Come Looking for Flowers Chapter 2.1 - Polar night

No time was given to respond. The man was domineering, and Yoonjo had no choice but to obey. A gloomy yet languid voice fell from above his head.

“Open your mouth wider.”

“Ugh…”

“You’ve done this before, so why pretend it’s your first time?”

The thick glans struck the tender flesh around his throat repeatedly. Even though Yoonjo opened his mouth as wide as his trembling jaw allowed, the excessively large organ couldn’t be fully swallowed.

With merciless thrusting, the corner of his mouth finally tore. Yoonjo, barely registering the pain, struggled desperately to breathe. His flailing hand grazed the man’s thigh.

“I said, open it wider.”

Even though Yoonjo had stretched his mouth to its limit, the man seemed dissatisfied. A large hand clamped down on his nose.

With no way to breathe, his mouth instinctively opened wider. But even that small gap was not permitted by Won Kangho.

His eyes reddened, tears welling up. A gaze filled with resentment shot toward Won Kangho, laced with hatred. His hands, gripping the man’s firm thighs as if to hold onto his slipping consciousness, tightened.

“Can’t you behave a little more obediently?”

“Ugh, ugh…!”

“You keep bristling, but don’t you realize you’re the one who gets hurt?”

The voice was gentle. No, only the voice was gentle. The tone and cadence were utterly mismatched with the violent act. Yoonjo loathed Won Kangho, who treated him like a tool for self-pleasure while feigning kindness, with every fiber of his being.

The coarse pubic hair brushed against his nose repeatedly. The organ filled the depths of his throat. Exhausted, Yoonjo gave up struggling and obediently kept his mouth open, accepting the man.

Was this why he’d been summoned here? Or was this punishment for not listening earlier? Either way, Yoonjo had no desire to understand him. Every word and action from the man was incomprehensible.

A tear finally rolled down, falling to the floor. The sound of the wet intrusion in his mouth and the intermittent gasps of pained breathing enveloped them both.

The torn corner of his mouth stung, and his vision spun. The strength in his hands, barely holding onto the man’s thighs, drained away. His limp hand fell, barely grasping the man’s shoe.

“Ugh…!”

Won Kangho’s relentless thrusting finally stopped. His organ, buried deep inside, caused Yoonjo’s throat to swell unnaturally for a moment. A vile liquid surged down his esophagus.

“Urk, hack! Cough…!”

“The more I look, the better you are…”

The thing filling him withdrew abruptly, and air rushed in. Harsh coughing erupted.

As Yoonjo clutched his throat, trying to catch his breath, Won Kangho grabbed his hair and dragged him without mercy. Even as Yoonjo let out pained cries, the callous man paid him no heed.

“Ahh!”

His body was flung under a desk. With bloodshot eyes, Yoonjo glared at Won Kangho.

Loosening his constricting tie, Won Kangho let out a long breath. A languid smile played on his lips.

“What are you staring at?”

Sitting in a chair, he grabbed Yoonjo’s hair again, pulling him toward his crotch. The organ, slick with saliva, slapped Yoonjo’s face.

“Suck it yourself before I shove it in.”

The gaze looking down was arrogant.

“My patience isn’t that long, Yoonjo.”

Yoonjo knew it too. At this point, pride meant nothing.

But still, shouldn’t a human being at least have some limits? His body trembled with rage and shame.

Suppressing the sobs threatening to burst out, he extended a trembling hand. It was something he didn’t want but had to do. At least to walk out of here intact.

His slender hand grasped the organ. His lips parted slowly, taking in the dark red glans. A bitter scent overwhelmed him.

This time, Won Kangho didn’t act with crude violence. He stroked Yoonjo’s cheek, as one might pet a dog, with his thumb, his gaze never leaving him.

The monstrous thing was too much for one hand. Yoonjo, holding the base with both hands, lowered his eyes and moved his head back and forth. The torn corner of his mouth stung with every brush of flesh, but it was nothing compared to his ravaged throat.

The man leaned back comfortably in the chair, observing the entire scene. Watching the omega, tears brimming in his eyes, suck him off, a sadistic thrill stirred in him.

“Swallow it deeper.”

“…”

“You just did it. Take it in this far.”

The man’s fingertip tapped the middle of Yoonjo’s throat. Hesitating briefly, Yoonjo slowly, deliberately pushed the organ deeper into his mouth. His face contorted further.

Doing it himself revealed his limits. His ruined throat throbbed, and his already stretched mouth couldn’t open any wider.

“Ugh…”

A familiar scent grazed his nose, drawing a moan from Yoonjo. The pheromones Won Kangho began to release subtly pooled deep within him. As he tried to spit it out in surprise, his hair was grabbed.

“Where do you think you’re spitting?”

The man’s pheromones were fresh, like stepping into a forest. Yoonjo wanted to think of it as foul, but it was far too fragrant. The pheromones of the man who’d dragged his life into ruin, stolen his future, were disgustingly sweet.

“When will you learn, Yoonjo?”

Won Kangho slipped a finger between Yoonjo’s overstretched lips, pressing down on the sensitive spot beneath his tongue. As Yoonjo’s tongue moved to avoid it, it wrapped around the organ. Satisfaction spread across Won Kangho’s face.

“That’s it, use your tongue. Open your throat. I taught you before.”

Saliva dripped down. Yoonjo, face flushed, looked up at Won Kangho with pained eyes. The man remained merciless.

“Do it properly, and I’ll let you go after this. If I’m not satisfied, I’ll bend you over and take you right here. I’m not picky about the place.”

The devil smiled.

“By the way, my office is open to everyone. Including you.”

As if the organ were invading his rear, Won Kangho’s finger ravaged Yoonjo’s mouth. Sticky, wet fluid seeped between his lips.

“Open your throat.”

“Urk…!”

The hand rummaging in his mouth withdrew suddenly. The hand, slithering down his lips, pressed hard on the back of Yoonjo’s neck. The organ plunged deep into his throat.

