Come Looking for Flowers Chapter 1.1 - Waves

Summer is cold. At least, this summer was.

The body, worn out from a full day of strenuous labor, drooped limply like a waterlogged cotton ball. A desire to quickly go home, wash up, and rest was etched all over his weary face.

‘Fourteenth floor. The doors are opening.’

The old elevator let out a bizarre sound as it gaped its maw wide open. Yoonjo stepped through the parting doors.

Even the common digital door lock did not exist in Yoonjo’s home. A hand, devoid of any strength, pulled the front door key from his back pocket, fitted it into the keyhole, and immediately turned it. Strangely, it made no sound at all.

Normally, there should have been the click of the lock disengaging. But as if it had already been open, the key just turned uselessly. A strange silence sharply clawed at his skin.

“……”

A single thought flashed through Yoonjo’s mind, which had been frozen for a moment.

Dad. Don’t tell me, did Dad come? His heart pounded at the possibility. It was by no means a pleasant palpitation.

It had been eight months to the day. The period since his father, who had said he would go get some money, had lost contact. It had been over eight months since he had broken his promise to call once a month.

He was the only person who would come to this house, so did Dad really come? If Dad really came, what kind of face should he greet him with?

Haa, with a small sigh, Yoonjo slowly turned the doorknob with a slightly heavy heart. Darkness poured out from the crack of the opening door.

His 고민 [go-min/worry] over how he should greet him was rendered meaningless as Yoonjo’s steps came to a halt not long after he started walking. The house was filled with a gloomy energy.

In the living room, visible as soon as he entered the entryway, large-bodied men were lined up against the wall, facing forward, and on the small attached veranda right next to it, two men were looking out the window with their backs to this side.

An unsettling energy coiled around Yoonjo’s ankles. His instincts screamed at him to run, but his body wouldn’t obey.

Behind the blankly standing Yoonjo, the door closed with a thud. The heads of the unfamiliar men turned in unison toward the entryway at the sound.

“Representative-nim.”

A low voice broke the silence. The moment he heard those words, a sense of terror swept over him, as if all the blood in his body was draining downward. Before he had a chance to flee, one of the men approached and dragged Yoonjo inside the house.

The floor, which Yoonjo had crawled on his hands and knees to wipe with a cloth, was covered in dirty shoe prints. His body, thrown to the floor like a piece of luggage, began to tremble with fear. Lest his teeth make a chattering sound, Yoonjo clenched them tightly.

“You’re late.”

A low voice dug deep into his ear. It was a voice that was somehow, strangely familiar.

Yoonjo, still sitting on the floor, met the eyes of the man who turned to look this way. The man slowly approached. His leather shoes were so well-polished that they gleamed even in the darkness.

“Hello, baby?”

The man, standing close, bent his legs to meet his eye level. Yoonjo’s eyes wavered as he faced the man at a close distance. The corners of the man’s mouth stretched softly, drawing an arc.

“It’s been a while.”

“……”

“You remember me, don’t you, ahjussi?”

His attitude was like that of someone addressing a long-lost lover. Yoonjo’s frozen gaze couldn’t seem to tear itself away from the man.

Why is this man here. His trembling lips parted slightly. A murky breath escaped.

“Nice to see you.”

He was Yoonjo’s first love.

A young master from a wealthy family, raised with a silver spoon. That was the name of the label that once followed Lee Yoonjo around.

His father was the CEO of a successful clothing company, his mother a famous cellist. Their only son born between them, Yoonjo was truly the blessing of the household.

Yoonjo’s family was so wealthy and affluent that he was said to have been born with money in his hands. He had lived a life where he knew no shortage of anything.

His life, which had lacked for nothing, began to shake around the time Yoonjo was transitioning from his first to his second year of high school. It was also around that time that he met the man.

A man who lived alone in a large mansion. A house that was large enough for a family of three, the man stayed in it alone.

His first impression of the man was not bad. No, it was rather close to favorable.

His handsome face was one thing, but what was most appealing was his leisurely demeanor. Yoonjo had never once seen the man move in a hurry.

Every morning, the man sat on a garden bench and smoked a cigarette. The sight of him, with a face that wasn’t even fully awake, holding a white stick and exhaling gray smoke, left a strange impression.

Every time he left the house, Yoonjo found himself searching for the man with his gaze without realizing it. Sometimes the man was already out in the yard before Yoonjo came out, and other times, just as Yoonjo was about to pass by the gate of his house, he would leisurely open his door, run a hand roughly through his hair, and take out a cigarette to light.

‘He’s not here today……’

The man who was always there was, for some reason, not visible that day. The only thing different from usual was that a black sedan was parked in front of the man’s house.

It was just when he was about to start walking again, feeling a sense of disappointment at the thought that he wouldn’t be able to see him today. The gate of the mansion opened, and the person he had been waiting for appeared. And his attire was unfamiliar.

The man, perfectly dressed in a jet-black suit with his hair neatly styled up, did not take out a cigarette but instead opened the gate and came outside. It was an unfamiliar appearance, so different from his usual disheveled look. Yoonjo stopped in his tracks and stared blankly at the man.

‘Hello.’

It was the man who greeted him first. Yoonjo, who had been standing there foolishly until then, belatedly came to his senses and hastily bowed his head.

‘Ah, hello.’

‘Going to school?’

‘Ah, yes.’

At the man’s gentle smile, an indescribable emotion surged. The spring breeze tickled his palms and lips.

‘Good boy. Study hard.’

‘……Thank you.’

The man leisurely passed by Yoonjo, who bowed his head once more.

Yoonjo, who had even forgotten the fact that he had to go to school, stared blankly at the departing car for a long time. His chest stirred strangely, and he couldn’t move an inch. Not long after that, Yoonjo called that feeling his first love.

In truth, the term first love was a bit too grand. It was just that his curiosity was piqued, and he was just curious about what kind of person he was. To Yoonjo, the man was that kind of existence.

He wanted to find out more about the man, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the time. Yoonjo’s world crumbled rapidly, and before long, he couldn’t even see him anymore.

His father’s business, which had been faltering, seemed to be gradually sinking, and soon after, a mountain of debt fell upon Yoonjo’s family of three. Debt collectors came knocking on their door day after day, turning the house into a complete mess.

Fleeing in the middle of the night was inevitable. The family of three moved from the grand mansion to a shabby apartment. The new home, which they had moved into as if escaping, without even managing to pack all their belongings, was much smaller than the room Yoonjo had used by himself.

As the days went by, the situation, far from improving, only grew worse. He couldn’t even dream of college entrance exams, and Yoonjo, who was desperate to make a living for the time being, eventually gave up on his high school diploma. It was a moment when the world, which had been so easy, suddenly became difficult.

