Yang’s Master Chapter 3.3 - Monsoon in the Alley

Click-clack. The sound of heeled shoes echoed down the hallway. Roserock, who had a metal pin stuck into the side of his red bobbed hair, chewed his gum noisily as he walked down the somewhat narrow and old hallway, then yanked open the wine-colored door without even knocking. His unhesitating steps came to an abrupt halt, and a vein bulged on Roserock’s smooth instep.

The room was a mess. The Turkish carpet, the French table, the English tea set, all of which had been prepared with great care. It had not been long since they were brought in, yet none of them were in one piece. Instead of screaming, “Do you have any idea how much all this costs?” Roserock pinched his nose with an aloof expression.

Considering Cheon Yeomyung’s wealth, a few broken items like these were nothing. What was truly nauseating was the thick stench of semen. In the end, Roserock couldn’t help but let out a bitter remark.

“Boss, this is a bit…”

The man, who was sitting up against the headboard and smoking a cigarette, raised his head at the sound of Roserock’s voice. The early morning sunlight streaming through the window illuminated his face. His black hair was tousled and pressed down, but it did not look ridiculous. The man swept back the bangs that were poking his eyes with a gloved hand and then effortlessly extinguished the still-burning match. Soon, cigarette smoke filled the room, which was already blanketed in the smell of semen.

“Why?”

“I have a private life too, you know.”

At Roserock’s voice, full of complaint, Cheon Yeomyung smiled and flicked the ash from his cigarette.

“That’s rather surprising to hear now.”

These were subordinates who sometimes had to watch his sexual encounters from start to finish to guard against assassination attempts. It was amusing that Roserock was whining about seeing the aftermath of sex. It wasn’t even that rough. Cheon Yeomyung had done his best to be gentle the previous night, just as Yang Euijoo had wished. He had managed to hold back, even though his instincts were screaming that it was frustrating. He did admit to becoming a bit persistent in the process…

Cheon Yeomyung glanced at Yang Euijoo, who was sleeping like a corpse. He hadn’t been washed properly, so there were still traces of dried semen on his chin and cheeks. Maybe I should have wiped him down more. Cheon Yeomyung gently rubbed Yang Euijoo’s cheek with his fingertips. As if even the slight contact was bothering him, Yang Euijoo let out a pained groan and swatted the hand away.

Pulling back the hand that had been so coldly rejected, Cheon Yeomyung turned his gaze to Roserock. Roserock, feeling sullied just by being in the room, chewed his gum, making loud snapping sounds. Soon, the pointed toe of Roserock’s shoe kicked at the balled-up comforter on the floor.

“You’re not going to tell me to clean this up, are you?”

“Call the housemeid.”

He was not a boss so heartless and merciless as to order his subordinates to clean up a semen-soaked comforter. Roserock continued his questions while looking at Cheon Yeomyung.

“Should I buy more comforters?”

“Do as you please.”

“Would it be better to just get rid of the tea set and stock condoms yirang gel instead?”

“That would be more practical.”

“What about the broken furniture?”

“Buy new ones if you want.”

Roserock, who had been rapidly writing down a list of things to buy, stopped and looked at Cheon Yeomyung. His brown eyes were filled with displeasure.

“You’re not planning on using this place again, are you?”

“No.”

“Then why are you telling me to buy things? I’ll just have everything disposed of.”

Roserock replied, fiercely scribbling over the list he had just written. Then he walked a little further into the room and threw open the tightly shut window. The dark green curtains he had untied billowed and violently slapped Roserock across the face. Roserock swore and roughly tore the curtain from his face.

“You should air the room out a bit, too.”

“The kid will get cold.”

“Co…”

Roserock made a dumbfounded expression and escaped from the curtain that was clinging to him like a sticky vine.

“Boss, it’s still August, you know?”

“I know.”

“You knooow?”

Roserock’s voice finally rose. Just before Roserock’s nagging began, Cheon Yeomyung managed to toss his cigarette onto the clean sheet and cover Yang Euijoo’s ears. Thanks to the still black-leather-gloved hands blocking out the sharp, whining noise, Yang Euijoo continued to sleep his weary sleep on the bed, and Cheon Yeomyung, with the patience of a generous boss, endured the scolding being poured out by his subordinate, who was slightly older than him and felt like a big sister.

“In the middle of summer! It’s sweltering the moment you step outside, what do you mean cold? Do you think it’s winter or something? It’s not like you’re new to dating, I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this. And I specifically told you to contact me if you were going to stay out all night! Your position as the boss— I mean, if you just had a single thought—”

The more he spoke, the more things he found to be angry about. He must have held back quite a bit, Cheon Yeomyung marveled inwardly as he listened attentively to Roserock’s nagging. Soon came the sharp conclusion that if he was going to stay out all night like this, he should just get rid of the mansion and move out completely. Cheon Yeomyung waited for Roserock’s anger to subside before asking with a very obedient and mild face.

“Are you done nagging?”

“Cheon Yeomyung!”

Before Roserock could start a second round, Cheon Yeomyung waved his hands to stop him. Sigh. Roserock clicked his tongue, looking at the glowing face that clearly showed his overnight stay had been very enjoyable.