His breath and senses were completely blocked. The hands struggling to endure trembled violently. The gaze glaring at Won Kangho fell with tears.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His amber eyes quivered. As he gasped for air through the tiny gap, a knock came at the door, freezing all movement. As Yoonjo tried to spit out what was in his mouth, Won Kangho pressed him down.

“Come in.”

Before he could say anything, the sound of the door opening followed. His tense throat tightened further. Won Kangho’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Sir, Director Jang from Sehwa Construction has arrived.”

The voice came from a distance. Yoonjo, still holding the man’s organ in his mouth, felt a ridiculous sense of relief. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. Watching Yoonjo’s anxious eyes dart, Won Kangho murmured softly.

“Arrived early… I’m in the middle of some hospitality.”

“Yes, sir. We’ve escorted him to the VIP room. Oh, and the documents you mentioned earlier are ready.”

“Bring them.”

Bring them? Yoonjo gripped Won Kangho’s thigh urgently. The only place to hide was under the desk.

As Yoonjo tried to conceal himself, a large hand pressed down on the back of his head. The organ plunged deep, completely blocking his airway. His throat swelled unnaturally again. A pained sound escaped with a gag.

“Urk…”

The approaching footsteps stopped abruptly. A puzzled voice followed.

“What was that sound…?”

“Leave it there and go.”

“Yes, sir.”

The hurried steps reached the edge of the desk where Yoonjo hid, then retreated. Yoonjo had no capacity to notice. He clung desperately to his fading consciousness.

Click. The door closed, and Won Kangho’s gaze dropped back to Yoonjo. As he withdrew the organ, Yoonjo’s frail body collapsed. Coughing harshly, his tear-soaked, resentful eyes turned to the man. A smile spread across Won Kangho’s lips.

“Why are you glaring at me like I’m some bastard, Yoonjo?”

The hand gently stroking his hair felt oddly unsettling. His fear-filled eyes darted in confusion. As if to confirm his fears, a shoe pressed down hard on Yoonjo’s groin. The man had keenly noticed his reaction.

“Look at you, all worked up down here.”

It was unfair, but he had no words. His body had indeed reacted.

The root of it all was Won Kangho. If he hadn’t been emitting pheromones, this wouldn’t have happened. With a pained expression, Yoonjo sharpened his gaze at the man. Won Kangho, as if to crush him, thrust himself back into Yoonjo’s mouth.

“Make your face prettier, huh?”

Each time the shoe ground against his erect groin, his throat tightened. Stroking Yoonjo’s head like one would a beloved pet, Won Kangho never stopped smiling.

The hand gently petting his hair suddenly yanked it hard. Won Kangho’s organ plunged deep into his throat.

His breath caught. As if using a toy, Won Kangho ravaged his mouth without care. Yoonjo’s face flushed red.

He couldn’t breathe. His consciousness grew hazy. The foot crushing his groin and the organ ravaging his throat overwhelmed him.

“Urk, hack…!”

“Ha… damn.”

The thing tearing through him withdrew suddenly. At the same time, hot liquid poured over his face. Semen seeped into the gap of his gasping lips. It tasted vile. Opening his eyes, he saw the man’s aroused face filling his vision.

“Ah!”

The man’s hand gripped his slender arm tightly. His body, trapped under the desk, was yanked out in an instant.

Everything on the desk was swept to the floor by Won Kangho. Papers and pens scattered across the ground.

His chest hit the cold desk. As Yoonjo flinched, trying to escape, the man pinned him down with force. The signal of a horrific act was fired. The more he was pressed, the fiercer his struggles became.

“Don’t, don’t do this…!”

“You think I’d leave this as is?”

A large hand caressed the front of Yoonjo’s pants. The gentle stimulation scrambled his mind.

“You’re dripping and saying no? Who’d believe that?”

Leaning over Yoonjo’s prone body, Won Kangho gently peeled off the omega’s pants, underwear included.

His front and rear were already soaked. The cool air sent shivers through him. The man’s hand, rubbing his bare skin, let out a snicker.

“Getting hard and saying no—who’d buy that, Yoonjo?”

“No, no… ugh…!”

“You’re dripping back here too, aren’t you?”

The hand that had been touching his erect organ moved to his rear. Each time it teased the soaked crevice, lewd sounds echoed. Yoonjo grabbed the man’s wrist, but Won Kangho continued moving, undeterred. The ticklish sensation drew an involuntary moan from Yoonjo.

“Haah…”

“Just be honest.”

As the man moved Yoonjo’s hand along with his, it felt almost like self-pleasure. When Yoonjo tried to pull away, Won Kangho grabbed him, guiding his hand to the crevice.

“Want to put it in yourself?”

“No, no, ugh, no, ha…!”

A finger slipped into the tightly closed crevice. As the hot, wet walls gripped it, Yoonjo’s body jolted in surprise. The man pressed his weight against Yoonjo’s back to restrain him.

“How’s that? Even you putting it in feels tight, doesn’t it?”

“No, ugh… take it out, take it out…!”

It was strange. The idea of touching himself there, doing something he shouldn’t, seeing something he shouldn’t, felt shameful and horrific. Combined with the weight pressing him down and the pheromones, the stimulation was overwhelming. The papers clutched in his hands crumpled pitifully.

“Well, with your small hands, you’d probably need a whole fist to stretch it properly. Maybe we should try it. Want to?”

Yoonjo shook his head frantically at the horrific suggestion. Chuckling, the man released his grip. The hand Yoonjo yanked out was drenched in slick fluid.

Trembling, Yoonjo reached out to grip the edge of the desk tightly. He wanted to escape, even knowing he couldn’t. He inched his body forward slightly.

“Why do you keep trying to run?”

“Ah, agh!”

The unprepared crevice was pierced deeply by the organ. Won Kangho, gripping Yoonjo’s narrow waist, let out a long breath.

