Jae’s POV

The next morning, I woke to find the sun already high. It was the weekend, which meant a holiday for Seon, but in the restaurant business, weekends were the most grueling, crowded days of the week.

I set to work cooking breakfast. A month ago, I wouldn’t have known where to start in a kitchen, but I had taught myself out of necessity, for my own survival, and for my brother’s.

Once the meal was ready, I woke Seon and prepared to leave. I needed him to be alert, as he was the one who had to lock the door from the inside the moment I stepped out.

By the time I reached the restaurant, the morning rush was already in full swing. Just as I had anticipated, customers were pouring in.

I spent the morning on my feet as a waiter, and when that shift finally ended, I headed straight into the kitchen to begin washing a mountain of dishes.

While I was working, a customer approached me with a suggestion. He told me that if I was truly desperate for money, I should look into Club Hollow.

He described the roles there as being similar to waitstaff, but with significantly higher pay. He even offered to recommend me, suggesting I show up that very evening.

I don’t know much about the world outside my own struggle, but the name Dark City, the district where Club Hollow is located, rang a bell.

I remembered hearing rumors back in school that Dark City was a lawless place where illegal trades flourished. Some whispered that it was a hub for arms dealing, overseen by a mysterious and powerful figure.

I wondered if those stories were just urban legends. After all, if such a place truly existed, wouldn’t the police have raided it by now?

Regardless of the risks, the promise of better pay was too tempting to ignore. Since the man said he would be there to meet me, I decided to take the chance.

I told Seon not to wait up for me for dinner and caught the bus to Dark City. The moment I stepped off the bus, a heavy sense of unease settled over me; I felt as though eyes were tracking my every move, shadows following me through the dim streets.

After asking several locals for directions, most of whom looked at me with cold indifference, I finally found Club Hollow. However, my progress was halted immediately.

The guards stationed at the entrance were massive, looking more like statues of muscle than men, and they flatly refused to let me pass.

I stood there, helpless and unsure of what to do, when suddenly,

“Oh, you actually made it, Jae.”

I glanced beside me to find the same man who had eaten at the restaurant earlier that morning. He gave a sharp nod to the guards.

“He’s with me,” he said, ushering me inside.

Once we were through the doors, I realized he wasn’t just a regular; he was the manager of the club. It explained why he was so confident about hiring me.

I knew I shouldn’t be so quick to trust a stranger, but I told myself that working as a waiter here was a thousand times better than the alternative, the degrading price I’d had to pay to the landlord just for a roof over our heads.

The manager spoke to me gently, leading me to the staff room where he introduced me to the other workers. I changed into the waiter’s uniform and he handed me a heavy silver tray. On it sat a bottle of Balkan 176 vodka and a set of crystal glasses.

“Take this to VIP Room No. 22,” he instructed.

I nodded, steeling myself. This was the start of my new life. Room 22 was located on the second floor. I took the elevator up, the weight of the tray straining my arms.

When the doors opened, I stepped out into a hallway that smelled of expensive cologne and tobacco. I scanned the numbers and finally found the room at the far end of the corridor.

I knocked softly before attempting to enter. A few minutes passed before the door finally swung open. A man in a sharp suit stood there, his hair a striking shade of green. He narrowed his eyes, looking at me as if I were an intruder who had no business being there.

“What are you waiting for? Come in,” he snapped.

I flinched at his tone and hurried inside, but the sight that met me brought me to a dead halt.

Spread across the central table was an arsenal of weaponry, pistols, rifles, and long-range firearms I couldn’t even name.

Three bodyguards stood like stone statues behind the green-haired man. Swallowing my fear, I moved to the side table, set down the heavy tray, and began pouring the vodka into crystal glasses.

A man sat at the head of the room, draped in an imposing black trench coat over a dark shirt and trousers. His hands were covered in gloves, and his boots were polished to a mirror shine.

As I handed him a glass, I noticed a young boy sitting beside him, he looked no older than Seon. The man had his arm wrapped tightly around the boy’s shoulders.

On a separate sofa, another man was meticulously inspecting one of the firearms; I stepped forward and handed him a glass as well.

“Mr. Chan, I don’t think your KRISS Vector Gen II has the same stopping power as the units from the other dealers,” the man on the sofa remarked, his voice cold and analytical.

The air in the room felt thick with danger. Having completed my task, I bowed my head and quickly slipped out of the room.

The atmosphere was heavy enough to make it suffocating. And those guns… don’t tell me this club is involved in illegal things. Does the manager know about it? I wanted to ask him when I got back, but I didn’t dare, it was just my first day.

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Jae’s POV

I continued serving drinks and didn’t realize it was already 4 in the morning. But when I asked the manager to go home, he said,

“Your payment for today is $10k.”

My eyes widened at his words, $10k for one day, not a month?

