DS 27

Eun-myeong was lying on the bed, stretching out his limbs. In that state, he only blinked his eyes like a stuffed doll.

Hoo, hoo. He could feel the heat from behind. It was the man’s breath hitting him intermittently. Even though not even a fingertip was touching him, he could feel the breath he was exhaling on his neck which made him unable to sleep.

‘Pee, try to pee.’

He remembered doing something unbearably embarrassing. The skin on his buttocks felt like it was burning hot because the man had rubbed his genitals against his buttocks so much. Maybe all the skin had peeled off.

He had been feeling the urge to urinate since earlier, but Eun-myeong was struggling to hold it in. He was afraid that he would grab him and talk nonsense like yesterday. But eventually, he reached his limit and carefully raised his upper body. And then, immediately stopped. He looked at the man’s face. He slowly pulled back the blanket and looked at him again, put his legs down from the bed, and looked at him again.

Fortunately, the man’s eyes were closed until he got out of bed.

‘Hoo.’

He sighed inwardly and quickly got out of bed. Then, he went to the toilet and peed comfortably, and as he was coming back.

“Did you go pee?”

…He was completely screwed. The man had woken up in the meantime and was leaning against the head of the bed. His voice and eyes showed no signs of sleepiness, as if he had just woken up.

“Were you not sleeping?”

Was he pretending to be asleep? He must have been holding his breath and listening to him go to the bathroom. Why is he so perverted? Eun-myeong drooped his eyebrows.

He wanted to quickly hide somewhere like an ostrich, but it was impossible because he was using the same hotel room. Moreover, the man was so big that the wide room seemed small.

“Is your butt numb?”

He put a cigarette in his mouth.

“Mister’s also stiff from being poked so much. I almost lost my dick.”

As the man rose from the bed, the mattress groaned as if it were dying, letting out a loud sigh. He didn’t care and strode over to pick up the phone.

“Ah, I was wondering if I could request a massage service here.”

The man slowly licked his lips with his tongue. As if a snake were flicking its tongue, he blatantly sucked on his lips as if telling Eun-myeong to watch.

“No, I’ll be the only one receiving it, but I think I’ll need two people.”

The man paused slightly before swallowing hard.

“It’s not that I’m big, but… Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

He sprawled his tattooed body on the sofa. Two adult men clung to his body, which was like a boulder, tanned hot by the sun. They rubbed and kneaded his angry muscles with skillful hands.

“Hmm.”

The man receiving the massage seemed very satisfied, often letting out languid moans.

Is it that good? Eun-myeong sat on the side like a dog left out in the rain, only rolling his eyes around. The way he was looking around was as if someone had slapped him on the nose.

“Boss, um, I have something to tell you.”

“I’ll turn over.”

He hesitated for a while before finally parting his lips, but it was just when the masseur started talking. Eun-myeong’s words were buried as they were. So he rolled his eyes around again.

Did he hear me? Eun-myeong surveyed the atmosphere like a puppy needing to pee. And then he blurted out the rest of his words.

“Now that Noona is back, I think I should earn money too.”

The man replied leisurely.

“You should earn money, of course. You have to work your ass off until your bones break to pay off Mister’s debt.”

As he said that, he gestured to the masseurs with his eyes.

“Watch these hyungs and learn well.”

The two men each took one of his shoulders and massaged it. The man’s brow furrowed as if it felt good. It seemed like they needed a lot of strength in their hands. Eun-myeong was naturally weak; his stamina was trash, and his ability to learn things was poor. At first, he had a hard time getting used to working at the sashimi restaurant.

Speaking of the sashimi restaurant… The thought that flashed through his mind made Eun-myeong lower his eyes to the floor.

“How, how is the sashimi restaurant doing?”

Guilt pressed down on his chest like a crock lid.

“The Noonas there, and Hyo-jin Noona, and the uncles, they probably didn’t get paid at all.”

