The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 5.2

Cunning….

Why was it that whenever he was with this man, he found himself speaking harsh words, so unlike himself? Yeonseo was also confused by this. It was as if he was becoming someone other than the person he knew himself to be.

Moreover, as if he had thrown away his once-long patience somewhere, he suddenly acted like an impatient creditor.

“Have you decided?”

“Th-that is….”

“100 million? Or shall we make it 200 million?”

As if urging him for an answer, he thrust his hips upward. Yeonseo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the overwhelming sensation of his back door clenching tightly around the thick shaft, which hurt so much.

“Uht, hghk!”

“Hmm? Go on, tell me. Whether you prefer just taking my cock, or if you’d rather have both of your holes filled.”

Tae Shinju lowered his voice to a whisper as he spoke the final words. Then, before Yeonseo’s permission was even given, he fixed the dildo to the mirror.

“Haha, this feels a bit like you’re masturbating with Park Yeonseo’s cock, doesn’t it?”

The sight of the silicone dildo attached to the mirror was decidedly grotesque. Whirr, whirr. When he switched it on, it even started moving on its own, which frightened Yeonseo even more. He scrambled backward, terrified it would touch his inner flesh. Of course, this time too, he was blocked by a firm wall of flesh, ending in a futile struggle.

“Ah, no… I don’t think, I can, haht!”

“Now, now, I won’t stick it right in, so try to get a little friendly with it. You might be seeing it often.”

Tae Shinju wrapped an arm around Yeonseo’s waist, holding him firmly, and then brought his pussy balls up to the fixed dildo cock. It had a rather thick head. Its clammy texture and even the protruding veins were so realistically replicated that someone with poor eyesight might mistake it for a real cock from a distance.

First, he turned off the self-thrusting function and turned on only the vibration. The entire dildo immediately trembled. He was inwardly surprised by how well it was made and the variety of its functions.

‘I used to wonder if a person could actually feel anything from something like this….’

Ziiiing, ziiiiing—.

“Hah! Ahh, uuh, hnghhh.”

‘Is it because it’s Park Yeonseo that he’s so sensitive?’

He did not know. In any case, as he supported the pliant body that was rubbing the back of its head against his shoulder, he felt a desperate urge to put this thing into that ravenous pussy.

He kissed the mindlessly moaning Yeonseo as he pleased. He planted pecks on his cheek, then gave his ear a little nip, and then suddenly lowered the dildo’s position as he spat out.

“300 million, I’ll give you?”

Puuuk.

“……!”

The silicone cock forced its body into the wide-open pussy hole.

Yeonseo’s eyes and mouth fell open on their own. In that gap, Tae Shinju added the thrusting function. It was, as expected, a product with a satisfying feel to its touch. With just a light press of a button, functions could be added or removed. Moreover, there were as many as four versions of the thrusting motion, the strongest of which pounded the pussy with wet smacks while the head rotated. This was a movement impossible for a real cock, which was why he had taken an interest in this dildo.

A strange dildo and a strange set of genitals. A perfect match, was it not?

“Haaah! Haa, ah! Hooob, euung!”

The reaction was swift. Afraid of being outdone by the dildo, Tae Shinju hurriedly sped up his own thrusts. He gripped the slender waist and drove into him mercilessly, as if to reach his colon.

“Haaang, huuuung, ah…!”

Yeonseo repeatedly let out shrill screams and whimpered faintly. Through their touching skin and inner flesh, he could feel just how intense the pleasure he was experiencing was, how goosebumps were rising, how his vision was flashing, and how his body was flinching and stiffening as his hips bucked.

It was not just because of the hole that was clenching so tightly. Just as physical intimacy breeds affection, it was also thanks to Tae Shinju having come to know the person named Park Yeonseo to some extent while ravishing him. He knew when he trembled, when he felt shame, when he cried, when he was troubled. These were things he could read from gestures like his darting eyes and fumbling lips when he could not speak, or the way he meekly rested his head.

And among all that, it was he who had single-handedly instilled his sexual habits. No, this was a body he had taught everything to, starting from how to breathe during a kiss. There was no one in the world who knew Park Yeonseo’s sexual responses better than he did.

That fact suddenly aroused Tae Shinju. His lower abdomen hardened before he knew it.

“Hut…!”

The head, which had arduously pushed its way through the narrow hole, swelled and then burst. Semen filled with warmth heated Yeonseo’s deep insides. Yet, Tae Shinju felt a rush of heat as if he were the one covered in semen.

First time. Because it’s the first time.

Had he not thought for sure that he never placed much meaning on someone’s first time? Not only did he not particularly get hung up on such things, but it was not the kind of life he had coveted to begin with.

But why Park Yeonseo?

Why only Park Yeonseo?

‘…It bothers me.’

The one who injected a pleasure bordering on violence, and the one who made him cry every time as a result, were one and the same person, yet Park Yeonseo acted as if Tae Shinju was his only place to hide, and that bothered Tae Shinju immensely.

“Uuuhng…!”

Before long, Yeonseo also spewed a thin fluid. Regardless, the machine did not stop, forcing a dry orgasm out of Yeonseo.

Following his cock, his cunt hole also burst as if in a flood, with fluid trickling out in streams.

Yeonseo’s entire body went limp, and he sagged against Tae Shinju. Whirr, whiiirr. Slap, slap. The dildo, thoroughly soaked in pussy juices, tirelessly churned inside the hole.

“Haak, haah….”

Yeonseo trembled in fits while held in Tae Shinju’s arms. For a moment, Tae Shinju savored the convulsions that reached all the way to his back hole before lifting Yeonseo to separate him from the fake cock. After pulling out his own cock as well, he changed positions and charged toward his front pussy.

“Aahk!”

“Hooo…. Your hole has completely melted.”

