DS 13

Eun-myeong’s bottom was pressed against the man’s thighs.

Drip, drip, 

The water fell from their clothes. The leather seat became damp. His position was precarious. To avoid falling backwards, he had to tense his legs. He tightened his inner thighs and squeezed the man’s waist closely.

“Are you trying to squeeze a man’s waist?”

A large hand slapped Eun-myeong’s bottom with a smack.

“Ah…!”

Startled and stinging, Eun-myeong jumped. His face burned with unspeakable shame. He wanted to hide somewhere out of embarrassment.

Why did he have to be held like this by the man? It was uncomfortable and embarrassing, and he wanted to get down, but the man held his waist tightly.

‘…Where are we going, anyway?’

Eventually, a glittering golden hotel appeared outside the car window. Eun-myeong knew the place from delivering sushi there a few times. It was the “Golden Tower.” Built on the edge of a cliff, it was constructed during a boom time when tourists were plentiful.

“Welcome, sir.”

The doorman at the entrance bowed deeply. The black car rolled in through the main gate. It soon came to a gradual stop. The bear like man got out of the driver’s seat and came around to the back. Click, he opened the door.

“Mr. Kang, please get out here.”

Why, why do we have to get out here?

Eun-myeong put one foot on the ground unsteadily as if pushed, and was startled. He was barefoot. In front of the dazzlingly luxurious hotel, his dishevelled appearance looked grotesque. As he shrank back, intimidated, the man asked ominously.

“Should I carry you like a baby?”

It was a question that ordered him to come back to his senses.

“No, no, sir.”

Eun-myeong quickly shook his head. His tender soles touched the marble floor with a splash.

Entering the hotel, an even more luxurious sight greeted Eun-myeong. There was gold everywhere. The chandeliers were so bright they hurt his eyes. Eun-myeong scurried along, looking like an abandoned dog.

“Welcome, sir.”

The staff greeted them politely with clasped hands. Eun-myeong couldn’t even make eye contact. Feeling the piercing gazes on him, he was overwhelmed with shame. It was as if he were standing naked in a public square.

“Get in.”

The man nodded towards the elevator. Eun-myeong hesitated, stopping in his tracks. Should he ask the people around for help? Tell them he thinks he’s being kidnapped, and ask them to call the police…

But he couldn’t involve innocent strangers and put them at risk. Finally, having lost all will, he got into the elevator. The doors closed. Eun-myeong clutched his clothes tightly. Water dripped steadily.

Ding, it stopped at the 27th floor, the top floor of the hotel. The soft fur of the rug tangled with his damp bare feet. The man took out a card and held it up, and the door opened.

“Go in.”

As he carefully stepped inside, a heavy sound came from behind. A gust of wind hit Eun-myeong’s back. The door had closed. Once again, he was left alone with the man in an enclosed space.

“Shit, how should I handle you?”

The man grabbed the knot of his tie at his nape and roughly pulled it off. He unbuttoned his shirt, which was clinging to his chest, revealing the hard muscle underneath.

“I pamper you and call you pretty, but you keep scheming.”

His chest, looking so solid as if brown bricks had been laid there, was gradually revealed. His scent grew stronger. Eun-myeong unconsciously held his breath.

“Take it off.”

The man’s cruel gaze fell on Eun-myeong’s face.

“W-what…?”

Eun-myeong’s jaw dropped in shock.

“I said take it off. I need to search your body too.”

The man removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. His dangerously broad shoulders were fully exposed, undulating. They were wider than a sushi restaurant tray, as if boulders had been placed on each shoulder.

“M-my clothes?”

Moreover, the black tattoos scattered across his body added to the intimidating aura. The man looked too violent for words. Then, clank, the man unbuckled his belt. Zip, he lowered his zipper. From his deep navel, dark pubic hair extended into his underwear. Even at a glance, it looked extremely coarse and tough.

Eun-myeong’s pubic hair was at most as soft as a newborn chick’s down…

“Urgh.”

He didn’t have the strength to endure all these frightening scenes unfolding before him. Eun-myeong tightly shut his eyes. As he stepped back, he felt the cold door behind him.

“There’s nothing on my body.”

Eventually, a thud sound brushed his sensitive ears. As Eun-myeong trembled, he felt a hand gripping his chin. When he cautiously opened his eyes, fortunately, the man’s body was now covered in a dark teal robe. His protruding collarbone looked extremely fierce.

“Haa, I can’t trust your words.”

The man sighed as if he were regretful.

“Trust and faith have already been shattered.”

His thick thumb stroked Eun-myeong’s cheek.

“It’s really not true…”

“Do you know what gangsters do to show their loyalty?”

Then he pressed his thumb hard against the tender skin.

“They cut off their little finger.”

Flinch, tension filled the delicate jaw. In an instant, both his eyes were filled with apprehension.

“Should we do that?”

Eun-myeong slowly shook his head. Gradually, resignation filled his eyes. Then he turned around, and with his nose pressed against the door, took off his top. A pale, bony upper body was revealed. But the next part… With his hands on his pants, Eun-myeong turned his head and looked up at the man with teary eyes.

