KTS Ch 4

The night before the cruise was set to depart. Woojung, who had arrived at Incheon Port, was dragged to a drinking party disguised as a welcome party.

He walked along the streetlights with the lounge staff. After leaving the pier and entering a large alley, a seemingly endless line of orange and green pochas [covered wagons/street food stalls] appeared. Among them, they entered a place called Original Sardinella House, which had strings of yellow light bulbs dangling at its entrance.

Woojung sat in a seat near Seo Dowon, eating spicy raw fish salad and grilled fish, and also drank a Coke. Seeing this, the manager mixed a somaek [a cocktail of soju and beer] and handed it to him.

“What kind of bullshit is this, drink it.”

Woojung downed it in one go. He worried that the manager might keep pressuring him to drink, but the manager only offered one glass to everyone and then only ate the raw fish. It seemed to be because of the departure scheduled for the next day.

The thought that it was a relief was brief, as this time, the manager’s sticky gaze flew toward him.

“Cheon Woojung, Cheon Woojung.”

The manager stared at Woojung’s face and muttered his name several times. Then, he gave a fishy smile. A staff member sitting next to him poked Woojung’s thigh.

“Thank you for picking me.”

“What’s with the thanks for something like this. I just told you about the job opening, and Woojung was the one who did the interview and got in.”

The manager kept his eyes fixed on Woojung, with the beer glass pressed against his thick lips.

“From now on, when you get a lot of tips, use that money to buy me cigarettes sometimes.”

Saying so, the manager told him his favorite brand. He kindly informed him of the office’s location as well. The man looked like a delinquent, but since he was the one who had recommended him for a full-time position on the cruise, he could at least do that much.

“Yes, I will.”

Woojung bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the table. The ID card hanging from his neck hit the table, making a clicking sound.

“Did you take your profile picture too? Let me see.”

The manager reached out and snatched Woojung’s ID card. His broad, blunt fingers repeatedly rubbed Woojung’s profile picture.

“You’ll sell well.”

Feeling as if that touch were on his own body, Woojung pretended not to notice and averted his gaze. Instead, he poured soju into the manager’s empty glass.

“It doesn’t seem like he lacks sense….”

Woojung, who had been assessing the situation, moved to another table to avoid the manager. He went over to where Seo Dowon and other senior staff members were and greeted them.

The company dinner ended only after the grill grate had been replaced a dozen times.

The staff members came up to their cabins in groups of two and three. Most seemed to have groups they were close with, and so did Woojung. On the way back, he walked with Seo Dowon. There were furtive glances from those around them, muttering how he was said to be a Beta but was getting close to an Alpha, but he paid them no mind.

DECK 3 106

It was the cabin officially assigned to Woojung on the cruise. He looked around the cabin from the entrance. A room with a circular window, a bed, and a bathroom.

It looked exactly the same as the room he had stayed in during his part-time job, with only the location being different, but the thought that it was a room permitted for his own use made him feel a new sense of emotion.

Woojung placed the ID card, officially issued to cruise staff, on the table. He was just barely twenty, yet he felt like a proper member of society.

He reached out and glanced once at the corner of the card, and then at the haphazardly scattered lanyard. On the blue strap, a white wave pattern and the company name LX Cruises were printed alternately. Woojung pulled out a tissue that was provided on the table, wet it with water, and scrubbed the surface of the card clean.

Woojung went to the bathroom, his favorite place in his cabin, showered, and came out. Just as he had roughly dried his hair and changed into his pajamas, there was a knock on the door.

“Yes.”

When Woojung opened the cabin door, the section chief of the VIP lounge was waiting.

“Woojung.”

“Oh, Section Chief.”

“That’s a relief. I was worried you might be sleeping.”

Woojung made a gesture to come in, opening the door wider. The section chief waved both hands and shook his head. He stepped back, looking almost excessively surprised.

“No, no. That’s not it. Please change into your uniform. There’s someone the staff assigned to the lounge needs to greet separately.”

“Ah, yes. I will change right away.”

“I’ll be waiting on the couch in front of the elevator, so don’t worry about me and get dressed neatly. Tidy up your hair a bit too.”

“Yes.”

As soon as he closed the door, Woojung took out one of the uniforms hanging in the closet and put it on. This time, it was with a newly bought white shirt. He adjusted his bow tie in front of the full-length mirror placed by the entrance and then went to the section chief.

“Who is the person we need to greet?”

“Our company’s Executive Director.”

“The Executive Director is here?”

“Yes, he periodically books a room and stays here. I’ve only heard it’s an annual event, but I’ve never heard about him staying for consecutive periods like this… Anyway, because of the Executive Director, the lounge staff is a little on edge. When personnel from the head office are around, you can’t help but be concerned.”

The section chief seemed serious in his own way, but Woojung just nodded his head, thinking, Ah, I see, and nothing more. The Executive Director, the head office—all of those things felt like they were in a world that had absolutely nothing to do with him, which made him feel that way even more.

“It’s nothing major, but I’ll tell you a few things just as a precaution. It’s better for everyone to be on good terms.”

“Yes.”

“When you open the cabin door and go in, it’s good to be very polite with your greeting. His first impression is cold, and he has very clear likes and dislikes, so he can seem difficult. But if you answer his questions well, there won’t be any problems.”

Woojung nodded his head and listened intently to the section chief’s words.

“It’s okay to express your intentions clearly with ‘yes’ or ‘no’, and he dislikes it when people mumble the ends of their sentences, so just be careful about that. Ah, and….”

The section chief, who had said he would only mention a few things, continued with his endless worries. At this point, Woojung started to feel like he was redoing the interview he had already passed. He had thought he had gotten through everything safely, but to think there was a final boss remaining.

His explanation continued even as they rode the staff-only elevator.

“And I’m saying this out of an abundance of caution. If he happens to ask something about the lounge, just answer appropriately. It’s better for everyone to be on good terms, so let’s keep things amicable. Don’t cause any problems…. You understand this much, right?”

“Yes, I will.”

The manager always had ‘quickly, quickly’ on his lips, while the section chief has ‘amicably, amicably’ on his, Woojung thought to himself.

“Do you remember how to use the elevator? When you come back, right here, scan your ID card on the touch pad and press [‘DECK 3’].”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

The moment the section chief pressed [‘DECK 16’], Woojung’s thick lips parted slightly, and an “uh” sound escaped. The sound was buried by the soft jazz music playing in the elevator.

As they got off on the 16th floor and walked down the corridor, the path became familiar.

The section chief walked down the long stretch and stopped in front of room 1601.

