IOTF Ch 11
by soapaThe boss did it once on the dining table and then moved to the sofa to do it again. Even after ejaculating, he looked at me with a face dripping with lingering desire and said, “We haven’t done it on the bed yet.”
Honestly, knowing his inhuman lust, I just let him do what he wanted.
It was a time of pleasure that felt suffocating. The sex that started in the morning when the sun rose continued until late afternoon, but the boss showed no sign of wanting to separate from me. Normally, even the most passionate lovers would find it exhausting to go all day, yet even after night fell, the boss absolutely refused to leave my side.
“Fuck. I don’t want to go out.”
The boss hugged me like a pubescent kid and muttered. As he gently touched the nipples he’d bitten all over, I couldn’t take it anymore and slapped his hand away. Only then did he bite the inside of my arm hard, as if giving me a warning look.
“Ah, that hurts.”
“You’re not gonna say don’t go?”
Please, just go. Do something.
Go do your job, make money, cut someone’s throat—anything, just let me be alone.
“No good, Sunjung-ah. Get up.”
The boss jumped up, grabbed his phone with his dangling dick still out, and made a call while holding me.
“I’m moving with Sunjung. Reserve a room. Fill it with food, not just snacks.”
After saying that, the boss tossed his phone aside. He washed me himself. He made me brace against the bathroom wall, scooped out what he’d spilled inside me with a splatter, sucked it up noisily, and then looked at me with lewd eyes while thrusting his hips as if we were having sex again.
I stared at him like he was insane, and he hummed while washing me and then himself. Carrying me back out on his shoulder, he opened the wardrobe and picked out clothes himself. Like someone playing with a doll, he held them up to me this way and that, then said, “Wanna match?” and suddenly pulled out a flashy shirt.
“Try this on.”
I shook my head firmly. And for good reason—it was his shirt he handed me. A silk shirt with a blazer vibe, covered in garish gold royal crests.
“No…”
“It’ll look pretty, Sunjung-ah.”
I didn’t want to. But he’d already made up his mind, picking out bottoms too and telling me to put them on. Stripped of even the freedom to dress myself, I cursed him out in my head. Maddeningly, he chose a shirt for himself that matched mine in vibe. The pants were the same tone, and the royal crests were similar too—anyone could tell we were deliberately dressed as a pair.
It was embarrassing and humiliating. I wanted to bash my head against the wall, but he applied aftershave matching his own to my face and even styled my hair. He laughed like he was having the time of his life. Then he opened a drawer and called me over. Wondering what it was, he put a gold necklace around my neck. The heavy weight and sparkling cut were his.
“We match.”
“…”
“I’ve always wanted to try a couple’s look, and now it’s happening?”
He turned me to face the mirror. There I stood, dressed almost identically to him, a copycat version. My hair had grown out, curling around my nape, and the wavy bangs framed my forehead like they’d been rolled in curlers.
My pale neck was mottled with marks he’d left, and the necklace sat carefully around them.
“You see it too, right? We match.”
I avoided answering by looking away. I didn’t want to acknowledge my reflection or see his smiling face in the mirror.
“We don’t look alike at all.”
“Why not? Where?”
He looked like a sloppy wannabe gangster. No, on second thought, more like a punk delinquent. Like someone just starting to make a name in the organization…
“Anyone can tell you’re mine.”
He was overjoyed. I asked him as he held my face in one hand and turned it this way and that.
“Won’t people talk weirdly about this? Don’t you care?”
“What’s wrong with having a pretty boy on my arm?”
“They’ll say you’re screwing the guy you’ve been keeping around.”
“It’s true, isn’t it? Not like they’re wrong. If you hadn’t come here to hustle, how would you have met me? Would I have ever met you?”
He didn’t care one bit. Instead, he wanted to emphasize that this was how we met—me meeting him, him meeting me.
“I’m a hustler, boss.”
One who only took female clients, too. A guy who sold his body, his smile, his mouth, and his dick to please women, doing pretty well in Gangnam.
“You were a hustler.”
“…”
“My guy who used to hustle and got called Daldal.”
He grabbed my ass firmly, as if to confirm it. Then he pressed his mouth to my nape and looked up at me, fully aware of how provocative that move was.
“Sunjung-ah, remember what I said earlier?”
I shook my head at him as he licked my neck long and slow with his red tongue. Trying to step back, fumbling with my hands, his next words dropped.
“You can’t go back to Seoul.”
“…!”
“I can’t live without you now, Sunjung.”
His long, thick arms wrapped around my waist. Dressed identically to me, he bound me like a noose.
“So take responsibility.”
Dizziness hit me. My eyes couldn’t hide my emotions and shook violently. Seeing me like that in the mirror, he smirked. I felt I had to say something, so I opened my mouth.
“Even if I can’t go to Seoul, I can leave here…”
“Leave Yeonsan and go where?”
I don’t know. I don’t know yet. I still had a cut to get from him, and I needed to save up for a decent officetel. I’d planned to bounce around the provinces until I heard Park Joon and Madam Jo got caught…
“Sunjung-ah, you gotta play smart.”
“…”
“Leave here and go where? Let’s not sink lower than this. Wherever you go, it’s all the same, but with my name, there’s nothing I can’t do around here. If you’re really bored, live in Seoul for a few years or something.”
He smiled at me. Raising his manly eyebrows, he sought my agreement, but I shook my head. His expression sharpened briefly before softening, and he hugged me, swaying me back and forth. Goosebumps crept up, and my mind buzzed with tension. Only then did I recall the words I’d tried to block out on the bed.
