Desires Chapter 3.2 - II. Reign

The act of twisting his body to hide his genitals, not wanting to be disgusted by that man even while rejecting Cha Woojin’s touch, was nothing short of an irony. Song Yeongin was being coy in front of that man. He shuddered with rage at that crude contradiction.

The broad, spread shoulders of the male who had been skillfully caressing him straightened up. Cha Woojin unabashedly stared down into the space between Song Yeongin’s spread-apart thighs. He unhesitatingly took hold of Song Yeongin’s red genitals as he trembled in shame with his legs open.

“Huuugh…! Don’t…! Don’t touch me.”

Song Yeongin’s cry, his entire body flushed crimson, was useless. Rather, that alluringly panting, pretty sound of breathing was fanning Cha Woojin’s arousal to the point of explosion.

“You said you wanted nothing from me….”

Long fingers with prominent knuckles gently grasped and toyed with Song Yeongin’s genitals. The innocent, sensitive foreskin trembled and hardened in the grasp of the experienced, teasing hand, growing slick and wet.

“Getting your bottom this red and hard, are you sure you want nothing from me?”

“Ugh, haah…! I don’t…!”

“You’re dripping like this, saying you like it, and yet you pretend you don’t….”

The man who had been kneading the perky buttocks turned the piteous, trembling body around.

A remarkably slender waist for a lithely balanced body. The voluptuous buttocks that formed a dramatic contrast to it made Cha Woojin’s lower body heavy to the point of aching.

The buttocks, with their subtle lines, were plump and firm unlike the rest of his lean body, and they were strangely sensual with every movement. On his sleek, thin frame, it was as if flesh had been added only there. Resilient thighs and sleek, beautiful legs. Song Yeongin’s physique, as flawless and beautiful as his face, was laid bare before Cha Woojin.

The hair on his armpits, legs, and pubic area was all surprisingly light or almost nonexistent. His genitals, reminiscent of fruit pulp so as not to be off-putting to one who might eat it, were of a rosy, reddish hue and a pretty shape, resembling Song Yeongin himself in their slenderness, their color and form exceedingly lovely and bewitching.

It was a body that did not betray the expectations he had violated countless times in his mind. The man’s long, coolly drawn eyes curved wantonly.

“There wouldn’t be a man who wouldn’t get hard seeing you stripped naked.”

Song Yeongin was busy continuously covering his face, which was flushed red with shame. But Cha Woojin, as if to confirm it, relentlessly pushed away the arms covering his face time and again.

Pinned beneath a body like tempered steel, he had forgotten to resist and was in a state of resignation. Cha Woojin’s physical strength was unimaginably formidable. It was an absolute grip and power that felt vastly superior even to that of robust, ordinary men. His sharply honed, muscular body was like a lethal weapon made to kill someone.

Just how does one get a body like that.

Cha Woojin flipped Song Yeongin over with brute force and lifted him up. Forcing him to raise his hips, the sensual line once again sent a heavy rush of blood downward. Between the flawless, fair buttocks, the tight, pinkish hole showed no trace of having received a man, as if for the first time.

Cha Woojin reached out and opened the drawer of the bedside table. He hurriedly looked for something to loosen him up. The man, who had been scanning the sensual rear view with the debauched eyes of a libertine, whispered softly in his ear.

“Tell me. Is this your first time with a man?”

“……”

Song Yeongin did not answer. A long silence, neither affirming nor denying, continued.

“Haa…, I’m asking if you’re a body that has taken a man, and you don’t answer?”

A pristine hole, the color of beautiful, unblemished light. Seeing as the hole did not pucker when stimulated from the front or back, it was still unbroken. He was likely not a promiscuous body that knew men.

“I’m different from the trivial things you’ve taken before. You’d better be prepared.”

The man hastily squeezed out some men’s lotion. A long finger, generously coated in lotion, pushed its way into the tight, red hole, squelching as it thrust in relentlessly.

At the unfamiliar sensation, his hips kept trembling and arching. Song Yeongin shuddered, his mind going blank. Just like that, the man who claimed to have no interest in sodomy was so skillfully opening his hole.

“It’s, strange…! Nngh, huuuk, don’t…!”

Cha Woojin was looking down at him with composed eyes, reigning over him from above. Firm biceps with bulging muscles. Thrusting inside with thick, deft arm movements, he increased the number of his thick, long fingers one by one. He skillfully probed the alluring hole as if in a whirlwind. Cha Woojin was searching for the place where Song Yeongin felt pleasure.

Knowing he couldn’t feel it from the back hole right from the start, he stimulated the spot that was particularly pronounced, adjacent to the prostate.

In that moment, the slender waist shot up with a violent shudder. As he persistently probed, the coy, red hole became syrupy and began to pucker slightly.

