DS 43

Finally, the elevator doors that Eun-myeong had been waiting for opened wide. Shoulders bumped against each other. The people waiting together gave Eun-myeong strange looks as they passed by one by one.

“Why are you blocking the way?”

Someone complained. But right now, Eun-myeong couldn’t hear anything. A ringing in his ears drowned out all the surrounding noise.

…It was him. Though his back was more hunched and his hair had turned whiter, it definitely was him. Chairman Ko… The person the director had tried to sell him to.

The steamed buns that had fallen to the floor were trampled by the rushing crowd. The elevator doors closed, and suddenly he was left alone. The man seemed to have passed by without noticing him.

“Excuse me, sir…?”

His scattered senses suddenly crashed back into his dazed mind.

“Yes?”

Coming to his senses, he found himself alone in the vast lobby. Eun-myeong’s face turned bright red as if struck by a match.

“I-I’m sorry…”

His entire body flushed with shame. He quickly opened the bag and picked up the scattered steamed buns one by one.

“Our staff can clean that up…”

Eun-myeong quickly waved off the hotel employee’s words.

“No, no, I’ll clean it up.”

Repeatedly apologizing, he gathered up the buns. The once-pretty white buns with their red bean filling were now a mess, burst open with shoe prints on them. The disappointment was indescribable.

Until he got on the next elevator, Eun-myeong felt the front desk staff’s eyes on him. The back of his neck burned hot.

“……”

Moreover, the earlier scene kept replaying before his eyes. The image of the man with Chairman Ko. Misery washed over his entire body.

Why, what had I been so excited about?

If there was a reason those two people would be together, it was probably because of him.

Chairman Ko had donated several hundred million won to the orphanage to bring him into his household. The director kept leaking information about him to the chairman, saying many people wanted to take him. That’s how they induced donations.

Could it be that when I become an omega, I’ll be sold to them?

Eun-myeong’s densely packed eyelashes drooped. Like weeds soaked in rain, they sagged.

Have I merely just come around a full circle after all those struggles?

A ding sound awakened him from his thoughts. He slowly left the elevator. Entering the room, it was empty. No one was there.

Eun-myeong stood alone in the silence. It felt like being a fully inflated balloon floating in the sky, then being pricked by something sharp and deflating, falling to the ground.

Now Eun-myeong faced his own wrinkled, miserable self.

He looked down at the poor steamed buns. So many of them had become completely ruined. How sad to treat precious food this way, even if life had become more comfortable. Sadly, he threw the buns in the trash. And the lighter…

His lips drooped downward. He didn’t think he could give it after all. Receiving something like this would only make him feel bad. Waking from a midsummer night’s dream, Eun-myeong was thrown into cold reality. It was just like the white steamed buns thrown in the trash.

* * *

Small lights filled the large suite. Eun-myeong lay on the big bed, forcing himself to sleep.

Tomorrow, he would return to the fish restaurant, serving all day until his bones ached. Moreover, thanks to Young-hee, he had received new work too. He would be incredibly busy without a moment’s rest. He should sleep while he could.

Eun-myeong tossed and turned restlessly. Sleep wouldn’t come easily. Tick, tick, tick. The clock’s movement kept irritating his heightened senses. Sleep, sleep, he hypnotized himself.

Just as his consciousness was about to slip into that dark world. Thump, he faintly heard footsteps. Then, the hotel room door opened.

Light stretched through the gap of the opened door. Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut. He just didn’t want to see the man. Even though he knew the man was innocent, that’s just how he felt. He was indescribably upset.

He had wanted to give him the steamed buns and lighter as gifts, to thank him for the phone, and say he would repay the debt of saving him someday.

Everything had vanished in a second, like the fleeting sugar candy. Eun-myeong couldn’t face him at all. He had no courage left.

Rustle, he heard the sound of suit pants approaching. The man’s scent grew stronger.

“Are you sleeping?”

Creak, the mattress sank. Eun-myeong curled his toes inward, afraid of touching him. But it was useless. The man’s fingers slipped between his toes. He felt an intense gaze. The man seemed to be staring at his toenails again.

Why did he keep looking at his feet so embarrassingly? That penetrating stare made him feel strangely sensual.

The man observed not just his toenails, but his navel, and even his armpits. It was beyond strange. Sometimes he seemed somewhat crazy.

A normal person would have shone more light on the convexity of the promontory than the concavity, but not the man. He buried his nose in Eun-myung’s mound, his eyes darting around.

At one point, he kept sticking his tongue out into Eun-myeong’s navel and trying to lick the inside of it.  Eun-myeong was so frightened that he asked him what the hell he was doing there. The sensation of licking from his penis to his navel was so strange that it gave him goosebumps.

And he said something like, “You’re dirty, you’re sweating, and you smell stronger.

And then he licked his belly button. I couldn’t understand him at all. No, I understood the sentence in my head, but my heart couldn’t accept it.

‘But not with a baby, huh? He’s just a baby, damn it.’

And then he got so excited, he grabbed his dick and pounded it against Eun-myung’s belly button, cumming like a piss.

As he reminisced for a moment, Eun-myung felt a hand through his gown. A small moan escaped his lips.

“Ugh, yeah….”

The hand slithered like a bug and lifted the bottom of my panties. His insistent fingers stroked Eun-myung’s pubic hair, one by one.

“Spread your legs.”

Eun-myung moaned, his eyes tightly closed. It was unavoidable, purely physiological. He knew all too well what was coming next, from several previous relationships.

“Spread your legs, so I can see if you’re wet.”

He bit his lower lip as another moan threatened to escape.

“You’ll be an omega if you wet your backside.”

The corners of Eun-myeong’s mouth drooped at his words. It reminded him of the late chairman on the first floor of the hotel. The man’s hands were the first to show their strength. It sliced into Eun-myung’s thigh. The man stuck his fingers between Eun-myeong’s buttocks.

“You’re so wet, I’ll be spanking you soon.”

Two fingers slowly probed under Eun-myung’s bottom. The red flesh inside seemed to follow the man out, and Eun-myung was afraid of it, so he wiggled his hips with him.

“Mmm, hmm, ahh…!”

“It’s fucking tight. You can fit a fist in there.”

Soon, the man’s fingers began to poke inside him. They were only fingers, but his fingers were really thick. The man’s fingers, though only fingers, were so thick that they felt like they were kicking me in the gut.

There was a clang, and the man unbuckled his belt. Eun-myung swallowed hard and gulped.

“Your tits.”

Eun-myeong looked up at the man, dumbfounded.

“Take them off and show him.”

Eun-myung carefully lowered his robe. The man opened his mouth and sucked on his round nipples, which were now so sensitive that even through his clothes, they stung at the slightest touch. When he licked them with his flickering tongue, Eun-myung jerked his neck back.

“Ah…!”

I felt my legs buckle between my legs. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as it poured over my body. It must be the alcohol I had with the chairman. That’s why he’s wetting me down like this, to make me an omega as soon as he gets here.

Eun-myeong, who had worked at the sashimi bar for a long time, knew that adults had long, important conversations over drinks.

The man’s mouth dropped open. He jerked his head and tried to kiss Eun-myung. Eun-myung turned his head away.

“Why…”

The man kissed the nape of his neck, right in front of his eyes. He sucked it in and ran his tongue over the soft flesh.

“Huh?”