How a Privileged Kid Like Me Got Beads Implanted
Yellow pus was seeping from his penis.
The itching was enough to drive a man insane.
His urethra burned, throbbed, and itched without mercy. Every time he pulled down his pants, a spreading yellow stain marked his underwear. Every time he pissed, a searing pain tore through him as if someone were cauterizing the inside of his urethra with a hot iron.
Night after night he tossed and turned until he finally reached down and scratched. Each time, sticky discharge reeking of pus clung to his fingers.
Three in the morning.
Under the glow of his bedside lamp he stared at his phone screen.
Penis. Pus. Itching.
He typed the symptoms into the search bar. Results flooded the screen.
Gonorrhea.
"...Ha."
A laugh tried to escape and died halfway out.
Twenty-nine-year-old office worker Shin Sang-hyuk buried his face in his hands on the bed and sank into pure misery.
Even at the office, work refused to stick in his hands.
The pus leaking from the tip of his cock kept soiling his briefs.
It can't be an STD, right? No way...
Until last year he had lived as a pure, lonely virgin. Then, only six months ago, he had started sleeping with Kim Yu-mi—three years younger, a girl he met through a running crew a friend had dragged him into.
It had been Sang-hyuk's first time. Yu-mi, on the other hand, clearly had experience.
That first night... the way she rode him on the bed with wild, expert hip thrusts, the tattoos inked across her pelvis and ass—Sang-hyuk had been stunned.
Come on, she's twenty-six. Of course she might have been with guys before...
Deep down it stung, but he forced himself to feel better about it.
Still, it felt good. Pure joy. Finally—finally—he had a girlfriend. The pride of it filled him to bursting.
Sang-hyuk was short and nowhere near handsome. From school days onward, romance had always been something that happened to other people.
And now that same guy had a girlfriend anyone would call beautiful: Kim Yu-mi.
They had even set a wedding date three months out. The formal meeting of the families was coming up.
And then... the symptoms had started a few days ago.
A worry he couldn't confide in anyone. Work slipped through his fingers. He couldn't focus, kept making the same stupid little mistakes over and over.
Twenty-nine-year-old Shin Sang-hyuk...
On paper, he lacked nothing.
His parents owned several buildings—wealthy enough to make people envious. He had graduated from a top-tier university, even if humanities degrees didn't impress anyone these days. And he held a job at a top-ten conglomerate.
On paper, he lacked nothing.
Yet at the company he was invisible.
Timid, far too kind. Even when treated unfairly he couldn't talk back.
Above all: 166 cm, 65 kg. His face wasn't hideous, but the small eyes and flat nose, the scrawny frame that from a distance could be mistaken for an elementary school kid...
He knew the female employees called him "Hamster Assistant Manager" behind his back.
For all those reasons even the juniors looked down on him.
He had always been told he lacked confidence and social skills.
His only recent joy was his girlfriend, Kim Yu-mi.
Even on the hardest workdays, just thinking of her made him happy.
She was a woman who didn't match his ordinary self in any way—slim body, classic Gangnam-beauty face.
The only complaint was how many men she seemed to know.
Too many men always meant trouble...
It started when he accidentally saw her exchanging sweet texts with her personal trainer.
Babe. Free tonight? Miss you—
That day he raised his voice for the first time. They fought. But Yu-mi twisted it around, called him petty and controlling, and in the end Sang-hyuk was the one apologizing.
After that he found more messages from other men's names—messages that clearly hinted at sex. Every time, Yu-mi painted him as the small, jealous man. He lost, he apologized, and eventually he simply shut his mouth no matter what evidence he saw.
Even his friends treated him like dirt.
"You little shit, when have I ever not paid you back? Why do you always have to make me look bad!"
The friend he had lent tens of millions of won to... the guy he had thought of as a friend, Ji-hoon, now flew into a rage the moment Sang-hyuk even mentioned the debt.
He didn't need anyone else to tell him how pathetic he was. He knew better than anyone.
