11:10 AM, Department Store VIP Lounge.
A man sat on a large sofa, legs crossed, seriously flipping through a catalog. Seong-hyeon glared at him, biting his lip.
A name. Yes, a name. If he could just remember the name, he could escape the clutches of that bastard. So, he had to remember the name, no matter what.
After the man had said that, Seong-hyeon spent days trying to recall his name. But he couldn’t remember it. Maybe the name had never been in his memory to begin with. Why would he remember the name of such a disgusting bastard?
If the name had come to him easily, it would have been even more chilling.
But that didn’t mean he was comfortable with the current situation. It felt like someone had erased the man’s name from his mind, leaving an eerie sensation… Seong-hyeon bit his lip again, unaware that it was already swollen.
He had to regain his memory.
So, that disgusting bastard was in the same class as him in his senior year of high school…
“Seong-hyeon.”
The gentle voice calling his name sent a shiver down Seong-hyeon’s spine. Don’t call me that, you bastard. Fuck, it’s disgusting. The words he wanted to say didn’t leave his lips. Instead, he glared at the man with annoyance.
But the man seemed unaffected by Seong-hyeon’s feelings.
“What do you think of this?”
The man asked excitedly, like a child who had carefully chosen their first birthday present. Seong-hyeon didn’t even glance at the catalog the man held out, twisting his lips in disgust.
Disgusting bastard. Maybe he knew how much Seong-hyeon hated this and was deliberately ignoring his feelings. Maybe this was his way of getting revenge for what happened in high school.
Seong-hyeon found the man’s pettiness pathetic and disgusting.
It was a long time ago.
Back then, everyone made mistakes, and it was normal to ignore classmates you didn’t like. Sometimes, in a fit of anger, you might even hit someone… If he hated him so much, he should have just hit him back. What kind of idiot just stands there and takes a beating? And now he was taking revenge like this.
Seong-hyeon swallowed another curse. He didn’t know what the man had done to him, but he was determined to beat the shit out of him once he regained control of his body and mouth. He would make sure the bastard never tried something like this again.
“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
Realizing that Seong-hyeon wasn’t paying attention, the man called his name again, slowly and clearly. Like a puppet on a string, Seong-hyeon’s body responded.
“Yes, darling.”
The words that came out of his mouth made Seong-hyeon grimace. The man found it adorable.
“What do you think of this?”
The man showed Seong-hyeon the catalog again. His slender, elegant finger pointed to a wedding ring adorned with a 6-carat diamond, gleaming brilliantly. Crazy bastard… But the words that came out of Seong-hyeon’s mouth were different from his thoughts.
“It’s so beautiful.”
His voice didn’t feel like his own. Seong-hyeon wanted to bite his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. What if he bit too hard and died? He didn’t want to die; he just wanted to escape this strange situation and return to normal as soon as possible. He was enduring this humiliation for that reason alone.
“You like it?”
“Yes, since you’re showing it to me. I like it. It’s so beautiful.”
His voice sounded genuinely delighted, making him feel nauseous. Fuck, it sounded so real. Anyone listening would think Seong-hyeon was genuinely thrilled by the sparkling ring.
Fortunately, the vast lounge was empty except for the two of them.
“Let’s get the real thing.”
Satisfied with Seong-hyeon’s response, the man picked up the antique phone on the table and dialed a number without saying a word. Soon, several people entered the lounge.
Dressed in black suits and white gloves, they carried several boxes, placing them one by one on the table. After setting down seven boxes, all but one of them left the lounge. The remaining attendant looked at the man, and Seong-hyeon listened intently, hoping the attendant might say the man’s name.
But his hopes were dashed. The attendant stood silently, hands folded respectfully, eyes downcast, like a dog waiting for its master’s command. Seong-hyeon’s gaze hardened with frustration.
The man glanced at Seong-hyeon and smiled, then nodded toward one of the boxes. The attendant opened it with careful hands, revealing a dazzling glow. Even Seong-hyeon, who had been cursing internally, was momentarily captivated. The ring inside the box had diamonds densely set around the band, with a large central diamond. Though he thought of diamonds as just expensive rocks, even Seong-hyeon could see that this one was extraordinary. How much could something like that sell for? It must be incredibly valuable.
As Seong-hyeon was lost in thought, the man spoke to him.
“Seong-hyeon, what are you doing? Try it on.”
Seong-hyeon, as if in a trance, extended his hand. But seeing this, the man laughed. It was as if he found Seong-hyeon amusing.
“That’s not it, Seong-hyeon.”
What? This isn’t it? Seong-hyeon looked at his outstretched hand, bewildered. The man spoke to him as if soothing a naive child.
“Take off your shirt.”
“What…?”
Seong-hyeon blinked. Once, twice, three times. By the third blink, his hands were already unbuttoning his shirt. Wearing only a black shirt, his skin wasn’t immediately exposed. A black bra, matching the shirt, covered his plump nipples, barely concealing them. The bra was more like a small piece of fabric held together by thin straps. The attendant’s eyes widened at the sight. Embarrassment flushed Seong-hyeon’s face, but he couldn’t stop his hands from continuing to unbutton his shirt. His lover had told him to undress.
“Take it out.”
Satisfied with Seong-hyeon’s obedience, the man instructed the attendant. The attendant, who had been staring blankly at Seong-hyeon, snapped back to attention.
“Ah…, yes!”
After fumbling a few times, the attendant finally managed to take the ring out of the box. The ring was then handed to the man. He examined it under the light before calling Seong-hyeon.
“Seong-hyeon.”
“Yes, darling.”
The man smiled at Seong-hyeon’s compliant response.
“Pull down your bra and press your chest against it.”
Seong-hyeon’s fingers trembled as they obeyed the man’s command. The bra, which was more like a cover than actual support, was pulled down, revealing his plump nipples. They stood erect, flushed like ripe fruit. The attendant couldn’t help but gulp at the sight, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet lounge. The man’s gaze shifted from Seong-hyeon to the attendant, his eyes cold and displeased.
“Step back.”
The attendant quickly complied, taking a few steps back. The man, still annoyed, turned his attention back to Seong-hyeon. His eyes were drawn to Seong-hyeon’s ample breasts, their pale skin contrasting with the dark bra. It was hard not to be aroused by the sight. The man sighed, swallowing his irritation. He didn’t want to ruin the mood on such a special day.
He pressed the ring against Seong-hyeon’s bare chest. The cool metal against his exposed skin made Seong-hyeon shiver. The man traced circles around his areola with the ring, finally touching the firm nipple.
“Ah…”
Seong-hyeon let out a sigh filled with longing. The coolness of the ring wasn’t enough to soothe the heat building in his nipples. In fact, it only seemed to intensify the sensation.
The ring, precariously perched on his nipple, seemed ready to fall off at any moment due to its loose fit. Seong-hyeon thrust his chest forward, his body trembling slightly. The man watched him intently before turning to the attendant.
“Isn’t this the smallest size?”
“What? Oh, yes… It’s size 1. But, uh, if you wish, we can adjust it to be smaller…”
Even as he spoke, the attendant couldn’t tear his gaze away from Seong-hyeon’s chest. The pale skin, the bright red nipple, and the silver wedding ring hanging like a piercing captivated his attention. The attendant swallowed hard again, his eyes glued to the sight. The man, growing impatient, lifted his phone with a sigh. A brief vibration later, a screen appeared on the phone.
“Look here, Kim Ji-hoon.”
The man held the phone up to the attendant’s face.
Hearing his name, the attendant turned his head and looked at the phone screen, gasping sharply. Slowly, his eyes glazed over. Moments later, he staggered backward and exited the lounge.
