DS 32

“Where did he go?”

He heard her mutter.

For a moment, his vision blurred. Eun-myeong deliberately held his breath. He quickly tried to remember how he had left the table.

It was the worst. The stew was turned off on the gas stove, and the soju bottles were left as they were, half-finished. Anyone could tell that someone had been there until just now.

What should I do? What should I do?

Eun-myeong wrung his hands in anxiety. If he could, he really wanted to crawl into the locker and bury himself for eternity. He bit his lower lip tightly. In the silence, the man’s eyes curved lewdly.

“She’s calling you.”

He mouthed the words. Eun-myeong looked down at himself.

Faint moonlight was streaming in through the tiny window. The soft thread of the stockings reflected the pale light, glowing faintly. And what about the crotch that was sticking out in the middle? It was soaked and clinging, the fabric all sticky. It was a vulgarly perverted sight. His aunt would definitely be shocked. It would be a hundred, no, a million times better to have her think that he was having an affair with his Noona.

Eun-myeong was pressing his palm tightly against his mouth, desperately trying to hold back his moans when the man lifted the hem of Eun-myeong’s apron. He rolled it up to his thighs and ran his eyes over the legs that were only wearing stockings, moving his hips with a splattering sound. It was a sound that anyone could easily mistake for someone washing a mop in water.

The red apron fluttered, and the sound of crotches hitting each other rang out.

“Euk….”

Eun-myeong trembled, trying to suppress the moan that was threatening to come out.

Soon, footsteps rang out. Fortunately, it seemed she had found her hat, and he heard the sound of the store door closing with a crash. Eun-myeong felt the tension leave his body as he felt his body collapsing from relief.

“Hnnngh!”

As if it had been a joke until now, the man began to thrust in earnest. He pinned Eun-myeong tightly against the door and began to thrust in him. Splitting his buttocks in two and shoving inside, it really didn’t seem like a human’s tool. In terms of shape and size, it was more like an animal’s.

The tension that had been gripping his body was released, and the area around his urethra was constantly brushed by the stockings, stimulating him. The skin of his sensitive glans was rubbed roughly. Eun-myeong had to tense his thighs, trying to endure the chilling urge to pee, as if he were about to burst.

“What is it?”

The man asked, noticing that something was wrong.

“It’s nothing,”

Eun-myeong shook his head, desperately denying it, but cold sweat broke out. He tried to cover his crotch with both hands, but it was no use.

His swollen cock was stiffly pushing its head up. Clear liquid was seeping out between the tightly woven holes of the stockings. Eun-myeong tensed his calves as he desperately tried not to pee himself.

“I see.”

But a sinister voice wrapped around his ear.

“You need to pee.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Are you sure it’s not?”

The man tapped the reddish, sausage-like thing with the back of his hand. Eun-myeong was startled and trembled between his legs. He almost peed right then and there.

“Sure, it’s not. ”

The man lifted Eun-myeong from behind without pulling out and stood up. Then he came out of the small room and walked down the narrow hallway.

Creak, he opened the bathroom door and entered. A gloomy space with no lights on. He could see the man clinging to his back in the mirror.

“Okay, now pee.”

The man roughly tore the crotch part of the stockings and exposed Eun-myeong’s cock. He pushed his fingernail into the hollow part of the glans, which was red and sticking out as if to greet him, and scratched it lightly, causing Eun-myeong to tremble.

“Eek , haa!”

Soon, with a trickling sound, a stream of urine began to pour into the toilet. It was better to give up than put up a fight, he’d learned from previous experience.

But the man moved his hips from behind and pushed Eun-myeong hard.

“Haa, hik!”

It was a violent and merciless force. Eun-myeong almost slammed his knees into the toilet. Each time he pounded inside, the stream of urine increased, which was indescribably humiliating. The loud noise bounced off the old bathroom’s tiled walls, ringing loudly in Eun-myeong’s ears like thunder.

“Stop, heuk, stop!”

He turned his hand back and tried to push the man’s thigh away, but he was stubborn. The hard, rock-like muscles tightened and loosened, wriggling wildly.

The man grabbed Eun-myeong’s wrists as if he were arresting a criminal and fixed them in place, then shoved his genitals deep into his buttocks.

“Eu, heu…!”

Eun-myeong eventually ejaculated semen after the urine stream. A strong pleasure that made his whole body tingle seemed to pop in his head like a balloon.

The man bit Eun-myeong’s neck tightly with his mouth and thrusted inside with a gulping sound. Eun-myeong was rammed from behind, wearing stockings with a worn-out bottom.

