Rough hands grabbed Lee Jeong’s slender waist and threw him onto the bed. Ahk! With that sound, Lee Jeong collapsed onto the bed. A fierce voice flew at his back.
“Get on all fours like a dog.”
With trembling hands supporting him, Lee Jeong got on all fours on the bed and raised his hips. Soon the man’s penis rushed mercilessly into his rear hole. At the pain like being punched in the stomach, Lee Jeong’s waist curved deeply inward again. From his mouth, along with a hic sound, a line of saliva dripped down. The man let out a mocking sound through his teeth and raised his palm. With a smack, fire ignited on his buttocks.
“Do it properly. Tighten up properly.”
“Ahuk! Hheuk, ngh…”
“Are you going to show off being a prostitute like this? What am I supposed to shove into such a loose hole? Should I shove my fist in?”
Contrary to the insulting words, Hyunjin frowned at the tight feeling. Even though he must receive countless men every day, the hole he was currently penetrating wrapped around and clung to his penis quite tenaciously. He liked the appearance, but he liked the hole even more.
However, he didn’t want to give Lee Jeong straightforward praise. He wanted to somehow humiliate him, push him further into the abyss and trample him. He wanted to completely shatter the detached and blind attitude of the man beneath him. He wanted to see him completely disheveled, crying and begging for forgiveness.
Lee Jeong was a beautiful person. Beautiful enough to perfectly fit the picture he’d been drawing to his taste.
Then he should just dote on him, but from one strangely twisted corner of his heart, for some reason he kept wanting to torment him. A lewd impulse to utterly destroy him surged within. Instead of the pitiful face obediently submitting to his words, he wanted to see a distorted face clinging and begging for mercy while crying.
After pulling the shaft out to the end, he thrust it in hard. With the repeated thrusting, his testicles slapped against the man’s buttocks with wet sounds. The penis drilling around had soon invaded as deep as it could possibly go. The bumpy outline embedded in the tip of the glans roughly scraped the inner walls as it moved in and out. Lee Jeong’s body completely collapsed with only his buttocks raised. His wide-open mouth and eyes shedding tears were already sobbing and wailing.
“Does it feel good? Hm? Are you going, haah, crazy from how good it feels?”
“Ahng! Ngh, hheuk… heuah…!”
“They said you can’t speak, but you’re making moaning sounds so… damn arousing.”
Vulgar words rarely used normally were added to the polite speech he’d been wearing like a mask. The inner walls tightening around him were different from other betas. Fuck, so this is why people fuck omegas so much. Thinking that, Hyunjin rolled his hips in circles. At the lewd hip movement, Lee Jeong barely turned his face that had been buried in the pillow to look up at Hyunjin. His tear-filled vision looked at Hyunjin with resentment and pleading.
Goosebumps rose on his lower abdomen. Hyunjin raised one corner of his mouth coldly to hide his surging excitement.
“You know that when you look up pitifully like that, men get more heated up and fuck harder, right? Is that why you’re doing this, right now?”
“Ahup, huk, mmph…”
“You’re so promiscuous, really. Lee Jeong-ssi, you’re a truly worn-out prostitute.”
His waist was so slender that with slight exaggeration, he felt he could grasp it if he put both hands together. He ruthlessly crushed and insulted the man with such a delicate frame. Even while hearing such shameful words, the hot inner walls constantly twitched and tried to completely melt his cock. Hyunjin let out a hollow laugh and continued shaking his hips.
“Keep crying. Cry more vulgarly.”
“Ahuk! Hheung, ugh…”
The appearance of the man who had licked his entire body with his tongue and mechanically recited moans while servicing him was nowhere to be seen. The man crying beneath him was now, in this moment, genuinely screaming in pleasure. Seeing that, his heart hardened with sadism softened a bit. Even while moving his hips, he extended his hand to tenderly wipe the face wet with tears and saliva.
“See, it would have been good if you’d made genuine moaning sounds from the beginning.”
Whispering crazy words, Hyunjin laughed softly. A prostitute and sincerity. Combining words from opposite extremes created something bizarrely grotesque.
*
“Aigoo, that crazy bastard, really…”
He heard the manager clicking her tongue. His infinitely heavy eyelids suddenly flew open. Lee Jeong, who had been lying collapsed in the room sleeping as if unconscious, tried to get up but sat back down with a groan.
“Lie down, lie down, Lee Jeong-ssi. He’s a completely crazy bastard, I tell you. Hey, Min! Once you’re done tidying up, come here and help.”
“Yes, Manager.”
Beyond the open door, he heard thumping footsteps. While the man called Min approached, the manager gently sat on the bed where Lee Jeong was sprawled. When the embarrassed Lee Jeong tried to get up, a hand with beautifully decorated nails approached and pressed down on Lee Jeong’s back.
“I told you to stay lying down. Don’t force yourself to get up.”
