As soon as he stepped into the hotel suite, his hair was grabbed. His upper body was slammed down onto the powder room vanity. His pants were stripped off. And he was rammed into just like that.
Kim Minju watched Choi Suho stride toward him across the marble floor of the suite, step by step, and then collapsed limply onto the floor. Semen mixed with blood trickled down onto the floor, but he didn’t even notice—he just dragged it along in a streak as he scrambled backward.
“D-Don’t come closer! Don’t… don’t—!”
Choi Suho, the owner of the hotel, seized Kim Minju by the hair for daring to leave traces in his suite, smashing his head down against the floor as he shouted,
“Fuck, why the hell are you bleeding all over my room, you crazy bastard! Shit, this is exactly why you’re trash! Lick it all up with your mouth. Right now!”
“Ugh… uuaaah…”
As his head was yanked back violently, his neck pulled taut, cold sweat streamed down Kim Minju’s temples. Choi Suho stood there with a cigarette clenched between his lips, blinking his icy eyes as he pressed Kim Minju’s head down hard and said,
“Lick it. Now.”
Then he added,
“Or do you wanna leave this place stuffed in a trash bag?”
Trash belongs in trash bags when it leaves.
***
—Choi Suho is trash.
—Even so, I’ll confirm it with my own eyes before I start handling the job.
At those words, what kind of expression had Do Si-in worn, the man who’d lost everything to Choi Suho except his money? He’d sneered, as if asking, Is that really necessary?
Jang Jisu—no, Ji Haesu, the owner of “We take care of everything!”—loosened the tightly knotted gray hotelier’s tie around his neck and lightly tilted his head from side to side.
So it really was “necessary.” Just like he’d heard—pure trash.
Still, it was a step that had to be taken. Sometimes, among those who commissioned revenge, there were people who exaggerated things that had never even happened. And that could derail the entire job. That was something absolutely unacceptable in his line of work.
Ji Haesu—he was someone who carried out revenge on behalf of others. If someone had suffered damage worth one, he repaid exactly one. He wasn’t someone who gave back two. If he did that, the karmic backlash would come back to him.
No matter how despicable a person might be, everyone had their own philosophy, their own boundary. This was Ji Haesu’s. He returned exactly as much as was requested. No more, no less.
If someone had been stabbed to death in the abdomen, he stabbed that exact spot and killed them. If someone had been raped, he raped them in the same way. If someone had suffered school violence, he inflicted equivalent violence in return—or exposed them as a perpetrator of school bullying.
Through thorough consultations with the client, he confirmed what kind of harm they’d suffered and charged accordingly. Then he personally went out to investigate whether that harm was real. If it wasn’t, he refused the job. If it was, he proceeded.
In Choi Suho’s case…
Ji Haesu descended via the emergency staircase reserved for staff, then stopped and leaned against a nearby wall, sending a text quickly with his large hand.
[The Choi Suho case begins tomorrow.]
Choi Suho was trash. And Ji Haesu, who dealt with trash like him, was trash too. Because trash should be dealt with by trash.
As he continued down the stairs at a measured pace, Ji Haesu reorganized everything he’d learned about Choi Suho in his head once more.
Choi Suho. Age 28. As is publicly known, Jang Yuguk’s illegitimate son. The Omega who gave birth to him died during labor. Graduated from Hayul Private High School, then S University’s Department of Business Administration. Discharged from the army at the rank of corporal. Immediately after discharge, joined Free Enterprise as a regular employee. Unlike his other siblings, inherited XX Hotel and an amusement park in XX City, Gyeonggi Province—already surfaced despite being an illegitimate child. Holds a significant amount of Free Enterprise stock. Considering Jang Yuguk took him to the Free Enterprise chairman’s office from a young age, there’s a chance he could inherit Free Enterprise over the three Jang brothers.
But what happens when Jang Yuguk dies? Choi Suho was born when Jang Yuguk was fifty. And the age of the Omega who gave birth to him at the time…
He deliberately didn’t leave this in written documents, memorizing and organizing it all in his head instead. Just in case—if he ever got ambushed at the office and someone got their hands on a notebook or any evidence, he made sure nothing of the sort existed.
Even though he carried out revenge on behalf of others, there was no way no one ever bore a grudge against him. Of course, he dealt with those types at his own discretion.
After combining what he’d indirectly investigated about Choi Suho with what he’d personally witnessed, organizing it all in his mind, he headed toward the area where the staff prepared things for customers. The moment he entered, the employees who’d been chatting—“Boss…” “Jang Jisu…”—fell silent all at once, plastering on friendly smiles as they looked at him.
When he smiled back, feigning innocence as if he hadn’t heard a thing, they swaggered over with exaggerated nonchalance, just like when they joked around at his expense. Here, they called him Jang Jisu, and some even tried to put Ji Haesu in a headlock—but despite his gentle, kind-looking face, Ji Haesu’s nearly two-meter-tall frame radiated such natural intimidation that no one could really joke properly with him.
Those brown eyes staring straight at him seemed to ask, You knew everything and still sent him, didn’t you? And under that pressure, Employee No. 1—the one who’d deliberately sent him knowing he fit President Choi Suho’s tastes—felt his shoulders cave in and opened his mouth without thinking.
