Mine to Break Chapter 4.3 - Code numbers

“What a load of nonsense.”

The manager, glaring at the scene through the rearview mirror, sharply turned the steering wheel and pulled onto the main road. Seven in the evening. Rush hour meant the roads were heavily congested. Damn it, damn it. Without fail, the manager spewed unheard-of curses every second, blaring the horn loudly—beep, beep.

Feeling his head buzzing, Yoonjo leaned back and closed his eyes. In the darkened recesses of his mind, it felt like red footprints were endlessly stamped. Growing anxious that only a dark, murky void would remain, Yoonjo tried to think of something, anything.

Manifestation, miscarriage, pheromones, trash, debt, contract, expulsion, Beta, lobbying, Team B, Hasang…

With his eyes blankly open, Yoonjo shifted the direction of his thoughts.

Blood. Hospital. Pregnancy. Yes, pregnancy. Judging by the manager barging in while he was with Director Kim, the boss must have assumed it wasn’t pregnancy. That’s why he sent Yoonjo out for another job today.

No, Park Changseong would send Yoonjo out anywhere, anytime, as long as there was a call for him.

“Hey, filth. Get out.”

Perhaps he had dozed off, as Yoonjo didn’t even notice the car stopping. They were already in an underground parking lot, and he couldn’t quite tell where. But spotting a familiar structure, Yoonjo realized it was the parking lot of a hotel. The same hotel where Geum Sahyeok often summoned him.

“Damn it, do I have to open the door for you too?”

Startled by the realization that Geum Sahyeok had called for him, Yoonjo, who had been sitting in a daze, jumped at the manager’s shout and opened the car door.

“Call when you’re done. Damn it, don’t make me drag you out like last time. Use your own legs, got it?”

“Yes.”

The manager, glaring at Yoonjo as if he wanted to hit him while Yoonjo nodded obediently, muttered, “Ugh, damn it,” and rolled up the tinted window. Waiting until the heavily tinted window was fully closed, Yoonjo walked toward the elevator.

At the first-floor lobby, he gave his name and received a card key. Instead of heading up immediately, Yoonjo stood to one side of the lobby. As expected, a man as large as Geum Sahyeok, dressed in a black suit, approached. It was Geum Sahyeok’s secretary.

“Let’s go up.”

“Yes.”

Yoonjo, who usually just followed others, always felt a bit awkward when Geum Sahyeok’s secretary led the way.

He’s probably making sure I don’t run off. Even though I can’t escape, and I don’t even think about it.

The secretary ushered Yoonjo into the penthouse suite and quietly closed the door. The room, more like a high-end conference space than a hotel room, always felt unfamiliar no matter how many times he came. Yet his body, accustomed to routine, immediately headed for the bathroom.

Even after washing, the body reflected in the mirror wasn’t in great shape. Gangbang. Yes, it hadn’t even been a day since the gangbang. The shorter intervals between jobs since his manifestation weren’t just his imagination. Being called out without time to recover wasn’t new, but such short intervals were a first. And this time, it was the man who had significantly contributed to wrecking Yoonjo’s body just yesterday.

Is he checking if I’m still durable?

That seemed likely. If Yoonjo wasn’t a Beta and wasn’t durable, the man would easily replace him. Begging to be kept felt laughable now. But back then, it was Yoonjo’s best option. Even now, it seemed like the best option until the man discarded him.

“Ah…”

Entering the bedroom, Yoonjo stopped in his tracks.

The man was outside the window. Geum Sahyeok, smoking a cigarette on the terrace connected to the bedroom, turned around. His sharp gaze revealed his perceptiveness.

Meeting his eyes, Yoonjo bowed slightly, and the man, smiling faintly, exhaled a puff of smoke. The breeze scattered the hazy smoke.

Capital CEO, gangster, dominant Alpha.

And Song Yoonjo’s sponsor.

It was an odd combination, like a straight line veering off at the end.

Yoonjo lowered his gaze. He lacked the confidence to keep meeting the eyes of the man who had turned fully toward him. He worried about seeming impudent. Until he was deemed useless, he wanted to stay in the man’s good graces.

At the sound of the terrace door opening and closing, Yoonjo subtly raised his eyelashes. Having finished his cigarette, the man walked in, unbuttoning his dress shirt. His suit jacket and tie were undone, and his slightly tousled hair, disturbed by the wind, framed his blue-tinted shirt.

Seeing him like this in a hotel room felt very unfamiliar. Before sex, they rarely faced each other. The man usually entered the room only after Yoonjo had washed, typically in a pristine suit, heading straight to the bathroom without glancing at Yoonjo, who lay quietly on the bed. It went without saying when he took Yoonjo in places like an office.