“Don’t show things like this to Rinrin.”

“Noona, do you still think Rinrin is eighteen? He’s older than the pharmacist-teacher.”

“…Then at least be nice to that young teacher.”

At that, Cheon Yeomyung’s expression changed. Instead of answering that he had been nice, he just smiled and brushed the cold cigarette ash off the sheet with the back of his hand. The sheet slid down, draping over his firmly built abs. Beneath the sheet, which was so thin it flowed like silk, the muscles of his stomach and thighs were clearly visible. Roserock looked at it with the same displeasure and disgust as if he were looking at a blood relative.

“And put some clothes on.”

“What could be more heartless than getting fully dressed right after sex?”

“Haaah.”

I don’t know how he grew up to be like this. Roserock recalled the Cheon Yeomyung from before he turned twenty, who, despite showing bad signs, had been a neat freak in his own way. Ten years may change a lot, but Cheon Yeomyung had changed too much. Perhaps because of Cheon Homyung, who had gone mad for religion and later got involved with a cult, nearly bankrupting the entire organization, his son Cheon Yeomyung had become a staunch pragmatist.

For the organization, Cheon Yeomyung was a better boss, but he was a similar headache. Roserock picked up the shoes that were lying cruelly on the floor and threw them into the trash can. It didn’t seem likely that Cheon Yeomyung would wear them again.

He glanced at Yang Euijoo, who was sleeping soundly, not even stirring at the sound of their voices. Sensing the gaze, Cheon Yeomyung twisted his elegant body to cover Yang Euijoo’s face. At the disgusting gesture, Roserock snorted involuntarily.

“Here, take this.”

He pulled a new pair of gloves from his pocket and held them out to Cheon Yeomyung. Cheon Yeomyung took the gloves while holding a new cigarette between his fingers.

“I’ll have new clothes prepared for you, too.”

“Yes, bring some for the teacher as well.”

“Will do.”

Roserock, his irritation now completely gone, let out a light sigh and walked out of the room, from which the smell of semen had somewhat dissipated.

With the clacking of heeled shoes, the red bob of hair swayed, covering the side of his face. The woman, with a cold and irritated expression, turned back to look at the man with a debauched air who was smiling brightly with a cigarette in his mouth again.

“…When are you going to take care of business?”

“Let’s wait and see.”

Kwon would have only heard the news this morning that his pregnant mistress had been kidnapped from Byeokhae. At that time, Cheon Yeomyung had been enjoying a frenzied session of sex, nibbling and sucking on Yang Euijoo. The man who had bestowed pleasure worthy of sending one to hell upon another while one person was cast into hell himself, let out a languid breath with a placid face, as if he himself were no different from hell.

“It would be great if that young lady held on bravely and even gave birth to a son…”

Kwon, an old man who was as greedy as he was stupid, also had a severe preference for male heirs. Killing a son would be a bigger blow. Roserock shook his head, looking at his boss who was so good at saying terrible things with a bright smile.

Cheon Yeomyung was a big reason why she wasn’t married. What if she met a handsome and kind man, got married, and then found out he was human trash like Cheon Yeomyung, a murderer who killed people with a smile? Who would take responsibility for that? It was better to live her whole life watching Rinrin’s cute antics, who was possessed by a ghost that had starved to death.

“I’m leaving, so get some more sleep. I’ll leave the clothes in front of the door.”

“Alright, I’ll call you in the afternoon.”

Roserock left the room with a stiff face, as if he no longer wanted to talk to Cheon Yeomyung. Seeing the door slam shut so coldly, Cheon Yeomyung soon grew bored and turned his head to the side.

His effort of personally covering his ears had paid off; Yang Euijoo was still wandering in dreamland. His puffy face, with tear tracks still remaining from crying so much, was quite cute. The image of him crying, almost screaming, yesterday came to mind unbidden. When he had teased that it would be great for the prenatal education of the pregnant woman in the next room, he had whimpered and begged him to cover his mouth.

Cheon Yeomyung was a kind lover. He tried to grant everything he desired in bed. The memory of the sensation of moving his hips while smothering his lover’s breath with his own mouth and feeling the tightening below made his lower abdomen ache again. It’s quite… nice. Cheon Yeomyung moistened his parched lips with the tip of his tongue and lowered his body. Yang Euijoo, who had been sleeping soundly, sensed the presence, wrinkled his nose, and curled up.

“Wake up.”

Cheon Yeomyung coaxed him, gently rubbing his lips against the cheek of the man who was groaning, his sleep disturbed by the sunlight.

“I’m bored.”

“Shit…”

A low, raspy voice on the verge of cracking mumbled a curse. Cheon Yeomyung’s mood lifted, and he pressed his lips against Yang Euijoo’s grimy face once more, whining like a child.

“Euijoo-ya, play with me.”

Finally, dark, ash-gray eyes, tinged with annoyance, fluttered open. Cheon Yeomyung smiled brightly, meeting his gaze.

Completely unaware that a strange woman he had never even properly spoken to had entered the room, where the evidence of two men tangled together remained starkly visible, Yang Euijoo was simply in a rather foul morning mood just from seeing the face of the uncomfortable man as soon as he opened his eyes. He sat blankly on the bed, his lips pouting, unable to hide a slight sense of embarrassment.

