AN ESPER'S MOAN IS HIS TRUEST CONFESSION. SO GET YOUR ASS MOVING, YOU BASTARDS, AND SATISFY THEIR COCKS!!!
Those words rang out loud, pounding directly against the ears of a young man whose head rested heavily against a wooden table. It was as though someone had bent down to scream into his skull, the words vibrating through his bones.
What's going on? Didn't I… die?
"Do you have a death wish, Orion Morgan?!"
The sudden roar stabbed through the fog in his mind, louder than the first voice, jolting him upright. His long, silky black hair fell over his face as his eyes snapped open. He raised his head sluggishly, blinking in confusion.
Orion Morgan? Is that… me?
"How dare you keep sleeping on duty!" The voice belonged to a man whose presence was as unpleasant as his words. A broad belly pressed against the fabric of his uniform, straining the buttons. His hair was red, as though flames themselves had taken root on his scalp. His was painted with fury as he barked down at Orion. "Are you really that tired of living? If so, just say the word, and I'll gladly reward you with death, you useless piece of shit!"
Orion flinched at the sheer malice radiating from the man.
Who the hell is this bastard? And just what the fuck is going on?
His gaze darted around the room. The lighting was dim, so dim that it barely kept the space from plunging into complete darkness. Yet, despite the lack of clarity, Orion could make out shapes. There were people everywhere. Dozens. No… hundreds. Their forms crowded the space, bodies pressed close, but none of their faces were visible.
And yet, though their faces were hidden, their presence was undeniable. Their loud shouts, murmurs filled the air accompanied by slow music in the background.
Orion raised a trembling hand to his forehead, pressing his palm against the dull ache building behind his eyes. He closed them tightly, hoping, praying that when he opened them again, everything would vanish.
But when his lashes lifted, the same suffocating scene surrounded him.
His throat worked as he swallowed hard. Is this… what hell looks like?
He dragged in a shaky breath, clutching at the edge of the table for stability. I even got a new name? Orion, is it? Why?
Memories, sharp and agonizing soon surged through his mind. The death of the five Alphas.
The image of their dead bodies flashed before his eyes all while tears, hot and unexpected, welled up and slipped down his cheeks before he realized they had fallen.
Did they all truly die because of me? It was supposed to be a happy ending, wasn't it? Why did it all collapse into such a bad ending instead?!
"Follow me, you piece of shit!" roared the red-haired, pot-bellied man who had been shouting at him for what seemed like forever. Orion hadn't responded once, still caught between disbelief and memory, but now the man's thick fingers clamped around his wrist. With a violent tug, he yanked him forward, dragging him through the crowd.
Bodies pressed on every side. Some people were laughing, others dancing to the slow music, while others glided around carrying trays of glittering drinks. Orion stumbled helplessly after the man, weaving between half-seen shapes until, without warning, he was shoved hard. His knees scraped against the cold tiles, and he barely caught himself before his face smashed into the floor.
And then.....
"Oh yeah, fuck me harder, you filthy slut~!"
The words sliced through the haze, making Orion's heart skip a beat. His head jerked up instinctively, eyes snapping to the scene just a few feet away.
"What the....?"
Two men were tangled together. One was seated on a plush chair, his face relaxed but his body taut as his monstrous cock disappeared into the other man's body. The one riding him moved desperately, hips pistoning up and down, his face contorted with pleasure as if his entire life depended on that brutal rhythm.
What the actual hell? Shouldn't they… I don't know… book a damn room?!
But before he could gather himself, his eyes darted to the right only to find even more chaos unfolding. Men pressed against each other in clumps, groaning and moaning as they lost themselves in frenzied acts. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh was loud enough to be heard. The air was filled with the suffocating scent of sex.
Orion's jaw dropped. This is insane! This has to be hell. Yeah, that's the only explanation. But since when did hell come with a fucking night club? He gritted his teeth. This isn't what I planned to wake up to after death! And I was never supposed to end up in hell in the first place! If anything, I should've gone back to Earth, my original world!!!
"…Uhmm… Mister," Orion muttered hesitantly, lifting his gaze toward the pot-bellied, red-haired man who had dragged him here. His voice cracked as he spoke, trying to keep steady. With that fiery mane, the man almost looked like some cheap imitation of Lucifer. But no....Lucifer, at least in his imagination, would be terrifying. This one? This one was just disgusting. A messenger, maybe? A warden of this damn pit?
"Please… what's going on here?"
The man's face contorted even further with anger, his tone laced with venom as he snapped, "I'm tired of your shit, Orion. If you can't serve drinks properly to the customers, then you'll serve them in another way. Open your ears and listen carefully, if you can't hold a tray, then you'll satisfy their cocks. At least the payment from that will cover a quarter of your debt. After that, you'll continue working until it's all paid off."
"What?!" The word tore itself from Orion's throat before he even realized it. His disbelief erupted into a bitter scoff as he shoved himself back to his feet only for a sharp explosion of pain to crash into his face.
A heavy hand had slapped him so hard his body spun, and he went crashing back onto the cold floor. Stars burst across his vision.
Who the fuck....?!
Orion turned his head, fury flashing in his eyes, only to freeze.
The man towering over him was a monster in human skin, burly and shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of dark pants that stretched tightly around his thick legs. Muscles corded his arms, his chest gleamed with sweat, and the raw, merciless glare in his eyes screamed that retaliation would be suicide.
Orion swallowed the curses threatening to spill out. No fucking way I can fight someone like that. Unless I want to die on the spot.
"Let's get one thing straight…" Orion hissed instead, his voice low but trembling as he pressed a hand against his burning cheek. His skin stung sharply beneath his palm, like fire licking at him. "Just what the hell is going on here?"
No one answered. The burly man only looked down at him with cold and unyielding eyes.
Then, Orion's gaze caught on something else.....his own body.
"No…" His eyes widened. "No way"
He wasn't wearing clothes. Not a shirt, not pants, not even underwear.
Instead, a ridiculous pink belt hugged his waist. From it, straps stretched up across his chest, framing him in mockery. His cock was out in the open, swinging helplessly, which made him slap his hands over it in shame. To make matters worse, a pair of cute, fluffy pink ears perched atop his head, completing the humiliating costume.
His voice cracked as it rose, panic taking hold. "Just what the hell is this, Mister?! What the fuck did I do to end up here?! Where the hell am I?!"
Another slap....no, more like a blow struck his face before he could finish. The same burly man's hand connected with brutal force, knocking him flat against the ground again.
"Fuck!" Orion spat, tasting blood on his tongue.
"Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" the man growled, his voice sharp enough to chill Orion's bones. "You speak to the boss in a cool tone, always respectful, always low. You don't raise your voice here. You lower it no matter what."
The red-haired man stepped closer, with a smirk on his face "This is my organization. My club. And I won't allow garbage like you to ruin it. If you didn't want to serve the Espers, then you shouldn't have ended up here in the first place. But here you are....a useless human. So be grateful. It's a privilege, one most people would kill for, to be used by them."
He turned his head toward the Esper still pounding mercilessly into the man who looked on the verge of collapsing. The poor victim's body shuddered, limp and weak, but the thrusts never stopped.
"In case that one dies…" The red-haired man's lips stretched into a warm, almost fatherly smile that made Orion's stomach drop. He gestured toward Orion. "Here's another one for you."
Then, snapping his gaze back to the trembling young man, his tone sharpened again. "Make sure you serve him well… or get ready to be killed."