Having gushed out so much cunt juice, the hole was wet and perfectly melted to receive a man’s cock. Tae Shinju wrapped both arms tightly around Yeonseo’s waist and fucked him until his buttocks were thoroughly crushed. It was a deep insertion, enough for their pubic hair to touch.

Slap, slosh, slosh!

“Ah, hieuk…!”

“Hut, fuck. Park Yeonseo.”

Yeonseo fell forward. He placed his palms on the mirror and swayed as the man shook him. The ornaments hanging from his nipples clanged noisily. Moans poured out like tears.

Ahhh…….

He felt like he was truly broken. It was as if his entire body had broken down and become a machine that spewed bodily fluids.

But the pleasure that melted even his mind felt so good that his thoughts and everything else turned white, and Yeonseo, following his instincts, twisted his hips once again.

Thump-thump-thump, the man, just as before, pushed his way in to where his cervix was and tormented Yeonseo.

His whole body shivered. With that place being touched from the inside and his stomach being squeezed tightly, the urge to cum kept welling up.

“Huup, huh!”

How long had he been shaken?

At some point, Yeonseo realized. It would be more accurate to say he discovered it.

The man’s expression, visible beyond the mirror. The sly smile was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a furrowed brow… a man’s face, consumed by pleasure.

Do you like it?

It was a question he wanted to ask right back. Though the mirror was filled with the sight of himself in a sorry state, once he focused on Tae Shinju, his own reflection vanished, and only his face came into close-up view.

A throbbing vein on his temple. His slightly open eyes and bitten lip. A bead of sweat cutting through it all.

Like a patient afflicted with voyeurism, Yeonseo licked Tae Shinju with his eyes. That was truly what it was, a licking act.

The act of obsessively licking the man who was enthralled by his body, his hole.

…I want to lock him up.

The desire, realized in an instant, made Yeonseo unhesitatingly commit an act of debauchery that was beyond reason.

“……!”

The female genitalia the man was so obsessed with. He touched the small nub there himself.

“Haah!”

Just as he had done, he scratched it with his fingertips and rubbed it with the pads of his fingers. The clitoris, swollen larger than usual from the repeated stimulation, was easy to touch. It was slick and covered in a lot of sticky fluid, so every touch layered on a new sensation.

Yeonseo closed his eyes and surrendered his body to the pleasure Tae Shinju was giving him. Though it was his own hand rubbing his balls, he ultimately did not think of it as his hand. He considered this, too, to be Tae Shinju, and that he was dominating his body. Because if he were in his right mind, he would never do such a thing.

And Tae Shinju, who had noticed his inner thoughts, flipped Yeonseo over.

“Aat!”

His hands were rough as he flipped him. Without even the time to pull out his veiny, bulging cock, he flipped Yeonseo over and grabbed him by the backs of his knees. Furthermore, because he was much taller, Yeonseo’s ass was suddenly left hanging in mid-air.

He reflexively hugged him. Tae Shinju, as if he had been waiting for just that, began to pound his flesh in the air. Thump! Thump! Thump! The weight of two people made the union excessively deep. When Yeonseo eventually started to gag, Tae Shinju’s posture broke as he rushed to kiss him.

“Hup!”

The two of them soon fell to the floor. Ironically, neither of them paid it any mind.

Tae Shinju hooked Yeonseo’s legs over his shoulders and rode him like a man possessed. It was with a force that seemed determined to shove even his testicles inside. Yeonseo, too, like someone under a spell, pulled Tae Shinju’s neck down and entangled their tongues.

Tae Shinju let out a moan into Yeonseo’s lips. It was a rare thing for him to let out moans so freely like that. Instead of leisurely releasing his cock, which was swollen to its limit and flushed red, he ground into him as if being chased—thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack—which was also unlike him. Moreover, the fact that he kept their lips pressed together even while desperately bucking his hips was enough to make one suspect he was a different person.

“Kuk…!”

It was just as Yeonseo had lapped and licked at the tip of his tongue.

The cock, which had been on the verge of erupting, finally spewed its seed in gushes.

Tae Shinju hugged Yeonseo with all his might as he came. It was a long, hot ejaculation, enough to make his body tremble lightly. Yeonseo, who received his seed, was thus able to fully feel the temperature he bestowed.

“……”

“Hoo….”

The man first released the legs that were on his shoulders, then lifted the dazed Yeonseo and carefully separated their bodies. Along with the clumped semen, a particularly clear fluid trickled out. A strange light flickered in his dark eyes.

‘No wonder…. The feeling of coming was a bit strange.’

It seemed that, intoxicated by Yeonseo’s response and the taste of his insides, he had rushed and squirted a gush of what seemed to be a clump of pre-ejaculate rather than semen. As proof, the color of the liquid pooling on the floor after running down the small of Yeonseo’s back was transparent.

Finding it both absurd and amusing, Tae Shinju let out a dry laugh.

“Look at this, Mr. Yeonseo.”

He persistently urged the nearly fainting Yeonseo to see what had pooled on the floor.

“Mr. Yeonseo, you’re making a perfectly normal person squirt, you know?”

“……?”

What kind of nonsense is that?

Yeonseo’s confused thoughts were easy to read. Tae Shinju gathered the now very familiar body into his arms, pressed the head of his cock against his back hole, and pushed it in. Even in his exhausted state, Yeonseo shuddered.

“Uht…. Pl-please stop….”

“The sex is over for now. I’m just doing this because I like having it inside, so relax. I won’t put it all the way in. There, this much is okay, isn’t it?”

“Uuh….”

Though he caressed the small body in his arms and patted his back as if to soothe him, Yeonseo groaned from the new pressure. The man was so enormous, and because it was a place that had been breached for the first time today, the feeling of his body being stretched open was distinct.

Tae Shinju held Yeonseo in front of him and went straight to the bathroom. Washing the body he had held after having his fill of sex was steadily becoming a new habit of Tae Shinju’s.

