The glossy black string was tangled up like a net. At the bottom, pearls the size of a pinky nail were linked in a row, but their placement was peculiar. It was hard to guess where to put one’s legs and which part was meant to be covered.
Regardless, it seemed to be some sort of underwear. After a moment of hesitation, he slid his hands down and took off his underwear. Instantly, he felt an emptiness below, and his knees instinctively pressed together. Embarrassment flushed his face; he felt perverse.
Young-jin struggled with the strange stringed garment, attempting to figure out how to wear it. After fumbling for a while, he managed to slide one leg into the intertwined strings. When the section with the attached pearls touched between his thighs, he was startled and almost let go. The dangling string caught on his knee. With effort, he reached down and pulled it up. The cold, round pearls pressed against his perineum and scrotum.
“Ah…”
An involuntary whimper escaped him.
His body shrank back involuntarily.
With considerable effort, he straightened his back and looked into the mirror again. Fortunately, this time, the black string revealing itself between the deep slit on one side of his thigh didn’t look too awkward. The purpose of this dubious underwear, whether to cover or secure something, was questionable. Nevertheless, it was arguably better than wearing nothing…
Of course, Young-jin’s thought proved to be a misguided judgment just a few minutes later.
Every time he walked, the straps would dug between his buttocks. The pearl would rub against the center of his perineum and testicles.
It was very uncomfortable.
Expressing that it was uncomfortable is a vey euphemistic and indirect way of speaking. Actually, he just wanted to take it off and throw it away. He thought it would be better not to wear it. But it was really impossible to walk around without underwear. In Seoul, Lee Young-jin would occassionally encounter exhibitionists. They would wait for Lee Young-jin to get off work behind a streetlamp or around the corner of a wall, wearing only a coat and no underwear, and then taking off their coat and throwing it away. Jung Ji-hoon strongly emphasized that they were perverts. Never give them a second glance and report them unconditionally. They were completely crazy perverts who are not in their right mind.
He hesitated and walked out of the powder room with as narrow a stride as possible. Slowly, slowly…
But things didn’t go as he wanted.
As soon as he left the powder room, the bodyguard from earlier pushed him.
“What are you doing? Quickly go into the hall?”
“H, hall?”
“Yes. Aren’t you an omega?”
The bodyguard scanned him up and down. A thick tongue licked across the substantial lips, tasting him, as his hand once again pushed on his back. Even through the excessively thin silk fabric, he could feel the palm was somewhat clammy. A low chuckle was heard.
“What are those shoes?”
Lee Young-Jin dropped his gaze.
Beneath the navy blue Cheongsam dress, his stout white ankles protruded, and below them were chunky sneakers and socks. His face turned red.
“Take them off, quickly.”
Lee Young-Jin hastily bent over to remove his shoes. In that moment, the bodyguard’s hand on his back moved downwards, feeling from the tailbone through to the left hip where the slit in the dress began. The hard palm adhered to the skin between the parted silk, catching on the underwear strap. Struggling to swallow his breath, Lee Young-Jin managed to take off both his shoes and socks. The bodyguard snatched them from Lee Young-Jin’s reddened hands with a subtle smile.
“Get in there quickly. It’s chaos since we’re short on boys. You have to do one job today, don’t you?”
“No, I am…”
“If no one picks you, come to me.”
Lustful eyes looked at Lee Young-jin from head to toe as if licking. A thick hand inserted a business card into the gap between Lee Young-jin’s collar. Lee Young-jin hurriedly turned around to avoid him. As his steps became more urgent, the string of pearls once again tightened on his groin painfully.
Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult to find the path leading to the hall.
He saw almost naked women. A woman with a long, large peacock feather pinned to her panties as she walked, twitching her butt. Laughter was heard from somewhere. There weren’t many men, but they were still there. The tile floor was slippery under his bare feet. Tables, sofas, and couches were scattered here and there. Silk curtains and veils flowed everywhere. Wet pink smoke billowed across the floor, and a man and woman wearing colorful, glittering feathers on their backs and buttocks danced on a large stage in the center. At a secret table separated by a partition, flesh intertwined amidst some laughter.
Lee Young-jin almost crawled to make his way through the crowd.
A man, revealing his muscular upper body and wearing panties that exposed the contour of his lower body, skillfully walked between tables with a large tray in one hand. Just as he was about to brush past Young-jin, Young-jin barely managed to grab him.
“Excuse me…”
“Hmm?”
The man, with a mischievous smile, picked up a cheeky glass from the tray and handed it to Young-jin.
“You’re new here, aren’t you? Have a drink and relax.”
“Th-thank you.”
On impulse, Young-jin accepted the glass.
“There are many guests from Europe or the US, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t speak Spanish. Just keep smiling, and they’ll take care of everything.”
“No, that’s not it. I’m looking for someone.”
“Someone?”
“Yeah. I came here as a helper from Arte, but I’m a bit late because…”
“Aha. You came from Arte? Because of the Alpha guest that Ms. Yang brought?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Lee Young-jin hesitantly nodded.
“You’re an Omega, aren’t you? I thought you looked pretty. Try going up those stairs over there.”
The man pointed to the far corner of the hall. A transparent spiral staircase was visible amidst the thick pinkish smoke.
Lee Young-jin quickly thanked the man and started walking briskly. A hand reached out and squeezed his buttocks. Someone caressed his calf. Another hand tried to pull at his arm. When a mischievous finger, seemingly intoxicated, tugged at the string of his underwear between the deep slit of his dress, he almost screamed but held back. Lee Young-jin tried his best to shrug them all off and made his way towards the slippery stairs.
Given that the stairs were made of clear reinforced plastic, if someone was standing below, they might have had a clear view up his dress.
Leave a Reply