“Haaak…!”
And he devoured Choi Suho’s parted lips as if swallowing them whole. Choi Suho had barely thought he’d been freed from the choking when, with an unwanted kiss, his oxygen was cut off again. Panicking, he twisted his head, trying to escape Ji Haesu.
But every time he tried, Ji Haesu yanked him back by the shoulder and pressed their mouths together again. In the end, Choi Suho’s pupils went unfocused, and with eyes blinking in resignation, he yielded his tongue.
Smack, suck.
After having even his tongue and lips thoroughly sucked dry, the finale was Ji Haesu spitting saliva directly into his mouth. With his hair yanked back and his head pulled, his mouth forced open, Choi Suho couldn’t even refuse.
“Swallow, Suho.”
“Ugh!”
As Choi Suho trembled, his brows knitting in crushed pride, Ji Haesu lightly slapped his cheek and spoke.
“You did this all the time to other Omegas. I’m just giving you back exactly what you dished out. Does it feel bad?”
When Choi Suho glared at him with Ji Haesu’s saliva pooled on his tongue, Ji Haesu gently closed his jaw with his fingertips and said,
“You did it to clients too. Swallow.”
Humiliation. Shame. And yet, his pride—still not dulled—reared up stubbornly as Choi Suho swallowed Ji Haesu’s saliva. Afterward, he coughed roughly, then lifted his head and looked at himself in the full-length mirror in front of the bed.
“……”
That… is Choi Suho?
No. No. No…!
As Choi Suho staggered back, gasping—huff, huff—he froze in shock when warm arms blocked his back and pulled him into a tight embrace.
Who is it? Who’s holding me?
Then, at the voice coming from behind him, something cracked inside Choi Suho.
“Suho, don’t worry.”
It was Ji Haesu. The one holding him together so he wouldn’t collapse wasn’t his father, and it wasn’t Do Si-in…
“You’re cute even when you’re broken. That’s why I…”
This bastard—does he really love me?
Trash like him?
Love?
“There’s something I want to confess to you.”
Don’t. Don’t.
He had never been this afraid. More terrifying than when Ji Haesu strangled him, more terrifying than when he hit him.
“I think I love you.”
The moment his certainty was confirmed, the room filled with a tension like Russian roulette. Expecting Choi Suho to tremble in his arms, Ji Haesu instead saw a look that genuinely wanted to kill him—and smiled even more sweetly as he spoke.
“You’re going crazy wanting to get out of here, right? You want to kill me right now, escape, and go apologize to the client for everything, don’t you?”
Choi Suho pressed his lips tightly shut and said nothing. As if he already knew exactly what was in his heart, Ji Haesu whispered with an easy, confident smile.
“You won’t be getting out of here until you’re pregnant.”
“I said I can’t get pregnant, you fucking bastard!”
Choi Suho continued to deny his condition. There was no way—no way that he, once a dominant Alpha, had become the lowest of the low, a recessive Omega. Even though he’d reached the point where he could only feel stable in Ji Haesu’s arms, where he could only fall asleep clutching something soaked in Ji Haesu’s pheromones, Choi Suho denied his present reality again and again.
He could accept everything else—but not this. As if that single fact was absolutely unforgivable, he thrashed in Ji Haesu’s arms and shouted,
“I’m an Alpha!”
“Keep telling yourself that. In the end, you’ll get pregnant and become the parent of one child with me—no, two, three kids. I think three would be nice.”
“Dream by yourself!”
Even as Choi Suho shouted, Ji Haesu, stubborn as a brick wall, continued speaking from within his own world.
“The thought of you getting pregnant with my kid already turns me on. Of course, this one will probably die—but the next one, let’s make sure you give birth and become good parents together.”
This one will probably die.
Seeing Ji Haesu beyond the mirror, lost in fantasies of impregnating him by any means necessary, Choi Suho went pale.
He’s seriously insane. Not just any lunatic—he’s completely gone!
I have to escape. I have to escape!
As Choi Suho stared at Ji Haesu in the mirror, desperately dreaming of escape, Ji Haesu held him close, intoxicated by visions of a happy future.
“Of course, it’d be hard alone. But if you and I have kids, we’ll be us. Let’s become better parents than our parents were. Alone, it’s hard—but together, we can fix each other’s flaws and become decent parents. We can even get educated for it.”
Ji Haesu was drawing on every ounce of courage he had to confess.
What he got in return was Choi Suho’s blatant, vile laughter.
“Decent parents? You? A crazy bastard like you?”
Ji Haesu’s face stiffened slightly. It began to harden, like rice left out in the open air. Turning back to look at that expression, Choi Suho spoke in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.
“That’ll never happen.”
If that’s what you want, then I’ll never give it to you.
Ji Haesu instantly understood the intent behind those words. Still holding Choi Suho, he slowly lifted his gaze and looked straight ahead. There, cradled in his arms, was Choi Suho—a recessive Omega who, without realizing it, was finding stability there.
When it comes to breaking someone, there’s always a more effective method.
Thinking of the perfect way to drive someone insane, Ji Haesu smiled softly and let Choi Suho fall from his embrace. Left alone just as he’d wanted, Choi Suho retreated to the corner of the bed, breathing raggedly, his face twisted with exhaustion and disgust.
“Yeah?”
Ji Haesu planted both hands on the bed, tilted his head, and smiled as he looked at Choi Suho hiding in the corner, trying to flee from him.
“Then I’ll just make it that way.”
“What? What are you planning—”
“I’m not coming back anymore.”
Ji Haesu said it cleanly, then bent down to pick up his clothes from the floor as he spoke. When Choi Suho swallowed hard and stared at him, Ji Haesu winked one eye.
“Don’t worry. My subordinate will bring you food. Ah—but.”
Dressed as quickly as he’d undressed, Ji Haesu added in a regretful tone,
“My subordinate’s an Omega like you, and he doesn’t speak Korean. So don’t even dream about escaping. A spoon and chopsticks? You won’t get those either.”
“Fuck, then how am I supposed to eat?!”
When Choi Suho shouted, Ji Haesu burst out laughing—“Hahahaha!”—then abruptly stopped and said coldly,
“What do you expect, in your position? Eat like a dog.”
And then Ji Haesu even took the short-sleeved shirt Choi Suho was wearing.
“Hey, you son of a bitch! What am I supposed to do if you take that too?!”
“Oh, this? It’s soaked with my pheromones.”
“……”
“Didn’t know?”
Ji Haesu buried his nose in the shirt, checking the scent, and then—
“You’ve been sleeping comfortably all this time because of my pheromones.”
He said it with a bright smile.
Choi Suho’s face drained of all color.