Who would have known it would feel like this? That the process of washing and dressing him with his own hands would be so addictive. This addiction came from a sense that he possessed the person named ‘Park Yeonseo’ in a different way. While washing a person, he felt a sense of control over them, a realization that he held a human being in his grasp.

After filling the tub with hot water, he was still inside Yeonseo when they sat down in it. The feeling of their bodies pressed together was satisfying. He could better feel the hole that twitched with every breath and the faint sounds of breathing. The difference in their physiques, which made the body that sank into his embrace when held seem like a perfect fit, even produced a certain kind of pleasure.

In a word, should he say that there was a solid pleasure in holding him?

Click.

When he turned off the water, the bathroom became quiet as if nothing had happened. Tae Shinju gently stroked the head that was resting heavily on his shoulder. Yeonseo, held like a baby, was forcibly keeping his eyelids from fluttering shut, heavy with fatigue.

“Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

“Yeees….”

His overworked throat was already quite hoarse. It was clear that it would be even more terrible after a day passed.

‘To think that even his hoarse voice sounds sexy… I must be quite smitten with this body.’

Muttering inwardly, Tae Shinju brought up what he had been mulling over for a while.

“How about staying at my house for the time being?”

“…Pardon?”

Yeonseo asked back, his face now awake.

“Come to think of it, it takes effort to pick you up every day after work, and wouldn’t my house be better for you, Mr. Park Yeonseo, than enduring while constantly worrying about when Tae Hyunwoong might barge in?”

Tae Shinju answered, pressing gently on the slender waist in the water. Mmm…. The way his eyes relaxed in seeming languor, feigning otherwise, was a pleasant sight.

Then he thrust his hips up once, hard. Yeonseo gripped Tae Shinju’s shoulders tightly.

Tae Shinju took that hand and kissed his fingers.

“You don’t want to?”

“Hut, ah, aht! N-no… hhk, no, I don’t.”

“Then you’ll be staying at my house?”

“Haht! Yes, yees, hngh….”

Yeonseo nodded his head frantically. He felt that if he resisted, his body would truly break down. Forget Tae Hyunwoong; he himself was about to die.

Having his future decided while being chased was the same whether he was in front of Tae Shinju or Tae Hyunwoong. Perhaps it was a characteristic of the Tae family clan itself to push a person until they got what they wanted, with only the method of urging being different.

The man, having received a satisfactory answer, patted his bare back. It was permission to sleep. Yeonseo closed his eyes without hesitation. The act of falling asleep on another person’s body had become familiar at some point.

🕷️

And so began their semi-cohabitation. To be precise, it was a sudden move-in.

First of all, as far as Yeonseo could judge, Tae Shinju had drawn a line from the start by saying ‘for the time being’, and since he had not brought any of his own belongings, it was not cohabitation in the conventional sense. However, just as deeply involved lovers do, they would mix their most intimate flesh and face each other bare-faced morning and night, so searching for a term to describe such a situation, he had settled on ‘semi-cohabitation’.

Life in semi-cohabitation was more comfortable than he had thought. The fact that he did not interfere with whatever he did at home was one thing, and since anything that happened was generally what he had expected, there was nothing to be greatly surprised about anymore. This meant that he mostly spent his days doing nothing in particular but having sex with Tae Shinju.

Yeonseo’s daily routine could be roughly summarized as ‘eat, sleep, and have sex’. After seeing Tae Shinju off to work, he would sleep a little longer and wake up around nine in the morning. Then he would eat the meal prepared by the housekeeper, and when he returned late in the afternoon, his holes would be overworked until he was exhausted.

Beep-beep. Beep.

Nine in the morning. Waking up at the same time as always, Yeonseo turned off the alarm and took a light shower. Enough time had passed for a regular pattern to have already formed, yet whenever he stood alone under the hot water, he would get confused about whether this was a dream or reality.

To be able to sleep in late every morning, not to mention being able to shower with warm water whenever he wanted….

‘In the past, I wouldn’t have even dreamed of it. Because every drop of water used costs money.’

Money. Money. Money.

He would be reminded, in these basic moments, of just how much he had been hounded by money.

Yeonseo had few memories of living a day where there were no consequences for waking up late. The experience of using water without worry and eating meals without feeling self-conscious was also unfamiliar.

Tae Shinju would touch Yeonseo as he pleased, whether it was morning or evening. However, it was not as if he had a firm belief that his partner had to be conscious, so when he groped his body while Yeonseo was half-asleep, far from scolding him, he would instead offer praise.

—Mr. Park Yeonseo, you cling to me more honestly at dawn, you know?

He would say.

Having lived and shared flesh with him, albeit for a short time, he felt he could understand his way of speaking a little. Just as not all friendly words were normal, he could feel the subtle differences in his laughter or tone.

Though spoken in a teasing tone, everything he said at dawn was a compliment. A compliment that Park Yeonseo’s insides, his reactions, his temperature, his body were good.

Honestly, a large part of why he had gradually let his guard down here, leading to him sleeping in, was Tae Shinju’s sensual compliments. In the early days of their semi-cohabitation, no matter how tired he was, his body would wake up at its accustomed time. It was only after he became convinced that this place was safe that he began to sleep more. Like a person whose tension has been released.

‘Even so, I really don’t do anything.’

“I’d like to at least clean, but….”

The staff would freak out if he did, so he could not insist on it….

After Tae Shinju left for the office, the household staff would arrive one by one at set intervals. They were the people who practically looked after this enormous house.

They each came to work and worked diligently and quietly in their respective areas. There was never a case of the staff chatting among themselves. Wondering if it was because of him, he once spent a day deliberately avoiding them, and though he witnessed them passing each other in his blind spots several times, they only gave a light nod and he never saw them greet each other out loud.

In the end, he had concluded that ‘they must all be unable to speak’, but then when he said he would help with the cleaning, the staff freaked out and stopped him, which surprised him even more.

