“…A convenient method.”
Woonghee slowly rolled his tongue inside his mouth. The fact that even that pronunciation was a convenient method, held in the man’s grasp, made his displeasure surge even more.
“Woonghee-ssi has such a broad mind. Though it’s as small as a wet dog’s tit.”
Crunch crunch. The weeds beneath were crushed under his warship-like feet. Combining vulgar words with a refined tone made it even more crude.
“To care even about what’s already dead in this situation.”
Even in this jungle, he pushed those large feet into suspiciously clean, glossy shoes that reflected light.
They were feet as large as a beast’s front paws, with veins bulging out. Swoosh, they hid inside the shoes. Like a snake or something sticking its head back into its skin and crawling in, pushing its smooth belly.
“Woonghee-ssi should probably just take care of yourself properly right now.”
Woonghee slowly raised his eyes. Both cheeks were colored like ripe summer strawberries. The rims of his eyes were so red they looked like cherry tomatoes plucked and stuck right on.
His gaze tangled with his.
“The smell is vibrating.”
He tapped the bridge of his nose that rose high like a steeple, not knowing the sky.
“It hurts my nose so much.”
Woonghee clenched his fists tight. His elbows, which had pushed through his pure white skin and popped out, dyed pink, trembled.
“……”
“Director Hwang has his eyes burning to fuck Woonghee-ssi.”
The man plunged his large hand into the stream and scooped up water, then swept up the hair that had fallen onto his forehead with one hand. Thick streams of water flowed down over his deeply contoured features. Water droplets slithered down his features like snakes. The man took that moisture with his smooth tongue.
“…Don’t ignore what I’m saying.”
Then he even put on his watch perfectly. As if he wouldn’t tolerate even an inch of dishevelment, he set it at an angle, then washed his hands once more in the valley stream.
All his actions were extremely compulsive. The way he even set an order and controlled his attire to an eerie degree.
Perhaps that man doesn’t wear a watch to check the time. Maybe he just can’t forgive his outfit being disheveled.
“But I’m starting to understand that feeling a bit. It’s an impression I’ve never felt in my life.”
What kind of great mental empathy did he have to praise himself so much like that? Over such a low-grade impulse at that.
On this island, the only alphas are that Director Hwang, or this Managing Director Gi. The lineup is fucking… When their cycles come, it’ll truly be a living hell.
“I heard you’re Lee Ijun’s sponsor.”
Aaah, ah, aaah, you fuck, you bastard, aah!
Even in this moment, terrible moans continued. The longer you stay here, the more your sanity gets devoured. It’s a deserted island where only instinct remains. If you want to remain human until the end, you have to endure.
But who on earth is the person having se-sex with Lee Ijun right now?
…Don’t tell me, is it Director Hwang?
“Me?”
He leisurely tilted his chin. As if he’d heard the most ridiculous nonsense.
“No.”
Frowning one eyebrow deeply and twisting one corner of his mouth, he was soaked in an ominous shadow that could be either mockery or seduction.
“I told you, didn’t I? I really hate dirty things.”
Ah, ahhh, ah, ah, crazy, you fucking bastard, thrust it properly, fuck! The shrill moaning grew more and more intense. In sync with it, Managing Director Gi leisurely wagged his index finger. Just like conducting an orchestra.
Soon the moaning that had been flowing out like a beast’s cry stopped abruptly.
“Ah, looks like it’s already over.”
The man muttered quite disappointedly.
“Big Hyung is always a bit fast. Really fast at everything.”
Big Hyung, it’s a name he’s hearing for the first time, but is he perhaps talking about the man’s subordinate?
“Hnngh…”
The next moment, a strange moan was heard. Swish, Woonghee’s transparent eyes that resembled light brown glass beads turned.
And he witnessed it.
A filthy cock was being pulled out between the thick grass. Squelch, spurting sticky semen as it popped out, with studs embedded in the dark red shaft making it bumpy with things protruding here and there, and at the end was a sunflower bloomed.
A tattoo of a ferocious tiger roaring with its mouth wide open was engraved across the entire cock.
“Cr-crazy…”
Woonghee’s face turned bright red. It was a complexion that looked like the skin of a ripe peach had been gently peeled off with fingernails, strangely revealing the flesh.
