Come Looking for Flowers Chapter 1.2 - Waves

“Heugh, ple, ase……. Stop, ahngh!”

“Beg me. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get softhearted and grant your wish.”

“No, huaah……. Ugh……!”

“You have to beg a little more desperately, hm?”

Dreadfully, the feeling of imminent ejaculation began to swell up. The disgusting body was so vulnerable to stimulation. It was partly because this was the first time he had ever received proper stimulation, and partly because his body was heated from the tea a woman named Nia had given him and the pheromones the man had been emitting.

Yoonjo had never had any particular complaints about his own traits, except for having to take suppressants. And at this very moment, for the first time since birth, Yoonjo resented that he had presented as an Omega.

To think he was getting hard in the front and wet in the back while a man fucked him from behind. Something he had never even imagined was happening to him right now.

The thought could not last long. The pleasure that had been climbing step by step finally reached its peak.

Semen burst from the tip of his penis and scattered across his pale stomach. Won Kangho, who had stopped his movements, covered the area with his hand. He spread the thick fluid over the stomach.

“You said you didn’t want it, yet you came.”

“Heuk…….”

At the call, his swollen eyes turned toward Won Kangho. The man, smiling mischievously, whispered.

“You need to be a little more honest.”

“…….”

“Who would believe you if you say you don’t want it while you’re dripping from both your front and back?”

Won Kangho, smiling with his teeth showing, looked genuinely delighted. Yoonjo’s face contorted with shame and anger. The sobs that had burst out sorrowfully continued without end.

“You should smile, Yoonjo-ya.”

The hand that had been spreading the semen moved up and pulled at the corners of Yoonjo’s tightly sealed lips. Watching the ridiculous sight of him crying and smiling, the man laughed as if he was enjoying himself.

“Look at this. You’re even prettier when you smile.”

He couldn’t properly hear what he was saying. Due to the force pressing down on his stomach, Yoonjo’s head flew back. A chuckling laugh escaped from the man who was gnawing on his exposed jawline.

The man swiftly flipped over his disoriented body. He still had the penis inside him from behind. The sensation of the penis scraping against his inner walls as it turned made his inner thighs tremble violently.

“Heuu…….”

The ceiling and the man’s face that had filled his vision disappeared, and only a white sheet remained.

The sensations were overwhelming. Yoonjo sobbed, rubbing his wet cheeks and his lower parts against the soft fabric. Won Kangho mounted him from on top, as if to crush him.

He didn’t put his full weight on him, but the sense of pressure alone was enough to suffocate him. Won Kangho had the man beneath him completely bound. He hooked his feet around his slender ankles and grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed as if pressing them down. Just like a taxidermied specimen, unable to move an inch, the penis began to move in and out of him again.

“Ah! Ugh, heuk……. Haa, no, hik!”

“You take it so well, my Yoonjo.”

His fingers and toes couldn’t stay still, curling inward. Red marks were scattered all over the nape of Yoonjo’s neck, where the man had tormented him.

The more he struggled, the deeper the penetration became. It felt like his rear was going to tear, no, burst. He tried to somehow escape, gasping and sobbing, but it was all in vain. It only made the binding force stronger.

The sheet beneath his groin was soaked. It was all because of the bodily fluids that came from Yoonjo. There was no room for shame. Just taking the penis that was hitting his inner walls and strongly stimulating his insides was overwhelming enough.

“You’re going to get dehydrated, really. Leaking so much from top and bottom.”

“Huaa, st, stop, heuk…….”

“Sometimes you need to be honest, Yoonjo-ya. Why do you keep lying, hm?”

You’re enjoying this right now too. The words, mixed with a cackling laugh, were cruel.

A clear fluid dripped from the tip of his pink penis. Not long after, a white, cloudy liquid burst out, tuduk. Overcome by the rushing pleasure, his delicate body trembled as he climaxed. It was a climax he had lost count of, and he couldn’t even open his eyes properly.

Suddenly, the weight pressing down on his body was gone. Is it over now? Just as he was about to feel relieved by the fading body heat, Won Kangho’s firm chest touched his back, and an arm slid between the crooks of his knees, lifting his limp body.

The man forcefully sat the body he was holding onto his own with a loud thud. The thing filling him reached a place so deep that his body trembled violently.

“Did you think it was over? The CEO isn’t done yet.”

“Ha-euh, ah! No, way……! Hik!”

Because his own weight was now fully applied, the penis reached a place it hadn’t been able to reach until now. Every time Won Kangho moved his arms, the body hanging from them jolted. The thick head of the penis pounded deep inside his inner walls.

Even breathing was a struggle, so his head kept falling back. The back of his head touched a firm shoulder. His sweat-soaked brown hair swayed with the man’s movements.

The sensation of being pierced from below was more vivid than that of his earlobes being gnawed on. His inner walls squeezed the man’s penis tightly.

His dangling toes pointed and then curled. The obscene, splashing sound further heightened the excitement.

“Heueup, th, huaa……. Strength, heuk…….”

“Ha, fuck.”