Woojung kept his mouth firmly shut and stared at the nameplate on the door. The memory of having been here before came to mind, but he blinked and shook the thought away. A cabin is a place that countless people pass through, after all.

“Executive Director, the new recruit from the VIP lounge has come to greet you.”

“You’ve arrived, Section Chief.”

The door opened and a man in his late thirties, dressed in a neat casual suit, came out. Woojung bent his waist and bowed.

“Hello. I am Cheon Woojung, who has joined the company as a VIP lounge staff member.”

The section chief, who was beside him, grabbed Woojung’s shoulder to straighten him up and said.

“Secretary Choi, you were here as well.”

“It’s good to see you again. Have you been well?”

“Yes. Is the Executive Director inside?”

“He is waiting.”

So it’s not this person.

Only then did Woojung properly see the person he had greeted. He looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. As he was tilting his head and trying to recall, Secretary Choi opened the cabin door wide and turned his body to the side.

“Cheon Woojung. Please go in.”

“Thank you.”

“Do well, Woojung. We will go down first.”

The section chief made a fist gesture.

Woojung entered cabin 1601, and Secretary Choi exited the cabin.

Someone was sitting on the sofa in the reception room beyond the cabin door. Woojung greeted the real Executive Director while still holding the doorknob.

“Hello. I am Cheon Woojung, who has joined the company as a VIP lounge staff member.”

“Come in.”

“……”

It was when he squinted his eyes to get a better look at the person’s appearance. He froze on the spot, even stopping his breathing. The person he thought he would never see again was beyond this point.

Why was Sa Gongjun there?

His heart, belatedly realizing the reality, began to pound—thump, thump-thump—at a progressively faster rate. His last point of contact with that man, the cell phone, that day’s deviation from the norm—it all threw Woojung into confusion.

Slam.

Woojung took a step back and slammed the door of 1601 shut. Then he stared blankly at the dark gray door and the nameplate engraved with stainless steel embossing.

1601

Am I possessed by a ghost or something. It was when Woojung was backing away.

Clank, the door opened, and a large hand shot through the gap and grabbed the nape of Woojung’s neck.

“Heueuak.”

His shoulders shot all the way up. The strength he had put into his feet to resist on the floor was laughably futile; Woojung was dragged into 1601.

🌸

A white business card was pushed across the edge of the table.

What am I supposed to do when I receive a business card?

Just leaving it there and looking at it seemed rude. Woojung grasped the card and examined it up close. The wave-shaped logo and signature printed on the ID card lanyard were also clear on the business card.

LX Cruises

Sa Gongjun, Executive Director

Woojung looked once at the business card, and once at Sa Gongjun. Woojung didn’t know much about the company, but he knew enough to understand that the position of Executive Director was not that of a regular employee.

He had thought he was just a simple passenger. The meeting that was not ordinary, the phone call that was not commonplace—he had thought he could forget it all. If he had known they would meet again like this, he would never have….

Woojung’s mind became a jumbled mess.

“You’ve had a lot of fun all this time, haven’t you.”

The air pressing down on Woojung’s shoulders grew sharp. A violent and edgy aura, sharp enough to make his skin tingle, spoke to Woojung. It told him that he was now in an enclosed space, face to face with an Alpha.

“Then is it my turn to have some fun now?”

Room 1601, a space with just the two of them, and a difference in height and build that was obvious to anyone. Woojung quickly became anxious from the chilly temperature emanating from Sa Gongjun. If he got hit by a person like this, he would have to lie in bed for at least a week.

Normally, he would have just taken the beating, but not now. Not even 24 hours had passed since he officially became a full-time employee. Woojung had the morning shift tomorrow as well. He had to somehow walk out on his own two feet and work safely.

Woojung slid his bottom, which had been barely perched on the edge of the sofa, and knelt on the carpeted floor. As soon as he placed his clenched fists on his knees, he began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

“Um… it was a mistake. I… shouldn’t have called, but I called without thinking. I couldn’t find a part-time job for several weeks, so, even though I shouldn’t have, I called the Executive Director… and asked if there was a job opening. If I had known you were the Executive Director, I would never have called.”

He lifted his head to check Sa Gongjun’s expression. It did not look good. Woojung hastily added more words.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

How he had been treated during that day’s phone call was not important. Since he was the one who had reached out first, it was right to see that it was all his own fault that things had come to this and that Sa Gongjun’s mood had soured.

“I’m really sorry for making you uncomfortable. I won’t do it again.”

A member of society taking his first step? What a joke. Even after boarding a glittering cruise ship, Woojung’s life, still on his knees on the floor, had not changed one bit compared to before.

“I will never call the Executive Director again. I’ll just work really quietly on the cruise. So….”

Woojung folded his body and pressed his forehead to the floor as well. His two hands, placed neatly in front of his head, trembled minutely. There was nowhere left to retreat.

“Please just let me work as a staff member. I’m begging you.”

Sa Gongjun, who had been leaning back on the sofa, placed his elbows on his knees and leaned his upper body forward. Tap. Tap. As he lightly tapped the floor with the tips of his feet, Woojung, hearing the sound, peeked his head up.

Sa Gongjun looked up at Woojung’s face, which was on the verge of tears, and then beckoned with his hand.

“Come closer.”

Woojung, who had been watching for cues, crawled on his knees. As he knelt between Sa Gongjun’s legs, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly. He knew from experience that if he was careless and got hit, biting his tongue, he wouldn’t be able to close his mouth even if he wanted to.

“Eup.”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s chin firmly with his palm. His face was so small it fit entirely in one hand. He slowly stroked Woojung’s cheek with his thumb. The white cheek, bathed in the suite room’s lighting, glistened smoothly. If I strip him, his whole body will be smooth and snow-white. If I knead him all over and make him red, he’ll be quite to my taste, he thought.

He wrapped his hand around the back of Woojung’s head and pulled him so close he almost touched his lower abdomen. Woojung, whose arms had been flailing in the air, had no choice but to place his hands on Sa Gongjun’s wide, hard thighs to keep from falling. It was an attempt to avoid shamefully burying his face.

“Ah….”

Sa Gongjun savored the pathetic movements of the person struggling between his legs. Woojung would grab Sa Gongjun’s knee with his palm and get startled, then prop himself up on his thigh with his fist, then push away with his wrist, at a complete loss.

Then, his gaze fell on one spot. Woojung’s knuckles, scraped up here and there, were stained completely red. Sa Gongjun snatched Woojung’s wrist.

“To think you want to work at my company again, after screwing me over twice.”

Pushed by the force, Woojung slid forward. Unintentionally ending up with his arm draped over Sa Gongjun’s thigh, he looked up to see Sa Gongjun with the driest expression in the world.