‘As if I’m taking away their jobs….’

The staff, who saw Yeonseo lingering around idly, rarely gave him so much as a glance. It felt less like they were ignoring him and more like they were carefully avoiding him. As if they themselves had become some kind of tool.

‘No, in a way, I’m a tool too, aren’t I? A tool that can speak and express emotions.’

If asked whether that was unpleasant, the answer was not at all. Rather, it felt like an appropriate expression. Perhaps the staff, like him, were trying to hold on to their positions for some reason. Thinking of it that way, it occurred to him that his offer, from their perspective, might have been an officiousness comparable to a blind punch.

Knock, knock.

“Just a moment.”

As he leisurely dried his hair and put on the clothes Tae Shinju had picked out, the cleaning time arrived right on cue. The knock was a habit of the staff member in charge of the master room. It was a little amusing to imagine him knocking twice like that before entering even when no one was there. The fact that the small habits of someone Tae Shinju himself likely did not know were embedded in this house.

How will my habits remain…. Will Mr. Tae Shinju know that they were my habits?

“Hello.”

Even knowing the reply would be a silent nod, Yeonseo greeted him properly every time. If he did not, he would have almost no reason to open his mouth until Tae Shinju returned.

Yeonseo ate the breakfast prepared by the person in charge of the kitchen, and while the bedroom where they had tumbled all night was being remade, he avoided them and began to explore the house. It was a way of killing time he had recently started, tired of just blankly sitting in a corner. He did not stay in the rooms for long, just enough to get an idea of where everything was.

For a few days, he had toured the entirety of Tae Shinju’s bedroom and a part of the first floor. He knew the bedroom was large, but with other rooms hidden layer upon layer within it, the master room itself was reminiscent of a luxury hotel.

“Shall I go to the other side today….”

The remaining areas were the hallway opposite the master room, the first-floor library, and the underground garage. He excluded the underground garage since he had glimpsed it before and it only contained cars, and he set aside the library since it only contained books. Strictly speaking, all that was left was the hallway on the opposite side.

In truth, despite having had the opportunity to look into the area opposite the master room first, excluding the bedroom, he could not easily bring himself to go there. Looking back, was it because everything had started on that opposite side? The study where he had first shown his body to Tae Shinju, the bathroom where he had been washed, and the room where they had sex were all on the opposite side.

Yeonseo walked with careful steps. The room doors were all slightly ajar, seemingly for ventilation after cleaning. The first floor had been the same, so it was easy to look around.

‘Five empty rooms…. Are they all guest rooms?’

It was unexpected. Given Tae Shinju’s personality, he had thought he would not put any guest rooms on the floor with the master room at all and would use it for his personal purposes. Though he had nothing to say if asked what he knew about him to make such an assertion.

‘He might unexpectedly enjoy inviting guests over.’

His personality was a bit mischievous and he had a perverted streak, but if you looked at the man ‘Tae Shinju’ himself, he seemed like the type who would attract people wherever he went. In his daily life that he did not know about, he might be a person who frequently hung out with friends and generously offered a room in his house.

“I see…. It really was mercy.”

He felt a new sense of wonder. The fact that they were this close, but that it was a connection that would never have been forged if he had not looked back at him.

Yeonseo was walking, peeking into the interiors through the cracks in the doors, when he paused.

“……”

It was the study. ‘That’ study.

His face flushed. It felt like a very long time ago, but seeing as how that day came back to him so vividly, it seemed he had been deliberately looking away.

‘After that day, with Mr. Tae Shinju, that kind of… thing….’

With what courage had he committed such an act? It was not even a time when he was as accustomed to sex as he was now.

‘But… I don’t regret it.’

He was sure that even if he went back to the past, he would grab the lifeline he had extended.

Yeonseo gathered his courage, just like that day, and entered the study. The interior, which came into view at a glance, had not changed much from his memory.

Except for one corner of the wall.

“Ah….”

—I-is this… what sex is?

—I enjoyed it, so if you say you enjoyed it too, Mr. Park Yeonseo, then it becomes sex.

The sofa placed there. The fabric sofa where he had been thoroughly fucked below in the name of an examination had been moved and was now placed against one wall.

Yeonseo unconsciously fiddled with his lower lip. The first kiss that had made his lips tingle and the second kiss that had been filled with an unfamiliar fishy smell came to mind one after another. The scent, the taste, which he had felt was fishy yet sweet. And… the hot body temperature and tears.

For a moment, his legs gave out and his body staggered. Yeonseo hastily tried to support himself but ended up falling onto the sofa. It was truly not his intention to sit there again.

“Ugh….”

The sofa, unlike that day, was bone dry. The fabric was spotless and soft, and if one did not say it on purpose, it seemed no one would know that a lewd act had taken place on this sofa.

Yeonseo sat there and thought of Tae Shinju. The man who was not in this place, but who dominated him all day long.

How long had he been like that?

A light knock was heard, along with the sense of a presence. It was a household employee holding Yeonseo’s phone.

“You left your phone behind.”

“What? Ah…. Thank you.”

He handed Yeonseo the phone and hurried out of the study. He seemed wary of overhearing the phone call.

Yeonseo checked the phone with bewildered eyes and then jumped in surprise. The call was connected.

Tae Shinju.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and it was indeed that name.

“He-hello?”

[What are you doing in my study?]

The sound of laughter. The low voice tickled his eardrum. Yeonseo furtively glanced around.

[Don’t be surprised, I’m really not there.]

“Ah….”

At the teasing tone, Yeonseo listlessly rubbed his cheek. This was another first, and flustered, he stammered out an excuse.

“I, um, everyone was cleaning… so I was trying to stay out of the way… and I came this far. I’m, I’m sorry. I’ll leave right away.”

[It’s fine, just sit there. It’s nice to see you sitting there again after so long, Mr. Yeonseo.]

