Right, it’s nothing. Think of it as the establishment. It’s just what I always did.
Thinking that, he carefully stuck out his tongue. As Lee Jeong’s hot tongue touched it, the glans flinched and spat out thin fluid. He almost frowned at the fishy, acrid smell and taste of the man, but he barely held it in. Like he always did at the establishment, he looked up at the man with seductive eyes and slowly pushed the man’s shaft into his mouth.
“Huuu….”
The man let out a hot breath. At the same time, he grabbed Lee Jeong’s hair hard. At the rough hands violently pushing him toward his groin, Lee Jeong tried to pull his head back with a choking sound, instinctively. But the man’s hands didn’t easily let go of Lee Jeong’s head.
“Here, eat a lot. Master’s cock juices, it’s delicious right?”
“Kkeuk, kkeuk.”
“Huu… Good. Lee Jeong-ah. Being comfortably together with you like this… it’s so enjoyable.”
The man spoke and laughed innocently. The smiling eyes beyond his glasses were so kind it was disgusting. Unlike that gentle impression, the hands pushing Lee Jeong’s head toward his groin had not a trace of warmth.
Unable to endure any longer the man’s glans violently hitting and clinging inside his throat, Lee Jeong retched. With a heaving sound, his stomach convulsed. Lee Jeong turned his head and collapsed to the side, spitting vomit onto the floor.
“Urp, blergh, erk…”
From Lee Jeong’s empty stomach that had eaten nothing, only thin liquid and yellow gastric acid poured out. The sound of liquids dripping onto the floor clearly pounded Lee Jeong’s ears.
Even though he’d sucked and swallowed countless men’s cocks at the establishment without difficulty, only this man was always too much for Lee Jeong. Enough to make him retch spontaneously. Pouring out tears, Lee Jeong wiped his face covered in saliva with his arm. At the same time, with a thud, a kick flew into his side and Lee Jeong was shoved over to the side.
“Argh!”
“This fucker, I’m being nice to you and you don’t know your limits.”
The voice of the man who’d been acting kind had already changed to something sinister. It was curious how such a voice could come from such a kind-looking face. Kicked by the man while naked, Lee Jeong groaned and clutched his side, collapsed and trembling. Though the man was only wearing indoor shoes, the kick that struck his ribs felt like a blade to Lee Jeong.
“Get up. Before I make you eat all that vomit you spewed.”
“Haa… haa…”
Even in the midst of this, the man forced an answer, grabbing Lee Jeong’s hair to raise him up again. Lee Jeong lifted his face covered in saliva and tears and took the man’s cock in his mouth again. The shaft quickly passed through Lee Jeong’s lips. During that time, Lee Jeong was just held by the man’s grip, quietly enduring while making sounds like “mmph” and “ngh.” After fucking Lee Jeong’s mouth enough to vent his anger, the man finally frowned slightly and trembled his thighs.
He’s going to spit that disgusting semen deep into my throat again. Thinking that, Lee Jeong closed his eyes tight and opened his throat. But contrary to Lee Jeong’s expectations, the man roughly pushed back the hair he was gripping hard. Suddenly pushed away and spitting the man’s penis from his mouth, Lee Jeong just stared blankly with his mouth open at what the man was doing.
The man picked up the dog bowl containing all the food he’d carefully cooked. And he aligned the tip of his shaft, from which semen was beginning to shoot out, with the food bowl. White, hot liquid splattered wildly, spraying over the food. It was enough to make him retch, such a large amount. Looking at the white liquid dripping stickily between the food in dotted drops, Lee Jeong covered his mouth with both hands. He was about to vomit again.
“It’s a salad, but I forgot the dressing sauce. Now the cooking is really done! Eat well, Lee Jeong-ah.”
The man who finished ejaculating placed the food bowl in front of Lee Jeong with a grin. White liquid was poured over fresh Cobb salad and raw salmon cut to uniform sizes. The moment he saw the food placed before his eyes, another wave of nausea surged up. Tears flowed endlessly, falling onto the semen scattered over the food.
“Try eating, Lee Jeong-ah. I really worked hard on the cooking.”
“Sniff, ngh… hnngh…”
“Hurry up and eat it. While I’m being nice.”
Tears welled up to his throat and Lee Jeong bit his lips and cried. The man who had been smiling immediately wrinkled his face again. With the man’s low command, Lee Jeong parted his lips that wouldn’t separate.
While kneeling, he lowered his trembling head. And using his mouth, he picked up a piece of lettuce covered with the man’s fluid. Pushing the vegetable with flowing hot semen into his mouth, Lee Jeong swallowed his tears with a sob. Crunch crunch—the fresh, light taste of lettuce and the fishy, sour taste mixed and swirled in his mouth.
“Eat more. Try that olive too, Lee Jeong-ah.”
The man spoke innocently and laughed like a child. The hand stroking the head of Lee Jeong, who was crouched beside him chewing lettuce, was as gentle as if it were harmless.