Along with the curse, the movements that had been thrusting up forcefully several times came to a stop. Yoonjo, who had reached another climax with Won Kangho, had nothing come out of his penis.

Won Kangho pulled the body, trembling in a daze of sensation, into a tight embrace as if to crush him. Held in that embrace, Yoonjo swiftly lowered the shutters of his consciousness.

Like being submerged in water, all sounds echoed with a humming drone. The sound seemed to tickle his ears, then suddenly became quiet, then pierced his ears painfully with a clamor, then gently enveloped his earlobes.

His whole body was as heavy as waterlogged cotton. His eyelids, his fingers, his lips were all heavy. His eyelids felt hot, as if he had a fever.

“……a little d……ficult.”

“Wh…… is he…….”

By his head, unidentifiable voices were conversing among themselves. He couldn’t understand a single word they were saying.

A hand touched his body. Yoonjo hated so much that someone, he didn’t know who, was touching him.

He wanted to tell them to take their hand away, but his lips wouldn’t part. When he struggled and strained to open his mouth, he would get exhausted and be dragged back into slumber.

His consciousness surfaced and sank back into the abyss over and over again. It felt like he had dreamed and not dreamed at the same time. After wandering between dream and reality so many times, he couldn’t distinguish what was what.

How much time had passed like that? Finally, he was able to lift his eyelids. His vision, slowly revealing itself, was blurry. Only after blinking several times could he see in front of him.

The ceiling he looked up at was unfamiliar. At least, it wasn’t the yellowish ceiling of the house where Yoonjo originally lived.

Where am I. He slowly closed and opened his eyes, retracing his memory.

He had finished his night shift and returned home, then met a man, was drugged, and dragged here. After that, the rape-like sex, his consciousness fading in and out. The damp bedding and even the sensation of the penis filling his rear until that final moment when he lost his mind.

Recalling all of it, Yoonjo closed his eyes again. What he thought was a nightmare was reality. The throbbing, dull pain flaring up from all over his body was proof of it.

Yoonjo opened his eyes again after a long while. He had no strength to turn his head, so he just breathed softly, saeksaek. In that short moment, his eyes, which had become thoroughly wet, turned toward his own hand.

The first thing he saw was the line connected to the back of his hand. At its end was an IV bag.

Yoonjo had never had any dealings with hospitals in his entire life. The old days when he would shake everything off and get up after a few days, no matter how sick he was, felt like a lie. In the short time since he had been dragged here, this was already the second time he was receiving an IV drip.

Tears welled up from the surging sorrow. He couldn’t hide the sound of swallowing his sobs. The tears that finally escaped pooled in his earlobe.

While he was gulping down his bursting sobs with a heuk-heuk sound, he heard the sound of dress shoes approaching from a distance. The door seemed to open next, and then someone approached and stood nearby. A familiar face came into his field of vision.

Won Kangho was, as always, impeccably dressed in a pitch-black suit today. Smoke rose from the end of the cigarette held between his lips.

Looking at him, Yoonjo bit his lip hard, squeezed his eyes shut, and swiftly turned his head away. He didn’t want to see the man right now. He felt that if he opened his mouth, resentment would pour out.

“Lee Yoonjo.”

However, even averting his gaze was not permitted for Yoonjo. His chin was grabbed, and his face was pulled. Under the strong force that felt like it would crush his face, Yoonjo painfully furrowed his brow. When he finally opened his eyes, the distance to the man he faced was far too close.

The cheeks of the man holding the cigarette hollowed out. The man, who had sucked on the filter, abruptly closed the distance. Hoo-uk, the exhaled cigarette smoke poured onto his pale face.

“Don’t look away without my permission.”

The man, along with a sinister warning, forcefully pushed the cigarette he was smoking into Yoonjo’s lips. His low voice contained a subtle killing intent.

“This is the last warning. Next time, there will be no mercy.”

A large hand tapped his cheek, tuk tuk. The red ember at the end of the cigarette shortened its length.

The man’s warmth lingered on his cold skin. Won Kangho, who had left the warning, leisurely exited the room, and Yoonjo, left alone, couldn’t even flinch at the sound of the door closing.

“Heuu…….”

The cigarette, caught on his chapped lips. Yoonjo didn’t even have the strength to remove it. All he could do was let out a suppressed sob.

Why not just kill me. Cut open my stomach, take out my organs, sell them all off, and sink the body in the sea. Why did you keep me alive.

Resentment sparked a flame. The completely burnt-out future crumbled whitely, like cigarette ash.

It was a few more days later that Yoonjo got out of bed.

He had never been this sick even when he worked day and night with little sleep, but the aftermath of the rape-like sex was bigger than he had thought.

In those few days, Yoonjo’s face had become noticeably haggard. It was a given that he had lost weight, and his whitely chapped lips had lost their vitality.

The place where Yoonjo had been bedridden for days was a small room. It had a small, attached bathroom, and a bed, a small nightstand, and a single wardrobe were all the furniture there was.

