Part 1. The Start of Trash Disposal
“Ugh! Ah!”
Clatter! Clatter!
“Fuck, tighten it more! Just how many bastards have fucked you for it to be this loose—hah, is this really all you can do?”
“N-no…! No…! Ahhk, it hurts!”
As the Alpha’s hard cock slid out with a wet squelch, semen mixed with blood trailed down in sticky strands like a spiderweb. The hole, stretched so wide the wrinkles were pulled taut, was ripened to a purplish hue, barely clinging to the Alpha’s shaft. If he moved even a little harder, it looked like the thin entrance would tear—but the Alpha pounding into him acted as if that wasn’t his problem at all, slamming his hipbones hard enough to smack against the Omega’s ass with a brutal thud.
“Aaagh! I-it hurts!”
“Hoo… ah! Fuck, why does this tightness feel so damn good—shit!”
“Hngh, S-Suho…!”
“Fuck off, don’t say my name. It kills my appetite.”
“Khk!”
The instant his name was spoken, Choi Suho felt a phantom sensation, as if soft moans were whispering right into his ear—Suho… Suho… mmm. Clicking his tongue, Suho spat onto the cock still buried in the hole. The Omega—Minseong? Minju? He honestly couldn’t remember the name—twisted his face in pain. Seeing that distorted expression reflected in the room’s mirror was oddly pleasing, so Suho grabbed the Omega’s neck with both hands and slammed his firm waist up roughly, thump, thump.
“Kgh—kkh…!”
“Hah! This is nice, huh? Oh? You’re squeezing even better now!”
“Kghk!”
The Omega’s face flushed red as he slapped weakly at Suho’s wrists, then clutched at him desperately, as if begging for his life. The frantic grip, the pleading mixed into it, was pitiful enough to stir sympathy in anyone watching—but to Choi Suho, it was nothing more than a gauge of how well the Omega was squeezing his cock. When the face went pale to the point of bloodlessness, the grip was excellent. When it loosened a bit, the face flushed red and the tightness eased as well.
“Hmmm… mm…!”
As Suho enjoyed the sensation and drove his hips harder, the dense, red inner walls clenched down on his glans, making it swell. Maybe he no longer had the strength to moan—after choking and gagging, the Omega began thrashing his whole body in resistance. When he even started pounding Suho’s hands that were wrapped around his neck, Suho escalated, pressing down fully on the Omega’s throat with his arm and crushing one wrist tightly with the other.
“Stay still, you fucking bastard.”
“Hk…! Huhhk…!”
His body lifted off the floor. With his feet dangling uselessly in midair, his vision went white, and under the pressure crushing his Adam’s apple, the Omega worked his lips helplessly like a fish out of water, begging silently to live. In that state, Suho let out a low, indulgent moan—completely at odds with the Omega’s condition—and began knotting. The Omega’s mouth fell open, saliva dripping as he trembled in agony, and just as expected, his lower abdomen started to bulge visibly in the mirror.
From his gaping mouth came a dying groan—“Gghhhk…”—and as his face turned from white to a sickly blue, Suho slowly loosened his arm.
“Haa—hagh! Huhk, hhk!”
“Fuck, just how much of a used-up rag are you if this is all the tightness you’ve got?”
The real trash was Choi Suho.
“Aaagh!”
But Suho wasn’t the kind of garbage that stopped there. He grabbed the Omega—Minseong or Minju, whoever—by the hair, bent him over the room’s mirrored table, and in a knotted state snapped his hips forward, tap, tap, tap. With a glans swollen larger than a child’s fist scraping violently against the overly sensitive inner walls, the Omega didn’t moan—he screamed, trying to brace himself against the table with shaking hands.
Thud!
But Suho shoved his head down by the hair, preventing even that. His face was crushed into the tabletop, reduced to nothing more than a hole being used—a living onahole. Suho kept fucking him, the hole stretched wide enough to make wet squelch, squelch sounds. The knotted glans caught precariously at the entrance, threatening to tear it open—and then finally did, ripping through the thin opening.
“Aaah! Aah! It hurts! Ah…!”
After so many rough couplings, the inside was already inflamed and sensitive, streaked with blood—and now blood began dripping from the entrance as well, bead by bead, running down along the perineum. Suho was pounding so hard that every time his cock slammed in with a bang, the Omega’s hipbones struck the edge of the platform, turning red. Straight red lines formed along his thighs.
“It hurts…! I said it hurts!”
The Omega couldn’t endure it anymore, crying out that it hurt, trembling on the tips of his toes as he tried to hold himself up—but Suho only shoved his head down harder, moving purely on instinct.
“Shit… hah…!”
