000024 - The Little Prince in the Ossuary
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Warning, the chapter contains scenes that are not recommended for young audiences, reader discretion is advised.
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# Past, Transaction Day
A boy, born in winter, was in the mansion with his parents. The high ceiling and distant walls made it feel unlike a home to him.
It was somehow cold. Although it was autumn outside, the interior felt like winter. Gyeo-ul didn't like the season he was born in. It was cold and lonely.
He initially thought the guide was a servant, but was surprised to learn she was the daughter. The age gap was vast.
She appeared to be in her twenties; one might even believe she was a granddaughter. There was a quiet atmosphere. She somehow hid her face.
If you cautiously looked beyond her hair, her expression seemed snow-covered, reflecting her feelings.
An old man, longing for youth, was awaiting the arrival of his goods. He offered no pleasantries. Upon seeing the boy, he immediately spoke.
"Strip."
"Pardon?"
"Undress. I need to see the condition of the merchandise."
His tone was rough and curt. Gyeo-ul was troubled. Even at his age, removing clothes in such a setting was difficult without hesitation. It was humiliating.
How could a boy approaching twenty years old easily expose himself, especially with so many strangers around?
The woman claiming to be the chairman's daughter and the gazes of the employees were concerning.
Gyeo-ul sensed their embarrassment, even if they didn't show it. He was sensitive to others' emotions.
The chairman said, "If you intend to ruin the transaction, stand still. We can always proceed with a full-body transplant using a clone instead."
Ah-young's gaze turned to her father. She blamed him for lying, but as their eyes met, she was the first to avert her gaze. The chairman ignored his daughter with a look of disdain.
Gyeo-ul's parents were anxious, forcing awkward smiles and poking their son's back.
"Do as the chairman says, okay? Be a good boy."
His mother's voice made it sound as if she were soothing a disobedient child.
The weight of the stone in his heart, growing heavier each day, painfully collided with his trembling heart.
A scorching chill rose to his throat. He could bear it because he was used to it. Soon, there would be nothing heavier left to bear.
Yes, if he could live with a true heart within a false life.
With his gaze lowered, the boy began to undress layer by layer.
"Remove your underwear, too."
Hesitation. Gyeo-ul's pause was brief. Though ashamed, he finished undressing. At last, he was completely naked. Standing raw and exposed, in human form, he looked at the chairman. When he silently asked if that was enough, the old man dreaming of youth smiled contentedly.
"A premium product. Excellent."
Chairman Go Guncheol approached closely, touching, pressing, and kneading various parts of the boy.
He seemed pleased with the boy's solid physique. He was quite tall. The chairman's crown couldn't reach the boy's collarbone.
With an opportunity, the boy might have ventured into the entertainment industry.
"You're handsome from head to toe. Good. Yes, the body to be used needs to be at this level."
If only it had ended there, but the chairman sniffed closely. Muttering that scent was important, Gyeo-ul wanted to die from the shame.
But the truly worst demand was separate.
"Get it hard."
"Pardon?"
"Get this erect."
Flicking his fingertips against the boy's penis, Go Guncheol made an earnest demand. Everyone watching was shocked.
Unable to bear it, Ah-young, knowing her efforts would be futile, stepped forward to dissuade her father.
"Stop! The doctors guaranteed there were no issues! Isn't this enough?"
"Enough? Enough?"
The chairman displayed a scornful expression.
"It's fifty billion won. It's a vast sum that someone earning a hundred million won a year would need to save half of for a hundred years. It's pocket change to me, but an unimaginable fortune to this boy. When buying a fifty-billion-won item, why shouldn't I check for defects?"
"But..."
"But nothing. I've been a trader all my life. I've never made a decision by just listening to others! I must verify everything myself! Tsk-tsk, to have such a weak daughter..."
Words remained powerless weapons.
For the onlookers, especially for Gyeo-ul, it was a bewildering spectacle. On the other hand, resentment was swallowed.
His parents, perhaps too embarrassed to demand this further of him, kept their mouths shut. They were merely anxious.
Only the merciless merchant was unabashed. Having expressed intent to pay, there was no need to delay the transaction. Chairman Go Guncheol pressed mercilessly.
"What are you doing? Get it up. Don't act innocent as if you've never masturbated."
Fortunately, people around instinctively turned their heads. Gyeo-ul tried to think dirty thoughts, but it wasn't easy. Especially with the piercing stare of the old man.
"I'm sorry. I can't do it."
The chairman immediately retorted.
"Don't you want to earn money?"
"..."
"Do you think living off other people's money is easy? So many indulge in insurance fraud to play in virtual reality when they have a body like yours, free of transplant rejection! You can sell your body and loaf around for the rest of your life! You should be grateful for this opportunity! I wouldn't be saying this if you at least tried!"
"But... I really can't do it."
The boy trembled with humiliation. He wanted to cry out and scream, entrusting himself to the weight of the accumulated stone.
An unreasonable situation. Anyone watching would have empathized with Gyeo-ul.
However, that sight only fueled Chairman Go Guncheol's anger. Where the energy came from his aged frame was unknown, but his already loud voice began to roar even louder.
"Youngsters these days have no mental toughness! Effort! Effort! You must exert effort! Where's the will that won't get you anywhere?"
The stubborn old man panted heavily as if overwhelmed, but Gyeo-ul remained motionless like a stone.
His well-built physique looked small and pitiful. Trapped emotions that couldn't be released contributed to the image.
The scrutinizing chairman called for his daughter.
"You. Suck this."
"What?"
"Suck it to get it up."
