“Curious about what he’s babbling?”
Even though he hadn’t bothered to answer, an ominous voice pounded his eardrums. As if Woonghee had no choice in the matter, it forcibly pried open his ear canal and hammered in.
“He says he keeps a Chinese omega at home.”
Well-behaved, obedient, and extremely affectionate? Even when he’s in a bad mood and beats them with his fists, they’re so docile….
Woonghee inhaled sharply—gasp. Gi Junhyuk asked “Scared?” from beside him and lightly bit his earlobe. The person in front of them laughed filthily.
…That vulgar yellow-haired alpha bastard, wearing a ring on his fourth finger, was spouting the most disgusting things.
Come to think of it, didn’t they used to have an omega zoo in that country where they gathered only omegas….
A truly typical omega fever case.
“If only it had been as pretty as you….”
He would have made them bear offspring. The man spoke slowly. His snake-like gaze seemed to suck up his earlobes thoroughly. Was what that bastard said really true? Gi Junhyuk, aren’t you just trying to defile my ears?
He felt a hand subtly kneading the inside of Woonghee’s thighs, which had stiffened hard like fried tofu from tension.
[To an enjoyable life.]
Gi Junhyuk raised his wine glass. Clink, the crystal glasses collided sharply and moaned.
And that wine glass came straight to him. The man carefully tilted the glass as if nursing a baby kitten in his arms. Woonghee took the wine into his lips.
Gulp, glug.
The strong alcohol dug into his throat. A sharp taste that seemed like it would cut the tip of his tongue. A drink that suited the man well, exactly like him. The more he drank, the more it seemed like his stomach would completely melt away—absolutely vicious.
[Good?]
The Westerner asked if it tasted good. What kind of injection had they stuck into his mouth? His bizarrely swollen lips ripped open. Woonghee forced a smile at that disgusting face. With tears dangling from the corners of his eyes, he trembled his lips upward.
‘If only it had been as pretty as you… I would have made them bear offspring.’
To dare say such things.
…That repulsive bastard.
He wanted to grab a fork right now and stab it into those blood-sausage-like lips.
But since he was Gi Junhyuk’s business partner, he had to suppress his murderous intent and endure. Because he was the man’s cheap doll without reason or ego.
He absolutely couldn’t mess up this occasion. If he flipped the table according to his temper, who knew what kind of fault they’d find….
Then the bastard muttered something or other again. Gi Junhyuk laughed heartily as if in a good mood. Woonghee glanced at him in bewilderment. He wondered if something good had happened.
He pulled him closer and breathed out.
“He’s asking if you’re my lover.”
Gi Junhyuk interpreted once again. The blue eyes swept up Woonghee. His gaze was truly filthy. Was that really the way to look at a business partner’s lover? Sticking out his bright red tongue without a speck of coating, swallowing saliva while eating sashimi—it was extremely suspicious.
“I told him you’re a good boy, obedient, pretty, and nice to hold.”
The back of his hand stroked Woonghee’s cheek. Anyway, fuck, they were all the same people. If folded like a decalcomania, they’d fit together like one picture. They were a nauseating species.
Like that, he sat docilely in Gi Junhyuk’s embrace, accepting drinks and chewing and swallowing food thoroughly.
How many glasses had accumulated like that?
Gradually, everything before his eyes spun around. Hehe, weak laughter flowed helplessly. Limp, limp. His body drooped like intestines extracted from a slaughtered cow.
Right, how easy it was, letting go of his mind like this. As euphoria rose, he gulped down all the drinks the bastard offered. When precious alcohol flowed down his lips and he just left it, Managing Director Gi’s large hand sitting beside him approached and smoothly wiped his mouth.
Red-colored wine stained his tanned hand. He stuck out his tongue—barely—and licked it up slurpily.
“Uh….”
Then it happened inadvertently. Meeting those blue eyes across from him. Eyes that glistened greasily like fish eyes dunked in oil and pulled out.
“…Am I entertaining?”