“But the thing is, we don’t handle the money. All payments are given directly by our boss, Oh-Chan. You’ll have to go to VIP Room 22. That’s where he is right now.”

My body froze, ‘cause in that room, I saw those dangerous guns and that terrifying man who didn’t even move much but still sent chills down my spine.

“Can’t you take the payment from your boss and give it to me?” I pleaded.

“No, you’ll have to go and take your payment from him yourself.”

I didn’t really have a choice but to go back into that room. But when I was standing in front of VIP Room 22, I realized, I was getting afraid of nothing. There were just a few guns. It’s not like they were killing someone.

I knocked on the door and heard, “Come in.” So I opened the door and stepped inside. But the moment I did, I saw blood scattered on the ground, and the man who had been checking the guns earlier was dead on the sofa. He’d been shot in the head. My steps stumbled when I saw that.

The boy who had been beside that man was now lying on the ground, heavily injured, his whole face swollen.

And that man was still sitting there, unbothered, smoking.

I quickly stepped back and turned around to leave, but just then,

“Where do you think you’re going?” A cold voice reached my ear. My step froze. I didn’t want to turn around, still, I did. And my eyes met his.

It was like he was staring through my skin.

“Why are you here?” As he asked, the bodyguards started taking the man’s corpse away, and they dragged that boy out too. In just 10 minutes, I was alone in the room with him.

“ARE YOU DEAF? I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

I got startled by his sudden voice. My body started to tremble.

“The manager sent me here to take my payment,” I said in a low voice.

“It’s $10k, right?” I nodded slightly and looked down.

“I’ll give you not $10k but $30k, just let me fuck you.”

I quickly looked up. He was staring at me, licking his lips, and crushed his cigarette on the table. A weird feeling crept over me, like someone was telling me to fall off a cliff.

“Pardon?” I said, even though I knew what he was saying. Why is everyone in this world the same, only wanting to take advantage of me?

First it was the landlord. Now it’s my new boss. But $30k isn’t a small amount. If I really get that money, Seon and I could buy so many groceries… eat whatever we want.

“I’m waiting for your answer,” he said, looking impatient.

“Okay. But please pay me the amount you said.”

“Then strip, and come here.”

He directly asked me to strip. I’d never been in a relationship before, so it was really embarrassing for me. Still, for the money, I took off my clothes one by one.

I didn’t want to take off my underwear, but when he glared at me and told me to take that off too, I didn’t have a choice.

After taking it off, I hid my parts with both hands. He gestured with his index finger to come to him. I took a step toward him, and suddenly, he grabbed my hand and threw me on the sofa, on my stomach. I clenched the sofa tightly and closed my eyes.

Just then, I heard the sound of a zipper being undone.

I glanced back and saw he had unzipped his pants, taking out his cock, which was huge, very huge. I would tear in two parts if he put something like this in me.

“Wait, sir, I don’t think I will be able to do this,” I tried to stand up, but he grabbed the back of my neck and slammed my face on the sofa so that I wouldn’t resist.

“Don’t fucking ruin my mood and lift your ass,” his cold hand was clenching my neck, making me gasp for breath.

I was feeling suffocated just thinking about lying there and doing something that was so painful.

Suddenly, I felt something going in me that wasn’t right. I started to move like an animal trying to save itself from getting devoured by a predator. But no matter how much I struggled, his big hand gripped me even tighter, showing me I was helpless under him.

Our body sizes alone were enough to describe who was stronger. I didn’t have any strength to fight him, but with his strength, he could even kill me right now.

And just then, he thrust inside in one go. I jolted, and tears started to flow from my eyes.

“Aaaaargh~~”

The scream that came out of my mouth showed how much pain I was feeling. The fear of more pain rushed into me, and I didn’t want to do this anymore because the pain was unbearable.

But then I remembered the sight of my younger brother sitting on the street helplessly. Still, he didn’t take out his cock and started to move roughly, even though he heard me cry and scream in pain.

“Nooo… Aaaaahn~~… Please stop, please, it’s hurting… Please, I am begging you.”

“Yes, don’t stop. Continue to beg me. And you’re so tight, relax a little.”

“Aaaaargh~~~”

“Aaaahn~~~”

“Haaahn~~” I was crying in pain, but he was not showing any mercy. The way his cock was inserting into me with full force and then coming out, only to continue thrusting… I felt like I was tearing down there. What if I died here?

“Aaa~~”

I shouldn’t have agreed to his condition. The way that boy was injured, I should’ve warned myself not to fall for his trick.

But I couldn’t do anything other than endure this torture. Even though it hurt like hell, I wasn’t resisting now. Because I had to endure this pain for money. I pressed my face into the sofa, and tears continued to flow from my eyes.

