DS 44

“Ugh, ugh, hnng.”

Eun-myeong shrank his neck, groaning. The man was fully dressed, while he was naked, not a single thread on him.

It felt unfair, everything felt unfair and unjust.

He resented the man so much. He knew that the man was blameless, but the resentment that kept soaking his heart was something Eun-myeong couldn’t help. And he, who couldn’t refuse him and was accepting him with his body…

“D-Don’t bite my neck, please.”

Tomorrow was the day he was meeting Young-hee, and if he got caught with marks on his body, he would be beyond embarrassed.

“Don’t, hnngh… leave marks, haa… where they can be seen ahhh…”

The man paid no heed. Rather, he growled and began to painfully gnaw at Eun-myeong with his molars.

Eun-myeong quickly blurted out the main point while he still had some reason left.

“Boss, and, hng, haa, I think I’ll be late, hng!”

The man flipped Eun-myeong over. Eun-myeong lay flat on the bed. His cheek was mashed against the sheet. It was a position that showed the man his most private parts, with only his buttocks sticking up high.

He was so ashamed. He didn’t like this position. It felt like it was only for sex itself. Eun-myeong tried to turn his upper body back, but the man’s large palm pressed down hard on Eun-myeong’s spine.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Instantly, his slender arm buckled. Eun-myeong was flattened against the bed. The man grabbed Eun-myeong’s pelvis and lifted his buttocks up.

“Sexy, I like it.”

His waist was lowered as much as possible, and his buttocks were sticking out sharply.

“Lift your hole more.”

The man thrust inside him at an incredible speed that he couldn’t even follow.

“Ah, hng! T-Too fast, hng.”

Underneath him, Eun-myeong let out small, scream-like moans. He didn’t want to be heard, so he balled up the blanket and shoved it into his mouth, but the man found out.

The man kicked the blanket away. The innocent blanket tumbled off the bed. Thump, thump, thump! Ah, haa, hng! Inside the hotel room, Eun-myeong’s shrill screams and the man’s beastly moans mixed. Water splattered here and there, and the bed creaked as if it would break. Pheromone tangled messily, giving off an indescribably erotic scent.

“Haa, haa!”

With only his lower body grinding, without any shared body heat, Eun-myeong felt a sense of shame pierce his head, separate from the onrushing pleasure. There was significantly less foreplay and skinship than usual.

Eun-myeong only turned his head back to stare at the man. Even in the midst of all this, his buttocks were being impudently pounded, blurring his vision.

The man was overly excited and focused only on thrusting into him. The area under the man’s flushed eyes was excessively sensual.

Eun-myeong looked at the man’s chest. He was wearing a beige suit vest, and because he was putting so much strength into moving his waist, his chest had expanded to the point where the buttons seemed like they would pop off. That was the embrace of the one who rescued him from the ship and hugged him, who shared his warmth.

“Ah, hng, ungh!”

The scene that had made Eun-myeong stay up all night with excited eyes for days and nights was now crumpled like a damp, soggy piece of tissue.

Just once, couldn’t he just hug him once? Eun-myeong wished inwardly. Even if it was an absurd desire, couldn’t he just do it once?

He could have raised his upper body first and reached out to the man, but Eun-myeong didn’t. No, he couldn’t.

It wasn’t a matter of pride, but it felt like the last line the man had drawn. He shouldn’t recklessly rely on the goodwill the man had shown him… I’m being greedy again, acting spoiled. Eun-myeong reproached himself.

Lying here like this, they seemed like dogs in heat. A relationship with no affection or emotion.

Soon, his mind went blank. Whirr, the scene before his eyes crumbled into powder. Eun-myeong squeezed his buttocks tightly and ejaculated. Fluid flowed out wetly and dripped onto the bed. Before long, the man collapsed on his back behind him, pouring out a series of beastly moans into Eun-myeong’s ear.

“Haa, haa.”

