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With only the collar unfastened from the hook fixed to the ceiling, he was dragged along like a dog until they reached the bathroom.
His knees and protruding joints clattered painfully against the marble floor, but Choi Suho never stopped struggling or swearing.
“Let go of this, you fucking bastard!”
Ji Haesu didn’t stop his violence until he’d dragged him all the way in front of the toilet. Suho nearly smashed his face against the bowl, but he managed to throw his hands out and grab it in time to protect himself.
“Fuck—if my face gets ruined, are you going to take respons— ghk!”
“So now you know how I felt when you tried to touch my pretty face?”
Ji Haesu spoke in a flat, indifferent voice as he yanked on the chain connected to the dog collar around Suho’s neck. The world before his eyes flashed white, yellow—every color blending together.
It felt like becoming a fish that had swallowed bait. A huge fish, hauled upward toward the glittering surface where sunlight sparkled—
But the moment he realized that this place wasn’t beautiful at all, that it was a nightmare where sunlight scorched his breath away, his limbs flailed desperately for survival, and incoherent sounds spilled from his mouth.
The words were simple.
“Save me.”
The instant that plea—betraying his own will—brushed past Ji Haesu’s ear, Ji Haesu released the chain wound tightly around his hand and wrapped his arm firmly around Suho’s thin waist.
Only then was Choi Suho able to breathe again.
“Huh—! Khk—! Kgh, huff…!”
“What’s wrong with you? No matter how many times I fuck you up, you still don’t listen.”
Despite his weary tone, Ji Haesu gazed at the constantly writhing, defiant Choi Suho with eyes full of love. Suho, choking from the pressure applied to the chain, couldn’t even process Ji Haesu’s words and only kept coughing. Tears streamed down his reddened eyes.
“Fuck… you bastard…”
When Choi Suho scraped together the last remnants of his pride and cursed while glaring back, Ji Haesu let out a low laugh. Resting his chin on Suho’s shoulder, Ji Haesu grabbed Suho’s shrunken cock—drawn tight from the pain of strangulation—and pressed the pregnancy test he’d already opened against it.
“Come on. Pee for me.”
“Fuck.”
I was a dominant Alpha. And now I’d become the very thing my father despised and loathed most—a recessive Omega. At first, I’d recognized it, but kept denying it, telling myself it couldn’t be true, that it never would be. Now that reality had come crashing back, Choi Suho felt dizzy enough to vomit.
His stomach churned violently. Bracing himself against the wall, he gagged over the toilet—urgh, hk—dry heaving, while Ji Haesu watched and said, “Are you really pregnant? Hurry up and pee! If you are pregnant, then—”
What fell instead wasn’t urine. It was Choi Suho’s thick tears.
“Hic… ugh…”
“Why are you being so pitiful again?”
The thought wouldn’t leave him—that his father hadn’t died from shock upon seeing him like this, but from overwhelming joy, dying of a heart attack from it. That he’d never really been looking at me, but at someone else through me. The joy and shock of seeing that person again—
Covering his eyes with the hand Ji Haesu wasn’t holding, Choi Suho muttered,
“If I have this child, I’ll never raise them like my parents did.”
At the sudden confession, Ji Haesu gave him a puzzled look. Unable to fully swallow the resentment choking him, Choi Suho exhaled harshly and continued.
“I’ll make them the happiest child in the world. I won’t even let them wonder why they were born.”
“Yeah. The two of us.”
“No.”
Choi Suho stared straight ahead and said calmly,
“You’re not included.”
Ji Haesu’s face slowly stiffened.
Choi Suho turned his head to look at him and continued—
“You’re not in my future. Even if I live the rest of my life atoning for my sins in this body and raise the child, live with them—live happily with the one who did this to me?”
He let out a bitter laugh.
“That’ll never—”
“Will it really?”
Ji Haesu kneaded Suho’s cock lazily. Leaning close to his ear, he whispered,
“I know exactly what you’re thinking. But I have the power to change that—and the confidence to create a future where we live together.”