It was, “From now on, I’m only fucking you, Lee Soyoon.”
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The boss took me to Namwol-dong. It was the same route we’d taken to Boss Kim’s old room salon. Sitting in his sedan, I took in the night streets. Maybe because it’d been a while since I last saw the nightlife, my heart raced for no reason.
It felt like drinking and serving clients was a distant past, yet this night scene was both awkward and welcoming. I rolled down the window, and the cool sea breeze felt crisp.
“Looks like Sunjung-ssi is happy to be out after a while.”
At Baekil’s words from the passenger seat, the boss grabbed my cheek and shook it playfully. As he touched my cheek—mostly healed, no longer needing a bandage—the car pulled into a building.
The parking lot inside was packed with cars. Seeing sports cars and luxury sedans lined up, I sensed something big. Then I saw sharply dressed men and women heading en masse toward the elevator.
“Get out.”
“This is…”
“A place I recently took over. I put as much effort into it as I did with you, so go have some fun.”
He got out and offered me his hand. Wondering where we were, I took it and stepped out, only then hearing the thumping music.
Oh, it was a club. I’d heard there were a few hot clubs in Yeonsan that people his age wouldn’t typically enter.
“Go on, have fun inside.”
“Huh?”
“Go play.”
He made a grand gesture, like he was letting me loose. Pointing to the elevator with a nod, as if testing how I’d react, I couldn’t take it at face value.
He wasn’t the type to let me mess around with other guys, and even if he genuinely meant for me to have fun, it didn’t feel right.
I turned to look at him. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it just then.
“Can’t we go together?”
At my words, he glanced up at me with just his eyes.
“I’ve never been to a club alone. I can’t have fun by myself.”
He sucked in the smoke until his cheeks hollowed, then smirked, letting it drift from his lips.
“I can’t go in there.”
“You said it’s your place.”
“Still can’t.”
Can’t, my ass. But he grinned like it was the best thing, cigarette in hand. Kalbang walked ahead and held the elevator. When it opened, a purple floor and gold interior revealed itself.
“Sunjung might cry. I’ll take him up first.”
“Yeah. Set it up nice. I’ll follow.”
So the “can’t” was a joke—he watched me with a condescending look. I followed Kalbang into the elevator, and the doors closed.
Arriving at the eighth floor, the doors opened to bone-rattling music and dazzling lights. The club’s scale was impressive at a glance. From ceiling to floor, giant screens shot out 3D visuals, and the stage was the size of an idol concert venue.
Fruit platters with sparklers and vibrant champagne bottles adorned every table, and the crowd’s attire was decently stylish.
“Wanna play here?”
I shook my head at Kalbang’s question. Without asking twice, he climbed the stairs to the mezzanine. Ascending the brightly lit steps, a luxurious hallway and rooms appeared. The floor was all glass, and the waiters’ uniforms were sharp.
“He said pick a place you like.”
“Huh?”
“Go into whatever turns you on.”
Not knowing which rooms were free, he told me to just pick one. Wandering around, I found an empty room, opened the door, and froze.
For a moment, I thought I was back in Seoul. Everything inside was flawless—nearly the same quality as Marine City, where I’d worked. Water buffalo leather sofas, Italian marble, silk wallpaper, even the glasses were top-tier luxury.
Suddenly, something welled up inside me.
I didn’t know how to describe it, but it felt like confirmation that this was where I belonged—in a club like this, in a room like this. A faint pride swelled at the thought that the boss owned a place of this caliber.
Calming my complex emotions, I stepped boldly into the room where even the air felt different. Sure enough, the sensation under my feet was distinct. The door handle felt unique, incomparable to the tacky floral wallpaper at Queens.
“I like it. Is this why he confidently told me to go play?”
Not to mess around with girls, but to enjoy a room decked out with the high-end stuff I liked.
I turned on the giant TV plastered to the wall. Naturally, it showed the entire first floor. I could click to zoom in on spots or people, or watch the DJing up close while enjoying the music.
Not caring about the people below, I turned it off. Then came a knock, and two waiters entered in succession. Just like Marine City, they worked in pairs—one setting up drinks while the other arranged snacks, identical routine.
They quickly filled the table and left, bowing deeply instead of saying goodbye—exactly the same. A strange déjà vu hit me briefly as I listened to the air purifier hum, sprawling across the sofa with my arms stretched out.
A dry sigh brought back familiar sensations. Back in Marine City, before business started, I’d sit in an empty room like this, eyes closed, waiting.
Checking in with the ladies coming that day, evaluating new hustlers—then the manager would call me, Jaehoon hyung would come looking, the primped-up guys would wait in line, and the night would finally kick off…
Fuck, why am I thinking about the past? As if running rooms with Park Joon in Seoul was some joyful memory worth recalling.
But to be fair, the host life wasn’t that bad. I’d settled in pretty fast, and the bosses weren’t total assholes. The ladies called me up anytime, money flowed with a snap of my fingers. Every season, I got designer clothes as gifts, and some clients even took me on overseas trips.
I never hit it big, but steady earnings meant I never needed an advance since starting. I’d fought with a manager over delayed TC once, sure, but I wasn’t the type to get stiffed anywhere. The problem was Park Joon.
If I hadn’t fallen into that bastard’s trap, I’d be raking it in while having fun by now…
Then the door burst open.