He had to earn money. For his mother who lived every day drowning in alcohol. For his father who was trying to turn the company, and everything, back to how it was.

For Yoonjo, who had given up everything, all that remained was the hope of a future. Yoonjo looked only at that and earned money by doing whatever came his way. He did any kind of work without being picky. He would run to any place that said they would give him a job and diligently moved his body.

Even while spending such difficult days, he would occasionally think of the man. The man who lived alone in a large mansion. What might he be doing now?

A fleeting dream. To Yoonjo, the man was that kind of person. A very short dream that could not last for long. Just because one fell asleep again did not mean one could continue a dream that had already ended.

Not long after that, while Yoonjo was dreaming of the future, his mother, who had disappeared somewhere without a word, sent news of herself through an obituary. Yoonjo was twenty-one at the time.

Yoonjo, who held a modest funeral for his mother, stood up steadfastly without even a moment to grieve. As if that was the only thing he knew how to do. He had to protect his remaining father, after all.

And at twenty-two. Even his father, who had left saying there was a good job in another region, vanished without a trace. At first, it seemed like he was in contact, but soon there was no news at all. There was nothing Yoonjo could do but hope that no news was good news.

Although he couldn’t be reached, Yoonjo nevertheless trusted his father. He believed without a doubt that he would return someday. He waited for our family to meet again, for his mother to be laid to rest in a good place, and for a future he could dream of again.

But what returned to Yoonjo was not a happy future.

“Yoonjo-ya.”

It was a painful past.

The man called Yoonjo’s name. His frightened eyes filled with tears. His breath caught in his throat at the breath that came rushing close. The corners of the man’s mouth went up.

“Can’t even manage your pheromones properly.”

“……”

“You must have presented late. It wasn’t registered.”

The man was exactly as he had last seen him. The well-styled pomade hair, the jet-black suit, even the leisurely attitude.

The moment his chin was grabbed, fear clawed through his entire body. Yoonjo instinctively knew the reason this man had come. In his mind, an image formed of his father’s shabby figure and the well-dressed man standing before him, having a conversation.

“Lee Juho.”

“……”

“You know him, right?”

Silence was an affirmation. The man, smiling, continued.

“Lee Juho, that is, our Yoonjo’s dad, borrowed some money from ahjussi. About 190 million won.”

“……”

“But I can’t get in touch with him now. The interest keeps piling up every day, you see……. He’s crazy about gambling.”

“……What?”

Yoonjo reacted for the first time. The man licked his trembling pupils with his gaze.

“You didn’t know. Oh dear, how pitiful.”

His voice held not a single trace of pity.

“If I just win this one round, I can turn everything back to normal. A line you’ve heard a lot, right?”

Gambling? He had definitely said he was working, that he was on a boat so it would be hard to get in touch……. His mind twisted in confusion.

“Do you keep in touch with your dad?”

His lips, parted in shock, couldn’t produce an answer. The man, as if to hurry him, lifted his chin upwards.

“You have to answer. Ahjussi is asking.”

“……No.”

A voice thick with tears crawled on the floor. The man smiled with a languid face.

“That would be the case. He ran away, your father.”

“……”

“Abandoning such a pretty son like this.”

A firm thumb stroked his pale cheek. A chill ran down his spine, and goosebumps erupted all over his body. His vision blurred rapidly.

“So, baby.”

“……”

“You’re going to have to come with ahjussi.”

What he couldn’t hold back finally fell with a plop. As if feigning pity, the man’s eyes softened ever so slightly.

“Why are you crying, breaking ahjussi’s heart. Stop.”

“I— I’ll pay it back.”

“Hmm?”

The voice that answered trembled wretchedly.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to pay it back, so……. P-please don’t take me…….”

“Pay it back? How?”

What the words ‘come with me’ meant, Yoonjo was not ignorant of.

This current atmosphere, the mention of borrowed money, and the fact that the interest had grown because it wasn’t paid back. He couldn’t guarantee what would happen to him if he followed this man from here. Falteringly, he spat out whatever words came to mind.

“I- I’m working continuously, and I’ll repay you as soon as I get paid, so—”

“No.”

His words were cut short.

“That kind of chump change won’t even come close.”

“……”

“You know the saying, pouring water into a bottomless pit?”

His throat tightened. Tears flowed endlessly down the paths they had made below his eyelids, which drooped powerlessly.

“What can you do, this is reality. Ahjussi has to make a living too. You understand, right?”

As the hand holding his chin was released, Yoonjo’s head dropped like a marionette with its strings cut. The onslaught of terrible truths tore through his mind.

His father had gambled, had incurred debt, and had abandoned him, his son, and run away. The shock of this fact, which he had never even imagined, was immense, and he felt suffocated, as if someone were squeezing his windpipe.

The man, without taking his eyes off Yoonjo, held out his hand to a man standing nearby. As if he had been waiting, the person approached, took something out from his coat, and handed it over, and an order fell from the man’s lips.

“Grab him.”

The large-bodied men standing near the wall quickly approached and subdued Yoonjo in an instant. Yoonjo, who had been lost in thought, was startled by the force binding his limbs and struggled. The man twirled the syringe in his hand and smiled.

“You must be tired from work, right?”

“Let— let go……! Let me go……!”

The struggle was futile. The man who came closer grabbed the nape of Yoonjo’s neck and, with his teeth, popped the cap off the syringe, letting it fall to the floor.

“No need to be scared. You just have to sleep for a little while and wake up. Easy, right?”

“No, huuuh……. Please……. Please, huh……. Save me…….”

His bursting sobs were filled with terror. He begged desperately, but the man didn’t even pretend to listen. Not even a shred of sympathy could be found in the voice that followed.

“You know how to count, right? We’re going to count to three.”

The sharp needle mercilessly dug into his neck. Before he could even feel the stinging pain, the drug was pushed in, whoosh.

“One.”

His stomach churned. Along with dizziness, all strength drained from his body, and his vision spun. The man’s voice digging into his ear stretched out long.

“Two.”

At the man’s gesture, the men took a step back from Yoonjo. As the support disappeared, his limp body slumped forward. The man, as if praising the Yoonjo who had collapsed into his arms for being a good boy, gently stroked the back of his round head.

“Three.”

The world gradually lost its form. Jet-black darkness filled his vision, and raindrops fell below his eyes. His senses dulled and vanished without a trace.

Everything was heavy. His mind, his body, his heart, his eyelids.

“Sleep well, Yoonjo-ya.”

The window of consciousness closed.

For Yoonjo, happiness had disappeared long ago. It began when his father’s business started to falter.