The slick, softened walls devoured the organ greedily. Frowning slightly, Won Kangho gently embraced the trembling body, slipping his hands under Yoonjo’s armpits and pulling him close.

“Relax a bit. You’re gonna snap it off.”

His voice, thick with arousal, was heavy. Overwhelmed by the unyielding intrusion, Yoonjo could only gasp and try to breathe, unable to respond. The fiery intrusion filled him so tightly it was excruciating.

Was it tearing? A single finger couldn’t prepare him for this, and even if it could, his body was far too small for the man’s size. The sensation radiating from his stretched limits was pure pain.

“Ugh… ah, please… don’t move, ugh!”

It felt like his stomach was bulging with the shape of the organ. It was so large it might crush or tear his insides. Curled up in agony, Yoonjo was enveloped by a wave of Won Kangho’s potent pheromones as the man withdrew slowly.

The more he breathed, the more his body burned. His pained expression softened into a haze, his strength draining away. His body, propped up by his arms, collapsed onto the desk.

The documents beneath Yoonjo, soaked with his precum, crumpled hopelessly. The falling papers made no sound. Only the noise of flesh against flesh filled his ears.

“Slow, slow… ah, too fast… ugh…”

The slow movements gradually sped up. The pounding was so forceful it rattled his head. His body, clutching the desk, shook helplessly. Each thrust of the rigid organ against his walls sent stars bursting before his eyes.

Unconsciously, Yoonjo’s pheromones spread into the air. His recessive nature wasn’t adept at controlling them. The alpha’s eyes gleamed darkly as he inhaled the omega’s scent.

“Open your mouth.”

Rubbing his forehead against the desk as if overwhelmed by the heat, Yoonjo’s chin was grabbed and turned. A tongue slipped between his parted lips.

Won Kangho gave no quarter. When Yoonjo turned his head to breathe, the man chased, stealing his breath again. Red nail marks marred the man’s forearm.

“Ha, ugh… please… ah! Stop, ugh, please…!”

“Please what? What should I do?”

“Stop, stop, ugh…”

“Tch.”

The tone was entirely unapologetic.

“I was ready to grant anything but stopping. Too bad.”

“Ah!”

His upper body was yanked upright. Yoonjo’s chest was thrust forward, his rear still receiving the man’s organ. The softened walls welcomed the intrusion. He could vividly feel the flesh being dragged out and pushed back in with each thrust.

His body trembled. The mounting pleasure was agonizing. Yoonjo’s waist arched unnaturally, his lower abdomen jolting with each thrust.

Please. Please…! Sensing his climax nearing, Yoonjo thrashed. Won Kangho easily subdued him, relentlessly targeting the spot that made Yoonjo unravel.

“Ugh…!”

White semen burst from the tip of his rigid organ. As Yoonjo came, Won Kangho thrust deeply, letting out a long breath.

His body convulsed. The man, biting Yoonjo’s flushed nape, pulled away from his body.

A large hand gripped the marked nape, pressing it down. Won Kangho moved his hips slowly, as if spreading the semen inside, and spoke in a low voice.

“I wish I could show you how you look right now, but there’s no mirror. Shame.”

Even in his dazed state, the voice was piercingly clear. The snickering laugh clawed painfully at his chest.

Tears of pleasure, anger, and shame stained his face. He’d never cried, no matter how hard it got. Yoonjo had endured, holding it in. But this time, he couldn’t.

The man who wanted to force him to see his broken self—Won Kangho—was hateful. The man who made him face the ugliness he never wanted to acknowledge was loathsome.

He wanted to survive this vile place and take revenge. He wanted to disgrace Won Kangho, who’d defiled his world, cut it with a knife, and ruined it.

“What are you thinking?”

The thing filling him withdrew abruptly. His body was lifted, and the warmed desk touched his back. With a sigh, tears streamed down. Seeing the man settle between his legs again, Yoonjo spoke in a tear-choked voice.

“…Please.”

“Hm?”

As if he couldn’t hear, the man leaned down, bringing his ear to Yoonjo’s lips. Having to repeat himself, Yoonjo’s heart crumbled.

“Give me… money.”

“…”

“I’m… ugh… selling my body, aren’t I? Money… ugh… give me money.”

Wounded by his own words, Yoonjo finally burst into tears.

It hurt. Not just his body, but his heart ached terribly.

Whore. Prostitute. Words he thought would never apply to him. No matter how tough or grueling, he’d vowed to earn money through honest means.

But vows alone couldn’t solve it. The world was far crueler than he’d imagined. Sometimes, there were things you had to do, regardless of your will.

“Money?”

The man’s twisted brow relaxed. As if he’d seen something amusing, Won Kangho’s lips curled upward. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a wallet.

“Alright, I’ll give you money.”

The thick leather wallet settled between Yoonjo’s panting lips. The man was still smiling.

“How’s this? Is this enough?”

Won Kangho shoved the entire wallet into Yoonjo’s mouth and continued with cruel words.

“I don’t know how much is in there, but it’s probably more than you think.”

“…”

“You wouldn’t say this isn’t enough, would you?”

A man accustomed to looking down on and belittling others—that was Won Kangho.

“If it’s not enough, just say so. But let’s finish what we started first.”

Yoonjo’s shame-distorted face flushed bright red. Tears that had burst forth streamed past his temples, pooling at his ears. The flow of tears from his large eyes seemed endless.

The tip of the fluid-soaked organ touched the slick entrance. There was no mercy in the way it pushed inside. The overwhelming pressure of being filled again caused Yoonjo’s head to snap back.

“Keep it in your mouth, Yoonjo.”

“Ugh…”

“You have to earn your pay yourself.”

The thrusting resumed, shaking his body up and down, the ceiling’s patterns swaying back and forth.

The desk creaked. The precarious sound, as if it might collapse at any moment, was the sound of Yoonjo’s world crumbling.

“Ah…”

Yoonjo’s face crumpled as he tried to open his mouth. Touching the stinging corner of his lips, he thought of one person.

