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Gu Wanjae’s organization lent money at gambling dens that changed locations from time to time, and worked to receive goods at smuggling sites where large sums of money changed hands and resell them for several times the price. They also helped criminals who possessed astronomical amounts of money immigrate illegally, gun by gun. While it couldn’t be called a gangster organization, it wasn’t completely unrelated either. The nature of their work meant they inevitably had to clash with such groups. The young blood of the organization, including Gu Wanjae, were utilized in all weather conditions. When territorial fights broke out, they fought with their bodies, and when recruiting smuggling ships, they acted like brazen young men.
Gu Wanjae was by far the most conspicuous figure among that young blood.
Even though he was young, he had good grit and excellent business acumen. He was the typical dangerous businessman type who didn’t speak when it was time to fight with his body, and didn’t use his body when it was time to talk. Jo Hocheol, the organization’s leader who had started going bald at twenty-four and was now completely bald, was one of the few people whose future he was certain of. Jo Hocheol had been rolling around in violent organizations since his teens. Just by looking at someone’s eyes, he could tell what that bastard was thinking.
Gu Wanjae was someone who would make it big. Although he often put civilians on the testing ground, most of them ran away within a month.
Gu Wanjae had caught Jo Hocheol’s eye since his first year of high school and had been directly involved in major deals in Korea’s various ports, islands, and cities. Gu Wanjae had big dreams and ambitions, and there was always a clear reason in his eyes. Jo Hocheol couldn’t have missed that.
This time too, Jo Hocheol’s organization finished their work smoothly. The money they earned exceeded hundreds of millions. Since there were many people, those with lower ranks would receive smaller shares, but the organization’s atmosphere was not to be elated or dejected by immediate income. What Jo Hocheol valued was “whether one had the will to learn the work.” Jo Hocheol didn’t want younger brothers under him who lived off pocket change. He wanted business partners who would be helpful to him. This was where they differed from ordinary violent organizations.
This was why Gu Wanjae willingly stepped onto Jo Hocheol’s testing ground.
Gu Wanjae had to succeed. He had to make money, and with that money, he had to defeat his father. His obsession-like distorted desire for wealth was all because of his father.
Gu Wanjae hadn’t seen his father’s face often since childhood. His father, who visited home once or at most twice a month, was also a man obsessed with money. The man who did building business going back and forth to Southeast Asia was indifferent to his family and violent. Even though he had a lot of money, he was stingy about spending that money for his family.
“Just give you a million won a month, what more do you want? If it’s not enough, you go work at a karaoke!”
It was a scene that remained unforgettable in young Gu Wanjae’s mind.
In reality, Gu Wanjae’s mother worked as a karaoke hostess because living expenses were insufficient, and she died of colon cancer when Gu Wanjae was young. Ruined eating habits, reversed day and night schedules, and stress caused the cancer, but it couldn’t be helped. Little Gu Wanjae held the funeral at the funeral home with his mother’s siblings without even knowing what death was. That bastard of a father was nowhere to be seen. He had earned the collective anger of the mother’s siblings by being stingy even with hospital bills and chemotherapy costs. It was the mother’s younger sister who made the tearful outcry that they would beat him to death.
Shouting, father’s absence, mother’s portrait photo, and Gu Wanjae.
Gu Wanjae, who was too young to know anything, slowly realized as time passed.
That his father was a bastard.
Gu Wanjae had been big-bodied since elementary school. Using that build, he went to his father’s business partners and smashed all the glass desks with a baseball bat and broke the bookshelves. It was something he did alone. His father, who had left Gu Wanjae at his aunt’s house, finally recognized the seriousness of the situation. The buildings he owned became completely empty, and even when people moved in, they left quickly. It was the result of young Gu Wanjae’s rampage. Gu Wanjae began to become famous in the neighborhood from then on. Except for going to juvenile detention once in middle school, he cleverly evaded the law and tormented his father.
There was such a reason behind his support of a luxury officetel, allowance, and other miscellaneous expenses.
If it was delayed even by a month, Gu Wanjae would raise hell. He would break things and punch holes in walls.
“You bastard. You better die before I do.”
Gu Wanjae’s father always said such things while sending money. They say there’s no greater sadness for parents than their child dying first, but Gu Wanjae’s father sincerely wanted Gu Wanjae to die before him. Gu Wanjae also knew his heart and vowed he would never die. You die, you fucking bastard. He would say that and confirm that a thick wad of money had come in.
He wasn’t sad. Just sometimes bewildered.