“But what to do. My personality is more twisted and foul than Cheon Woojung thinks, so I don’t feel like obediently saying yes.”

Whether he gets beaten to death by a loan shark, or dies while trying to read Sa Gongjun’s mood. Either way, there was no solution. Sa Gongjun, who at least talked instead of his fists flying first, seemed like a better option than a loan shark.

“Um… I have to pay off a debt every month.”

“And so?”

“I quit all my part-time jobs because I was told I’d become a full-time cruise employee.”

“Is there any reason why I should feel indebted for something that happened because Cheon Woojung didn’t live diligently?”

“If I can’t pay it back this month, I might really die. I was wondering if you could give me one last chance….”

“A chance?”

“…Yes.”

One of Sa Gongjun’s eyebrows twitched. He bent his body forward and moved closer to Woojung.

“If I give you that chance, what can Cheon Woojung give me.”

“…Is there something you need?”

Woojung, without thinking, almost threw out the unfiltered words, asking if there was anything more that someone like him, who seemed to have everything, could possibly need.

“And if there is, are you willing to give it?”

“…If it’s something I can give.”

Sa Gongjun used his thumb to force Woojung’s mouth open wider. The force was so strong that his thick lower lip was squashed. His fair, neat face was thoroughly tangled with confusion. Sa Gongjun found that expression on Cheon Woojung quite to his liking.

“This is my final offer. If you want to keep working on the cruise, answer that you’ll do as you’re told.”

“Thank you. Thank you….”

He was about to bow his head in joy but stopped in mid-air.

“Three hundred for a blowjob. Five hundred to take a fucking. If you just accommodate me well, I’ll give you a bonus too. On the condition that you come and spread your legs whenever I call.”

“…What?”

Woojung tilted his head back and studied Sa Gongjun’s expression. He was as serious as someone proposing a business deal. Woojung had to wonder again if he had misheard a perfectly normal conversation.

“Is it not enough?”

“……”

“My, my, Cheon Woojung. How have you lived your life to feel that that’s not enough.”

“…N-no.”

“You can put aside your worries about getting paid too little. I’ll be ramming into you several times a day.”

Woojung, who had caught his breath, took a deep inhale.

“Um… I’m sorry but.”

Woojung clamped his mouth shut. He had used so much strength to suppress his emotions that the tip of his smooth chin had become pebbled.

“I joined the company as a lounge staff member. I didn’t come here to do that kind of work.”

“Is that so? Actually, I hired Cheon Woojung to make you do that kind of work.”

“……”

“I think I chose the right person. Seeing how natural you look sitting between my legs.”

Woojung shook off Sa Gongjun’s hand, which was stuck to his mouth and showed no sign of leaving, and sat back a step away from him.

“What if I say I won’t do it?”

“I’m also wondering. How Cheon Woojung will react. Whether it’s my turn to be screwed over a third time, or Woojung’s turn to go back to a life of hardship. Shall we make a bet on who gets the last laugh this time.”

My turn to go back to hardship? Woojung’s eyes, which had been barely holding the sharp, even ghastly gaze, trembled uncontrollably.

“If you want to continue earning money safely, you’d do well to listen to me obediently. If you insist on seeing for yourself with your own two eyes, you can try leaving the cabin.”

Could it be that the reason he hadn’t been able to find a part-time job all this time was because of Sa Gongjun? Woojung’s face crumpled at once.

“Think of it simply. It’s a simple matter of playing around for a bit and going our separate ways when I get bored.”

What would happen to his life if he crossed this arrogant and self-centered man again? He thought he was already at rock bottom, but could there possibly be a lower place to fall? He didn’t want to know. Woojung decided to try persuading him with all his might.

“Executive Director….”

“Yes.”

Sa Gongjun drew out the end of his word slowly, taking his time. Then he traced his hand along the corners of Woojung’s eyes and the shell of his ear. Every place his finger touched was filled with a sense of heat.

“I think there’s some misunderstanding. I told you last time too….”

Wouldn’t it be similar if I prodded his ass? The moment he had that thought, strength entered his thighs.

“I’m a Beta.”

“Is it time for introductions. Nice to meet you, I’m an Alpha.”

“……”

“I don’t have a preference for dynamic types in bed, but I am the messy type. Do you have any other questions?”

It was the moment when the suspicions that had occasionally surfaced became reality. Unlike Sa Gongjun, who was looking down at Woojung leisurely, Woojung, who was extremely tense, could not look at him properly.

“…I’m a Beta male.”

“I know. Cheon Woojung must have the same thing I have.”

“Then why.”

“Strangely, I don’t really care. Even though Cheon Woojung is not an Omega.”

Woojung did not reply. Sa Gongjun, who was staring blankly at that sight, his eyes narrowed sharply.

“Cheon Woojung.”

Long, hard fingers slid behind Woojung’s ear and rummaged through his hair. At that touch, goosebumps rose up along his spine.

“If Cheon Woojung is a Beta, then you can’t feel pheromones and can’t get pregnant. Is that correct?”

“…Yes.”

It was a reluctant answer. Sa Gongjun’s thumb poked the corner of Woojung’s eye. As if that were a button, Woojung’s eyes welled up.

“Then that means I can fuck you however I want. Right?”

“……”

He did not answer this time. Nor did he avoid his gaze. He endured, meeting head-on the firm gaze that seemed to want to see right through him. A faint smile hung on Sa Gongjun’s lips.

“This side is definitely more my type.”

He had a bad feeling. Just as Woojung was readjusting his knees to sit up straight, his vision suddenly went dark.

“Eup.”

Woojung fell forward with a stiffly frozen posture, his face pressed between Sa Gongjun’s legs. He felt a squishy texture on his forehead. Even in its half-erect state, its size was ridiculous.

“Have you ever sucked a dick before?”

“……”

“So you have your pride, despite being dirt poor, and have never sucked another person’s dick.”

“Agh….”

“Hmm? Cheon Woojung.”

He let out a pained sound and tried to sit up straight. Every time he did, the shaft pressed under his cheek grew, finding its original size. Woojung was horrified and scrambled backward, getting out from between his legs.

Sa Gongjun easily snatched Woojung, who had fallen flat on his back. His face, when they met again, was distinctly different from before. He wanted an answer. Woojung pretended not to know.

Slap, a sound echoed, and one of Woojung’s cheeks flared up hotly. He couldn’t even think to touch his cheek and had just fallen to one side, blinking his eyes. Sa Gongjun spread one hand wide and grabbed a handful of Woojung’s hair. Then he slapped his cheek again. Something swayed back and forth beyond Woojung’s blurry vision.

