“Please don’t. Please, don’t do it. I want to live like this. I like things the way they are now. You hate omegas too, Lord Mihail. So please, don’t do this.”
When Mihail remained frozen in place, Chaika seemed to glimpse hope at last and murmured desperately. But it didn’t last long. The curled-up body suddenly stiffened—then lurched violently with a retch. Gagging followed, and dark, congealed blood spilled from his mouth. His body, already ruined by poison, was collapsing under the strain of the heat cycle.
“Damn it.”
Mihail rushed to him, scooping Chaika up in one swift motion. Even then, Chaika shook his head weakly in resistance as Mihail laid him back onto the bed.
“D-don’t… please don’t…!”
Chaika begged even as blood spilled from his lips. His body had gone limp, sagging to one side as though he no longer had the strength to resist. Mihail could clearly see his pale face growing more and more ashen. He was dying. Clenching his teeth, Mihail looked down at him. There was only one method left. And it was the one Mihail hated most.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mihail gently stroked Chaika’s head as he lay there murmuring that he didn’t want this. Even now, as if the touch pleased him, a faint smile spread around Chaika’s eyes. There would never be another creature in the world this lovely. Gasping for breath, Mihail pressed a light kiss to Chaika’s forehead—still stained with fresh blood—and then… slowly released the pheromones he had been holding back all this time.
“……ah…!!!”
As the dense pheromones of a Dominant Alpha gradually filled the air, Chaika’s pupils dilated wide.
“Ah… aah—…”
Meaningless murmurs spilled from between his small lips, still stained red with blood. The fear, terror, rejection, and desperate pleas that had filled his face moments before faded as if swept away by a wave—until they disappeared completely. In their place bloomed a flushed warmth and a dazed, entranced expression.
The pheromones of a Dominant Alpha were overwhelming. Chaika had now completely lost his reason. Mihail pressed his lips to Chaika’s forehead and murmured a quiet apology—then devoured those bloodstained lips roughly. It was a kiss that felt as if he meant to consume him. Chaika responded fervently, wrapping his arms around Mihail’s neck and accepting the kiss as he panted for breath.
Like a predator, Mihail kissed him fiercely, spreading Chaika’s thighs with both hands. With the effects of the heat cycle compounded by the Dominant Alpha’s pheromones, Chaika was already soaked below. Mihail buried his fully erect cock deep inside Chaika’s body.
“Aah—! Ah! Ah! Aah! Hng—! Ngh!”
The hole meant to accept an alpha’s cock swallowed Mihail’s large cock without much resistance. But for Chaika’s small body, taking it for the first time was no easy task. Mihail eased in slowly, pushing in and pulling back repeatedly to prepare him. Each thrust drew a sharp, high moan from Chaika’s lips—each one brimming with pleasure.
At last, Mihail was fully inside him, their bodies pressed tightly together.
“Ahhk…!”
Clinging to Mihail’s neck, Chaika’s body trembled lightly in bliss as he reached climax once more. Struggling to maintain even the barest shred of reason, Mihail began moving his hips slowly, biting and worrying at Chaika’s nape and ear. The place below, slickened by his body’s instinctive response to accept Mihail, was drenched, making the act all too easy.
“Ngh….”
Mihail let out a low moan as he felt Chaika’s body clamp down tightly, sucking him in each time he pulled back. When Mihail paused, Chaika instinctively lifted his hips from below, urging him on.
Each time Mihail’s cock plunged back in and withdrew, Chaika’s waist twisted and moans overflowing with pleasure spilled from his parted lips. The patience Mihail had scraped together was completely exhausted. Propping himself upright, he gripped Chaika’s thighs firmly and began driving into him wildly.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Aah! Hng! Ngh! Ngh! Ha… ng… hhk.”
Each time the thick, hard cock drove deep into him, Chaika cried out in pleasure. His hands clawed into Mihail’s arms, nails digging in. Even that sharp sting only heightened the sensation.
“Mm! Ngh! Hng! Th-this is weird. It’s weird… ahhk… ngh.”
Nearly losing himself, Mihail slammed into him relentlessly. Each time he buried himself in that soft, burning body—each time he withdrew only to be sucked back in—an exquisite, searing shudder ran through him from head to toe.
“…Damn it.”
Mihail cursed under his breath, clinging desperately to the last vestige of reason. The pleasure was so intense it felt as though his mind would snap at any moment. Time lost all meaning. What he was doing faded into irrelevance. There was only Chaika—his warmth, his scent, his moans, his breath. He wanted to stay inside this hot, wet body forever.
This was his. The only perfect thing in the world that belonged to him. Something that had to be his.
If anyone dared touch or covet what was his, he would tear them apart with his bare hands and kill them painfully. Growling low in his throat, Mihail seized Chaika’s wrist, yanked it up, and bit hard into the soft flesh of his inner arm.
He didn’t know how much time had passed. There was only Chaika—and himself. Bodies pressed together. Flesh overlapping. Sensation. Pleasure. A beloved body. That was all that existed. He wanted to plant his seed deep inside him—had to fill him completely. Only then would Chaika be truly his. No one else’s. His alone.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Hng!”
