end, Seorim pushed himself up on the sheets. As a fit of anxiety came over him, the lingering attachment to the necklace became even more desperate. After fumbling at his empty neck, he suddenly became irritated and dug his nails in, scratching his skin harshly.

How do I get that back. It was doubtful whether he was the type to be won over by coaxing and soothing.

His chest felt tight, and the hand scratching his neck grew stronger. It felt like his racing heart would burst if he didn’t get some cold air.

Having made up his mind, Seorim crawled out of bed and put on the beige cardigan hanging on the clothes rack. Soon, the wooden door opened with a short creak.

Thankfully, there was no sign of anyone in the dark corridor. Seorim descended the stairs, muffling the sound of his footsteps as much as possible. His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, opened his vision, albeit blurrily.

Clack.

When he opened the front door and went outside, he saw a light drizzle falling through the black dawn sky. It was a sparse rain, not enough to warrant an umbrella, but bothersome to get caught in.

Seorim chose to have his skin feel sticky in exchange for his mood improving, even if just a little.

After walking in the rain for a while, a dark blue lake unfolded before him. He crouched down on the path and scratched the ground meaninglessly. Gravel got stuck under his nails, creating a small cut.

At the stinging sensation, Seorim absentmindedly looked down at his fingertips. A disgusting mixture of dirt and blood drops was caked together on the plump skin.

‘Hey, I think he’s eating dirt.’

‘No, he’s not.’

‘What do you mean no, your family is poor because you don’t have a dad. That’s why you eat dirt to live!’

Suddenly, a memory from his childhood played in his mind like an old black-and-white film.

In his clueless elementary school days, Seorim was bullied. Even in a neighborhood where the poor lived, mischievous children would find the one with the most deficiencies and make fun of him. With a mother who was always away from home selling fish at the market and a father whose whereabouts were unknown, Seorim was always a loner, and the weak one.

When he played by himself digging in the dirt with no one to play with, his clothes would quickly get dirty. With a small frame, wearing a t-shirt with a stretched-out collar, he would roughly wipe his runny nose with the back of his hand. As he spent his time like that, his mother would return, carrying the late evening wind.

‘Oh my, did my baby have a good time playing?’

‘Mooom.’

‘You’re pretty even when you’re all grubby. Our Seorim must have had so much fun. Right?’

His mother smelled of flowers. The neighborhood kids gossiped that she smelled fishy from handling fish every day, but they didn’t know. Seorim knew. That his mother always sprayed a cheap fabric deodorizer on her shoulders until they were soaked before coming home.

‘My son must be hungry. Mom will make you something to eat right away.’

‘I’m hungry.’

‘Should we have some sausages that our Seorim likes?’

The smell of sausages cooking in the frying pan made his mouth water. His mother would give him all the Vienna sausages, each about two finger joints long. She herself would eat the leftover fish heads from her sales, boiled with a rough dash of red pepper powder.

While Seorim wolfed down the sausages, his mother would pick the flesh off the heads and place it on his spoon. Her own portion was rice in a whitish broth with red pepper powder floating in it.

After finishing their late dinner at the red table with chipped corners, mother and son would lay out the bedding and lie down together. His mother would stroke his forehead until he drifted off to sleep.

‘Seorim, sleep well.’

‘Eung.’

‘Should we go to the zoo this weekend? You said you wanted to see the lions and tigers, Seorim.’

‘I want to go.’

It was a promise made countless times, but never once kept. Nevertheless, Seorim would wander through his dreams, imagining going to the zoo. Even if he couldn’t actually go, it was enjoyable. As long as he was with his mother, it didn’t matter if it was under a worn-out blanket, in a narrow alleyway, anywhere.

Mom.

Twenty-two-year-old Seorim clenched his blood-stained hand. Now, without the photo in the necklace, his beloved mother’s face was very faint.

The raindrops hitting his cheek were cold. His water-soaked hair clung damply to his forehead. It felt as if the serenely flowing scenery was washing away his stray thoughts one by one, and Seorim stood blankly, observing the shimmering lake and the silently spreading raindrops.

He was afraid. Afraid that his mom would disappear. Also afraid that his past self would disappear. Afraid that the pages, painted with at least a faint light, would wear away and vanish.