“Ah… ah.”

“What did I say?”

“You asked… if I’ve ever sucked a dick.”

Woojung looked at the distant floor. Sa Gongjun bent his waist and straightened Woojung’s disheveled hair, saying.

“Look me in the eye when you answer.”

“That kind of thing….”

“Have you done it a lot?”

Woojung shook his head.

“That’s fine. We can just start doing it together from now on.”

His vision turned pitch black again.

“Open your eyes.”

He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes. Woojung slowly opened his eyes. He met the gaze of Sa Gongjun, who was sitting on the sofa looking down at him. He undid the front of his pants and said.

“Do a good job. Who knows, you might hit the bonus jackpot right from the start.”

Woojung, who was staring between Sa Gongjun’s legs, clenched his fists tightly. The shaft, standing erect and pointing up, was so thick he wondered if it could even be held in one hand, and the head at its tip looked as if a huge plum were attached to it. Woojung took a short, broken breath and closed his eyes. Then, a furious command fell from above his head.

“I said open your eyes.”

Startled by the sound, Woojung’s eyes flew wide open. His vision was wavering so much that it was difficult to even gauge the distance. All he could feel was the large palm tapping against his cheek.

“The explanation is over, and Cheon Woojung is still in the room. Is further explanation necessary?”

“N-no.”

Sa Gongjun’s index finger pressed down on Woojung’s tongue. The fingertip, which had been wandering inside the warm, moist mouth, skimmed the underside of his tongue. Then it slowly rubbed the deep part of his throat.

“Oop.”

Woojung turned his head to the side and gagged. His lips became damp with saliva. As he covered his mouth with the back of his hand and retched, wetch, a curse flew from above his head.

“Fuck, where does this thing think it is.”

Ugh, as he held his breath, Sa Gongjun firmly gripped Woojung’s head with both hands.

“Open your mouth.”

Even with his eyes open, he couldn’t see well. Woojung did as he was told and opened his mouth wide.

“If your teeth touch it, I’ll pull them all out, so use your tongue well.”

“Keok….”

Sa Gongjun pulled on Woojung’s jaw and pushed his dick in. Even so, the head had not yet fully entered his mouth.

Woojung squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t know anything about tongues or anything else. All he could do was gag and struggle against the large presence invading his mouth. He felt like his jaw would dislocate. He was opening it as wide as he could, but he heard a clicking of the tongue, as if in disapproval.

“A-eoh, eup.”

Woojung, who had been kneeling docilely between Sa Gongjun’s legs, slid to the floor. The shaft, letting out a squelching sound, popped out with a thud.

The moment he saw the veins tangled on the furiously erect shaft and the crimson head, he felt as if all the blood was draining from his hands and feet. Woojung also knew that the angle had caused the thing he was holding in his mouth to be scraped badly. At the chilly sensation climbing up his ankles and calves, Woojung threw his head back.

“Hmm.”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung by the hair. His lips parted slightly at the rough pull. Chillingly, one hand was pressing down on his lower teeth.

“I’ll… I’ll do it again.”

Woojung flailed on the floor, the inside of his mouth poked by hook-like fingertips. The saliva that trickled down the corner of Woojung’s mouth drenched Sa Gongjun’s fingers. There was a reddish tinge mixed in, perhaps because he had been hit in the wrong place. It felt as if something ghastly would happen at any moment. Woojung urgently grabbed his wrist.

“Take your hand off.”

“I’ll do it again, Executive Director….”

A trail of tears formed on his round cheek. Of course, nothing good could come of this. Woojung felt that he himself, who had thought it would be fine as long as he earned money safely on the cruise, was foolish and stupid.

“I’ll do well… I can do well.”

Sa Gongjun did not react to Woojung’s words. Anxious, Woojung stuck out his tongue and pressed his face between Sa Gongjun’s legs. He was prepared to do anything if it meant he could get out of this room safely. As he rubbed his cheek and covered the head with his lips, a lazy groan of “euumm” erupted from above his head.

“If Cheon Woojung listens well, I’ll treat you well too. If not, I will do the same.”

Woojung blinked his eyes and nodded his head. Whatever it was, it would be better than losing his front teeth.

“Ah, do it.”

“…Ah….”

He opened his mouth wide enough to make a clicking sound. The flushed red head struck the roof of his mouth, pressed down on his tongue, and entered his throat. Startled, Woojung jumped and staggered backward.

“Tense up and sit up straight.”

“Ah, a-agh…. Keok.”

After that, it was all up to Sa Gongjun. Every time he pushed forward with force, thump, thump, Sa Gongjun’s lower abdomen came closer to the tip of Woojung’s nose. The moment the head hit the back of his throat and went past, a retching sound came out again. Woojung held his breath to suppress the nauseating feeling.

The shaft, which had been moving minutely inside his throat for a while, slowly pulled out. Sticky sounds, gulping sounds, filled the room.

Woojung held on with strength in his knees and then fell backward. He had been in a kneeling position for a long time, so his leg had cramped up, making it difficult to even wiggle a single toe.

Sa Gongjun on the sofa bent his waist and met the eyes of Woojung, who had collapsed on the floor.

“What’s wrong again.”

“My legs are really numb….”

“Fuck. Of all the things….”

Sa Gongjun sat Woojung on the floor and had him lean against the sofa. Woojung, who had been dragging himself on the floor, pressed his head against the sofa chair and gasped for breath. Sa Gongjun, looking at his face drenched in tears and saliva, smiled with satisfaction and said.

“Ah.”

At that simple sound, Woojung’s shoulders flinched high. When he showed even a slight hesitation, Sa Gongjun immediately clenched his fist. Crack, a sound of something breaking was heard.

“…Ah.”

As Woojung slowly opened his mouth, Sa Gongjun crawled on top of him. Roughly fitting the head in, he pierced Woojung’s throat again.

Although he opened his mouth wide, he could feel the inherently large penis constantly bumping against his front teeth. Woojung spread his tongue wide and forcibly wedged it between his front teeth and Sa Gongjun’s penis. It hurt so much his jaw felt like it would dislocate. Woojung wrapped his arms around Sa Gongjun’s hip bones and blinked his eyes.

Sa Gongjun’s gaze, looking down at him, grew deeper and deeper. The veins coiling up his penis began to throb and bulge.

Sa Gongjun wrapped one hand around Woojung’s head and drove it between his legs. The smooth tip of his nose, crushed against Sa Gongjun’s lower abdomen, turned red. He raised his index finger and rubbed Woojung’s nose.