Still, he had believed there would be a future, that the distant days to come would not be dark. He had endured and persevered thinking that. If nothing else, he believed the future would change depending on how he lived his present. He dreamed of a day when his family could gather in one place and eat a warm meal together.

But now, he couldn’t even do that anymore. With his reunion with the man as the turning point, everything had finally collapsed.

Everything. Completely.

The worst of the worst. There had been moments when he had wondered if it could get any worse than this. It could. He just didn’t know because he hadn’t experienced it. The worst he faced was far more cruel and ghastly than he had imagined.

Slowly, he managed to lift his heavy eyelids. His vision was hazy and out of focus, so he repeatedly closed and opened his eyes several times.

“You’re awake?”

His senses gradually sharpened, and a familiar voice dug into his ear. He didn’t want it to, but his mind quickly recognized the owner of that voice.

He slowly turned his head toward the sound. The moment he had wished was a dream was, regrettably, not a dream. The man, sitting on the sofa, was looking through some documents with his long legs crossed.

“Come and sit down if you’re awake. We still have things to talk about, you and I.”

His eyes met the man’s as he slowly raised his head. Yoonjo, who was staring quietly at that black gaze, was the first to look away and silently got up. At the same time, a wave of nausea washed over him.

“Ugh……”

He squeezed his eyes shut at the rising queasiness and suppressed the urge to vomit that was about to erupt. The queasiness led to dizziness. When he raised his hand to touch his forehead, something caught on it. Through his narrowed eyes, he saw the IV needle stuck in the back of his hand.

There was no hesitation in the hand that tore it out. The needle, pulled out carelessly, left a wound from which blood flowed. Yoonjo, unconcerned, forced himself out of the bed.

Until the moment Yoonjo, who had approached with difficulty, sat down on the sofa as if collapsing, the man took in Yoonjo’s every movement with his eyes. His black eyes were full of interest. The man, taking off the silver-rimmed glasses he was wearing, placed the bundle of documents he was holding on the table with a thud.

“Want some milk?”

“……I’m fine.”

The first voice he uttered was wretched. While Yoonjo cleared his throat, a person standing behind the man handed him a yellow file envelope. The man immediately extended what he had been given to Yoonjo.

“Want to open it?”

The tone was gentle, but it was clearly a demand. Yoonjo instinctively knew that what was inside that envelope was something that would drag him down to a rock bottom from which he could fall no further.

He couldn’t understand why this was happening to him. No, he didn’t want to understand. He wished it were all a dream, an excessively long nightmare. But all of this was reality.

Yoonjo only looked at the file envelope, unable to touch it. And the man did not rush or pressure Yoonjo. But his gaze alone was intense.

A sharp silence made a piercing sound. After a long standoff, Yoonjo slowly extended his arm.

The yellow file envelope gaped its maw wide and swallowed Yoonjo’s hand. The white paper being pulled out was packed with text. Yoonjo, with dull eyes, slowly read down the printed words.

Contract. The large letters written at the very top caught his eye. Below it, clauses were written in tiny print.

It was a contract that didn’t need to be read meticulously. Just a glance was enough to clearly understand its contents.

Keep your mouth shut,

Spread your legs,

Sell your smiles,

And repay the debt.

Yoonjo’s face, having roughly confirmed the contents, quickly hardened. His hands, tensed to hide his trembling, turned white.

“Finished reading? That was fast.”

The man smiled brightly.

“If you work here, you’ll pay off the debt in no time. I’ll make it so you can.”

“……”

“If you’ve read it all, stamp it.”

The man took something out from his coat and tossed it toward Yoonjo. It was the gesture of someone tossing a rotten fish to a starving stray cat. Yoonjo’s face, seeing what had fallen on the table, hardened coldly.

A black leather pouch. Without needing to take it out and look, he could tell what was inside it. Why was his personal seal, which he had hidden in the deepest part of his wardrobe at home, in that man’s hands?

“……What if I don’t stamp it?”

Sorrow, anger, unfairness, and agony filled the large eyes that were directed at the man. In contrast, the man was simply relaxed. Tapping his toes, the man tilted his head slightly.

“You’re not going to stamp it?”

“……”

“Fine, whatever. You don’t have to stamp it. That’s your freedom. But.”

The man’s expression changed in an instant. His mouth was still smiling, but his eyes were not. At the chillingly cold gaze, Yoonjo felt a suffocating terror.

The man leaned his upper body forward. His approaching hand tapped the contract.

“You won’t regret it?”

“……”

“By the time you do regret it, it will be long after it’s too late.”

The smile remained.

“This is as far as my mercy goes.”

Yoonjo could not stop him as he rose from his seat and approached him.

The man went behind the sofa where Yoonjo was sitting and placed both hands on his delicate shoulders. The large, heavy hands were hot. The pheromones he deliberately released constricted Yoonjo’s windpipe.

“There are many ways to get a stamp on a contract, you know. Among them, the ones ahjussi prefers are just two.”

A snake-like hand slithered down his upper body and took Yoonjo’s hand. As if admiring a beautiful jewel, the man looked at the white, thin hand and continued speaking.

“Recommendation, and threat.”

The voice was excessively close. Yoonjo stiffened his body and could only stare straight ahead, unable to even look back. His fear-stricken eyelids trembled.

“Ahjussi is making a recommendation to Yoonjo, not threatening you.”

“……”

“Threats only work on people who listen. Little kids like you don’t listen to things like that. It just has the opposite effect. And I don’t want that.”

The pheromones grew stronger and stronger. The pheromones pouring out right beside him made his head spin. Another hand reached out and wrapped around his slender wrist.

“What will you do? Will you end it with a recommendation, or……”

The man, pressing his lips to Yoonjo’s ear, whispered softly.

“Shall we go as far as a threat.”

“……”

“Ahjussi is fine with either. As long as our Yoonjo is okay with it, anything at all.”

The wrist caught in the man’s grip was so precarious it looked as if it would break at any moment. Yoonjo took intermittent, ragged breaths and lowered his eyelids.

My rock bottom, it hasn’t even arrived yet. It’s just beginning. His breath trembled.

“You have to answer, Yoonjo-ya. Ahjussi is asking.”

Firm fingertips tapped his wet cheek. The wrist, which had lost the supporting grip and dropped, was left with a bright red handprint.

“Hmm?”

He had crossed a river of no return. He was trapped in a place where he didn’t know where he was, what day it was, or whether it was night or day.

There was nothing he could do. A sense of futility settled on the face of one who had realized this powerlessness far too late.

A trembling hand grabbed the leather pouch. The man’s hand overlapped his, which kept missing its mark. A cheap plastic seal was forced into his hand by another’s will.

“Good boy.”

The end of the seal headed for the document.