It was a time he could never return to, a person he could never see. In that case, he had to forget, little by little. He had to turn his eyes away from his emotions as he had done until now, wait until he became numb, and act as if he had never been happy to endure the many days.

A life half-ruined, like a weed that had unluckily bloomed between the asphalt, he was just living because he was born. He had to tell himself that it was enough to just live as things came and then die, in order to be able to breathe.

Swoooosh—.

Suddenly, with a loud noise, the rain began to pour down. It was no longer a light drizzle he could stand in, but a heavy downpour that pelted his head. But he still didn’t want to go back to his room.

Seorim’s eyes, looking around, fell on a small wooden building. Seorim dragged his soaking wet body and trudged toward it.

When he opened the old door, it seemed to be a storage shed for oars, ropes, firewood, and the like. The smell of moldy wood wafted from the damp interior.

Seorim stood at the entrance, wringing out his wet clothes, and crouched down on a plastic tarp. In time with the sound of the rain, water droplets fell from his soaked hair.

He planned to wait until the rain let up a bit and then leave when he saw an opportunity. In truth, it didn’t matter when he went back, but it would be troublesome if he were misunderstood as having run away.

It was ironic that this place felt more comfortable than the soft, high-end mattress. Seorim buried his cheek between his folded knees and listened to the sound of the rain soaking the world. It felt like his mind was calming down a little.

But his time alone was not long.

Clatter—.

Suddenly, an unexpected sound pierced his ear. Following that, the sound of the rain pouring in echoed loudly. He had never even imagined that another person’s footsteps would reach a place like this, especially at this hour, so Seorim’s eyes widened.

Startled, he lifted his head and saw the figure of a tall man. It didn’t take long to recognize who it was.

……Shit.

“What are you doing, here.”

It was Ryu Yeonho. He wondered if they could run into each other this often unless he was intentionally following him. Although, in reality, there were frequent cases where that bastard had come to see him on purpose.

Seorim, at a loss for words, looked up at him with crooked eyes. He wanted to be the one asking. Who on earth comes into a lake shed in the middle of the night.

Unconcerned, he folded his umbrella and, upon seeing Seorim, offered a dry remark.

“You look like a drowned rat again.”

“…….”

“Do you like getting wet?”

He was at the point where he couldn’t even get angry at the provocative tone anymore. Seorim watched Yeonho close the shed door and step inside, then asked with a crumpled face.

“Why are you here?”

“A smoke.”

“Here of all places?”

“It has atmosphere.”

After the short exchange, Yeonho naturally took a cigarette from his pants pocket and sat down next to Seorim. Since he couldn’t kick him out, Seorim reluctantly lifted his bottom to make room. Soon, the sound of a lighter’s flint turning was heard, and a small ember bloomed from the end of the cigarette.

After taking a simple first drag, Yeonho asked.

“You have to answer my question too. What are you doing here.”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out to get some air.”

“You’re getting air in a very grand way.”

It was a comment that made him feel slightly ashamed of his soaking wet appearance. Seorim used his fingers to peel off the dress shirt that was sticking clammily to his skin. Yeonho stared fixedly at the area around Seorim’s collarbone and tapped the cigarette to flick off the ash.

“How did you lose the necklace?”

It didn’t seem like something the bastard holding it in his hand should be saying, but he was truly shameless.

“The chain broke.”

“So you jumped into the water to find it?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve really lost it, you too.”

The smoke that billowed up in a circle created a white haze and scattered. The remains of the completely burned-out butt suddenly fell. Yeonho stubbed out the cigarette on the floor, killing the ember, and continued.

“Is it that precious to you?”

As if he wasn’t just teasing him. Seorim rolled his lips in and looked up. Ryu Yeonho was looking down at the cigarette with a blank expression, not particularly playful or dismissive.

“I jumped into the water because it’s precious.”

“Well, I suppose so.”

A light agreement was followed by a voice that was as indifferent as could be.

“Then you should have taken better care of it.”

“Since you know it’s precious, how about you give it back.”

“It’s because I know that I want to not give it back even more.”

His gaze, which had been lingering on the end of the extinguished cigarette, turned to Seorim. The sound of raindrops hitting the shed roof hard grew louder. Amidst the gently rising damp air, their gazes became coolly entangled.

“I don’t know what you want, but I have nothing.”

“I can tell just by looking. That your body is all you have.”