“Oh? Wrong room. Ah, sorry.”
Mistaking rooms was common, so I was about to say it’s fine when the man recognized me under the pricey chandelier light.
“Wait. Haven’t we met somewhere?”
I knew him too—a guy with round eyes and straight brows.
“Han Taesik. Chic Boy. Right?”
“Yep! Lee Soyoon!”
He recognized me too. Spreading his arms, he’d briefly worked with me early on at Marine City.
“Crazy. Daldal, how’d you end up here!”
“You went down to Busan, and now I’m seeing you here?”
“Insane. Lee Soyoon, how long’s it been? You wouldn’t budge when I said come visit Busan, and now I run into you here?”
He cackled and hugged me tight. I laughed too, patting his back, noticing his polished look and an expensive watch.
“Scouted and doing well, huh?”
“What’re you saying? I quit that ages ago.”
“You quit?”
“My noona told me to stop everything, so I did.”
His smug grin showed he’d landed on his feet. The necklace around his neck was designer, studded with sparkling diamonds, and he no longer reeked of booze and work.
“Who’d you snag this time?”
“Not a sugar mama—dating, asshole.”
His phone buzzed then. Checking the screen, he said a few words and hung up. Looking around the empty room, he grabbed my wrist.
“Friends haven’t shown up yet—come with me.”
“Where?”
“Where else, idiot? The room my noona booked. This place is already hopping, and if I bring you, she’ll be so thrilled she’ll throw money around tonight.”
He yanked my arm, dragging me out. I tried to say no, but he wouldn’t hear it— “Don’t you wanna see my girl?” “You really gonna do this?”—pulling me along.
“Then I’ll just pop in and leave. I’ve got plans.”
“I know, dumbass. That’s why you booked a room like that. This place is fucking expensive—minimum four bottles to get a room.”
That much? True, top clubs often went members-only, and if a Busan guy came all the way here, it must be popular.
“Come on, let’s go!”
He dragged me down the hall, past some guards, and stopped at a door, flinging it open.
“My noona’s killing it with the singing!”
The room was already a mess—three guys, four girls. With me and Taesik, it was five guys now.
As a seasoned hustler, I read the vibe instantly. The bleached blonde in the center of the sofa was Taesik’s sugar mama—calling her a girlfriend, but not exactly a looker and a bit older. The couple clinging to her were likely close friends, and the singing girl seemed like a tagalong.
Led by Taesik’s hand, I stepped to the table’s center. I accidentally bumped a guy decked out in silver earrings and rings and apologized. Taesik sat me next to his noona and introduced me.
“I ran into my friend here! You know him, right, noona? Jaehoon hyung. Jaehoon hyung loved this guy, and holy shit, I meet him again here?!”
At Taesik’s fuss, I greeted the woman. She scanned me up and down, and I suddenly remembered how I was dressed today.
“Unique taste. You could walk into Milan like this.”
The boss’s face flashed in my mind, overlapping with my mirror reflection. The scars had mostly healed, thankfully, but the shirt, gold necklace, and punk vibe screamed delinquent.
“But your face is really pretty. Did you hustle at Marine?”
“Yeah, kinda. Did some madam work and hustled too. That’s how it was.”
“With a face like that, I shouldn’t have missed you. Why do I feel like it’s the first time?”
“Right? With your status, I shouldn’t have missed you either, but it feels like we’re meeting for the first time.”
Her laugh burst out at my practiced line. She grabbed a glass and told me to pour, and I hesitated briefly. I wasn’t here as a hustler but as Taesik’s friend. Still, I picked up the bottle. After pouring one, she grabbed a fresh glass and filled it for me.
She toasted first and downed it. I followed, chugging mine while Taesik giggled, unbothered.
“You here alone today?”
“No. I’ve got someone with me.”
“Can’t your crew join us? I kinda don’t want to let you go.”
Joining with the boss? Absurd. But then, the girl who’d finished singing put down the mic, spotted me, and her eyes lit up. Did she like this punk-looking me? She stretched out her hand to greet me.
“I’m Soyeon. Lived in the States, so I’ll talk casually.”
“Lee Soyoon. Feel free to talk casually.”
“Wow, our names are similar. I like Versace too—feels like we’ll vibe today.”
She yanked my hand hard, nearly making me step on the guy I’d bumped earlier.
“Ah, sorry.”
“Come here. Sit by me. You’ll catch the gay disease next to him.”
Laughter erupted before she finished. She insisted on pulling me to her side. Amid the fit of giggles, I got a clear look at the guy I’d bumped—the one she called gay.
Under the chandelier, his face was pale. Loose white shirt, fingers loaded with Chrome Hearts rings and bracelets, necklaces and earrings overdone too. Slim but with a solid frame.
“He looks decent, so why’s he into guys? No clue!”
“Is that a disease?”
My retort was drowned out. Everyone was cackling like they’d planned it, mocking him. Taesik and his noona joined in— “Fuck, don’t you smell dude ass?”—joking about a gay virus in the air.
I looked at the guy. He smoked like he was used to this, scoffing at me. His curled lips and oddly sensual hand movements—he was a young guy who seemed to lack nothing, no different from me.
Yet he stayed aloof, daring them to keep mocking. He reminded me of a jaded host when her hand slid up my thigh to my crotch. I politely removed it.
Then more jabs at him exploded. Tirelessly— “My friend fucked that fag. He was moaning like crazy, I nearly puked!”—hitting my ears.