Bastard. Swallowing the words he couldn’t say aloud, he bit his lips. The corner of his mouth, torn from the forced fellatio by Won Kangho a few days ago, showed no signs of healing. He sighed at the state of himself, unable to even eat a simple triangle kimbap. His tired face was haggard.

This entire building, including Hwayudam, belonged to Won Kangho. Hwayudam was in the basement, with a hotel and the man’s office above. On the surface, it appeared to be an ordinary hotel, but it was merely a facade to conceal the existence of Hwayudam.

Hwayudam was like a palace. Its interior was complex, with guards stationed in every corner to protect the building. Outwardly, they seemed to be there for security or to prevent disturbances, but in reality, they were there to ensure the “playthings” didn’t escape.

At Hwayudam, the workers were called playthings. The meaning was self-evident, needing no explanation. The fact that he was one of those playthings made Yoonjo feel sick to his stomach.

His appetite gone, Yoonjo stood up without even eating the food he’d bought. As he left the convenience store, the guards’ eyes followed him.

The convenience store, completely out of place in this luxurious hotel, was tucked away in the most secluded corner of the first floor. Naturally, it was quite different from a typical convenience store.

This convenience store had an oddly sparse selection. All it offered were instant foods like triangle kimbap, snacks, socks, or underwear. Sharp objects like knives or scissors were nowhere to be seen.

He’d come to eat something, but he was still hungry. A lunchbox was delivered to his door every day, but Yoonjo refused to touch it. He didn’t want to eat something obviously sent by that man. He’d rather buy cheap kimbap at the convenience store.

Leaving the store, Yoonjo stared at the hotel’s main entrance.

Would he ever walk out that door? His eyes, clouded with thoughts of an uncertain future, grew dim.

With no particular intent, Yoonjo quietly turned and opened the door to the staff-only elevator. It was time to return to his “lodging.”

The elevator descended to the basement, revealing a long corridor lined with countless doors on both sides. Yoonjo’s lodging was at the very end, the deepest room.

“They don’t give me a moment to breathe.”

Entering his room, Yoonjo quickly shut the door and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. The watchful eyes weren’t just in the first-floor lobby; they were even more prevalent in the lodging area where the playthings lived.

Haa, he sighed deeply, kicking off his shoes. The windowless room felt suffocating the moment he stepped inside.

As he scanned the room, his gaze caught on something black. A curse slipped out reflexively.

“…Bastard.”

The black leather wallet, given to him as payment. Thinking of the moment he was forced to hold it in his mouth while being tormented made him squeeze his eyes shut, his body shivering with goosebumps. The sight of Won Kangho’s wallet vividly recalled that day, gripping his throat.

The wallet still contained cards, IDs, and, of course, cash. The thick stack was entirely checks.

But Yoonjo hadn’t taken anything from it. Three days after that encounter, he still just kept it. He’d asked for money, but receiving it didn’t feel good.

Glaring at the wallet with murderous intent, Yoonjo strode toward it. He grabbed the repulsive object, so like its owner, and threw it into the trash. A dull, sharp sound filled the small room.

He’d asked for payment himself. He’d said he was selling his body, so he deserved fair compensation.

Saying those words and being hurt by them were entirely his burden. Recalling that day’s emotions made his eyes burn.

Yoonjo squeezed his eyes shut, then slowly opened them. His amber eyes wavered.

Suppression and confinement didn’t erase the roots. He roughly wiped the tears wetting his cheeks with the back of his hand.

One day, he’d escape this place and take revenge on Won Kangho. His clenched fist turned white with resolve. Wiping his tears, he headed straight to the bathroom.

His body, soaked in hot water for a long time, flushed pink with heat. Drying his hair improved his mood slightly. But that moment didn’t last.

Knock, knock. A sound came from beyond the door. Yoonjo’s eyes calmed again.

No need to ask who it was. Privacy wasn’t respected here. Yoonjo stood and flung the door open. The face visible through the opening was both familiar and unfamiliar.

“…What are you doing here?”

“Everyone else came out, but you didn’t.”

Standing at the door was the woman he’d seen on his first day here. The one who’d given him that strange tea. Yoonjo’s expression gradually faded as he faced her. His grip on the doorknob tightened.

“Follow me.”

With only those words, the woman turned and walked ahead without looking back. As Yoonjo stared, one of the guards at the door pulled him out of the room.

Was this the start? Taking “clients”? Yoonjo bit the tender flesh inside his mouth and followed her. From the moment he was dragged out, or perhaps from the moment he arrived, Yoonjo had no choice.

The woman’s hanbok rustled as she moved. Compared to her luxurious attire, Yoonjo’s worn t-shirt and pants reeked of cheapness.

“What’s your relationship with the boss?”

The question came as they descended in the elevator. She didn’t look back. Yoonjo’s response was curt.

“…Why do you ask?”

“It’s the first time the boss personally brought someone in. And he insisted on being your first client.”

“And… what do you do?”

“Oh, I didn’t introduce myself.”

She turned around. Her eyeliner, drawn to lift her downturned eyes, caught his attention.

“Call me Nia. I’m the manager here.”

Nia’s gaze scanned Yoonjo’s body, as if appraising an object. Her eyes lingered longest on his face.

“Well… I can guess why he brought you here.”

Her red lips stretched into a fresh smile. Yoonjo couldn’t bring himself to smile back.

The elevator doors opened. Nia led the way, followed by Yoonjo and the guards.

She took him to a small room at the end of a corridor. It seemed to be a dressing room, with one wall covered in ornate clothes and accessories. Among them were Nia’s lavish hanbok, as well as various colored shirts and pants.

Standing awkwardly among them, Yoonjo watched as Nia rummaged through the clothes. Soon, an ivory shirt and black slacks were thrust into his arms.

“Go change.”

The clothes smelled fragrant but somehow felt repulsive. Fearing she’d strip him like last time, Yoonjo silently headed behind a partition to change.

