He couldn’t think straight at all. It felt like his brain was being gnawed at bit by bit.
“Hurry and lay him down, lay him down!”
“He must’ve been bitten by a snake. What do we do… Woonghee-ssi is really too pitiful. How can a person have such bad luck?”
“What’s pitiful about it, humans all die anyway…”
The intermittently broken voices didn’t reach Woonghee’s ears at all.
But.
“Ahng…”
But really. Where on earth were these lewd moans that would only come out of porn flowing from?
The monthly rental room in Cebu where Woonghee lived cramped up. Moans always flowed there.
‘Ah, ahng, ang, aheung!’
Because the landlord with a jiggling belly dragged in cheap Omegas every night. Vulgar moans flowing along the walls. Woonghee covered Jjokko’s small ears like dumplings. On days that seemed too much, he’d carry Jjokko on his back and walk around the neighborhood three times.
Fuck, he thought it was that landlord going crazy in heat again.
“Ah…”
What was this? These filthy moans were bursting out from none other than his own mouth.
“Shi…”
Curses burst out between Woonghee’s slightly parted lips. It was profanity mixed with lewd moans.
Ah, aah… He trembled his waist and kept spitting out excited moans.
Why, why was his body doing this?
His whole body heated up. His brain boiled so much he couldn’t come to his senses.
Memories slowly returned to his head that felt like it had been beaten into drowsiness.
Right, fuck, I got bitten by a sea snake.
Director Hwang had pushed the terrified Assistant Director hyung off the raft. And the startled Assistant Director hyung grabbed Woonghee’s ankle like a water ghost…
‘Uh, uheok…!’
Woonghee got dragged in as is. And splash, in the sea he fell into, there was a snake wriggling through the seawater rushing at him.
Fuuuck.
His luck was really fucking terrible. Just like him who’d break his nose if he fell backward since childhood, he was ending things quite wretchedly.
Was he dead this time? Was it really the end? No, but if that were the case, his body was getting too hot. Don’t you usually grow cold when you die?
Besides, what the hell was so fucking sloppy? It felt like seaweed tangling together. On top of that, slurp, sluurp, slurp… He even heard watery sounds.
“Tula…”
Tula, you son of a bitch. Is it you again? You’re not even a hamster in heat. Why can’t you control your sexual desire when you’re just a Beta?
At first, it started with smelling the blanket.
‘What, you?’
It was the middle of the night. Suddenly, the area under his legs felt empty. In the muggy weather, it felt like the damp blanket was pressing down on him. Suddenly, wasn’t cool air piercing through his crotch?
When he opened his eyes in surprise. A pitch-black shadow was in front of him. Tula was burying his face in his blanket. Woonghee asked nonchalantly.
‘Why? Does the blanket smell like piss?’
He was about to say that Jjokko had an accident last night while sleeping. But Tula hurriedly grabbed his waistband and left the room.
‘That crazy bastard, did he eat something wrong?’
Why was he suddenly acting like that? He wondered if the blanket really smelled that musty.
The guy’s strange behavior didn’t stop there.
[Yesterday my friend asked me. Did Woong give birth to Jjokko?]
‘I don’t know which fucking bastard it is, but tell them not to go around spouting such nonsense.’
[I guess he thought since the three of us are together, I’m the dad and Woong is the mom.]
‘Be quiet. Before I shove my fist in your mouth.’
What was with the useless additions? Woonghee was dumbfounded and incredulous. He wondered if this bastard harbored some dirty feelings for him.
After that, whenever he had a chance, the guy would try to take off his pants to look at his hole or rub his dick head.
But Woonghee wasn’t one to be taken advantage of obediently. He blocked all attempts sharply and beat the guy up. Punches weren’t enough, so he kicked too. He mercilessly stomped on the guy’s lower belly with his knee.
He thought that would be enough for him to understand. He thought the young crazy bastard was just being immature. He wondered if he’d lost it during puberty.
…Was it two days later? That bastard was burying his face in his own underwear hung on the clothesline.
No, fuck, could that even be arousing? It was so worn out it needed to be patched up with holes. He’s a Beta bastard who can’t even smell pheromones, so why the hell?
He wanted to throw away that garbage house and run away, but Jjokko weighed on his mind.
That small kid who only came up to his belly button. The child named Jjokko because she liked chocolate milk couldn’t fall asleep without Tula.
Tula, what the hell was that son of a bitch doing bustling around at night? Woonghee hugged Jjokko who was looking for her oppa, soothed her, and heated up milk for her.
It was such a poor house without even a microwave that he had to boil it by hand in a kettle.
[Mom…]
‘Mom? Isn’t mom mommy? You should say bro, not mom, bro.’
