“Forgot? Then why do you keep talking about Si-in?”
“I—I’m sorry. Hah… I’m sorry…..”
Choi Suho shook his head as he spoke.
“I have to say I’m sorry. I have to apologize…….”
Like someone under hypnosis, Choi Suho repeated the same words over and over. Ji Haesu knew this kind of client psychology—and how it always ended—far too well.
Especially when the person they loved became the client, and that loved person was subjected to the same thing. First came denial—This can’t be happening. Then anger. And finally, the absurd vow of turning over a new leaf: I’ll become a new person now, please stop, I’m sorry, forgive me.
Of course, he could arrange for them to meet the client. If the client had included such a clause from the very beginning, when the contract was first signed.
“Are you still living in a dream?”
But usually, the people who came to him were those who had been tormented to the very end, pushed past all limits—people who were truly driven to evil. They didn’t want repentance. They didn’t want forgiveness.
They wanted the other person to suffer exactly as they had. To be tormented until the end, to receive looks filled with contempt, disgust, and condemnation from others—and then to evaporate from this world and disappear.
“Fuck, what a load of bullshit…! Hahk…….”
Wham!
Because Suho dared to speak disrespectfully again to someone who was, after all, his hyung, Ji Haesu slammed his hips up hard. Choi Suho cut off mid-sentence and smashed his face into the bed. Ji Haesu pressed Suho’s head down in that position and climbed on top of him. With nearly half his body crushed into the mattress, Suho could barely stick his face out enough to breathe, gasping raggedly, “Huh—huhk!”
“Sorry, but neither the client nor I think you’ve turned over a new leaf.”
“How would you even know th—! Ngh!”
Shhk—thud!
With shoulders broadened by both natural build and constant training, and a narrow waist beneath them, Ji Haesu grabbed the midpoint of Suho’s hips and shoved his cock straight down from above. Choi Suho couldn’t even exhale as the head rubbed relentlessly against the sensitive spot near the forcibly formed womb. Every moan leaked uselessly through clenched teeth.
“Reforming yourself? You’d be better off hoping a dog turns into a human. Dogs are kinder than people, aren’t they?”
“Hhng! Ngh!”
“You’re just going to stay like this.”
“Ah……!”
“Being treated exactly the way the client wants.”
No, that’s not it. I really just want to tell Si-in that I’m sorry—that being born, I did too many terrible things to you. That just by existing, I hurt you again and again, and wounded you deeply.
Is that really so wrong? Just wanting to tell Si-in that I was wrong?
“You just need to get picked up by me.”
Choi Suho twitched his bound hands, then clenched his fists tightly.
Then I won’t get picked up. I’ll run until the very end.
Crunch!
“Ah!”
As if he’d crawled straight into Suho’s head, Ji Haesu saw through everything and spoke into his ear in a murderous voice.
“Try running. The moment you do, it won’t be fourteen men—it’ll be fifty men running a train on you until you miscarry the kid you barely managed to have.”
“Fuck you, I can’t get pregnant! I’m an Alpha!”
Watching Choi Suho cling stubbornly to the belief that he was still an Alpha, Ji Haesu twisted his lips into a crooked smile.
“Then let’s find out here and now whether you really can get pregnant or not.”
Letting go of Suho’s head, Ji Haesu gently brushed over Suho’s bruised eye area, smiling fully—the smile Suho had once fallen for.
“Don’t even dream of running. Until you get pregnant, you’re not going anywhere.”
This bastard really does whatever he decides to do. But I do too. When Suho shot him a defiant try it look, Ji Haesu’s glans reacted strangely, visibly hardening.
“N—no. Don’t, d-don’t……!”
“Don’t move. If you do, you’ll tear.”
Ji Haesu pressed Suho’s back down firmly with his arm. Sliding the head lightly over Suho’s sensitive spot—slowly, deliberately—he seated himself perfectly there, swelling gradually inside. Choi Suho let out broken moans.
“Ah—ah!”
“N-no……!”
“Hah.”
Ji Haesu wrapped both arms tightly around Suho from behind—
“Ahh, that’s it. God. Hah… bite down harder. Yeah?”
He poured obscene words into Suho’s ear while moving his hips. It felt as though a small balloon had been stuffed into Suho’s lower abdomen—his organs shifting, swelling against one another. His eyelids fluttered uncontrollably before rolling back, whites exposed, and a whimpering moan spilled out with strings of saliva.