The bastard who knows that. A cold chill filled Seorim’s eyes, turning them black. Yeonho’s face, receiving it, remained expressionless.

“What do I have to do for you to give it back?”

“Say it obediently.”

“Please give it back, please.”

The words he spat out quickly were obedient, but his tone was anything but. Yeonho, who let out a smirk, suddenly asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Isn’t that none of your business?”

“Then should I call you ‘Mother’ affectionately? You and Father roll around together every night.”

Ryu Yeonho seemed to be a man who knew well how to properly insult others.

“I don’t think you’ll have any reason to call me.”

“You never know. Living under the same roof, our clothes might brush, our fingertips might touch.”

“…….”

“No?”

Whether it was clothes or fingertips, they had already touched and then some, so it wasn’t an untrue statement. Absurdly.

“Is sex your goal?”

“Perhaps, we’ll see.”

“What else is there to do with me.”

“You’re terrible at sucking cock, but you’ve got a sharp tongue.”

He said he couldn’t put his precious cock in because it was dirty, but his attitude had changed in the meantime. The memory of putting that ridiculously large piece of flesh in his mouth came to mind, and Seorim furrowed his brow without realizing it.

“What’s your name?”

He knew because Yeonwoo had told him, but Seorim feigned ignorance and asked. Hearing the question, Yeonho let out a low, dry laugh.

“Why my name.”

“I feel like I’m losing out if I’m the only one who tells you.”

“You know how to calculate profit and loss, you’re smart, but you have to follow the order.”

The smell of burnt tobacco and the fishy smell of water mixed together and subtly wrapped around them. Over it, Ryu Yeonho’s low voice fell slowly.

“Introductions are made by the junior person first. Did your mother not teach you?”

How did I get caught up with such a fucking bastard, shit.

His lips moved on their own, tracing a rough curse. All the while, his opponent was blatantly watching him try to swallow his anger alone.

He bent his fingers and scratched the plastic tarp he was sitting on. The sensation of fine dust particles getting stuck in the flesh between his nails was vivid. Seorim took two deep breaths and opened his mouth.

“Baek Seorim.”

“Baek Seorim.”

Why on earth was he playing along with this man, soaking wet in the late dawn. Suddenly, this whole situation was irritating.

“You must have learned your manners well. You don’t seem to have a mother either.”

“That’s why I also found out a bit late.”

The sound of the plastic rustling as Yeonho got up cut through the air. Despite the thorny reaction, there was no significant change in his expression.

“Stop moping around and go inside.”

“…….”

“It’s Ryu Yeonho, my name.”

He already knew the name, so in fact, Seorim had gained nothing. He didn’t really know how to properly calculate profit or loss. Thinking in complex ways was agonizing. When he thought too much, he would only reach the conclusion that his situation was miserable.

Seorim was about to shout “Hey, the necklace……!” at Yeonho’s retreating back, but he shut his mouth. It was because an umbrella was left forlornly where the man had been sitting, along with the faint smell of cigarettes.

The trace of a man who suddenly appeared and said only infuriating things. Seorim wondered if he had ever talked this much in the past few years. Usually, he would quietly obey anyone, afraid of being hit, or afraid of being punished, but for some reason, it didn’t work well with him. He kept talking back to him, who picked at his insides at every turn.

It made him angry to see him play with someone else’s property as if mocking them. Even apart from that, judging from his strangely leisurely attitude, he felt that it was better not to get deeply involved with the man, and that it was better not to show any rebellious feelings toward him, and yet he did.

Staring blankly at the black umbrella, Seorim left it as it was and got up from his spot.

🦅

The day after the reluctant secret meeting at dawn, Seorim woke up with a small, dry cough. Perhaps because he had been caught in the rain, his throat was scratchy and his body felt very uncomfortable.

Since his role was to attend to Chairman Ryu at night, he had nothing particular to do during the day. Seorim rolled his lifeless eyes and stared blankly out the window before getting up from the bed.

It was a little better to wander around outside meaninglessly than to be cooped up in his room. At least the scenery in his field of vision changed, so the boredom was less. Though it was funny that he felt boredom even in this state.

Fortunately, Chairman Ryu did not particularly restrict his actions within the mansion grounds. Seorim let out a thin sigh, opened the bizarre closet where seven identical white dress shirts and black shorts were hanging, took out a new set of clothes, and put them on. Then he left the room.

