Ji Haesu inhaled Choi Suho’s scent, now thickly saturated with an even heavier, cloying sweetness, and lied without a flicker of guilt.
“You’re really going to your dad without spraying a pheromone suppressant? Your dad’s a dominant Alpha—and you’re a dominant Alpha too.”
“……Huh?”
As if he’d been waiting for that reaction, Ji Haesu tossed over a bottle of pheromone suppressant spray. Suho caught it, his face blank with confusion.
“Even if you’re family, if he’s unconscious, he’ll still register you as another Alpha…”
“…Since when did I not notice your pheromones?”
Suho asked as he sprayed himself down. Ji Haesu chuckled lightly—“Hm?”—pretending to ask back, then leaned back leisurely and spread his legs. He brazenly dragged his hands down his thick thighs. Seeing that, Suho’s long, sharply angled eyes twisted coldly.
“You fucking bastard!”
Thud!
“You’ve been spraying pheromones on me?”
Normally, an Alpha used a pheromone shower to mark an Omega as theirs. But sometimes, an Alpha would spend a long time fixating on another Alpha or a Beta—or have sex with them day after day—exposing them continuously to pheromones until they were forcibly steeped in them. This wasn’t really a pheromone shower. It was a humiliating, miserable kind of mounting—forcing someone to their knees, branding them as mine, no different from an animal pissing to assert dominance.
“Hahaha! You finally figured it out? Hahahaha!”
“Fuck—this is fucking disgusting—aaaargh!”
Suho screamed as he clutched his hair. He had been completely, utterly mounted. As memories of the rapes he’d endured flashed through his mind, he finally understood why he’d never noticed the pheromones before.
Because he’d been exposed far too easily.
As an Alpha, he’d been subjected to something only Omegas were supposed to endure.
“Hahahahahaha!”
“Fuuuck!”
Trembling violently, Suho drowned in a humiliation he’d never experienced before.
Me—Choi Suho. The son of Jang Yuguk and Choi Juho. Being crushed by another Alpha’s pheromones… without even realizing I’d been soaked in them.
In that instant, Suho spotted the vase beside him. He grabbed it and lunged forward, trying to smash it over Haesu’s head—but Haesu caught Suho’s left wrist and twisted it hard.
Crash!
“Ghk!”
“How about we don’t damage my pretty face?”
Ji Haesu’s voice sank, deep and dark like the ocean floor. Of all things, damage to his face was what he couldn’t tolerate.
“You turned me into this fucking mess!”
“You deserve it.”
Haesu said it calmly, gazing down at Suho, who was shaking as he resisted with all his strength.
“What’s the difference between what you did to other Alphas and Omegas—and what I did to you?”
“……!”
—Is this still rape?
Suho froze, unable to muster a single excuse. Now, instead of faceless Alphas and Omegas flashing through his mind, it was the father who gave birth to him—Yang Hee-jae… no, Choi Juho.
Jang Jihyeok’s words echoed in his ears as if they’d just been shouted.
—You raped a fresh employee who’d just joined the company at twenty-six, locked him up for four years so he couldn’t run, and when that wasn’t enough, you forced him to get pregnant!
And following that—
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of his father’s heart device.
It rang like it was screaming, It’s true! It’s true! It’s true! until his ears went numb. The face of Yang Hee-jae—the alias—and Choi Juho—his real name—fractured into countless shards like broken glass.
The world I knew… shattered…
Thud!
“Aaagh!”
When Suho sank too deeply into the abyss of his thoughts and couldn’t resurface, Haesu grew irritated. He grabbed Suho’s head and smashed their foreheads together. His already cracked, swollen forehead collided again, pain exploding as his vision rang violently. He could no longer think about his dead father, Choi Juho.
Smack!
“Ugh!”
And then—the final blow—the security key flying into his cheek.
Seeing the card key land on the floor after striking him hard enough to leave a bruise, Suho clenched his teeth. The thought of having to kneel to pick it up shredded his pride.
Ji Haesu sat calmly on the hospital bed, arms crossed.
“You’re just paying the price for what you’ve done.”
“……”
Thinking of Choi Juho—raped to death over nearly four years by his father Jang Yuguk—and Do Si-in, who had entrusted him with revenge, and then the countless Alpha and Omega victims who followed… Suho had nothing to say.
This was no longer someone else’s problem.
From the very beginning, it had been his.
Born of rape—someone who should never have been born…
—Choi Suho, you have to pay the price.
The price. Do Si-in. Ji Haesu. And beyond them—there had been a woman who said the same thing…
Someone he longed for. Someone he loved desperately. The one and only…
—…Huh? Mom?
When he was adopted into his maternal relatives’ household, there had been a grandmother who introduced herself as his mother and hugged him. Though she was a stranger, she was so warm and comforting that he’d wondered if this was what having a mother felt like. He’d even wished she could be his mother forever.
—Don’t call me Mom!
She’d been waiting with a knife, ready to kill him. At the time, Suho hadn’t understood.
—Mom came to see me! Mom did!
Suho, who had only ever seen his mother and father, Juho hyung, and his other brothers and sisters in family photos taken without him, had been overjoyed to see the mother who came to him.
But the moment she saw Suho approaching, she pointed the knife at him and screamed.
—Juho died because of you!
In that instant, hazy memories he’d buried deep resurfaced. His head felt like it was splitting open, throbbing violently.
—My… my ___ died because of you!
The blade flew toward him. Frozen in shock, eyes wide, Suho couldn’t move—until the nanny who’d raised him threw herself in front of him, shouting, “Young Master Suho!”
And only then did the forgotten word return.
“Huuhhh…”
“…Choi Suho? Suho?”
“Hu—hu—huuugh—aaahhh!”
Suho’s pupils blew wide as tears streamed down his face. He collapsed to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.
“I—I… because of me… because of me…”
“Hey, Choi Suho!”
Smack!
Even as he was knocked sprawling across the floor, Suho couldn’t pull himself together and just lay there, wailing.
—My son Juho died because of you, you parasitic piece of trash!
The woman he’d firmly believed was his mother—his maternal grandmother.
Thanks to the nanny shielding him, Suho survived. The nanny didn’t. She was stabbed to death with a kitchen knife. She had been a single mother raising two children. Overnight, those two children lost their mother at the hands of Choi Juho’s biological mother—Suho’s grandmother—and Suho lost the woman who had been like a mother to him.
“Hey, Choi Suho. Get a grip. Why are you crying again?”
Over Ji Haesu’s words, he heard his grandmother’s—no, the woman he’d believed was his mother—desperate scream.
—You demonic parasite! You should’ve been the one to die!
Suho blinked. Tears fell.
“Si-in, too…”
Thud!
“Kh—!”
The moment he uttered Si-in’s name, a kick slammed into his stomach. Pressing Suho’s head down, Haesu spoke in a chilling voice.
“Why are you saying the client’s name so casually?”
“Khk…”
Bracing himself on the floor with both hands, Suho barely lifted his head and asked. There was something he truly needed to know.
“D-does the client… want me… to die too?”
Really—are there only people who want me dead? Even if I begged for forgiveness now, would it have any value? Even if I were sincere? If I died, would their lives finally be peaceful? My birth father’s family. Si-in. The victims I toyed with and raped, just like my father did.
At that moment, as if he’d vaguely read Suho’s thoughts, Haesu grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up, and slammed him hard against the wall.
“Khk!”
A sharp moan escaped him as his feet lifted off the ground. His face—one that might never be free of bruises—began to show faint traces of humanity again. But that didn’t mean Haesu felt even a shred of mercy.
This is just the beginning, Suho.
The time when you’re really going to get fucked.
