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“You seem too worried, but marijuana is also used medicinally. Did you know that tobacco is actually more addictive and worse for your body? Yet tobacco is sold openly on the streets, which is ridiculous. Our Young Master doesn’t need to worry about anything. Just smoke this one joint like you would a cigarette, and we’ll get along better. We could even do more enjoyable things.”
The man’s voice whispering in my ear was gentle, but strangely chilling. It sounded like the cry of a beast clutching my body, deliberating which part to devour first.
“N-no, please. I want to leave. This is wrong, isn’t it? Father will punish me if he finds out. I want to leave. Please let me go.”
Should I hit him? The others were already high on drugs, and this man was the only one sober. Maybe I could punch him and run away. But there was a high possibility that I’d be caught by the man before I could even reach the front door and face some serious retaliation.
I pretended to be the Omega Young Master, just as the man suggested. I made a delicate and fragile face, put on a frightened expression, and hunched my shoulders. Since I was actually somewhat scared of the man, it wasn’t difficult to pretend.
Don’t I look weak enough that he’d just want to intimidate me? Just warn and threaten me, then throw me out. Being in this situation made me feel so frustrated I wished he would just kick me out.
“Is this your style? The others must have liked it. With that face while leaking pheromones, I bet it worked well.”
The man brought his nose close to my neck, sniffing and whispering. I felt like the hair from my nape to the crown of my head was standing on end.
Damn these pheromones. Go back in. This is not the time for you to flow out. I wished they would choose their time and place, but the man seemed to have already noticed, as his grip on my shoulder tightened.
“Let’s smoke this joint and have a good time, Young Master. I’m really getting turned on.”
The man finally put the lit marijuana joint in my mouth and commanded me to inhale. After I inhaled the smoke and held it in my mouth before exhaling, the man clicked his tongue.
“Listen to me while I’m still being nice. It’s better than starting with something stronger that you can’t quit, and later begging for drugs while sucking my cock. Of course, I wouldn’t mind having another customer.”
“That bastard is always like that. Such an annoying fucker.”
My second brother, who seemed to have reached his climax after panting and moaning, interjected with a slightly drowsy voice. His intensified pheromones, along with a pungent smell, stung my nose. I felt like I was suffocating from the Alpha pheromones attacking me from the front and side.
“Sometimes I get so annoyed I want to kill him. That bastard, and that male prostitute clinging to father, …and that fucking Cha Baekju too. Why won’t they just die? If only an elevator would fall or a blind car would hit them, how nice would that be?”
“Right?” my second brother asked, cackling with laughter. The man who was bent over the table, taking my brother’s member and moving his hips, reflexively laughed along. Seeing their half-glazed eyes, it seemed they had also smoked with my brother.
My head started to hurt. I wanted to escape from here.
“You’re letting it all burn up. I’m trying to be nice to you, so why won’t you listen? I can understand when a client acts up, but when other bastards do it, it pisses me off.”
The man complained while smoking the half-burnt joint. Every time he exhaled smoke, the air around him became hazy like fog.
Should I run when this guy gets high? A drug dealer probably has tried drugs himself, and he likely has built up a tolerance so marijuana wouldn’t affect him much.
“I’ll treat you well, I’m telling you. If we smoke these and fuck, it’ll be better than heaven.”
“…I don’t need heaven.”
I’d rather stay in this world even if I have to roll around in a dog shit field. I’ve never dreamed of heaven, nor do I want it.
I pushed away the man’s hand from my shoulder, took a joint from the case, and put it in my mouth. I lit it deliberately in front of him, took a drag, and blew the smoke onto his face.
Just once. I’ll close my eyes, smoke this one joint, and then get out of here. Let’s escape this hellish place and never accompany the second son again.
“I’m not interested in your little stick, so if you’re turned on, jerk off by yourself. Don’t cling to me. Your smell is disgusting.”
“Wow, Young Master has quite a temper. That’s also my type. Don’t make people uncomfortable; if you’d been like this from the start, it would have been so much better.”
The man chuckled as he extinguished the joint that had burned down to the end by pressing it on the table. Leaning his body against the sofa armrest, he looked back and forth between my second brother and me with a pleased expression.
Was he thinking, those trash brothers are smoking drugs together, so that family is ruined? Or maybe he was thinking, our clients are gathered here smoking drugs happily together, how rewarding?