[Moom.]
Jjokko, who had no mother, fell asleep on Woonghee’s back, squishing his cheeks.
“Tula…”
You fucking bastard, stop it right now before I kill you. Do you want to do that in a house with a baby?
Will you only come to your senses after getting knocked unconscious by my fist again?
Woonghee’s lips split with a slurp sound. His reddish tongue wiggled. He should threaten that he’d kill him if he touched him.
“Nngh…”
All that burst from his mouth was moans like “Ah, ahng.”
Wasn’t this no different from the moans heard from the next room?
He recalled the eyes of the cheap Omega he encountered while washing up in the bathroom. Black eyeliner was smeared in the eyes, and cheap lingerie was draped provocatively on the body. The skin was glossy and smooth, and while the body line was slender, only the butt was roundly protruding.
[Fuck off, asshole.]
The other side spat out profanity first. It was mutual. He was also unbearably displeased.
It was probably because they looked like they were seeing mirrors of each other. It was an outburst of inferiority thinking that to a third party, he must also be making that face.
And the next moment. Some voice split Woonghee’s head like thunder.
“…Didn’t I say that young bastard never fucked you?”
Who is it? A creepy feeling struck his whole body. Anxiety assaulted his brain.
It wasn’t Tagalog. Tula’s voice was like a blocked voice as if he’d just passed puberty, but that’s too low, isn’t it?
That voice wasn’t Tula’s.
He had to check who it was, who.
Woonghee slowly opened his eyes. His eyelashes curled up stickily. A huge shadow occupying above him like dark clouds.
“…Huk!”
Eyes gleamed in the pitch-black darkness. His crotch was gripped as if breaking wing joints.
Highly raised eye sockets, jet-black eyebrows, even the bridge of his nose rising high like a spire without fear of heaven.
It was Managing Director Gi.
The thought that this person must have dragged him back to this bungalow, that this person must have saved him, disappeared far away.
He couldn’t understand why on earth he was biting his ankle. Wasn’t he just like a carnivorous beast devouring a bone? Of course, even such an appearance didn’t look ravenous on him, but exactly like an elegant predator.
The man’s eyes narrowed lasciviously.
Slurp, sluurp. Making sexy sounds, he sucked in the sensitive skin. Then he spat, ptui. He was sucking out the poison from him.
But why was he making sounds in his throat like he was ravenously enjoying delicious food? While even lewdly licking his lower lip with his tongue.
Actually, from Managing Director Gi’s perspective, there was nothing particularly strange. That’s because Woonghee’s body, its most intimate inside. From the sweat that had accumulated because he couldn’t wash properly being stuck on the island, Lee Woonghee’s scent wafted strongly. A clean and captivating scent that didn’t smell like body odor at all.
“Nngh…”
Sensitive mucous membranes rubbed together. The man’s tongue sucked as if it would swallow everything. Woonghee’s wound, his sensitive skin, his ankle bone…
Woonghee’s two eyes had already loosened languidly. His cappuccino-colored eyelashes trembled. Moist tears formed and flowed down his round cheeks.
“Woonghee-ssi, you’re hard.”
Right, even if the man didn’t tell him, he couldn’t not know. When blood was rushing to his crotch like this. It felt like urine would pour out if someone just poked the urethral opening with a fingernail.
“Do you know what this is?”
The man threw something with a thud on the floor. Woonghee’s dazed gaze was drawn there. It was a suppressant. What Woonghee had been clutching in his palm like a lifeline.
“How is it?”
The man asked. As if testing Woonghee.
If he took that medicine now, he could push away this euphoria pressing down on his brain like dark clouds.
“Do you want that?”
His sinister eyes glanced at the suppressant once.
“Or is it this after all?”
And he gestured once at his lower half.
Woonghee pressed his palm against the floor with a thud. He crawled on all fours like that. Crack, his palm pressed down on the suppressant. The hand that should have grabbed the medicine naturally passed right by it…
And approached the man.
His two eyes blooming with heat were chasing only one thing. The man’s crotch swelling largely. A maddeningly sweet scent was wafting from there.
Woonghee’s small nostrils twitched. Ah, it smelled like sloppy male scent. Gulp, he salivated maddeningly. A maddening thirst arose.
And finally, he was in front of the man.
He stretched his neck and raised his head. The man was looking down at him. In his deeply sunken eye sockets, black darkness was cast…
“Want to suck?”
The corners of his mouth visible below curled up like Satan’s tail.
“Should I take out my cock?”
He asked. Woonghee slowly nodded his head.
He wanted it. That hot, big thing—he wanted it maddeningly.