The clothes were slightly large but wearable. Nia, deeming them acceptable, scanned him from head to toe and nodded slightly.

“What’s your name?”

Seated at a vanity, Yoonjo faced Nia through the mirror. His lips parted cautiously after a moment’s hesitation.

“…Why do you need my name?”

“We don’t use real names here. Same for me.”

That explained it. Her name was too unusual for a real one. Nia examined Yoonjo in the mirror, applying various things from the vanity to his face. Unfamiliar products brushed over his eyes and lips.

“I need your name to give you an alias.”

An alias for someone selling their body. They must know it’s shameful. His resentment wasn’t aimed at the woman before him but at the man likely reveling somewhere. His colored lips parted cautiously.

“Lee Yoonjo.”

“You shouldn’t give your real name so easily.”

“…You asked.”

“Such a good boy.”

Nia smiled faintly, her red-lipsticked lips curving.

“Joy will do.”

“What?”

“If anyone asks your name, say Joy. Don’t give your real name. That’s the rule here.”

Her hand, brushing his hair, was cold. Her nails, painted a red that clashed with that coldness, stood out.

“And.”

Her cool hand gently cupped Yoonjo’s cheek. His startled eyes darted aimlessly. After a long pause, Nia slowly withdrew her hand.

“…Never mind. Let’s go.”

Nia turned away first. Yoonjo caught a fleeting expression on her face but didn’t acknowledge it. He cared, but his own situation left no room for it.

Where were they going? Watching Nia’s updo, Yoonjo swallowed his questions. Then someone appeared.

“Nia!”

The manager stopped. Yoonjo, following, halted as well. The sound of heels grew closer. Standing behind Nia, Yoonjo cautiously peeked at the approaching figure.

A woman in a white suit, with her ankles and chest boldly exposed, approached. Her gaze at Nia mixed delight with thick desire. Nia bowed politely.

“You’re here. It’s been a while.”

“Yes, hello. Our Nia is as beautiful as ever today.”

The woman warmly returned Nia’s greeting, then turned to Yoonjo. Their eyes met, and Yoonjo quickly lowered his head. A gulp echoed in his ears.

The moment he caught her strong scent, he knew. This unfamiliar woman was an alpha.

“But who’s this cutie? First time seeing him. New?”

Her cheerful voice was directed at Yoonjo. He stayed silent, head bowed further, and Nia spoke instead.

“He’s new.”

“Really? He’s so pretty. Should I play with this cutie today?”

As she pointed at Yoonjo, a flash of panic crossed Nia’s face. Quickly masking it, she deflected.

“…I’m sorry, but he’s not fully trained yet. I’m concerned he might cause trouble, so perhaps another—”

“No, breaking them in is the fun part. I love new ones. Come with me, cutie.”

Before he knew it, the woman closed the distance, poked Yoonjo’s cheek, and wrapped an arm around his slim waist. The sudden rush of potent alpha pheromones made Yoonjo hold his breath.

“…Yes. I’ll escort you to a room.”

After a brief hesitation, Nia bowed demurely. Yoonjo, caught in the woman’s embrace, was dragged along as she followed Nia.

Throughout, the woman’s hands never stopped. They caressed his waist, gripped his hips, or buried her nose in his nape, blatantly sniffing him.

It was uncomfortable. And above all, terrifying. What was about to happen felt vividly clear. As Yoonjo trembled with fear, the three stopped before a large door. It opened, and the woman led him inside.

“If you need anything, just—”

“Yeah, don’t worry. You can go.”

Nia, who had bowed politely, slowly straightened. Meeting her eyes, Yoonjo saw concern on her face.

“Name?”

The moment Nia left and the door closed, the woman asked for his name. Yoonjo, still rigid with wariness and tension, fidgeted anxiously.

“Why… my name?”

“Calling you cutie all the time is fine by me, but there’s a human connection, right? Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves?”

“…Joy.”

Saying the name Nia gave him felt like admitting he was truly a prostitute. Shame surged, heating his face.

No turning back now. Yoonjo quietly lowered his eyes in resignation. The woman laughed brightly, finding him adorable. Her eyes gleamed as she touched his soft cheek.

“So cute… Are you shy? This is why I love newbies.”

Her syrupy tone didn’t ease his tension, and Yoonjo couldn’t respond. No, he was unable to.

It felt different from serving Won Kangho. Back then, he could at least show his displeasure, but now he instinctively knew he couldn’t. Once again, he resented the man.

The woman, silently watching the unresponsive Yoonjo, grabbed his chin and lifted it. Their eyes met at close range, her face nearing. As she moved to kiss him, Yoonjo reflexively blocked her mouth with his hand.

“Hm?”

He realized his mistake too late. It was purely reflexive. His eyes widened in shock at his own action.

The woman’s eyes filled with intrigue, like she’d found an interesting prey. With a laugh, she pushed Yoonjo down onto the sofa and climbed atop him.

His back hit the sofa, his vision filled with the ceiling and her face. He swallowed a sharp breath. She was skilled; Yoonjo was not.

“Look at this one. A real vixen.”

“No, that’s not—”

“Is this an act? You’re not that innocent, are you?”

“…”

“How did you know I’m into this?”

Her hands pinned his wrists, and she grabbed his cheek. His heart pounded with fear and anxiety. A trembling breath escaped. Seeing his lips pucker from the pressure, she licked her lips.

“Even your name is pretty. Joy, was it—”

Before she could finish, a loud bang interrupted as an uninvited guest burst in. Both heads turned toward the door. The woman, annoyed at the interruption, grimaced upon seeing the intruder.

“Director Won?”

“Get out.”

Won Kangho’s voice, gripping the doorknob as if to crush it, was menacing. His gaze at Yoonjo was chilling, as if it could freeze him to death.

Yoonjo, still pinned under the woman, lay dazed. Won Kangho strode over. The grip on his wrist was painful.

