The moment the threshold was crossed—it was that.
Lee Ha-jin smiled without even realizing he’d just pulled the pin on a grenade. It was the smile that came from the deep satisfaction and fullness that surged when an Alpha and Omega had sex saturated in pheromones. But for Cheon Tae-seong, it was more than enough to ignite his reason in flames.
The man let out a low curse and pulled back. The sensation of his cock slipping out slow and deliberate made Ha-jin’s entrance twitch—just briefly—before, without warning, the shaft that had nearly withdrawn slammed deep inside again with a hard thrust.
“Ahhk…!”
A heavy flood of Alpha pheromones burst from Cheon Tae-seong. Ha-jin trembled, moaning as the deep stretch inside him quivered. Tae-seong pulled all the way back from the walls gripping tightly around his tip, only to drive in again with sharp force.
And then he kept fucking him. With both hands laced tight, he pinned Ha-jin down so he couldn’t move. Towering over the Omega like he was overpowering him with his sheer body weight, Tae-seong tore into him, rutting deep with his cock.
“D-Damn, ah, hnn…! Aah!”
Ha-jin’s moans quickly turned into sobs. His head rolled back against the tangled sheets, teary eyes looking up at Tae-seong. The wet slap of skin hitting skin echoed loud, shaking through his stomach every time their bodies collided.
Each time the tip rammed inside, it knocked the air from his lungs. With every hard upward thrust, the pleasure spiked higher—dragging him toward the peak, pulling more and more sensation out of him.
“Ah, hhh, nghhh…!”
“Ha-jin.”
Tae-seong ground in deep, swearing through gritted teeth.
“Ah, Lee Ha-jin… Lee Ha-jin…”
Nothing else came out. Language had dissolved—shattered and blurry—leaving only Ha-jin’s name escaping from his lips.
Cheon Tae-seong devoured him like a man possessed. Pushing in deeper, rutting wildly, forcing Ha-jin toward the edge. He pinned the Omega’s legs open under his weight and slammed into him like a beast. His cock, flushed and thick, was soaked in slick, gliding in and out of the twitching hole, glistening in the mess as Tae-seong lost himself.
Ha-jin’s cock had long since begun leaking thin, watery fluid after coming once already. Tae-seong dragged his hand up from Ha-jin’s belly button where the precum had pooled, smearing it up his chest. His fingers pinched and twisted Ha-jin’s sensitive nipples, pulling a sharp gasp from him as his inner walls clenched and rippled in response.
“Haah, hnnnnghh…!”
His tender skin was covered in bruised and blotchy marks—bite marks, suck marks, the grip of rough hands all over him. Welts that would surely darken into bruises soon. And yet, it felt so good. Drenched in pheromones, his whole body felt like one giant erogenous zone. Every brush of skin, every breath from Tae-seong—it all sent jolts through him.
Maybe that’s why. Neither of them realized Cheon Tae-seong’s rut cycle had begun.
Whether the pheromone-high had triggered the rut, or the rut had ramped up the pleasure—they couldn’t tell which came first.
Ha-jin squeezed his eyes shut and blinked away the tears, desperate to see Tae-seong clearly. But between their bodies rocking and the rough breathing, nothing stayed in focus. When his gaze finally locked on the man above him, all the cool composure was gone—those eyes were darkened, shadowed in primal heat.
The dense pheromones made Ha-jin feel like he was floating. Reality peeled away, like his body no longer weighed anything. Pleasure surged uncontrollably, stripping away everything but the raw instinct in his lower half.
Then Tae-seong hooked both arms around Ha-jin’s waist, lifted him up, and slammed him down with brutal force.
“Ahh…!”
The hole, gaping open from being thoroughly fucked, leaked more slick as it stretched around him. At the same time, Ha-jin came again. White semen spilled out in spurts just as his hole pulsed and clenched around the cock inside.
Tae-seong held Ha-jin tightly as he jerked forward again, ramming deep.
“……!”
This time, not even a cry came out. With his mouth hanging open, Ha-jin clung to Tae-seong’s shoulder. His insides clamped down hard, wrapping snugly around the cock inside him. The suction was so intense, even he could feel how tightly his walls were milking Tae-seong.
Tae-seong’s breathing was harsh and broken. His gaze unfocused, he crushed Ha-jin in a tight hold.
Then, deep inside where their bodies were locked together, Tae-seong began to come.
Hot Alpha cum flooded his inner walls, soaking them through. Ha-jin shuddered as he hugged Tae-seong back—his strength was nowhere near the Alpha’s, but the gesture was more than enough.