“Keut…!”

Soon, the man ejaculated with an animalistic groan.

The next day. When he went to the store hesitantly, Aunt Jung-hye asked about what had happened yesterday as if she had been waiting to corner him.

“Did something happen yesterday?”

She didn’t clear the table for some reason and crunched on a roughly cut radish.

“Ah, I was too drunk yesterday. I couldn’t clean up, I’m sorry, Aunt.”

Eun-myeong made up the words he had prepared. At the same time, he glanced at his aunt’s expression.

The man was a heavy drinker, and there were only about two bottles of soju on the table at most. He wondered if his lie would be caught.

“Okay, good job. Anyway, you have to see these men get drunk to know what kind of person they are.”

Unexpectedly, he was even praised.

“Ah, yes, haha.”

Eun-myeong laughed awkwardly. Seeing his aunt happy made him feel guilty for lying, and his stomach began to ache again.

While working as a server, he went into the bathroom when it was a little less crowded. Once the bathroom starts to get dirty, it becomes increasingly disgusting.  So, it had to be cleaned from time to time.

It was a place he cleaned every day, but for some reason, his neck flushed because of what had happened yesterday. A wave of self-loathing rushed over him, especially when he went into the last stall at the very end.

How could he have done such a thing with a man here of all places? He must have lost his mind.

He opened the window for ventilation and was wiping when he heard footsteps from outside.

At first, he thought it was a customer. There was a dark alley that way, so customers often went there to smoke.

“Cock-myeong.”

But the voice that echoed off the tiles was not unfamiliar, to say the least. Eun-myeong got up from his seat as if possessed. The mop fell to the ground with a crash.

No way. No way…!

“Did you miss your hyung while I was gone?”

Soon, a face appeared through the window, and he screamed internally. It was Jjang-ja.

Jjang-ja, sitting with one leg on the table, was using his spoon like crazy. He didn’t even use a ladle and just shoved his spoon into the boiling spicy stew.

“Where are you living now? Where did you pitch your tent?”

Eun-myeong stood to one side, just clutching his apron in his hands. The other Sashimi restaurant employees were already used to it, their faces twisted in frowns.

Apparently, this wasn’t the first time. Aunt Jeong-hye, utterly fed up, clicked her tongue and gave the man a generous helping of kimchi before leaving.

Jjang-ja acted like a son of a bitch, just like his father, the Sashimi restaurant owner, but it seemed enough to sympathize with him for his family’s ruin and descent into poverty.

“The house is a fucking mess.”

Jang-ja mumbled, stuffing kimchi into his mouth. He didn’t even swallow properly before opening his mouth again. He would be shocked to know that Eun-myeong was staying at the best hotel in this neighborhood.

“Hey, why did you come here?”

Jjang-ja’s mouth, which had been devouring food, slowed down.

“Why? Is this a place I can’t come to? This is my father’s store, is it a place I can’t come to, you bastard?”

He made a ridiculous claim and tilted his head back, putting his mouth on the water bottle opening. Water gushed down his mouth.

Eun-myeong sighed inwardly, thinking he absolutely had to throw that water bottle away. It would be a disaster if customers used it and caught the norovirus.

“Hey, raid the fridge here.”

“What…?”

Jjang-ja grabbed Eun-myeong’s apron and pulled him hard. Eun-myeong’s thigh slammed painfully against the corner. Eun-myeong was naturally prone to bruising. He was sure to have a bruise.

“There’s drugs here, I know everything, you idiot.”

But the words that came out of Jang-ja’s mouth immediately made him forget the pain.

He wondered how this guy knew about it, but figured Jang-ja must have found out since the Sashimi restaurant owner was involved with drugs.

“There’s no more. The boss cleaned everything up when he came.”

When Eun-myeong timidly resisted, Jang-ja wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as if it were ridiculous.

“You little shit, you’re talking back to me now?”

Then he made a fist and punched Eun-myeong in the lower abdomen. Eun-myeong flinched back in pain.

“What are you relying on, you crazy bastard?”

When he cursed out aloud, the customers around him showed signs of discomfort. They couldn’t openly express it, but they sent glances his way.

“That old bastard ran away without a word, damn it, and I don’t have a penny.”

Jjang-ja still didn’t know ‘that’ fact. The fact that his father was no longer in this world.

Eun-myeong felt like his head was a tangled mess and closed his eyes. The wrinkles in his brain were intertwined, and he had no idea where to start untangling them.