Yoonjo, caught off guard and pulled from the woman, looked confused. He was only doing what was expected of a “plaything,” yet Won Kangho couldn’t hide his anger.

“It… hurts…”

“I didn’t say you could take clients yet.”

“Don’t scold the cutie. I brought him here.”

The woman approached, wrapping her arms around the frozen Yoonjo. Her slender hand, with bright red nails that seemed ready to dig into flesh, gripped his shoulder. Won Kangho’s expression grew colder.

The grip on Yoonjo’s wrist felt like it would break. Unable to do anything, he bit his lip hard. The atmosphere made it impossible to ask to be let go.

“I heard he’s not trained yet. But am I new to playing with fresh ones?”

“…”

“I’m almost offended. Were you trying to keep him to yourself?”

Her red-lipsticked lips stretched wide. Won Kangho opened his mouth to speak but instead yanked Yoonjo toward the door. His powerless body stumbled. Without looking at him, the man ordered.

“Get out.”

“…”

“Didn’t you hear? I said get out.”

When Yoonjo didn’t move, Won Kangho glared at him fiercely. The alpha, consumed by nameless rage, exuded a powerful aura.

Unable to speak, Yoonjo quietly left the room. The door slammed shut, and no voices came from beyond.

As the door closed, Won Kangho irritably ran a hand through his hair. The woman, Director Yoon, lit a cigarette and put it to her lips. With a puff of smoke, she muttered.

“It reeks.”

“What?”

“He smells of you. How much did you pour into him? Planning to sell him or what?”

“…”

“Not like you, Kangho.”

Amber liquid filled an on-the-rocks glass. Director Yoon took a sip and smiled, eyes crinkling.

“When a pretty one comes in, you should show him around, let people see his face. Keeping him to yourself just because he’s pretty?”

The man’s eyes glared fiercely. Director Yoon, unfazed, set down her glass and took another drag. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the filter, then exhaled. The white cigarette bore a deep red lipstick mark.

“Thanks for ruining my mood.”

The half-smoked cigarette fell into the ashtray. Her heels stopped beside Won Kangho. Smiling brightly, she patted his shoulder.

“I’m not in the mood to play anymore, so I’ll head out.”

“…”

“Be careful. Not planning to make money?”

Tsk, she clicked her tongue and walked away. Instead of stopping her, Won Kangho roughly loosened his stifling tie. The acrid smoke filled the room, lingering heavily.

Meanwhile, leaning against the wall by the massive door, Yoonjo aimlessly kicked the floor, unable to find a place to go. Passersby gave him odd looks, but he was too lost in his tangled thoughts to notice.

The capricious behavior of Won Kangho and the enigmatic person called Director Yoon were simply bewildering.

What baffled Yoonjo the most was Won Kangho’s attitude. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why the man spoke to him with such anger when he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Oh my, you’ve been standing here the whole time?”

The door swung open, and a woman’s voice pierced his ears. Yoonjo, who had been staring at the floor, snapped his head up to face the woman emerging from the room. A faint smell of tobacco stung his nose.

Seeing Yoonjo fidget nervously, wary of Won Kangho inside the room, Director Yoon smirked and gently pulled him into an embrace. A hand slipped abruptly into the back pocket of his pants, startling him into stiffness.

“If Director Won bullies you, give me a call.”

A whisper accompanied a brief kiss on his cheek. Before Yoonjo could react, Director Yoon walked away, and Won Kangho emerged from the room. Unlike Director Yoon’s soft touch, a rough grip seized Yoonjo’s wrist.

Once again, he was dragged like luggage. Won Kangho strode down the corridor, only releasing him upon reaching the innermost room. Throwing Yoonjo roughly onto a sofa, Won Kangho pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Swallowing a groan from the sudden impact, Yoonjo struggled to sit up. Won Kangho stood before him, glaring without breaking eye contact. Their gazes were sharp, cutting into each other.

“What’s with that look, like you’ve done something commendable?”

“…What did I do wrong?”

“What?”

“I did what you told me to.”

The more he thought, the angrier he became. It was Won Kangho who brought him here. It was he who told him to work and pay off his debt.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

The man had forced him to sell his body, made him sign a contract, and violated him under the guise of “training.” Yoonjo couldn’t comprehend why, after such cruelty, the man was now angry. His tightly clenched fist turned white.

“All you talk about is clients, clients… What do you want me to do?”

“Ha.”

Won Kangho let out a scoffing laugh. His dark eyes blazed with fury.

“Clients.”

A sinister voice crawled over Yoonjo’s pale skin.

“Fine, take clients then.”

The cigarette dangling between the man’s fingers fell to the floor. As he ripped off his tie and flung it down, a knock sounded, and someone entered—a man in a pristine suit.

“Sir.”

“Bring liquor.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, bring liquor.”

Yoonjo’s gaze dropped to the floor. The navy tie, lying limply, mirrored his own state. He bit his lip hard.

Setting the table didn’t take long. Servers rushed in, filling it with various liquors and snacks, then left, leaving only the two men. Won Kangho naturally took the seat of honor.

“What are you doing? Not working?”

“…”

“You said you’d take clients. Here’s your client.”

A large hand grabbed Yoonjo’s slender arm and yanked him close. Won Kangho sat him on his thigh and placed a heavy liquor bottle in his hands. Even with both hands, the bottle was overwhelming, reeking of alcohol.

As if Yoonjo were dirty, the man kept rubbing his cheek. When the rubbing became painfully rough, Yoonjo couldn’t bear it and twisted away.

“Ah, it hurts, let go—”

“I’m already holding back, so don’t provoke me.”

“…”

“Pour the drink.”

Won Kangho commanded in a menacing tone, holding out a small glass. Hesitating briefly, Yoonjo brought the bottle’s mouth near the glass. At that moment, the man flung the glass away.

Crash! The glass shattered against the wall with a sharp sound. A heated hand gripped the one holding the bottle. The forcibly guided hand moved toward Yoonjo’s face. The bottle’s mouth was shoved into his startled lips.

