He couldn’t even change positions. If he moved carelessly and the angle shifted, he feared Munbeom’s dick might pierce somewhere strange and damage his body.
No, perhaps it was already damaged.
Suddenly, Yeonwoo’s body jerked violently as Munbeom began thrusting deeply, digging into his innermost parts. When Yeonwoo gasped, “Hik,” and his inner walls contracted more as he exhaled the breath caught in his throat, Munbeom let out an unfamiliar moan. The next moment, he bent down as if about to fold Yeonwoo’s body completely in half.
“Relax… your… back…”
At Munbeom’s words, spoken through gritted teeth and broken into fragments, Yeonwoo shook his head. Tears that had gathered in his eyes now flowed down his face. With his breathing becoming increasingly ragged and feeling suffocated, Yeonwoo shook his head wildly as if he didn’t understand. And as Munbeom continued to thrust into his belly, Yeonwoo’s hands, which had been scratching at the leather sofa, reached up to grab Munbeom’s arms.
In response, Munbeom lowered Yeonwoo’s legs and immediately lay down on top of him.
Munbeom’s weight crashed down on Yeonwoo along with pheromones so intense they made his head spin. At the deep penetration that felt like it might reach his throat, Yeonwoo desperately embraced Munbeom’s back.
“Ah, ah, ah…!”
Even though this person was causing him pain, he couldn’t push him away. Yeonwoo just desperately clung to Munbeom, who kept Yeonwoo under him while greedily moving his hips and repeatedly pressing his lips to Yeonwoo’s lips and various parts of his face.
Yeonwoo’s inner walls were so wet that fluid flowed out with each thrust of Munbeom’s dick. His reddened entrance was completely soaked, and with each movement of his buttocks, the dark stain on the sofa spread wider.
The sound of sweaty skin rubbing against leather, the forceful hip movements pounding into wet flesh, Yeonwoo’s labored breathing through his sealed lips—
The prolonged act, just by its sounds, seemed less like sex and more like Munbeom was devouring Yeonwoo.
***
“Your child seems to have matured early. Mine isn’t like that.”
It was on the way back from the small supermarket in front of their house.
By coincidence, he’d met the mother of a child from the same class. Since they were children who normally got along well, they would greet each other in passing, so she spoke to him first.
Usually, there were prejudices against male omegas. The perception was worse in provincial areas than in the city. Since his father had come here and settled when he was pregnant, the people around them were quite supportive.
The elders took special care of them, saying it must be difficult raising a child alone. Of course, there were still people who criticized his father with words difficult to repeat.
As a result, his father’s social circle was limited. He hardly exchanged greetings with anyone except his colleagues or elders he had known for a long time. Consequently, hardly anyone knew his father was an omega, so by the time Yeonwoo had entered elementary school and reached fifth grade, everyone assumed his mother must be somewhere else.
His father didn’t seem pleased by the sudden familiarity from a stranger. Though he conversed politely on the surface, his expression had subtly hardened.
“Yeonwoo is so well-behaved and studies well—I hope he can go to the same middle school as our child. When you have time, shall we have a meal together with the children?”
“That sounds good. Let me know later and I’ll coordinate my schedule. I work on weekends too.”
“That must be tough. If you ever have trouble preparing Yeonwoo’s meals, just let me know. Setting an extra place for one child is no trouble at all.”
“No, Yeonwoo doesn’t eat well at other people’s houses. He gets indigestion.”
“I see. That’s a shame.”
Although the conversation flowed in a pleasant atmosphere, Yeonwoo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Others might not notice, but he could feel his father’s mood deteriorating.
And then the friend’s mother brought it up.
“Both Yeonwoo and you are so handsome. Your wife must be pleased.”
“…”
“Let’s have a couples’ gathering sometime. Neither my husband nor I are shy. It would be a fun time.”
She was similar in personality to her child—almost recklessly cheerful. That’s why teachers would often just flick her child’s forehead when mistakes were made and let it go.