She thought she'd misheard, but no. Ah-young was dumbstruck. Gyeo-ul's eyes grew wide, and his parents and nearby employees displayed expressions wondering if they heard correctly.
The tyrannical father urged his daughter.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry."
"Are you in your right mind? I'm your daughter!"
Rebuking a parent for demanding such a thing, Ah-young found her father displaying a rather approving expression.
"Yes. You are my daughter! Do you know what that means? That you wouldn't even exist without me!"
"How can you ask your married daughter to do this?!"
"That's why it's easier! You've done it for your husband!"
None there could contend with the vicious harangue. Ah-young trembled from the rising anger, glaring at him. The chairman smirked.
"You're glaring at your father? How impudent. Do you think you can live without me? If I abandoned you, would your husband stay with you? Could you survive with an infant on your own strength? Tell me. What do you think?"
At the mention of a child, the strength drained from Ah-young's gaze. Though a lovely daughter, the father didn't like the granddaughter.
He thought women were inherently impure, with no reason to rejoice at their birth.
It was something he said to his daughter, holding the child a day after childbirth.
Ah-young's husband hadn't married her out of love. Not love for Go Ah-young the person, but for marrying the successor of Hyesung Group.
Should she lose her status as a successor, he would abandon her, of course.
Though he favored Ah-young's body, there were other women more beautiful. He was cheating even now.
There was no one to protect the one-year-old but her mother. If her father turned against her and cast her out, there would be no way to find a job.
All doors would be closed. Ah-young succumbed to reality. She kneeled in front of the boy born in winter.
"Ah? Wait, hold, hold on..."
Gyeo-ul attempted to retreat, but she held his hands firmly, speaking in a subdued voice.
"It's okay. Just endure a little."
Soothing him before he could react, she took his penis into her mouth.
"Mmgh..."
The father had mocked her earlier for supposedly being experienced, but in truth, this was new for Ah-young.
While knowledge on matters wasn't lacking among adults in such a world, she'd never acquiesced to her husband's demands.
Pride.
Her husband's lackluster interest in her in bed owed itself to this.
Explaining this would be pointless.
Though the boy had imagined such a thing at least once, the reality far surpassed imagination. Guilt, shame, repressed anger.
Despite these negative feelings, he found his breath catching with each pulse. It was only logical, nothing more than that.
Ah-young gauged the timing. Nausea welled up.
Showing any distress would only invite ridicule. She stood with a blank face, retrieved a handkerchief, wiped her mouth, and looked at her father.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"Let me see that handkerchief."
Taking the handkerchief, the chairman roughly wiped the boy. After clearing away his daughter's saliva, he held the dry penis, inspecting its girth and length.
Then he nodded, satisfied.
"It's fine. Impressive."
"... Is it over now?"
Even at the shaky inquiry, the chairman was curt. However, his tone, softer than before, displayed a rarity unbeknownst to non-family or close associates.
"Why are you whining after a good experience? And no, it's not over."
It wasn't over. Now, fear was visible on the boy's face. What could possibly remain? Chairman Go Guncheol spoke nonchalantly.
"I need to see it ejaculate."
"..."
Ah-young relinquished resistance in silence. Gyeo-ul whimpered.
"Please..."
Please what?
Even the boy might not know its meaning. But sometimes, even vague words could have clear significance.
Understanding this heart, Ah-young felt her resistance diluted. A pitiful child. It was empathy.
With that realization, she ignored her detestation, intent on being kind to the boy.
She stood behind him, one hand running through his hair, holding him in an embrace, whispering in his ear.
"Think of it as just a dream. Once it's over, it'll just be a bad dream."
"Ugh, huh, this isn't right..."
Kindness, unreceived even from family, shook the boy.
The sweet breath near his ear, the soft breast pressing against his back, the warmth radiating throughout his body, the heat numbly suffusing his mind, and, above all, those white, long fingers sensitively brushing against him—the tender friction of her palms.
Ah-young worked to draw his climax. Rejecting her husband's demands meant relying on her hands often, affording her proficiency here unlike using her mouth.
Finally, he burst. A sound of admiration from the aged chairman, "Ohh."
"Yes, it should be like this. Very healthy."
Chairman Go Guncheol flashed a rare smile. He patted the boy's shoulder in praise.
"Well done. I'm very pleased."
Gyeo-ul blinked rapidly. As though the preceding lunacy had been a lie, the chairman appeared extraordinarily composed.
"Now it's my turn to demonstrate compensation."
"You mean the money?"
"Not just that."
Chairman Go Guncheol continued in a stern manner.
"I am a fair trader. I may have broken laws, but I have never violated my own market principles. Didn't I say? Everything must be confirmed firsthand to be assured. Since I've verified your worth, you have the right to examine the compensation I'll provide, item by item. Money, yes, it's crucial. But isn't what's more important to you personally the virtual reality world where you'll spend the rest of your life after the transaction?"
"Virtual reality..."
Certainly, while money was paramount for Gyeo-ul's parents, the chairman's payment for this transaction included more than just a house and finances.
The virtual reality environment in which the boy would be "laid to rest" was also part of the compensation.
To the chairman, it was a kind of bartering. Having confirmed the quality of the boy, the boy had the obligation and right to confirm the quality of the virtual reality.
"It's best to experience it directly. I'll have a terminal brought to your home."
It wasn't a remark requiring an answer. The boy simply nodded obediently.
Clacky's Corner:
Damn, our boy Gyeo-ul got raped. It feels uncomfortable.
I hope the old man dies a gruesome death.
Also, fuck Gyeo-ul's parents, they are worse than trash.