DS 16

“Why are you pissing on the old man’s dick like a puppy and running away?”

“Make sure to shake it well.”

His words were utterly vulgar. He wasn’t a dog, so why speak so degradingly? He felt ashamed but quickly moved his feet. Right now, this was not the most important matter. Eun-myeong hopped lightly to avoid touching the ground and entered the bathroom.

“…Hah.”

He locked the door tightly and checked it several times to make sure it was locked. Sitting on the toilet, he cautiously lifted the gown, and a few strands of hair were wet. It was darker than usual. Below it, a handful of his genitals hung limply, the tip glistening with moisture.

As he pulled out some tissue to wipe, it was transparent. No matter how much he wiped, he kept getting wet down there.

‘What the hell is this…?’

Even when he tried to pee, he didn’t feel the urge at all. What kind of situation was this? As he was lost in confusion, something began to flow down his thighs. This time, it was between his buttocks.

Eun-myeong quickly rolled up the tissue and pressed it against his bottom. His face turned red as he leaned forward between his legs. He couldn’t find the words to describe the profanity.

The bathroom floor was made of marble, hence everything was reflected, clear as day. Eun-myeong’s lower half was undoubtedly exposed. The slightly darker hair, and even the tissue wedged between his buttocks would likely be seen.

‘…Hah.’

He had no confidence to open the bathroom door in this state. How could he face the man?

But then, he heard a presence outside first. 

Click, click, click! 

The doorknob turned. Just as relief washed over him as he thought of the door being locked, the bathroom door swung open with a loud bang! Eun-myeong jumped in shock and stood up from the toilet.

“Damn, what the hell are you doing in there that it smells like a rotten dick?”

His lips parted, and his thick tongue slipped out. He wet his thumb with saliva and brought it to his pants. The large bulge stretched his thighs tightly like a snake had curled up inside.

Moreover….

The man’s suit pants were damp. Eun-myeong’s face turned bright red. He realized immediately.

‘…I must have gotten it on him.’

The feeling of embarrassment made it hard to breathe.

The man’s eyes slowly scanned Eun-myeong. Then, at one moment, they stopped right between Eun-myeong’s legs. A dark, lewd gaze. Eun-myeong slowly closed his knees. He wanted to wraphis groin snugly between his thighs.

And to ensure that his lower half wouldn’t be reflected on the marble floor….

“Did you jerk off?”

The suit pants, shining with a smooth sheen, were soaked through. It was as if a rock had been pressed against his thigh, the fabric clinging damply. 

The amount was small, like a chick’s piss. Yet, it wasn’t yellow either; it was transparent, like squeezed cow juice, with white foam disgracefully clinging to it.

The man pressed his finger into his thigh and brought it to his tongue. He frowned as if savouring the taste.

“Mmm… sweet.”

The man leaned against the sink as if he were collapsing. The smell wafting through the door was pungent, and in this small bathroom, a sweet scent was thick in the air. It was so sweet that he felt his temples throbbing.

“If you keep leaking water like this, then baby’s dick will get sore.”

He rubbed the white foam on his pants. A sticky sound echoed. His once pale face was now flushed red, as if it would burst.

“Are you in heat?”

The excessively low voice whispered seductively. Beneath the man’s stiffly erect tongue, saliva was pooling. It seemed that the smell of the foot he had sucked on still lingered on his tongue. He rolled his tongue in his mouth, savouring the aftertaste.

“Tell me.”

His dark eyes fell to the marble floor. It was so smooth that it reflected like a mirror. A silhouette flickered. His thighs, which had been kneaded like dough with water, were visible. 

The man flicked his finger. It was a gesture to lift the gown. The thread of reason that had been tightly held was on the verge of snapping.

“As I said before, I’m not an Omega; I don’t have a cycle.”

That line again. The sweetness he felt when he was sucked was undoubtedly that of an Omega. The pleasure that had been sucked into his tongue and penetrated his body caused a mental confusion akin to taking drugs. It was a pheromone that melted the brains of those with dicks and brought out their primal instincts.

“If not pheromones, then what’s that scent coming from you?”

“I… I really don’t know. It always showed up as Beta when I got tested.”

That excuse didn’t quite fit, like a poorly woven net.

It was something that would fall over with just a reach. Omegas are the type that have their brains controlled by sexual desire. Soon, they would rub their chests against his and tighten their waists with their thighs.

The man flicked his finger again. Instinct urged him to lift the white legs and expose his insides.

However, instead of picking the fruit right away, the man decided to wait a little longer. Though it was still unripe, once it reached its peak, the flesh would ripen well.

The man tasted the intuition flowing through the air with his tongue. Just a little while and I’ll be able to taste it.

* * *

After a nerve-wracking while later, Eun-myeong was worried about what would happen if he was left alone with the man in the hotel, but fortunately, the man did not stay in the hotel room.

He seemed very busy. Dozens of calls came and went throughout the day, and regardless of whether it was dawn, morning, or night, he would burst into the hotel, shower, and eat.