Then, his cock—sticking stiffly upward, barely brushing the air—jerked and spurted cum in rapid bursts.
“Hahk… get pregnant, Suho.”
“N-no, I don’t want to……!”
His Omega body gladly accepted the semen filling him, but his Alpha mind could no longer endure it—and blacked out. Panting heavily, Ji Haesu kissed Suho’s firm shoulder. He kept his cock lodged inside until the knot subsided, not pulling out. Instead, he rubbed the slightly bulging lower belly beneath Suho’s abs, then pressed down firmly with his palm until it flattened again.
“Hah—ah……!”
At the same time, Suho—who had briefly lost consciousness—began to tremble violently as he came to, the inner walls spasming around him. Ji Haesu slid both hands between Suho’s soft, tender armpits and grabbed the chest that was starting to fill out with fat instead of muscle—soft, pliant, gently protruding—squeezing hard as he asked in a damp voice,
“So? How does today’s pregnancy feel?”
“Fuck off!”
Now fully conscious, Choi Suho tried to elbow Ji Haesu, then realized his wrists were still bound.
“Aaaaagh! You bastard! How the fuck does an Alpha get pregnant?!”
Still refusing to accept reality to the very end. Hah… seriously.
“I’m really looking forward to the moment you realize you’re pregnant, Suho.”
As he said that, he stroked and flicked the prettily raised pink nipples. Suho immediately collapsed into pleasure, moaning, “Nnngh….” Grabbing the stiffened nipples with both hands, Ji Haesu pulled them outward, pinched them, twisted them mercilessly. Suho’s inner walls instantly clenched tight around Ji Haesu’s cock.
“And then you’ll miscarry, completely ruined like a dog……”
“Nnngh, ah……!”
As Ji Haesu toyed with his nipples and snapped his hips, Suho drowned in pleasure, unable to hear anything Ji Haesu was saying. Ji Haesu murmured his sweet dreams over and over, burying his face affectionately into Suho’s shoulder.
“I’ll pick you up and love you. I mean it….”
If no one else loves you, what choice do I have but to love you myself?
Of course, if anyone does love you, I’ll kill them with my own hands.
So they can never love you.
I’m someone who doesn’t exist in this world. I can disguise myself as anyone, go anywhere.
“Suho.”
“Yeah… ngh.”
After relentlessly targeting Suho’s chest and spearing his sensitive spot with the head of his cock, Ji Haesu stopped and asked in a surprisingly serious voice,
“Can you fit inside a carrier?”
“What? What kind of insane bullshit is that?”
Still panting roughly, Ji Haesu brushed Suho’s sweat-soaked hair back and asked,
“We have to get on the boat together.”
“Get on the boat together……”
The moment Suho realized what that meant, he clamped his mouth shut, chills racing down his spine as he stared at Ji Haesu in horror.
“Fuck, you’re not joking, are you?”
“Hahaha. You might fit in a large immigration suitcase.”
“Fuck you—you get in it!”
At that moment, Choi Suho made up his mind.
No matter what, I’m escaping Ji Haesu.
There’s no way I’m letting myself get stuffed into a suitcase and taken to some country I don’t even know.
“So if you don’t want to end up in a suitcase, be a good boy and do what I say.”
Ji Haesu looked at Suho fondly and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“And call me hyung. If you keep calling me ‘you,’ I might really put you in a suitcase……”
“You crazy bastard!”
“Ow, my ears!”
Ji Haesu covered his ears.
“What’s so wrong with putting you in a suitcase for a bit—with all your limbs intact—and checking you in as baggage?”
This bastard isn’t normal. He’s completely out of his mind.
I really have to run.
When Suho stared at him with a pale face, Ji Haesu suddenly leaned in close and asked,
“Are you going to run?”
“……”
“Well, the client wants a miscarriage anyway.”
Glancing at Suho’s bound wrists, Ji Haesu muttered,
“I didn’t want it to come to this, but since it already has… let’s miscarry since you’re pregnant, then go together. You can just get pregnant again over there.”
When Suho froze like someone caught in a trap, pain shooting through his imagined broken ankle, Ji Haesu grabbed his throat and forced his gaze up.
“In return, I won’t help you—no matter what happens.”
He tilted his head and smiled.
