N | Chapter 1.6

Saul’s nasty hobby, born from a lack of stimulation in life. It was the reason he hadn’t devoured the cat that had rolled in, even though he had been searching for it for so long.

‘It might take a while since he’s so guarded…….’

Saul exhaled smoke. But there was enough reason to put in the effort. Such a mouth-watering item wasn’t common.

Saul’s gaze reached beyond the slowly brightening cityscape. His light brown irises, reflecting the dawn, glowed red.

Back at home, Horan suddenly felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom.

“Ugh, blegh!”

As soon as he opened the toilet lid, the contents poured out.

Broken soju bottles, the sticky smell of blood, the grip on his arm, the low voice, the smell of burnt tobacco. So much had happened in half a day that it was unbelievable, and each scene was nauseating.

“Haa…….”

After retching until his stomach hurt, Horan finally came to his senses and slumped to the floor. Then he suddenly looked at what he was holding.

[Kim Saul]

It was that man’s business card. He had gotten involved with something terrible. Horan thought about tearing the card into pieces and flushing it down with the vomit, but instead, he crumpled it and threw it in the trash.

‘My body hurts.’

The muscles that had been tensed from anxiety were screaming. Lying down on the bed as if collapsing, Horan looked at the morning sunlight coming through the small window.

‘I wonder if the boss…… is hurt badly.’

He had been bullied a lot because he was an orphan and had been involved in fights, but he had never seen someone get hurt like this.

Fortunately, Saul had only gone for his face. He had moved before losing consciousness, so he was probably okay. Probably.

‘What if he reports it?’

Suddenly, that thought crossed his mind. He was just a victim, and it was Saul who hit him, but on the surface, weren’t they accomplices?

Moreover, he didn’t know anything about Saul, but the boss knew his phone number, name, and even his address.

“Ha…… damn.”

With a headache coming on, he eventually sat up. If the boss came for revenge, he’d just take the beating until he was satisfied. But what if he really reported it?

‘Should I apologize by text? Or should I explain over the phone first-‘

While he was contemplating in front of his phone, a new message popped up on the screen.

[Prepare 20 million won for settlement.]

It was the boss.

“Ah…….”

All the blood in his body went cold. Before he could even organize his thoughts, the thing he had feared happened. Horan opened the chat window to reply, but his fingers trembled, making it hard to type.

In that brief moment, a new message came up.

[Do you not care about living as a criminal?]

He had been desperately holding on, wanting to live an ordinary life, so there was no way he didn’t care.

Growing anxious, Horan lifted the box under the hanger. He turned it upside down, spilling out all the bills, then threw the empty box aside and started counting the money.

“Not even close.”

Should he borrow from Haechan? The thought crossed his mind, but he couldn’t call now after cutting off contact out of inferiority, especially not for settlement money.

But where on earth could he get that money? Even if he worked without sleeping, it was an amount he couldn’t touch.

Sitting in a corner with his knees up, he buried his face in his palms. The ordinary life the world demanded was so difficult it was practically urging him to die.

Where did my life go wrong? When I was sent to the orphanage? When my mom started using drugs?

Just as he was about to be dragged down to endless depths, a certain smell lingered at the tip of his nose.

‘This smell…….’

The smell of a metal pipe mixed with burnt tobacco- no, the smell of blood was Saul’s scent.

“Business card!”

With a sudden thought, he ran into the bathroom. Pulling the business card from the trash, Horan was thankful he hadn’t flushed it down earlier, yet he doubted whether this was truly a lifeline.

‘You’ll make over ten million won a month.’

Two months meant over twenty million won. If he just delivered money for two months, he’d have more than enough to cover the settlement and deposit. Plus, Saul had clearly said he could quit after two months.

However, holding the phone, Horan repeatedly dialed and erased the number.

For an ordinary life, he needed to prepare the settlement money, and to do that, he had no choice but to seek him out. Yet, he had an ominous feeling that getting more deeply involved with Saul would mean never living an ordinary life again.

While Horan was cornered, contemplating his only option, Saul was alone with Yoonsung in his office.

“I threatened him with a settlement of about 20 million, but there’s no response yet.”

Yoonsung, who had sent a message using a spare phone to the bar owner’s number, looked at the silent phone, even though the read receipt had disappeared.

“It’s already been a day…… Should I send it again?”

What if Horan went to apologize directly to the man? What if he got scared and reported it to the police? Unlike Yoonsung, who wanted to push before any variables arose, Saul, with his legs on the desk, leisurely blew out cigarette smoke.

“An orphan with no one to turn to and only pride, what can he do? He’ll come on his own, so just wait.”

Saul was confident that Horan would contact him soon.

“But isn’t the collector job a bit dangerous? It’s about carrying cash, and if someone targeting the money takes it…….”

“If they take it, that’s even better. It means more debt.”

Saul hadn’t become untouchable simply through physical strength. He knew how to provoke and manipulate others by becoming the most wicked and dangerous presence. Plus, he had a natural cruelty.

He was waiting for Horan to take one step into the intricate web and then lift the other foot, entering the web on his own.

‘Then Lee Horan will be devoured before he even realizes what he’s caught in.’