“Ugh, euung… Uut…”

He knew that the groans, which had been gasping in pain, had subtly changed, mixed with a nasal tone. The man who had been ruthlessly thrusting with his hand narrowed his cool eyes and smiled. It was an exceptionally easy to read and highly sensitive body.

The pretty hole, flushed a seductive red, began to pucker lewdly, desperate to swallow a man’s cock. The crimson, obscene mucous membranes pulsed inside the hole.

The thought of leisurely loosening him up, thinking him an innocent, inexperienced body, had long since vanished.

Cha Woojin, who suddenly began to seethe with anger, was fiercely erect to the point of bursting, and he forced the tip of his thick glans, which was dripping slick precum, into that narrow hole.

“Aaat, ah! Ah! Nngh, it hurts…!”

Song Yeongin let out a pained scream.

That subtle silence, neither affirming nor denying his question of whether he had ever taken a man, was grating on Cha Woojin’s nerves.

The hard, raised, weapon-like cock was thrust violently into the red hole that had been puckering, asking for a man’s cock.

“Haa, fuck…! If another bastard did this to this body that opens up so well, I think I’d be pissed….”

Cha Woojin crushed his emotionless brow and, ‘Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!’ grabbed the delicate pelvis and began to ram the club-like thing into him.

“Ugh, huuk… It hurts…! Nngh! It hurts…!”

That thing… was a weapon that should never enter a human body. The man’s member was abnormally huge and hard. It was a movement to vaporize the pain of the heavy, club-like penis that had entered him and was stirring his insides.

Song Yeongin’s voluptuous, perky buttocks swayed as he tossed his arching, slender waist. That became the starting point of the lust that drove Cha Woojin mad.

‘Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!’

Cha Woojin lost his reason and thrusted his hips, ramming his thick, large cock like a beast.

“Ugh…euut…! Huuuut…!”

It was an insanely lewd tightness.

The exceptionally narrow insides, the bright red mucous membranes, repeated an obscene and pitiful opening and closing, squelching as they tried to push out the foreign object that should not have entered. That continuous, blind opening and closing provided a ferocious tightness, enough to sever Cha Woojin’s cock.

Cha Woojin obscenely kneaded Song Yeongin’s swaying buttocks and said.

“Haa, fuck… Relax. I’m going to break.”

As if he couldn’t stand it, his smooth brow crumpled with irritation. From his elegant lips, having lost his reason, vulgar curses spewed out.

The corners of his sorrowful, wet eyes were constantly welling with moisture. Opposite to his chaste eyes, his lewd bottom also did not dry up, dripping wetness. Song Yeongin lost his reason and let out pained groans in time with the libertine thrusts that rammed into him.

Those red, thick lips, exhaling an insanely wicked breath. The thirst to put something in them would not leave him. ‘Thrust…! Thrust…!’ Every time he rammed in, Cha Woojin thrust his thick fingers into the pretty, moaning lips, searching for his tongue.

When the fingers prodded his mouth, Song Yeongin, who had lost his reason and was dazed, unconsciously took Cha Woojin’s thick fingers into his mouth. A soft, fluttering tongue wrapped alluringly around the man’s fingers. While being penetrated, Song Yeongin, with his eyes closed, unconsciously sucked on Cha Woojin’s fingers like a child seeking a teat.

“Haa, shit, I’m going crazy….”

Cha Woojin, who had been thrusting inside, looked down at the small, innocent face that was unconsciously sucking on his own fingers like a child. It would be strange not to lose one’s mind seeing such a lewd sight, an innocent face sucking on fingers.

“Huu…! Tell me straight. Did you act so coy with a face that looks like it wouldn’t even masturbate, while having a body so lewd that any guy with a cock would go crazy for it?”

The erector spinae muscles on the man’s sculpted body tensed. Cha Woojin thrust savagely with fierce, elastic hip movements.

The heavy, club-like cock mercilessly fucked the tender, small hole. The one violating Song Yeongin was the savage tyrant he had seen in his dreams.

Cha Woojin’s long eyes, soaked in passion, curved as he laughed wantonly.

This is not a chaste body. Having a body this lewd… having a body and a hole that things with cocks would go crazy for, yet having such clear, sacred eyes. Anyone who masturbates would imagine pinning down that provocatively crying face and burying their depraved cum deepest into this lower belly.

“Ugh, euung… it hurts…! Huuk… It hurts…!”

Even while being penetrated, Song Yeongin kept trembling and letting out exquisitely pained moans that were enough to drive one mad. The ticklish, panting, falsetto breath once again ignited the turbid desire of the one fucking the narrow hole.

It had been a long time since Song Yeongin had already climaxed clumsily, trembling violently in Cha Woojin’s large hands that had skillfully touched him.