“You said you were a Beta.”

“Hagh… oop.”

“How lewd you are, Cheon Woojung.”

As his airway was blocked, his vision blurred. At first, he scratched the floor, and later, he scratched the side of the sofa.

“Remember this well. This is what it means to take it with your throat.”

He followed the hand that was pulling his hair back. Woojung’s throat, which was looking up at the ceiling at an angle, opened as if it would tear.

“Keok, eut… keo-euk.”

He tried to take a deep breath, but it wasn’t easy because of the penis filling his throat and mouth. It felt as if a cramp had seized his tongue from tip to root, and deep in his throat. In the pain that made him squeeze his eyes shut, Woojung unknowingly clasped his own throat. But what his hand touched was the back of Sa Gongjun’s hand.

Woojung scratched the back of his hand hard with his round fingertips. Down his chin, saliva that Woojung couldn’t swallow and pre-cum that Sa Gongjun had leaked trickled down. His vision, which had been shimmering like a heat haze, became tangled like a complex maze, and only just before he was about to pass out did Sa Gongjun’s hips pull back.

“Heu, ah….”

Is it over now.

Woojung collapsed onto the sofa just like that. His limbs trembled from the chilling sensation that engulfed his arms and legs. Just as he was catching his breath,

“What are you doing?”

Sa Gongjun put his hands under Woojung’s armpits and pulled him up. Sa Gongjun’s dick, poking Woojung’s cheek, was still holding its head high and erect. Woojung, who had turned his body sideways and collapsed, unknowingly pressed his cheek against Sa Gongjun’s thigh and hugged his legs.

“If I could just rest for a bit….”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung by the hair and yanked it back. The saliva that had filled the corner of his mouth trickled down his neck. He took everything in with an impassive gaze. The unfocused pupils, the two flushed cheeks, the tense shoulders, and even the precarious hands that were clinging to his leg, not knowing when to let go.

A long, straight finger tapped Woojung’s cheek and fell away.

“It’s troublesome if you do your job this way. Let’s make a habit of being clear about where things begin and end.”

Sa Gongjun stood at an angle beside the sofa and undid his cuffs. He also undid all the buttons of his shirt, which had been done up to his neck. The shirt that had been tightly wrapped around his chest flapped open and scattered to the left and right. With a clicking sound, the pants Sa Gongjun was wearing also fell to the floor.

He walked confidently and stood in front of Woojung, who was barely perched on the sofa. All Woojung could see were hard thighs that seemed like they wouldn’t budge even if he punched them, and the abs visible between the shirt.

Sa Gongjun pushed his knee between Woojung’s legs and pressed his body close. Woojung put strength into his elbows and pushed his body back. The movement of being cornered continued until the armrest touched his back.

“Eugh….”

The tip of the head that had escaped from under the shirt poked his lips. It was hard to move because of the sofa that was firmly supporting his back. Thanks to that, Woojung just scratched the sofa a lot with the soles of his feet.

He didn’t know where to put his gaze. Woojung awkwardly grabbed the bottom hem of Sa Gongjun’s shirt and pulled it in the opposite direction. It was an obvious thing to say, but Sa Gongjun didn’t move an inch.

“……”

The veins that extended to his lower abdomen came into view between the open flaps of the shirt. To think that what was wrapped around the base of the head was connected all the way to there. Woojung pressed his own flat lower abdomen with his palm for no reason.

“You seem relaxed. Is it bearable?”

“What?”

“It seemed like you were thinking about something else.”

A rough hand undid the buttons on Woojung’s vest. Every time a tok, tok sound was heard, Woojung’s awkwardly bent knees rose higher and higher.

Sa Gongjun pulled on Woojung’s thigh with an impatient hand. Looking down at Woojung, who was now lying on his back facing the ceiling, he gave a twisted smile. He wrapped his hands around his waist and slowly traced his ribs and chest. It was a waist so unremarkable it could be held in both hands, but for a man, his shoulder line was quite nicely formed.

Reaching up to his armpits, he circled both nipples with his thumbs. Under the stiff, cheap-quality shirt, the tense presences bulged out.

“Did you buy this new?”

“Yes.”

Without warning, Sa Gongjun pulled out the shirt. A teutuk sound was heard, and the shirt buttons burst off in all directions. Woojung, flustered as his stomach was suddenly exposed, twisted his upper body.

“Ah, ah….”

Sa Gongjun moved without any regard for whether Woojung liked the touch or not.

“Stay still.”

He irritably threw the shirt wide open. Woojung’s body, bathed in the halogen light, was so shiny it seemed to gleam.

“Heuu….”

Humiliation, indignity, and shame washed over Woojung like a wave. But among them, the heaviest was Sa Gongjun’s gaze, looking down at him as if he would tear him to pieces at any moment.

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s wrists. He held both wrists above his head, met his eyes, and smiled.

“Ah, do it.”

His body, engulfed in fear, rapidly grew cold. Woojung did as he was told and opened his mouth, saying, “Ah…”. His tear-mixed voice trembled slightly. The moment his unfocused eyes stared into the void, his throat was pierced again.

“Ugh… eugh.”

Sa Gongjun took a deep breath, so large his lungs inflated fully, and slowly exhaled, poking deep inside Woojung’s throat. The tongue full of warmth and the overflowing saliva were indescribably satisfying.

“Your technique is zero, but your looks are really helping you out.”

The penis, which had completely found its momentum, entered between his lips. The movements were rougher and more merciless than before.

“…A-eoh.”

“Try tilting your head back a bit.”

“…Keub, keok….”

“It’s not going in well. Relax your throat.”

The muscles in Woojung’s neck and shoulders tensed up stiffly and trembled as if convulsing.

“Eup, eu-eu-eup!”

“Shh. Don’t scream. It’s useless to scream here anyway, your throat will just hurt and no one will hear you.”

At first, Sa Gongjun only moved his hips back and forth, but later he pressed down on Woojung’s shoulders, and finally, he folded one of Woojung’s legs and placed it on the sofa armrest while rubbing his crotch against Woojung’s face.

“The inside of a person’s mouth is all the same, but it won’t work if you only try to suck on it with your tongue. Open your throat.”

“Euk….”

“I said open your throat!”

Sa Gongjun was talking about opening or not opening a part of Woojung that he had never once moved at will. If he didn’t listen, a hand would fly at him again. Woojung opened his mouth so wide it felt like the corners would tear and tried to swallow the dick down. No matter how hard he tried, it was impossible on his own.

“…Not listening.”