“YJ0422-128.”

Reacting to the familiar product code, Yoonjo looked up and instinctively reached out with both hands. Thankfully, he caught the yellow candy without dropping it. His flustered appearance made him seem quite young. Holding the candy delicately in both hands, Yoonjo looked up at Sahyeok, his face clearly showing he didn’t know what to do. With a smirk, Sahyeok’s gaze briefly flicked to Yoonjo’s left hand.

“Eat it.”

“…Pardon?”

“Song Yoonjo, don’t you know how to eat candy?”

“…No.”

“Want me to unwrap it for you?”

“…”

Looking alternately at Sahyeok’s amused face and the candy in his palm, Yoonjo shook his head.

“I’ll… eat it.”

Lowering his head, Yoonjo fumbled with the wrapper, and the sound of retreating footsteps followed. The bathroom door opened and closed, and soon the sound of water came. Staring at the unwrapped yellow candy, a small question arose in Yoonjo’s eyes.

Is there a drug in it…

He had never taken drugs during sex with Geum Sahyeok. His rough, sadistic sex always happened with Yoonjo fully sober. Of course, that might have changed after yesterday. Most sponsors preferred drugging Yoonjo to excite him and ravage him. Geum Sahyeok might have liked the drugged version of Yoonjo.

Would that let me stay with him longer?

What a joke.

Dismissing his own expectations, Yoonjo popped the candy into his mouth. It tasted like lemon. The rotten smell of bills lingering in his mouth since the hospital seemed to fade. Even after rinsing his mouth before, during, and after washing, the smell had persisted, sometimes triggering nausea.

Maybe the drug is kicking in.

It seemed like a man who used only good, expensive things would use high-quality drugs too. Whether it was his imagination or an actual drug, Yoonjo lay on the bed, closing his eyes.

The cool air settled on his bare body, uncovered by even a robe. With Geum Sahyeok, it was never too cold or too hot. In the perfect temperature, enduring Sahyeok’s violent and intense desires, Yoonjo felt oddly free from threats. At least in those moments, it seemed like the risk of other dangers vanished.

“Ah…!”

Snapping his eyes open, Yoonjo bolted upright.

“…”

Fresh from the shower, Geum Sahyeok was looking down at him. Quickly scanning the surroundings, Yoonjo checked the clock. Forty minutes… He had fallen asleep while lying down. Or was it the drug? But if it was a drug, his mind wouldn’t be this clear. Was it really just candy…

“I’m… sorry.”

Normally, Geum Sahyeok finished showering in twenty minutes, and his hair was almost dry now.

“I’m sorry…”

Apologizing, Yoonjo crawled off the bed and knelt before Geum Sahyeok. Placing both hands on his thighs, he tilted his head back to look up at him.

“Shall I suck you off first?”

The word “cock” slipped from Yoonjo’s small, pretty, but swollen lips, prompting a short laugh from Sahyeok as he reached out.

“Song Yoonjo’s mouth is so small, it keeps getting torn.”

“…”

Puzzled, Yoonjo felt thick, long fingers wrap around his hair. The man never cared where Yoonjo was torn or hurt, especially since he contributed this time. As he was pulled closer, Yoonjo opened his mouth, the lemon taste still lingering on his tongue. His nape was pressed, and a flaccid cock pushed past his lips.

“Guh—!”

The wide glans hit the back of his throat. Shaking his hips but not pulling back, Yoonjo relaxed his body, opening his throat. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, and hot breaths poured from his nostrils.

Sahyeok’s chest slowly rose and fell, gripping Yoonjo’s small head tightly with one hand. The inner walls clung to the bulging veins, tightly wrapping around the now engorged cock.

Mmm. Letting out a pleased groan, Sahyeok pulled Yoonjo’s head closer. Urgh… The narrow throat was filled with Sahyeok’s cock.

Is he satisfied…

Looking up at Sahyeok with clouded eyes, Yoonjo noticed the taut, bulging muscles and felt a slight relief. He tightened and relaxed his throat muscles, stimulating Sahyeok’s cock. The reward was faster thrusts.

“Hnng—haah…, ha—.”

Pushing Yoonjo to the brink of passing out, Sahyeok tucked the small body under his arm and strode to the bed. Thrown onto the soft mattress, Yoonjo didn’t try to escape but lay flat, raising his knees. Spreading his legs and pulling the opening apart, Yoonjo’s white fingers caught Sahyeok’s gaze. With a short laugh, Sahyeok climbed onto the bed.