Yoonsung shook his head, seemingly overwhelmed by Saul’s dark intentions. How did I end up with this crazy guy……. While he was sympathizing with Horan, whom he had never met, a knock was heard.

“Oh my, Director Jang, you’re here too?”

Soon, a woman with a curvy figure entered, acknowledging Yoonsung.

All of Saul’s sex partners were acquainted with Yoonsung. Regardless of gender, there were limited people who could match Saul’s sadistic tendencies.

“Sajang-nim, I’ll take my leave.”

Avoiding the woman’s suggestive gaze, Yoonsung bowed to Saul and left.

“How cute. Still such a prude.”

The woman, waving her hand at Yoonsung’s back, took off her dress. She seemed used to being in her underwear outside, even when the sun hadn’t set.

“Sajang-nim~ Why haven’t you called me lately? I almost got upset.”

She approached coquettishly, pouting her red lips.

Saul lowered his legs from the desk, looking at the woman kneeling before him. Then, as if waiting, her face nestled between them.

“Haa- Are you going to finish in my mouth today?”

The woman, rubbing her face against the masculine-smelling groin, breathed heavily. Saul slapped her cheek at the sight of her wiggling her hips without doing anything.

“I told you to ask, not to beg.”

“Mm- Please finish in my mouth.”

The woman’s eyes glazed over blissfully at the stinging cheek.

“Make me finish.”

As soon as Saul gave permission, she started undoing his pants buckle, not caring if her nail decorations got damaged.

Saul looked down at the woman greedily sucking the thing inside his briefs.

Come to think of it, this woman also had a time when she was innocent. He couldn’t remember how they met, but she was living an ordinary life and didn’t seem to have any intention of selling her body like now.

Then she showed interest in him, so he coaxed her gently and taught her various things, resulting in her now sucking his erect penis frantically. Everyone who pined for him was like that.

He grabbed the woman’s hair as she moved up and down with his penis in her mouth. He couldn’t hide his disappointment. What slipped through his fingers should have been Horan’s jet-black, soft hair, not her dyed brown hair.

What kind of face would Horan make when completely surrendered to the pleasure of the body? Saul wanted to see Horan’s endlessly broken appearance.

At that moment,

Bzzz-

The phone on the desk vibrated. It was an unknown number, but Saul instinctively knew it was Horan.

His pupils narrowed instantly, and his heart, which usually beat slowly, pounded heavily in his chest. But he answered the call, pretending to be calm.

“Hello.”

Hearing the nervous voice over the receiver, he couldn’t hide his rising smile.

“Who is this?”

Saul acted as if he didn’t know, even though he knew it was Horan and why he was calling.

Hearing Horan’s voice made blood rush downward. The woman seemed to feel it too, as she reflexively bared her teeth at the penis suddenly pushing past her esophagus.

“Oh, that time.”

Saul replied nonchalantly, as if he had just remembered, while roughly grabbing the woman’s hair and pressing down to the scrotum as punishment for baring her teeth.

The woman made a choking sound due to the demanding thrusts. It was interfering with hearing Horan’s voice. To shut her up, he’d have to stop, but he was too aroused by the voice to stop.

Saul smiled silently.

“Does that mean you’ll do it?”

Saul pulled out the penis roughly, placing his fingers on the woman’s lips, which were wet.

Shh, with just a small command, the woman, who hadn’t even caught her breath, closed her mouth. Saul dragged her body and laid her face down on the desk.

He pulled aside her underwear and placed his thing at the entrance of her soaked hole. The woman, who was raising her hips to accept Saul’s thing, screamed shrilly at the unexpected force pushing into her anus.

“Sajang- ah!”

Bang!

Saul slammed the woman’s head onto the desk for making noise.

Horan asked, having heard the noise.

“Oh, I’m in a meeting.”

With no preparation, the relentless thrusting made blood drip from the torn wrinkles. The woman was covering her mouth, more terrified than in pain.

“Come here in an hour.”

“Let’s talk in person.”

After hanging up, Saul threw the phone aside and grabbed the bleeding buttocks, spreading them apart. Horan’s untouched hole would resist even more than this.

“Damn.”

Saul moved his hips quickly, replaying Horan’s voice in his head. The red flesh repeatedly came out and went back in, eventually getting smeared with white.

“Sajang-nim, I, heuh…… I held back my voice. Please, praise me…….”

As the thick thing left her body, the woman exhaled the breath she had been holding. Looking at the woman, who was asking for praise with smudged makeup and disheveled hair, Saul thought she was really ruined and laughed.

“Get out.”

At the cold dismissal, the woman made a tearful face. She knew what would happen if she said more. Eventually, she left, leaking sticky liquid mixed with blood and semen.

Saul looked outside. The cityscape he saw every day seemed particularly refreshing today.

Soon, the cat would come here. Swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth, the tattoo on his neck moved along his Adam’s apple.

Seeing something white makes you want to dirty it, and the desire to leave footprints on untouched snow is something everyone has.

Horan was pure white snow. With a ‘Do not step’ sign in front. So the desire to be the first to step on it and the rebelliousness of wanting to do what you shouldn’t were simultaneous.