“If it felt good, he’d do it. Fuck.”
My voice, louder than before, stopped the laughter. Taesik opened his mouth, shocked, so I cut in hard.
“You acted out screwing with me in a room too. You were the bottom then—don’t remember?”
“What?”
“We jerked each other off as hustlers, panting for cash. Why’re you laughing along now?”
The vibe turned ice-cold instantly. The guy across from me stiffened, staring with hard eyes.
“So what if he’s gay? What’s the big deal? To me, he’s better than these assholes who don’t pay, order drinks, and talk down.”
I turned pointedly to the woman groping my thigh.
“Need a guy? Go to a host bar. Pay to touch. Why grope without permission? Fucking annoying.”
“…Oh my… what’s wrong with him…”
“My dick’s expensive, lady. Pay if you wanna touch.”
Her eyes widened instantly. As I stood, she cursed and lunged for my collar. If she were a client, maybe, but no chance. Then the guy who’d been silently watching spoke.
“How expensive?”
Silence fell again.
“You’d bottom for a guy?”
“…”
“I’m into rape play, see. But it’s gotta be a pretty face like yours. If it’s my type, I’ll buy no matter the price.”
So, wanna sell? His face was utterly blank. No emotion, just asking about sex and play.
“Just cash, or how about a sugar deal?”
“…”
“Thinking of topping a guy’s got my dick tingling already.”
No one spoke now. The bleached blonde sugar mama glanced between me and him, clicking her tongue. Taesik stood to stop me but sat back down.
That’s right. This guy was picking a fight with me. He didn’t care about their bullshit until I took his side, and now he was pissed, stirring shit.
“I’m serious. I’ll buy your dick.”
“Then bring a lot of cash. My sugar daddy’s real good at counting money.”
I stood cockily without realizing it. Like Joo Geonwoo, legs apart, glaring slantwise. Slow eye movements, brash words, a smirking face—yet ready to snap a neck anytime, I swaggered.
“Wanna fuck me? Bring cash in stacks. I’ll strip you down and fuck you silly.”
He furrowed his brow. The cigarette in his hand was a stub now, and the women were totally silent.
“You’ve got a sugar daddy?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Who?”
“Would you know if I told you?”
“I’ll find out. Like I said, I’m picky—once I bite, I don’t let go.”
He kept at it, expressionless, legs crossed, hands folded, waiting for my answer.
“He owns this club. Wanna see his face?”
“…For real?”
“Think I’d lie in front of you losers?”
I didn’t like fights. But I wasn’t nice enough to let deliberate provocation slide. Then Taesik stood, flustered.
“Daldal, let’s stop. We always mess around like this. Dahan doesn’t care much, it’s just meaningless talk. Like you said, I jerked off with you when I hustled too, so…”
His name’s Dahan? That’s when it happened. He grabbed my arm suddenly. A cold, eerie grip.
“Not letting go?”
As I spoke, a knock sounded.
“I’ll pay. A lot. Sit by me. The more I look, the hotter you…”
He tried pulling me. His creepy touch made me slap his hand off. Another knock. Taesik shouted, “Who’s there?” No answer—the door opened.
I turned and saw a figure standing tall. The boss, in a black suit jacket over his shirt, grinned. His towering frame strode into the room. Behind him, Jang Woosung followed, face blank.
I froze, stunned. Everyone stared at the boss, but he spoke like it was nothing.
“Sunjung-ah, what’re you doing?”
His usual question made me swallow dryly.
“Didn’t know you were here—I was waiting alone. Lost your way? Or dragged in by the wrist?”
Under the chandelier, his features were strikingly handsome, almost menacing. Oozing danger as much as beauty, he crossed the marble floor to stand before me.
“I told our Sunjung to have fun, and you’re really out here playing?”
At his voice, Taesik flinched first. His noona froze, glass in hand. The guy holding my wrist spoke.
“Who’re you, barging in?”
“Me?”
The boss raised a thick eyebrow. Wrinkling his smooth forehead, he bent down.
“Who do you think?”
The guy’s eyes flicked to me, then back to the boss’s face. Trying to figure it out, he looked at me again, but the boss blocked him.
“You don’t just stare at someone else’s stuff. No manners, huh?”
He straightened up. Towering again, he scanned the room and pulled me by the waist.
Instantly, everyone held their breath. Realizing who he was, they averted their eyes. He plopped onto the sofa, body bouncing slightly, crossed his legs, and tucked me beside him.
“From Busan?”
Taesik answered.
“Yeah. Heard the new club’s got good vibes, so we came out. But who are you…”
“Didn’t Sunjung say he’s with someone?”
At “Sunjung,” Taesik’s eyes darted.
“Oh, right. He said he had plans. Needed to leave soon…”
“Yeah, that’s me. Seeing you holding onto the guy who needs to leave, looks like you want me to join. Right?”
No one could say no. And why would they—Kalbang had just walked in. Black leather gloves on, he stood with Woosung like door guards.
I quickly gauged the boss’s mood. Meeting my eyes, he smiled as usual. Not stopping there, he tapped my lips with his finger, and the guy across from me went rigid.
“Why’s no one answering?”
“Uh, excuse me.”
Taesik’s noona spoke up.
“Do we know you? We don’t know who you are.”
“So?”
He answered but kept looking at me. His slow, blatant disregard made her falter before speaking again.