“What are you doing?”

His face was utterly devoid of emotion. Like a mask had been placed over it, it looked as if it would never allow for negotiation. Finally, Eun-myeong took off his pants.

He was naked except for his soaked underwear and white socks. He felt like he would go crazy from the shame. Blood was flowing from his knee, one he probably scraped when he fell earlier.

“Turn around.”

Eun-myeong’s shoulders trembled. Slowly, he turned around.

The man looked down at the young thing shivering before him as if savoring the sight. White and clean. His areolas were light pink as if they had never been sucked. When the man’s eyes fell on his chest, Eun-myeong curled his shoulders inward, seemingly embarrassed.

“Raise your arms too.”

“Why there…?”

The man burst into laughter.

“Do you know how much drugs junkies hide there? When you take it out, the rotten smell is overwhelming.”

Eun-myeong bit his lower lip hard. His plump lips swelled as if about to burst. Soon, Eun-myeong raised his arms. Under the white, slender arms, the slightly concave area. It was a lecherous place that should never be shown to others out of shame.

The man inhaled sharply. It was the same face he had when he buried his face in the handkerchief earlier. An expression as if he had tasted something. Anyone watching might wonder if Eun-myeong had really hidden drugs under his arms.

“Hmm.”

The man let out a satisfied sigh. His gaze, as if licking, slowly moved from the armpit to the chest, and then lower. How thin those thighs were, without a handful of muscle. With those soft, tender thighs, the brat dared to wrap around his waist. The underwear clung damply to his groin. The thin bulge, not even a handful, had a brownish tint. The pubic hair seemed to show through slightly.

“Looks like there’s something there too, hm?”

When the man reached out to his lower body, Eun-myeong was startled, his shoulders shaking.

“Did you hide something under your dangling balls without me knowing?”

Eun-myeong was cornered. The sight of him standing on tiptoes trying to avoid the man was pitiable. His pinkish Achilles tendon trembled.

“Why aren’t you taking this off? I think you’re hiding something inside.”

“Sir…”

He felt like he was about to burst into tears. It was too cold and scary, and he was afraid because he didn’t know what would happen. He wanted to stop looking around the hotel room for something that might be used to bury him. Eun-myeong’s lower eyelids turned red as he swallowed a sob.

“There’s really nothing.”

Then the man asked back.

“Shall I not look?”

“Yes.”

Eun-myeong pressed his palm against his underwear, saying not to. He felt like he would die of embarrassment if the man tried to open it.

“Why should I do that?”

There was no reason to add if asked. But there was also no particular reason to look. What could he possibly hide in this thin piece of cloth?

The man’s voice softened.

“What if you’ve hidden an aphrodisiac in there?”

It was a voice as if gently coaxing Eun-myeong.

“What should I do if you take an aphrodisiac and come at me, leaking and begging to have your hole filled?”

“I can’t get things like that, I have no money, and I don’t know where to buy them…”

Now he couldn’t even cry anymore. As Eun-myeong dropped his head, a voice settled on his forehead.

“Should I let you off just because you’re young and pitiful?”

Eun-myeong finally nodded.

“Yes…”

“This is completely unreasonable.”

Ha, the man laughed. He gently bit the side of his middle finger. It felt like he was scanning from his feet up to his head. It seemed like a gaze pondering what to do with this.

A moment of tense silence passed.

“Go wash up.”

At the sudden instruction, Eun-myeong raised his large eyes. His pupils shook at the ambiguous words.

“I said go wash up. I have no intention of fucking something that smells like milk.”

At the rough words, Eun-myeong curled his big toe. He hadn’t misunderstood that someone like this would lay hands on someone like him. He was just unbearably ashamed of his skinny, unattractive self.

“Yes…”

Eun-myeong moved his feet, step by step. Then, afraid the man might grab him from behind, he quickly scurried into the bathroom. There was a large, luxurious bathtub that didn’t exist in his own home.

‘…It’s so cold.’

He turned on the water. Even in this situation, he silently marvelled at the excellent water pressure. When it was this cold at home, the faucet would freeze solid. If it were like this, hand washing would be so much easier. He deliberately set it to lukewarm water, worried that using too hot water would result in a high gas bill.

Eun-myeong took off his socks and underwear with a miserable feeling. Completely naked, he quickly stepped into the bathtub. As he sat with his knees together, the pleasantly warm water enveloped his skin. Contrary to his state of mind, his body relaxed comfortably. It was due to being caught in the cold rain and being tense all day.

Eun-myeong bathed for a long time. His whole body turned a soft pink, like well-cooked salmon. He lingered as long as possible, knowing he would have to face the man again when he left the bathroom.

How long had it been? Looking down, his fingers had already pruned.

“……”

If this continued, his whole body would swell up. He couldn’t stay here forever.

‘Let’s go out.’

Eun-myeong steeled himself. Since he couldn’t go out naked, he took out a white robe hanging on one side and put it on. The fluffy, soft cotton wrapped around Eun-myeong’s well-ripened ike nape.