“Not having breakfast?”

“No.”

“Why? It’s delicious.”

Would you find it delicious? Yang Euijoo shot a look at the man, unable to hide his crooked thoughts. Seeing the traces of semen all over his body and the same-sex man who had tirelessly shot semen inside him upon waking up was as nauseating as mixing month-old, well-rotted trash from a dump and eating it with water.

He pressed his forehead, trying to think positively about the room’s soundproofing. His mouth felt as coarse as it did when he got up after being bedridden with a cold for a week. Unlike Yang Euijoo, whose expression was as dreary as a withered radish, Cheon Yeomyung looked utterly happy from the morning, as if he owned the world. He even cooed in a way that suggested he had just done a line of drugs or something and was not in his right mind.

Thanks to this, Yang Euijoo had to spit out a curse, feeling a wave of nausea that made him want to vomit not even ten minutes after waking up. Still, Cheon Yeomyung didn’t bat an eye and did as he pleased. The boss, who had no sense of dignity, had clung to his male lover and rolled around on the bed until the housemeid had cleaned the room and left. Just a moment ago, he had gotten perfectly dressed from head to toe again and was now eating his breakfast.

Yang Euijoo finished wiping the water from his body with a towel as he looked at the picturesque Western-style breakfast filling a white and gold tray.

The clothes he had been wearing yesterday had been trampled by heeled shoes and were closer to rags. If there had been only shoe prints, he would have used it as an excuse to throw them in Cheon Yeomyung’s face, but both of their clothes were equally dirty. Feeling inexplicably displeased, Yang Euijoo changed into the new clothes Cheon Yeomyung had prepared and sat down, practically throwing his body into the empty chair opposite him.

“Toast? Or eggs?”

Cheon Yeomyung asked, and Yang Euijoo answered.

“Cold water.”

“Drinking cold water with breakfast is an insult to the English breakfast.”

“Are you, by any chance, British?”

“No.”

…What am I supposed to do with that. Seeing the complaint written plainly on Yang Euijoo’s face, Cheon Yeomyung laughed out loud. The louder he laughed, the worse Yang Euijoo’s expression became. Just before he was about to shove that damn English breakfast into his mouth, Cheon Yeomyung stopped laughing and pushed an empty teacup in front of Yang Euijoo.

“I prefer to drink coffee in the morning, but the standard can be considered milk tea. Do you like sweet things?”

Yang Euijoo still had no idea what he was supposed to do. Despite his cold attitude, showing no intention of playing along, Cheon Yeomyung very kindly whipped up a cup of milk tea. He poured milk into the strongly brewed black tea, dropped two sugar cubes into it—plop, plop—and stirred it with a small spoon. Yang Euijoo silently watched the milk tea being made in front of him. For some reason, he felt like it might be poisoned.

“Here, try it. After you have something warm, eat some of this.”

Cheon Yeomyung gestured with his chin, offering the tea and food. There was plenty of food laid out on the table. Sausages scored and grilled to a golden brown, well-cooked and glistening mushrooms, canned beans stewed in tomato sauce, mashed potatoes, bread, and eggs. Yang Euijoo hesitated at the fragrant aroma that stimulated his sense of smell, but first took a sip of the milk tea. The sweetened milk tea was sweet. Seeing Yang Euijoo’s eyes widen after drinking the milk tea, Cheon Yeomyung smiled brightly.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

“…Whatever.”

“Should I cook for you next time? Cooking is my hobby.”

“Yeah, you’re so great.”

“Top husband material.”

With that useless conversation over, both men began to eat. Cheon Yeomyung used a fork and knife to pull the crisply cooked bacon in front of him. Watching Cheon Yeomyung sprinkle pepper on his toast topped with bacon and scrambled eggs, Yang Euijoo did the same. Once he started eating, the memory of his mouth feeling coarse vanished, replaced by a desperate hunger. The sausage dripped with juices he had never tasted before in his life. After a lifetime of eating dried-up pig intestines that smelled of offal, eating this new sausage made his mouth feel overwhelmingly salty and stimulating.

Halfway through the meal, Yang Euijoo felt his tongue was getting overloaded and put down his fork, picking up a piece of plain bread and tearing it in half. Cheon Yeomyung pushed the butter and jam towards him. Yang Euijoo spread them on, mixing them together, and slowly tore off pieces to eat.

In the meantime, Cheon Yeomyung finished his light toast, poured another cup of strong black coffee, and opened today’s copy of the Dae-young newspaper that had been delivered under the tray. The newspaper was entirely in English, so aside from a few very famous and simple words, Yang Euijoo couldn’t understand most of it. Looking at the relaxed face half-hidden by the newspaper, Yang Euijoo shoveled fresh eggs and tomatoes into his mouth.

While periodically checking on his lover eating diligently, Cheon Yeomyung meticulously scanned every corner of the newspaper. He paid particular attention to the advertisements in the middle of the paper. Among the ordinary ads for selling buildings, hiring housekeepers, or renting out rooms, there was also a missing person ad.

