His neck was strangled again, and his cock pulled inward. It felt like he was going to die, yet at the same time a sharp, tingling pleasure surged upward from below—the contradiction made his body go rigid. Choi Suho’s eyes rolled halfway back as his cock suddenly sprayed liquid upward. Overstimulated after becoming an Omega, he’d pissed out a clear, urine-like fluid.
“Mm………”
An Omega pissing while being strangled. Ji Haesu let out a crooked grin and received the spray full on his face. Pipipit—shaaaaa— once the liquid had completely poured out, he finally loosened the hand choking Suho’s neck. Choi Suho forgot even how to resist and went completely limp, losing consciousness. Ji Haesu brushed back Suho’s wet hair, grabbed his chin to make him look up, and spoke.
“I went to the trouble of telling you hyung’s name, and you didn’t even bother listening, huh?”
“Uh… uh……”
“Hm.”
Ji Haesu stared at Choi Suho’s face with a slightly serious look. His face was covered in bruises, his neck filled with red and bluish fingerprints. It was fortunate that Jang Yuguk was sick and showing delirium symptoms—if he were in his right mind, this would become troublesome.
Just then, Ji Haesu’s work phone rang. After carefully tucking the blanket around Choi Suho, who had completely passed out and lay sprawled on the bed, Ji Haesu stepped out, closed the door, and answered the call.
[XX-nim, it’s serious. Chairman Jang Yuguk looks like he won’t last more than a day or two.]
“Yeah?”
[But it looks like Vice President Jang Jihyeok may have tampered with the will. If Choi Suho finds out—]
“What does that have to do with me?”
Ji Haesu spoke in an irritated tone, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
“Is that our job? Don’t worry about things that aren’t our business.”
[But haven’t you been fond of Young Master Choi Suho? Vice President Jang Jihyeok touching the will—]
“Hey.”
“What, me? Choi Suho? What are you talking about?”
Ji Haesu muttered as if it were genuinely ridiculous, then answered curtly.
“I only do the work my client commissions. Let’s focus on our job, okay? Don’t care about anything else.”
[Choi Suho might collapse before then—]
“I said it’s none of my business.”
Ji Haesu let out a sigh.
“And that’s exactly what the client wants. Choi Suho’s downfall. I’m just the one leading him there. So let Jang Jihyeok do whatever he wants.”
[Understood.]
After hanging up, Ji Haesu checked the new request that had come in on his personal phone.
[I want to commission you. Please rape the Alpha man who raped me.]
The world was full of trash, and he was busy taking it out. Choi Suho was just one piece of trash among many—did he really need to concern himself with him personally?
As he was about to leave the house, Choi Suho’s voice kept echoing in his mind.
“Hold me.”
Ji Haesu—Yoo XX—his face sank heavily, expressionless. Was it because that guy, who never acted like that normally, had begged to be held while sick? Why did those words cling to him like a thorn lodged under a fingernail?
“Ho… ld me……”
The hoarse voice, the tear-streaked face—like a jagged stone, it pressed against his chest and stopped his feet from moving.
“Fuck.”
Ji Haesu, who rarely swore, covered his face with his large hand and muttered the curse under his breath.
Choi Suho was different from the other trash. He’d handled plenty of others the same way, but handing them off to someone else had never made him feel this dirty.
Slowly lowering the hand that covered his face, Ji Haesu shoved both hands into his pockets and let out a long sigh.
[How did the great XXX end up like this?]
Mocking his own situation with a joking phrase from his homeland, Ji Haesu glanced at the long mirror attached to the front door. On his left cheek in the reflection, the long gash Choi Suho had carved into him was faintly visible. It had been a serious wound at first, but thanks to the money Choi Suho had given him and the laser treatments at Choi Suho’s hospital—Korea’s advanced medical technology—the scar was now healing, only barely visible.
“Hm……”
They’d told him he needed more laser treatment, but maybe he should stop here. New requests were already flooding in from his homeland, and leaving everything to the team leads had its limits. On top of personally handling commissions like this, he had several other matters to attend to, so he couldn’t stay in Korea much longer. He had to rough Choi Suho up appropriately and leave Korea anyway—taking this much of a “souvenir,” proof that he’d fucked him over, seemed acceptable.
After all, Choi Suho would live as an Omega for the rest of his life because of him, and he himself would carry the scar Choi Suho left behind. Wasn’t that a pair of unforgettable memories for each other?
Thinking that, Ji Haesu turned back toward the room where Choi Suho was—then noticed the pile of tonics scattered across the floor along with peanut caramel candy. The moment he saw them, Ji Haesu let out a short laugh, picked up a tonic, and muttered,
“You shouldn’t treat the medicine your father gave you so carelessly.”
Of course, this medicine was actually a special mixture of the drug he’d concocted himself and the tonic Chairman Jang Yuguk had provided. But Choi Suho knew nothing and faithfully took it twice a day, every day. On top of that, from the very day he started taking it, he’d been raped by Ji Haesu regularly and soaked in pheromones without even realizing it. At that point, it would’ve been stranger if he didn’t become an Omega.