Towards the end, his voice became lower and deeper. At this moment, both of them were surely recalling the same time, the same scene. Yeonseo was certain.

While he was embarrassed, there was also a thought that grew stronger the more he felt that way.

‘Right, that’s right. Waiting and then giving my body to this person is my job.’

The thought that this boredom would soon end.

He should not be bored just because he was the only one with nothing to do. It was merely a low-ranking day of rest. An undeserved rest, unbefitting of his situation.

Suddenly, his mind snapped to attention. Tae Shinju had not done anything wrong, nor had he pointed anything out, but Yeonseo realized it on his own.

‘I have to find a job after I pay off the debt, right….’

The problem of making a living was something that would never end in his lifetime.

‘I should find a job. It would be good if I could work part-time during the day and then increase to full-time later.’

In the place where the red-hot flush had faded, a pale worry remained. Yeonseo asked cautiously.

“Um… is it okay if I go out when I’m alone?”

[Do you have something to do?]

“Ah… I was thinking of looking for a job.”

[A job?]

It was a subtle tone. Yeonseo lowered his gaze as if Tae Shinju were in front of him. Had his ears deceived him? It sounded like it had the nuance of, aren’t you working right now?

“I-I’ll make sure it doesn’t interfere with the contract. It’s just that I think it’ll be too late if I look for a job after the contract ends… so I was thinking of looking for something I can do for just a few hours during the day.”

[Hmm…. I see. It’s true that our contract is limited to only the nighttime.]

“Pardon?”

Tae Shinju’s tone was as if he, too, had just realized it. Yeonseo tilted his head at the unintelligible reply.

[Then does this mean today is the last day for the Mr. Park Yeonseo who wears a chastity belt and nipple rings and answers my calls whenever I phone?]

“Ye-yes?”

[How much is it, that thing.]

I should have done this sooner instead of just buying him clothes. The words he muttered to himself were sharply driven into Yeonseo’s ears.

He did not know how to express the jumble of feelings—embarrassment, bewilderment, and awkwardness. Yeonseo, without realizing it, even waved his hands as he refused.

“Ah, n-no, that’s not it, I’m trying to find a job I can do later on, when I’m living on my own. Later… later on. After the contract is over.”

I intend to faithfully fulfill my contract with you. He said it several times to emphasize his meaning, but Tae Shinju’s voice only continued to drop lower. There was no way for Yeonseo to know why his mood was plummeting.

[So it sounds to me like you’re saying I won’t be there?]

“…Are you going to… see me even after the contract ends?”

Now it was Yeonseo’s turn to be curious. It was a reasonable question. Since Tae Shinju always spoke of ‘for the time being’, ‘during the contract period’, and had never mentioned a future beyond that.

Tae Shinju was silent for a while. Yeonseo, barely managing to calm his racing heart, spoke slowly.

“Um, so… by the time the contract ends, you might get tired of my body, and also… you’ll probably start a family later on, so you won’t be able to keep worrying about me… so I thought it might be better to look into it little by little when I have time. If it bothers you that I go out during the contract period, I’ll do it later. I’m, I’m sorry….”

It ended with an apology. Apologizing deeply, Yeonseo regretted it. I should have just not said anything. I should have just done as he told me without saying a word. Why am I being so pitiful even at this moment, fearing his whims?

“……Mr. Tae Shinju?”

Had he hung up? He took the screen away from his ear and checked, but the call was not yet disconnected.

Hooo, the sound of a sigh was unusually heavy. He툭 spat out.

[Mr. Park Yeonseo, you really… live so diligently.]

And click, the call was cut off.

“……?”

That evening, there was no news from Tae Shinju until late at night. Since he usually came in before dinner, Yeonseo became very anxious when it passed eight o’clock. By that time, they would have already had dinner and be relaxing.

Just because their relationship was one of body-for-money, they did not spend all their time having sex. After eating dinner, they would sometimes brew some tea and chat amiably, and sometimes he would watch from the side as Tae Shinju handled his leftover work.

He was an extremely busy person. Even after leaving work, one of his mobile phones would ring regardless of the time. However, there was a separate phone he always answered, and when he was sharing his body with Yeonseo, he would only take that one out. It was the phone with the contact number he had given to Yeonseo.

As time passed, he became conscious of the sound of the second hand ticking, and for some reason, he could not sit still in his seat.

Without realizing it, Yeonseo shot up and paced around the spacious living room. He clutched his own phone tightly, waiting to see if he would get another call.

—Mr. Park Yeonseo, you really… live so diligently.

What did that mean? Why did he say it like that? With a sigh, as if dejected.

‘…Dejected?’

Why would he be?

The thought that popped into his mind without thinking made even his steps halt. Why would he be dejected? No, why did I think he was dejected?

The inner thoughts of another person were a labyrinth. Even Yeonseo, who had spent his entire life observing others’ moods, had never been able to gauge what was in someone’s heart. It would be more accurate to say he had never had the luxury to do so.

What was clear was that he wanted to know Tae Shinju’s, that person’s, heart.

He wanted to find out the reason for his words and, ultimately, what he wanted from him.

It was a wish that bordered on yearning. Yeonseo felt awkward about himself wanting to do something directed at a specific person. Because it was awkward, it felt all the more real.

The fact that he was more curious about Tae Shinju than he thought.

The stories he told, the expressions he made and the emotions he exuded at those times, down to the trivial inner thoughts and way of speaking.

‘Ah.’

As a result of that conclusion, Yeonseo became aware.

‘The reason I’m anxious is… because I’m afraid that this kind of time will disappear…?’

Strictly speaking, it was a time that was of no use in paying off his debt. Just small talk. Just watching. It was a meaningless time, if you considered it meaningless. But he was excessively afraid that he, being angry at him, would get rid of this time.

He opened his phone and scrolled back through the conversations they had shared.