Along with a clumsy sketch that looked like it was drawn with a pencil, it was written:

‘Searching for my missing wife.’

In small print, the tiny ad listed information about the wife.

<Mei Kwon. Twenty-six. Curly brown hair. Freckles. Timid personality. Pregnant. My precious wife has suddenly disappeared. A reward will be given to anyone who provides information.>

Mei Kwon, my ass. He even got the age wrong. Cheon Yeomyung resisted the urge to burst out laughing at Kwon’s ridiculous bullshit. How desperate must he have been to rush to place an ad in the paper the moment he found out he’d been backstabbed today. Kwon probably spent a pretty penny to buy this space.

“What’s so funny?”

Yang Euijoo, who was still forking his food, looked suspiciously at Cheon Yeomyung, who had suddenly started laughing while looking at the newspaper. Cheon Yeomyung smiled with an unconcerned face.

“I was looking at an ad for a book, and the plot sounds interesting.”

“What’s it about?”

A hint of curiosity appeared on Yang Euijoo’s face as he asked. Cheon Yeomyung thought for a moment, then naturally placed his finger on the newspaper and pretended to read as he spoke.

“There’s a wicked, greedy, and violent boss. He had five children, but because he committed so many sins, heaven punished him, and all five of them died.”

Cheon Yeomyung looked at Yang Euijoo, pulling down the corners of his mouth as if he were sad. Yang Euijoo, thinking that wasn’t much of a story, was eating a tomato with an indifferent expression. Looking at the pink cheeks of the man eating well, Cheon Yeomyung continued the story.

“The boss is old and sick, and at an age where it’s difficult for him to have more children. He needs to pass on the business he built so preciously to his son, but what is he to do? While he was anxiously worrying, he miraculously heard the news that his new lover was pregnant.”

“Hmm…”

Somehow, it feels strangely realistic. Is that what all novels are like? Yang Euijoo, who could barely stumble through the JOGAK ILBO but had never read a novel, listened to Cheon Yeomyung’s story with a slight sense of wonder.

“The old boss tries his best to protect the child he had in his later years, but because he commits so many bad deeds, he ends up losing both the child and his lover, and his business goes completely bankrupt. That kind of story?”

Yang Euijoo, who had swallowed the tomato, looked at Cheon Yeomyung with a rather complicated expression. His golden eyes were sparkling. His face was full of life, as if he was truly looking forward to the story. He didn’t want to be a wet blanket… but no matter how he thought about it, the plot was strange. Is the author a psychopath? Yang Euijoo finally put down his fork.

“It doesn’t seem that interesting.”

“Why? Isn’t it interesting?”

At the puzzled question, Yang Euijoo opened his mouth without hesitation.

“It wasn’t just the boss who was punished, his children were punished too. What did the newborn baby do wrong? Isn’t that too cruel a story?”

It was an utterly naive question. Cheon Yeomyung didn’t burst out laughing, nor did he blame Yang Euijoo’s foolishly complacent mentality. With a serious face, he got angry, saying that if the greedy boss was in the wrong, for five children to die, wasn’t heaven out of its mind? It was the talk of a well-fed person who believed that all sins would be distributed fairly.

If I ask him if he naively believes in heaven, he’ll probably get annoyed and walk out. Cheon Yeomyung hid his curiosity and responded kindly to Yang Euijoo’s words.

“Is that so?”

“Of course. What did the lover yirang the newborn do wrong? If someone had to die, it should have been the bastard father alone. Collective responsibility depends on the situation, but not for children.”

Listening to the voice that was genuinely angry, Cheon Yeomyung pressed his lips firmly with his cleanly-changed gloves.

“Now that I hear you say it, teacher, you’re right. I’ll reflect on my actions.”

He had gained another secret today. A secret for his arduous romantic endeavors. He just hoped Yang Euijoo would never find out about this. He didn’t know why his lover had such useless compassion while living in a gutter… but if that was what he considered his way of living like a human being, shouldn’t he, as his lover, naturally respect that? It was also good that he was smart and looked out for his own interests just enough to be humble.

“So the cute and good baby should live, right?”

Yang Euijoo glared annoyedly at Cheon Yeomyung, who had started asking excitedly, as if looking at a half-wit.

“Of course. And you find that story interesting? Really…”

Yang Euijoo let out a sigh and began to grumble as if he’d been waiting for the chance. Cheon Yeomyung put the newspaper down completely, cupped his face like a flower with both hands, and watched with a look full of love as his lover, who had lost all fear, chattered on about the organization’s morality and humanity. His face, well-fed, well-rested, and well-dressed, looked a little more presentable than before.

“What are you doing now?”

“It’s nice to listen to you nagging.”

“Are you really out of your mind.”

Cheon Yeomyung smiled brightly and placed a raspberry tart in the mouth of Yang Euijoo, who had grown tired of being annoyed. Today was a really good day for listening to nagging.

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As if he wasn’t busy at all, Cheon Yeomyung held onto Yang Euijoo, who said he was going back to Yirang, and leisurely played around. He insisted they had to eat with Mei too, making Yang Euijoo stay in the room and having an uncomfortable meal. Mei seemed to be in a good mood, but Yang Euijoo, who couldn’t figure out the man’s ominous intentions, still forced himself to eat. Unlike breakfast, lunch was Chinese food. Yang Euijoo ate chicken stir-fried with a lot of peppers, wrapped in a flower bun. Whatever they put in it, it was incredibly spicy.