“You’ll find out soon that that’s just your arrogance. You’ll pay the price for what you’ve done too.”
As Choi Suho spoke in a low, quiet voice, Ji Haesu raised his fist and pressed hard into his lower abdomen.
The sudden pressure on his swollen bladder sent an overwhelming urge surging through him. Gasping, Choi Suho grabbed Ji Haesu’s wrist and pleaded,
“H—don’t!”
Ji Haesu smiled through his teeth.
Press.
“Ah…!”
Moments later, Suho’s eyelids fluttered, and a thin stream of urine began leaking from the tip of his cock. Ji Haesu immediately released his abdomen, grabbed the leaking tip, and pressed the pregnancy test against it.
“A—ah…! No…!”
“Haha, looks like you were holding it in pretty hard?”
Urine poured out like water, soaking the pregnancy test and Ji Haesu’s hand. At the same time, humiliation surged violently through him. Covering his face, Choi Suho screamed,
“I said no, you fucking bastard!”
But Ji Haesu didn’t react.
Is he waiting for the result?
Covering his face, Suho waited. Still, Ji Haesu said nothing—no mockery, no taunts.
The strange silence lasted seconds—or maybe minutes. Without clocks or calendars in this room for days, maybe weeks, his sense of time had long since disappeared. When Suho finally felt that some time must have passed and lowered his hands, he saw Ji Haesu staring blankly at the pregnancy test.
“What is it?”
Choi Suho asked in an uneasy voice. Ji Haesu slowly turned his head and showed him the test.
When Suho saw it held out before him, his eyes widened in disbelief.
This is impossible!
A scream erupted inside his head as he tried to snatch the pregnancy test from Ji Haesu’s hand.
But the test disappeared into Ji Haesu’s pants pocket, and Ji Haesu stretched out both arms, pulling Suho into an embrace from behind. While Suho stared numbly at the beautifully tiled bathroom, Ji Haesu buried his face into Suho’s shoulder.
The mighty Ji Haesu was trembling.
“Suho… thank you. Because of you… I’ll become a really good father.”
Shyness and fluttering excitement spread across Ji Haesu’s face. Who does he think he is, making an expression like that?
I’m really pregnant? The moment I realized I was an Omega—this?
While Choi Suho still hadn’t fully processed reality and wore a vacant expression, Ji Haesu looked at him fondly and said,
“Now you choose.”
Kissing Suho’s shoulder, Ji Haesu cast him a chilling gaze. With no strength left to turn around, staring blankly ahead, Choi Suho slowly parted his lips.
“Choose what.”
Live or die?
A self-mocking smile tugged at his lips, but Ji Haesu stared at him and whispered playfully,
“You’re thinking about running away.”
“……”
“If you run, this child—”
Ji Haesu said, placing a hand on Suho’s lower abdomen.
“Will die. Just like the client requested. I can’t help it. I’ll have to go back to separating business from personal matters. But if you choose me instead of running, I’ll be a good father.”
“A good father?”
Even half out of his mind, Choi Suho echoed the words.
“Go fuck yourself. You’re not in my life.”
At Suho’s unwavering defiance, Ji Haesu paused with a thoughtful,
“Hm……”
Looking to the side, Suho shouted in a surge of anger,
“How am I supposed to spend my life with someone who won’t even tell me who they are—who won’t tell me their real name? If it were you—! khk!”
“Alright. Then.”
Ji Haesu mercilessly yanked the chain around Suho’s neck and dragged him out of the bathroom. Even knowing Suho was pregnant, Ji Haesu’s rough treatment poured out as naturally as it had when they first met—routine, effortless.
“Well, then this kid dies, and we start over from zero.”
Ji Haesu burst into loud laughter.
“They were going to die anyway, right?”
“Khk—!”
As he was dragged away, Choi Suho screamed,
“You crazy bastard!”
Ji Haesu hummed cheerfully in response.
Make money, educate Choi Suho. And when everything’s finally wrapped up, marry him and have kids.
By then, he’ll know his place and listen to me.
After all—when a kid doesn’t listen, nothing works better than the rod.