A strange fullness bloomed in his gut.
The knot had begun.
The base of the dominant Alpha’s cock swelled inside him, starting the knotting process—a natural act to plug up the Omega’s hole and trap the cum as deep as possible for impregnation.
“Ah, aaah…”
Ha-jin gasped for breath, hands roaming desperately over Tae-seong. Though the pheromones dulled the pain, the sensation of his stomach stretching tight with fullness sparked instinctive panic. His blurred eyes fluttered as he clung to the man, who soothed him with gentle kisses on his damp skin.
The two of them melted into each other. Where their bodies were joined, it felt like even their hearts were beating in sync.
Hands pressed to each other’s backs, they gradually calmed their breathing.
Their mingled pheromones rose into the air, blooming into a new scent—sweet, like proof of affection—sprouting a seed deep inside Ha-jin’s belly.
***
Kang Sung-oh stared anxiously out the window at the dark river.
It was well past midnight. Of all the many parking lots by the river, this one was especially secluded—tucked beneath a bridge where the chill settled heavy and no one bothered to come.
Some time passed before another car quietly pulled into the silent lot. The stillness briefly broke, but the moment the engine shut off, the silence returned.
Minutes ticked by.
Click. The passenger-side door opened, and a man dressed in black slipped inside. Kang Sung-oh checked his face, then glanced around, peering through the windows to make sure they were alone.
“You made sure no one followed you?”
The tension in his darting eyes made the other man scoff.
“With that level of paranoia, what could you possibly handle properly?”
“Better safe than sorry, isn’t it?”
The question was answered with another question, and the conversation cut off.
Smack. The man clicked his tongue and pulled a cigarette from inside his coat. As smoke filled the car, Kang Sung-oh licked his lips. The man handed him one, which he quickly accepted—his trembling lips biting down on the filter like an addict.
“So. You’re saying Cheon Han-jo changed his mind?”
“…Yes. Whatever shift came over that cranky old man, he suddenly declared he’s backing out of his grandson’s life. Didn’t even leave me a penny for the commission or advance.”
“Probably because of the Omega by his side. No one wants to cook a meal just to feed it to the dog. If he’d gone through with the rut inducer, it would’ve led to the exact result the chairman hates most.”
The man clicked his tongue in annoyance.
They’d learned that Cheon Han-jo had been planning to obtain a rut inducer to pair his grandson with a chosen Omega. They’d successfully turned Kang Sung-oh—who was on Han-jo’s payroll—to their side. Everything had gone far too smoothly.
The original plan was simple: swap out the rut inducer with poison before the chairman administered it to Tae-seong. But now, with Han-jo pulling the plug and firing Kang Sung-oh, it was like ten billion won had just evaporated into thin air.
The man looked at Kang Sung-oh with disgust, a sneer playing on his lips. He wasn’t the one upset about the lost money—Kang Sung-oh was.
The real issue was Cheon Han-jo.
Would that sharp old man just sit quietly and let Kang Sung-oh get close to Tae-seong’s inner circle after canceling the deal? No. He’d definitely start to suspect something.
Before coming here, the man had already settled on a new plan.
The only thing he was still weighing was which option would cause less noise:
Keep using Kang Sung-oh—or dispose of him here.
He tapped his four fingers idly on his knee.
“What did he seem like?”
“Who?”
“Chairman Cheon. What kind of mood was he in? Was he… frothing at the mouth?”
Was that Omega worth enough for even Cheon Han-jo to feel uneasy? Did Tae-seong value him that much?
Kang Sung-oh, catching on to the implication, licked his dry lips. His thoughts were spinning. He inhaled deep on his cigarette, then exhaled, buying himself a few seconds.
“I can lure that Omega out.”
He stubbed the cigarette out, lowered his voice, and answered slowly—deliberately—emphasizing his usefulness, trying to read the other man’s mood.
The man gave a dry laugh.
“‘Lure him out’—you make it sound like you’re about to kidnap him.”
Now that Cheon Han-jo had his eyes on the Omega, there was no safe way to pass poison to someone close to Tae-seong through Kang Sung-oh. He didn’t seem the type to bend easily, either.
Still, with the whole plan on the verge of collapse, there was no way he could afford to toss out this piece too.
“All right then, Executive Kang. Let’s hear your plan.”
He handed over another cigarette.
And only then did Kang Sung-oh finally let the tension fade from his face as he nodded.
