The tropical nights of Southeast Asia…
It’s a heat that literally suffocates you. Your head gets boiled like steamed meat. Armpits, the backs of your knees—sticky sweat pools everywhere. A place reeking with filthy, squalid stench.
– The call cannot be connected and will be forwarded to voicemail after the beep. You will be charged for this call. Beep….
“…Hey, you fucking bastard.”
Give me back my thirty million won!! Give it back, give it back, give it baaack…. A ghastly echo reverberated.
He had to send the money by midnight tonight, but that bastard went into hiding. He swore he’d give it no matter what happened, even if a knife was at his throat, by today.
Director Hwang wasn’t answering his phone and had fled from the lodging. He packed everything up, down to his underwear, and made a run for it.
…This is ridiculous, this can’t be happening. How much ass-kissing did I do all this time?
Working as that damn stuntman, both his mind and body were thoroughly wrecked.
No matter how hard he worked himself to death, it was like pouring water into a bottomless jar. Because money leaked out constantly after buying Omega suppressants.
“…….”
And the real problem was his younger sister. His sister Woongju was a half-wit Beta. She was only fifteen years old. Her eyes, ears, and respiratory system weren’t good. She lived with expensive medicine that wasn’t covered by insurance constantly in her mouth.
Woonghee’s life was, of course, dumped into the gutter. He lived with triangle kimbap in his mouth, and when holes burst through his underwear and socks, he lived patching them up with needle and thread.
…But even a mouse hole has its day in the sun, they say.
Finally, an injection that changes an Omega’s traits came out. If he just got that shot, he too could become a Beta. It required thirty million won, but still, he was grateful.
Because he’d get paid for the stunt work!
He thought that now he too could work at a decent company, receive a monthly salary, get married, and have kids like rabbits.
All of that.
It all turned into bubbles and disappeared.
…Because of Director Hwang, that bastard.
If he doesn’t pay the clinical trial fee by today, his spot moves on. There are no less than ten thousand people, ten thousand, waiting in line hoping to get just one drop of that.
“…Damn it.”
Damn it, damn it….
Woonghee curled up his body. Is this how he’s going to collapse? What should he say to Woongju, who’s waiting with her hands clasped together?
That oppa acted like an idiot and blew the opportunity? That she’ll just have to live as an Omega forever?
Should he just jump into that ocean and die? Then at least insurance money would go to Woongju….
‘Oppa! For this birthday, to celebrate you becoming a Beta, I’ll buy you sweet potato pizza, large size!’
Woongju’s voice rang in his head. Every time Woongju’s birthday came around, he’d shabby set up a birthday table with discarded items from the convenience store, barely worthy of being called an oppa. But even at that, Woongju would smile brightly at him, going “hehe.”
“Fuck, you pathetic bastard….”
Could there be such a stupid fool in the whole world? Thinking about dying and leaving behind a young little sister in this world.
Let’s not do this, he needs to snap out of it. Woonghee kicked off the ground and stood up. His round eyes glinted.
Right, now that it’s come to this, it’s do or die.
They said there’s a party tonight. The film production company president went big to celebrate finishing the movie.
…He’s going to crash that party. He’ll rob all the rich people’s wallets and steal all their money.
Or at least, he’ll ruin that damn party completely.
What’s so scary about causing just that kind of scene? He’s a guy who’s already made up his mind to die.
“I’ll kill them all.”
He swiftly jumped onto the bike saddle. Vroom. The illegally tuned used bike roared and spat fire.
***
How long had he been riding like that?
Bang, boom! Brilliant fireworks embroidered the night sky. Below it, a massive cruise ship was planted right there. Screech, the bike came to a rough stop.
“Hey, wait a minute!”
Immediately, a thick hand blocked his way. From the back of the hand to the forearm, pitch-black snakes wriggled and flowed. A violent and crude atmosphere vulgarly dripped from his entire body.
“Could you show me your invitation?”
The thug bastard bent his waist at a precise 90-degree angle. Thick layers of fat jiggled at the back of his neck.
“It’s just a procedural check. There are so many flies swarming around. Please understand with a generous heart, VIP-nim.”
This is fucking serious, there’s no other way to break through…. Woonghee hesitantly stuck his hand into his leather jacket pocket.
“Here.”
What he pulled out all crumpled up was, surprisingly, an invitation. The muscle-head quickly snatched it up.