“And smart.”

Next to the characters spelling out Lee Yoonjo, a crimson brand was stamped.

“Pretty, too.”

It was a scar that could not be washed away.

The moment he stamped the contract, Yoonjo felt as if a massive tsunami was crashing down on him.

He had crawled into the man’s clutches on his own two feet.

On the document, the man also drew his own signature. Won Kangho. That was the man’s name.

Won Kangho smiled with satisfaction. The languidly raised corners of his mouth were just like needles, Yoonjo thought.

And on that needle, he had been caught.

He could no longer go back. The needle was not pulling him up, but was dragging him down into the deep sea, into the abyss.

“Well then, we need to get ready now.”

The man, who had been stuck to him the whole time, pulled his body away and checked the watch on his wrist. At the incomprehensible words, anxiety swelled.

“Take him and get him ready.”

At the man’s single command, the shoulders quickly approached. The force binding his body, which had no strength to speak of, was excessively strong. It was useless even when he struggled.

“What the……! Let go, let me go……!”

“You have to listen well.”

Yoonjo’s pheromones flared up erratically. The man met Yoonjo’s eye level and gently stroked his hair. Even at the moment his world was collapsing, the man was smiling.

“See you later, baby.”

Resistance was meaningless. Yoonjo, who had succumbed to force, was dragged away somewhere, held by the shoulders. The man stood in that spot and just watched Yoonjo being dragged away.

Yoonjo, held by the men, passed through a maze-like space, this way and that. The hallway stretched on endlessly, and as time passed, his fear-stricken face turned from white to a deathly pale.

After a long while, the end of the path came into view. The men opened the door of the space located at that end and pushed Yoonjo inside as if throwing him. Inside, women dressed in neat hanboks were waiting with their hands gathered in front of them.

“What are you doing……. Let go! Don’t touch my body!”

Women of unknown identity approached and tried to undress Yoonjo. Unable to bear the surging terror, Yoonjo resisted, and someone silently approached from between the women. The women surrounding Yoonjo all bowed their heads toward him at once.

“You will have difficulty with the preparations by yourself.”

The lips of the woman dressed in a lavish hanbok were red. Yoonjo, gathering his disheveled clothes, glared at the woman. The woman of unknown identity glanced around once and then continued.

“This is the first time the Representative-nim has entrusted someone to us directly, so we need to pay some special attention. He mentioned that if there is any difficulty in helping with the preparations, it would be all right to use medicine.”

“……”

“Shall we prepare it?”

The woman was at ease. She looked as if she was certain that everything would proceed according to her will anyway. Facing her, a sense of powerlessness along with terror washed over him. His pearly white teeth bit down hard on his red lips.

He squeezed his eyes shut. His head dropped. It was the face of someone who had given up on everything.

“……Please, let me wash by myself at least.”

He scraped together his last bit of pride and asked. It was truly a plea. The woman, as if she had expected it, replied without a hint of hesitation.

“Understood.”

“……”

“We will be waiting outside the door, so if any problems arise, you may call us at any time.”

Led by the woman in the lavish hanbok, all those who had surrounded Yoonjo left the space. The sliding door closed, and all signs of life faded. Yoonjo collapsed onto the spot as if crumbling, along with a heavy sigh.

Yoonjo, who had been sitting blankly, belatedly and slowly looked around his surroundings. The bathtub, excessively large for one person to use, was filled to the brim with water, and flower petals were floating leisurely on top.

“……You damn bastard.”

A tear fell from beneath his trembling eyelids. The resentment toward the one person who filled his mind, Won Kangho, became water and fell. He was not ignorant of what it meant to prepare to ‘receive a guest’.

Escaping was impossible. Yoonjo, who quickly grasped reality, suppressed his emotions, swallowed them down, and forced himself to his feet. Although he felt no chill from the floor he stepped on with his bare feet, his body trembled as if a cold draft had seeped in. Shame and fear completely devoured Yoonjo.

Yoonjo took off his clothes only when he reached the front of the bathtub. His pale and shabby body was slowly submerged in water from the ankles up. Yoonjo closed his eyes and pushed his body, up to the top of his head, into the water.

Beneath the now-still surface, the emotions that had poured out swirled. He wished his breath would stop right then and there. But death was an excessively distant, and also fearsome, existence.

The gentle pressure and urging that tightened his windpipe pulled Yoonjo out of the tub. Yoonjo, who had dragged it out for a long time, quietly got up under the unspoken pressure.

He wrapped his body in a large towel that was hanging nearby and knocked on the door a couple of times. The women, who entered as if they had been waiting, quickly began the ‘preparations,’ and Yoonjo, as if resigned, stood quietly and received their touch. His thickly swollen eyelids were sorrowful.

“Drink.”

“……What is this.”

The tea in the teacup the woman offered shimmered. The corners of the mouth of the woman handing him the teacup were sharp.

“It is a tea that helps stabilize pheromones. It is dangerous for you to release pheromones like that here.”

“……”

“You seem to be nervous.”

After hesitating for a moment, Yoonjo soon accepted the teacup. A fragrant aroma rose abundantly from the yellowish tea. The suspicion was brief.

He swallowed the moderately warm tea in several sips. He handed the quickly emptied cup back to the woman, and Yoonjo followed the shoulders somewhere.

“He is waiting inside.”

He knew without being told who was waiting. He had said ‘see you later,’ so it must be that man, Won Kangho.

He bit his lip hard. He passed the shoulder who kindly opened the door for him and stepped into the large room. The door closed behind him.

The place he had entered was another location, different from where he had spoken with the man a little while ago.

A large bed and the golden drapes surrounding it, even the faint scent of scented candles. The moment he scrunched up his face at the nauseating interior, his lower abdomen tightened and his body collapsed forward.

“Agh……”

His stomach hurt so much. Pain raged as if his intestines were twisting this way and that, and his head spun. Yoonjo, collapsed on the floor, clutched his stomach and crawled on the floor.

His pheromones, which were already difficult to control, ran wild. Heat rose throughout his body, and he had a vision of his sight turning red.

The pain, which he had never experienced before, brought about terror. Tears quickly welled up in his fear-stricken eyes. A black shadow fell over Yoonjo’s body as he lay collapsed and groaning.

“Oh dear.”

A gaze brimming with tears followed the voice upward.

“You’ve been disliked.”

“Heuk……”

“Don’t worry. You’ll feel good soon.”

Won Kangho, who had appeared suddenly, spoke incomprehensible words. No, before he could even comprehend them, his body was floating in mid-air. The man, who had slung Yoonjo over his shoulder like a piece of luggage, hummed a tune as if he was enjoying himself.

“Hk, put… put me down……!”