The hardened glans touched the folds. No, it pressed against the quivering inner walls, pulled apart on both sides. As the massive cock’s root stretched the barely healed folds, as heavy balls slapped against the perineum with a thud, Yoonjo screamed and passed out. Moments later, jolted awake by the force rocking his body, Yoonjo burst into tears.

Screams or sobs, indistinguishable, spilled from Yoonjo’s throat. As always, Geum Sahyeok used, squeezed, and devoured Yoonjo to his liking, filling a black hole of desire.

ᢉ𐭩

It felt like an entire night had passed, but only three hours had gone by. Yoonjo, who had fainted multiple times during the act, was utterly exhausted, unable to move a finger.

He tried to look around, but dried semen clouded his vision. Wheezing faintly, Yoonjo’s dulled ears caught the sound of movement. No, it was the sensation of the organ still filling his body slipping out with a squelch, causing a slight tremor. The weight and warmth pressing down on him lifted.

Rustle—the sound of crumpled sheets followed as one side of the mattress dipped slightly. Barely turning his head, Yoonjo’s eyes caught the man’s back. Large muscles, swollen from intense movement, bore faint scars scattered across the clean, tattoo-free skin, with sweat beads revealing the lingering heat of their encounter.

Geum Sahyeok’s back muscles twitched menacingly as he ran a hand through his hair. Staring blankly at the body that could crush someone like Yoonjo in an instant, Yoonjo moved his lips unconsciously.

“Can’t you… let our team debut?”

A hoarse, raspy voice spilled out. Realizing what he had done only when the words reached his own ears, Yoonjo’s face went pale.

Geum Sahyeok, loosening his muscles by tilting his head side to side, turned to Yoonjo with an unexpected look. Meeting his gaze, Yoonjo forced his unresponsive body upright, sitting politely with hands on thighs. For a moment, Sahyeok’s brow furrowed, but Yoonjo didn’t notice.

“Please… let our team debut, CEO…”

Instead of apologizing for the slip, Yoonjo repeated the request, and Sahyeok’s eyes glinted with interest.

“Why should I?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sahyeok turned halfway toward Yoonjo. Drawn by the piercing stare, Yoonjo barely met his eyes, trembling all over—his eyes, shoulders, hands, his entire body. Still, he opened his mouth.

“Because you can, CEO.”

“So why should I?”

The emotionless tone was all the more terrifying. Above all, Yoonjo hadn’t anticipated the “why.” He expected to be ignored or struck. In truth, until he spoke, Yoonjo hadn’t even realized such a question existed in his mind. So he couldn’t answer easily. Especially since, for the past five years, no one had ever asked Yoonjo “why.” There was no need.

“Only a fool grants something just because they can.”

Unable to provide a proper reason for Sahyeok’s pressing question, Yoonjo could only move his lips, unable to respond.

Why?

Why care about a team that’s not even real…

When I can’t even take care of myself.

“Song Yoonjo, who sold his body for easy money, now wants fame too?”

“…”

“Did you even get your team’s consent? All of them have product codes like you. Did you check if they actually want to be singers or just want to raise their price and live off it?”

Stunned by the unexpected jab, Yoonjo shook his head in denial.

“No, CEO. They’re still young… ugh!”

Before he could finish, a hand grabbed his jaw tightly. A cold gaze settled on his contorted face.

“Looks like you’re not scared of me, Yoonjo.”

But Yoonjo was trembling so hard even the hand gripping his jaw shook. Tears welled up, rolling down his flushed temples.

“I’m… scared.”

“Then why are you so talkative? Makes me want to crush you.”

Staring impassively, Sahyeok let out a scoff and released Yoonjo’s jaw. Pushed by the force, Yoonjo fell backward. As Sahyeok stood to leave, Yoonjo spoke.

“CEO…”

Struggling to lift his fallen body, Yoonjo frantically crawled to the edge of the bed.

“Please… help us…”

From the bruised, battered back, murky fluid dripped heavily from the flower-like anus. It was a pitiful sight, enough to make one wince. But Sahyeok didn’t even glance at the desperate plea, leaving the bedroom without treating Yoonjo as worth acknowledging.

ᢉ𐭩

Past midnight, the large SUV sped smoothly along the wide road. Annoyed by the rain pelting the car, Sahyeok, who had been reviewing documents in the back seat, tossed the tablet aside and leaned deep into the seat. Jaewook, focused on driving, glanced through the rearview mirror before looking forward again.