“Come on, Suho. Time to take your medicine, yeah?”
Humming to himself, Ji Haesu poured the medicine into a bowl and brought it in. The medicine worked best when warmed, but given Suho’s condition—sick and with his neck brutally strangled—he’d probably struggle to swallow something hot. In an oddly considerate moment, Ji Haesu brought both the medicine and the caramel candy with him, intending to feed him himself.
But Choi Suho was in worse shape than when Ji Haesu had stepped out earlier, collapsed on the bed and gasping roughly for breath. His face, flushed bright red rather than bruised, was clearly burning with fever, and the handprints on his neck were darker than before, making his breathing look painful.
Seeing his face made Ji Haesu feel a flicker of unease—but when he saw Suho clutching his lower abdomen and crying out, “Ugh… ah,” a satisfied smile spread across his lips.
Choi Suho didn’t realize it, but what he was clutching along with his stomach was the blanket, thickly soaked in Ji Haesu’s pheromones. Not knowing he’d been turned into an Omega, following the Omega instinct to seek comfort and safety, he’d lain his body against Alpha pheromones he’d been exposed to for so long. Wrapped tightly in the blanket, even hugging the outerwear Ji Haesu had taken off and left behind, Choi Suho’s actions went beyond merely cute—it was downright endearing.
He’d already become an Omega and even built a nest. What a beautiful, made-just-for-me Omega. Watching Suho whimper in pain because his newly formed womb wasn’t yet accustomed to existence made Ji Haesu feel like he could die from how adorable it was.
“Suho.”
A voice filled with affection. The dense Alpha pheromones that made him feel safe. Sensations he’d never noticed before washed over him, like water he’d been immersed in for the first time, easing his body. When Choi Suho answered weakly, “Mm… mmm,” in a hoarse, broken voice, the being that made him feel secure pulled him close and let him lean in. The arms holding him were warm and solid, making it feel like he’d never be left alone—and tears naturally welled up.
“Suho, come on. You need to take the medicine your dad gave you, okay?”
The medicine Dad gave him…… Choi Suho couldn’t even open his eyes as he panted, obediently parting his lips. The cold feel of the bowl touched his lips, crusted with dried blood from being beaten. When he swallowed, a bit of the medicine went down—but groggy and in pain, he choked, coughing it back up.
When Choi Suho started coughing nonstop from choking, Ji Haesu muttered, “Can’t be helped,” unable to watch any longer.
Without hesitation, he swallowed the tonic mixed with the trait-altering drug himself, then pressed his mouth to Choi Suho’s. He fed it to him bit by bit, watching his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed.
Gulp. Gulp.
“Haah!”
Only then had he managed to get down a mouthful. Letting out a breath, Ji Haesu licked the medicine from the corner of his mouth and said,
“It’s pretty bitter, huh? And you took this every morning and night because your dad gave it to you? That’s impressive, Suho.”
“Hah… hah.”
Choi Suho tilted his head, eyes still shut, coughing weakly. A strange emotion rippled through Ji Haesu, and he fell silent, watching him. Leaning helplessly against his arm, tears clinging to his lashes as he accepted only the medicine Ji Haesu fed him, Choi Suho looked pitiful—fragile.
When I first met him, he was a complete fucking nightmare. Guess a beating really is good medicine.
“Suho.”
Smiling, Ji Haesu whispered to him just before feeding him more medicine.
“Cause less trouble from now on. Then I’ll hit you less.”
He never said he wouldn’t hit him at all.
***
Ah… my body hurts so much. Why does it hurt this badly? My lower abdomen hurts so much I feel like I’m going to die.
The moment he regained consciousness, the pain in his lower abdomen flared as if it had been waiting. Choi Suho groaned, clutching the blanket in his arms tightly.
The blanket smells good. Way better than perfumes sold at department stores or luxury boutiques. Is this what aromatherapy is like? It feels like when I was little. Just like when Dad left and I cried alone, hugging his clothes to sleep.
—Suho, you smell really good.
—Smell?
—Yeah.
—You into pheromones or something too? Because you’re an Omega? Want me to give you a pheromone shower? I’ll do it for you.
—No, no. Not pheromones. I just like your smell. It’s natural because I’m an Omega to feel comfort from your pheromones, but—
—Then?
—I just like your smell. Your body scent. Smelling it makes me feel at ease.
Choi Suho buried his face even deeper into the blanket, unable to open his eyes. Now he understood why Si-in had said that—and why, as a child, he’d clung to his father’s clothes, longing for his scent after he left.
It’s just… that person’s smell is good. Beyond Alpha or Omega, because you like the person, you like their scent too. When you breathe it in, it feels like they’re right beside you, and the loneliness and pain ease just a little……
—Do you even deserve that?