“That guy next to you, I mean, he said he knows Taesik, so he came in. So if you’re joining us, maybe introduce yourself first…”
Then he turned to look at her for the first time. The bleached blonde flinched under his gaze. Still, she had guts—clinging to Taesik without whining, she pressed on.
“Or take him and leave…”
A sharp “tch” burst from him. Leaning his intimidating frame forward, he said,
“You dragged him in without asking, and now you’re backtracking? Groping him and acting sleazy next to him—wiping your mouth doesn’t cut it, does it?”
She lowered her eyes. Not wanting her trembling hands seen, she set her glass down fast and crossed her arms.
“Well, then, what do you want us to do?”
The boss turned his head at the woman’s words and this time looked at the man.
“There’s nothing you can do about it. Since you came to Yeonsan, you should get a taste of Yeonsan’s dick. I’m supposedly this guy’s sugar daddy and the boss here, so would it do to just let you go?”
Before the boss finished speaking, Woosung walked toward the man. With the sound of clomping shoes, Woosung reached out and roughly tore at the man’s shirt.
“What are you doing!”
“Woosung-ah, shut his mouth first.”
At the boss’s command, Woosung untied the tie he was wearing and shoved it into the man’s mouth. There was no chance to ask what he intended to do. The man struggled and thrashed, but Woosung twisted his arms behind his back. Soon after, he swept everything off the table, and with a crash, glasses and bottles smashed onto the floor.
No one tried to stop it. Woosung then pulled off the man’s pants. His white ass was exposed, and Woosung forced him into a dog-like position before pulling out his own dick. The man pinned to the table screamed. People started trembling now, and one woman turned her head away, unable to watch any longer.
“From now on, anyone who looks away or closes their eyes will end up like him. If you want to get fucked like a dog, go ahead and try.”
At the boss’s words, the woman who’d turned away faced forward again. Taesik and his sugar mama lifted their averted gazes as well, and Woosung grabbed the man’s hair, thrusting his dick in. A guttural “Ugh!” erupted, and the boss tapped my head. Snapping out of it, I quickly buried my face in his chest. Clinging to him as if I didn’t want to hear or see, his voice reached me.
“I’ll show you what Yeonsan’s dick tastes like, so enjoy the show and head back. It’s a gift from me, so fuck well.”
The boss stood up, holding me in his arms. As a shattered bottle on the floor bumped his foot, he smirked and said, “Sunjung-ah, watch your step.”
Panting, thumping, filthy, destructive sounds filled the air. I tried to block my ears. As the boss walked out with me in his arms, Kalbang opened the door. Leaving the room, a completely different air washed over us.
“Baekil, if you wanna have fun, go play. That old hag’s face is worth a look.”
Baekil chuckled at the boss’s words. He was pointing at the woman who’d sat next to me.
I don’t know if Baekil went back into the room. With my eyes closed, I let the boss lead me by the hand down the hallway. The ear-splitting music and people’s cheers rattled my bones. Feeling the thumping vibrations, I wondered how far we’d walked when the boss pushed me into somewhere.
“You can open your eyes now, Sunjung-ah.”
It was a room with soft lighting. The one I’d first entered, where untouched drinks and food still sat.
“Why…”
“What’s why?”
He played dumb, knowing full well. After ordering that scene moments ago, he hugged me casually without explanation.
“So, were you gonna do it instead of Woosung?”
“…”
“That guy eyeing you said he likes doing it in front of people. So I gave him a taste of Yeonsan’s dick—what’s wrong with that?”
He wasn’t eyeing me. He treated me like a cheap whore, sizing me up with money.
I stared at the boss’s face, claiming innocence, and asked in a trembling voice.
“How much did you hear?”
“Is that important?”
“Did you hear everything said in the room?”
“Roughly. Hearing you call me your sugar daddy got me so worked up, I couldn’t not step in.”
I’d rather close my eyes. As he said, that wasn’t the point. He already knew I’d gone into another room and seemed to know everything that happened inside.
“Did you bug the room or something?”
“No way. I’d get sued.”
“Then how…”
He just grinned. Then, out of nowhere, he pressed his lips to mine. His big tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine. It licked the roof of my mouth, grazed my teeth, took all my saliva, and drank it before lifting me onto the sofa.
I lay long on the sofa, looking up at him. Under the chandelier, his face was handsome again. Long brows, intense eyes. His high nose didn’t seem Korean, and his sharp jawline looked sculpted.
“You didn’t want to be there, right?”
He asked, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, and I didn’t answer.
“Didn’t you want to wait for me here, relaxing alone?”
True. I wanted to lounge, sipping drinks. In this rare high-end room, I’d figured he’d show up eventually while I sipped. He’d tease me, throw cheap flirts, mess with me. As the drinks hit, I’d use it as an excuse to act bratty, and he’d find it cute, then fuck me… I vaguely calculated that, and now I admitted it.
Yeah, I admit it. Being with him isn’t all bad anymore. Even after fucking all day, even with him clinging endlessly, I didn’t shudder.
I freaked out when he said I couldn’t go to Seoul, but since I can’t go now anyway, I tried convincing myself it’s fine. The hotel with him was comfy, the food was good, and he didn’t hit or mistreat me.
Sure, he was still a scary bastard, pulling shit like just now without hesitation, but I knew why he did it.
Anger over someone mishandling what’s his. Irritation at them treating me like a hustler when I’m not, trying to toy with me—I got it.
“Still, making Woosung do that was too much.”