Tears fell plop plop, continuously dripping into the food in the bowl. Perhaps dissatisfied with Lee Jeong eating the salad while crying, the man suddenly grabbed Lee Jeong’s hair and pulled him toward his knees.
“Master made you delicious food, so you should eat it happily, Lee Jeong-ah. Is someone dead? Why are you crying.”
The hot lump of cock slapped against his cheek. The cock was also rubbed around his eyes that kept producing tears. The man held his penis and hit and rubbed Lee Jeong’s face as if playing an amusing game. With slapping sounds, red marks remained.
“Now. If you keep crying, should I discipline you again? Now try eating again with a happy smile.”
Lee Jeong swallowed his tears with a sob and buried his face in the dog bowl again. Misery and shame—such things had already risen to their limit in his body and evaporated. The remaining emotion was only sadness. Despair. Rather than frustration with this situation, it was disillusionment with his life that he had to live on like this, going through such things.
How long, really, do I have to live like this?
Like a candle extinguished by the fierce cold winter wind, how much longer until he’d be granted the right to disappear from this world without a trace?
Dokyung was only two years old now. He had to at least raise the child to adulthood before he could die.
The path, distant and far as if endless, waited for the staggering Lee Jeong walking barefoot, ominously filled with only protruding thorns.
*
He stopped the hand that had been busily scribbling something. Strangely, today his mind kept putting on the brakes. The distracting thoughts wouldn’t disappear no matter how hard he tried to focus on work, continuously paralyzing Wookyung’s head and hands.
The start of the distracting thoughts was trivial. He kept remembering Yoonkyung asking loudly about Dokyung’s father’s well-being this morning. When he heard it, he’d been too busy taking care of Dokyung to think much and let it pass, but the reason it was now persistently causing noise in Wookyung’s head was because of where the baby’s father worked.
The name Yeodan, which had been entangled with Daneum in what could be called bad blood from before, kept bothering him. Though now that the former presidents of Daneum and Yeodan, President Park and President Kim, who’d been like enemies, were dead, even that relationship had faded. Now there was no reason to bare their teeth at each other, so they used each other when necessary. Like how even Daneum scheduled entertainment at Yeodanhwa, the most famous in the entertainment industry.
However, knowing well the dark and sinister aspects of places called organizations, he couldn’t help but be concerned. The situation of an omega affiliated with an organization and working at an establishment was all too obvious. In the world, he probably had less presence than a pebble on the road. He was in a position where even if the organization caught and killed him, no one would know. If such an omega suddenly lost contact and went missing, there was a high possibility he’d suffered some harm at the hands of his organization.
And why did he send such a text? As if he were going somewhere far away. “Thank you for everything so far”—didn’t that look like a final farewell to anyone?
If it wasn’t what Wookyung was worried about but simply the baby’s father’s change of heart, was he now not going to send Dokyung to Yoonkyung? Was he going to go far away somewhere?
It felt stuffy, as if a huge rock had been placed in his heart. Actually, if the baby’s father had made that decision, all they had to do was let him do so. From this side’s position, they had no choice but to agree entirely with the baby’s father’s decision. After all, from the beginning, the side that needed something was his side.
Nevertheless, a tangle of thoughts and worries sat messily entangled inside Wookyung’s head. The owners of that tangle were strangers who had nothing to do with Wookyung, yet as time passed, they shamelessly grew in size. Enough to prevent Wookyung from concentrating on any work any longer.
Sighing, Wookyung put down his pen. Admitting defeat, Wookyung picked up his phone and pressed Yoonkyung’s number.
—Hello.
“About the baby’s father. Still no contact?”
Hoping to sound as casual as possible, Wookyung spoke in a deliberately indifferent voice. But Yoonkyung’s answer that came back was honestly full of anxiety.
“Oh, yeah. Oppa, I’ve actually been worried about that too… I tried calling Lee Jeong-ssi several times, but he won’t pick up at all. It seems like he turned his phone off completely. It’s so strange. He’s never done this before.”
Unease was clearly embedded in Yoonkyung’s voice. Did he disappear of his own accord, or… could it possibly, just possibly, have been against his will? If it was the former, it would be unfortunate but unavoidable, but if it was the latter, the story would be different.
Wookyung opened his mouth in a heavy voice.
“…Should I try to find him?”
“Really? Can you do that?”
Yoonkyung brightened immediately.
“After all, people who work at those kinds of establishments are often tied up with those kinds of organizations. That’s why I’m a bit worried.”
“That’s why I’m saying this. Do you happen to have a picture of him? Is Lee Jeong his real name?”
With his phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, Wookyung turned on his monitor. If she didn’t know his real name or didn’t have a photo, things would get a bit complicated, but fundamentally, Wookyung’s company specialized in finding people. Waiting for Yoonkyung’s answer, Wookyung placed his hands on the keyboard.
“I don’t think so. I don’t even know his last name, he just asked me to call him Lee Jeong. As for a photo… wait a minute. Let me look for one and send it to you right away. I think I have a picture from before when the three of us—Dokyung, him, and I—went on a picnic at a park or something.”