“Thank you.”
His slit eyes glared at the invitation from every angle. It looked exactly like a drug-sniffing dog going sniff sniff smelling around. Fucked, I’m fucked, really…. Thump thump, Woonghee’s heart burned pitch black.
‘Fuck, what if I get caught….’
That was actually something Woongju made illegally. Otaku Woongju was good with computers in various ways, and made it copying the invitation Lee Ijun posted on SNS.
Why aren’t they saying anything? Why are they just exchanging glances among themselves like that? D-don’t tell me they noticed something strange?
And at the same time.
The muscle-heads were completely thrown into confusion.
What the hell is this ecologically disruptive species? That face, name, and body are all completely unfamiliar. And on top of that, isn’t he wearing some fucking helmet?
But the body visible underneath is so slender….
The glimpses of his white nape, wrists, and ankles were quite thin and looked alluring, but his thighs and buttocks had sleek, smooth muscles attached and looked quite plump. He was perfect eye candy. Is this what they call these days, what, an influencer or something?
“So does it work or not?”
From beyond the pitch-black helmet, the corners of his eyes showed alluringly. His eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and in his pupils a reddish energy lingered, giving off an alluring innocent purity.
He looked like a rich house cat who buys every grain of sand at an exorbitant price and shoves it up their asshole, going “kyaaak,” throwing a fit.
“Ah, I’m dying because I don’t have time.”
And then he primly lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes even gleamed. The sweat droplet falling from the tip of his nose was sweet like tears shed by an angel.
‘Uh, fuck, this….’
The muscle-heads trembled and fell into the same thought. Could this be a second that the higher-ups keep around? They worried that if they rashly turned him away, their own necks might fly off. Hurriedly, the muscle-heads all bowed their heads in unison.
“Have a pleasant time!”
Yes…! Inwardly cheering, Woonghee quickly moved his feet.
With a whoosh, the door opened. Bang, boom, boom! Brilliant fireworks burst and embroidered the night sky. Bang, crash! Club music savagely pounded on the eardrums. People walked around swaying like zombies, nearly naked.
A massive pool was planted right in the center. Inside it, amber liquid sluggishly sloshed around. Probably alcohol…. It seemed to be alcohol.
“Wow, these crazy people for real…. Money must be rotting away.”
A world where everyone wore just a thread precariously. In a helmet as pitch-black as an orca’s hide and a pitch-black leather jacket, Woonghee, armed in black all over his body, stood out instead.
Whistle! Vulgar whistles were blown here and there making a commotion. Plus sexual harassment was a bonus.
“Pretty thing, looks like you like riding things?”
One female Alpha even pulled down her sunglasses below her nose and blatantly scanned Woonghee’s body from top to bottom. With wavy hair cascading down to her waist, she coyly winked one eye.
“Want me to let you ride on my boat?”
It was Paeng Hana, the female supporting actress. Thwang, she provocatively plucked the panty line of her bright red bikini with her finger, and the inside that should be kept secretly covered showed precariously.
“Th-that woman’s crazy….”
Woonghee’s round cheeks froze up like frozen soft tofu. Even his slender nape turned bright red.
“I-I’m… not good at that kind of thing.”
If it were a Beta man, he would’ve knocked them down, and if it were an Alpha man, he would’ve properly handled them with his fists, but with a woman, he had absolutely no idea what to do.
“You’re not even a virgin, so why are you like this? Let’s have fun together, yeah?”
Finding it amusing that he was acting like an idiot, the woman laughed herself breathless, bending at the waist going “kekeke.”
“N-no…. No, I said no.”
He backed away stealthily like a brainless moron. As he hurriedly fled like that, hands of evil reached out from here and there. They kneaded his thigh like rice cake, and licked his nape with their tongue. I-it tickles…. Woonghee barely escaped while hunching his shoulders up.
“No, I said no, I have things to do…!”
It was really completely chaotic. It felt exactly like cicadas screeching from all directions. While wandering around lost among the humans, thump, he bumped shoulders with someone.
“Sor-sor….”
The moment he tried to say “sorry,” Woonghee’s nose and mouth were completely blocked. Because of the rough pheromones pressing intensely into his lungs.
“Careful.”
As if possessed by something, he slowly lifted his head. A tremendously large person was casting a pitch-black shadow over his face. His lips murmured.
“Omega?”
A hot flame shattered and crashed down all over his body.