“Too much? It’s obvious he’d love it to death.”
Would he, though?
Like he told me—did he really enjoy being choked and fucked in front of others?
“I didn’t like them mocking him for being gay. It pissed me off seeing them treat me like a hustler right off the bat too.”
He stopped smirking and raised an eyebrow.
“Grabbing my wrist out of nowhere, sitting me down, touching me, mocking him. It wasn’t aimed at me, but it pissed me off. You’re not gay, right, boss?”
He answered with that handsome face.
“Are you nuts?”
“Right? Me neither. And I’m not the type to meddle in others’ business either. I could’ve ignored them mocking him, but somehow I couldn’t. Every word grated, annoyed me, and I didn’t get why he just took it. It irritated me even though it’s none of my business—why just listen? Isn’t he mad? Is he that much of a pushover? That’s what I thought.”
He said nothing. He’d stopped unbuttoning too.
“So I stepped in, but he attacked me instead. No, more like he ignored me even though I was trying to help. I thought I was on his side, different from them, but he treated me like someone to fuck, and it pissed me off.”
“…”
“I wondered if I’m now seen as a guy who sells himself to men too…”
His cologne settled over me. He stayed silent. Just sitting over me, looking down with dark eyes. I didn’t expect him to say anything, but I still wanted his response.
“You’re not gonna say anything?”
He suddenly tilted his head. Staring through me, he smirked.
“Why’re you laughing?”
“It’s weird.”
An unexpected answer. His expression matched it.
“I don’t even listen to hustlers’ bullshit, yet here I am, listening to you.”
“…”
“Whores pitying themselves? I’d curse them out for not knowing their place, but I can’t stand seeing our Sunjung’s pride crumble.”
He sat up from straddling me. I followed, sitting straight. We didn’t look at each other for a moment.
I grabbed the Hennessy, avoiding the cold snacks. Popping the cap, I filled two shots. I handed him one and downed mine first.
The alcohol burned sweetly down my throat. Its bitter, smoky scent hit hard, and I filled another, chugging it back-to-back. It surged into my empty stomach, rising fast.
“So you’re saying you didn’t like hearing it. A whore whining without knowing his place looks pathetic—that’s what you mean.”
No rebuttal came. Impulsively, I snatched the glass from his hand and poured it into my mouth.
“Then say you don’t wanna hear it. Why listen to the end? Why not cut me off and fuck me instead?”
“…”
“Why’d you barge into the room acting like you’d take revenge for me!”
My last words went beyond questioning—I was angry. Yelling, I realized my mistake.
“Why’d you stop? Keep going.”
“If I climb higher, I’ll really fuck up.”
He burst out laughing. Like before, showing all his teeth, eyes curving. Calling “Sunjung-ah,” he pulled me in, and through my swaying vision, his sparkling eyes filled my sight.
“Why’s everything you do my type?”
He habitually lifted me onto his thigh. Pulling my booze-flushed face close, he rested a hand on my ass.
“I once had a dog I raised—its temper was no joke. Fiercer than a Doberman or a fighting breed. The kind of mutt that’d bite even the owner feeding it. Wanna know how pretty it was?”
I don’t. And I wish he’d stop comparing me to it, but he rubbed under my chin like a dog, hand off my ass.
“It was really pretty. From my great-grandma’s time, it won first in dog beauty contests nonstop. Small, white, truly gorgeous.”
He stopped rubbing my jaw. Tapping my nose, he poked the two moles under my eyes.
“Its name was Song. Like snowflake Song.”
I recalled the day we met. Seeing me vomit, he’d said,
“Like white snowflakes settling.”
Oh, that’s what he meant.
His gaze deepened. The boss, who’d been playfully treating me like a dog, pressed his forehead to mine. Already on his thigh, I somehow couldn’t meet his eyes. Feeling odd, I looked down.
“I lost that Song once. For two days, I didn’t sleep, searching. I was twelve—first time I climbed a wall and knocked out an adult with my fist.”
He fixated on my lips. Parting them slightly as if expecting a kiss, his minty breath rushed in.
“Because someone eyed and stole my Song.”
“…!”
“I had a knife in my pocket. Planned to stab his wrist, cut off his fingers, but Song was shaking too much, so I just left.”
A strange déjà vu hit. I tilted my head to check his pants. His right pocket bulged. It was empty when we left the hotel—now something hard was inside.
“Earlier… then…”
“You shook him off, didn’t you?”
He tapped my cheek.
“If he grabbed again, I’d have cut him then. But don’t worry—I wouldn’t do it in front of you.”
I pictured that man’s wrist severed. Blood spraying in the room, screams, a lone wrist rolling around. I’d be drenched in it, and the boss would watch the writhing man blankly.
“Sunjung-ah, don’t let anyone grab your wrist.”
He said softly, sucking my lips briefly.
“I can’t stand anyone touching what’s mine.”
Eyes open, he tangled his tongue with mine. Each time his dark eyes met mine, chills ran through me. Sucking my tongue’s root deep, drinking my saliva, he watched me obsessively. I couldn’t hold his gaze and closed my eyes. Beneath my lids, our moments flashed by.
“You can’t go to Seoul.”
“You have to live with me.”
I know these aren’t words to brush off. He’s a man who carries a knife, ready to cut and stab without guilt. He might be obsessed with me, and I’m only now pretending to realize it.
Reaching that thought, I wanted to push him away. But he’d already stripped my shirt, undone my belt, and held my dick.