His friend’s mother waved goodbye, saying it was time to pick up her child from academy. Her exit was as sudden as her appearance. Yeonwoo shifted the black bag containing tofu and bean sprouts to his other hand. His father said “Let’s go” and took the first step. Normally, they would have walked side by side, but now Yeonwoo followed half a step behind.
Yeonwoo’s home was on the third floor of an old apartment building.
From when Yeonwoo was a baby until he became a fifth-grader in elementary school, they had moved every two years at most, or as frequently as every six months. After so many moves, this was a house his father had struggled to acquire. Though half of it was mortgaged and there was still much to repay, the fact that they wouldn’t have to move again was a relief.
It was a precious haven for both his father and Yeonwoo. But the home that had always given them comfort felt subtly uncomfortable today. Though he knew the reason, Yeonwoo pretended not to notice and placed the tofu and bean sprouts on the sink counter.
“Father, should I turn on the rice cooker?”
He had washed the rice and put it in the cooker before going to the mart. It should be turned on now if they wanted fresh rice later.
Yeonwoo stood near the sink and looked toward the main bedroom. Wondering if he should call out again, he tiptoed to the room and opened the door. His father was lying on the bare floor with his back turned.
Sometimes his father felt heartache, and at those times, he wanted to be alone. It was time for him to quietly imagine a world without Yeonwoo, soothing his own emotional bruises.
Things unknown in childhood become naturally understood as one grows up.
What kind of life would his father have lived without him? He wouldn’t have needed to work day and night. Perhaps he could have enjoyed life with more leisure, met someone compatible, and built a happy family.
If he could have lived like ordinary people in some way, he wouldn’t have had to hide like this. He wouldn’t have fallen ill from all that hardship.
It was clear that his father loved him. And it was also true that when weary and worn down by life, he might regret the choice to raise a child alone.
That’s why Yeonwoo wanted his father to get well. When he became healthy again, Yeonwoo wanted to support him comfortably without any financial worries. But he didn’t know how to achieve this. For now, all he could do was depend on the hospital expenses provided by Lee Jonghoon.
That man would try to recover as much as he invested. Perhaps, as in dramas, he might be set up on dates with strange or elderly alphas. The fact that there had been no contact even after the carefully arranged date with Munbeom had failed suggested that he was probably searching for another alpha. Yeonwoo’s life or prospects for a happy marriage wouldn’t be considered in that process.
Throughout his life, he had never really envisioned his future. And after meeting Lee Jonghoon and coming to Seoul, Yeonwoo had started imagining worst-case scenarios. A marriage life that was only unhappy and difficult.
It seemed that some dominant omegas suffered unilateral sexual exploitation even after marriage, but he had no personal experience with such things, so there were limits to his imagination. Nevertheless, the mere thought of a stranger handling his body freely made his skin crawl.
While living in Seoul and working part-time at the mart to supplement their insufficient living expenses, he had looked into various options. He wondered if there was a way to overcome his situation without Lee Jonghoon’s help.
But they had already received subsidies and support from various places since his father was first hospitalized. There was nothing more to extract. He even left inquiries with government agencies just in case, but to no avail. There was nothing a newly-turned adult like Yeonwoo could do.
That’s when Yeonwoo began to cling to the name Ho Munbeom.
At first, he didn’t even know who Munbeom was. Naturally. His face had only been extensively exposed in Korea for a few months. During that time, the Ho Group had openly promoted Munbeom as the next chairman, releasing previously unseen videos, photos, and various materials. Every piece essentially boasted that although the next chairman was young, his abilities were exceptional.
He was an extraordinarily handsome man, memorable at a single glance. The attractive alpha, whose appeal was evident even through photos and videos, was said to be even more impressive in person. Wondering how someone could be even more handsome than this, Yeonwoo had skimmed over the real-life reviews floating around the internet.
Initially, he only recognized him as “an alpha I might meet for an arranged date someday.” Because there was no way such an exceptional alpha would marry him. Thinking self-deprecatingly that he wouldn’t even be able to meet him briefly, let alone date him, Yeonwoo had looked up Munbeom.
He kept searching for that name, reading every related article without missing one, and staring blankly at that face whenever he appeared on TV.
Throughout his life, he had never felt attraction toward an alpha before.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