「Tae Shinju : The traffic is bad, so I’ll be about 20 minutes late. Have your meal first. 7:10 PM」

「It’s fien 7:11 PM」

「No, it’s fine. I’ll wait. Take your tiem. 7:12 PM」

「Take your time! 7:12 PM」

「Tae Shinju : lol How slowly should I go? In an hour? In two hours? 7:12 PM」

「Not that late… 7:13 PM」

「Um… the lady made a lot of really delicious food… it’s best when it’s warm… you’re on your way, right? 7:25 PM」

「Mr. Tae Shinju? 7:25 PM」

This was last night.

「Tae Shinju : Did you have lunch? 12:58 PM」

「Yes. How about you, Mr. Tae Shinju? 12:58 PM」

「Tae Shinju : I ate too. Gamjatang. 12:59 PM」

「Tae Shinju : (Photo) 12:59 PM」

「Tae Shinju : With Director Jeong. 12:59 PM」

「Oh, you ate with Director Jeong. I wonder if his child is feeling better? I ate rice with the side dishes the lady made for me. 1:01 PM」

「(Photo) 1:01 PM」

「Tae Shinju : Why are you curious about Director Jeong’s daughter, Mr. Park Yeonseo? 1:01 PM」

Lunch on the same day.

And above that, a continuous stream of similar, trivial conversations. Mostly about what he ate for lunch, or telling him if he would be late for dinner.

He thought it would end quickly since they did not exchange long messages at once, but the accumulated conversation was quite substantial. Yeonseo scrolled up through the conversation history and finally reached the very first page.

「Tae Shinju : How about this? 2:41 PM」

「Tae Shinju : (Photo) 2:41 PM」

The photo was of a dark beige blackout curtain. The blackout curtain, which looked like a set with an ivory-colored sheer inner curtain, was the same as the one currently installed in Tae Shinju’s room.

‘Because you didn’t seem to be sleeping well.’

A gentle night when he had said that, telling him it was okay to sleep comfortably.

Yes… that’s right.

“……”

The conversation had been cut off after last evening. Yeonseo chewed on the scratchy feeling, adding certainty to his conviction that he had made a mistake.

Whatever the reason, he wanted to soothe his mood. Yeonseo thought about contacting him first and was fiddling with the keypad when he discovered another fact.

All the messages had been initiated by Tae Shinju. There had not been a single instance where he had started the conversation first, even by mistake.

So as not to bother a busy person unnecessarily. That was the main reason, but if he looked back and asked, ‘Is that really it?’, it seemed he had been afraid he would look at him pathetically for talking nonsense.

Since they say if you keep your mouth shut, you’re halfway there….

‘How… pathetic, Park Yeonseo. Since when did you try so hard to be liked by others?’

No, has there ever been a relationship where he grew attached to someone and it lasted for a long time?

His mother abandoned him in his childhood, of which he had only faint memories, and the only person who had shown him kindness, he did not even know if they were dead or alive now. The world had always been harsh to him. People, love, wealth, and reunions were all things that belonged to others, not to him.

Yeonseo left a message.

「Will you be later? 8:44 PM」

Only after pressing the ‘send’ button did he realize he had been holding his breath. But his courage was in vain, as the man did not check Yeonseo’s message. Yeonseo began to pace around the living room again. He was anxious. It felt like twenty minutes had passed, but when he actually checked, only two or three minutes had gone by.

「Um… I’m sorry if I upset you. I won’t do anything. 8:57 PM」

Ten minutes or so was his limit. This time, he stood still and stared intently at the message window. As expected, there was no news from him. It was as if the him who had checked messages as soon as they were sent was a lie.

After waiting for three more minutes, as soon as it turned nine o’clock, Yeonseo pressed the send button once more.

「I miss you 9:00 PM」

And just like that, he used up all the courage he had squeezed out. He was able to write the last phrase with relative composure.

「Even after the contract is over. 9:01 PM」

The unread indicator next to the piled-up messages disappeared all at once. Tae Shinju had seen the messages.

Coincidentally, at that moment, Yeonseo confirmed his own heart. Ah, I….

I want to be by Mr. Tae Shinju’s side.

The realization was accompanied by a heavy resonance. Because it was the first time he had recognized his feelings for someone who had shown him goodwill, aside from that person he had met in his distant childhood, who was now lost to him.

But separate from that, he did not think that Tae Shinju had to be by his side. In the first place, it did not seem like he would want such a thing, and while for now he was satisfied with taking his body and wanted him to always be here, he was bound to get tired of this body that could only offer a similar kind of sex every time.

If he had continued his connection with him in a slightly healthier relationship, as something like a lover, then such a reason for a breakup would be worthy of condemnation. However, for a relationship that started with sex from the beginning, it was only natural for it to end because of sex.

Honestly, it was impossible to even imagine a man of Tae Shinju’s wealth calculating every penny he spent on him and trembling because he thought it was a waste. The Tae Shinju he had observed up close for the past while was a person who would rather give Yeonseo his entire wallet and forget about it. To him, money was nothing more than a piece of paper, to the point where it felt somewhat worthless.

It was rather Yeonseo’s inner self that whispered he would get bored because he only gave to ‘Park Yeonseo’ and received nothing. Because he hated a life where the only thing he could boast of was his poverty. Because of the desire to have something he, too, could give to the person who had been good to him.

‘At most, will it be about three months… or maybe half a year?’

If he was lucky, it might even last beyond the year.

Whether it was three months, half a year, one year, or two years, it was a relationship with a clear end. Knowing that fact better than anyone, Yeonseo just felt a sense of relief.

It’s a relief… that I got to know a person like Tae Shinju. That I’m not that old.

For the time being, Yeonseo intended to follow whatever Tae Shinju wanted. If he told him to fall, he would fall. If he told him to lie down, he would lie down. Still, since he was only twenty-one, it would probably not be that difficult to find a job. The process of adapting to a new job as well.

