Because the bathrobe had slipped halfway off, Choi Suho’s thick, fleshy ass was fully exposed. Ji Haesu slapped it hard—smack, smack—then grabbed Choi Suho by the hair as he turned around and forced his head down.
“Ghk!”
“This is how you raped him.”
“N-no! I never did anything like that!”
Now that he was the one being attacked, Choi Suho cowardly resorted to lies.
“I never raped Do Si-in here either! We lived together for three years! We even promised to get married—!”
“Oh, so that’s why you deliberately had the pregnant Do Si-in get hit by a car on a rainy day to force an abortion, and when that wasn’t enough, you even had his uterus removed so he could never get pregnant again?”
“Fuck, it wasn’t a hysterectomy! That— that was really an accident!”
Fuck, how much does this bastard know? No, this wasn’t just some random approach. Do Si-in asked for it himself! He begged him to fuck up my life! In times like this, money solves everything. I just need to give him way more than what that Do Si-in bastard paid him!
“H-how much did Do Si-in give you? I can give you more! Way more than that!”
“Ah, I don’t need money. Sorry, but I have more money than you.”
“Fuck, that’s impossible!”
He’d never seen a commoner with more money than himself in his entire life.
“You’ve got more money than my dad?”
“I haven’t counted, but want to try? Haha, just kidding. I came here for you, Suho. And I already told you—this has nothing to do with money.”
“Fuck, then why are you doing this?! What did I do wrong?! That bastard enjoyed it too! You know? He lived in luxury for three years on the money I gave him! And now I’m supposed to be abandoned by my father just because of some recessive Omega?!”
“Hmm, Suho.”
Ji Haesu cut him off lightly—
“First, I think I need to fix that habit of yours—talking down to me.”
It was completely out of the blue. As Choi Suho stared at him in a daze, Ji Haesu’s cock—erect and thicker than a child’s forearm—peekaboo popped into view in front of him. When Choi Suho screamed in genuine shock, “Aaaagh!”, Ji Haesu stroked himself from top to bottom and spoke in an affectionate voice.
“I told you, didn’t I? We’re not the kind of relationship that just meets once and ends.”
“Fuck off! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
“That won’t do, Suho. So while I’m still being nice, stop talking down to me and use honorifics. And call me hyung, okay? I’m four years older than you.”
“Ah!”
Ji Haesu yanked Choi Suho’s hair and whispered directly into his ear.
“Or you’re really fucked. While I’m still willing to be sweet, try calling me ‘Haesu hyung.’ Then I might go a little eas—”
Ptui!
But Choi Suho wasn’t the type to speak politely to anyone except his father. He gathered saliva and spat it straight into Ji Haesu’s face as he demanded respect. There was a saying that you don’t spit on a smiling face, but that didn’t apply to Choi Suho. He had it in him to spit even on the face of someone crying at a funeral.
“Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit.”
“Ha… hahaha.”
Ji Haesu grabbed Choi Suho’s hair even harder and slammed him face-first onto the bed.
“Wow. You’re more trash than I expected.”
“Ugh—!”
With his face buried in the pile of blankets, Choi Suho struggled as it became hard to breathe. In the process, his injured right hand took a hit, and his body stiffened with a jolt. Ji Haesu, his pupils dilated with rising heat, looked down at Choi Suho’s solid, well-built muscular body, then wiped away the saliva that had been spat on his face. Without a shred of hesitation, he smeared it straight between Choi Suho’s ass cheeks.
While not as often as with Choi Suho, Ji Haesu had followed clients’ requests before and raped rapists himself. He knew exactly where to do it.
“……!”
Push.
“Ah…!”
Without warning, a thick, hard finger invaded the tender interior. Unable to endure the pain, Choi Suho shrieked in a sharp, high voice, “It hurts, it hurts…!” Ji Haesu replied with a blank expression.
“Do Si-in probably said the same thing.”
“No! Do Si-in— he liked it…!”
Panting harshly, Choi Suho twisted his face to the side despite being held and shouted.
“At least we loved each other—!”
But he couldn’t finish the sentence. His face crumpled into utter despair, like someone who had fallen off a cliff. Ji Haesu pressed Choi Suho’s head down as if he were about to crush it and said calmly,
“If you’re only realizing now that you loved Do Si-in, then you really are trash that deserves to die.”
“No! I— I…”
Ji Haesu reached his conclusion quickly.