I didn’t resist. For a split second, I’d thought to shove him off, but I undid his belt instead. The buckle clattered urgently as his sweaty palm gripped my dick, already wet and squelching.
“Hah!”
“You in a rush too?”
Catching his meaning, I nodded. With a humorless face, he unzipped, pulling out his own with the hand not holding mine. It sprang out with a thud, soaked in precum, head swollen and bobbing.
“Grab it. Or suck?”
“No. Hngh!”
Put it in, back there.
As if missing what was inside me hours ago, I craved his dick. That choice flooded me with misery. Wielding that misery as courage, I slightly lifted my thighs. Spreading my ass wide with his dick upright, I let him in.
He licked his red tongue at the sight, pressed his tip to me, and thrust in.
“Ugh!!”
“Ha, this feels new.”
Curious at my willingness, he sucked under my chin while thrusting. Supporting a 180cm grown man, he didn’t even pant. Slowly thrusting his wet dick in, he licked my nape.
Sticky saliva slid down my neck to my chest. He thrust deliberately slow, as if measuring my insides, trembling as he plunged deep, then pulling back, repeating.
“Ha! Boss!”
“What.”
“There, there…”
“Want it fast?”
He rubbed my back as if he knew my reaction.
“Let’s take it slow. It’d be a waste, right?”
With his dick inside, he grabbed a bottle. Drinking straight from it, he held the liquor in his mouth and pressed his lips to mine.
Liquor flowed between my parted lips. Maybe because it was expensive, it felt smooth. Or maybe because it came from his mouth. I swallowed and moved my hips myself. At that unfamiliar motion, he narrowed his eyes and stopped. Wondering why, I opened my eyes to his slightly annoyed voice.
“Sunjung-ah, just because you’ve tasted dick doesn’t mean you can flaunt it elsewhere.”
He gripped my pelvis tight.
“Fucking with your back hole—that’s just for me.”
I couldn’t answer. Because he suddenly started thrusting hard. Grabbing my pelvis, he fucked like a madman, shaking my upper body so much I had to cling to him or fall apart.
“Ah! Ah! It hurts!”
“Now you’re even seducing guys—I can’t live with this anxiety.”
Pain and pleasure tangled filthily. Unable to tell if it hurt or felt good, I sobbed as he pounded me.
“I’m already a mess wrapped around you. Fuck!”
He stood, me still on his thighs. Lost in ecstasy, I flailed as he lifted me. Trying to lower my legs and struggle, he hugged my waist tight and pressed me down.
“Ahhh!!”
My vision went white, head snapping back. His dick rammed like it’d pierce my heart, raging like a beast. Each time my walls clenched, he growled, panting with me, calling out.
“Lee Soyoon.”
“Agh! Ah! Please! Hngh!”
“Why show up now and drive me crazy, huh?”
You should’ve come earlier—why wander elsewhere, alone, without me.
His words broke into fragments. I wanted to shut his mouth. The me from his past wouldn’t do this. I’d never glance at a man, nor acknowledge his possessive undertones.
It’s only possible now. Caught in emotions neither love nor anything else, rolled up and crazed for dick, crying on his cock like a lunatic.
“Hngh! I-I’m gonna cum!”
At my urgent cry, he thrust while holding me. Wet slaps echoed as his firm thighs hit my ass like stone, pulling away, then hitting again.
Overwhelmed by his inhuman strength, I clung to his neck, retching. As cum burst from my untouched dick, he sped up, breathing hard.
“Ahh!!”
Losing it, I tried to release my grip on his neck. He slammed in to the hilt with a thud, as if to snap me out of it.
“Ugh!!”
“Almost there. Fuck, so tight. My dick’s gonna burst!”
I hung on his neck like a kid. The necklace on his thick neck burned against my cheek, leaving deep marks.
“Fuck! Ngh!”
His body tensed. Soon, I felt his cum flood inside. My stretched, wet walls sucked it in tight. He came long, hugging me like he’d break me. My dangling toes curled, sweat soaked me, and as I grew slick, his satisfied grunts fell heavily.
“Good.”
“…!!”
“Every time with you, it’s like my eyes roll back, Sunjung-ah.”
I trembled in his arms. Not from lingering orgasm, but something spurting from my dick’s tip. I knew what it was. Something I’d only heard of—I was doing it, and he noticed, chuckling as he rubbed my back hard.
“Sunjung-ah, you liked it too?”
Squirting like a fountain, I closed my eyes, panting. No strength left, my ears still buzzing, dick ready to rise again.
“…Tired…”
Mumbling, I buried my nose in his shoulder. Breathing hotly, slumping, he lifted me, cooing. Still inside, he kissed my cheeks, groped, nibbled, and fondled me.
“You gotta do it too.”
Raising my flushed face, I asked.
“What?”
“Something cute.”
If he meant a cheek kiss, it’d be easy. I’d sucked his dick, tangled tongues—what’s a peck? But that wasn’t it.
“Was that you being cute to me, boss?”
At my tentative question, he laughed in my face. Seeing his soft, curved eyes, my hole twitched.
“What else? Making a fuss to pamper my guy.”
He kissed my cheeks again, showily. Pretended to bite my plump cheeks, then kissed my lips more.
“You do it.”
Was he being generous or craving affection? I couldn’t tell. After an intense orgasm, I pressed my lips to his tanned skin. Making a “smack” sound, then another, he laughed again.