A large hand wrapped around his small head. Then he gripped the head and applied force. The thing that had been catching with a tuk, tutuk, tuk was forcibly pushed in all the way.

The menacingly proud pillar of flesh nudged the back of his throat. It was impossible to swallow saliva or to breathe. He felt his body turn inside out with a rush of nausea. Woojung shook his head.

Sa Gongjun looked at Woojung but pretended not to see any of it. As the head trembled, his movements, on the contrary, became faster and faster.

Woojung’s body, trying to keep up with his speed, stiffened with tension. It seemed Sa Gongjun wouldn’t even care if he died right then and there.

Woojung opened his palms and pushed against his body somewhere, but he stood firm like a pillar planted in place and did not waver in the slightest. It felt like facing a hard, unbreakable wall, a high wall that could not be overcome.

He opened his eyes wide and just gasped for breath like a sick patient. The speed of his blinking grew slower and slower. Woojung reached his arms forward and hugged his waist. Every time he thrusted his hips, the tensing and relaxing of Sa Gongjun’s buttock muscles was transmitted directly to his forearms.

A gulping sound came from inside his throat, and Sa Gongjun came. He used the suddenly surging semen as a lubricant and pulled his hips back for a long time. Just when he relaxed, thinking it was all coming out now, the head that had hit the back of his throat entered deep into his throat and shook his body.

“…Cough. Keok.”

Woojung, who had been catching his breath thinking it was over, coughed up semen that gushed out even more than the first time. A boiling sound was made as it mixed with saliva.

It felt like if this happened one more time, he wouldn’t be able to use his throat. Woojung buried his nose in Sa Gongjun’s lower abdomen and gasped for breath.

“My, my.”

The inside of his mouth and his entire throat were damp. Sa Gongjun wiped the semen leaking out of Woojung’s mouth with his finger and pushed it back into his mouth.

“Swallow it. All of it.”

“Agh, eu-eup.”

“You can’t do it?”

Sa Gongjun’s touch was rough. The moment he covered his mouth with his large palm and shook his cheeks, Woojung had no choice but to shake his head, saying he would do it.

“Wipe it and clean up.”

He did as he was told. He stuck out his tongue and licked his own lips, and frantically sucked on Sa Gongjun’s palm and fingers that had clamped his mouth shut. There was a fishy smell, and the tongue stained with semen felt strangely tingly and even unpleasant, but he endured it all.

“This part has to be done too.”

Sa Gongjun gripped his dick and lightly tapped Woojung’s forehead and the area around his eyes. Despite having come once, it was still hard and erect. His words about ramming into him several times a day didn’t seem to be a lie.

Woojung looked up at Sa Gongjun with a stunned gaze.

“You’re someone who says everything with your eyes, Cheon Woojung.”

“……”

“For the time being, it’s a toy for Cheon Woojung to play with, so how about you cherish it and treat it prettily. How would I feel if you look at it like it’s trash.”

A new complaint was absolutely not welcome. Woojung urgently grabbed the sleeve cuff of his newly bought shirt. Then, he carefully wiped Sa Gongjun’s lower abdomen, which was glistening with saliva and semen.

“What are you doing?”

“You asked me to wipe it….”

As Woojung cupped the testicles and penis with both hands, Sa Gongjun pressed Woojung’s forehead firmly with his palm.

“You have to do it with your mouth.”

Letting out an “ah” sound, Woojung pressed his lips to the large head. His mind wanted to swallow it down to the root, but that was a preposterous thought. Woojung just sucked on the head for a bit before spitting it out.

Instead, he tilted his head and buried his lips at the root of the dick. Sa Gongjun waited without a word until Woojung had licked the penis clean. He had expected a hand to fly at him, telling him to do it properly, but he was truly an unpredictable person.

“Next time, you’ll have to do better than today.”

As soon as Sa Gongjun moved away from Woojung, Woojung slid to the floor as if in a free fall.

“Take it.”

A bundle of cash fell before his eyes.

A stack of 50,000 won bills. It was five million won.

He was about to say thank you and bow, but he stopped. His state was far too ridiculous for that.

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Woojung left room 1601, took the elevator, and returned to DECK 3.

How anxious he had been, worrying that he might run into a staff member on the 16th floor. How nervous his steps had been, afraid that someone might see the completely torn-off buttons and figure out what had just happened.

As soon as he opened the door, he ran into the bathroom with his shoes still on. Since he hadn’t even turned on the light, the inside was completely dark.

Relying on the indirect lighting from the automatic sensor in front of the entrance door, he opened the toilet lid and stuck his head in. He gagged for a long while. He emptied what was in his stomach and rinsed his mouth, only to repeatedly clutch his chest again at the fishy taste he felt on his tongue.

“…Ah.”

When he cleared his throat to fix his voice, he felt a stinging sensation. The inside of his mouth, his throat, his tongue—all ravaged by Sa Gongjun—were a complete wreck.

Woojung stretched his legs out on the tile and leaned his back against the door, then threw off the vest and shirt that had been constricting his body. Around them was the five million won that Sa Gongjun had shoved at him.

Woojung, who had stood up holding onto the sink, looked in the mirror. His cheeks were burst open and bright red, and his nape and shoulders, which Sa Gongjun had arbitrarily gripped and released, were also covered in red and purple marks.

Woojung squeezed out twice the usual amount of toothpaste and brushed his teeth. The torn places stung, but he endured it. The fishy taste in his mouth, which hadn’t gone away no matter how much he rinsed with water, seemed to feel a little fresher.

At three in the morning, when everyone was asleep, Woojung headed to an ATM. He used all the money he received to pay off his debt.

The loan shark who received Woojung’s deposit notification sent a message full of ridicule. It was a vile message, asking if he had sold his body somewhere, that whoever it was must have paid a good price.

Woojung turned off his phone right then and there and returned to his cabin.

He closed his eyes and lay down. His whole body was being shaken by rough waves. His stomach turned upside down from the impossibly vicious waves. Woojung went back and forth to the bathroom all night, emptying his stomach.

It was a dark and long night, one in which it was hard to fall asleep even by force.

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The next day, a small party was held to commemorate Woojung’s first departure.

The tables in the lounge break room were filled with freshly baked bread, fruit, and drinks. On one side, there was also glossy meat and stir-fried vegetables. When he was emptying his stomach all night, it had felt like he would never be able to eat again, but upon smelling the delicious food, his stomach started to growl again.

In the end, Woojung squeezed in among the lounge staff and drank hot chocolate, and also ate a croissant baked with a slice of pineapple on top. The congratulations for becoming a full-time employee were a bonus; he was just happy to be able to eat a lot of delicious food.