Cheon Yeomyung ate spicy food well too. He even ate what the other two couldn’t finish because they said they couldn’t eat it. Cheon Yeomyung, who ate the mouth-on-fire Sichuan cuisine without any issue, seemed to have an underdeveloped sense of taste.

He smiled at his lover, who was looking at him a little suspiciously, and then repeatedly insisted to Mei that a peaceful mind was the best thing for a pregnant woman, cajoling her. He added a warning for her not to go outside the building until she gave birth. Each time, Yang Euijoo felt a strange suspicion that made his stomach tingle, but it wasn’t something he could just confront him about.

Honestly, what more could Yang Euijoo do other than occasionally glance at Cheon Yeomyung’s handsome face while holding his chopsticks? After lunch, he was held back by Cheon Yeomyung, who spouted some honorary Englishman-like nonsense about needing to have tea, and had afternoon black tea. The black tea didn’t suit Yang Euijoo’s palate. At his critique that the aroma was too strong, Cheon Yeomyung once again changed the strong black tea into a sweet and cold milk tea.

“Sleepy?”

“No?”

“You’re very sleepy.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

And then, he insisted to a perfectly wide-awake person that he was sleepy and forced him to take a nap. The room was incomparably more pleasant and cool than the chimney house, so Yang Euijoo, feigning defeat, lay down on the soft bed and slept soundly. In the end, he saw the sunset and, clinging to a sliver of pride, insisted that he would not eat dinner and would go home.

This time, Cheon Yeomyung did not stop him. It seemed he had been taking care of various things while Yang Euijoo was sleeping, as there was a large pile of documents on the table. He immediately put down his fountain pen, got up, and said he would take Yang Euijoo to the vicinity of Yirang. Another minor argument ensued, but it was not the kind that Yang Euijoo could win.

The street he returned to after lazing around was dark. In a street where there was no chance of streetlights, only a faint light flickered between the massive blocks of buildings that looked like they were stacked from matchboxes.

The moon was shaped like a scar, as if pressed down hard by a fingernail. Feeling the summer night breeze that seemed deceptively cool, Yang Euijoo walked trudgingly with a slightly dazed face. The two men entered a quiet alley just before entering Yirang. From here, another 20-minute walk would lead to the chimney house where a certain ill-tempered pharmacist-teacher lived, or the dental clinic where a doctor-teacher with poor eyesight resided.

It was also a street where it had become a daily routine for everyone, steeped and softened by the heat, to put chairs out under their drooping signs and fan themselves.

Yang Euijoo looked at the man walking beside him. Sensing his gaze, Cheon Yeomyung turned his head and met Yang Euijoo’s eyes. He seemed extremely satisfied with the time they had spent over the last two days, as his face held a faint smile even as he walked. At that ordinary and untroubled appearance, Yang Euijoo once again lost the words he needed to say and was left adrift.

At his wavering expression, Cheon Yeomyung took Yang Euijoo’s hand and pulled him closer. He asked in the same voice he had used just a little while ago to suggest they stay for tea.

“Want to do it?”

“…Pardon?”

After eating a good meal, and even having a cup of tea, the words that came out were some crazy bullshit. Yang Euijoo questioned his ears and asked again.

“Halal-gyo?”

“I said, ‘want to do it.’”

You know about Halal too? With a slight smirk, Cheon Yeomyung lightly bit his own lip. Yang Euijoo, who had his lips sucked while just walking down the street, had a dazed expression.

“Here? What…”

“I think if we part ways today, I won’t be able to see you for a while. Something busy has come up.”

“So?”

“Let’s do it before we go.”

What crazy talk is this. Yang Euijoo wanted to ask in his head if he didn’t remember spewing all night long yesterday, but the man’s hand suddenly slipping into his loose waistband was faster. Yang Euijoo wanted to pinch the hand that was groping another’s buttocks, but he couldn’t. Hearing murmuring voices from a nearby alley, Cheon Yeomyung tensed his arm. A grown man, who was on the larger side, was lifted into his arms and whisked into the depths of the alley without leaving so much as a footprint.

“Wait, let’s just go home…!”

“You don’t like doing it outside?”

Who would like that. Yang Euijoo had seen plenty of dirty things, but his sexual tastes and preferences were very normal and on the prudish side. For him, getting so intimately entangled with a man like this was one of the dirtiest things in his life. So, doing it outside was unthinkable. If he had not been outmatched by Cheon Yeomyung in terms of sheer size, he would have kicked this violent man in the crotch at least once.

“Your hand, ugh…”

From the hands that touched his body without hesitation, he felt the artificial and cold texture of leather, and a shiver ran down his spine. He struggled to escape from the arms of the crazy man who didn’t take off his gloves in almost any situation, but the more he did, the more he felt the sensation of a hard brick wall against his back. The rough stones pressed into his back, leaving scratches. Ugh, Yang Euijoo grimaced.

