MIM 31

Messages willingly accepting punishment were pouring in real-time. A smirk crept onto Shin-woo’s lips as he read messages like “Master, I want my dick stepped on by your foot.” He closed the account’s message receiving function and examined the profile picture that fell far short of the real person. If he had taken a proper photo, he might have received even more dick pics than now.

Looking at the photo that was so different from the person before him, Shin-woo was reminded of the flood of photos that had poured out as soon as Jae-seung entered school and revealed himself to the world. Ironically, people at the time were more interested in Ma Jae-seung’s appearance than in the incident involving Chairman Ma, who had been dead for several years.

His skin, now clear of rashes, looked almost transparent, and his muscles, repeatedly torn and healed, had formed an even firmer shape. With his clean-cut eyes and pretty lips, his expressions were quite varied, and looking into his gloomy, shimmering green eyes often made one’s chest feel tight. While his inner self was a troublemaker young master, his outward appearance was angelic. It takes talent to take such a poor photo of such good looks.

Jae-seung carefully scanned Shin-woo’s features, following the sound of his quiet chuckling. He had been curious and irritated, wondering what was so funny. He’d always thought Shin-woo’s meticulous, calculating personality didn’t match his relaxed eyes, but when he smiled so rarely like this, it wasn’t unpleasant to see – it made him look like he might actually have a gentle nature.

But in the end, he’s just someone who sells his body. Remembering how shamelessly he had mentioned his fee, Jae-seung frowned. It was shameful enough that he used the word “fee” instead of “compensation,” but why did he have to correct his words? It was suspicious how he kept nitpicking at words. It seemed like there might be another reason he was gradually revealing his true colors.

Whether Shin-woo completely hid his true feelings or revealed them, Jae-seung was on edge. He thought he had accepted the fact that Shin-woo was barely tolerating him for money, that he was completely alone, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His mind was filled with thoughts of him.

It was about time for him to take the money and run, having milked the situation for all it was worth. He had made up his mind after being made to cum on his mother’s bed. Now he would give it all up and go find Hye-jeong for a love escape.

Is that why he’s smiling so brightly today? Just thinking about it makes him happy, huh? Feeling spiteful, Jae-seung snatched the phone from Shin-woo’s hand.

“Park Hye-jeong, right? Her real name.”

Shin-woo frowned at this attempt to catch him off guard. He seemed to want to brush it off with a “not this again,” but Jae-seung wasn’t having it.

“I don’t know her.”

“Then why did she call her ‘your girl’?”

“…What?”

“I looked into it. No siblings, and parents already passed away?”

Jae-seung recited facts he had learned through her background check, trying to gain the upper hand. That was all the information he could dig up since her family was all dead, but he pretended as if he knew more.

“I won’t touch Hye-jeong, so just be honest. Are you dating?”

He asked with a rather generous condition, thinking it would be better if Shin-woo just came clean at this point. The promise not to touch Hye-jeong was actually half a lie. He was planning to tie Shin-woo up so he couldn’t move, fuck him, and then call Hye-jeong into the room. Shouldn’t that woman know how her boyfriend is selling his body? If she’s going to share the hard-earned money, she should at least know that much.

Would he then be able to see those beastly eyes, that completely naked face? One that deeply hates and is disgusted by me.

After seeing that face, would I finally be free?

“Young master.”

A firm voice cut through the endless stream of consciousness.

“I don’t date people without money.”

It was an answer that felt not just confident, but even sincere. Jae-seung blinked silently, at a loss for words.

If he doesn’t have a lover, where is all the money he’s saved going? Besides one expensive car, he hadn’t seen him indulge in any luxuries. If he had made investments or bought real estate under his name, Jae-seung would have found out immediately, but no matter how much he dug, there was no such information. This meant he either had a secret account or was spending money under a different name.

His head hurt, and he wanted to stop thinking about it. Jae-seung heaved a deep sigh and nodded slightly.

“Go take a walk or something. I’ll be wandering around campus outside.”

Shin-woo immediately understood and stood up. Jae-seung had been consistently practicing being apart from him for certain periods while the sun was up. Although he wondered if it really helped with separation anxiety since he kept thinking about what the other might be doing when he was away, he couldn’t think of a better solution. Jae-seung had become more conscious of him after they had sex. For instance.

As Shin-woo’s hand, about to clear the dishes, brushed against Jae-seung’s hand that was just about to tidy up, even that momentary contact recalled the rough texture. The hand that had clenched and unclenched helplessly every time he thrust roughly into his back hole. The palm that had been slightly damp with sweat as his temperature rose.

When Jae-seung jerked his hand away as if burned, Shin-woo looked up startled. He bit his lip for a moment before clearing the dishes with an indifferent face.

After Shin-woo left his sight, Jae-seung also left the cafeteria. He walked outside, enjoying the fresh air, and then stopped in a sparsely populated area, loitering around. He felt people’s gazes but ignored them, sitting on a bench to take in the scenery. As he breathed in the sticky early summer air deeply, the smell of cigarettes pricked his nose.

“Ah, fuck, what a smell.”

A curse word came out involuntarily. Looking around, he realized everyone was gathered here smoking. Why smoke in this scenic spot? As he waved his hand and looked around, everyone who met his eyes left as if fleeing. Jae-seung only realized that this was a smoking area after he was left all alone.

“Hmph.”

No more smell, that’s good. Jae-seung smirked as he stretched his legs. There was no need for friends anyway when he couldn’t even communicate. Study hard, succeed in investments, and establish himself properly, connections will naturally follow. A true businessman doesn’t get caught up in personal relationships.

“Why didn’t you call?”

As he was sneering at the cigarette butt-covered ground, a familiar voice suddenly addressed him. An Omega. Jae-seung immediately recognized the scent from past experience and looked up.

Blue eyes and brown hair. Dressed modestly, not standing out. It was the guy who had given him a phone number scrawled in messy handwriting last time.

“Why should I have?”

Jae-seung openly sneered. Did you think I’d naively call, not knowing your intentions? He turned his gaze away and said coldly,

“Get lost.”

“What about Shin-woo? Can we talk just the two of us for a moment?”

“If you have something to say, say it here and now.”

Jae-seung cut him off, indicating he didn’t want to repeat himself. The Omega exhaled a shaky breath. After looking around for any sign of Shin-woo, he finally seemed to make up his mind and approached Jae-seung. His expression was resolute, but his stance was ready to flee at any moment.

“I’m Kim Ye-wook, son of a director at Daesu Corporation. You can easily verify my identity online. Haven’t you been feeling strange in your body?”

The omega, who introduced himself as Ye-wook, got straight to the point. The mention of ‘feeling strange in the body’ was enough to grab Jae-seung’s attention. Given his history of severe illness and his current struggle to adapt to what seemed like excessive physical abilities, he was well past the point of just feeling ‘strange’. Jae-seung hid his unease and asked back,

“…What do you mean?”

“Difficulty controlling your strength, extremely tough ruts… Some experience severe headaches or excessive muscle gain. You might throw up everything you eat, develop unexplained rashes, or have panic attacks. In short, feeling like your body isn’t your own.”

The words flowed as if he had been waiting to say them, like a record of observations about Jae-seung himself. Each specific symptom struck a chord. Jae-seung was momentarily speechless, then asked,

“How do you know all this?”

“Because my younger brother died from that experiment.”

The thunderbolt answer paralyzed his thoughts. Experiment. The word instantly brought to mind the basement of the villa. A fleeting image of his younger self, curled up and in pain, flashed through his mind. Before he could process the answer, Ye-wook continued,

“A trait modification experiment. That’s how your father turned you into an Alpha.”