“Shhh, stay still.”

Along with a threatening sound, a fire erupted on his buttocks. Each time the large hand kneaded the flesh of his cheek wantonly, a whimpering moan escaped from Yoonjo. The man’s muttering reached Yoonjo’s ear.

“There’s no meat on you elsewhere, but this part here is at least somewhat decent to look at.”

“Ught……”

“Was the tea to your liking?”

As he was set down on the bed, his head became even more dazed and relaxed. His vision spun, and his ears felt clogged as if he were underwater, so he couldn’t hear the man’s voice properly. Won Kangho climbed on top of Yoonjo and pulled off his own necktie. The long strip headed for Yoonjo’s wrists.

“You’ve come looking pretty.”

Won Kangho whispered an insidious voice into his small ear, tied his delicate wrists with the necktie, and pulled them upward to secure them to the headboard. Whether he even knew he was tied up, Yoonjo, with a loosened face, just fidgeted and curled his body.

Every time Yoonjo squirmed, the gown parted, revealing his pale skin. Not perfumed oil, but only Yoonjo’s pheromones completely filled the surroundings.

“You’re definitely a piece of work.”

“Eut……!”

“You smell so sweet. Did you know?”

A large hand started from his flat lower abdomen and moved upwards. His body trembled at the ticklish and small contact.

It’s unpleasant. It should rightly be unpleasant. But right now, Won Kangho’s touch was not unpleasant at all. It shouldn’t be, but his body was strange.

Even while thinking he shouldn’t, his body reacted sensitively to the stimulation. It was just his skin being caressed by a hand, but his rear was itching.

Ah, no way. A terrible thought flashed through his mind. Won Kangho took in all of Yoonjo’s ever-changing expressions with his eyes.

“Baby, Yoonjo-ya.”

Their lips touched briefly. Yoonjo stopped his fidgeting movements at the tingling sensation in his chest. This shouldn’t be happening. At least not with Won Kangho.

“Did you cry?”

“……”

“They’re strangely swollen.”

The tip of his thumb swept under Yoonjo’s eye. At the gentle touch, the tears he had finally held back burst forth. As if feeling sorry for him, the man clicked his tongue, tsk tsk.

“Why are you crying, breaking ahjussi’s heart.”

“Eu-eup……!”

“Ah, is it Representative-nim now?”

Won Kangho didn’t care about such things. The hand that had been sweeping his eyes came down and grabbed his chin. Just like that, his lips were devoured.

As if the previous kiss had been a joke, Won Kangho persistently explored the inside. The sensation of a squishy tongue digging in was only unfamiliar.

There was nowhere to retreat. His hands were bound, so he couldn’t even push the man away. Yoonjo squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the raw gaze that was looking down on him as if to devour him.

The feeling of their tongues brushing against each other was strange. His body, which knew no tricks, couldn’t even swallow the saliva that was coming over. What couldn’t pass down his throat flowed down the corners of his mouth. The choked sounds that kept bursting out all disappeared into the man’s mouth.

He was suffocating. His bound hands didn’t know what to do. The corners of the man’s lips, which were pressed against his, went up.

“No skills either. There’ll be a lot to teach.”

Unlike the completely disheveled Yoonjo, Won Kangho, except for having undone his tie, looked utterly neat. Resentment piled up in Yoonjo’s eyes as he looked at him.

“Did you get a good look at the structure? You’ll be staying for a long time, so you should take it all in well.”

His lips, stretching in satisfaction, drew a gentle curve.

“The name of the place where our Yoonjo will be working from now on is Hwayudam (花愉炎). It uses the characters for flower, joy, and beauty. A pretty name, isn’t it?”

The man’s fingertips wiped away the wetness from the corners of his eyes. He turned his head, not wanting to be touched, but it was within the man’s palm.

A rough hand grabbed his chin and forced their eyes to meet again. Resentment-filled brown eyes were directed at the man. Won Kangho’s eyes gleamed blackly.

“The people who seek Hwayudam have one purpose. Amusement. They are people who come in search of pleasure. They are wounded beasts, so they are very sensitive and sharp. You have to cater to that.”

“Bull, shit……”

“Bullshit. Yes, it might sound like that. But, Yoonjo-ya.”

Won Kangho had a very difficult way of saying that he would be selling his smiles and his body to make money. Tears, boiling with anger, flowed ceaselessly. The man’s hand gently caressed his cheek, which had become damp.

“Even if my words are bullshit.”

Beastly, jet-black eyes glinted sharply.

“As long as you’ve entered my world, you have to follow that bullshit.”

Sreuk, the gown’s tie, which came undone without resistance at even a small force, lost its utility. The body hidden within it was starkly revealed. The more he twisted his body, the more completely naked Yoonjo became.

“Because that is your place.”

A rough hand gently stroked the exposed body. It was just a touch, but his body, which received it as a great stimulus, gradually began to grow hot. At the sight of the pretty, pink member raising its head, Won Kangho let out a laugh.

“It’s not good when the medicine works too well, you know.”

“I don’t, want to. Please……. Please……!”

“Beg for a hundred days. I don’t know if I’ll show any mercy. Unless a hand flies off.”

As if talking about someone else, Won Kangho retorted Yoonjo’s words and bit down painfully on his lower lip. A drop of blood formed on the delicate flesh marked by his sharp teeth.

“I told you. The guests who visit Hwayudam are sensitive.”

A red tongue collected the blood that was redder than itself. The man’s eyes shone brightly after tasting the sweet blood.

Won Kangho’s face was filled with satisfaction. An omega, tied down and pinned beneath him. The sight of him, intoxicated by an aphrodisiac, crying while leaking pheromones, was truly stimulating.

It was a face that made one drool the more one looked at it. The fact that he was young and knew nothing, meaning there was much to teach, was actually more appealing.

“You won’t be using this from now on.”

“Heup!”

A thick hand flicked the stiffly erect member with its fingertips. At the unfamiliar sensation, Yoonjo squeezed his eyes shut and his body trembled. At some point, transparent pre-cum was trickling from the tip of his member. The hand, which had only been lightly touching, wrapped around the fully heated member like a snake.

Everything was a first. The unfamiliar and frightening sensations led Yoonjo to a high place. Won Kangho watched the one who was trembling violently with his head thrown back as if viewing a work of art.

The prettily shaped member wasn’t just small, but because the man’s hand was so large, its size seemed particularly small.

The man’s hand quickly became wet. The more he held the straight shaft and gently rubbed it, the more transparent fluid continued to flow from the small opening at the tip.

He pleaded several times to stop, but the man wouldn’t listen. He tormented him until just before ejaculation, then pulled his hand away right before he reached climax. The man, meeting the gaze full of resentment, laughed as if amused.