“While you’re living like a dirt-poor beggar, just eating, sleeping, and shitting, you’re curious about if other idiots are living well?”

The man rebuked and mocked him. Eun-myeong became unbearably ashamed. It felt like the words that ridiculed him for worrying about others when he was living like that were tearing away at Eun-myeong’s skin.

How could every word he spat out be so nasty? Even if you wiped a table with a rag after receiving ten customers and then put it in your mouth, your words wouldn’t be that dirty.

“It’s the place I’ve worked my whole life.”

Eun-myeong muttered in a hazy, foggy voice.

“What a fucking busy life.”

As the man leisurely raised his upper body, the masseur tapped his shoulder with the edge of his hand. He cracked his neck from side to side.

“As for the sashimi restaurant, it’s already been sold off. Because it went bankrupt.”

Bank…rupt… Eun-myeong quietly chewed on the word like a walnut kernel.

Surely the Sashimi restaurant owner’s financial ability was solid. Counting bills was her pleasure, and wealth was her lifelong companion. She never seemed to be chased by money at all. That means…

Eun-myeong glanced at the man. He wondered if the man had reached out his hand. He felt unbearably tormented thinking about the sashimi restaurant family who had been taken advantage of without knowing anything.

“Then what about my Noona… how is she?”

The man only rolled his eyes around. It was a movement that seemed like it would creak. The man fixed his eyes on Eun-myeong.

Looking like a lost dog like that, he’s still worrying about others. Did he put udon noodles instead of brains in his head? He couldn’t be more foolish than this.

“Lee Eun-joo originally had a debt of only 2,000, right?”

“Yes, yes…”

“That’s Lee Eun-joo’s original debt, so it’s right for that woman to pay it off, right?”

“Yes.”

Eun-myeong slowly nodded his head. He seemed to be wondering what he was trying to say. Then he quickly added.

“I’m good at deliveries, and I’m really good at working at the sashimi restaurant, and I’m good at the counter too.”

He rattled off, watching the man’s expression.

“And?”

“And…”

Now that his creativity had reached its limit, Eun-myeong curled his lips.

“And…”

His small, red, plump lips were constantly moving. They opened and closed repeatedly, making a chop, chop sound. The man exaggeratedly tilted his chin at that.

“Is that all?”

“I’m really good at weaving cast nets, and I’ve been praised for working well at the convenience store, and I’m good at cooking, and I’m really good at cleaning.”

He added words desperately, sweating profusely. The man smacked his lips and stuck his tongue to the roof of his mouth at the sight of him trying to protect his Noona at all costs. It seemed that the soft touch of the fine hairs from the moment he sucked that thing in this mouth was still there. That was also for his Noona.

Didn’t they say they didn’t share a drop of blood? The man spun dirty fantasies about Eun-myeong. This kind of thing should be stuck in a man without even the possibility of putting it in a woman.

Just looking at that dangling dick, he won’t be able to live as a man for the rest of his life. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t get dumped. Tsk, the man leisurely clicked his tongue.

“And now I think I should go back home too.”

“Home?”

“Ahahaha”, the man laughed, shaking his rib cage. The sofa seemed to be creaking and sliding because it was shaking so much.

“What home does Baby have to go back to?”

The man narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t understand at all.

“Ah, the one Mister smashed?”

The man arched his eyebrows as if he felt sorry for him.

“Yes, that…”

Eun-myeong’s face became gloomy. Of course, it was that place. Where else would he have a home? That was the only place he could call home.

“You have to come whenever I call you, right?”

The harsh words seemed to cut off the ends of Eun-myeong’s round ears.

“Anyway, if you go wandering around outside without permission and get caught, you’ll get your ass beat.”

The firm ending seemed to completely give up on Eun-myeong’s intentions. Eun-myeong’s lower lip protruded slightly forward.

“The massage is over.”

The masseur put a gown on the man. He stepped back with a bow, having finished his work. Eun-myeong quickly made way for him. The moment he took a step back, pain shot up his soles.

