Chapter 44
With gritted teeth, he made one final plea. But that plea quickly turned into a horrific hell.
“Nngh—”
The heated cock pushed into his dry, tight hole. Naturally, it tried to penetrate all at once, but his body instinctively rejected it and pushed it back out. Seeing his cock being forced out again, Han Taekyung clicked his tongue with a “tsk.” Then he grabbed Igeon’s waist and pulled him back. Igeon’s body had completely frozen from the shock of the initial penetration. Could he really endure this? Should he kick this bastard away right now and escape? The pheromones pressing down so heavily were now turning into fear. A fear that felt like it would wrap around him, squeeze tight, and crush him. Someone might ask how mere pheromones could make him feel this way, but he truly could feel it. That’s when it happened.
Han Taekyung grabbed Igeon’s waist and shoved his cock in with one thrust. It was so forceful that it made a “thwack!” sound, like someone punching a stomach. The impact was so tremendous that Igeon thought it might be better to just lose consciousness. No, he couldn’t think at all.
“ARGH!!”
The belated scream of pain wasn’t heard by anyone. He had never experienced such pain in his entire life. Not even when he broke his leg as a child. It felt like his entire body was being torn in half. And of course it did. Han Taekyung’s cock, befitting a dominant alpha, was far too large—something that startled Igeon whenever he happened to glimpse it—and now it was fully erect… something larger than a 500mL water bottle had pierced through his body in one go. It couldn’t possibly be normal.
Sure enough, red droplets fell between his legs. Blood. Feeling the warm, tangy scent flowing down his thighs, Igeon gritted his teeth. This sensation of something filling his stomach completely, plus the unbearably hot and painful position of Han Taekyung’s cock inside him, was truly surreal. Until this morning, no one could have predicted something like this would happen.
“It, it hurts.”
He didn’t want to sound weak. His alpha pride was already shattered, and if he started whimpering now, he felt he might truly go insane. But it hurt so much. So much that… he felt like crying his eyes out.
“It hurts. Fuck— it fucking hurts. Han Taekyung!!”
Once he started speaking, the words flowed out without hesitation. He wanted to ask him to pull out, but he was too afraid to even say it. Just thinking about that thing moving again… Igeon shuddered as he felt every pulse of the cock inside him.
“Please come to your sen— Ugh!!”
As he reached back with his hand in a pleading gesture, trying to grab Han Taekyung, Taekyung seized both of Igeon’s arms and slowly pulled out his cock. The feeling was so disgusting that Igeon dry heaved. At this sight, Han Taekyung smirked and thrust his hips deeply again, and Igeon felt like he would stop breathing from the impact that seemed to pierce his stomach. The second impact was tremendous enough to cause his entire body to convulse. His body trembled, and even breathing became difficult. As soon as Han Taekyung released his arms, Seo Igeon collapsed face down on the floor and clenched his fists. Then Han Taekyung began thrusting again.
Thwack-thwack-thwack— It was a terrible sound. The sound of someone getting hurt, the sound of someone in pain.
“Ngh— AHH!!”
He tried to endure by gritting his teeth, but it hurt so much that he felt like the pain wouldn’t subside unless he made some noise. His face was pressed against the floor, getting scratched and messed up every time Han Taekyung moved, but he was going crazy from the pain below.
“Haah….”
With a long, hot breath, Han Taekyung’s movements ceased. Then he grabbed Igeon’s hair and bit his ear. Slowly, he bit the flesh of his nape and down his spine. Not to leave playful, ticklish marks, but to leave marks of pain and suffering. It seemed like he was working to leave an indelible seal that would never fade. At the same time, Igeon gritted his teeth as he felt Han Taekyung’s cock growing slightly larger inside him. Tears wet the floor, but the culprit didn’t seem likely to retreat or disappear easily.
Han Taekyung slowly pulled out, but with the tip still precariously caught, he turned Seo Igeon’s body around. Spreading his legs wide, he drove the stake into Igeon’s body once more and looked down at him. He placed Igeon’s legs on his shoulders and ran his hands over his abs and chest. Then he started biting again, from the nape downward. Seo Igeon covered his face with both hands and bit his own lips.