“Our Yoonjo.”

The hand, wet with bodily fluid.

“Has to receive guests with this, you see.”

“Ah, don’t touch…… Heuk!”

Headed for the secret opening between the mounds. At the touch that gently caressed the snugly closed slit, Yoonjo’s face was colored with shock. The breath that burst out was hot.

The back was thoroughly soaked with the transparent, slick fluid that had come from Yoonjo. Yoonjo was not ignorant of why that fluid was coming out. It was because of this alpha in front of him. To be precise, it was because of the pheromones he was intentionally emitting.

Won Kangho seemed to be enjoying that reaction. He spread the fluid that had trickled out widely around the area, teasing Yoonjo by almost, but not quite, digging into the opening.

A jet-black gaze was fixated on the omega before him as if to devour him. The jet-black eyes, as if they had swallowed the night, were filled with a strange desire to chew up and swallow the flushed cheeks right away.

Yoonjo thrashed his bound hands time and again, trying to break free. The more he did so, the more the necktie tightened around his wrists, refusing to let him go. Separate from his body growing hot with unfamiliar sensations, fear gradually swelled in size.

“Are you scared?”

The man laughed.

“What could you possibly be so scared of.”

“Ught……!”

His middle finger dug into the tightly closed hole. He thrashed his body at the sudden foreign object, but the force pressing down on his stomach was stronger. He felt no pain at all from his fiercely bitten lip.

“Shhh. Stay still.”

Won Kangho satisfactorily groped the inner walls that clung쫀득하게 [jjon-deuk-ha-ge/chewily, stickily] to his finger.

“Remember this well. Where and how to touch to make it feel good.”

“Hk, no, don’t……, ha-euk!”

One more finger pushed its way through the gap. Won Kangho’s fingers were larger and thicker than others. Each time a curved knuckle stimulated the area around the entrance, a path of tears opened on Yoonjo’s cheek.

Won Kangho prodded Yoonjo’s rear with great leisure and skill. Between the pale buttocks, transparent fluid flowed out profusely, making a graphic, squelching sound.

Each time a finger stabbed the inside of his inner wall, he choked as if his breath would give out. Won Kangho put more force into the hand that was pressing down on Yoonjo’s flat stomach. A pained breath burst from Yoonjo.

“Don’t hope for things like mercy. At least not when you’re receiving a guest.”

“Ha-euh, stop, heuk……. No, ah, no……!”

“Don’t say you don’t like it either. You have to be obedient.”

The sloppy, wet sounds rolled around on the wide bed. Won Kangho pushed one more finger into Yoonjo, who was intermittently letting out overwhelmed breaths. The tightly stretched hole, which had now expanded to accommodate three fingers, pursed around them.

“It’s, it’s going to tear……. Heuk……!”

“It’s pursing its lips saying it’s delicious, what do you mean it’s going to tear. Just relax.”

The fingers disappeared into the hole and then revealed themselves again and again. The neatly manicured fingertips poked and prodded the inner walls. Even while he was losing his mind from the continuous stimulation, his murderous intent toward the man boiled endlessly.

Won Kangho, who had forced him to sell his body, who had finally gotten his seal on the contract, and who was now taking his body, volunteering to be the first guest under the pretense of teaching him, seemed like he wasn’t the man he once knew.

No, could he even be said to have known him in the first place?

“Hk, eut……. Ah, please…….”

All he could do in this situation was beg and cry and hope for Won Kangho’s mercy. It was a shameful and horrific thing, but there was a limit to what Yoonjo, an omega, could do.

The fluid that flowed from between the hole trickled down the man’s arm and soaked even his elbow. The pre-cum that flowed from his fully erect member, as if he would ejaculate at any moment, dripped onto the back of the man’s hand.

Each time Won Kangho prodded his rear, pleasure built up layer by layer. Yoonjo found his body, which was nearing its climax, so very cursed. Moans continuously leaked from between his parted lips.

I don’t want to feel it. This was clearly rape. A sexual act that was forced, unwanted by one party. Feeling anything in this situation brought Yoonjo a sense of humiliation and shame.

“Roughly……”

His fingers dug deep inside in one go.

“Around here?”

“Ha-euk!”

His fingertips poked a certain spot on the inner wall. At the same time, white semen spurted from the tip of his pink member. The man’s hand that had been pressing on his lower abdomen was covered in Yoonjo’s traces.

At the intense pleasure he was tasting for the first time, his vision momentarily bleached white as if stars were popping. Watching Yoonjo feel it to the point of not being able to collect himself, Won Kangho smiled with satisfaction. The pale white body trembled as if convulsing.

“Eu, heu-eu-ah……. Kkeuk, heut…….”

“That’s it.”

Won Kangho, who had found the spot Yoonjo felt in one go, began to stimulate that area intensively. The sound of him prodding the hole with squelching noises was graphic. The tips of his toes curled tightly, and saliva he couldn’t swallow trickled out. The only sounds that came out were all moans.

His mind was hazy. It hadn’t been long since he had ejaculated, but with the relentless pouring of stimulation, he felt like he was going to go crazy. His body grew hotter and hotter, and even though he was naked, it was so hot he felt suffocated.

“Ah, I just, came……. Hik!”

His hands, bound by the dark blue necktie, had gone from pale white to having lost all their color. His head kept falling back, and his body, not knowing what to do, twisted this way and that, trembling violently.

The hand ravaging his rear, the force pressing on his lower abdomen to stimulate him. The afterglow of the recent ejaculation. All of it mixed together to create a pleasure of immense size. Yoonjo did not have the strength to withstand that unfamiliar sensation.

He couldn’t even say ‘stop’. What came out from between his parted lips was only saliva he couldn’t swallow and moans.

While Yoonjo was gasping in pleasure and suffering as if he would stop breathing at any moment, Won Kangho untied the necktie that was secured to the headboard and pulled the limp body toward him.

His buttocks touched the firm thighs. Won Kangho made Yoonjo put his arms around his neck, and then, biting his wet cheek, he called to him.

“Baby, Yoonjo-ya.”

Yoonjo, who still hadn’t come to his senses, couldn’t push him away. His completely dazed eyes turned to Won Kangho. The man’s eyes curved softly.

“I told you to watch and learn well, but our Yoonjo is just feeling it……”

“Heuk……. I- I’m sorry…….”

“You have to pull yourself together, hmm?”

Won Kangho had no intention of letting go of Yoonjo, who was instinctively begging for forgiveness.

A large hand cupped both of his heated cheeks at once. He liked the sight of him crying and having a fit every time he poked him.

“I’m going to put my tongue in, so try sucking on it.”

“Hk, eu-eup……!”

