The moment he heard that, Choi Suho’s eyes snapped wide open.
Heat?
“What are you talking about! I’m in rut—”
“Well, rut or heat, it’s just a one-word difference, so let’s say that’s fine. Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re in heat.”
Ji Haesu spoke as if it didn’t matter anymore whether it was an Omega or an Alpha. With the palm of his hand—hardened with calluses from doing a lot of rough work—he stroked down Choi Suho’s chest, which jutted out prominently, from top to bottom. When he cupped it fully in his palm and rolled it around, the sensitive nipple rubbed and scraped against the rough skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Choi Suho cried out, “Nngh, ha—! Ah, stop…!” and ended up digging his nails into Ji Haesu’s wrist.
“Just touching here makes you stand right up. Cute, Suho.”
“Haa…”
Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut, lowered his head, and shook it.
“No! I said no…”
A sharp, tingling, aching pleasure spread around his nipple. It was strange, disgusting—those words weren’t enough to describe it. If it was strange and disgusting, then stimulation shouldn’t be going to his groin, yet without realizing it, he was pressing his cock between his thighs and rubbing it.
If this kept up, he’d be losing to Ji Haesu. With that thought, Choi Suho desperately tried to suppress the pleasure and push Ji Haesu’s hand away, but Ji Haesu wrapped his arms around him and seated him on his own thigh.
What are you going to do now? Choi Suho turned back with reddened eyes, panting harshly, and Ji Haesu, with Choi Suho still sitting on his thigh, began to grope more insistently between his ass.
“D-Don’t! It won’t go in!”
“If you put it in, it goes in. You’ve done it before, haven’t you? Why are you already thinking it won’t? It’s all about how you think.”
“Ah, n-no…!”
He tried to stop him, saying it couldn’t be done, but it was futile. Ji Haesu forcibly pressed Choi Suho’s lower abdomen down with his forearm, holding him in place, then slid his stiff, club-like cock against him once, twice, before pressing the smooth head firmly against the entrance. Since there was no chance of pregnancy and he never bothered to drain him properly each time, even a light touch to the perineum made precome seep out. Using that as lubricant, the cock slid in snugly, slithering inside like a snake.
“…!”
When the blunt, rigid shaft punched straight in all the way to the root in one go, Choi Suho pressed down hard on Ji Haesu’s thigh—thick as a woman’s waist—trying to pull his body away.
At that moment, what Ji Haesu yanked was the metal chain connected to Choi Suho’s neck.
Chrrrk!
“Khk…!”
As his neck was pulled upward and his body was dragged with it, Ji Haesu followed, thrusting his hips upward. Only then did Choi Suho instantly understand why something like a pulley had been attached to his neck.
“You fucking bastard…!”
“Yeah. How does it feel to be fucked by that fucking bastard?”
Thud!
“Ahhk! Ngh!”
His ass and hip bones slammed together with dull, heavy sounds, bouncing Choi Suho’s body upward. But the cock didn’t slip out. Ji Haesu was gripping both metal chains together.
With his knees barely supporting his weight and his neck fixed in place, Choi Suho had no choice but to take Ji Haesu’s relentless thrusts from behind.
Thud! Thud!
From where Ji Haesu and Choi Suho were joined came sounds that made it hard to tell whether it was sex or a beating. There, thick white fluid repeatedly stretched and snapped, and the semen he had spilled the night before was scraped out by Ji Haesu’s cum, dripping down onto the floor beneath the bed.
“Hngh, ngh! Ahh! Ngh!”
“Haa, haa. This is really good. Ah, squeeze it tighter—haa. Damn, I should’ve done it like this from the start.”
Clutching the dog collar around his neck, Choi Suho moaned, “Ngh, ngh,” gasping for breath. It was so painful—so unbearably painful—humiliating, exhausting…
“Hah, Suho. You’re hard.”
In the mirror placed right in front of the bed, the reflection wasn’t of someone suffering in pain. It showed Choi Suho flushed red, panting as if it felt too good, his cock standing fully erect.
“Suho, how is it? Seeing you as an Omega in person?”
Thud!
The violent movement made both of Choi Suho’s hands, which had been clutching the dog collar, collapse onto the bed. Forced down on all fours like a dog, Choi Suho was held by the waist with both hands as Ji Haesu, just as frenzied as a dog in heat, slammed his hips forward over and over.