Where on earth is this place. The thought that he was trapped made his anxiety reach its peak. But he didn’t have the courage to go out that door. He felt as if a terrible reality would be waiting for him if the door opened.

It was then that he heard a knock. Yoonjo, who had been sitting curled up on the bed, cautiously approached the door at the incessant knocking. Mr. Lee Yoonjo. He heard an unfamiliar voice calling his name from beyond the door.

“The CEO is looking for you.”

The first thing he heard upon opening the door was that Won Kangho was looking for him. Yoonjo’s eyes filled with wariness.

“……Why?”

“Let’s just go for now.”

Questions were not allowed. Nor were choices given. He just had to do as he was told.

The man who had pulled the slightly ajar door wide open stepped aside. It was a gesture to come out.

He bit his lip. Hasn’t he tormented me enough, why is he calling for me again for? Recalling the moment vividly etched in a corner of his memory, Yoonjo’s face gradually hardened.

Instead of rebellion, Yoonjo chose compliance. A man who had spoken walked in front of Yoonjo as he silently exited the room, and two men with broad shoulders followed behind him as if monitoring him.

In the long, stretched-out corridor, doors were packed tightly on both sides. A dormitory? Or a prison? How many people are trapped in this crazy place? Yoonjo hurriedly shook off the scene he couldn’t dare to imagine from his mind.

The elevator carrying Yoonjo and the men quickly went up. Only the sound of the machine moving filled the silence. No one in the elevator opened their mouths.

The elevator, having reached the very top floor, expelled the people inside. Yoonjo followed the man. After a short while, a grand door blocked their path.

“He is waiting inside.”

The words gave him déjà vu. As if not giving him even a moment to hesitate, the tightly closed door opened as soon as the man’s words ended. A bright light poured out.

Pushed inside, Yoonjo faced the deep blue sky beyond the glass wall that filled one side of the room. It was the first time he had seen the outside scenery since coming here. No, he hadn’t seen the sky since the moment all his hopes began to be trampled, so it was no exaggeration to say it had been years.

Yoonjo was busy working and earning money every day. During all that time, he had never looked up at the sky. Even if he raised his head, only pitch-black darkness would fill his vision.

“Baby, have you come? How is your body?”

The man, with the clear sky at his back, spoke in a soft voice. Only then did Yoonjo look at the man instead of the sky. He clenched the hand he had dropped at his side into a tight fist.

This man has the world at his feet. The newly felt position of Won Kangho weighed down on Yoonjo’s shoulders.

“What are you doing standing there. Not coming closer.”

Today, too, the man had his hair slicked back in a pomade hairstyle and was perfectly dressed in a three-piece suit. The office, resembling its owner, was enormous in size.

As if asking when he had ever acted like a beast, the man sat behind a large wooden desk where a golden nameplate was placed, looking at the piles of documents on the desk with a refined and restrained demeanor.

Their eyes met through the glasses the man wore. A smile formed on his handsome lips.

“Hurry up.”

“…….”

“When I call, you should come and sit.”

Hm? The face that asked back was full of amusement. Yoonjo’s face, facing him, was simply emotionless.

Won Kangho pushed his chair back slightly and patted his thigh. It was an attitude as if calling a dog.

A dog that runs over immediately when called, panting and smiling. What the man wanted was the sight of him wagging his tail.

Their eyes met from a distance. The man crossed his long legs and looked at Yoonjo with interest, while Yoonjo stood stock-still, enduring his gaze.

The two were silent for a long time. It was Won Kangho who broke it.

Won Kangho, who had been tapping his foot, stood up. The man’s eyes as he strode closer were like those of a predator in front of its prey.

Ten steps. Five steps. Two steps. Right in front. The louder the sound of the dress shoes, the more Yoonjo’s body froze. Won Kangho’s gaze never left Yoonjo, and bound by that gaze, Yoonjo couldn’t move an inch.

An alarm bell rang in his head. His mind screamed at him to run, but his body wouldn’t listen. Despite that loud noise, he only managed to take a single step back. And then.

“Ugh!”

“Why are you so disobedient……”

His hair was grabbed by the roots, and he collapsed to the floor. His knee hurt from hitting it hard, but the pain of his scalp feeling like it would be torn off was greater.

“Let, let go—”

Click— Along with the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened, something hot and thick touched his lips, which couldn’t finish their words. The man’s scent suddenly hit him—it was Won Kangho’s penis.

His startled eyes looked up. Won Kangho grinned and pressed Yoonjo’s face against his crotch. The man’s voice, as he subtly released his pheromones, was coercive.

“In all my life, I’ve never come out to greet a plaything before.”

“…….”

“What are you doing. You need to receive your guest.”

His mouth was forced open by the rough pressure on both his jaws. Into that gap, Won Kangho pushed his penis.

His jaw was stretched to its limit by the thing forcing the gap open. Won Kangho, even seeing Yoonjo’s face contort in pain, did not let go of the hair he had a hold of.

The man’s distinctive body odor filled his nostrils. He hastily pushed at the man’s thigh to get away, but it was a futile act. Soon, the plump flesh filled his mouth completely.