His clear laugh left me frozen. No thoughts, just blankly taking him in. He met my eyes too. Raising his thick brows, he gazed at me vaguely.
In the big room, only the smell of cum hung in the air. Feeling each other’s heartbeats, he slowly lowered his head and kissed me. A post-sex gesture of respect, showing regard for the other.
“Good?”
I nodded slowly. He rubbed my back soothingly.
“I’m hungry.”
At that, he got up. Grabbing the stack of wet wipes the waiters left, he wiped my dick, laid me on the sofa, and cleaned my hole like changing a diaper.
His touch was rough, careless. When he stuck fingers in to scoop out cum, I yelped. I kicked his shoulder, and he laughed, popping my balls in his mouth and rolling them.
Blowing air to tickle my pubes, leaving deep kiss marks on my inner thighs, he got smacked on the head by me. I laughed too. Dressing again—bottoms off—we ate the snacks-turned-meal.
Calling the waiter, we reheated cold food. Swapping soggy chicken for hot grilled skewers, I ate what he tore off, chewing hamburger steak. As juice dripped, wetting my lips, he offered shrimp tempura but gestured instead.
Come here—he meant. Bringing my mouth close, he licked my lips and said,
“Tasty.”
“Dirty.”
“Anything from your kid’s always tasty.”
His grin sparked my appetite. Sex or hunger, I didn’t care. I forgot a guy got raped earlier. Didn’t mind the knife in his pocket.
We ate heartily and drank. I grabbed the mic, sang, and he smoked, watching me with delight. Barefoot in this fancy room I loved, I sang, danced, drank.
With panting breaths, fanfare burst. Finishing a song, he queued the next.
“Sing that one you did back then.”
“Which one?”
“The super Sunjung, Sunjung one.”
Guessing, I punched in the number. As he stared at my sleek legs, exhaling smoke, the intro began.
The song was “Breath of Love,” and since he didn’t object, it seemed right. I started singing a song I’d done hundreds of times, closing my eyes.
If we were meant to meet anywhere, even parting like this wouldn’t sadden me.
We’d meet again, love again, breathe again.
Time to us is a fleeting midday dream. I’m here, you know. Meeting you, breathing, feeling the grain, waiting for days with you again.
The song climbed to its peak. My voice flowed smooth today. Pitch, rhythm—flawless. I raised my arm in a gesture. Under swirling lights, he couldn’t take his eyes off me. Not even smoking, just letting smoke drift from the cigarette in hand.
“Born before you, I was just waiting for you.”
At the final note, I locked eyes with him. Pointing as if “you” meant him, like always, he stubbed out his butt and clapped wildly.
Fanfare joined his applause. He spread his arms wide. Tossing the mic, I walked to him.
“You should run over, Sunjung-ah.”
So I ran across the spacious room. Barefoot on marble, no bottoms. The shirt and necklace he’d put on me flapped. I dashed, hair bouncing, leaping into his arms. Laughter burst without saying who started it.
He hugged me. Crushing me, arms tight. I wrapped my bare legs around his big frame, arms around his neck.
“Gets me so horny every time I hear it.”
“But it’s Sunjung-like.”
“Yeah. That’s why it’s so hot. Matches you perfectly.”
He brushed my hair back. My round forehead and faded scars showed, and he cursed, smacking my ass once.
“Know how many days it’s been since we met?”
I shook my head.
“Exactly four weeks today.”
“A month?”
“Twenty-nine days. Thirty tomorrow.”
Oh, that long already. I’d started running the moment I hit Yeonsan, got wrecked in less than a week, spent over ten days bedridden, then four more bitching at him—makes sense.
“Sunjung came and jumped me after exactly twenty-nine days.”
He grabbed my cheeks, shaking them like it meant something.
A knock sounded, and Kalbang peeked in. Startled, bottomless under the shirt, the boss pulled his discarded jacket from afar to cover me and said,
“What?”
“You’re roasting sesame so hard the nutty smell’s hitting the hallway.”
“More like night-bloom stink. Bullshit.”
At his retort, Kalbang stayed outside, not entering.
“Cleaned up and wrapped it.”
“Good.”
“Woosung’s eyes rolled back—he wants another go.”
“Let him.”
I realized Kalbang meant “that guy.” True to gay tastes, he’d headed to a hotel after hitting it off.
Crazy. Wow, another nutcase besides me. No, the boss is the nut—I’m not.
“Prep a hotel?”
He asked me, snug in his arms.
“Sunjung-ah, old hotel or a new one nearby?”
“Now?”
“Yeah. If you wanna sleep somewhere new while we’re out, say it. We’ll go.”
I glanced away. This probably meant something new was up. The current tourist hotel was decent, but I wanted to try one in Namgu-dong.
“Wanna go somewhere else. With an outdoor pool, maybe.”
Warm water sounded nice. He got it, smirking, “Book Marqué or a suite.”
I perked up. A new hotel got my heart racing a bit. At the same time, I realized I’d truly turned my brain off. Casually fucking, spilling my feelings, yelling when pissed, now excited in his arms.
My heart raced at the thought of playing with him again, no different from snagging a sugar mama in Seoul. Except it’s a guy, not a lady. I’m the one fucked, not fucking, but with money involved, it’s all the same.
I let out a bitter breath for no reason. He held out his hand.
“Put on pants roughly. No point fussing—you’ll strip again.”
Zipping up, I glared at him. He chuckled, snatching my hand.
Whatever, capitalism rules.