MIM 18

“No?”

Shin-woo smiled as if it was absurd, but given the circumstances, it was inevitably unconvincing. As Jae-seung stared at him intently, Shin-woo raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“If we’re being precise, it’s prostitution.”

“…What?”

“You seemed like you wanted to, so I proposed a deal and you accepted.”

“A deal?”

“5,000 to handle your rut. It’s too late to back out now.”

Jae-seung’s mouth fell open at the unexpected words. Prostitution? The idea that he had paid for Shin-woo was unimaginable. He smacked his forehead with a loud clap. It seemed he had readily agreed to this money-obsessed guy’s words while out of his mind.

Amidst his shock and confusion, Jae-seung was secretly relieved it wasn’t r*pe. He brushed back his wet hair with a slightly trembling hand. Not wanting Shin-woo to notice his relief, he deliberately furrowed his brow and irritably pulled back the blanket.

The exposed sheets bore clear traces of their lovemaking. Jae-seung stared blankly at the sheets soiled with bodily fluids and blood. Distracted by immediate concerns, he had momentarily forgotten other matters, but now they came rushing back like a wave, one after another.

He had run barefoot through the forest. He was shot by those he thought were friends. He saw Ji-un and Si-hyeong snickering as he was humiliated with his pants down. Shin-woo broke down the door and aimed a gun at Si-hyeong. Then he locked eyes with a blood-covered Shin-woo. He had…

Come to get him. As promised.

“Did you kill them?”

Jae-seung asked with a dispirited smile. The brown eyes that had been casually scanning the sheets rolled towards him. Shin-woo took a step closer to Jae-seung, who was sitting on the bed. With each of Shin-woo’s movements,  semen trickled down, leaving a mark. Overlapping those marks were the red footprints left by his black shoes.

Shin-woo playfully pursed his lips, then narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“Would you like me to have killed them?”

Jae-seung nearly answered yes to the nonchalant question. Despite his mischievous attitude, Shin-woo was carefully observing Jae-seung’s reaction. As if he would gladly commit murder if Jae-seung wanted it, even if he just nodded slightly.

Thinking about what had happened made him angry enough to want them all dead, but for now, curiosity outweighed his desire for revenge. There was so much he wanted to ask Shin-woo. Was the villa his mother’s property? Had his mother bought Ji-un? If so, why…

Why had you been so angry on my behalf?

Recalling the unfamiliar Shin-woo sent a chill down his spine and made his heart race. As his pulse quickened, his body, already heated from the rut, grew even hotter. Anxiety, anger, and sexual excitement hit him all at once, turning his mind to mush.

His d1ck was hardening again. Jae-seung clung desperately to the edge of his reason as he glared at Shin-woo.

“By the way, why are you speaking informally?”

“I thought we’d gotten closer.”

‘Don’t you like it?’ Shin-woo smiled, approaching leisurely. Averting his eyes from Shin-woo’s long bare legs, Jae-seung said firmly:

“Get lost.”

“It’s better to do it when you have a fever. If the high fever lasts too long, it’ll damage your brain. See, your fever’s gone down much more than last time.”

The warmth of Shin-woo’s body was apparent as he sat close. Facing him, drenched in his own pheromones, a desire to dominate welled up. But… Jae-seung deliberately distracted himself, roughly wiping his sweaty nose bridge. During his last rut, he had been unconscious for quite a while. He’d said it was because he’d been too sick to even masturbate properly, locked up alone in his room. Staring blankly out the window, Jae-seung asked,

“…What day is it now?”

“It’s still the weekend.”

Shin-woo picked up the phone scattered on the floor and showed him the date. If it was still Sunday afternoon, then as Shin-woo said, his fever had dropped much faster this time. Even his difficulty controlling his strength had improved. Jae-seung slowly clenched and unclenched his fist. Remembering how a fork had bent like clay at the slightest touch, his mouth went dry.

If it were simply a matter of suppressing sexual desire, it would be simpler, but the unpredictable physical symptoms were the problem. At this point, when he was sluggishly rebuilding his life after losing his memories overnight, if he were to lose control again and not even remember it… Jae-seung’s anxious gaze lingered on Shin-woo’s swollen cheek.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to… but 5,000 isn’t a small amount, shouldn’t you at least get your money’s worth?”