Only then did the smooth leather glove slide inside his back to lift his body in an embrace.

“Do, we, really, have to.”

Yang Euijoo, gripping his shoulders, asked while panting.

“Relax.”

Cheon Yeomyung said something else instead of answering. It wasn’t exactly a situation where he could relax, but instead of cursing, Yang Euijoo quietly held onto the man’s shoulders. His loose pants dangled, caught around his ankles. A finger pressed down on the entrance, still a little swollen from the previous night’s activities. The entrance opened more smoothly than expected. Cheon Yeomyung had a wicked thought, and conversely, Yang Euijoo pleaded pain.

“It hurts…!”

His suppressed voice rang out, but Cheon Yeomyung was indifferent. There’s no way it hurts. He wedged his knee between his thighs, preventing Yang Euijoo from spreading his legs as he pleased, and then pushed his fingers firmly inside.

The softly relaxed inner walls swallowed the fingers with ease. It would have hurt even if it were a bare hand being shoved in, but because of the man who insisted on wearing gloves, Yang Euijoo panted, feeling a knotted pain in his lower abdomen. His pelvis throbbed from having his legs spread in an uncomfortable position.

To feel like doing this outside on a summer night. Did selling drugs pickle his brain too? Hearing his grumbling, Cheon Yeomyung chuckled and added another finger.

“Ah!”

At the rather loud cry, Yang Euijoo himself looked more surprised.

“You’re going to advertise to the whole neighborhood.”

Cheon Yeomyung teased, not missing the timing. Yang Euijoo, his face flushed, finally rested his forehead on Cheon Yeomyung’s shoulder and curled up. It was an attitude that was neither cooperative nor uncooperative. After a moment of thought, Cheon Yeomyung pulled out the fingers that had been stirring the inner walls and pressed the tip of his erect member against the entrance. Before Yang Euijoo, who had a premonition of something ominous, could say anything to stop him, his penis shoved in, tearing open the uncomfortably tight entrance.

“Ugh.”

Yang Euijoo retched and buried his head downwards. Tear stains marked the smooth and pleasantly textured black suit. Cheon Yeomyung didn’t say anything to his lover for ruining his expensive clothes. Instead, he narrowed his eyes as if enjoying the inner tightness that was so constricting it made his head spin.

“You have to relax, there’s still this much left.”

At the words spoken while fiddling with the thick base, of which about two finger-joints remained, Yang Euijoo’s expression turned red, then deathly pale. It was already overwhelming to accept what was filling him completely, and there was still more. He managed to do it every time, but he just couldn’t understand it whenever it happened. Both the man who walked around with something that looked like a monstrosity for a penis, and himself, who actually took it all the way.

Did I unknowingly take some suspicious drug on the first day? He had his irreverent suspicions, but the second time, and the third time, he ended up succeeding in taking the same man’s cock. He even knew now how far it reached when it was inserted to the root.

Usually, he would feel a swelling somewhere below his navel, and that meant the man had pushed it all the way in.

Yang Euijoo fumbled around his lower abdomen and groin. It was a meaningless act, like a wild animal after an accident, instinctively and blankly pondering how much more he had to open his body, but a sharp, mocking laugh erupted from above his head.

“Fuck, now you’re memorizing it by that?”

At the murderous voice he had only heard a few times, Yang Euijoo stopped pondering ‘how much’ and lifted his head. Cheon Yeomyung’s golden eyes glistened as if drenched in pig’s blood. Yang Euijoo blankly watched as Cheon Yeomyung grabbed his wrist and lifted it. He soon found himself facing the brick wall, in a state similar to a young lamb lying on a market floor, awaiting its final day.

“Wha…”

Before he could even mumble something, the man who had pressed his body against his back impatiently thrust his penis in. It entered perfectly, up to the point Yang Euijoo had fumbled to check. Gasp. Yang Euijoo coughed like a strangled person and struggled.

With only his pants pulled down, he felt the sensation of coarse pubic hair on his buttocks, which were wet all over with some unknown fluid. Yang Euijoo’s nose and cheek were pressed against the dirty brick wall and scraped as if by fingernails.

“Ah!”

Only then did Yang Euijoo scream with all his might, like someone who had just realized the existence of pain. The man, who had bound his hands behind his back and inserted himself haphazardly, grabbed Yang Euijoo’s face with his remaining hand and pulled it away from the brick wall. The stone dust that had stuck to the already-formed scratches fell away with a patter.

“My lover.”

Cheon Yeomyung recited a horribly affectionate term of endearment that didn’t fit the situation at all. Yang Euijoo, with his cheek cupped, blankly listened to Cheon Yeomyung’s voice, which clung to him from behind like a body odor.

“You’ve become a complete slut.”

The content was not affectionate at all. Finally, a teardrop fell, unable to penetrate the black glove.

Every time the penis moved in and out, he had the grand delusion that something sticky was pouring out from somewhere. His thighs, standing taut on his tiptoes, trembled every time they received the penis being thrust from behind.

Stumbling, his steps faltered a few times. One of the new slippers finally came off, and his toes touched the ground. The flattened slipper lay overturned, having lost its function, and Yang Euijoo panted, letting out suppressed, choked moans.