Sahyeok wasn’t one to tolerate speculation or assumptions. He focused on facts and situations, especially since his subordinates had caused trouble by acting rashly more than once. In times like this, waiting for Sahyeok’s orders was the wisest move. Fortunately, Jaewook’s judgment was spot-on this time.

“Found a new one yet?”

“I’ve compiled a list. Shall I prepare it?”

Staring out at the rain-soaked trees flashing by, Sahyeok narrowed his brow. Recalling the blood on his cock with every thrust twisted his mood.

Not even a Beta, and that already worn-out body isn’t normal either. And yet he makes such pathetic requests.

The club where the policy institute advisors had their fun was notorious for low-quality service. For a twenty-five-year-old to end up there meant he was used up. Curious if he was still usable, Sahyeok called him, but he was worse than expected.

Every hole used for sex was a given, but even his armpits, knees, and nape bore marks of use. Deep welts on his neck from thin, tough straps, widespread bruises around his navel from punches or kicks, and a cigarette burn on his left hand weren’t old.

Sahyeok had no intention of keeping him long or monopolizing him. A year at best. No need to invest in a disposable item. Seeing him manifest as an Omega and get wrecked in just six months confirmed Sahyeok’s guess. Based on experience and statistics, he had no doubts.

“I heard something interesting today.”

“Yes, CEO.”

“He asked me to let his team debut.”

His tone was incredulous. Jaewook briefly recalled the lobby product who, despite spouting such audacious nonsense, was still alive. The innocent-looking face that obediently followed orders didn’t match such a request. In such cases, it usually split two ways: a change in circumstances or a change of heart.

“I’ll look into it.”

Interpreting Sahyeok’s silence as approval, Jaewook closely checked the rearview mirror. Tap, tap. The sound of thick, rough fingers drumming on the car echoed. It was Sahyeok’s habit when deep in thought.

“Forget it. Delete the product code and bring someone else.”

“Yes, understood.”

Jaewook answered promptly and focused back on driving. Yoonjo must have really pissed him off, but surviving was sheer luck for Song Yoonjo. Or rather, since dealing with the aftermath was a hassle, Geum Sahyeok avoided creating unnecessary trouble. That, in Yoonjo’s case, could be considered luck.

ᢉ𐭩

Seeing the blood-stained sheet, the color drained from Yoonjo’s face.

Ah.

He thought it was Geum Sahyeok’s semen or his own fluids, not blood. Only then did he notice the clumps dripping down his thighs. It was mixed with blood.

“Ah…”

It didn’t hurt.

“…”

It didn’t hurt when I was with the CEO.

The candy.

The candy had a drug.

Yes, someone like Geum Sahyeok, who used him like a sex toy, wouldn’t show trivial kindness.

And I didn’t even realize.

Didn’t realize…?

What?

What did I do…

Crouching awkwardly, Yoonjo reached out. Scooping the pooling blood on the carpet with both hands, he hurriedly pulled off the sheet. Frantically scrubbing the blood-soaked carpet, Yoonjo suddenly froze. Clutching the crumpled sheet, he curled up, shrinking smaller. He stayed coiled like a cocoon for a long time.

ᢉ𐭩

Unable to wait any longer, the manager, heading up to the room, found Yoonjo stepping out of the elevator and exploded in anger. Reflexively striking Yoonjo’s head, he paused as Yoonjo collapsed limply.

“What, what the hell?”

Startled, the manager nudged Yoonjo’s back with his foot. Getting no response, he paled and tried shaking him awake, when the limp body twitched.

“Damn it, Song Yoonjo!”

The shaken manager started yelling.

“I’m sorry.”

“You damn…”

About to raise his hand again to the staggering Yoonjo, the manager muttered, “Ugh, damn it,” and kicked a trash can instead, taking the lead. Even at a glance, Yoonjo looked awful. The impact when he fell was different from usual.

Damn it, am I going to end up cleaning up a corpse?

No matter how trashed he was, he wasn’t a sex robot. From the day before yesterday to tonight, he’d been used almost nonstop.

With an uneasy expression, the manager glanced at Yoonjo in the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas. Seeing him slumped like a soulless doll only worsened the feeling.

Roughly parking the expensive foreign car Park Changseong had been persuaded to buy, the manager flung open the back door and yanked Yoonjo’s wrist.

“…”

Flinching but following obediently, Yoonjo froze upon recognizing the building, stepping back. Ignoring his hesitation, the manager roughly pulled him along. Reluctantly following, Yoonjo looked up at the towering building—it was the hospital run by Director Kim.