However, his already impatient body was anxiously pestering Wookyung. A deep sigh emerged from his core. He was desperate to enter this room. Wookyung frowned slightly and asked in a low, growling voice.
“By any chance… is this room reserved? If not, could I use it for a moment?”
“It’s not… reserved, so you can use it, but how… should I send the girls in?”
This was the limit. He just wanted to sit down and rest, buried in the pheromones that clung to him and penetrated his chest in such a strange way. With a flushed face, Wookyung swallowed his rough breath, took out his wallet, and handed over a check. It was an amount enough to use three escorts at once.
“One hour will be enough. Don’t let anyone in.”
“…Ah, I understand.”
The Manager took the money tactfully, bowed her head lightly, and turned away. Walking with hurried steps, Wookyung entered the room, firmly locked the door, and collapsed onto the sofa.
In a room where some other bastard had just been drinking and groping an omega, what the hell was he doing?
Traces of others drinking until just moments ago remained intact. Looking at the glass half-full of alcohol and the plate with fruit pierced by forks, Wookyung let out a hollow laugh. A deep sense of self-loathing washed over him, but right now, the pheromones comfortably enveloping his body took priority.
He finally felt like he could breathe. His airways opened up. Earlier, he felt like he would suffocate from the omega’s pheromones when he entered that room, but the pheromones lingering in this room, though he was smelling them for the first time, felt strangely familiar. A scent that was poignant, soft, comfortable, and therefore strangely saddening.
“Haah…”
Wookyung tilted his head back. Deeply inhaling the pheromones that washed over him comfortably into his lungs, he exhaled his heated breath to the fullest. His tense body relaxed comfortably while simultaneously heating up even more. His mind, numbed by the unfamiliar pheromones, clamored for him to soothe his body that was ready to go into heat at any moment.
At times like this, he hated his trait of being endlessly faithful to instinct to death. Panting roughly, Wookyung unbuckled his pants. The sound of the belt opening with a click seemed to strike his ears and reproach him for pursuing pleasure like a beast.
“Haah… Ugh.”
It didn’t matter what kind of pheromones brushed past his nose. Only one person clearly emerged in his mind. A small, white body. A frame that fit perfectly in his arms when embraced. A lovely voice and an alluring rose scent, beautiful lips that would kiss even his bumpy, ugly ears saying they were pretty.
Strangely, Ido, why do I think of you so much today?
I’m sorry. Why do I keep thinking of you while smelling someone else’s pheromones…
“Ido… Haah… Ugh.”
In the midst of the rushing pleasure, his lips never failed to call out the same person’s name, even at times like this, cruelly so. Calling out the longed-for name in a small, low voice, Wookyung gritted his teeth. Wrapped in the mournfully comfortable pheromones, Wookyung moved his hand quickly. His body, heated with passion, was responding annoyingly honestly to an act he hadn’t done in such a long time. Casting an empty gaze beyond the vacant sofa, Wookyung exhaled a hot sigh through his teeth.
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“Haah…”
The man opened his stubbornly closed lips and let out a long sigh. Along with the feeling of his trembling flesh, hot liquid spread powerfully inside his stomach, sending chills through him.
“…Augh.”
As soon as he squeezed out the last remaining drop, the man withdrew his body abruptly with a rough sigh. As if even the brief moment of contact with Lee Jeong was a waste.
While it was more appreciated by Lee Jeong when customers quickly separated rather than groping his body for a long time after the act, the conclusion of acts with men always reminded Lee Jeong of his position, cruelly so.
You are dirty.
Hot liquid leaked out through the hole the man had exited. At the shiveringly explicit sensation, Lee Jeong shuddered with a gasp. The man, looking down at Lee Jeong with contemptuous eyes, abruptly stood up and walked to the shower.
“……”
As his breathing subsided, a deep sense of exhaustion enveloped his body. Lee Jeong lay spread-eagled on the bed with his limbs stretched out. He wanted to rest comfortably for even a moment before the man came out and picked another fight.
“Haah…”
With a deep sigh, Lee Jeong slowly blinked his eyes.
The man had arrived just past ten o’clock, and the clock on the wall now pointed to three. The man tormented Lee Jeong for five hours with his usual gentle yet merciless tone, taunting, mocking, and insulting him. Like a powerless puppet, Lee Jeong was shaken this way and that in his grasp.
He was truly exhausted now. He was thankful the man was ending it at this point. Among customers, when they reserved the last time slot, many would ask to sleep together until morning, but the man wasn’t the clingy type like that. Rather, once he had sex until satisfied, he would pick up his clothes without lingering and leave.