Woonghee sneered with lips reddened from being thoroughly soaked in alcohol. You bastards even made a human zoo…? Then he folded the corners of his eyes—snicker—and laughed loosely. Pay admission, fuck….
“Laughing?”
Then an ominous voice came from beside him. Gi Junhyuk’s large hand grabbed Woonghee’s nape tightly. In an instant, the man’s mood had been thrown into the mud.
“Really trying to die, this bastard.”
He gripped the nape tightly and shook it, and his head rattled along with it.
“Didn’t know you could act like a male prostitute, I really….”
Why, you told me to smile, you told me to grin like a doll, isn’t that why you brought me to this occasion? The man’s voice echoed in his buzzing head.
The surrounding situation spun around like a scene in a movie. His head rang as if swarming with flies.
Dozens of disgusting eyes stared at him. The server pouring water while glancing at him sideways, the bastard sitting in front observing him, other customers gauging his worth.
Suddenly he felt nauseous….
“Bath, bathroom….”
Woonghee covered his mouth and abruptly stood up, kicking back his chair. He ran frantically to the bathroom and buried his face in the toilet. The food he’d shoved down his throat with effort reversed course.
Drip drip, white stomach acid fell in droplets.
Ha, hah….
Forcibly removing what he’d forced in, his stomach finally felt refreshed. It felt like his mind was becoming clear.
He was wiping his lips with the back of his hand when—crash, he heard the bathroom door open roughly.
Thud thud, the sound of shoe heels approached. Then they stopped—thunk—right behind his back.
“Can’t get your head straight. Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
He asked coldly. It was a voice where bubbling fury could be felt.
“You asked to be treated like cheap trash.”
“Yes, because that’s what I am.”
Woonghee still muttered with his face buried in the toilet. Like thoroughly wilted kimchi, his body slack without any strength.
Whoosh, a fierce force grabbed Woonghee’s forearm. Filled with rage, he knelt on one knee and grabbed Woonghee’s body, turning it around. When their eyes met, Woonghee sneered.
“Don’t you know omegas are originally treated like that?”
Why are you pretending not to know anything, pretending to be innocent? Marriage is between alphas, mistresses are kept separately as omegas. That’s an old custom, isn’t the whole world doing that?
Then why are you looking at me with a face like you’ve been insulted?
“You’re the strange one for begging for love from cheap trash!”
Had I really gone crazy from drinking a bit? Without any filtering in his throat, Woonghee spat out whatever his tongue produced. Yesterday you were drunk, today he was drunk and not in his right mind.
Then is the expression you’re wearing now my expression from yesterday? Did I look at your face like this? Did I look at you like you’re glass that would shatter at the slightest touch?
“I’m strange?”
Gi Junhyuk slowly lifted Woonghee’s chin with his index finger. Then he brazenly tapped his own temple with his finger—tap tap.
“Didn’t you know my head was originally strange?”
“I knew, that’s why you’re crazy about cheap trash like me.”
Woonghee spoke in an incredibly rough tone. Then—tap, tap. He pressed his palms against the bathroom tiles. He crawled toward him on all fours. Perhaps realizing his intention, Gi Junhyuk’s large hand grabbed his hair.
“Lee Woonghee, have you lost it?”
“Why? You said I’m pretty and nice to hold….”
You said that, didn’t you? Woonghee fumbled and stroked down the man’s waistband. That was all it took, and his groin began to swell thickly.
Woonghee fixed both eyes on him and took the zipper in his mouth.
As if telling him to confirm clearly with his own eyes. How cheap he was. As he lowered his head downward like that—ziiip, the zipper split. He hooked his index finger on the black drawers and pulled them down. Thud, a heavy pillar like a weapon sprang out and struck Woonghee’s cheek.
Woonghee tucked it under his chin. He rubbed the subtly hot pillar with his nape and smiled slowly. Scritch, scritch. Dark pubic hair brushed against soft skin. The delicate skin quickly flushed reddish. Whoosh, hot heat spread throughout his body.
Soon as he pushed that thick cock into his mouth, the man’s neck snapped back sharply.
“Ugh….”
