Instead, he lowered his head to Yeonwoo’s collarbone, baring his teeth before placing his hand on the flat chest. Yeonwoo gasped at the grip that squeezed his chest almost painfully and shifted his gaze upward.
In the dark room, Yeonwoo looked up at the high ceiling and blinked rapidly. Tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes from tension streamed down the sides of his face.
***
Misfortune arrived suddenly without warning.
The health of Yeonwoo’s father, who had raised him alone, deteriorated abruptly. It was pheromone gland hyperthyroidism—the worst condition for an omega or alpha.
His father, who had been pushing himself to raise his only son, collapsed at work just as Yeonwoo was graduating high school. They had to spend large sums of money several times to overcome multiple crises. After using up all the money saved for Yeonwoo’s college education, they still had to sell their old villa to make ends meet.
Because his father was an orphan, they had no relatives to ask for help. Yeonwoo struggled through the situation with assistance from a welfare worker at the local Omega Center. But before half a year passed, their money ran out, and Yeonwoo moved into the Omega Center dormitory with just one small suitcase. He was only twenty at the time.
Though fortunate to have graduated high school, the situation remained dire. Despite multiple surgeries, his father’s condition showed no signs of improvement, and Yeonwoo was too young to shoulder all these burdens. When Yeonwoo was filled with fear and despair, he received contact from his other biological father.
“I’ve been looking for you two for a long time. Let me take responsibility and make you both happy from now on.”
It seemed like that was what he had been hoping to hear.
But reality was cruel. The man who introduced himself as a lawyer simply handed over a business card and delivered his message in a businesslike manner.
“As soon as you make your decision, your father’s hospital bills will be covered. And we’ll bear the costs while you stay in Seoul.”
“…”
The purpose of the father who had sought him out after more than twenty years was simple.
The father ran a small company and needed connections with specific individuals for his business. Even without that, he was in a situation where, like other company presidents, he needed to present a “dominant omega child” as a commodity.
If his omega father had been healthy and living peacefully, he would have ignored such a proposition. But Yeonwoo needed money. The continuous hospital bills for his father were beyond what the young Yeonwoo could manage.
He had heard someone describe pheromone hyperthyroidism as “pouring water into a bottomless jar.” But Yeonwoo couldn’t abandon his father. He was his only, beloved family.
“…I’ll do it.”
He knew what it meant to present an omega as a commodity.
Though the world loudly proclaimed equality for alphas, omegas, and betas, discrimination still existed. The status of omegas was only slightly better than betas. Among them, male omegas often led more difficult lives due to prejudice.
Yeonwoo’s father had always warned him to be careful around alphas and men. The other father who appeared after twenty years wanted to use Yeonwoo, a dominant omega. The world seemed so frightening and difficult to live in.
Cough
The sound of coughing rising from his throat opened his eyes.
“…”
Though his eyes were open, it was hard to gather his thoughts, but the pain rising throughout his body didn’t wait for him to adjust. As consciousness returned, the discomfort felt throughout his body and the foreign sensation in his stomach became more vivid.
With a face still heavy with drowsiness, Yeonwoo unconsciously reached behind himself. The body covered by soft sheets felt uncomfortably stained with unknown substances. As soon as his hand touched his buttocks, he felt a viscous liquid and frowned, biting his lower lip as he moved his fingers deeper. Then he felt the swollen entrance.
“…”
At the sudden vision of flesh-colored indulgence flashing before his eyes, Yeonwoo quickly withdrew his hand. Just then, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing behind him. The sound of cloth rustling was followed by the noise of a hair dryer.
That person must have gotten up already.
It was truly fortunate. If that man had been lying beside him, he would have seen everything Yeonwoo had done. It would have been extremely embarrassing if caught. Yeonwoo clasped his hands in front of his chest and tilted his head toward the pillow.
Planning to get up after the man left, Yeonwoo tensed his closed eyes. While trying to stay quiet as a mouse, his heart strangely pounded loudly. Worried that the man might hear it because it was beating so forcefully, Yeonwoo anxiously nibbled his lower lip, but felt a stinging pain and quickly released it.
It hurts.
Not just his lips, but everywhere on his body.
For Yeonwoo, who was experiencing sex for the first time, the night with Ho Munbeom was difficult and painful. It was so surreal that even though it had happened just hours ago, he questioned whether it had really occurred.