In front of others he pretended to be cheerful and unbothered, but he knew full well how spineless and pitiful he really was.
After work, alone, the self-loathing crushed him. And he hated that version of himself most of all.
Staring down at the pus-dripping cock, Sang-hyuk muttered,
"Maybe I should just die."
After work, Sang-hyuk met Yu-mi.
A quiet corner table in a café.
"My family's struggling so I can't bring much for the wedding gifts! But there's your baby in my belly, so understand!"
Yu-mi had been talking about the wedding. She set her phone down and raised an eyebrow.
"What? Oppa, suddenly. Why's your face like that?"
Sang-hyuk fiddled with his cup, then forced the words out.
"You... you don't have another guy besides me, right?"
Yu-mi's expression froze solid. Then it exploded.
"Are you crazy? Who the hell are you accusing?"
In front of her raging, Sang-hyuk couldn't say a single word.
Yu-mi grabbed her bag and stood.
"I'm in a shit mood now, so figure it out yourself. I'm going drinking alone. Don't follow me."
The door slammed shut with an unusually loud crack.
Sang-hyuk sat for a long time staring at his cold americano.
On the way back his feet barely moved.
He left the café and wandered the nearby streets without purpose.
His head felt ready to burst.
Where am I?
He lifted his head and looked around.
A little way down an alley, an old sign came into view.
Men's Clinic ○○ Urology
Wednesday Night Hours — Until 9 PM
A narrow, aging building. Sang-hyuk stopped and stared up at the sign.
The old neon flickered.
Wait... is today Wednesday?
A urology clinic—a place he had never set foot in his entire life...
He wanted an STD test, but his feet refused to move.
For a good twenty minutes he stood blankly in front of the door that somehow smelled faintly of piss.
Then, at some point...
Sang-hyuk made up his mind and started climbing the stairs.
He pushed open the door of the clinic on the second floor.
Inside was quiet.
The nurse sitting behind the reception counter looked up. Heavy makeup, one button of her uniform undone so a pale glimpse of cleavage showed. Narrow eyes, thick lips. Her smile had a mischievous edge.
"First visit?"
"Yes?... Ah... yes."
"Where does it hurt?"
Sang-hyuk flushed and answered in a tiny voice.
"My... hip joint area hurts..."
"Then you should go to orthopedics."
His face burned red as he forced the truth out.
"Actually... down there... there's pus..."
The nurse gave a knowing little smile and led him to the director's office.
As she walked, her hips swayed under the uniform fabric. Sang-hyuk forced his eyes away.
The director looked to be in his mid-forties. Thinning hair, sharp eyes gleaming behind glasses.
The perpetual little smile at the corner of his mouth gave the impression of both a con man and a devil at once.
"Oho! Pus coming out of your cock, you say?"
"Yes."
"That's serious. Let's have a look, shall we."
Sang-hyuk dropped his pants. The director casually lifted his penis as if it were nothing.
He gently spread the pus-smeared glans with his fingers and examined it. The touch was cold and dry.
The nurse standing beside them pretended to take notes while sneaking glances. Those eyes made him uncomfortable.
A moment later the director spoke.
"First get a blood test and a urine test."
Sang-hyuk followed the nurse into the exam room.
While drawing blood she said,
"You came to the right place today. Other hospitals take about a week, but we use the latest methods so you get results right away."
"Ah... yes..."
A short while later the doctor called him back.
"Results are in. It's syphilis."
Sang-hyuk's face went paper-white.
"Sy... syphilis...?"
"Pretty advanced, too. It's making a comeback these days—lots of people catch it from one-night stands at clubs or hostess bars. One-nights are like that. Just bad luck, think of it that way."
"I... I've only ever been with my fiancée."
Sang-hyuk's voice trembled.
"Then you caught it from her, obviously."
The director peeled off his gloves with a cynical tone, that signature sinister smile still in place.