The perky buttocks, swaying with a strange line, made an explicit, slapping sound of flesh with every ‘Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!’ of the ramming. It was impossibly arousing.

He picked up the pace, struggling toward climax. Cha Woojin, who had grabbed the lewdly spread thighs and pelvis, thrusted his hips violently one last time. The man who had stopped moving trembled his intimidating, beast-like body.

It was ejaculation.

“…Haaa….”

Cha Woojin let out a low breath into the air. It was a low voice, so sultry it was chilling.

The man’s two eyes were still wanton with passion that had yet to fade. The man gave a sexy, languid glance to the one trembling beneath him.

Even after ejaculating, his penis, which had not shrunk, was still firm and abnormally thick. When he pulled his large cock out of Song Yeongin’s hole, a mixture of blood and copious semen flowed out from between the perky buttocks.

Cha Woojin, with his limp body, sought out Song Yeongin’s face. The prettily ravaged face wept, having lost control, and he could not even support his own body properly. Only his raised buttocks were trembling. The transparent body, dyed crimson, shuddered piteously. The sight was so sorrowful it was chillingly obscene.

Only tired breaths and silence swallowed the quiet bedroom; the languor after ejaculation consumed them both.

After some time had passed, Song Yeongin, who had been trembling piteously, sensed that this was the end of the arduous lovemaking and curled his wearily relaxed body. The man’s large, thick hand fumbled for the rounded buttocks. When the perky buttocks flinched, Cha Woojin blatantly kneaded their alluring and sensual lines.

Every time he kneaded the sensual buttocks, the semen Cha Woojin had shot inside Song Yeongin trickled down the cleft. When Cha Woojin, languidly soaked in the afterglow of his release, touched the pink hole from which semen was flowing with his finger, Song Yeongin flinched and his crimson-flushed body convulsed.

The club-like thing belonging to Cha Woojin, who was holding him, once again began to swell, growing hard without end. It was an overly quick to recover and frighteningly healthy body.

But unlike him, with just this one act of lovemaking, Song Yeongin’s consciousness grew distant. The back of Song Yeongin, who was curled up, heaved with shallow breaths. His consciousness was fading. Cha Woojin, touching the hole of the sprawled body, carefully removed the semen and blood.

The beast-like lovemaking continued throughout the dawn.

After a long, persistent wait, he opened the thighs of Song Yeongin who had barely regained consciousness. Cha Woojin violated Song Yeongin again. Sometimes it was rape, and sometimes it was consensual. It was an intermittent and persistent sex that continued all night long.

It was the end of the long dawn.

In the end, Song Yeongin had to wrap his thin arms around Cha Woojin’s neck and cling to him desperately. He tried pleading, shaking his waist and hips like a siren. He tried beating on the man’s broad, hard chest, crying and begging the man who was violating him.

“Huuuk… please…! I just, want to sleep now.”

At the final moment, he relentlessly pounded the lewd hole with muscle. Cha Woojin, engulfed in the lust to ejaculate, called Song Yeongin’s name for the first and last time.

“Haa, Yeongin-ah….”

“Nng…! Huuut…!”

“Ha…, if I fall for your body… nothing else will be fun from now on.”

Cha Woojin selfishly satisfied his own desire several times before ejaculating roughly.

The man who had kept him awake all night, violating him, seemed finally satisfied and fumbled for the small, pitiful face. As if giving a reward, he pressed his lips to the piteous corners of the eyes, raw with tears.

Sorrowful eyes, moist and reddened, fluttered open, glistening with moisture. What was looking at Cha Woojin was a transcendent purity that seemed it would not be tainted no matter how many times it was trampled and violated.

Cha Woojin effortlessly lifted the barely conscious Song Yeongin into his arms. He walked, holding Song Yeongin, striding on his firm, long legs.

Inside the inner chamber where the bedroom was located, Cha Woojin gently laid Song Yeongin down in a large, ivory-colored marble bathtub in the bathroom. Warm water quickly rushed over Song Yeongin’s body.

Cha Woojin began to wash the limp, white body. Long fingers with thick knuckles carefully scraped out the inside of the pretty hole, which was smeared with blood and semen.

Watery semen flowed out from inside the hole along with blood. At that stinging, vivid sensation, the sleek body line trembled so piteously it was heartbreaking.

Song Yeongin went limp against the warmth of the tub he was leaning on, his consciousness fading away. He had lived through so many nights, yet this night was longer and more exhausting than all of those nights combined.

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A dark and secret night, dark enough to hide profane desires. That lewd night, which had moaned like a drainpipe of lust, passed.

The long, exhausting night was nowhere to be found. Through his painfully opened eyes, a white light that washed away sins poured in.

It was morning.