There was no time to answer. Won Kangho pushed his tongue all the way to the back of Yoonjo’s throat. It was a violent kiss that had no mercy. Won Kangho took in every detail of Yoonjo’s suffering figure, his two eyes squeezed shut, into his own.

“Eu-eung, eut…….”

The corners of Yoonjo’s eyes, as he sucked on the tongue, however clumsily, were red. From the tears that burst forth without end, the area around them had finally become raw. Yoonjo, without a moment to feel the stinging, panted, drunk on the heat. A spark momentarily flashed in the eyes of the man watching him.

A choking sound came out as his breath was cut off. The position, with his chin grabbed and pulled upward, was overwhelming. Tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes.

A hot, thick tongue ravaged every part of the inside of his mouth. The gluttonous sound of his breath being sucked in pooled in his wet earlobe. Yoonjo, with his arms wrapped around the man’s neck, just repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hands. Their ends trembled uncontrollably, regardless of his will.

“Agh……!”

His hair was grabbed and their lips parted. A bite mark was imprinted on the exposed white nape of his neck. At the sharp pain, his eyes, which had been half-dazed, regained their original appearance. A low laugh sounded sinister.

“Haha, fuck.”

“Ah, heu……. Ah, it hurts……!”

“Yoonjo-ya.”

A sweet scent trickled steadily from the inferior omega who didn’t know how to manage a single pheromone. The aura of the alpha who was chasing that faint scent was gloomy.

A chillingly low voice was heard near his ear. As if he had become a herbivore in front of a beast of prey, all of Yoonjo’s movements stopped. The man whispered into the ear of Yoonjo, who was busy taking shallow breaths.

“Why did you have to get caught by me of all people. How unlucky.”

It seemed like there was a sound of something collapsing with a crash.

“Our Yoonjo, your life is fucked.”

A hot, thick tongue slowly licked over the wound where blood had pooled. The hand that had been gripping his hair effortlessly untied the knot of the necktie that had been constricting his delicate wrists.

“What can you do. This is your fate.”

“Heu-eut……”

“Don’t resent Representative-nim too much.”

The fingers that had been filling the hole slipped out in an instant. Won Kangho took his hand away from the waist he had been holding, and as the supporting force disappeared, the powerless body collapsed quickly. The man climbed on top of Yoonjo, who had fallen onto the bed as if collapsing with a thud.

Won Kangho trapped Yoonjo between his legs and unbuckled his pants. Yoonjo’s panicked face turned white. The man, with a face that knew no shame, pulled out his ominously erect member.

“You’ve never sucked a man’s cock before, have you?”

The thing that popped out, twitching, brushed against his wounded lips. It was so excessively large and dark red that he wondered if it could even be called a human’s member, its color and shape were that grotesque.

The face that had turned white quickly flushed red again. It was the first time he was seeing another’s member. And so close, at that.

The distinctive scent of a male hit him with a rush. Yoonjo, understanding what the position implied, thrashed his legs. The force binding his hands was excessively strong.

“You have to open your mouth.”

Won Kangho, pressing hard on the side of Yoonjo’s jaw, pushed his member, the size of a child’s forearm, between the forcibly parted lips. The member that instantly filled his mouth was excessively large and hot.

“If you use your teeth, I’ll pull them all out, so keep that in mind.”

“Uwoop……!”

His jaw, opened to its limit, trembled. Pooled tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He was suffocating. He tried fidgeting his hands, but it was all just wiggling. Even as Yoonjo choked and let out rough coughs, the man did not pull back his body but instead growled.

“I told you to open your mouth.”

He had a small mouth to begin with. Because of that, even when he opened it to its limit, he couldn’t take in even half of the man’s member. More and more heat rushed to his face.

It was miserable. His jaw hurt as if it would dislocate, and at the same time, anger boiled within him. He had never imagined he would end up with a man’s member in his mouth like this. Even if he had, it would not have been forced like this.

He loathed the man named Won Kangho, who had driven him into this situation, to the point of madness. The fluttering feelings he had once felt for him were nowhere to be found. Now, only rage welled up. In this moment, the man named Won Kangho was nothing more than a demon who had grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him into the fires of hell.

“You’re not listening……”

“Keck, kkeuk…….”

A hand pinched his small nose shut. Won Kangho did not miss the chance when Yoonjo instinctively opened his mouth to breathe, and completely blocked it with his member.

The member, smeared with transparent saliva, moved in and out between the red lips. Each time it poked his throat, he gagged. If there was one fortunate thing about being forced, it was that the pain in his jaw was dulled thanks to the dizziness from suffocation.

Only the sounds of him gagging and suffering, the sloppy sound of wet saliva, and the faint sound of the sheets wrinkling filled the space.

At the overwhelming difference in strength, Yoonjo felt powerless. It was something he had never felt before. It was a feeling as if his entire being was collapsing.

Wouldn’t it be better to just die? It seemed like it would be less painful to have all his organs removed and sold, and his empty body put in cement, hardened, and thrown into the sea, than this.

When his father’s business collapsed, and when he heard the news that his mother had ended her life by suicide. The pain he felt then was very different. He had thought it was better for the body to hurt than for the heart to ache, but now that he was actually experiencing it, it wasn’t necessarily so.

“You have to hold on to your sanity.”

“Ke-euk……”

His mind grew distant. Just before his eyes rolled back and he blacked out, the thing that had been filling his mouth was suddenly pulled out. Air rushed in, and he burst into a fit of insane coughing.

“You’ll have to practice sucking cock some more, Yoonjo-ya.”

“Cough, keck……. Cough cough cough!”

“Utterly hopeless.”

The thing that had been heavily pressing on his chest disappeared. Soon, his arm was pulled, and his upper body was dragged up. His exhausted body could not resist even once.

Yoonjo helplessly gave his everything to Won Kangho. Not only did he lack the strength to refuse, but Yoonjo, who had learned that resisting any further would only intensify the pain, gave up on everything and just wished for this horrific act to end as quickly as possible.

As if it were his own space, Yoonjo meekly opened his mouth for Won Kangho, who was ravaging the inside of it. A single tear fell from his now-empty eyes.

Someday, in the distant future, the day will come when I will get my revenge on him. While kissing Won Kangho, who had thrown filth on his future, Yoonjo made a vow for his lost future. No longer was Won Kangho Yoonjo’s first love. He didn’t want to tarnish even the word ‘first love’.

“You have to close your eyes.”

Won Kangho whispered, their lips still pressed together. His brown eyes stared at the man.

“Hmm? Yoonjo-ya.”