“Rather, just, hold… me, ah!”

Every time their bodies collided roughly from behind, his knees scraped against the brick wall. It stung and smarted. It seemed he had no intention of letting go of his tightly bound wrists. It was clear that dark blue bruises would form in the shape of each finger joint. The hand that firmly gripped his pale wrist sometimes added more force, as if merely holding it was not enough. Every time that happened, a sobbing sound escaped from Yang Euijoo’s mouth, suppressed as it spread outside.

It would have been better if he could have just let go and collapsed, but he couldn’t because they were outside. In the middle of it all, his body, unable to withstand the violent collisions, was slapped against the wall like a flat piece of dough. Each time, he felt the pain of being sanded down all over his body, and Yang Euijoo whimpered without realizing it. The pain from violence and the pain that accompanies sex were completely different. Gasp. Cheon Yeomyung, pulling up Yang Euijoo’s body, which had made a choking sound, probed the bright red, swollen entrance with his finger.

“Hngh…, it hurts, ugh…”

The tautly swollen entrance looked like a piece of meat that hadn’t been bled properly. And into that place, the penis was once again stuffed. As he suffered the pain of his pelvis splitting from the very slow insertion, Yang Euijoo blinked his dazed eyes slowly and panted.

He heard voices from not too far away. In a terror that made his hair stand on end, Yang Euijoo stopped whimpering and bit his lip hard. His already tattered lips only felt pain when he bit them. Ah, my lips will be bruised too. Along with that premonition, the man’s act continued, completely unconcerned with the gazes of others.

The sensation of a giant club being thrust up to his navel and then pulled out continued. Or maybe a large stick was just piercing through him from his mouth to that place. With his penis erect, he pressed down on Yang Euijoo, who was struggling with instinctive fear, and thrust hard inside.

“No, don’t!”

His tear-mixed voice, completely overturned, echoed rumblingly in the narrow alley. Cheon Yeomyung swallowed the urge to cum at the sensation of the wildly churning inside and let out a faint moan.

“Hoo…”

Every time he pushed up hard against the bumpy inner walls and crushed the inside, a dazzling pattern of light exploded before his eyes. More, Yang Euijoo murmured only in his head so that Cheon Yeomyung couldn’t hear, and tightened his insides. It was a terrible pleasure. His body instinctively bucked, seeking the end. The throbbing friction and pain were overshadowed by the feeling of his internal organs being battered. The inside, which had swallowed the penis to its fullest, tightened all at once.

“Sto, stop…, ah, ah!”

Every time his body bucked, something flowed from his erect member. It was like a loosely turned faucet. A low voice let out a short exclamation laced with laughter.

“Looks like my lover prefers this a bit more.”

Looking at the mark that had soaked the lower part of the brick wall dark gray, as if he had relieved himself grandly, Yang Euijoo slowly moved his cloudy, unfocused pupils. And when his cheek moved slightly, Yang Euijoo’s penis twitched, spewing out the remaining semen at the very, very end.

“Should we try doing it outside next time too?”

Feeling not the slightest bit of guilt, Cheon Yeomyung cackled. Yang Euijoo was about to retort something, but decided to shut his trap at the feeling of something sticky pouring out from his widely spread and pulsing below.

It would be a big problem if he lost control of his feelings, spewed harsh words, and got on Cheon Yeomyung’s bad side, leading to a nasty situation. Though he wasn’t sure if it could be nastier than being suddenly kidnapped while on his way home and fucked against a wall.

Yang Euijoo roughly shook off Cheon Yeomyung’s arm that was holding him and, stumbling, pulled out the inserted penis. At the end of the unpleasant pain, like a snake slithering out from inside him, something trickled down, dirtying his leg.

“You, fucker…”

Yang Euijoo scowled fiercely and fumbled at his damp buttocks and thighs. As Yang Euijoo roughly wiped the dripping semen on the brick wall, Cheon Yeomyung handed him something. His pants were dirty with dirt. Yang Euijoo’s expression was not good as he snatched back the pants that had been relatively clean 30 minutes ago and put them on. Cheon Yeomyung, in turn, dusted off the dirt from the pants and asked, pretending to be kind.

“Should I walk you home?”

“No, just get lost.”

“It seems pretty dangerous to go like that, are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“From what I can see, you are the most dangerous person here.”

Since he wasn’t wrong in many ways, Cheon Yeomyung laughed heartily, then personally straightened Yang Euijoo’s clothes. Yang Euijoo felt a great sense of anger at the act of Cheon Yeomyung taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his hands and face.

“Sorry if you didn’t like it.”

“…”

“I won’t do it outside next time.”

Am I supposed to accept this as an apology? Yang Euijoo, with a displeased face, ignored Cheon Yeomyung’s apology and turned his body to limp towards his destination.

Cheon Yeomyung didn’t say goodbye or ask when they would see each other again. As if it were a matter of course, both of them kept their mouths shut and went their separate ways. The sight of Cheon Yeomyung heading towards the main road with streetlights and Yang Euijoo heading towards the dark and damp Yirang was a stark contrast.

Yang Euijoo thought about his messed-up state in many ways and tried hard to suppress the laughter that was welling up.

