MIM 23

Chapter 2. Inheriting the Legacy

“Haa… shit.”

Jae-seung panted with his forehead pressed against the cold floor. Even though he had just cl1maxed, the heat wouldn’t subside, making it impossible to lie in bed. After struggling to cool his body somehow, he found himself crawling on the floor when he came to his senses.

He had thought s3x would make his body feel lighter and allow him to go to school, but he was mistaken. In the few hours it took to shower, eat, and change clothes, his body had become hot again as if it had completely forgotten last night’s lovemaking. Jae-seung, who had been rubbing his d1ck against the floor, banged his head hard. He was frustrated that his body wouldn’t listen to him.

“Ugh, tsk! Why can’t I control myself….”

The pain momentarily made him forget his arousal. The repeated self-harm and immediate pain led to an illusion of control over the situation. Jae-seung shouted loudly as he ground his forehead against the floor.

“Nothing’s working, why! Fvck!”

Blood flowed from his torn forehead, but he couldn’t stop. It felt like every organ and hormone had its own will and was running wild. ‘Ma Jae-seung’ was a prisoner trapped in this monstrous body. Useless, unnecessary, and incompetent.

As he continued to bang his head against the ground, his vision blurred. At some point, the repeated banging of his forehead stopped hurting. It felt strange that the cold, hard floor was starting to feel warm, and just then, a familiar voice rang out above him.

“Skipping school after all?”

His eyes opened at the low voice. His recovering vision revealed a large palm. Jae-seung then realized he had been banging his forehead against Shin-woo’s palm, not the floor.

How long had he been watching? The rush of shame made Jae-seung rise. He gritted his teeth and fixed his appearance with trembling hands. Unlike himself, who was nearly naked, Shin-woo was neatly dressed, a far cry from his disheveled morning appearance.

He was smiling, but he didn’t look particularly happy. Given the violent s3x, it wouldn’t have been strange if he had been bedridden for days. Absently rubbing his forehead, Jae-seung frowned. Though dried blood came off, he couldn’t feel any bumpy scars.

It had already healed. He knew it, but it wasn’t normal.

The hand caressing his forehead slid down to his wet cheek. The damp skin was warm with tears that hadn’t yet dried. It seemed he had even cried. Jae-seung roughly wiped his face and sat up on the bed. His nose, stuffed with mucus, only now felt sore, but he tried to speak nonchalantly.

“Forget school, ugh, call Butler Hwang for me.”

“If it’s about the background check and location request for Gong Ji-un, I can relay that for you.”

“Fvck. Just…”

A groan involuntarily escaped his lips. You need someone trustworthy to assign tasks. Despite knowing this full well, Shin-woo was brazen.

“Gong Ji-un is an alias, his real name is Han Yoon-sung. He’s not a student. He’s twenty-one, has an Omega partner in a common-law marriage, and a newborn daughter.”

“If he has a family… did he go home?”

It was natural to guess that someone with a newborn daughter and a girlfriend might have briefly stopped by home, but for some reason, Jae-seung couldn’t be sure, and his voice rose at the end. They might not necessarily want to return to their family. Jae-seung suddenly thought of his mother. Ironically, he sincerely missed her right now.

He needed to ask what she was trying to do with her son’s semen.

“Han Yoon-sung didn’t return home and appears to be missing.”

Shin-woo, who said “missing” instead of “has disappeared,” didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding malice. Was he harboring resentment for having kidnapped a valuable source of income? Jae-seung scoffed and asked back.

“Cut the crap and be honest. Did you kill him?”

“You seem to be asking seriously.”

The first time he laughed it off, but by the second time, it felt genuine, and it was upsetting. He pouted as he spoke. The guy who had beaten, trampled, and cracked someone’s head until his shirt was covered in blood was now putting on arrogant airs. Looking at his gently curved eyes, Jae-seung was reminded of the wildly shining eyes from that day.

Jae-seung grabbed Shin-woo’s chin with one hand, forcing him to face him, and asked again, slowly, as if chewing his words.

“I asked if you killed him.”

“I didn’t kill him.”

His patience long since exhausted, Jae-seung commanded in direct language.

“Don’t kill him. I have something to ask him.”

“What are you curious about?”

“What my mother wants to do with my semen?”

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t think of any reason other than creating a child. There could be various reasons for wanting a grandchild, but what else could be done with semen?

That woman had demanded half of the shares Jae-seung had inherited. She seemed to believe she had contributed, but it was nonsense. Maybe she was trying to create a grandchild and then manipulate the Omega carrying the child since her son wouldn’t move as she wanted. After all, a disobedient son could simply be killed off. Even as he naturally assumed his mother might kill him, Jae-seung wasn’t surprised.

“That villa, it’s mother’s, right? I’ve been there.”