“B-Boss, uh… how was he? Handsome… right?”
Trash bastard. You knew exactly what you were doing, sent me anyway, and now you’re asking if it was okay. I’ll fuck you too. And you, and you, and you.
Ji Haesu clearly remembered hearing them on his way out, laughing as they said things like, ‘Is Jang Jisu gonna get fucked with Kim Minju today or not? How much you betting?’
It was true—he’d deliberately entered this XX Hotel for the sake of investigation.
But what if he’d really been a clueless rookie?
If he’d been sent just because he was tall and had a decent face, simply because he matched President Choi Suho’s taste, because Choi Suho was “acting up again,” and they’d told him to go get fucked for a bit?
Then today wouldn’t have had just one victim. Even if he himself hadn’t been fucked, an innocent victim could’ve emerged. The thought that there could have been another truly blameless victim made it feel like righteous retribution as he burned into his mind the image of tying those bastards up in a long line and fucking them one by one.
“Hey, Jang Jisu. Why are you staring like that? Huh? Your senior’s asking you—”
Ji Haesu cut him off, lifting four bundled 50-liter trash bags at once, splitting them between both hands as he spoke.
“I’ll go throw out the trash. Out the back door, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I mean… yeah, but…”
Because Choi Suho constantly bitched about conserving trash bags, they were packed to the brim and heavy—but Jang Jisu hoisted them up effortlessly. As he lifted them in one go, the tugged shirt revealed solid muscle, and everyone fell silent, glancing at each other uneasily.
The color drained from the faces of the seniors who’d laughed maliciously about how Jang Jisu would get fucked senseless by Choi Suho—how they’d even deliberately confiscated his dominant Alpha pheromone suppressant perfume so Choi Suho would really wreck his hole.
“Hey… are we fucked?”
“Fuck, I don’t know.”
And then, at that moment, a call came in from the front desk.
[Starting tomorrow, Jang Jisu will be in charge of President Choi Suho’s room.]
At those words, the four of them clenched their fists and silently cheered.
Jang Jisu’s gonna get fucked hard by President Choi Suho! Anyone could see it—Jang Jisu had exactly the kind of face that drove Choi Suho insane. On top of that, didn’t he have the kind of mouthwatering dominant Alpha body Choi Suho loved to pin down and crush? The number of Alphas Choi Suho had fucked in this XX Hotel suite alone exceeded ten fingers.
Sometimes he fucked delicate, pretty recessive Omegas like Kim Minju—ones who couldn’t get pregnant—but at heart, Choi Suho was the type who enjoyed raping Alphas as an Alpha himself. A kind of rape that was practically mounting.
But there was one exception. Just one person—the only Omega who ever went to and from Choi Suho’s private home instead of the suite.
Do Si-in.
Until Do Si-in became pregnant with a child, Choi Suho had cherished him passionately.
As if he might wear away if others so much as looked at him, he kept him at his home and doted on him.
***
If you exit through the staff-only back door of XX Hotel, you reach the area where the trash is thrown out. Though he’d only been working a single day, Ji Haesu knew the hotel’s layout suspiciously well—so well he could find it with his eyes closed. And the senior staff hadn’t even noticed that Ji Haesu went to throw out the trash without asking anyone where the trash area was.
Between the perfectly timed call from the front desk and the overwhelming presence that came with his 198-centimeter height and strength, they’d simply forgotten. Forgotten that Ji Haesu—Jang Jisu—was a dominant Alpha who’d come solely to be fucked by Choi Suho.
[Starting tomorrow, Jang Jisu will be in charge of President Choi Suho’s room.]
As he climbed the uphill path toward the trash area, eavesdropping on the front desk communication, a dry chuckle slipped from Ji Haesu’s kind, beautiful lips.
I had a feeling—but he’s even simpler than I thought, Choi Suho. You saw the submissive act I put on and thought you could easily fuck this body?
“Hm. Easy.”
After buying the identity of Jang Jisu and infiltrating XX Hotel, he’d proceeded exactly as planned—earning a room service assignment to the top-floor suite.
Born a dominant Alpha with good traits thanks to lucky parents. Born with a pretty face that didn’t match the typical Alpha mold. He could’ve easily lured countless Alphas into a meticulously woven pit of revenge…
But Choi Suho—this kind of easy trash Alpha was a first. Probably because he’d been born with everything.
But when Jang Yuguk—the “father” who’d handed him everything—dies, like Do Si-in’s father did… What will become of you then?
“……”
“Mm—mmph, mmph!”
Thinking how cute that shy, blushing face had looked—how pleased he’d seemed that Ji Haesu liked him—as he opened the massive trash bin, Ji Haesu unintentionally discovered Choi Suho’s filth.
The Omega who’d been sprawled flat earlier when he checked the scene in the suite was inside a 120-liter trash bag, with only a small air hole left open, breathing in ragged gasps—“hup, ha, hup, ha.” His eyes had already lost focus, pupils slack, his face drenched in cold sweat.
And no wonder. Being naked inside a bag meant for bulky trash like bedding and stuffed animals was insane enough—but in that state, shoved inside a massive trash bin…