So, he prayed earnestly not to meet anyone on his way home. If he ran into one troublemaker here, he would become the pharmacist-teacher who officially added a murder to his list of crimes, just as the residents of Yirang so wished.

However, not even five minutes after parting with Cheon Yeomyung, Yang Euijoo came to realize that not killing someone was not an easy task.

“Feel good getting fucked under a man?”

The moment he saw Du Shanchong’s twitching face, Yang Euijoo threw his morality onto the pier’s breakwater and smashed it.

“Your whimpering sounds echoed so loudly in the alley that this humble self even jerked off. Huh?”

Yang Euijoo was so annoyed by the fact that Du Shanchong had used him as fap material and gotten off once that he wanted to kill Cheon Yeomyung.

“Are you ignoring me now?”

Du Shanchong suddenly grabbed Yang Euijoo’s shoulder. Yang Euijoo’s face hardened as he recognized the identity of the white liquid on the thick, knobby fingers. However, instead of removing his hand, Du Shanchong deliberately wiped the semen on his hand onto Yang Euijoo’s T-shirt. He licked his lips as he looked at the nipples that were still slightly prominent on the T-shirt, not long after sex had ended.

“Take it off before I break your fingers.”

At the cold words that finally came out of his mouth, Du Shanchong cackled like a beast.

“Why are you playing hard to get? You were crying like you were dying earlier, why don’t you act like that for me too.”

His fingers stickily groped his shoulder. Yang Euijoo finally swatted Du Shanchong’s hand away. Du Shanchong took Yang Euijoo’s action as a coy refusal and giggled, revealing his yellowed teeth. A foul odor emanated from his body. At the smell of rotting corpses, Yang Euijoo held his breath.

“This here isn’t satisfied yet, why don’t you suck it a little before you go.”

Du Shanchong giggled and pointed to his bulging crotch. So that’s where the stench was coming from. Yang Euijoo snorted and glared at Du Shanchong. Contempt flowed from his impassive, almost cold expression. He was nowhere to be seen when Cheon Yeomyung was around, but the moment he left, he came running like a dog in heat, panting. It was ridiculous. It was more humiliating that Du Shanchong of all people had seen him in that state than the fact that he had been fucked by a man and came.

“Acting all pricey, fuck, you’ve become a complete whore…”

“So what?”

He was in a very foul mood today. He was annoyed because he felt like he had been swayed by Cheon Yeomyung all day, and then he had sex again in the heat of the moment. And on top of that, he had moaned so loudly that the whole alley could hear. If he was going to show it off like that, he might as well have done a live sex show for money; hadn’t he just done a whole bunch of favors for others?

“If you’re going to watch, pay up, you impotent bastard.”

So, in the end, he swore. Du Shanchong’s face turned bright red after being sworn at again by someone he thought was a pushover.

Du Shanchong, his face smeared with greed, hitched up his sagging pants and muttered something wicked. Yang Euijoo turned his head slightly to the side and ran his fingers through the hair flowing down his neck as if combing it. A single strand of hair, slightly tangled at the end, was pulled out with a stinging sensation and got caught in his fingers.

“Get lost before I really kill you.”

“Puha!”

Du Shanchong just cackled at Yang Euijoo’s murderous words. It seemed he felt as if a powerless, fluffy herbivore was baring its teeth. The greedy man licked his thick lips, not having given up on the ambition of getting a taste of money out of Yang Euijoo somehow.

“A guy who can’t even shake off one dandy is going to kill someone? Know your place.”

Dandy. At that moment, Yang Euijoo’s eyes widened at the ominous piece of information that flashed through his mind. His gloomy, dark ash-gray hair swayed in the heavy wind.

“…Dandy?”

In Yirang, there was no madman who would call Cheon Yeomyung a dandy. No, Cheon Yeomyung was not a dandy to begin with. In Yirang, there were cases where nerds who had studied a bit were mockingly called dandies or bookworms, but it was extremely rare for Cheon Yeomyung to be called that. If it wasn’t that sinister and merciless man… then there was only one ‘dandy’ Yang Euijoo had met recently. Du Shanchong twitched his nose ridiculously and then, as if he knew, said, “Aah.”

“I caught you messing around with that dandy bastard. Fuck, I went to show you some affection, and you’re flirting with a guy who asked you to let him be a kept man?”

Every time Du Shanchong cackled, the strong smell of alcohol wafted over. Unable to stand the stench, Yang Euijoo pinched his nose and looked at Du Shanchong’s unpleasant face. Du Shanchong, as if to reward Yang Euijoo’s gaze, continued with a detailed explanation.

“I immediately chased after him and beat him a few times with a fire poker, and now he can’t move, can he? That’s not my fault.”

You be cursed too. This land, and you too! The woman’s ringing curse seemed to pierce his ears again.

“You son of a bitch.”

A curse leaked out of Yang Euijoo’s lips like a sigh. So, the person who killed Peter and made a woman a pitiful widow was Du Shanchong. Yang Euijoo was surprised by the fact that he could feel dirtier and more foul than having a man’s semen pool in his stomach. So, without hesitation, he kicked Du Shanchong in the crotch. A scream echoed loudly in the alley.