The room he was staying in was on the second floor. When he went down the stairs to go outside, he would inevitably run into the servants. He knew very well what kind of eyes they looked at him with. Half curiosity, the other half disgust. Underneath that lay contempt, like when looking at a dirty rat scrambling in the gutter.

It was a familiar gaze. Seorim, with his eyes cast down, trudged down the red-carpeted stairs and opened the door.

Leaving the mansion, he headed to the garden. He had seen a small greenhouse in it, but had never gone inside. Now that he had become the Chairman’s plaything, wouldn’t it be okay to see something that was the exclusive property of the rich at least once?

Seorim, who had stuck his hands in his pockets and was about to walk toward the greenhouse, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

There was something next to the bushes in the corner of the garden. It was not clearly visible, hidden by the leaves, but he caught sight of something like a small shoe sticking out.

What is that.

Since he was bored anyway, Seorim approached the unknown object without any particular intention. As he got closer, the shape became clear. It was the small back of a young child, crouched in a round shape.

Was his name Yeonwoo. He seemed so engrossed in whatever he was doing that he didn’t seem to notice someone standing behind him.

Seorim fixed his gaze on the plump cheeks puffed up in concentration, then let his eyes fall below. And in that moment, he was startled and sucked in a breath.

“You…….”

Hidden under the small hand was the mangled corpse of a rat. The child was taking out the entrails from the furry belly and crushing them with a stone. The organs, with dark red blood clots attached, were torn and stretched out long, looking disgusting.

Hearing Seorim’s voice, Yeonwoo’s shoulders trembled. His head turned, and his eyes met the child’s. The eyes that met his were as innocent as could be.

“Oh, it’s hyung-ah.”

“What are you doing right now.”

“This hurts. It’s dirty.”

Yeonwoo, with an unconcerned expression, grabbed the rat’s tail and showed it to Seorim. From the dangling corpse, the half-sliced entrails suddenly fell.

“It hurts because it’s dirty. So I’m trying to make it clean.”

In this fucked-up household, even the kid was mentally ill. Seorim, unable to even think of smoothing out his contorted expression, looked at the limp corpse and replied.

“……Yes, that’s dirty.”

Was there no one to stop or discipline him for playing like this? He knew it was none of his business, but seeing the shocking scene firsthand made him feel disturbed. He didn’t know much about the mental world of children, but he was sure that tearing out a rat’s intestines was not a common behavior.

“Is this your first time playing with a rat?”

Yeonwoo shook his head from side to side. It meant he had often done this for fun. Seorim furrowed his brow slightly and asked again.

“Have you ever shown anyone?”

This time too, Yeonwoo silently shook his head.

“Don’t show anyone. This is a secret between you and me.”

“Why?”

“Just because I said so.”

A secret, a secret.

With a somehow excited expression, Yeonwoo repeated Seorim’s words and smiled. It seemed that children of that age attached a special meaning to secrets and liked them. With a complicated feeling, Seorim looked back and forth between the rat and Yeonwoo.

“Get up. Go wash your hands, and change your clothes. You can do that, right?”

“Yes!”

His voice was innocent, unlike his actions. As if to keep his promise, Yeonwoo brushed off his pants and ran briskly toward the mansion.

Watching his back with a frown, Seorim kicked out his foot and roughly dug up the ground, burying the dead rat. The desire to go to the greenhouse disappeared.

🦅

That night, Chairman Ryu returned. He knew from the fact that it was strangely noisy outside.

Seorim, who had looked out the window where darkness had fallen, turned his eyes to the clock. Chairman Ryu always came around ten-thirty.

It was now nine o’clock. Since it wasn’t a long trip, would he come here a little later, or would he relieve his travel fatigue and come tomorrow? Whenever it was, the leisure of his body that he had enjoyed alone was over.

There was no time for the swelling to go down. Seorim sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his arm, where the bruises had not yet faded. He thought he was used to rough treatment, but getting hit was still not something he could get used to. He hated being in pain. Though probably everyone did.

It was just as he was wondering if he should wash up in advance. Suddenly, from the direction of the door, loud footsteps, thump, thump, were heard.

With the creak of the hinges, the firmly closed door was thrown open. Seorim looked at the source of the sound with surprised eyes. At the end of his gaze stood Chairman Ryu, dressed in a black golf uniform.

“Husband, nim?”

