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Sweat trickled down my back in cold streams. Leaning against the wall, I stumbled into the elevator as it opened with a ding. I felt guilty for speaking out of both sides of my mouth, but I had no choice—I needed to call Lee Gyeongjin. Jabbing at the button for the first floor with one hand, I fumbled in my pocket with the other, only for a hand to slip through the closing elevator doors, stopping them.
“Sorry.”
A polite voice accompanied the man who calmly took his place beside me. He pressed the button for a floor several levels below, followed by the Close button.
“The meeting went fine. Well, not like we’re close enough to eat together—I get annoyed just looking at him. Handle this yourself next time. …No, I’m not coming home today. Someone’s illegally occupying my place. …Yes, I know you’re talking about him. I won’t go back until my father returns to his own home. So stop forcing me and just go back. I’m hanging up.”
I heard the man speaking on the phone. Already irritated by the elevator’s delay, my frustration boiled over when this man—who had the audacity to stop the doors and squeeze in—boarded. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to glare at him; my trembling hands dropped my phone to the floor.
My phone… I need to pick it up and call Gyeongjin…
My vision blurred, swaying uncontrollably. Groping blindly at the floor like a sightless man, the man beside me asked, “Are you alright?”
“My phone…”
As he leaned closer, a thick, intoxicating scent washed over me—bittersweet, like dark chocolate melting on the tongue, rich and lingering. My breath hitched, a raw, instinctive gasp clawing its way out of my throat.
“What the—!”
For some reason, the man let out a stifled sound, a mix of shock and bewilderment.
An unknown pain flared up, as if thousands of needles pricked my skin all at once, setting every inch of me ablaze with a stinging, hypersensitive ache. It wasn’t the kind of pain I’d felt from injuries or blows before—this was something entirely new. Clutching my shoulders, I whimpered, tears welling up.
“You…”
The man seized my wrist with a vise-like grip. The pressure hurt, but strangely, the searing pain where his skin touched mine began to fade.
“Fuck, you…”
He trailed off, his voice thick with something unsaid, a guttural growl scraping from his throat like an animal’s cry.
“…Please…”
I clutched the hand gripping my wrist. Please. I didn’t even know what I was begging for, my fingers sliding over the back of his hand like a snake, my sweat-slick palm clinging to his skin. As if possessed, my fingers slithered beneath his shirt cuff, seeking the warmth of his inner wrist.
The scent grew stronger. Every ragged breath he exhaled onto the top of my head sent shivers through me, like a drowning man gasping for air. I inhaled deeply, desperately.
“Do something… to me…”
I pulled at his shoulder, clinging to him, pleading. My instincts screamed that he could ease this agony.
The man’s jaw clenched, his entire body taut with restrained tension, his muscles rigid beneath his clothes. The hand gripping my wrist trembled violently.
“Please… it hurts…”
Hurts, hurts. Help me. Make it stop.
My desperate whimpers and his low, pained groans filled the space between us as the elevator doors slid open with another ding—his floor. His grip on my wrist loosened, as if he meant to pull away, but I lunged, my arms wrapping around his waist.
Don’t leave me. Help me. Save me.
The unspoken plea spilled out as a broken moan. Please, please. I didn’t understand this pain, but I knew he could fix it. The man turned back to me, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging as he clenched his fists.
“Ah…”
He dragged me out of the elevator. Even as I stumbled, I scrambled to follow, my body moving on its own. His strides were urgent. He swiped a keycard, shoved open a door, and practically threw me into the room.
The door slammed shut. Before I could process anything, he grabbed me again, hauling me somewhere else.
“Ah, it hurts…”
I whimpered reflexively, tears streaming down my face. The throbbing pain was getting worse.
When he released me, my body collapsed backward onto something soft—a bed. He stripped off his jacket in haste.
What is he—
Curled into a ball, I panted as he loomed over me, his large frame pressing down, that same cloying, sweet scent enveloping me like an electric current, paralyzing me.
“What are you—”
I barely managed to raise a hand to push him away, but the heat of his skin through his thin shirt sent an indescribable thrill through me. My vision whited out, dizziness crashing over me.
Without a word, he crushed his mouth against mine. His lips mashed against me, his tongue forcing its way in, probing, licking, teasing the inside of my mouth. Saliva spilled between us, dripping down my chin, but even that sensation was strangely intoxicating.
Every breath he exhaled sent waves of sweet, aching pleasure through me instead of pain. I didn’t want to be aroused by a stranger, but if it meant escaping this torment, I’d take it. My hands clenched around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
His tongue slithered against mine like a living thing, twisting, sucking, tangling without my consent. My body craved more—every part of me ached to be touched by him. It was my first time experiencing this, yet my body knew exactly what it wanted.
I palmed his shoulders, his chest, my fingers kneading through his clothes, and he roughly tore off my suit jacket and shirt.
Our groins, strained against each other, were both painfully hard.
This is insane. I’m losing my mind.
As long as our bodies were pressed together, the searing pain vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar, ravenous thirst. Like a man dying of starvation, I devoured his lips, drank his saliva, swallowed every drop.
“Ah… Nn…”
He seized my exposed chest, his hand squeezing the meager flesh like a child molding clay. The strange, pulsing ache draining my strength only made me cling to him harder.
“Stop whining.”
His voice was rough, strained, but his eyes—glaring at me with something like resentment—betrayed the urgency of his hands, kneading my chest as if he were the one desperate.
Watching my dazed, pain-clouded gaze, he slowly lowered his head. I followed the dip of his skull, only to jolt when his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking hard before grazing it with his teeth. The sharp sensation shot straight from my chest to my groin.
“Ah—! Aah…!”
I gasped, my lips parting in a sound that was neither sigh nor moan. I tried to pull his head away by his neatly styled hair, but he refused to budge, his mouth sealed over my chest like a leech.
Heat pooled in my abdomen, suffocating, agonizing. The warmth from his lips spread through my body, and now it felt like millions of ants crawling beneath my skin.
“It hurts, it hurts…”
“You don’t hurt.”
He scoffed, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. His fingers fumbled with my belt and zipper, yanking down my pants and underwear in one motion. He gripped my erection roughly, and I cried out, but he only smirked, rolling his hand over his own hardened length.
“All Omegas are like this.”
Losing interest in my chest, his hand slid to my bare ass, his grip so strong it bordered on pain. He kneaded the flesh for what felt like forever before suddenly spreading my cheeks apart. The hidden hole twitched at the exposure to cold air.
“Completely soaked…”
There was no way my hole could be wet—unless my sphincter had somehow failed—but his finger slid inside with obscene ease, the slick, squelching sound unmistakable.
This is… impossible.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