Mihail’s thrusts sped up, slamming into him as if he meant to break him. Chaika’s small, pale body jolted violently with each impact. The end was near.
“…Chaika…!”
As release approached, Mihail’s entire body tensed. Calling Chaika’s name, he reached a fierce climax.
“Aah—…!”
As Mihail came, Chaika cried out as if he could feel the seed flooding into him, clinging tightly to Mihail’s body. Still wrapped around him, Chaika reached climax as well. His pale legs, which had been lifted into the air, dropped limply onto the bed, and the arms that had been clutching Mihail slid down, strength drained away.
Sweat dripped from Mihail’s chin, evidence of how violent the coupling had been. Leaning down, he licked the beads of sweat that had fallen onto Chaika’s pale chest. When he lifted his head, he saw Chaika lying there limply, eyes half-lidded. His small chest rose and fell weakly as he struggled just to breathe. Only then did Mihail finally reclaim his reason. Pale morning light was already filtering into the room. They had gone on for nearly six hours without rest, having completely lost track of time.
“Chaika?”
Mihail quickly tapped Chaika’s cheek and called to him. Chaika’s eyes, dulled with exhaustion, slowly focused on Mihail. Mihail withdrew his cock, which had still been buried deep inside him. It felt like falling from heaven straight into hell—but it couldn’t be helped. Even after he pulled out, the abused entrance didn’t close right away. Thick, cloudy seed slowly dripped from the gradually puckering hole.
The urge to scoop it back in and push himself deep inside again surged violently—but Chaika came first. Mihail poured water into a cup on the bedside table and lifted Chaika’s upper body. Bringing the cup to his lips, he waited. Chaika’s unfocused eyes slowly registered the water, and he parted his lips to drink. The hand he raised to hold the cup trembled uncontrollably with exhaustion.
Even swallowing a single mouthful was a struggle. With patience, Mihail helped him drink, one sip at a time, until the cup was empty. Setting it down, he laid Chaika back properly on the bed—and only then truly looked at his naked body.
Red handprints from being gripped so tightly marred the small, pale frame everywhere. His thighs, which had been held the hardest, were so covered in marks that almost none of the original white skin remained. They would inevitably turn into dark bruises with time. His lips—kissed while Mihail was half out of his mind—were swollen to the point of splitting, one corner torn open. And the place that had taken Mihail’s cock without rest for hours was puffed and red.
“…Damn.”
Mihail frowned in dismay. What had started as an attempt to prevent death by shock had ended with him losing himself completely to his desires.
“……”
Chaika, lying limp and staring at Mihail, moved his lips weakly. Only a breathy sound escaped, unintelligible. Mihail leaned down, bracing himself on the bed, and pressed his ear close. Chaika, barely managing to breathe, spoke again.
“…I hate you.”
“……”
The whispered words were hoarse and broken.
“I hate you so much. I said I didn’t want it… I didn’t want it….”
As Chaika poured out his resentment in that ruined voice, tears quickly filled his eyes. The pooled tears trembled, like ripples across a violet pond, before spilling down his cheeks. Watching them fall, Mihail felt his chest sink heavily.
There was so much he could have said. Why he’d released his pheromones, why he’d forced him to want this, why it had been the only way to save him. He had countless explanations.
But instead of explaining, Mihail apologized.
“I’m sorry, Chaika.”
As Mihail brushed back his sweat-soaked hair and wiped the traces of blood from his lips while apologizing, Chaika’s sobs grew louder.
“Hhk… huff… I hate you, Lord Mihail. I really hate you.”
Even though he barely had the strength to lift his arms, Chaika forced himself to clench his small fists and thump weakly against Mihail’s chest. It was probably the hardest he could hit in his current state. Rather than reminding him that no one had ever struck Mihail and lived unscathed, Mihail quietly endured the blows. It wasn’t because they didn’t hurt. It was because being hit by him was fine. The fact that Chaika was alive—alive enough to hit him—was enough.
“You’re awful. You’re really awful.”
With that, Chaika broke down into loud sobs. Mihail supported him and pulled him tightly into his arms. Chaika continued to pound weakly at him, fists tapping here and there. It was unbearably precious.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
As Mihail continued apologizing, Chaika’s weak blows gradually slowed. After crying in Mihail’s arms for a long time, his body finally went slack. He soon slipped into a deep sleep, like unconsciousness itself. Mihail held him for a long while longer before gently laying him back on the bed.
“If you cry this much after just one time, what am I supposed to do from here on out?”
Mihail muttered, carefully wiping away the tears reddening the corners of Chaika’s eyes. An omega’s heat cycle usually lasted two days—three at most. He was completely spent now, but once he slept deeply and recovered a little, his body would start screaming for intercourse again.
“Looks like I’m going to be hated for quite a while.”
Clicking his tongue softly, Mihail called in the butler waiting outside and ordered him to tidy the room and bring in some light food.