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Jae’s POV

He continued to have his way with me. I didn’t even know how much time had passed, still, he was doing it. My lower body had gone numb, but I could still feel the pain of every thrust. I wanted to rest.

I couldn’t do this anymore, but he wasn’t listening to me. He had come inside me many times, and now I felt like my insides were throbbing.

And just then, without pulling out, he suddenly pulled me back and sat down, taking me onto his lap. My back touched his chest, and he started to push my waist down.

“Ughhhh~~…..Sir, please stop, I have to go back home.”

“Really? But we just barely started yet.”

My heart skipped a beat hearing that. Suddenly, he wrapped both his hands around my stomach and grabbed his gun. I was scared, my whole body was trembling just seeing that.

Did he want to kill me because he didn’t enjoy doing it with me? And just then, he brought the gun near my mouth without stopping thrusting inside me, still holding me with one hand.

“Open your mouth and suck my baby.”

I was terrified. He pressed the gun against my lips, but I didn’t open my mouth because I knew he was planning to shoot in my mouth.

“Didn’t you hear me!” He pulled me back and clenched my stomach tightly, scratching with his nails. He forced my mouth open.

And as I did, he really slid his gun into my mouth, which didn’t even fit. So he let go of my stomach and put two fingers inside my mouth, pressing on my tongue. When he took his fingers out, he instantly shoved the gun inside.

My mouth was hurting because of the gun. I couldn’t say anything, because who knew if he’d shoot me at any moment. I was scared, and his cock was also making me cry in pain. Then the pain became so much that my eyes started to get blurry, and everything went dark.

***

When I opened my eyes after a while, I realized I was lying on the sofa naked, and there was no one in the room. I sat up while struggling and saw an envelope on the table. I quickly grabbed it, and there was $35k in that envelope.

My eyes widened, but I was happy. I came down from the sofa while grabbing the table to get my clothes, and just then, I felt something coming out of my ass. I quickly looked down. There was blood between my thighs, flowing down from my ass.

Cum was also mixed with that blood. I went into the bathroom, which was inside this room, and tried to clean the blood. But I still felt full from inside, so I put one finger in and felt something sticky inside me.

I understood it was his cum, so I tried to take it out. After a long struggle, I cleaned myself, but the pain hadn’t faded yet.

I came out, wore my clothes, and left with the envelope. But as I stepped out, I bumped into someone’s chest,it was that green-haired guy.

“I’m sorry,” I said and came back downstairs. The club was closed now, and no one was there. I quickly went into the staff room, changed back into my clothes, and grabbed my mobile before leaving.

I know what I did was selling my body, but he paid just for having sex, so it’s not much. I got on the bus, and after sitting inside, I called Seon, but he didn’t answer. He must have gone to school, I was sure.

And when I reached home, I saw our landlord calling me to his house. His whole family had died in a car accident years ago, and he had been alone since then.

“Jae, come in, I have something special for you.”

Noooo… I don’t want to do this anymore. I ran back into my house and locked the door from inside.

I dropped to my knees near the door. Why was all this happening to me? I cried and cried because I knew no one was there to listen to me. But I had my part-time job, and I was already one hour late. I changed my clothes and came out of the house trembling.

I left a message for Seon that I had come back home and was now going to my part-time job again.

But while working, I was feeling very weak, I felt like I was steaming. And because I ignored all these signs, I collapsed. When I woke up, I was sitting on a chair. They had put me there after I collapsed. The owner told me to go back home and rest, but I didn’t go back because,

That $35k is a lot of money, but we also have to pay the loan shark. I can’t let this job go. And I’m never going back to the Hollow Club again.

After work, when I returned home in the evening with Seon’s favorite food, I noticed the door was open, which was strange. Seon always got scared when the door was open, he said people might break in, so he always locked it from the inside and never left it open.

I dashed inside and saw the whole house was upside down. Our clothes were scattered on the ground, and everything was a mess. I searched the whole house, but Seon wasn’t there, and the money I had brought that morning was also gone.

My whole world fell apart just thinking about what had happened to Seon. And just then, my mobile rang. It was an unknown number.

(Loan Shark): “$35k? How did you earn this much money? Don’t tell me you sold your body?”

(Jae): “Where’s Seon right now? Why did you take him?”

(Loan Shark): “Like you were able to arrange $35k, arrange $150 million too—then your debt will be done, and we’ll let your brother go. Otherwise, he’ll become a great whore.”

He hung up the call.

I didn’t know what to do anymore, how could I arrange $150 million? It’s not a small amount.

At that moment, only one person crossed my mind who could give me that much money. Without a second thought, I locked the door and left the house. I went back to the Hollow Club.

The entrance was open, but no one was going in. Still, I went inside and saw the manager there.

“Manager… I want to meet Mr. Chan. Please tell me where he is?”

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