Pfft, he heard a pfft laughing sound from the side. At that humid laugh, Woonghee’s head whipped around.
“Is it good?”
Having asked that. Without even listening to Woonghee’s answer, he added in a confident tone, “It’s quite unexpected.”
“Your complexion looks like cheap gum that’s been chewed up and spit out.”
The man smiled splendidly while spewing dog-like words from his mouth.
“I looked into Woonghee-ssi’s body movements. Going around to construction sites, convenience store part-time jobs, loading and unloading, chicken delivery part-time jobs, nightclub tout. Living so hard like that, but didn’t use your body cheaply, is that it?”
Woonghee glared at him. His pupils trembled.
Yes, he did write that content on his resume. Does anyone usually remember each and every thing like this? Woonghee was wary of him, who remembered information in such an eerily detailed way.
Finally, the words that burst out next were:
“You never fucked even once with that guy you were with in the Philippines? I thought you’d obviously give it to him.”
How on earth should he take this? Not only does he know about the accommodation where he stayed in Cebu, but he even knows the landlord’s son Tula?
“You seemed to protect him so much, I thought you had a special relationship.”
That wouldn’t be written on the resume!
“How on earth did Managing Director-nim…”
Woonghee’s smooth, long eyebrows narrowed.
“Don’t tell me you investigated my background?”
The man raised that distinctive eyebrow of his. Very thick eyebrows. Thick enough that you could immediately see that expression even in a dark forest. He didn’t say no. He affirmed with silence.
“Why?”
Why on earth? Setting aside how creepy it was, enough to make every cell stand on end, pure curiosity surged up.
Wasn’t he a busy person with no time to spare? Why did he dig into the background of someone like me? Just an insignificant omega who wouldn’t yield much even if you shook him down completely.
“You’re my person.”
Then the answer that came back was absurd. Because the tone was exactly like, ‘you’re mine, so shouldn’t I know about you?’
“You’re staff making my film.”
“I’m just a stuntman, aren’t I?”
A colony of ants whose existence or non-existence doesn’t matter at all. That was the life of a stuntman.
“Woonghee-ssi, do you remember when I first saw you?”
Woonghee didn’t give an answer. But the man must already know the answer. It was when they were filming the worst of the worst, a vicious scene.
That day, Woonghee had a wire attached to his back.
He had to narrowly avoid an onrushing sports car and do a turn in the air.
It was a considerably dangerous scene. Even when the staff said to do CG processing, the director said let’s just go with it. Saying it costs a lot of money and wouldn’t look realistic.
Woonghee narrowly dodged the car. Then he had to get on the bike. Oh no, the wire snapped.
And so he rolled and tumbled in the middle of the road.
‘Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing!’
The scene became a complete chaos. His entire body was in pain as if it had been ground to bone dust.
‘Ugh, ughhh…’
Suffering from the pain that washed over him like a wave, he threw off his helmet. Woonghee gritted his teeth and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
‘Hey, hey, the bike, check the bike’s condition!’
Their eyes met through the people clinging to the bike worth hundreds of millions to check its condition.
With this man before him.
At some point, he had been mixed among the people, staring at him. Eyes that were gloomy yet sharp as if they would cut.
Or like an evil spirit whose silhouette was only faintly revealed in pitch-black gray smoke. Anyone would have thought he was a loan shark who came to collect money.
‘Let’s just go. You said there’s no time.’
His breathing became labored, and his vision spun. The thought that he couldn’t endure anymore circled round and round in his mind. ‘I have to go, I have to go quickly.’ Woonghee threw himself onto the bike while muttering those words like a spell.
Yes, you were there then.
“Yes, I remember.”
“I was going to put Woonghee-ssi in Season 2.”
…But? Woonghee wanted to ask. Does that become a reason to investigate my background? Whenever he tried to exchange even a few words with this man, he felt like he was falling into a swamp. It was as if thick stems stretching out from the marsh were tightly constricting his windpipe.
Does this make sense? Without even asking for his own opinion. It was beyond absurd to the point of being ridiculous.
“What kind of non-…”
It was when Woonghee was about to hurl out a question.