“Mmph…!”

“Don’t swallow.”

What he thought was strong liquor began filling his mouth. For Yoonjo, who had never properly drunk before, the whiskey forced upon him was overwhelmingly harsh.

The liquor poured without mercy. Despite the command not to swallow, it flowed down his throat, burning his esophagus. Unable to endure the horrific taste and smell, Yoonjo thrashed, desperately pushing against the man. Liquor he couldn’t swallow spilled from his lips.

The swallowed alcohol churned his mind. Beyond the rush of intoxication, instinct screamed at him to escape. Coughing harshly while sprawled on the sofa, Yoonjo crawled forward on his knees.

“Urk, hack… cough, ugh… ah!”

“Do you know how much that liquor costs, and you spit it out, Yoonjo?”

The merciless man grabbed his hair, dragging him back. Terrified, Yoonjo sobbed and pleaded. He genuinely thought he might die.

“Ugh, I can’t, ugh…”

“Can’t? You have to.”

Won Kangho gripped both of Yoonjo’s cheeks with one hand. Bringing the bottle back to his already liquor-soaked lips, he growled.

“Spit it out this time, and I’ll get mad.”

“Mmph…!”

Liquor flooded his mouth again. Tears streamed from his tightly shut eyes. Desperate to survive, convinced swallowing would kill him, he strained to close his throat. But the liquor kept pouring, and his small mouth couldn’t hold it all.

The bottle was removed, and Won Kangho immediately kissed him. Pulling Yoonjo onto his lap again, he stole the liquor pooled in his sweet mouth. Liquor dribbled from between their lips.

His body burned. He felt like he reeked of alcohol. His mind was foggy, his body limp like soaked cotton. Yoonjo’s body sagged after downing the harsh liquor.

Won Kangho licked Yoonjo’s lips slowly, as if savoring a delicacy. His face was that of a predator eyeing prey. With a push, Yoonjo’s weakened body collapsed onto the sofa without resistance.

“Now you’re somewhat tolerable.”

“Ugh, mmph…”

“So much to teach you.”

Tossing off his jacket, Won Kangho smiled languidly.

“Lee Yoonjo. Get it together.”

His body was flipped, and a heavy force pressed down on his lower back. Feeling instinctive revulsion, Yoonjo twisted.

“No, ugh!”

“If you don’t like it, what are you going to do about it?”

Won Kangho stripped off Yoonjo’s pants and threw them to the floor. Cold air hit his soaked rear. A finger plunged into the pink, pulsating spot.

“Ah, ugh…!”

“You came out to take clients without even preparing yourself? Oh, is pain your thing?”

The tightly closed passage gripped the finger snugly. A moan escaped from the pain of being stretched. Yoonjo’s pheromones wavered unstably in the air.

“Relax.”

“Ugh… ah, it hurts…”

“You said you’d take clients. What’s the problem if a client wants to fuck you?”

Why was this man doing this? He’d told him to sell his body and smile to pay off his debt, yet now he appeared out of nowhere, acting like this for what reason?

His fingertips, gripping the sofa, turned white. Alpha pheromones, clearly meant to arouse an omega, filled his lungs with every breath, spreading through his body.

The tensed interior softened. From deep within, slick fluid gushed, wetting Won Kangho’s hand.

Despite his body’s arousal, the rough touch was painful. When Yoonjo grabbed the man’s hand, twisting, the man slapped it away with a sharp sound. His pleading voice was thick with tears.

“Ah, ugh… it hurts…”

“Deal with it.”

Unfazed by Yoonjo’s suffering, Won Kangho continued. Instead of a reply, only the lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh filled his ears. Thick alpha pheromones enveloped Yoonjo’s body, choking him with their intensity.

“It’s clenching like it loves it.”

The hand forcing open the narrow passage was resolute. More than the shame of his raised hips, the hand forcibly stretching and ravaging him was agonizing.

“I told you before. Don’t expect mercy from clients.”

“Ugh…”

“Forgot already?”

Another finger slipped into the gap. Each thrust pushed slick fluid out, dripping down the man’s hand to his elbow.

“I said relax.”

“Argh…!”

The man withdrew his hand, flicking the wet fingers in the air. At the sound of a buckle undoing, Yoonjo, still with his hips raised, could only tremble. He had no strength to flee.

The unprepared passage was hastily invaded by the organ. The walls stretched to their limit, tightly gripping Won Kangho’s length. Both their faces contorted. Won Kangho spread the small hips, pushing further, while Yoonjo, swallowing pained gasps, clung to his fading consciousness.

It was agonizing. And it hurt. This was sex filled with pain, not pleasure. No, it wasn’t even sex—it was rape. As Yoonjo sobbed, Won Kangho leaned over him, whispering in his ear.

“Why are you crying, Yoonjo? You’re working right now.”

“Ugh, it hurts, it hurts…”

“You’re the one who came out to take clients without preparing, and you treat me like a bastard? Huh?”

His voice echoed like it was underwater. His mouth, as stretched as his passage, wouldn’t close. Drool he couldn’t swallow dripped.

He had to escape. His stomach might burst. Thinking quickly, he braced trembling hands forward. As his body moved, the man’s organ slipped out slightly. The passage, gripping it tightly, began to release the monstrous thing.

“Where are you going?”

“Argh!”

Just a bit more, just a bit. But he was caught again. The man, firmly gripping his waist, thrust deep in one motion. It was a force that seemed to tear his walls. Won Kangho’s lips relaxed as he buried himself to the hilt.

Unable to withstand the force, Yoonjo’s body collapsed. Won Kangho grabbed his chin, licking his lips slowly. The thrusts ravaging his insides were anything but slow.

“You’re struggling this much, yet you rushed in so recklessly?”

“Ugh, ugh, please, slow… hic! Ugh!”

Won Kangho thrust rapidly, gripping Yoonjo’s neck tightly. Yoonjo, clutching the hand choking him, shook helplessly. Thud, thud, tears fell with each hit inside.