Chairman Ryu, without a word, strode to the bedside where Seorim was sitting. And without warning, he grabbed his face and pressed his thick lips against his. At the sudden rush of unpleasantness, Seorim closed his eyes tightly without realizing it. The hot, rough breaths that Chairman Ryu spat out flowed in like a tide between their pressed lips.

After their lips met, a slimy tongue pushed its way through the gap. A wrinkled hand was already wrapped around the back of Seorim’s head.

“Eup, eung…….”

Why was he here already, was he that horny? He could have called any other male prostitute he wanted at his travel destination. In that moment, all sorts of stray thoughts flashed through his mind.

In the meantime, Chairman Ryu reached out his hand and arbitrarily undid Seorim’s dress shirt. A flustered Seorim lightly pushed his shoulder to stop him. Fortunately, it was not difficult to pull his lips away.

“I want to wash up first. I didn’t know you were coming, so I couldn’t, prepare.”

“What preparation.”

“I want to look good for my Husband.”

Wiping away the long string of saliva with his thumb, Chairman Ryu licked his lips. When Seorim got up from his seat, he made way without any particular reaction. At least he had some time to calm his slightly startled heart.

Before he could change his mind, Seorim quickly went into the bathroom attached to the room. He took off his clothes and turned on the shower, and soon, hot water, steaming white, poured down on his head. He tried to turn his head away so as not to see the glistening, dark bruises in the stream of water.

Chairman Ryu liked the smell of fruit. Thus, the bathroom was arranged with various items of his taste. After quickly washing his hair, Seorim was squeezing out body wash and lathering it up.

Screech, cold air suddenly rushed into the glass shower stall. Seorim, with a shower ball in his hand, cast a dazed gaze toward the open door.

“Husband, wait……!”

Chairman Ryu, approaching naked, suddenly hugged Seorim from behind. He buried his nose in the nape of his neck and dirtily fumbled at his exposed skin with his palm. When Seorim resisted lightly, the teasing gestures became even more vulgar.

Chairman Ryu, who had kneaded his body to his liking, forcibly grabbed his wrist and dragged Seorim out of the bathroom. Since his whole body was wet, the air that touched his skin felt twice as cool.

“It’s cold, wait, eugh.”

He shook his head wildly, but Chairman Ryu mercilessly threw Seorim onto the bed. Grabbing his slender wrists, he greedily aligned their bodies. Water drops falling from his body soaked into the white sheets, creating damp stains.

And these stains soon changed into messy clumps of bodily fluids, along with the screams that Seorim let out.

It did not take long for the affair to end. Perhaps the old Chairman Ryu had been in quite a hurry.

When he came to his senses, Seorim found himself lying with his head pillowed on a flabby arm. His unfocused gaze wandered somewhere on the ceiling. As he was catching his breath with a flushed face, Chairman Ryu, lying beside him, spoke to him with a satisfied air.

“There’s really nothing like this.”

Yes, Husband. I’m happy.

Seorim moved his lips, letting out a small reply like a crawling ant. Since he could not lie with his eyes, he hid his disgust-filled pupils by closing his eyelids.

Lowering his posture, Chairman Ryu buried his nose in the nape of Seorim’s neck and inhaled. The hand under the blanket instinctively curled, clawing at the sheets.

“There’s a boat I need to take soon……. Let’s have baby come along too.”

“A boat?”

“Yes, it’s a very high-class gathering.”

What does he mean, take a boat. At the unexpected remark, Seorim turned his head toward Chairman Ryu. He continued speaking in a drowsy tone, his eyes half-closed.

“There will be a lot for you to do at night if you go.”

A cruise trip with an omega male concubine in tow for the purpose of releasing sexual desire, the minds of the rich with money to burn. It was possible he had refrained from laying a hand on him today because of this plan.

Not long after the conversation stopped, Chairman Ryu fell asleep, snoring loudly. After stealthily removing his arm from behind his neck, Seorim curled up on the edge of the bed.

It’s cold. Even though the warmth of two people’s bodies was pooled in the bed, he felt a chill. He pulled the blanket over his head and hugged his knees, curling his body even more tightly. But the cold still did not go away.

A sigh that flowed from deep within his abdomen was tinged with destitute emotions like anxiety and loneliness. Seorim ignored the sound of his heart wailing and closed his eyes.