In that state, the man swelled up again. Thump, thump, thump, Eun-myeong was sandwiched between the man and the bed, being pounded. The hip movements were too deep and fast. He had just come, so his body was overly sensitive, but the man didn’t seem to care and moved his waist like a madman.

“Ah, ha, ugh, too fast, ah, sob, slowly.”

Too much pleasure was rather painful. Eun-myeong tried to shake his hips to match the man’s rhythm, but he couldn’t even imitate it because he was being pounded too hard and fast from behind.

The man stuck to his back, biting Eun-myeong’s cheeks indiscriminately, sinking his teeth into his neck, and acting as he pleased while reeking of alcohol.

“Fuck….”

He also picked up curses and put them in his mouth. The man seemed to have completely lost his self-control because he was drunk.

And then just two more times. The man changed positions and pounded inside Eun-myeong. As expected, it was an act no different from the mating of beasts, with all his nerves focused only on insertion and ejaculation.

Only after slowly shaking his waist to squeeze out the last drop of semen did the man raise his upper body.

Eun-myeong was looking at the man’s back as he left the bed. The man seemed to be thinking of a cigarette and took out a cigarette case and a lighter he had never seen before from his jacket. He smoked two cigarettes in a row with relish. He sucked on the cigarette, watching Eun-myeong sprawled out on the bed.

“What a mess, a good sight.”

He muttered that in an unclear pronunciation. He painfully grabbed Eun-myeong’s buttocks once and then slapped them. Unlike Eun-myeong, whose body was chewed and bitten into a mess, the man was in the same state as usual, except for the unzipped zipper of his pants.

Soon, he entered the bathroom. The light turned on inside, and the sound of water, swish, swish, could be heard.

Eun-myeong was dripping wet with the man’s semen in his hole. He was sprawled on the bed, unable to move a single hand. He could feel his hole gaping and spitting out the man’s semen.

Eun-myeong suddenly noticed his cheeks were wet. He wiped them roughly on the blanket. Anyway, the man made him cry often when he pounded his bottom like this, so this much was nothing.

He glanced at the side table with teary eyes. There, a cigarette case was placed. And next to it, he saw the lighter. It was a very fancy item with a gold-plated snake wrapped around the body of the lighter.

He was glad he didn’t give him his. He would just throw away the one he bought at the market in the trash tomorrow morning. He couldn’t give the man anything, neither the steamed bun nor the lighter. The shoes he painstakingly polished didn’t please The man. Even if he ironed the shirt, he wouldn’t even know he did it.

Why is he so bad at everything? Eun-myeong felt resentful of his incompetent self. His chest ached for no reason, as if lemon juice had been sprinkled on his wounds.

Why does his stomach feel so stuffy… He wondered if he had indigestion and thumped his solar plexus with his fist. It must be because he couldn’t give him the lighter, which he bought for five thousand won. Because he wasted the money.

Click, with a sound, white smoke rose from inside the bathroom. And Eun-myeong closed his eyes at the large shadow that appeared.

Step, step, step, large, wet feet approached, stepping on the floor. With a creak, he lay down on the bed and pulled Eun-myeong close, trapping him in his arms. His whole body was covered in semen, but he didn’t seem to mind and pressed his lips against his temples as he pleased.

Eun-myeong let him do as he pleased. He tried to think of other things, not to give any meaning to his actions.

He had to pay off his debt, his debt… All the man wanted from him was that. Eun-myeong deliberately denigrated and hurt himself, tidying up his heart, which seemed to take on complex colors.

He didn’t want to think any deeper than this. He was stupid and foolish. Anyway, only negative emotions would arise if he thought about it.

When he closed his eyes, he remembered the steamed bun he had thrown in the trash earlier. The steamed buns, which were originally pale and white, had become black and dirty with shoe prints, and the black red bean paste was leaking out.

Could he be any different? It was nothing, this much. Eun-myeong decided not to dwell on his miserable state.