He had no awareness of who he was or where this place was. Tidy pupils, like a blank slate, slowly took in the unfamiliar and foreign scenery.

Outside the special-material, full-pane glass window, the view of the nameless, remote forest surrounding the hideout unfolded. The pure white bed Song Yeongin was lying on was so excessively large and comfortable that he felt he couldn’t get up.

He thought that in the past few years, no, in his entire life, it was the first time he had fallen into such a deep and complete sleep, as if his consciousness had been cut off. His head felt unusually clear, but the moment he tried to sit up, a dull pain that seemed to pierce all the way to his spine swallowed all his senses.

“Ugh…! It hurts….”

A voice, as hoarse and cracked as it could be, leaked out from between his chapped, crimson lips.

From receiving the man who had violated him like a beast all night, Song Yeongin’s private parts were so swollen and inflamed with a burning, stinging pain that it was difficult to move. It wasn’t just there. His entire body ached with muscle pain as if he had been beaten by someone all night.

Nevertheless, Song Yeongin had to push himself up from the wide bed and take one difficult step after another. He couldn’t just lie still because it hurt. In any form, the aftereffects of violence were a sensation Song Yeongin had become quite accustomed to through long years of training.

Realizing the pain with every flinching step he took, Song Yeongin slowly looked around the hideout. It seemed Cha Woojin had already left this place.

It was the moment he took another step. A small amount of semen that hadn’t been discharged overnight trickled down his back hole like water, along with blood.

“Ugh, huut…!”

Through the blood and semen that flowed down the cleft of his naked buttocks and soaked the floor, Song Yeongin had to once again realize the savage lovemaking with Cha Woojin.

Song Yeongin crouched down with difficulty and wiped the blood and semen from the floor with a tissue. Every time he bent his waist, his spine tingled with a burning, dull pain.

‘Am I left here all alone?’

The thought that being left alone in this vast, impersonal space was somehow harder to bear than the pain and soreness all over his body crossed his mind.

The clock showed 8:37. If he hurried to wash up and take a taxi now, there was enough time to get to work.

When he entered the bathroom, his wretched naked body was revealed under the bright light. Red marks were chewed into his skin everywhere, leaving no spot untouched.

The crimson bruises and traces of lovemaking scattered across his white body were so blatant that it felt as if they were a delusion, intentionally carved into Song Yeongin’s skin by him so as not to forget the cruelly blazing passion of the past night.

The memory of the violator’s fierce hip thrusts and his languid gaze as he ejaculated, soaked in passion, made the inside of his chest ache dully. Cha Woojin’s shameless, lewd voice as he mixed their bodies and toyed with his insides in a primal way once again colored Song Yeongin’s pale earlobes crimson.

However, Song Yeongin thought that all of it was more meaningless and fleeting than his own dream in which he had had a wet dream about him days ago. Song Yeongin’s detached face in the bathroom mirror was as calm and composed as still water.

Song Yeongin tried his best not to leave any trace of himself in Cha Woojin’s hideout. He managed to wipe away the dried semen and blood in the bathroom, but he could not do anything about the tragic traces of their lovemaking on the bedsheets.

Like that, Song Yeongin was erasing all traces left in the hideout, as if he would never see Cha Woojin again.

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He felt that his condition was worse than he had thought when he got out of the taxi. When he reached his destination, his two legs trembled with pain as he pushed himself up from the taxi seat again.

Every time the car came to a sudden stop, every time he felt the cold wind hit his whole body, even with the slightest impact, Song Yeongin’s body would flinch. Every time his underwear brushed against that place, his whole body groaned from the burning, stinging sensation.

A cold sweat began to break out, to the point where he thought he might not be able to work properly. However, Song Yeongin wanted to avoid calling in absent, no matter what.

It had not been long since he became a full-time employee at La Cure, and he did not want to be labeled as insincere by being absent again, especially after his unauthorized absence due to Matteo’s kidnapping last time.

Crucially, he thought that missing work just because of sex was ridiculous. This was not a job he got just to slack off when needed. This job was like a lifeline that Song Yeongin had barely managed to grasp.

“Oh…?! Mr. Song Yeongin…!”

As he entered La Cure, Manager Kang Miyeon approached Song Yeongin with a startled and puzzled look.

“What happened?! I just heard that you couldn’t come to work today, Mr. Song Yeongin….”

“Pardon? What do you mean by that….”

“It was a direct order from the CEO. He gave strict instructions not to make an issue of your absence from now on, as you have your reasons….”

It was the first he’d heard of it.

“I never said anything like that to the CEO….”

It didn’t make sense. At La Cure, it was customary for a low-level employee like him to report his attendance or absence through a manager.

I have never even had a proper conversation with the CEO, nor do I even know his direct number. For a moment, a question arose. Would the CEO even know the name or face of a low-level employee like me, whom he has never met?