“After the accident, he changed completely into a psycho. He became crazy. Not knowing his place. Makes me want to kill him.”
My brother put emphasis on the word “kill” as he thrust hard into the man bent over in front of him, who let out a scream.
“I want to kill him. I want to kill him, damn it. Cha Baekju. Should I kill him?”
Crazy psychopath. This is why drugs are dangerous. You can’t predict what they’ll say or do. Emotional, impulsive, violent—drug addicts are like volcanoes that could erupt at any time.
I took one last drag and extinguished the butt. Now let’s get out of here. Let me catch my breath for a moment and go home. Since my second brother was staying, I couldn’t ask his driver to take me, so I would have to call Lee Gyeongjin.
I looked up at the ceiling, organizing my thoughts. The wood pattern appeared strangely distorted. The wooden ceiling, which had been wriggling in various ways, twisted into geometric shapes.
“I could just push him with a car and be done with it. It could be covered up as an accident. It’s the easiest way.”
My second brother’s nonsense was still continuing. That crazy bastard, Alpha Father should see him like this. Even if he were an only child rather than the second son, a person like him should not inherit the hospital or wealth. He would sell even the main pillars of the house for drug money.
Why does he live so exhaustingly? In such a good world, on such a good day, when I’m feeling so good. I took a deep breath and exhaled, and the tension that had stiffened my body gradually eased.
“If I say it was an accident, Father will believe it. It wouldn’t be the first time, so he’d think it happened again. You know that look Father always gives me. Looking down at me with those eyes, thinking ‘what a hopeless son.’ But so what? If Cha Baekju just disappears, I’ll be the only one left. Whether he’s disappointed in me, hates me, or despises me! I’ll be the only one left.”
“…Not the first time? What… isn’t the first time?”
I slowly tilted my head and asked. The second son in front of me spun along with my vision.
“Before, a long time ago… I pushed as many as two guys with a car. That’s when Father started to see me as a troublemaker. If he’s going to be like that, he shouldn’t have covered it up.”
The second son gritted his teeth and punched the back of the man moving his hips.
“Tighten up. I said tighten up, fuck. You slut.”
How small must his cock be for an asshole to feel loose? That’s a place that feels tight even with just a finger. Thinking about that, I laughed imagining a toothpick-like cock.
“Those garbage beggars were walking in front of the car, so I just pushed them. The feeling of them bursting with a ‘crack.’ Gurgling blood… you should have seen it. It was fucking awesome.”
For some reason, I felt like I was about to cry from sadness, yet at the same time, I was so happy my heart could burst. I couldn’t explain this dual emotion.
As I made a strange sound that was a mix of laughter and crying while my shoulders shook, the man next to me put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, “Shh.”
“It’s not bad enough to cry about. It might be scary the first time, but it’s really a good feeling. Just relax your body and enjoy it, Young Master. Should I help you a bit?”
The man bit my earlobe with his teeth, sucked on my neck, and his hand crept inside my clothes. I got goosebumps on my skin from the sensation, like ants crawling all over me. The pounding music turned into musical notes, making me dizzy.
“I’m leaving.”
I pushed the man’s shoulder with difficulty and got up from the sofa.
“Geez. Stubborn until the end.”
“I did what you wanted. So don’t hold me back. I’ll kill you.”
Yes, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you and that bastard too. I giggled looking down at my second brother, who was mounting the man like a beast, thrusting his cock.
I want to smash that head. I want to crush all his bones and make him crawl like a mollusk. I want to cut off his toothpick cock and stuff it down his throat to shut his mouth.
The pleasant fantasy unfolded in front of me like a 3D movie. In my vision, Cha Donghu was dismembered and died dozens, hundreds of times.
“Young Master!”
My second brother’s driver, who discovered me staggering out, approached in surprise.
The gravel under my feet whispered. It churned, trying to overturn my feet and pull my body down. I lifted one foot and hopped around, then lost my balance and fell, but the driver caught and held me.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
“…I want to go home.”
“I’ll contact Driver Lee.”
“No, …I don’t want to go home.”
“Let’s sit down for now.”
The driver opened the back door of my second brother’s car and pushed me in, letting out a sigh. A sweet smell tickled my face.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