During those times, Eun-myeong was forcibly seated at the table. Today, it was steak dripping with blood. Each time he cut the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, guilt made Eun-myeong’s head droop lower and lower.

Was it okay for him to eat something so expensive and delicious? His sister might be struggling somewhere. Even the staff at the sashimi restaurant might not be doing well right now.

As the endless worries slowed down his fork, his phone vibrated.

Zzzz…

Eun-myeong raised his head as if it would creak. Every time he received a call, all his nerves stood on end.

Who could it be? Could it be a call related to his sister? Could it be someone who had seen her? He put down the knife he had been using to cut the steak and reached into his jacket.

A low voice flowed from the receiver.

—Boss, this is Park Woong.

It was a voice he had heard enough times to become familiar. Park Woong, the bear that the man kept around.

“Uh, go ahead.”

The man murmured softly while wiping his hands with a handkerchief, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear.

—We received a tip that someone might have seen Lee Eun-joo.

His heart sank. Clang, Eun-myeong dropped the knife. His bewildered face was reflected on the narrow blade. The man was staring at Eun-myeong. His gaze complicated.

“Excuse me.”

With a creak, he pulled the chair back and stood up.

“Where?”

The man pulled a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and opened the terrace door. He had unintentionally noticed a few of the man’s habits when he had bumped into him, and one of them was that he didn’t smoke often but would smoke two or three cigarettes in a row.

Eun-myeong slowly stood up from the chair. Did he just see his sister…? If so, he had to let her know about this right away. How should he do it? Just a few steps away, there was a man. Would he be able to call his sister without getting caught?

But even if he were to be caught, as long as his sister didn’t fall into the man’s hands, he felt like he could handle anything else. Eun-myeong bit his lower lip tightly. Then, limping, he approached the side table.

He quickly picked up the receiver and pressed the buttons rapidly. He fumbled once and put the receiver back down, realizing he had to start from the beginning. After pressing the last button, a ringing tone echoed.

And in the next moment, soft music began to play. What was that sound? Eun-myeong turned his head sharply. At first, he thought it was the man’s phone ringing.

“…”

Eun-myeong carefully hid the receiver next to the phone. Then, limping, he moved behind the terrace wall. Peeking out, he saw a broad back, as wide as a sandy beach. In one hand, he clearly held a cellphone.

The man flicked his wrist, shaking off the ash from his cigarette.

“…That’s just bait; we need to catch the one funding him from behind.”

He was definitely on a call. Then, whose phone was ringing right now…? A chill ran down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

This time, he slowly moved toward the direction of the music. Following the sound, he found it was coming from the dressing room.

Creak, he opened the closet door. A large man’s jacket was hanging there. A bright light flickered from behind the jacket.

It was true that those who did bad things often had many secrets piled up. Even the owner of the sashimi restaurant had several phones. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that a cell phone follows a person 24 hours a day, containing the most intimate secrets.

So, he could just think that the man had more than two cell phones…. Eun-myeong swallowed hard.

“…”

A sharp intuition gripped the back of Eun-myeong’s neck. Something felt ominous. The air around his nose felt unstable, and the sweat trickling down his spine was unsettling. He felt an obsessive need to confirm this.

Carefully, he slipped his hand inside the jacket. His fingertips touched something hard. Pulling it out, he found an excessively old cell phone. Eun-myeong stared blankly at it.

“Why is this…?”

Finally, the call was abruptly cut off. The screen went dark, revealing a list of missed calls. Unknown number, unknown number, unknown number, and then a number saved as home popped up.

Eun-myeong’s hand dropped down. His heart raced violently. It felt like he was choking, and he gasped for breath. This was definitely his home number. No way, it couldn’t be, it must just be a similar model of cellphone. But now, he could no longer deny it.

Why did his sister’s cell phone end up with that man?

Soon, he heard the creaking sound of a door opening. The man was coming out onto the terrace. Eun-myeong, clutching the cell phone tightly in both hands, panicked.

“Hey, baby.”

The man even called out to him. Sweat dripped down his forehead at the sound that echoed against the wall. What should he do, oh, what should he do….

The presence was getting closer, and trapped in the narrow dressing room, Eun-myeong was tormented by the urge to escape. Clutching the cell phone tightly, he hid inside the closet. Pulling the doors shut, the pitch-black darkness enveloped him like a curtain.

Huff, huff….

He gasped for breath. He bit down hard on his lower lip. The pressure in his eyes rose to the point where it felt like his eyeballs might pop out.

“What the hell is this?”

The man’s voice came from beyond the closet door. Eun-myeong curled up tighter, trembling. He pulled his shaking knees closer to himself….

With a creak, a beam of light poured over him. Eun-myeong gasped, inhaling sharply. Unable to exhale the breath that filled his lungs, he slowly lifted his head,

“Peekaboo.”

Cold eyes were staring down at him.