He had barely graduated from middle school. A level of education where he had barely completed compulsory education. Nevertheless, Yeonseo had never been rejected for a job because of his education. Immediately after graduating from middle school, he had worked at his father’s factory, and a few years later, there were bosses who recognized that time as experience and would occasionally call on him for work. Among them, some would cut his wages, but they never delayed payment, so Yeonseo had survived until now.

In short, realizing that he wanted to stay by his side did not change anything. It was just that Yeonseo’s world had widened a little, and he could breathe a little more easily.

If he had this memory. If he thought that there were people like Tae Shinju in the world, though extremely rare… it seemed that the life that would continue to be overshadowed would not be excessively frightening.

Whirrr—.

At that moment, a noise he had been waiting for for a long time rang in his ears. It was the sound of the indoor elevator operating. Yeonseo gripped his phone tightly and just wished for the door to open quickly. The notification window he glanced at belatedly had no messages.

“……”

“……”

Tae Shinju had arrived. Yeonseo, without realizing it, flinched and took a step back. The atmosphere emanating from him was strange.

It was hard to describe in words, but… an atmosphere that seemed to have an edge to it?

‘Is he… that angry?’

“Were you waiting.”

“What? Yes….”

Since it was the truth, Yeonseo answered, tucking in his chin. Tae Shinju asked again.

“For what?”

“Pardon?”

“I’m asking what you were waiting for.”

It was difficult to grasp the point of the question. Was there something else to wait for besides Tae Shinju? Yeonseo cautiously opened his mouth.

“I was waiting… for you, Mr. Tae Shinju.”

“Not for some bastard who will stuff your pussy with banknotes and fuck you?”

A smiling mouth with words that were not amusing. He experienced such combinations almost daily, but today was on a different level.

Yeonseo’s heart sank. I was going to look for a job during the day. He had not known that those words would make him so angry. If he had known it was something he should not have said, he would not have said it.

Until now, Tae Shinju had been a very frightening person to Yeonseo. The first meeting where his breath had caught in his throat and he could not even breathe properly was still vivid. However, after having an important realization, the angry him felt more pitiful than frightening. This situation that he himself had brought about.

I miss you. Even after the contract is over.

As expected, his heart was merely that of a common prostitute. He had done well not to delve further into whether this feeling was sexual or not. He did not attempt it because he felt that judging it would be an overreach of his authority. What was so important about defining it to himself as liking him, as loving him? Whatever the result, it was an emotion that would only be a burden to both him and himself.

“Um, Mr. Tae Shinju….”

“I was late bringing this.”

Cutting Yeonseo off, Tae Shinju held out a document envelope. Yeonseo hesitated for a moment before accepting the envelope.

“Open it. You must have waited a long time.”

His voice was icy. Looking back, it seemed like this was the first time he had heard his angry voice.

He seemed determined not to back down until he opened it and checked. Yeonseo had no choice but to take out the contents. It was a thin stack of papers.

「Geumung Loan」

The moment he confirmed the mark printed on the surface, he reflexively sucked in a startled breath. He would have been surprised even if the phrase had not been written. Because this document was unmistakable.

The contract he had signed alongside his father in front of Tae Hyunwoong.

Which had established ‘Park Yeonseo’ as a joint guarantor.

—Haha! A fine decision, President Park. Phew, how reassuring must it be to have such a pretty, filial son? The kid who was just a little thing has grown up and is signing so capably, my my…. This touching scene of filial piety is about to bring me to tears.

He had been afraid. Of Tae Hyunwoong, who laughed amiably and spoke in a loud voice. Of his father, who did not raise his bowed head even as he repeatedly kneaded his shoulders.

Among all that, he was most afraid of himself, who inwardly distrusted his father.

My father won’t be able to pay back this debt. He had to believe in his father, but it was a struggle to suppress the inner desire to run away.

Mocking his efforts to look away, that premonition became reality. Yeonseo’s complexion turned deathly pale.

“The back page. Finish checking it.”

Following Tae Shinju’s command, Yeonseo mechanically brought the separately attached paper from the back to the front.

「Addendum to the Loan Agreement」

“Addendum…?”

“A special clause has been applied. So that the debt can be deducted under the conditions you and I have agreed upon, Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

“Ah….”

It seemed to be the revised contract he had mentioned. His dazed and blurry focus returned. And the moment he confirmed the amount, his pupils dilated as wide as they could go.

“Th-this is….”

“It’s already been reduced a lot, hasn’t it? If you were thinking this far ahead when you mentioned a job, Mr. Park Yeonseo, then I have nothing to say but that you are truly well-prepared.”

2.5 billion.

The amount written on the addendum to the contract was 2.5 billion. Not 4.3 billion.

The first digit had changed a whopping two times. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and there was no mistake. Yeonseo’s hands trembled faintly. It was difficult to control the trembling.

‘Then with just a few more times of sex….’

Shimmering, the end of the shackles that had seemed just out of reach now felt closer, and it would be a natural outcome to gauge his liberation. Even looking at this contract alone, Tae Shinju was not misfortune.

He was hope found in the midst of unhappiness.

“Do you like it? Are you happy that the end seems to be in sight?”

Tae Shinju sneered. Yeonseo tried his best to calm his fluttering heart. His mood seemed extremely unpleasant. Even Yeonseo had enough sense to know that he should not answer truthfully.

“But why am I in a bad mood.”

He said, frowning. He roughly pulled Yeonseo’s wrist. In a flash, the contract fell to the floor.

Up close, his eyes were uncannily black. But strangely, Yeonseo detected a blazing fire in those eyes.

Was it because their touching skin was so hot?

“Did you say you wanted to see me even after the contract ends? Why the sudden change of heart? Did you think you should finally appease me because your moneybags seemed pissed off?”

“N-no, that’s not it… Aht!”