With a sigh, Lee Jeong slowly turned his tired neck left and right while lying down. His whole body ached from accommodating various uncomfortable positions and demands from the man. As he stretched by turning his head fully to the right, he noticed a table in the corner. Seeing the small box placed on it, Lee Jeong blinked.
Come to think of it, that man was really hot today. His face was flushed too.
‘…Could he have a cold?’
The moment he thought that far, the bathroom door burst open. Ido, who had been lying languidly on the bed, abruptly sat up.
The man, glancing at Lee Jeong, picked up his clothes hanging on the wall with an indifferent hand. His movements were quick and skilled as he put on his shirt over his lean, fit upper body.
While the man put on his jacket, which reeked of strong cologne that smelled like burnt scent, Lee Jeong also sluggishly picked up and put on his oversized shirt. He wanted to wear his jeans instead of this embarrassing outfit that exposed his lower body completely, but according to the establishment’s rules, he had to wear the shirt until the man left completely.
His breathing sounded rougher than usual as he exhaled slowly. His eyes behind his glasses looked tired. His flushed face clearly had a fever. Lee Jeong, who had far less to wear than the man, had already put on all his clothes and stood there blankly, waiting for the man to finish dressing.
Then, hesitating, Lee Jeong impulsively handed the cold medicine on the table to the man.
“What’s this?”
“……”
Lee Jeong hesitated and looked into the man’s eyes.
The man had an expression asking what the hell this was. His eyes, as he crossed his arms and gazed down at Ido, were full of suspicion. He seemed genuinely curious about Lee Jeong’s intention. Hesitating, Lee Jeong took out the notepad he always used and scribbled some letters to show the man.
[You seem to have a fever.]
There was no special meaning. It was just that the medicine happened to catch his eye, so he handed it over without much thought. He remembered that last week Min said he had cold symptoms, took one pill, and gave the rest to Ido.
When the man left, he was thinking of taking one preventively and getting some sleep. If the man really had a cold, there was a possibility he could catch it too after spending several hours in physical contact with him. He didn’t care much if he caught a cold, but it shouldn’t spread to Dokyung.
However, the man looking at the paper Lee Jeong handed him said nothing and showed no expression for a long time. Then, approaching Lee Jeong, he opened his mouth. Before long, the man’s face had changed to something strangely fierce.
“Why would Lee Jeong-ssi care about that?”
“……”
“I’m asking.”
At the man’s cool tone pressing him even though he knew he couldn’t answer, Lee Jeong lowered his head. Suddenly, the man felt a bit frightening. Even seeing Lee Jeong’s intimidated expression, the man’s anger, inexplicably aroused, did not subside. He spat out in a cold tone.
“Why would someone as dirty as Lee Jeong-ssi, a male prostitute bastard, care about that? Presumptuously.”
How strange. The man’s words left wounds in his heart like dirty poison arrows, one after another. Words like “dirty” or “male prostitute” were things he heard several times a day, so there was no need to be dramatic about them anymore. Yet strangely, the same words coming from this fragile, innocent-looking man’s mouth scratched Lee Jeong’s chest. Making bright red, vivid blood drip.
It wasn’t because the man was special to him. According to the Manager, she didn’t know what specialty or which hospital he worked at, but this man’s profession was a doctor. He would listen to others’ ailments with such a kind-looking face. And he would generously bestow kindness and heal their pain.
Thinking that made him feel a bit sad. The fact that someone who cared for others’ wounds could spit out such cruel words to him without hesitation. Perhaps this was a bit more miserable than having to humiliatingly receive all kinds of bodily fluids from men. The fact that they poured out on his body like excrement all the dirty, ugly, and negative emotions they had experienced in the world.
Anyway, I was presumptuous. I did something unnecessary. Lee Jeong quickly agreed. And he bowed deeply at the waist.
“……”
Even when he raised his head to look at the man after a while, the man was still staring at him with his arms crossed, showing no reaction. Feeling like this wouldn’t do, Lee Jeong fumbled to pick up his notepad. He added more writing below the paper where he had written earlier.
[I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.]
He tore off the paper with the endlessly concise sentence written on it and hesitantly held it out to the man. The man didn’t extend his hand. He just quickly scanned the letters on the paper with cold eyes, then twisted up the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t get cocky just because I visit Lee Jeong-ssi a bit often. Understood?”
Lee Jeong obediently nodded. In his heart, he was already regretting offering the medicine. Why did I do such a thing for this guy… I should have kept it and taken it myself later when I’m sick. With such thoughts, Lee Jeong quietly lowered his gaze to the man’s feet.