“Ugh…”

Eun-myeong bit his lip because of the muscle pain. Then the masseur next to him asked Eun-myeong.

“Would you like to get a massage too?”

“Me…?”

It was the first time he had received such an offer. Embarrassingly, they were very kind. Eun-myeong was flustered and quickly shook his head. His cheeks became limp like a kneaded rice cake.

“No, I’m very ticklish, especially on my back…”

He was embarrassed for no reason and shrank his neck like a turtle whose face had been touched.

“Then you can just get your feet done.”

Just my feet…?

Tempted, Eun-myeong looked at the man. The man was only watching Eun-myeong, leaning back. It was as if he were watching to see how he would act.

Oh, oh… what should I do?

Eun-myeong, who had never refused anyone’s request in his life, hesitated.

“I’ll prepare warm water right away.”

The masseur put a basin of warm water down. Eun-myeong sat awkwardly on the sofa and put his feet in the warm water.

“How’s the temperature?”

“It’s… good. It’s warm.”

He felt very good because it was warm. The masseur gently rubbed his feet with a salt-like powder. He was amazed and watched, but it was so ticklish that he curled his toes. Then, when the ticklishness crossed the line, his calf involuntarily stretched out and water splashed. A small calf muscle, not even a handful, was caught on his smooth calf.

“Ah, hic, I’m sorry.”

Eun-myeong didn’t know what to do when water splashed on the masseur’s upper arm, but he waved his hand, saying it was okay.

“It’s okay, it’s the clothes I wear when I work. It seems refreshing.”

“Yes…”

Eun-myeong blushed and curled his toes quietly so he wouldn’t make a mistake again. It was then that the man, who had been watching the scene like a movie, intervened. A long arm pulled Eun-myeong towards him.

“If you like it, why don’t you get your body done too?”

Take off your top, he whispered in his ear. Eun-myeong wriggled.

“Ah, no…”

How could I take off my clothes? My upper body must be a mess. Eun-myeong looked at his face. He looked like someone whose heart was twisted. His eyes, which should have been half-folded as usual, were stiff.

Why is he angry? Eun-myeong bit his lower lip. Was he angry because he was being lazy and only trying to do good things?

Well, he’s eating delicious food and sleeping comfortably in such a nice place, but he’s not doing his money’s worth, so, understandably, he’s angry.

“Um, it’s okay.”

Eun-myeong gently pulled his feet out. The masseur let go of Eun-myeong’s feet and smiled slightly.

“Then I’ll see you next time.”

Eun-myeong also jumped up and bowed his head to the people who politely greeted him. As the two men left the room, the room, which had been bustling for a while, became quiet again. Eun-myeong let out a small sigh, but then he heard a thud behind him! Soon after, he felt a wet sensation on his ankle. When he turned around to see what it was, the hotel floor was all wet.

“Tsk.”

The man uttered in a tone as if reading from a textbook.

“I’ve made a mistake.”

Eun-myeong shuddered at that.

“I’ll clean it up right away.”

Now was the time to show off his dishwashing skills from his days at the sashimi restaurant. Eun-myeong quickly grabbed a towel and started wiping up the water when he felt a gaze from somewhere. He turned around and saw the man staring at him with a terrifying glint in his eyes.

“So eager to prove you’re not worth your keep.”

Eun-myeong stood up, the soaking towel in his hand. Drip, drip, water fell from the fabric.

The man leisurely watched his face. Seeing him like that reminded him of when they met at the sashimi restaurant.

“Want to go back to the sashimi restaurant?”

Loosely tying an apron around his waist, he looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“Then go back and see.”

Unable to let go of that kind of life, clinging to a woman who wasn’t even related by blood. A life of groveling on the ground. If he went back, he would realize just how much of a swamp it was. He wouldn’t last long before rubbing his moist nose against his hand and whimpering, begging to be taken back into my arms.

So, the man granted the stray dog he had collared a leave of absence.