The blunt tip slammed deep. Won Kangho buried his nose in Yoonjo’s nape, savoring the sweet scent. It was intoxicatingly fragrant.

“Why can’t a smart kid like you listen…?”

It was violent sex. Far from pleasurable, it was painful, exhausting, and tormenting. As his breath faltered, his consciousness faded.

Teeth sank into his nape. Despite thrashing and sobbing from the excruciating pain of flesh being torn, Won Kangho didn’t let go. Pressing their bodies together without a gap, he thrust upward sharply.

“Ha, ugh, urk…”

“Can’t even kill you for real.”

A menacing mutter rolled across the sofa. Blood finally appeared below. Despite pheromones forcing his body to slicken and stretch, it was still agonizing.

A horrific sensation. He’d rather die. Words begging for mercy or apologizing rose to his throat but weren’t spoken. He couldn’t say them.

Even if it killed him, he’d never lower himself before this man. Not even after being slapped or enduring rape-like sex like today.

The thing filling him withdrew abruptly. His arm was grabbed, and his body spun. With the ceiling at his back, the man grabbed his chin, pulling his face close.

“Lee Yoonjo, get it together.”

His chin was held, and their lips met. Won Kangho’s eyes hardened as he thrust his tongue inside. Their eyes met at close range.

“Open your mouth.”

“…”

“Don’t make me say it twice. Open your mouth.”

The pressure on his jaw forced his mouth open. A tongue invaded the gap, freely exploring the heated interior.

Yoonjo squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to meet the dark gaze that seemed to want to devour him.

Pulling his tongue back, struggling to avoid contact, was futile. Before Won Kangho, all his efforts were useless.

“Ugh, mmph, ugh…”

After a long while, their lips parted. Air rushed into his saliva-soaked lips. Yoonjo’s eyes, filled with resentment, glared as he gasped.

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

Won Kangho pulled something from his pocket. From the black wallet, a stack of yellow bills was drawn out.

“Our Yoonjo loves his payment, doesn’t he?”

The thick stack of folded bills was substantial. Smiling, Won Kangho shoved them into Yoonjo’s mouth.

“Hold it tight without dropping it, and I’ll add more.”

At those words, Yoonjo heard something inside him collapse again. It was his pride, his last shred of hope.

“But for every one you drop, I’ll fuck you that much harder, so keep that in mind.”

His ankles were grabbed, pulling him down. Positioning Yoonjo fully beneath him, Won Kangho aligned his tip with the stretched passage and pushed in deeply.

Alpha pheromones poured out like a fountain. Yoonjo’s body, bathed in them, gradually heated.

They say pain and pleasure are a thin line apart, but experiencing it wasn’t so simple.

At least today, Yoonjo was certain he wouldn’t cry from pleasure under this man.

With a falling tear, his eyelids closed. Wishing to be trapped in darkness, he sank into the sea of pain again.

His body craved endless sleep. No matter how much he slept, drowsiness overwhelmed him.

Yoonjo drifted in and out of sleep, unaware of time’s passage. He didn’t dream, eat, or drink—just slept like the dead. When he finally came to, the scenery was unfamiliar.

The first thing he saw was a window. His lodging had no such window, meaning this wasn’t his room. A familiar voice snapped his foggy mind awake.

“Handle it at Manager Jung’s level. No need for my hands to get dirty.”

Won Kangho. The moment he recognized the voice, cold sweat trickled down his back. Tension stiffened his body, and trembling set in.

“Take a few guys. What’s the status on Director Choi’s case?”

Lying face-up, Yoonjo turned away from the voice. He pulled the blanket over his head, curling up.

He covered his ears with both hands. He wanted to escape Won Kangho, even like this. Just hearing the man’s voice was unbearable.

If only it were a dream. If only he could fall back asleep. He wished desperately, but the heavens weren’t on his side.

“Keep an eye out. About three.”

The blanket hiding Yoonjo was yanked away. His tightly shut eyes snapped open as his wrist was grabbed and pulled.

“Ah…!”

“Looks like he’s up to useless tricks again, so no need to go easy.”

His body, dragged around, felt pathetic. Won Kangho effortlessly lifted his limp form and sat him on his thigh. A hand naturally slipped under his shirt.

The distance was too close. Yoonjo could hear the voice on the phone near Won Kangho’s ear.

— Will you handle it personally?

“Mm…”

The large hand toyed with his sore, abused nipple. The strange mix of pain and pleasure flushed Yoonjo’s face. Fearing a sound might escape, he bit his lip hard, frantically pushing the man’s hand away.

“Can’t stay still, huh?”

It was unclear if the vague remark was for the person on the phone or Yoonjo. Won Kangho seemed to withdraw his hand, only to slip it into the back of Yoonjo’s pants. His flimsy pajamas yielded to the man’s touch.

“Mph…”

— Sir?

“I’ll send him off personally.”

The hand gripping his inner thigh was excessively strong. His clear face crumpled from the heavy pain. The hand kneading the tender flesh briefly grasped a sensitive spot before releasing it, teasing. The blatant intent in the touch made Yoonjo’s face burn red.

His body trembled with anger and stimulation. Unlike the hand under his shirt, which he could push away, this one had to be pulled out—and Yoonjo’s strength was no match.

“…Hng!”

— Sir?

Yoonjo quickly covered his mouth. Meeting Won Kangho’s gaze, filled with amusement, the man didn’t hide his smile.

“Keep going.”

As if finding the situation endlessly entertaining, Won Kangho didn’t stop his teasing hands, his face brimming with intrigue.

It was agonizing. Horrific. Where was this place, why was this man here, and why was he treating him like this? This reality was nauseatingly unbearable.

After continuing the call for a while, Won Kangho abruptly hung up. Tossing the phone onto the bed, he pushed his hand deeper.

“Why are you squirming so much? Trying to flirt?”