Then, the section chief approached Woojung and patted his shoulder.

“Did you get back okay yesterday?”

He had arrived on his own two feet, so did that count as getting back okay? After a brief moment of thought, Woojung just answered yes and left it at that.

“He didn’t say anything in particular, did he?”

Woojung gripped the plate he was holding tightly and then let go.

“…What kind of.”

“Like any changes related to the lounge, or where the manager was and why I brought Cheon Woojung. Actually, that meeting yesterday. It was a meeting the Manager-nim was supposed to go to.”

“He didn’t say anything like that.”

“Right? I mean, he’s not the type to say this and that to a new staff member.”

The section chief spooned some fruit onto his white plate and looked Woojung up and down. He drank his cereal mixed with milk like soup and then chuckled to himself. Then he glanced at Woojung again.

“Well now…. I thought I was amazing at judging people after working in the service industry for a long time, but I can’t say that anymore.”

“Pardon?”

“You see, there have been exactly two times I’ve misunderstood someone’s dynamic while working here. One was Seo Dowon, and the other is Cheon Woojung.”

I hope this story doesn’t go on for long. If the conversation continued, the one at a disadvantage would be Woojung.

“Speaking of which. The first time I saw Seo Dowon…. Oof, he’s no saint either.”

At that moment, Seo Dowon, who had been transferred to the VIP lounge starting today, approached Woojung and the section chief.

“Hello, Section Chief. I am Seo Dowon, and my workplace has been changed to the VIP lounge starting today.”

“I know, I know.”

Woojung breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Seo Dowon, who had appeared at the perfect timing.

“You two stick together, I’ll be on my way. Ah, congratulations on joining the company, Cheon Woojung.”

“…Thank you.”

The section chief laughed and talked to himself, then left when the manager called for him.

That spot was filled by the gazes of the other staff members.

The staff took in every single action of Cheon Woojung, who was wearing the same uniform as them, as he walked around the tables, held utensils with his hands, ate food, and quietly conversed with Seo Dowon.

It wasn’t for the simple reason that his appearance drew attention. It was because of the strange atmosphere he had; when he kept his mouth shut and lowered his gaze, he seemed to have a mature air, but when he lifted his head and opened his eyes, a childishness he had yet to shed was apparent.

Cheon Woojung, who had a foot on the boundary line between this side and that, had a unique feeling that the staff here could not imitate, and that became the perfect fodder for the mouths of gossips.

However, Woojung himself was too busy serving after the lounge opened to notice. He was so nervous about making a mistake on his first day that he didn’t even know how time was passing. It was only after lunchtime, when it was almost time to leave work, that Woojung was able to catch his breath.

On his way back from the bathroom, he headed to the break room to wet his throat. As soon as he sat his butt on the sofa for the first time, his eyes met with the manager who had burst through the door. The manager, his snake-like eyes flashing, stared at Woojung.

“There you are.”

He had worked hard all day, so why was the timing like this? He felt like he had been having bad luck continuously these days. Woojung shot up to his feet and bowed at a 90-degree angle.

“You, did you meet Executive Director Sa yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“You did?”

The manager dragged out the end of his word. He twisted his jaw and poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue, then gave a fishy smile.

“Then you must know Executive Director Sa’s face too.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Ha, this is strange, so strange.”

Woojung watched the manager, who was sucking on his upper lip and making a peculiar expression, and then slowly averted his gaze.

“It’s not that I don’t understand….”

Tilting his head, he grinned, showing his teeth.

“You, you need to go to the conference room for a bit. Executive Director Sa ordered some alcohol. Take the trolley outside, set it up for him, and then you can go home.”

“Yes, Manager-nim.”

Woojung pushed the trolley. The tray on top was overflowing with a fruit platter, liquor, and ice. Every time he took a step, the unopened whiskey and cognac sloshed, creating an orange wave.

He got off on the 5th floor, where the conference room was located. As soon as the doors opened, security guards blocked Woojung. In the unusual atmosphere, Woojung added an explanation.

“…Room service for the conference room.”

“Affiliation, name.”

“Cheon Woojung from the VIP lounge.”

The security guards scanned his ID card and even did a body search before they let Woojung go.

“You may enter.”

He gave a slight nod of his head and bowed. They hadn’t checked security this thoroughly even during the party. So incredibly picky. As he looked back and glanced at the security guards, a loud BANG! sound came from the conference room.

Woojung turned his head in the direction of the sound. A staff member was crawling on all fours down the corridor. It was a desperate movement, as if focused solely on escape without any regard for the eyes of others, scratching its way across the corridor carpet. The movement was so urgent it was as if he were a supporting character who had popped out of a horror movie.

The person, who had been running like a dog, only stood up, bracing himself against the wall, when he came close to Woojung. The person who brushed past Woojung was a fellow staff member he worked with.

What’s going on. Woojung, who was looking back at him, covered his mouth at a sudden wave of nausea.

“…Oop.”

The space the staff member had passed through was filled with the lingering scent of a violent mounting, which Alphas use for the purpose of establishing hierarchy. Not just one, but two, no, three, or perhaps even more. All sorts of scents were mixed together like a stew, making it meaningless to distinguish them.

If the weight felt by a third party was this much, then after being directly targeted…. It was understandable enough why the staff member had crawled out on all fours.

A security guard urged Woojung on.

“Staff over there. What are you doing?”

What is happening inside. Woojung gripped the handle of the trolley tightly.

“This is a restricted area, so you cannot linger. Please move quickly.”

“Yes.”

Woojung took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room.

It was a completely pitch-black space. A place closed off on all four sides where not a single sliver of the afternoon sun could set foot. The only thing illuminating the inside were the crystal lamps attached to the wall.

The sofa on one side of the room made a bizarre creak, creak sound. Is it over there. As Woojung glanced over, he saw three people tangled together in the nude on top of it.

Thump, thump, rough movements continued, and the blankets and cushions that had been lumped on the sofa spilled onto the floor. The three people were so focused on the act of fucking that they didn’t even notice Woojung had entered.

He had guessed as much from the tangled pheromones, but seeing it with his own eyes was so disconcerting his hands trembled. Woojung lowered his head and entered deep into the conference room.

“Ah, over there.”

Where the main table was located, in the most prestigious seat among them, was Sa Gongjun. Below his seat, where he was leaning against the sofa with his legs spread wide, naked people were also tangled together in a mess.

Everyone was working hard to get on Sa Gongjun’s lap. It was clearly visible even to Woojung’s eyes. There were as many as four people with eyes that looked as if they would scramble up and unhesitatingly suck his dick if he so much as beckoned with a single finger.