The entrance that had received the dick was sore, and the inner walls throbbed. His body continuously insisted, “You slept with Ho Munbeom.”
Yeonwoo recalled the last words he had heard before losing consciousness. Ho Munbeom had torn open a condom with his teeth and said, “Spread your legs wider.”
Even in his dazed state, Yeonwoo seemed to have obeyed, entranced by the voice that resonated deeply like being inside a cave.
And so, while the man above him did as he pleased, the act eventually ended. More accurately, Yeonwoo had lost consciousness before it was over.
Then a voice, similar to the one in his recollection but clearer, was heard.
“If you’re not sleeping, would you mind getting up for a moment?”
“…”
He didn’t know how the man had noticed when he hadn’t even been breathing loudly. Realizing that continuing to pretend would only make things awkward, Yeonwoo slowly sat up, supporting himself with his aching arms.
Pulling the slipping sheet over his shoulders, he felt something flowing as he sat on his buttocks. It wasn’t the man’s semen. Despite probing between Yeonwoo’s legs numerous times, the alpha had stubbornly used condoms, and at the end, he had withdrawn his dick to ejaculate on Yeonwoo’s stomach or chest.
The man’s semen was what stained his thighs and behind uncomfortably, but what was flowing from his rear now was Yeonwoo’s own fluid. Feeling strange and uncomfortable, Yeonwoo brought his thighs together and looked back.
There stood the alpha, looking exactly as he had when they first met. Just by his appearance, one might wonder if they had ever had sex at all.
Was it really just a dream?
While lost in such thoughts, his eyes met Ho Munbeom’s, who was looking down at him. In that moment, he recalled the voice that had hissed, “Damn, you’re tight.” His lower abdomen throbbed, and Yeonwoo averted his gaze.
“…”
Ho Munbeom stared intently at Yeonwoo, who seemed to be shrinking his already small body even more. Perhaps uncomfortable with the situation, a subtle scent of pheromones could be detected in the air. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
Just then, a gurgling sound was heard. Ho Munbeom raised an eyebrow as he observed Yeonwoo wrapping his arms around his lower abdomen. Yeonwoo, who seemed embarrassed, glanced upward and mumbled in an almost inaudible voice as he moved back:
“I’ve just digested everything…”
Before he could finish, another gurgling sound erupted.
It wasn’t something he could forcibly stop—the sound of hunger—but Yeonwoo pressed down firmly with both hands. As a result, the sheet slipped, revealing his disheveled naked body.
The only light in the room came from a lamp at the head of the bed. Nevertheless, the marks from bites and sucking were clearly visible all over Yeonwoo’s minimal arms, legs, shoulders, waist, and neck.
Munbeom’s expression hardened as he faced the marks he had created. Noticing this reaction, Yeonwoo grabbed the sheet with trembling hands and covered himself again. His bowed head conveyed deep embarrassment. It seemed as if he wanted to hide somewhere immediately if he could.
Ho Munbeom sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Yeonwoo-ssi.”
“…”
His ears tingled at the sound of Ho Munbeom calling his name. Realizing he couldn’t continue avoiding him, Yeonwoo cautiously looked at Ho Munbeom.
“I knew you were a virgin, yet I couldn’t stop myself. Perhaps the problem was that I had been restraining myself from such activities for a long time.”
“…”
“Of course, you probably won’t believe such words.”
Honestly, he hadn’t expected to be invited to a room right after their arranged meeting.
Given how smoothly the other man had initiated both the conversation and the activities once in the room, Yeonwoo had wondered if this was a regular occurrence for him, but apparently it wasn’t. Thinking that perhaps it had just happened that way, Yeonwoo remained silent.
“If you continue to feel unwell, I can schedule a hospital appointment for you.”
“…No, thank you.”
The mention of a hospital slightly cleared Yeonwoo’s mind.
If by any chance his father found out he had gone to a hospital, it would be a disaster, so Yeonwoo repeatedly insisted he was fine. Ho Munbeom, without taking his eyes off Yeonwoo, asked:
“If you’re tired, you can sleep more, and if you’re hungry, you can use room service. And when you leave… is there someone who can pick you up?”
Having come alone, there was no one who could come pick him up.