Suddenly, an ominous feeling swept through Song Yeongin’s mind. Song Yeongin’s face hardened with anxiety, afraid that his forward intuition might be right.

“That aside… are you okay, Mr. Song Yeongin?”

“…Pardon?”

“Your face is incredibly pale right now. You’re breaking out in a cold sweat, too… You look like you could collapse at any moment. You don’t look well at all….”

Manager Kang Miyeon asked cautiously, examining Song Yeongin’s complexion.

“…Can you work today? It’s not because of the CEO, but from what I can see, your condition looks really bad right now. If you’re not feeling well, you should go home and rest today.”

“I’m fine…. I can work.”

He wasn’t being stubborn for no reason. He could definitely work. Even after being beaten all night by his drunken father, he would put on his school uniform the next day like a perfectly normal person and go to school.

I have a talent for enduring, for surviving even when trampled like a weed. If I hadn’t even been able to do that properly, I would have ceased to exist in this world long ago. It is thanks to that last remaining quiet pride and subtle grit that I am still able to preserve this one body safely.

Afraid that the red marks of lovemaking, which that man had created by sucking and chewing on his body all the way up to his neck, would be seen by others, Song Yeongin quickly changed into his uniform in the locker room.

He began to tidy the hall for opening. By the time he finished organizing the liquor, his colleagues, perhaps due to his pale complexion and trembling legs, all expressed their worried concern, asking if he was okay.

The aftereffects of the savage lovemaking that had lasted all night were more gruesome and severe than he had thought.

His cell phone was vibrating in his uniform pocket. He had to stare at the caller ID on the screen for a long time.

‘Cha Woojin’

It was the name he had saved on his phone the day he first received his business card.

This was the first time that man had called him directly. The vibration continued for a long time, but Song Yeongin just stared blankly at the phone screen, not answering the call.

He was the one who had violated him like a beast all night long. He was the very person who had made it difficult to even walk, stand, and crouch like this. The blatant taunts that he had whispered into his ear all night like a lewd incubus flashed through his mind. The man’s low, languid, and libertine voice echoed in his ears.

For now, he just did not want to have any conversation with that person. It didn’t matter if that was the only, petty revenge he could take.

Song Yeongin suddenly pulled out the things he had been thinking about since being left alone in the bedroom.

‘There is no reason for Cha Woojin to seek me out again. Will he seek me out again after seeing all there is to see?’

Now, it would not be strange at all if the meaningless relationship with that high and mighty man came to an end.

From the beginning, Cha Woojin himself had asserted that he had no interest in sodomy. He might have grown tired of the man’s body he had held all night and felt disgusted with him. As he crawled out of the bedroom alone at the end of their lovemaking that had continued throughout the dawn, Song Yeongin reminded himself of numerous resolutions.

Song Yeongin was determined not to regret it even if he had become his one-night stand. It was undeniable. He himself had wanted that man…. Even in pain, a desire for him had arisen, making him wish to be held, so it couldn’t be called a one-sided rape.

Song Yeongin wanted nothing from others. If there are no expectations, there is no disappointment. What tormented a person the most until the very end was lingering attachment. He had wasted too much time so far because of petty, lingering attachments.

To not repeat that folly again, he had to abandon expectations of people and foolish, lingering attachments. That was the greatest realization he had gained amidst his harsh misfortunes.

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When he heard that Shim Jaehyuk, the real owner of La Cure, had called for him separately, Song Yeongin’s mind became uncontrollably complicated.

CEO Shim Jaehyuk was the actual investor who was promoting the establishment by fronting Chef Jeon Yosung, who was from ‘NOMA,’ but he had not even set foot in La Cure a few times since its opening. The operation of La Cure was entirely managed by the general manager, the head chef, and the chief of general affairs.

The CEO would not even know of his existence as a low-level server at La Cure. Seeing as such a CEO had directly mentioned his absence to the manager and even given instructions not to make an issue of his absences in the future, he could only think that Cha Woojin was involved in this matter.

“Mr. Song Yeongin, go home and rest today.”

That was the first thing the CEO said to him as soon as he entered the office, even before they exchanged greetings.

“From now on, the establishment will not make an issue of Mr. Song Yeongin’s absences, so you may commute flexibly if you wish.”

It was the first time he had seen the CEO mention an employee’s attendance in this manner. Song Yeongin, who had been slowly blinking his neat eyes, remained silent and looked at the CEO.

Song Yeongin was about to bring up Cha Woojin but stopped. When the representative of this establishment was speaking like that, what right did he have to presumptuously make such a comment?

“Since I came to work today anyway, I will work until the end.”

Shim Jaehyuk washed his dry face with his hands. He had a look of blatant annoyance.