He looked straight into Sang-hyuk's eyes.
The gaze was strange—cold, deep, something you could fall into. For some reason Sang-hyuk couldn't look away.
His mind went fuzzy. A floating, light-headed feeling. And then words he couldn't control began spilling from his mouth.
"At the company... even the juniors look down on me. When I come up with ideas my boss steals them and treats me like an idiot. The only bright spot was the girlfriend I was going to marry... what am I supposed to do now? I don't know what went wrong... why my life turned out like this."
Once the dam broke, the words wouldn't stop.
While staring into the director's eyes, every bitter complaint he would never normally voice poured out without filter.
Like a confession, Sang-hyuk couldn't shut his mouth. As if something had possessed him.
Soon tears were dripping down his face.
The director listened quietly, then leaned forward and patted the crying Sang-hyuk's shoulder.
"Too kind a young man..."
"Being kind isn't the same as being weak. Just like being weak isn't the same as being kind..."
He spoke slowly.
"You need to become strong and confident. Only then can you live a life where you take instead of being taken from."
"..."
"I know a way for people like you to change their lives. Want to try it?"
"...Yes?... Uh... how?"
"I'll implant a few beads into your cock."
Sang-hyuk stared blankly, not understanding. The director pulled a small glass bottle from a drawer. Five transparent silicone beads sat inside, each about the size of a thumbnail.
"Wh... what the hell is this?"
"This is a man's weapon for capturing women."
"What do you do with it?"
"Put these inside your cock and confidence appears. You feel stronger, a little rougher... You handle women with overflowing confidence, and you stop shrinking in front of people. Plenty of men say their whole lives changed after getting dama implanted."
Sang-hyuk had heard the stories—gangsters inserting foreign objects like beads into their penises to give women intense pleasure and lock them down.
But that was criminal, thug talk. Telling a top-university graduate and conglomerate employee like him to put beads in his cock was pure absurdity.
"Wh... what kind of nonsense... how could I..."
Sang-hyuk tried to shove his chair back and stand.
But his shoulder bumped into something soft.
The nurse had somehow moved right behind him.
She whispered. Thick perfume stabbed his nose.
"Aww... it's cool. A man with dama... strong and rough... a bad boy is the real man among men."
"That's something criminals and gangsters do."
"A man looks sexier when he's a little bad... My boyfriend's a cop and he still put in twenty beads in two rows. Ohoho."
"If you put beads in your cock you can't even go to the bathhouse."
"Oh come on, don't be so uptight. In this day and age, what's so shameful about having dama?"
"St... still..."
"The director's skilled. Don't be scared. It'll be over quick. I'll stay right beside you."
Warm breath brushed his earlobe. He knew he should refuse, yet his mouth wouldn't open.
In the end he let the nurse's words pull him out into the hallway.
The operating table was narrower than he expected.
By the time he came to his senses, Sang-hyuk was already completely bare from the waist down, legs spread, lying on his back.
The surgical light stabbed his eyes.
The director applied disinfectant, then gave a local anesthetic injection. After the sharp sting passed, a strange numbness began crawling deep into his penis.
Sang-hyuk looked sideways.
Five white beads lay on a medical tray.
Then...
Sang-hyuk saw it clearly.
One of the beads wriggled like a worm.
"Ex... excuse me."
"Yes?"
"One of those white beads just moved."
The doctor looked amused.
"Beads don't move. I must have bumped the shelf just now and made it shake."
"No, it definitely moved..."
The director ignored him completely.
Then came the wet sound of skin being sliced near his cock.
The director picked up one of the white beads from the tray.
"One going in."
A cold, smooth foreign object slowly slid into the loose flesh behind the glans.
The alien sensation made Sang-hyuk clench his teeth.
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"And five."
The moment the doctor picked up the fifth bead—
Sang-hyuk saw it again, without any doubt.
The final, fifth bead...
It's wriggling!...
It was definitely wriggling. Faintly, but as if it were alive...