But Sa Gongjun himself seemed to have no interest in them. He was lying at an angle on the sofa, just flipping through a tablet.

It had only been a few hours ago. The moment Sa Gongjun had put his dick in his mouth and urged him on to open his throat. Woojung wondered if that person was the same person he knew, or perhaps a twin, and then shuddered. Two Sa Gongjuns. The mere thought was horrifying.

“Executive Director Sa is strange today. Why is he so lukewarm.”

The acquaintances who were seated with Sa Gongjun bent their waists and examined the person lying naked on the floor. They grabbed the person’s cheeks, looked into their face, and scanned the naked body. Then they sought Sa Gongjun’s permission.

“If you’re not going to eat it, I will.”

The man who had been lying naked dragged the head of the person who had been crawling under Sa Gongjun’s leg onto his own body. Then he subtly released his Alpha pheromones. The person who had been sitting on his thigh bounced his hips. The man shoved his dick into the hole and said.

“CV is taking the bid for Executive Director Sa’s duty-free shop.”

“The performance part is going to Yoon-sung Entertainment.”

Voices were heard from here and there in the dark space. The names of companies that Woojung had thought about applying to through open recruitment if he successfully graduated from university came pouring out.

Woojung looked around. It was a person he had seen in the social and economic sections of portal sites. The person next to him, and the person next to that person, were the same. They were all representatives who owned leading companies, or people who had been designated as successors.

“Then Tae-sung will take the casino.”

Sa Gongjun, who was flipping through the tablet, said a word.

“The casino is a no-go. This side will operate it directly.”

“Give it to me, just give it. If I get this, I think I’ll become the successor. I can even press my lips to the sole of Executive Director Sa’s foot right now.”

“That spineless Alpha bastard.”

Curses and laughter erupted from all sides. Even after that, wheedling voices continued intermittently. The sweet talk of what they would give, what they would buy, continued endlessly.

Woojung’s brow furrowed. He had thought that this kind of business was conducted in grand and serious settings. The moment Woojung’s gaze contained discomfort, disgust, and a slight hint of contempt. He met eyes with Sa Gongjun.

Leaning at an angle on the sofa, he showed Woojung a smile. He was also seen spreading his legs wide and patting his thigh.

Surely, he’s not calling me?

It was a crazy thought.

Woojung lowered his head and checked the table. Dozens of empty and overturned liquor bottles. As if they had no intention of eating neatly, there was a heap of expensive fruit platters that had fallen outside the plates and were rolling on the floor.

Woojung knelt at the edge of the table and began to tidy up the area.

“The rest of you over there.”

A man sitting at the end of the table shouted. He was the only man who had been angling for the casino and had gotten nothing.

“Why are you all just standing there.”

In the middle of the conference room, five people, in black pants and shirtless, looked at each other.

“Line up in order.”

They moved obediently at the command to line up. The person on the left was the shortest, and the person on the right was the tallest. But they all had slender figures and good proportions, and their faces were as pretty and handsome as celebrities. Looking closely, there were many familiar faces on this side too.

“Who said they were curious about your height? Fuck, that stuff comes up on portals just by searching your names.”

The man grabbed an apple rolling on the table and threw it. The apple, which flew in an arc, flew between the legs of the shortest person, smearing sticky juice before falling.

“You sons of bitches, not moving quickly?”

The anger that should have been directed at Sa Gongjun was headed to an entirely different place. Since he couldn’t get angry at him, he was looking for someone else to take his anger out on. It was a fact that everyone in this room knew, but not a single person stepped up to stop him.

The people, who were glancing at each other, began to take off their bottoms. When they lined up again, their heights were all over the place. Instead, they stood in order of dick length. The man who had been sprawled on the sofa crossed his legs and laughed like a madman.

“This is why you have to strip them to know. I have a thing for the guy getting fucked to have a big one dangling too.”

The man pulled his body forward and stretched his neck.

“Hey, the tall one. Where are you looking, you, I’m talking to you. Yeah. Come here.”

The man called the actor who was at the very end of the line and had him stand in front of him. He grabbed his testicles and turned them this way and that as if choosing a product. The actor, as if he were used to this situation, didn’t look embarrassed or flustered.

The one whose face turned red was Woojung.

“You, fuck, what do you use this for…. Changwoo, turn on your phone and take this down. Mr. M’s nightlife is unsatisfactory, sponsor dropped.”

“Hey, what are you going to do if Changwoo really puts it out as a gossip report.”

Wahahaha. Laughter erupted from the people. Then it suddenly became quiet, and then they repeated the act of teasing their opponent.

The man repeatedly threw bundles of 50,000 won bills into the air from the table. The fluttering yellow papers spread evenly on the floor.

“Three minutes.”

The five who were standing in a line jumped up and moved vigorously, hitting their bodies. Then they suddenly lay on the floor and began to roll around. Every time they rolled their body once, a 50,000 won bill stuck to it. On their cheeks, on their chests, on their buttocks.

“……”

It was so noisy that even Woojung, who was cleaning the floor and taking the tray from the trolley, could hear the sound clearly.

Woojung lowered his head, which felt like it would explode, and set the liquor on the cleaned table.

Crazy people in a crazy place. It was to the point where he thought the money he received in the VIP lounge and the party hall was nothing.

Finally, he placed the napkin and was about to stand up when someone grabbed Woojung’s butt and twisted it hard.

“What’s this now.”

“Heuak.”

“Are you shaking it for me to eat?”

Woojung was truly startled. Woojung, who was hastily straightening his back, knocked over a bottle of liquor that had been set on the table. He righted it with his hand, but the tabletop was already drenched. The expensive liquor that had flowed haphazardly dripped down below.

Woojung reached out his hand first. He wiped the cognac that had splashed on someone’s knee and bowed repeatedly.

“I’ll clean it up right away.”

“This son of a….”

“I’m sorry.”

“Look, here. Let me see your face.”

Woojung lifted his head.

The man stared at Woojung, who had a pale face. He also admired the lines of his body beyond the form-fitting uniform. Then the man’s eyes flipped strangely.

“You’re pretty. You go line up too.”

“…Pardon?”

“Go line up in order. Over there.”

Woojung, who was backing away, tripped on something and fell. He was about to push himself up from the floor with his arms when he sat back down due to a force pressing on his shoulders from behind.

Something was strange. Woojung slowly rolled his eyes to check below and to the side. After confirming that he was currently sitting on someone’s lap, he stood on his toes and curled his back like a shrimp. Two snake-like arms wrapped around Woojung’s collapsing body. There was nowhere to escape, neither in front nor behind.