“You probably thought that because you loved him, you couldn’t kill Do Si-in—someone with no connections—so you ‘safely kept’ him in a psychiatric hospital you knew well.”
“That’s not true!”
Choi Suho thrashed about with a deathly pale face, shouting nonstop, “No! Nooo!”
I loved a pathetic recessive Omega like Do Si-in? Why would I? He was just easy to play with! Compared to the others, his face was a little more pleasant to look at, and his body was pretty—that’s all…
—Suho-ya.
Every time that voice called him simply “Suho-ya,” it felt good when it reached his chest…
“You had him admitted to a mental hospital because you loved him and wanted to keep him around, right? Planning to bring him back once he ‘got better’?”
“……!”
His bloodshot eyes flew open wide as he glared at Ji Haesu like he wanted to kill him. Gritting his teeth, Choi Suho spoke in a chilling voice.
“What the hell do you know about what went on between me and Do Si-in?”
“At least I know that because you loved Do Si-in, you committed acts no human should ever commit.”
“I didn’t love him!”
Choi Suho shouted desperately, like someone clinging to another’s legs.
“Why would I love some low-grade Omega like that? And he’s the one who fucked up—coming to me pregnant without even knowing whose kid it was, claiming it was mine! He’s just a recessive Omega! I didn’t do anything wro—!”
“Yeah, okay. That’s enough excuses.”
“Ghk!”
Ji Haesu tightened his grip around Choi Suho’s neck with ease. Choi Suho tried to kick him away, stretching out his long legs honed through years of exercise, but even that failed. Ji Haesu dropped heavily onto Choi Suho’s thigh and began rubbing his own cock between Choi Suho’s ass cheeks.
Smooth, round, powerful—the head of his cock pressed against him. It was the exact same method he used when he overpowered Alphas with force, forcing them onto their backs or choking them while fucking them without even loosening them up properly.
In that moment, it felt as though Alpha Choi Suho had fallen to the status of a recessive Omega with the very lowest human rights. He called out to his father in his mind—the only one who could save him—but he couldn’t cry out loud. If his father saw him like this, his heart condition might make him collapse.
If his beloved father died because of him, he could lose everything he had.
But how the hell was he supposed to escape this situation?
“U-ugh…! D-don’t, don’t do this…!”
“Do Si-in said the same thing when you—”
“M-money! I’ll give you money! I—I’ll hire you too! I’ll give you more money than what Do Si-in gave you—!”
“No. I don’t take jobs from people like you.”
Ji Haesu pushed the head of his cock into the narrow space between Choi Suho’s ass cheeks—still not even properly spread—rubbing for a moment before stopping. It was so large it could only be described as obscene, like it had beads embedded in it. Just being rubbed by it made Choi Suho’s perineum burn like it was on fire. It hurt so badly his eyes filled with tears, and the sheer injustice of having to beg instead of knocking Ji Haesu out and escaping made it even worse.
Fuck! Just wait until I get out of here. I’ll hunt you down and fuck you the same way!
“I don’t take requests from trash like you—people who’ve already done whatever the hell they wanted for far too long.”
“Why! I grew up unfairly too! Because I was a bastard—!”
“So? You paid it back in your own way, didn’t you? And your father cleaned up every mess you made.”
He was right. Choi Suho had been mocked for being a bastard, and every time, he lashed out with his fists. Not once did a proper school violence committee convene. Every single time, his father stepped in.
“No matter what anyone says, you’re a son of the Jang family.”
That was what his father told him, saying he should never endure it. Because behind him stood his father, Jang Yuguk. As long as he didn’t kill someone or take in a recessive Omega on a whim. As long as he avoided those two things, he wouldn’t disappoint him.
Being born a dominant Alpha, it was only natural to want to crush other Alphas or Omegas underfoot—that was what his father taught him.
Following that warped philosophy, Choi Suho beat up classmates who teased him from elementary school onward, and every time, his father handled it behind the scenes.
“So what exactly are you so resentful about? The ones who are truly wronged are the people who suffered because you swaggered around abusing your father’s power and living however you pleased.”
“So that’s why you’re doing this to me? Fuck, I’ll give them money too—”
“No. It’s already too late.”
Ji Haesu cut him off sharply, like slicing with a blade.
“They’ve already been harmed. And just because you offer meaningless apologies and money, what exactly changes?”
“I gave them what they wanted—money! Isn’t that what people want?!”
Ji Haesu narrowed his eyes and smiled as he spoke.
