Managing Director Gi’s two eyes slowly swept the surroundings. In his jet-black pupils lurked blazing flames burning fiercely.
“Now it’s time to enjoy the feast.”
A strange banquet began. The man welcomed everyone with leisurely and mannered gestures as if he were the host of a splendid party.
From his standpoint, they were sinners who dared to break the rules and caused losses to the common good. Yet to treat them so affectionately without any punishment. He was on the verge of sneering at his own kindness.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Give generous rewards to those who deserve it, and impose appropriate punishment on those who commit sins. He had believed and practiced this way from a distant past he couldn’t even remember when it started. It was nothing less than the great truth that made up the man.
“……”
Director Hwang who dared to frame him for murder, Lee Ijun who spread those fucking rumors, Kim Daesik who tried to backstab him, Paeng Hana who was played by shallow tricks, and even Paeng Hana’s manager who just gets swept up by the surroundings.
This place right now was nothing less than a prison full of trash that was of no help. Of course, he was the king of this place.
However, instead of shackling their ankles, the man mercifully shared food with them.
Ahh. The man sighed inwardly. Had he ever been this altruistic in his life? Even if he turned his entire life upside down, there probably wouldn’t have been such a time.
“Shi-shit, that’s mine, why are you touching it!”
“What are you talking about! I dropped it earlier!”
Look at the vulgar appearance of those people. Their beastly form worse than animals, consumed by hunger and greedily coveting food. They don’t know how to reflect, they don’t know how to express gratitude. They’re just rolling their eyes noisily and watching the man’s mood.
The man felt a nausea he had never felt in his entire life. His stomach churned. His whole body seemed to reject sitting together with these people.
It would be nice if he could accompany this with wine to wash away this greasiness.
But now the only wine he had left was just two bottles. One was celebratory alcohol to drink when he safely escaped from this place, the other when he finally got Lee Woonghee in his grasp.
Then what should he wash away this current unpleasantness with?
“…Excuse me.”
At that moment, a voice that seemed to scratch his ears came from somewhere. A voice that seemed to bite into the man’s skin. All his cells rose up tingling in response. Suddenly the wind that had felt unpleasant approached differently. Though he didn’t know why, he felt refreshed.
It was a gentle breeze cooling the sweat pooled inside his shirt collar.
“Paeng… Hana-ssi.”
At Lee Woonghee’s call, Paeng Hana turned her head sharply. Oil dripped from her long nails gripping the chunk of meat. The woman wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned.
“Woonghee-ssi, do you know this is the first time you’ve called my name?”
The woman’s long nails headed toward Lee Woonghee’s cheek. The man was staring at it without taking his eyes off. Whoosh, the wind blows. Floating grains of sand scratched his eyeball. Even though a stinging pain arose as if rubbed with sandpaper, the man didn’t close his eyelids even once. He was only looking at the image reflected in his retina.
“Please have this. I’m full now…”
Lee Woonghee pushed the chunk of meat that came out as his portion to Paeng Hana. The man’s eyes now traveled down that slender body and headed below. Lee Woonghee’s slim thigh was thickly swollen on one side only.
The pocket is full. Of course it is. Because he shoved several thick chunks of meat in there. Lest the eyes around him catch him. The sight of him stealing with his fur standing on end like a kitten was quite worth watching. It was obvious even without looking where all those things would go.
“……”
It’s a small mouth that fills up tightly even if he just puts his cock in. And currently, all that had gone down that throat was at most two pieces of meat with bones attached.
Lee Woonghee acted as if he were a charity organization, busy taking care of other people’s things even though he had jack shit. At the unpleasantness rising again, the man slowly swept the inside of his mouth with his tongue.
How about cutting down one by one the branches where that brat is staying? At first he’d be relieved thinking ‘Someone must have cut it, right? No, there’s no way that’s true,’ but from the second time he’d be too busy running away in terror.
Or should he just set fire to the whole thing? If he did that, his jewel that must be hiding somewhere would gradually lose its color. Maybe it would melt just like that.
…The Mermaid’s Tears.
Originally, the jewel passed down as an heirloom to the royal family of Brunei was given to the Philippine government as a symbol of diplomatic relations. However, the jewel didn’t stay there long. Because it ended up in the hands of a great thief and wandered the world.
In that process, what had been nothing more than a nameless jewel became the Mermaid’s Tears. It was a name given because everyone who possessed it met a tragic death.
It flowed and flowed until it came into the man’s hands, and by now its value had become tens of billions.
