Boundless Love

12.

After Haseo finished work, Choi Mujin leisurely got dressed. He didn’t need to dress up just because he was going to the club, so his attire was the same as usual: a black suit and tight leather gloves. Despite his simple outfit, his tall and muscular build exuded an intimidating presence.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

Park Dongsu willingly took on the role of the driver. He parked the car near the club, and after Choi Mujin got out, Park handed the keys to the valet and followed him. Entering the club was easy; there was always a staff member who recognized VIPs. Plus, they had already called ahead.

“It’s been a while, Director Choi.”

Sometimes, the owner, Pyo Sera, would personally greet important or high-spending customers.

“I’ve been laying low.”

At this, Pyo Sera laughed as if she found it amusing. Running the club, she heard all sorts of rumors and knew the current situation.

“Director Choi is such a model citizen.”

The label of “model citizen” didn’t quite fit a gangster, but it wasn’t entirely wrong either. Choi Mujin had followed the chairman’s orders, who had pulled him up from the streets. The chairman trusted Choi Mujin because he always got the job done. This trust had sometimes led to others trying to stab him in the back, but those issues had been resolved long ago.

Choi Mujin shrugged and looked around. Haseo was nowhere to be seen. Pyo Sera watched him with interest before speaking.

“I’ve set everything up perfectly for you today. I’ve chosen everything to your taste.”

This meant she had prepared men who resembled his first love, Seo Jaewoo.

“I’ll personally escort you. Let’s go.”

Pyo Sera was eager, but Choi Mujin shook his head.

“Thank you for the offer, but before that, there’s something I need to find.”

“Something you need to find? What is it?”

Choi Mujin smiled, his dark eyes widening.

“My pet.”

“What? You have a pet?”

Pyo Sera realized he wasn’t talking about an actual animal.

“Recently, yes.”

“Alright. Then let’s find your pet before I take you to the room. What’s your pet’s name?”

“Lee Haseo.”

“Ah, I see!”

Now that she knew the name, Pyo Sera understood. She clapped her hands together and led the way. However, Choi Mujin’s “pet” was currently in another room, flirting with someone. Should she really show him this?

‘Well, why not?’

Cheolsu claimed to be the son of a conglomerate chairman and flaunted his money at the club, but in reality, he was just the second son of a mid-sized company. Normally, he wouldn’t have been allowed in, but he had the right connections—or rather, he clung to them.

‘This will be interesting.’

Pyo Sera had been considering banning Cheolsu anyway. He wasn’t particularly worse than others, but he was running out of money. Even the friend who had brought him here seemed to be losing interest. She could have let him rack up debt and exploited him, but she didn’t feel like it.

“Here it is.”

Pyo Sera pointed to the room where Cheolsu was staying, anticipating the drama that was about to unfold.

Her grandfather, who used to run a pawnshop, had always told her to stay away from the entertainment industry. Although their relationship had soured after he betrayed her, she understood his warning now.

‘There’s nothing more dangerous than easy money.’

Every time she took money from someone like Cheolsu, she felt a mix of envy and unease. She envied those who were born into wealth, but she also felt like she was sinking lower each time she catered to their desires.

The bottom of life.

Today, Haseo had been called by Cheolsu and was doing as he was told for money. At first, it was just sitting and serving food, but the demands were escalating. Today, Cheolsu wanted a blowjob, and this time, he was waving a check instead of cash.

Sion was glaring at him from the side, and the other men in the room watched with interest.

‘It’s not like I’ve never given a blowjob before.’

Haseo felt incredibly dirty, but he didn’t show it. He clenched his hands together and acted like a timid, frightened lamb, as he usually did.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you need money anymore?” Cheolsu asked, laughing.

‘I need it.’

That’s why he was enduring this, even though it felt awful.

“If you crawl over here on all fours, I’ll give you another check!”

Cheolsu was now waving two checks. Under the sparkling chandelier light, Haseo could see that each check was worth a million won. For that much money in one night, what couldn’t he do? With that thought, Haseo slowly began to lower himself to the floor.

‘Our puppy.’

Suddenly, he remembered his grandmother calling him that. Her sweet puppy, her beloved puppy, her good puppy. But now, that puppy was crawling on the floor, about to do something his grandmother would never have imagined. Perhaps that’s why a tear rolled down Haseo’s cheek.

“Are you crying?”

And that tear seemed to delight someone.

“This is why I love newbies! Fuck, look at him! He’s so pure!”

Cheolsu was excited, and Sion and the other employees looked at Haseo coldly. As Haseo trembled and started to move forward, the door to the room suddenly burst open.

Bang!

Everyone’s eyes turned to the door.

“What the—”

Cheolsu started to complain but quickly changed his tone when he saw who had entered.

“Oh, it’s you! What brings you here?”

His previously arrogant attitude vanished. The person who entered was clearly someone of higher status than Cheolsu. He quickly stood up and approached the newcomer with a smile.

“Long time no see, fuck. I introduced you to this place.”

He had already unbuckled his belt, and his pants were halfway down his hips. Seeing this, Ryu Jiho swore.

“Disgusting!”

Ryu Jiho punched Cheolsu’s shoulder and sat down on the sofa. He was the reckless third-generation heir of Toho Construction, recently released after being caught by his father for dabbling in drugs.

“Is this all you’ve been doing?”

“Well, yeah.”

While Cheolsu stammered, Ryu Jiho ordered more things and finally noticed Haseo on the floor.

“Is this your twisted hobby?”

“Twisted? Come on.”

Cheolsu twitched his nose but didn’t argue with Ryu Jiho. Ryu Jiho leaned forward to look at Haseo more closely. Thanks to this, Haseo could also get a better look at him. The man in his mid-to-late twenties seemed to fit right in at this place. Despite his decent appearance, it was clear he was a regular here.

Very few people came to this place just to have a good time.

“But is this kid crying?”

“Yeah, he was crying. Isn’t that great?”

Cheolsu grinned, but Ryu Jiho spat out his words.

“You’re a fucking pervert.”

“You like that stuff too.”

“Sometimes it’s fun. Watching people sell their bodies for money is entertaining.”

Haseo listened to their conversation, trying to suppress his emotions. He knew that rebelling here would only make things worse.

“At least he has some sense.”

Ryu Jiho laughed and then gestured to Haseo.

“Finish what you were about to do. But do it to me instead of him. I’m not into guys, but watching this is kind of exciting.”

Cheolsu looked disappointed but didn’t stop Ryu Jiho.

‘Why is this happening?’

Another person had joined, and he was just as bad as Cheolsu. Haseo wiped his tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand and tried to stay calm. If this was the situation, he might as well get as much money as possible. Just as he was about to speak, something grabbed the back of his neck.

“Ugh!”

Haseo gasped as he was suddenly grabbed by the neck. His hand instinctively reached up to grab the arm, but the sensation under his fingertips wasn’t skin—it was leather.

‘No way, it can’t be.’

He thought of Choi Mujin, who always wore leather gloves. The realization made him genuinely tremble. He tried to turn his head to see who it was, but it was difficult.

“What the— Who are you!”

Cheolsu shouted, looking at them.

“Me? You don’t recognize me?”

Haseo heard the voice of the person holding him down—it was Choi Mujin’s low, husky voice.

“Who the hell are you? Why should I know you?”

Cheolsu pointed and staggered to his feet. Ryu Jiho didn’t stop him but looked at the man by the door with a grimace.

‘Isn’t that Director Choi?’

Even a reckless person like him knew the rumors. He also knew that the relationship between Toho Construction and Isaac Finance was tense.

‘This is a mess.’

He had just been released from his confinement, and now this was happening.