The force that suddenly gripped his buttocks was fierce. Yeonseo groaned in pain and fell into Tae Shinju’s arms. The phone he had been holding fell helplessly.

It was a familiar embrace, a familiar scent, warmth, and touch. But why….

“It was strange even to myself, how I was uncomfortable all day because of your words, Mr. Park Yeonseo. I have a mountain of work piled up, but I thought about it. The money that you, Mr. Park Yeonseo, like more than anything. I said, I thought about it while throwing away that money.”

“Uht, ah….”

Why does it feel so unfamiliar?

“The result was quite devastating. Funnily enough, I felt like I had lost to money, you know? To this damn money.”

“Aht!”

Tae Shinju released his hand as if pushing Yeonseo to the floor. With the force not controlled in the slightest, Yeonseo fell just like that. He ignored his throbbing buttocks and tried to get up quickly, but Tae Shinju was faster.

“In any case, what’s important to you, Mr. Park Yeonseo, is to earn money and pay off the debt as soon as possible, the place doesn’t matter, right?”

Pause. Yeonseo even stopped breathing and looked up at Tae Shinju. He ordered, while unzipping his pants.

“Take it off.”

🕷️

“Heut, ugh, ak…!”

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

A particularly stiff sound lasts for a long time. It is proof that his insides, which should have been sufficiently wet by now, are still tense. The inner walls, which have half-swallowed the thick cock, are so dry that the friction stings.

Tae Shinju mercilessly slapped Yeonseo’s buttock.

“Aahk!”

“What do you think you’re doing. You think you can earn money with your hole like this? You’re earning 100 million in one night— no, in a few hours, do you think you’re doing your job well right now.”

At the harsh interrogation, Yeonseo once again straightened his collapsed waist. It was a position where he was on all fours, offering only his buttocks. From the handprints left by the disappointed employer on his worthless sex, both of Yeonseo’s buttocks had long since become swollen.

Ptooey. As soon as Yeonseo adjusted his position, Tae Shinju spat on his own cock, which was only barely hooked inside. This, too, was an act that had been repeated several times. If one were to quibble, the act of digging into his hole was dirtier than spitting, but for some strange reason, Yeonseo felt that Tae Shinju’s action hurt a little more.

Slith, slith. The cock, coated in saliva, filled the vaginal walls more smoothly than before. As he repeatedly churned inside, his insides gradually became moist, as if recognizing a familiar object.

Yeonseo was not exactly pleased by that fact. If this was a punishment, he wished his body would understand it as such and not feel any pleasure.

Tae Shinju clicked his tongue, tsk tsk.

“So stubborn. Where did the person who used to grind his pussy on people’s faces go? Did you swallow cunt juice instead of food? Is that why all that water dried up?”

Jeuut, pwak! Cheup, jjeut, jjeok….

“Euut… haak!”

“Mmm….”

For a man, he sure likes it when his cock is touched. Muttering, Tae Shinju stretched both arms forward and pinched and twisted the nipples with their indented tips. Hngh, a layer of heat colored Yeonseo’s guttural moan.

“Yes, Mr. Park Yeonseo who sells his cunt pussy, how far can you go for money.”

“Huk, ah, euung, huh…!”

“Since you’re selling your cunt to earn money anyway, have you really never once thought of continuing to sell it through me? Where else is there a place where you can earn more, and more easily.”

“Ha, hooh, huk.”

“Take this opportunity to wring as much as you can out of me. If you do it well, you’ll be able to scrape together enough to never have to work for the rest of your life. You have a talent for it.”

“—Haang!”

The stiff inner walls, once the floodgates opened, became drenched as if they had never been dry. The cock, which had been lingering near the entrance, took that opportunity and crushed his cervix in one go. Gush, fresh love juice newly wet the inner walls, and at the same time, the end of the lewd cry the prostitute let out curled into a round shape.

Yeonseo shuddered at the sensation of his entire body being trampled on. He would choke back his moans, but whenever that spot was touched, he did not know what to do. His body melted on its own, and his lips parted.

Saliva drips from between his parted lips. That horrible appearance was that of a prostitute, which he himself could not deny.

“Hoo, fuck.”

Tae Shinju roughly pulled at the knot of his tie. While Yeonseo was completely naked, he had been dressed the entire time with only his pants zipper down.

Even in that state, the enormous cock pierced Yeonseo’s womb. As if to say that until now, they had had relations under infinite mercy.

“……!”

Yeonseo’s breath hitched, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around his stomach. The thin skin of his belly heaved in tandem with the in-and-out movement of the cock. The man who had interrogated him, asking how far he would go for money, seemed like he would tear open his belly with his cock and then stitch it up with money.

“Aah….”

It hurts. He, who sells his body to a man, hurts, and the man who buys his body hurts.

Strangely wounding words. Why do they wound? The man who frightens and presses down on him, yet he does not think that he is a son of a bitch. Why do I feel hurt? Yeonseo was only curious about that.

My heart hurts.

“It hu, rts….”

His unorganized inner thoughts unexpectedly burst through his lips.

Only after facing the inner thoughts that had flowed out like a sob did Yeonseo finally admit it. That perhaps, he might have lost it again.

A certain warmth that had rarely found its way into his gutter-like life….

🕷️

Drip, drip….

“……”

A cold night. Yeonseo was sitting limply on the toilet. Drip, drip, drip…. From the wide-open hole, Tae Shin… no, the employer’s bodily fluids incessantly leaked out.

His whole body was sticky and stuffy. His insides were hot from the residual heat that still remained. However, his face was cold, and the area around his eyes was especially frigid, like the middle of winter.

He had probably sensed it the entire time he was being fucked. That he should not cry. That the employer… would not like it.

Instead, he smelled the scent. A rank, fishy smell. The foul stench of filth that would come from a sewer.

If he could ask, he wanted to ask.

Is that the stench of filthy money, or my stench, filthy with money?