The red-eyed jewel.
If he couldn’t retrieve it in the end… it wouldn’t be bad to let it disappear into the back alleys of history.
The man slowly opened his eyes. He terribly disliked that the jewel, Baekjo, and Lee Woonghee all slipped through his grasp the more he tried to possess them.
The next moment, the man’s refined brow twitched. It was because the pheromone soaked into his nose kneaded his brain. Sure enough. When he turned his head back, he could see Lee Woonghee approaching. He walked over hesitantly, shuffling along.
Unlike usual, it was mixed with the disgusting smell of meat. It was extremely unpleasant. Those miscellaneous smells clinging all over that clean and frugal body. That filthy smell seemed to contaminate Lee Woonghee.
“Here.”
Soon the slender body stopped. It was a position one span’s distance from the man.
Lee Woonghee suddenly held something forward.
“What is this?”
It was well-grilled meat. The man with raised eyebrows asked. Lee Woonghee bit and released his lower lip several times repeatedly before speaking.
“Managing Director-nim hasn’t eaten anything.”
The man looked down at Lee Woonghee without even thinking of accepting it. So what. What kind of game do you want to play with me this time?
I know everything. I know you don’t trust me completely.
“So?”
The man asked, slowly tilting his chin. Lee Woonghee rolled and bit his lower lip. Squeeze—the reddish lips swelled up as if they would burst at any moment.
“…Just.”
Lee Woonghee paused, lowering his eyelashes. What kind of request does he want to make again? If he comes coaxing the man gently with this face, does he think he’ll grant anything like a bastard without a brain?
Then what exactly does Lee Woonghee want right now? The man intended to listen silently.
“Just let’s eat together.”
But the words that followed were something the man hadn’t expected at all. Though he heard the answer with his ears, an error occurred where his head couldn’t interpret it. The man shut his mouth. A shock as if struck on the back of the head was applied to his head.
“…What?”
Lee Woonghee, didn’t you also see me as a monster wearing human skin?
“Here.”
Lee Woonghee placed the meat on a plate made by firmly weaving grass. He grabbed the wrist to hold him back as he tried to leave as if running away.
Lee Woonghee’s two pupils opened wide, and his eyelashes fluttered rapidly like a fleeing bird. Soon both cheeks also flushed reddish. It was an extremely tense expression. His crotch naturally hardened at an expression he’d only make when the man buried his nose in the nape of his neck. Whenever he saw this face, like Pavlov’s dog, his glans dripped drool.
“Thank you.”
The man, wearing a jacket and tie for the first time in a while, decided to enjoy a sumptuous meal. He viciously grabbed the chunk of meat in his fist and shoved it into his mouth. He tore the flesh with his molars and chewed the torn pieces of meat with teeth characteristically hard for an Alpha.
You don’t know, do you? That with one glance from you, one gesture, one breath, you’re extending the lifelines of those people and that brat.
“…Ma-Managing Director-nim, this…!”
Lee Woonghee tried to twist and pull his wrist out somehow, but the man had no intention of letting him go. Crunch—he just kept moving his mouth while gripping the slender bone even tighter.
“It’s delicious, Woonghee-ssi.”
He deliberately kept Lee Woonghee standing in front of him and cleanly picked the animal bones. He tossed the whitened bone aside. He even elegantly wiped his hands on the leaf that was shiny because it was clean.
Woonghee-ssi isn’t that naive either, right? You wouldn’t think I’m keeping that brat alive because I’m a kind man.
Isn’t that right?
He’ll surely be curious. Why exactly is he sparing those people? Even if he rolls his round eyeballs around, he won’t be able to find the answer.
The reason, in fact, even the man himself couldn’t know. Just… his heart was moved by one insignificant remark. He felt like going along with it a little.
‘You’re a kind person.’
Ridiculous words. Obviously a lie. However, he was curious.
Could there be room for him to wedge into that weak heart?
The man’s chewing that had been mechanically chomping food gradually slowed. Because a fundamental question suddenly came to his broken brain.
Why do I want to enter Lee Woonghee’s heart? …Lee Woonghee probably doesn’t even know my three-letter name.
When that thought occurred, an irresistible impulse arose. It was a truly sudden desire that even he found bewildering.
“Woonghee-ssi.”
Lee Woonghee’s large eyeball fixed on him. The man faced his own face reflected in the clear pupils.
Why Lee Woonghee should know his name, why that was important—such things didn’t matter.
“What’s my name?”
He just wanted to ask.