Shin-woo whispered, tilting his head. Seeing the man looking at him as if he couldn’t understand, Jae-seung chuckled.

Money.

The question was neatly resolved, and the confusion cleared. It was an unsurprising reason. Just like Gong Ji-un, who had approached him for money, what Shin-woo wanted was money. He was appeasing him for money, staying by his side for money. If he killed his father, it would also be for money.

The fact that he got shot and was able to escape safely was all because of money. No matter how hard he thought about it, it only made his head hurt. Jae-seung blankly touched the spot on his neck where the throwing knife had been lodged. The faces of Byeong-woo, who hunted him down, laughed, and Ji-un, who frowned and touched between his legs, and now Shin-woo, who added, “It’s too late to back out,” flashed before his eyes.

Overwhelmed by anger, the decision was easy. Jae-seung gestured towards the bed.

“Lie down.”

As it is, he couldn’t even make a single friend, let alone a lover. Ruts would come periodically, so he had to have s3x to deal with the excruciating pain, high fever, and other symptoms. He couldn’t take risks elsewhere, as he couldn’t gauge how violent he would become when he lost control.

This was good. Since he was a man who only cared about money, assigning him the role of a male prostitute might help with his separation anxiety. By repeatedly reminding himself that he was not someone he could rely on, the day would come when he could live without him. Jae-seung comforted himself with absurd words, soothing his aching insides. His heart ached with every breath he took.

Despite his earlier eagerness, Shin-woo stared at Jae-seung for a while without moving. When Jae-seung avoided his gaze, seemingly resigned to fate, Shin-woo smirked and put his legs on the bed.

The naked Shin-woo lay on the bed, his knees open. It was a man whose body he had never seen sexually before. It was an unfamiliar sight, but it didn’t matter as long as he could resolve his rut. Just as he saw him as money, he was just a masturbation tool to him. Jae-seung gritted his teeth and removed the crookedly tied necktie from Shin-woo’s neck.

“Lie on your stomach.”

He didn’t need to say he didn’t want to look at him; Shin-woo understood. Unlike usual, he hesitated before turning around and getting on all fours. It was good that he couldn’t see his face, but he didn’t like the blood-stained shirt. When Jae-seung roughly pulled at the collar of the shirt, Shin-woo flinched and tightened his shoulder blades.

The back hidden beneath the shirt was beyond horrific. As if dark paint had been splashed on his skin, red burns covered his entire back. It looked like a layer of skin had been peeled off, revealing raw flesh. Even the large scar on his side paled in comparison to these gruesome burns. There was a reason he kept the tattered shirt on.

Jae-seung swallowed nervously and rummaged through the closet for a hooded sweatshirt. Then, pretending nothing was wrong, he threw the clothes over the man lying on his stomach.

“Put it on.”

“…”

“Put it on. It’s disgusting.”

He had no patience left for the man’s slowness. Shin-woo obediently pulled the hooded sweatshirt up to his neck and pulled the hood over his head. It was much better now that his messed-up body and the tattoo on his neck were hidden.

Next, Jae-seung tied Shin-woo’s arms behind his back with the necktie. It was because he couldn’t trust the man who had stuck a thermometer in his ear in the blink of an eye.

By the time he had his hands tightly bound until his skin turned pale, Jae-seung’s d1ck was stiff, as if he had never climaxed. His rut, which had subsided, was rising again, making his lower abdomen ache. Jae-seung licked his palm and grabbed his shaft. As he lifted the hoodie that had fallen to his thighs, his firm buttocks were revealed.

The man, with everything covered except the h0le, was exactly the masturbation tool Jae-seung wanted. Jae-seung stopped thinking about what Shin-woo had done or might have done, intentionally erasing his personality. Focusing only on the sight before him, he spread the buttocks and rubbed his wet d1ck against the warm flesh. The sight of the wrinkles puckering and the glans rubbing against each other was stimulating. Jae-seung soon began to masturbate.