As the moment of climax approached, Suho crushed the back of the Omega’s neck in a tight grip, completely subduing him. Under the Alpha’s crushing strength, the Omega couldn’t even scream—he could only claw uselessly at the platform or slap at it weakly. Then, at last, the strength drained from his hands entirely. At the same time, the tension slowly faded from Suho’s eyes, a beautiful smile curling across his lips—
“Haaah.”
A sweet moan spilled out. After confirming that the Omega was gasping, his back heaving from lack of air, Suho loosened his grip, then slumped forward slightly and murmured a name without realizing it.
“Si-in…”
He closed his eyes, drawing in rough breaths, and when he finished, he pulled out his cock with a wet squelch, the knot finally deflating. The Omega, limp with his upper body draped over the platform, barely moved his lips.
“I’m… Minju.”
Suho grabbed the Omega’s hair and yanked his head down, forcing his still-hard cock into the open mouth.
“Who the fuck asked your name? Just clean my dick.”
“No, earlier…!”
He was about to say, You called me Si-in, but the sudden intrusion of Suho’s cock cut him off with a muffled, “Ubbph.” Suho shoved his hips forward hard, then stretched out his free hand toward the powder room vanity, grabbing the cigarette case he’d prepared in advance. He casually pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips, tossing the case carelessly back onto the vanity. Reaching further in to light it—
“Kghk!”
He ended up pressing down hard on the Omega’s Adam’s apple. Unable to hold back the gag reflex from the pressure, Kim Minju shoved at Suho’s thighs—honed solid through weights and jiu-jitsu—and collapsed to the floor, retching violently.
Seeing that, Suho’s face twisted instantly. Without hesitation, he kicked Minju hard in the stomach.
“You fucking bastard! I was enjoying myself and you puke all over the place?!”
“Kgh! Aah! You’re killing—khhk!”
Thud!
With Minju’s head pinned to the floor under his foot, Suho finally retrieved his Zippo lighter and lit the cigarette clenched in his mouth. Drawing in smoke until his cheeks hollowed, Suho lowered his gaze with those handsome, refined eyes and muttered coldly,
“Don’t bother screaming. There’s no one coming to save you.”
“Khk… hhk…”
With his head pressed to the floor, Kim Minju’s back hitched as he sobbed.
—Ah, Minju-ssi?
That gently smiling face…
—If you’re free today, want to grab a light drink? There’s a bottle I’ve got kept at XX Bar.
That firm yet gentle hand he’d extended toward him…
—This might be overstepping, but it’d be better if you didn’t get too involved with Choi Suho.
If only he’d believed Manager Oh back then…
That kind, handsome face smiling at him, the hands that copied an absurd stack of documents on the copier for him when he’d just joined Free Enterprise…
—Choi Suho is Chairman Jang Yuguk’s illegitimate son. That’s why everyone’s wary of him.
—So what if he is? He’s still just a bastard, right?
—What do you mean, “so what”?!
He should’ve taken Manager Oh’s words to heart.
—If that were the case, why hide it? Why do you think they’d let an illegitimate son join Free Enterprise? Anyway, don’t get tangled up with Choi Suho if you can help it. He’s the kind of person who does terrifying things with his father backing him. They say he’s sunk a few people already. Even the Jang brothers want to get rid of him but can’t.
Suho smoked leisurely, then flicked ash onto Kim Minju’s back. As the hot ash landed on the Omega’s pale, slender skin, Minju trembled violently—but he couldn’t scream. He was too terrified of what Suho might do next.
“Hey, don’t be scared. What, you think I’m gonna kill you? We came here to fuck.”
It was true—the beginning had been good. As Manager Oh had said, rumors about Choi Suho being Chairman Jang Yuguk’s illegitimate son seemed to be true, but everything else was wrong. Unlike the infamously filthy Jang brothers, Suho was a polite, kind-looking twenty-eight-year-old man with a calm, gentle face that seemed to know its place. He treated people well regardless of whether they were dominant Alpha or recessive Omega, often stepping up to handle work himself, never losing his smile even through nightly overtime. When someone had bluntly asked, “Are you really Chairman Jang’s illegitimate son?” he’d replied lightly, “Huh? No. Chairman Jang and I don’t even share the same surname, so how could that be…?”—smoothly brushing the rumor aside with magnanimity.
“Of course, even if I killed you, my dad would take care of it. You know who my dad is, right?”
He only realized it was all a mask after the room door had closed.
By then, it was already too late.
Kim Minju trembled violently as he watched Suho slowly approach and squat down in front of his vomit, calmly smoking.
“I—I’m sorry…”
Suho pressed the half-smoked cigarette into Kim Minju’s shoulder.
Sssss.