Each time he pulled out, Choi Suho’s red, raw flesh—soaked with his own semen—was dragged out with it, and each time he thrust back in, that flesh swallowed him again as if it had never come out, clamping down hard around Ji Haesu’s cock.
“Khk! Haa. Suho, this feels so good!”
Letting out a broken moan, Ji Haesu squeezed Choi Suho’s waist even tighter and yanked him back. Lying face-down, Choi Suho stared blankly at the mirror, blinking dully.
“Hngh, ngh…”
That mirror had been placed near the front door—when did it end up here?
Why wasn’t it reflecting Choi Suho in a two-piece suit, hair slicked back with wax, briefcase in hand, smiling confidently as he headed out? Why was it showing Choi Suho sprawled like a dog, panting as he took a man’s cock from behind?
That’s not me. That’s not the Choi Suho people know. That’s…!
“Ahngh…!”
When Ji Haesu brushed the sensitive spot with the head of his cock, Choi Suho’s body twisted violently and his head dropped. As his body collapsed, Ji Haesu sprawled over him, planting frantic kisses and sucks on his cheek, ear, and shoulders while pulling his cock out and slamming it back in—once, twice.
Thud!
“Aaaah!”
Choi Suho’s legs, already trembling, finally gave out, and he ended up sprawled flat on the bed. Ji Haesu gathered his awkwardly spread legs neatly together and, in that position, drove his cock straight down through the barely parted slit, like forcing it through a microscopic gap.
“Hnghh!”
“Kkh!”
The inner walls clamped down like they were biting him, making Ji Haesu’s body shudder as well, and before long he pressed his body fully over Choi Suho’s. Having reached the peak of pleasure and ended up wetting the sheets with diluted urine, Choi Suho twitched when Ji Haesu’s cock slid out of him.
Ji Haesu flipped him forward like turning over a pancake, glanced at the damp sheet, and muttered to himself as he grabbed Choi Suho’s cock. From Choi Suho’s mouth came a soft moan: “Hngh, ngh.”
“At this rate, I’ll have to put a catheter in next time. Can’t keep replacing the mattress every time.”
“Ah, no…”
Perhaps a shred of awareness still lingered, because Choi Suho whined petulantly at Ji Haesu, who was stroking his fluttering urethra with his thumb, telling him he didn’t want that.
In response, Ji Haesu scooped Choi Suho up and seated him on his thigh again, then slammed his cock in all at once and spoke. When Choi Suho’s body went limp, unable to keep his wits about him, Ji Haesu wrapped the metal chain connected to his neck around his hand and yanked it hard.
“Kh—ah…!”
“Get it together, Suho. We’ve only gone once—losing consciousness already?”
In the gaps where his consciousness slipped away, the chain cruelly tightened around his neck again, and Choi Suho thrashed, clutching at his collar. Seizing that moment, Ji Haesu shoved his way back in, driving his cock up and down relentlessly as he watched Choi Suho suffer, his cock stiffening despite it all.
“Haha. You’re so cute I want to kill you. Seriously.”
“Khhk. Ngh…!”
With the chain wound tightly around his neck and the relentless thrusts, Choi Suho’s eyes rolled back completely. He looked truly miserable.
But his hole, loosened by the rough penetration, tightened fiercely each time the chain alternated between choking and releasing him, offering a fresh sensation like taking his virginity all over again. Ji Haesu couldn’t bring himself to give up this position easily.
When he lifted the chain slightly, then lowered it, Choi Suho’s body flailed as he tried to regain balance, instinctively biting down on Ji Haesu’s cock. That doubled the pleasure. And when Ji Haesu brushed his sensitive spot as a bonus, Choi Suho stiffened eagerly, grinding his cock against Ji Haesu’s abs.
“Khngh!”
As Ji Haesu let out a moan, Choi Suho threw his head back, at a loss, and raked his neatly trimmed nails across Ji Haesu’s chest. At best, it was no more than scratching an itch.
“Suho, want me to make you feel even better?”
Thud!
“…!”
As Ji Haesu teased the sensitive spot with the head of his cock while choking him, Choi Suho’s eyes rolled back completely and his body went rigid. His abs split into six distinct ridges as he clamped down like he was going to sever the cock inside him.
At that moment, Ji Haesu released the chain around Choi Suho’s neck, pulled him into a crushing embrace, and collapsed backward onto the bed with him.
