Double Junk - 97

“Good… Uh, yes, good, Boss… Ugh, hmm, good…”

Ajin repeated, calling out to Seokju, expressing his pleasure even though Seokju hadn’t done anything. It was learned moaning.

“…”

Seokju silently watched Ajin, who had turned over onto his back. Soon, Ajin reached his climax. His head tilted back, his feet stretched out flat. His thin body trembled.

“Huh…”

The semen he had already ejaculated was watery. Yet, perhaps due to the drug’s influence, it still shot out forcefully, dirtying Seokju’s cheek. Seokju roughly wiped Ajin’s semen away with the back of his hand.

Ajin collapsed into his arms. Then, with a dazed face, he looked up at Seokju.

That face was terribly… vulgar. Empty eyes, exaggerated eyebrows full of desire, lips reddened from the lust, yearning for even greater pleasure.

In truth, spending the night with Ajin, if I gently nibble and suck him, I could easily see his face. But at this moment, it felt unfamiliar, like seeing it for the first time.

You’re just a boy, after all. That’s what it felt like.

Seokju scratched his eyebrows with his thumb and index finger. The darkness kept creeping into his vision. Even if he blinked rapidly, his sight continued to dim. While his head cooled, his throat felt like it had swallowed a fireball.

No matter how much I wanted a false Ajin, it would feel unpleasant if it showed. Although it might seem contradictory to confine him and put on a show, it was truly unpleasant, so there was nothing I could do about it.

What I wanted was a false Ajin, not a ruined Ajin. This felt like another way to shatter Seokju’s world.

Seokju blew his bangs up.

“Boss…”

Ajin called out to him in a moist voice. Then, his eyes half-closed as he whispered. His lips, glistening like candy from saliva, slowly parted.

“Boss… let’s… Shall we? Let’s… do it, hmm?”

“…”

“Presi-dent… It’s so cold here… Too cold… Please hug me. Hold me…”

With Ajin’s hand, soaked in semen, he stroked Seokju’s wrist. Sometimes, he pressed his face against Seokju’s neck, awkwardly pressing his lips against his chin.

“Alright, Ajin. Let’s do it. Let’s.”

Seokju said with a smirk. With a refreshing grin, he spoke. As Ajin stared at it blankly. Suddenly, he grabbed his hair. Ajin’s chin was forced upwards towards the sky.

“Ah…”

Seokju’s firm face filled Ajin’s view. Just a moment ago, he was smiling. It’s strange… Ajin looked like a child who had just seen magic. Even with his hair pulled, he blinked unresistingly, gazing vacantly.

Seokju twisted his lips relentlessly against Ajin’s.

“Keep f*ing until you break me.”

Ajin was dragged out of the desk with a dripping sound.

Refluxing Waves

Seokju wasn’t someone who enjoyed gangster behavior. He never engaged in activities like diluting alcohol with water, threatening citizens, demanding protection money from shop owners who had never heard of him, selling and buying women, receiving money for kidnapping or murder, stealing or pickpocketing.

Seokju solely made and sold drugs. And until a couple of months ago, he only sold them abroad. He avoided troublesome fights.

However, this changed when Jung-ho stabbed Myung-jin, and eventually, Seokju began to engage in “gangster behavior.”

Currently, in 1950s Seoul, drugs were as big of a market as alcohol. Of course, it was illegal, but with a government too busy with development to pay attention to drugs sold in 1g or 3g increments, they weren’t a priority. The presence of drug addicts wasn’t very noticeable either.

On the other hand, citizens needed entertainment. Unlike a few decades ago when securing three meals a day was both work and a dream, in affluent Korea, people looked for coffee instead of meals and preferred nights over days.

Alcohol and tobacco had descended into trivial forms of entertainment, and as a result, the demand for drugs soared.

Now, there’s a difference between alcohol and drugs. Alcohol has its own factories. That means there are companies that produce liquor. No matter how high the gangsters raised the price, they eventually had to buy it from somewhere, and there was a fair market price.

Moreover, to sell alcohol, there had to be places where people could drink it, which meant hiring people, selling snacks, opening wallets of men, and having women to flirt with. In other words, there was a significant amount of money involved indirectly.

On the other hand, drugs were made and sold directly. There was no minimum or maximum price. What mattered was how much you could charge, and as people became addicted quickly, the amount sold daily increased.

Naturally, Jung-ho’s faction became negligent in managing the establishments and started taking an interest in selling drugs. Even the splinter factions within Jung-ho’s faction began eyeing the drug business, which Myung-jin was slowly dividing among them.