When he saw fathers and sons walking down the street holding hands, when sons loved their fathers.
Gu Wanjae would just watch them from afar with an expression that wondered why they did such things.
Even until the day he died, he would never understand them.
“You fucking bastard, didn’t you send money? Why aren’t you sending it quickly?”
Taein, who woke up to the cursing, looked at the light coming from the bathroom direction.
He had made similar phone calls several times, so he was used to it now.
“That old bastard’s mouth is fucking alive. Hey. Hang up. Send it within 10 minutes. If it goes over 10 minutes, I’m going straight to fuck up your turf.”
After hanging up the phone, he could hear Gu Wanjae saying “this fucking bastard.”
Taein wanted to get up and drink water, but his back was sore and he couldn’t get up.
His lower abdomen seemed to hurt a bit too.
Taein checked his phone’s clock and read 10 AM with his eyes. He had rolled around with Gu Wanjae until 5 AM before falling asleep. His body was uncomfortable and limp.
Soon he heard the sound of the bathroom switch being pressed and saw Gu Wanjae’s figure.
“You’re awake?”
Gu Wanjae, who looked at Taein, took big strides.
“How could I not wake up from that noise…?”
Taein, who looked at the approaching Gu Wanjae, moved his gaze toward the kitchen.
“Hey… get me some water.”
Even considering he just woke up, his voice was rough. At dawn, they had sex quietly at first, but when they did it from behind with hands against the wall, his cock went too deep inside. His entire stomach tingled and he couldn’t help but make sounds. Taein cleared his throat and looked at Gu Wanjae heading to the kitchen.
Gu Wanjae took out a new bottle of water from the mini-fridge, opened the cap, and handed it to Taein.
“Ah… my condition… fuck….”
Taein frowned while holding the water bottle and spoke as if for Gu Wanjae to hear. It wasn’t bad. When he looked at Gu Wanjae’s face right after sex, it was somewhat shameful and embarrassing, but now they had done it so much that even that had become somewhat dulled. Still, it was embarrassing. Taein drank the cold water with his face slightly flushed.
As he swallowed the water, Taein’s throat muscles moved shallowly. Gu Wanjae, who was standing in front looking down at that throat, kicked Taein’s phone with his foot. He was checking the time.
“We’re late, fuck.”
“Then go quickly. Crazy bastard. Don’t think about doing it.”
Taein reached out his hand and received the cap from Gu Wanjae. After closing the water bottle opening, Taein pulled the blanket up to his neck.
“I need to sleep. Go take care of your business.”
When he completely turned over showing his back, Gu Wanjae made a disappointed sound. He lied saying it would be a 3-minute cut, that he could come in under a minute. After saying that, he could suck and lick for hours. It was the same at dawn today. They came back after dinner, had simple sex, and fell asleep. But Gu Wanjae, who woke up around 1 AM, woke Taein saying he was hungry.
Aren’t you hungry too?
Taein wasn’t hungry, but he licked his lips at Gu Wanjae’s “Want to go to the convenience store?” Sometimes, ramen eaten at dawn was so delicious. Since he wasn’t sleepy again anyway, Taein quickly changed clothes. He went outside and got in Gu Wanjae’s car. Gu Wanjae, who sometimes drove the hyungs’ cars, had improved his driving skills a lot. He wasn’t unskilled at first either, but he was much better now.
There were convenience stores nearby, but they didn’t operate 24 hours. To go to one that operated 24 hours, they had to drive 3 more minutes.
At the convenience store they arrived at, they bought ramen, hamburgers, cider, and beer and returned home.
Nearly two months had passed, and now the guesthouse felt like home.
Taein ate a lot of food that was bad for his body but delicious late at night, and his stomach became plump like a frog. That was the trigger. Gu Wanjae played around saying “Hey, did you eat it all by yourself?” while flicking Taein’s soft belly. Then their bodies touched and their lips touched. Taein tried his best to hold back his voice because the hyungs were next door, but he couldn’t do so during the final doggy style. His lower abdomen tingled and his whole body trembled.
Taein, who finally let it out through his throat, endured the cock rapidly going in and out of his inner walls while making “heueong, heong” sounds. Gu Wanjae’s lower body hit him so hard that his buttocks went numb, and right after ejaculation he had no sensation. He just trembled in his groin while Gu Wanjae’s semen flowed out through his asshole. From fucking with Gu Wanjae so much, his hole had even undergone some deformation. Even in this state, if they didn’t have relations, it would heal quickly due to an omega’s flesh nature, but the problem was that he was being consistently penetrated without having that chance.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