“Please go home today. It’s because I will be in a difficult position if you are stubborn, Mr. Song Yeongin.”

Song Yeongin did not bother to ask the CEO anything. Although the CEO did not mention it, he was showing blatant annoyance as if he had been caught up in a troublesome matter.

He had a look on his face as if it was absurd that he had to come all the way to this place to say this to a mere low-level employee. Song Yeongin expressed his agreement and quietly left the office.

Just how far is he trying to control me.

How far is he trying to intervene. What on earth is he doing to me. Does that person think this kind of game is fun? However, Song Yeongin stopped his thoughts from tailing one another.

From the very beginning, from the moment he had rescued him from Matteo and been protected by him, he had been indebted to that man. From the moment he had brought upon himself the misunderstanding of having a male concubine amidst a countless crowd… no, perhaps it was because he had admitted the existence of Song Yoon and his sister-in-law to that man with his own mouth, making him promise to guarantee their safety.

However, that did not mean he would do something like this with Cha Woojin. It also did not mean he would be controlled like a piece on a game board within that man’s fence. But, he had come too far.

‘If he wants a toy, I just have to become a toy.’

Song Yeongin let out a precarious sigh into the air with a pale, bloodless face.

This is different from affection. What Cha Woojin was showing him was simply interest and a desire for control. That man was just exploring a new toy. It was just a fleeting curiosity that would burn until another toy came along.

Now, Song Yeongin felt he knew those types of people well. It seemed that those who had an excess of money and power became desensitized to all stimuli that could be bought with money. So, perhaps they felt a thrill in the game of playing with a person who had a personality and felt shame, not an inanimate object or a pet without reactions.

Because they had immense wealth and absolute power to own and control living people….

Matteo and Jimil had truly awakened him to many things. A dry laugh passed over his pale, bloodless face.

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Song Yeongin’s condition was getting worse. Now, his vision was so dizzying and his mind so dazed that he could no longer endure it even with stubbornness. He had reached a point where he really had to go home, lie down, and rest as the CEO had said.

The CEO had instructed him to go home and rest today not as a recommendation, but as an order. Following the one-sided and forceful instructions of the CEO, Song Yeongin had to leave work immediately.

When he touched his head, it felt like it was boiling with fever. He needed medicine. Anti-inflammatory painkillers, fever reducers, and things like ointment to apply to the wound.

There were no pharmacies near La Cure, so Song Yeongin had to endure the wound again and silently drag his weary body, walking towards the subway station. He hurriedly entered the first pharmacy he saw nearby.

He spoke to the pharmacist with a pale face, dripping with cold sweat. In fact, he muttered into the air without even looking at the pharmacist’s face.

“Fever reducer…, anti-inflammatory painkillers and ointment for a wound, please.”

Even though the customer was asking for medicine, the pharmacist on the other side did not answer. The silent pharmacist suddenly greeted Song Yeongin.

“…It’s been a while.”

Only then did Song Yeongin, who had been dazed in pain, lift his head and check the pharmacist’s face in detail.

“I didn’t see you at the fitness center, so I thought you quit because of me….”

It was the kind man from the 24-hour fitness center who had asked for Song Yeongin’s contact information, saying he liked him and asking if they could meet outside.

His surprised face stood there blankly for a moment, lost in a daze. The handsome man with a good impression was wearing a white pharmacist’s gown.

“…Ah…. Hello….”

Come to think of it, he realized that the 24-hour fitness center where he had worked was not far from this area.

“I made you uncomfortable that time… So, you quit because of that, right?”

Song Yeongin silently shook his delicate face.

“No. I quit due to personal reasons. I found another job….”

“I kept waiting for you to come… but you didn’t show up. I asked at the desk, and they said you quit….”

“……”

“Where does it hurt? You’re in a cold sweat… your complexion doesn’t look good at all….”

At the pharmacist’s question of where it hurt, Song Yeongin blushed in embarrassment. He could not tell the truth about where it hurt.

“…I have a fever… and severe muscle aches. I have a bit of a… wound.”

The pharmacist, who had been observing him for a while, belatedly brought a medicine bag containing oral medication and ointment and handed it to Song Yeongin. After paying, Song Yeongin politely bid his farewell.

“I’ll be going now. Goodbye.”

As Song Yeongin was about to turn away, the pharmacist suddenly grabbed his arm.

“I still haven’t been able to forget you.”

“……”

“You might think it’s a bit strange for me to be like this to someone I’ve only met a few times…. I’m not a bad person.”

“……”

“I know you refused, but I’ll give you my number one last time… I’m fine with just being simple acquaintances. I’d like to at least keep in touch.”

Absurdly, the pharmacist took the medicine bag from Song Yeongin’s hand. And on the bag, he wrote down his contact information with a thick, clear permanent marker.