Yet, things had been relatively peaceful so far. They monopolized the Seoul market, so even if they made slightly less or more money among themselves, they all earned a lot together.

But then Seokju and the Tae-hoe faction appeared, carrying drugs different from the ones the Jung-ho faction was roughly making and selling.

Naturally, customers flocked to the Tae-hoe faction’s drugs. As a result, the Jung-ho faction’s income took a direct hit.

Then, it was only a matter of time before the Jung-ho faction initiated a full-on fight against the Tae-hoe faction. Even if they moved the drug factories, by now they would have figured out where they were and how the drugs were distributed.

So, they just needed to fight and take over. That’s gangster business. Unfortunately, the Tae-hoe faction wasn’t a force that could just charge in, snatch, and trample down without the permission of the Jung-ho faction. The members of the Tae-hoe faction were too big, their hands too thick, and, at best, they only carried a wooden club or a small knife around, unlike the Jung-ho faction who strutted with revolvers strapped to their waists.

The Jung-ho faction didn’t spend much money on people, meaning their immediate family members. There hadn’t been any threats to them so far, and giving guns to family members would have been a waste of money, so they preferred to fill their own barns.

They had been living like this leisurely, but now that they had gathered money among themselves to buy expensive guns for their members, receiving an income on top of that was inevitable. Even if the guns were just bowls for the guy next door, they had to snatch and fill their stomachs.

So, it had been exactly one month since Seokju started pushing drugs in Seoul. Internal strife began within the Jung-ho faction. While they staged protests, saying they needed to fight the Tae-hoe faction as soon as possible, they quietly pulled their family members’ bowls towards themselves.

Eventually, a fight broke out. Factions fighting over 4th and 5th place within the Jung-ho faction clashed, and as their strengths were evenly matched, both sides suffered heavy casualties. One establishment was smashed to the point where it couldn’t operate for a while.

It was good news for Seokju. It was the news he had been waiting for. It was time to slowly take revenge on Myung-jin and the family members who had been injured or killed.

“Who got hurt more?”

“It was the Yongma faction, 5th place, sir.”

“And the leader of the Yongma faction?”

“He’s dead.”

“Dead? The leader?”

“Yes. He was always hot-tempered and quick-tempered. He led the fight for no reason and ended up getting stabbed in the throat. He’s having his funeral right now.”

“Then the second one must still be around. I need to meet him.”

“……Yes?”

“With the second one of the Yongma faction.”

With Seokju’s words, Deok-jae blinked foolishly. Then, with the words “I’ll get ready,” he bowed his waist.

And a few days later, Seokju was able to sit face to face with Doo-hyuk, the second-in-command of the Yongma faction.

Doo-hyuk, dressed in a suit, gulped down the whiskey-filled glass. Seokju, sitting opposite him, slowly tilted his glass of liquor.

“Can I have another drink?”

Doo-hyuk asked. Seokju nodded, saying he could have as many as he wanted. Doo-hyuk poured whiskey from the heavy bottle into his glass. Seokju looked at him intently.

As investigated, Doo-hyuk was a younger brother who deeply respected and loved his older brother. As is often the case with second-borns, he had received help from his brother when he had nothing and had lived gratefully as if his brother were his savior. Like his brother, he sometimes regarded him as a father. But now that things had turned out like this, there must have been a huge well of anger growing inside him.

“Bring some food,” Seokju said to Deok-jae, who was standing by the door. Deok-jae nodded and went outside.

The place where the two men were sitting was the restaurant of the most expensive hotel in Seoul. It was on the 10th floor of a high-rise building, overlooking the entire downtown Seoul through the window, with a chandelier swaying overhead and the table covered in silk like a board.

Seokju had carefully chosen the location. If the boss had survived, they might have met at any random bar, but not the second-in-command. Especially him, he needed to be treated even better. There must be a lot of madness in his heart.

Doo-hyuk emptied his second glass quickly and firmly placed it down.

“The food is ready. Why did you want to meet? It’s embarrassing to just sit and stare at each other,” Doo-hyuk said.

“This might take a while. Just eat. The food here is good,” Seokju replied with a tight-lipped smile. At that, the veins on Doo-hyuk’s neck bulged.

“Am I being watched while I’m eating? Because of who?”

“Because of the Sular faction. They’re pushing their noses into Yongma faction’s business.”

Doo-hyuk clenched his jaw shut. Seokju poured him another drink. Expensive liquor, hard to find even in the US, was generously poured into his glass.