Lee Jeong looked up at the manager for a moment, then nodded. Though he’d only been working here a few days, Lee Jeong liked the manager who treated him kindly. That was a big reason why he felt the new place was much better. The manager at his previous workplace had really rotated him to customers without giving him a moment to breathe. She’d seen him as nothing more or less than an omega who brought in money.
However, the manager at Yeodanhwa was different. Though she had pushed Lee Jeong into that customer’s room, Lee Jeong wasn’t in a position to complain about which room the manager put him in anyway. And the manager, knowing well that the man was harsh and cruel, made sure Lee Jeong only serviced that one customer on days the man came. Not only that, but she let Lee Jeong leave work immediately after the man departed.
The manager’s warm hands stroking his hair made him feel like crying. Lee Jeong forgot his own circumstances and slowly closed his eyes. He heard the manager’s laughter.
“Oh my, look at Lee Jeong-ssi. How cute.”
“What if even you fall for Lee Jeong-ssi, Manager?”
“I know, right? Lee Jeong-ssi is really cute, isn’t he? His frame is so small too.”
“Hey, it’ll be troublesome if you really fall for him. Lee Jeong-ssi, put your arms around my neck and hold on. One, two!”
Though he belatedly felt embarrassed about lying there naked and covered in semen, the two didn’t seem to mind. Min approached and gently turned Lee Jeong’s body over. Gathering and holding his trembling thighs, his other hand supported the back of Lee Jeong’s neck. Lee Jeong’s eyes widened, but he wrapped his arms around Min’s neck as instructed.
They entered the bathroom attached to the room. Warm water rippled in the bathtub. Since he’d also serviced the man in the bathroom, dried white semen stains clung here and there on the floor, but Min didn’t seem to care at all. Min, who had carefully lowered Lee Jeong into the water, groaned and patted his back.
“I’m a beta, but I’m not very strong either.”
Lee Jeong bowed his head deeply to him as he spoke jokingly and laughed. As he said, though not as much as Lee Jeong, his frame wasn’t large either. He smiled and patted his head affectionately.
“Wash up and come out. Let’s have breakfast together.”
“…Ah…”
Lee Jeong hurriedly opened his mouth to make a sound and turned him around. To Min asking what was wrong, Lee Jeong pointed to his own wrist with his finger.
“The time? Right now… it’s five in the morning. Why? Are you in a hurry? Because of the baby?”
Min smiled at Lee Jeong who nodded.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be rude to go to the babysitter’s house at this hour too? It’s Saturday. Let’s eat breakfast, rest a bit, and go after seven.”
Thinking about it, that made sense too. Anyway, Dokyung would be lying next to Yoonkyung sleeping soundly, and as Min said, he couldn’t wake Yoonkyung up by going there on a Saturday dawn. Lee Jeong nodded.
When Min closed the door and left, Lee Jeong was left alone in the warm bathtub. When had he last checked the clock while receiving the man’s sex that bordered on abuse—was it three o’clock? Around then, the man must have picked up his clothes and left. Trying to pull up his hazy consciousness, Lee Jeong slumped with his head leaning against the bathtub.
How long had it been since he’d received such affectionate touches?
Because he had a job where he was always physically abused, sometimes he wished someone would warmly embrace him without the intention of taking his body. However, he knew well that this was an unattainable wish he couldn’t even dream of.
What people wanted from him as a male prostitute was only his body. You shouldn’t even look at trees you can’t climb, and knowing your place well means receiving less hurt. That was the fact Lee Jeong had learned painfully while living his not-so-long life.
He extended his hand outside the warm water. The hand that had been submerged underwater split the surface with a splash. His white fingers had become slightly flushed red.
There used to be someone. Someone who would embrace his body without any price, without wanting sex.
His large, broad embrace was as comfortable as lying on a field on a sunny day when held. That person’s pheromones smelled exactly like that. The scent of wild grass well-dried under the sunlight. And the faint scent of wildflowers mixed in between.
‘Ido.’
His hoarse voice was low and gentle. Because he worked with his body, he often came back covered in injuries. When Ido’s eyes welled with tears as he applied medicine while looking at his red wounds, before he knew it rough hands would wipe away the tears flowing down Lee Jeong’s cheeks.
‘Don’t cry. When you cry, it hurts me more.’
His hands had been really big. Warm and dry. Lee Jeong had loved everything about that person, but the part he especially loved was his hands. Every time those hands embraced him, all the not-okay things that had happened to him in the world felt okay. After crying while leaning on that dry warmth, the wounds on his heart would somehow be healed.
They had been people who comforted each other’s physical and mental wounds like that.
‘…Here we go again.’
Lee Jeong shook his head vigorously. With a splash, the hand heated to burning emerged from the water and covered his face. Pressing down hard on his eye sockets with his heated hands, Lee Jeong sighed.