‘010—8449—XXXX Min Hyunwoo’

“It’s my number. My business card only has the pharmacy’s number….”

Song Yeongin took the medicine bag with the number written on it, which the pharmacist handed back to him. He was at a loss as to what kind of answer to give.

As he said, he was not a bad person. He was a person who was considerate of others and tried not to hurt them. Song Yeongin knew that that person was a proper and good person.

It would have been nice if he could have brazenly answered like a friendly person, saying let’s keep in touch as good friends. But it was he himself who could not possibly do that.

Song Yeongin, without either affirmation or denial, bowed his head after saying his goodbyes and left the pharmacy. Through the glass window beyond the pharmacy, the pharmacist continued to watch Song Yeongin’s back.

It was when Song Yeongin, holding the medicine bag, stepped out of the pharmacy door.

In front of the pharmacy, a particularly eye-catching, top-of-the-line supercar, out of place on the road, was parked, and next to it stood a man who was not unfamiliar.

He was not unfamiliar, but he just could not get used to his overwhelming presence. Passersby glanced, simultaneously scanning the sleek, top-of-the-line supercar and Cha Woojin as they passed.

His appearance of unapproachable grace was drawing more attention from the surroundings than his sleek car. Dressed in a suit with a perfect silhouette. The man with unbelievably handsome features was leaning against the car, puffing out hazy cigarette smoke.

Song Yeongin stopped in his tracks and stared at the man. The man’s intimidating body, after stubbing out the cigarette, strode towards Song Yeongin.

“You couldn’t wait for a moment and disappeared….”

Song Yeongin’s pale, bloodless face was more languid than usual, and he looked precarious, as if he would crumble at any moment. Beneath the skin of the one armed with neatness, the memory of the unchaste lewdness that was hidden made Cha Woojin’s lower back heavy again.

Perhaps because of the traces of crying all night, the corners of Song Yeongin’s eyes were piteously sorrowful and red.

However, that was not the only thing that caught Cha Woojin’s eye. Cha Woojin looked at the conspicuously thick writing on the medicine bag Song Yeongin was holding.

“Do you know that man?”

He knew that the man he was talking about was the pharmacist from the pharmacy he had just come out of. But Song Yeongin did not give any answer.

Cha Woojin had missed Song Yeongin, who had left work early, by a hair’s breadth. He had tailed the belatedly departing Song Yeongin, parked his car here, and had been watching Song Yeongin and the pharmacist through the glass window.

It was too long for a simple conversation between a pharmacist and a customer. From time to time, the pharmacist would blush. He couldn’t make proper eye contact while standing Song Yeongin there, his eyes wandering, but then he would tenaciously follow Song Yeongin again and grab his wrist. If it were a fellow man, it would be impossible not to know the meaning of that gaze.

And, on the medicine bag he had taken from Song Yeongin, the pharmacist began to write something for a long time. Cha Woojin had just realized that what the pharmacist had written was a contact number, judging by the series of numbers written with a thick permanent marker on the front of the bag Song Yeongin was holding.

The pharmacist was still looking at Song Yeongin who was standing in front of the pharmacy. No, now he was looking back and forth between him and Cha Woojin. Cha Woojin narrowed his cool eyes as if he understood and muttered.

“You really seem to be born to bewitch men.”

With an arrogant and wicked glare, Cha Woojin sneered in a low voice.

Song Yeongin, who was a few steps away from him, clenched his teeth.

Cha Woojin noticed that the corners of Song Yeongin’s red eyes were abnormally wet. In a calm voice that was contrary to his expression, Song Yeongin quietly spat out.

“That’s right….”

The sharp man’s face hardened.

“That must be why someone like you, Cha Woojin, who has no interest in sodomy, even had sex with me.”

Cha Woojin sneered as if he found it absurd. However, contrary to his cold face, his gaze was somewhat affectionate. Cha Woojin began to make excuses to him with affectionate eyes.

“You were dead to the world, so I was away for a little while. I couldn’t stand up the executives in a board meeting.”

“……”

“Did you think I would know that you would go out to work in that body, unable to even walk properly, in that short time?”

“……”

“I wanted to let you sleep soundly until daytime since you must have been exhausted all night. I was planning to come back around that time.”

Cha Woojin said it as if he were lowering his tail and making excuses to him. The man who had seemed only arrogant and cold-blooded was making unnecessary excuses to him. It was as if having mixed their bodies was some kind of special privilege.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Get in.”

Song Yeongin had reached his limit. He had already walked too much with his aching body. The affected area felt hot, as if it had suffered a more severe laceration than before. His body was cold and hot, as if the burning sensation of his private parts had spread throughout his body. He felt like he would lose consciousness and collapse if he walked any further.