A thick finger pierced his rear once again. His lips trembled. The arm that held his waist tightly, Won Kangho who was clinging to his lips as if to tear them apart, the door visible beyond his back. Yoonjo took it all in with his eyes before quietly lowering his eyelids.

“That’s right, good boy.”

“……”

“You’re pretty, our Yoonjo.”

Their breaths mixed once again. With Yoonjo sitting on his thighs, Won Kangho prodded the rear of the one in his arms and pushed his tongue into his mouth.

His limp arms were placed on the broad, firm shoulders by another’s will. Won Kangho sucked noisily on his lower lip, where blood had formed from a sharp canine.

“Eut……”

A moan leaked out at the sharp, tingling pain. A tongue, carrying the scent of blood, licked the wound.

“After prodding the rear like this for a while.”

The hand that had been fiddling with the area around the hole, swollen from stimulation, pulled away. His body, which had collapsed, overwhelmed by the sensations, was leaning completely against Won Kangho.

Something hard and hot touched the top of his loosened hole. His startled body stiffened. He was not given a chance to look back.

“This is how you take a guest’s cock.”

“Ah, a-agh……!”

“It would hurt if you’re not properly loosened up, right?”

His head snapped back at the tremendous pain he was experiencing for the first time. It felt as if a great pillar of fire was splitting his body in two. Even as Yoonjo’s body trembled from the immense shock, Won Kangho did not stop his movements.

Yoonjo gripped the man’s shirt tightly. He looked so desperate that his red fingertips turned white. His breath caught in his throat, as if he would pass out at any moment. His nails left deep marks on his palms.

It hurts. It hurt so much that he felt like he would faint. No, he would rather faint.

Yoonjo, who had hastily come to his senses, pushed frantically at the man’s chest, but it was useless. The member continued to pierce the inside, and was forcing its way in, parting even the places his fingers had not been able to reach.

A large hand gently swept across the back of Yoonjo, who was choking and unable to breathe properly. From a certain point on, Yoonjo had been unable to even breathe properly.

“Shhh……. You have to breathe.”

Alpha pheromones of a thick concentration washed over Yoonjo. Won Kangho’s pheromones held a green color and scent, as if one had entered a forest.

“Heu-ah……. No, eut!”

“Mmm, you’re doing well. You’re pretty, Yoonjo-ya.”

Yoonjo, hugging the man’s neck, hastily covered his mouth and nose with his hands. But it was already too late.

The cool pheromones filled his lungs. His body, which had been stiff with pain, relaxed softly, and transparent fluid trickled from his stimulated rear.

Both of them clearly felt the inner walls twitching. The breath that the fully heated omega exhaled was hot.

Won Kangho’s face was filled with satisfaction. An omega who had become aroused after being drenched in his pheromones. Had there ever been a time as satisfying as this?

As if there was no need to rush, Won Kangho, with the face of a very leisurely predator, intended to take everything from Yoonjo. The member forcing its way through the narrow path was still as formidable as ever.

Even knowing that the one violating him was Won Kangho, Yoonjo clung to him as if by instinct. The more he did so, the deeper the insertion became. Won Kangho held the convulsively trembling body tightly and planted kisses on his exposed nape.

“S-stop……. My, my stomach feels like it’s going to burst……”

“You’re biting down on it saying you like it, so what do you mean, stop.”

“Ah! Don’t, don’t touch, hik!”

His fingertips groped the hole that was stretched to its limit. His rear, which seemed like it couldn’t stretch any further, miraculously did not tear and bit down deliciously on Won Kangho’s member.

Won Kangho snatched Yoonjo’s chin, who couldn’t even breathe properly. Their lips met as if it were a natural sequence of events. Yoonjo, like a trained animal, obediently opened his mouth.

Breath flowed between their lips. Even while breathing life into him, Won Kangho did not stop the hand that was fiddling with his rear.

His rear, stretched taut without a single wrinkle, was bound to be pretty even without looking. The rising corners of his mouth clearly revealed the man’s mood.

“I haven’t even put it all in yet, what am I going to do if you’re already this tired, Yoonjo-ya.”

“N-no……. I feel like I’m going to die, kkeuk……!”

“No one has ever died from sex. At least not in this place.”

“Heu-eu-euk……”

“You’re doing well. Hang in there.”

His lips touched his cheek. His attitude was like that of someone handling a precious doll. While gently stroking his buttocks, Won Kangho did not stop the act of pushing his cock in.

The member that pushed in without end was overwhelming. It felt as if the man’s thing would pop out of his throat. Even amidst the agony, his body, steeped in pheromones, welcomed the uninvited guest ravaging his nether regions.

The softly relaxed inner walls squeezed the member tightly. After ceaselessly parting the inside and pushing his way in, a long breath escaped from Won Kangho, who had finally pushed all of himself in after a long while. Won Kangho adjusted his hold on Yoonjo and laid him on the bed. The sight of him, thoroughly soaked in tears, aroused sadism.

“Haha, fuck.”

Was it because he had burst into tears from the pain? Various parts of his body, sprawled on the bed, were red. Won Kangho reached for the reddest of them, his nape. A large hand wrapped around the slender neck, holding Yoonjo’s life in his palm. Slowly, slowly, the member began to move in and out.

“Ah, n-no, heuk……. No……!”

Just as it seemed the member was pulling out, it rammed deep inside with a thud. A choked-off moan burst from Yoonjo, who couldn’t even make a sound and just gasped.

Yoonjo trembled, his mouth agape. The slowly blooming pleasure was terrifyingly stimulating. His heated body accepted the stimulation the man was pouring onto it as something pleasant.

“Heuk, keck……”

Heat rushed to his face. Yoonjo grabbed the wrist of the man who was gripping his neck and looked up pleadingly. Won Kangho, while meeting Yoonjo’s eyes, neither stopped his movements nor removed the hand gripping his neck.

The heat that filled his stomach slowly spread throughout his body. In his shaking vision, the man’s face repeatedly blurred and then came into focus.

Ah, I don’t think I can take it anymore. This was the limit. His consciousness flickered at the sensation of it moving in and out of his rear and his tightening windpipe. His amber eyes slowly began to roll back. Nail marks were engraved on the man’s wrist.

“Hk, breath, kkeuk……. Ke-ek!”

Suddenly, the hand let go, and air rushed in all at once as if he had been pulled out of water. Along with the coughs, tears also burst forth.

Even while Yoonjo was coughing painfully, Won Kangho did not stop his thrusting movements. His buttocks, which had been only white, were flushed red with stimulation, and the hole, which had been pursing softly, was stretched to its limit and enthusiastically welcomed the invasion of the member.

The fluid that flowed from his rear helped the man’s movements become smoother. Yoonjo’s moans were added to the squelching sounds, and they rolled around on the bed.