If only Han Taekyung’s pheromones would weaken just a bit, he would try to escape with a kick, but the pheromones only grew thicker and heavier. The pheromones, opened just enough to let Igeon barely breathe, seemed to know exactly how to make things harder and more painful for him.
This place, filled with unpleasant creaking sounds, rough breathing, and occasional gasps of pain, was nothing short of hell. They say humans are creatures of adaptation. After being penetrated several times, it was as if a hole had been made in his stomach; when he’d somewhat gotten used to the pain, Igeon opened his tightly shut eyes and looked at Han Taekyung. He wondered what the guy’s face looked like. Was he in pain too, like himself? Was it agonizing for him too?
But his expectations were completely off. Han Taekyung’s eyes were still red. And his face was filled with satisfaction. That face, full of the satisfaction of having conquered what he wanted to conquer, was completely different and unfamiliar from the Han Taekyung he had known until now. No, it was rather chilling.
“Han Tae— Ugh!”
He wanted to ask if he was really the Han Taekyung he knew. But, as if with perfect timing, Han Taekyung suddenly began thrusting vigorously again. His breathing became rough, and feeling him tensing his lower abdomen, Igeon instinctively realized what he was trying to do inside him and raised his upper body.
“No—! AHH!! NO!!”
Igeon tried to kick him with his feet, but he couldn’t. His legs, even harder to move than before, were experiencing muscle spasms. The more Igeon resisted, the tighter Han Taekyung held him and pressed their bodies together. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack, he thrust at a speed incomparable to before.
“Han Taekyung!! Damn it!! NO!! I said NO, don’t cum. Don’t cum inside!!”
That was the one thing—the one thing he hated. He really, really hated it. But as if mocking Seo Igeon’s wishes, as soon as the words left his mouth, Han Taekyung’s cock released all the semen it had been holding into Igeon’s body.
“Ah… ah….”
Feeling the semen filling his insides, Igeon felt his body turning cold. Han Taekyung was exhaling rough breaths with his body slightly bent, and when Igeon shifted his gaze downward, he was shocked to see the explicit scene of himself connected to Han Taekyung. Below was already a mess of blood, making it look like a murder had taken place if anyone saw it. Meanwhile, when Han Taekyung slightly pulled out his cock, a small amount of semen bubbled and flowed out through the gap, but no more could flow out because Han Taekyung pushed his cock back in to block it. Despite having ejaculated, his cock hadn’t decreased in size at all. After catching his breath, Han Taekyung slightly raised his head and made eye contact with Igeon. Igeon hated everything right now. A sudden feeling of emptiness washed over him. Was this the emptiness of being an alpha? At that moment, when Han Taekyung leaned his face towards Igeon, opening his mouth to kiss him, Igeon punched him in the face.
“Damn it, come to your senses!!”
Even if they had entered a point of no return, he couldn’t give up on Han Taekyung. It would be too painful for Igeon if everything they had built together in less than a year vanished so meaninglessly. But Han Taekyung didn’t seem to care. He grabbed Igeon’s hair and roughly pressed their lips together. He aggressively inserted his tongue, sucking, biting his lips as if tearing at them, licking every corner of his teeth, and tormented Igeon with a violent act that couldn’t even be called a kiss. While kissing like that, he moved his lower body again. Thanks to the semen inside, he could move more smoothly than before, but that only increased Igeon’s pain. Instinctively, he tried to push him away, but it was of no use. On the already ruined floor, Igeon had to spread his legs again and receive Han Taekyung.
“Seo… Igeon….”
His mind snapped to attention. For the first time, Han Taekyung called his name. Had he returned to his senses?
“Seo… Igeon….”
“Han Taekyung….”
He looked into Han Taekyung’s eyes again. His pupils were still red. What did that mean?
“Are you back to your sen— AH! UGH!!”
He tried to ask hopefully if he had returned to his senses, but as if shattering that hope, Han Taekyung moved his hips again.
“Seo Igeon….”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