He had run in those woods and been locked in the basement. Though he didn’t have precise memories, the sense of déjà vu was intense. Recalling the feeling of being trapped made his chest tighten again. Jae-seung looked down at his still-erect lower half. He was losing his mind to the point where even this situation, beyond the bounds of common sense, felt liberating.

Shin-woo was no longer smiling. For this inscrutable guy to act so obviously unlike himself, he must have had an extremely bad relationship with the mother. Could there be a possibility that they had conspired to kill his father? If they were initially on the same side and then Shin-woo had backstabbed her, it would explain their ridiculous animosity.

“Even though I’m from the streets, I have my own standards… This is disgusting.”

Shin-woo’s eyes twisted as he spoke of limits. A guy who kills people and spreads his legs for a few bucks is getting disgusted over this? Jae-seung gripped the sheets tightly, covering his legs.

“Enough, I’ll ask her directly.”

“Are you going to leave like that?”

Shin-woo gestured toward his painfully erect d1ck. Jae-seung had already made up his mind to do it once and then move on. After having s3x, he would feel better for a while, so he planned to act before despair and anger consumed his soul.

This was good. It was rather fortunate to have someone next to him with whom he could do it without worrying about the aftermath. Having rationalized everything, Jae-seung grabbed Shin-woo’s wrist. Perhaps not expecting the sudden pull, Shin-woo’s eyes widened as he was dragged onto the bed. Their bodies were now close enough that Shin-woo was half in his embrace. Jae-seung waited for him to take off his pants and lie down, but Shin-woo just stared blankly at him.

Shin-woo, who wasn’t drenched in blood, smelled like a pillowcase. It wasn’t the dizzying scent of an Omega in heat, but it was a familiar smell, like the smell that accumulated on a pillow, because it was the smell he always smelled when he was lying in bed. His trembling hand, filled with excitement, wandered between Shin-woo’s legs. The guy’s gaze was like an arrow as he slowly unzipped his zipper.

“Should I take off your clothes too?”

Shin-woo blinked as he pulled the zipper all the way down. Only then did he undo his belt and pull down his pants. He didn’t notice because his outside was fine, but his bare butt caught his eye because he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Jae-seung gripped the blanket tightly with his reddened hands as his temperature rose.

Shin-woo from the Mangwol District. Did people know that the man everyone feared like a demon was actually a prostitute? Facing the guy who opened his legs without hesitation on the bed, anger surged within him. Jae-seung carelessly groped the reddish marks left on Shin-woo’s thighs and buttocks. His gaze was relentless as it traced the traces he had left the night before. How long had it been? A question that had been pooling at the back of his throat suddenly burst out.

“Will you do anything for money? No matter who the client is?”

“Why? Are you worried it’s dirty because you’ll share it?”

Shin-woo’s retort, accompanied by a smirk, was something Jae-seung didn’t immediately understand. It was only after Shin-woo added a new condition that Jae-seung understood what he meant.

“10 million more if you want to monopolize.”

“…”

“It’s in advance.”

The hand that had been reaching out toward Shin-woo froze in mid-air. Jae-seung stared blankly at the guy who was calling out the price. Even while thinking about his father’s death and his mother’s instigation, a miserable feeling he hadn’t felt before began to gnaw at him. He simply waited. Soon, he would be swept away by the pleasure crashing in like a wave, pushing his emotions far away.

A tear that had been pooling on his eyelid slid down his cheek and fell. It was because of the overwhelming excitement that kept moistening his eyes. Shin-woo looked up at Jae-seung and pulled something out from his pocket. The hand holding the handcuffs glimmered.

“I thought you wouldn’t feel at ease unless you restrained me.”

Shin-woo smiled as he handed over the handcuffs and the key. Jae-seung stared blankly at the handcuffs in his hand. Now that he thought about it, that was true. He wasn’t afraid of dying; he just didn’t want to die while having s3x. At the moment when he threw everything away and lost his reason, imagining meeting a miserable death at the hands of that guy in his most vulnerable state was so horrifying that he would rather die. Perhaps it wasn’t death itself that scared him, but rather the thought of being completely alone after being betrayed by that guy.

As the fear faded, only instinct remained, and his body moved on its own. Jae-seung crawled on all fours like a beast, moaning as he pressed down on Shin-woo’s chest. Rubbing his thick d1ck against the inside of Shin-woo’s thighs made him swallow hard. Shin-woo’s ears perked up. The tense muscles felt solid. Contrary to the signals he could read from his movements, there was no hesitation in Shin-woo, who had his hands neatly clasped together.

Ma Jae-seung. His name scattered like an illusion on Shin-woo’s lips.

“There’s nothing that you want I can’t do.”

Shin-woo whispered. In his blurred vision, only the brown eyes were visible. Click. The sound of the handcuffs locking echoed. Jae-seung threw himself onto the wounded body.