The cold sweat that had beaded on his forehead was trickling down. However, Song Yeongin did not want to get into the car of someone who treated him like a siren who went around bewitching men.

From his immature days, Song Yeongin had frequently faced those who tried to touch or covet him. Sometimes, he even encountered serious situations. Song Yeongin had never done anything to them. He was just quietly breathing, with his eyes wide open. He had done nothing, yet they blamed him, saying it was his fault for bewitching and seducing them.

Every time that happened, Song Yeongin’s heart burned black. He had to ask himself if it was really his fault. When the same words are repeated simultaneously, you really start to doubt yourself. But now, the man in front of him was saying the same thing to him.

Cha Woojin approached Song Yeongin, who had been standing motionless for a long time, biting his thick lips. He grabbed Song Yeongin’s trembling shoulders.

“Will you get in if I beg?”

Really, is he trying to bestow some kind of special privilege on me for having rolled around with you all night?

“Or, should I sweep you up in my arms and put you in the car, just like last night?”

The sorrowful face with reddened eye-corners quietly looked at the man who was grabbing his shoulders.

Song Yeongin was neither as submissive nor as docile as he appeared. What was staring up at Cha Woojin was that restless and alluring gaze that tested others’ patience and drove them mad.

“What… are you going to beg me for?”

At that audacious question, Cha Woojin’s long, cool eyes narrowed. He thought for a long time before spitting out.

“For holding you all night until you pleaded.”

“……”

“For violating you without letting you sleep, over and over, until you wanted me.”

At Cha Woojin’s answer, Song Yeongin snorted. He was silent for a moment but then asked again. He was curious to see how far he would go.

“Keep going.”

“I don’t like other bastards looking at you like that. How that bastard looked at you in that pharmacy you just entered….”

He added with a sardonic smile.

“Do I have to beg you for something like that too?”

A cool, murderous intent flickered in his pitch-black pupils.

Song Yeongin had no way of knowing, nor did he want to know, how that pharmacist had looked at him for this man to be angry with him.

Song Yeongin did not ask Cha Woojin anything more. He was not curious about any words that would come out of that man’s mouth. Instead, he walked with difficulty on his own two feet and sat in the passenger seat.

Because this man had no time and disliked consumptive squabbles. And at this very moment, Song Yeongin was no different. He didn’t even have the energy for it.

Cha Woojin, with a satisfied face, closed the passenger door and glared at the pharmacist through the window. He was still craning his neck, gauging the relationship between the two with a puzzled look. He was a persistent bastard.

Cha Woojin took the wheel. Song Yeongin, sitting in the seat next to him, was leaning back against the seat with his eyes closed, without a word.

A white, pale complexion, a sacred and elegant face. His forehead, where his baby hairs were exposed, was beaded with cold sweat. His red, thick lips were so chapped from being persistently sucked and chewed on last night that they were piteous, and his lips were split with dried blood. The restless and precarious side profile, as if it would shatter, made Cha Woojin feel a strange passion before feeling concern.

Cha Woojin brushed back Song Yeongin’s baby hair, wet with cold sweat, with a rough hand. When occasionally revealed, his forehead and eyebrows were exceptionally pretty.

The man at the wheel stretched his long, firm body towards Song Yeongin. He gently pressed his lips to the corner of Song Yeongin’s eye.

At that sudden tenderness, his heart ached.

Even though they had laid belly to belly and mixed their bodies all night, this one kiss, carefully placed on his wet eye-corner, made Song Yeongin’s heart flutter even more.

He knows that Cha Woojin is not a good person.

No, to be precise, the things he had and his background could not make him a good man. This man, whom everyone revered and envied, had the greatest power and wealth. He was a man raised as a top predator in their world of the law of the jungle, where you had to devour or be devoured, and countless innocent sacrifices would be offered at his feet.

If he wanted a normal, peaceful life, he should not have gotten involved with this man. This relationship was obvious to anyone. The positions we stood in were more distinct than anything else in the world. At best, I would be a sacrificial offering to be consumed and his toy. I know the end. I will be thrown away, a complete wreck.

He had originally asserted that he had no interest in things like sodomy. Therefore, my body would be a brief affair and a form of amusement for him. I have endured a wretched life, poverty, harsh misfortunes, and unhappiness, but this time, I might really become beyond recovery.

I should not have run into this man like that at Jimil.

Cha Woojin was the opposite of normalcy or peace. He was extraordinariness and turbulence. He was the eye of a storm that would destroy everything without getting a single speck of dust on his hands. But even though he could see the end, he had walked into the eye of that storm on his own two feet. And now, instead of thinking of getting out, he was rather hypnotizing himself.

It’s okay, Song Yeongin. You’re used to unhappiness.