“Seon Juho!”
“I missed you, my peeing hyung. So come on—just pee.”
“What?!”
“Pee… and be embarrassed. That’s fine, right?”
“You sick bastard!”
Lee Tae-rim clutched his groin tightly, doing everything he could to hold it in. But Juho’s hand quickly got in the way. Tae-rim’s wrists were caught and pinned in one of Juho’s hands, leaving him completely helpless—and that’s when the real tears started to fall.
“I—I hate this. No! Ah! Juho…!”
“Hyung. Hyung.”
As Tae-rim clenched his teeth and struggled to endure, Juho suddenly lifted him. And in one smooth, lightning-fast motion, flipped him over. The shift inside him nearly made Tae-rim lose it right then and there, but he barely managed to hold on.
“Seon Juho!”
“I’ll take care of you, hyung.”
“What?”
Juho hooked one arm around Tae-rim’s trembling body and pulled him up.
“Ah!”
Tae-rim’s upper body was hoisted upright. With his other hand, Juho reached down and grabbed Tae-rim’s groin. Rubbing the tip gently with his thumb, he spoke words Tae-rim couldn’t believe.
“Relax.”
“Hey! You maniac—ah!”
Juho’s hips, which had paused for just a moment, started moving again. That was it—Tae-rim couldn’t take any more. Tears poured down his face. He covered it with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Ah, ah…!”
At last, the flood he had been holding back gushed out. Tae-rim broke into loud, messy cries. His strength gave out as he collapsed against Juho’s arm, completely defeated.
“Ugh! No! Huh!”
Even as Tae-rim cried, Juho didn’t stop. He pressed a kiss to Tae-rim’s ear and whispered softly,
“Hyung, that wasn’t pee.”
“What the hell do you mean it wasn’t?! Huh!”
“See? There’s no smell.”
Juho slowed for a moment and brought his wet hand to Tae-rim’s face. Tae-rim flinched in disgust, trying to avoid it—but then he realized it really didn’t smell like anything.
“Then… then what the hell is it?”
“A fountain.”
“A… what? Hah! You’ve seriously lost it—ah!”
“When it feels really good, sometimes you ejaculate water. That’s all.”
Still holding Tae-rim close from behind, Juho started moving his hips again. Tae-rim let out another moan and slowly pulled his hands away from his face. He looked down at the bed—there was no color to the liquid at all.
“Even if it’s not pee, I really—! Ah! I hate this!”
“Hyung, you looked so beautiful when you came just now.”
The way Tae-rim cried and thrashed had left Juho completely lovestruck. But Tae-rim had no time to think about that. With this new position—on his knees, being taken from behind—Juho’s cock was hitting his prostate with frightening precision.
It was dangerous. Too dangerous. Tae-rim wanted to break free from the arm holding him upright and lie down, but there was no way he could overpower Juho. He had no choice but to take it like this.
“You—ugh! You’re so getting it later! Hah!”
Juho’s cock twitched, swelling even more at Tae-rim’s tearful voice. Startled, Tae-rim instinctively tried to scoot his hips back, but Juho grabbed his waist and held him in place. That intense, maddening pressure returned—and with it, the dreaded sensation that he might lose control again.
“Stop it! I mean it! Ah! I’m gonna get mad! No!”
“Hyung, can’t you squirt one more time?”
“Hey!”
Panting hard, Juho drove his hips up and finally came inside Tae-rim. Normally, he would have lasted longer—but the sight of Tae-rim ejaculating had clearly pushed him over the edge. Juho was especially weak to visual stimulation.
Each time Juho, now climaxing, thrust into him, Tae-rim felt a jolt in his lower belly. All he wanted now was to collapse. But Juho, clearly fond of this position, refused to let go.
“Hyung, did you know it gets even tighter like this?”
“I don’t care. I hate it. Change the position. Got it?!”
“Just one more time.”
“No, I—ah!”
Seon Juho’s hips began thrusting again. Tae-rim instinctively tried to pull away, squirming beneath him. His belly was already heavy with Juho’s release, and the sensation was unbearably strange.
“Hyung, let’s do it from behind today. Haa… I really love it, hyung… ugh!”
“Stop…! I told you I don’t like it…! Haaah!”
Tae-rim wanted to lash out, to protest what was happening, but Juho didn’t give him the chance. His hips slammed into Tae-rim’s body with a primal force, like a beast in heat. Tae-rim truly wanted to run away—from Juho, from the bared teeth grazing the back of his neck.
“Juho—ah! Aah!”
“Hyung.”
He was usually so obedient, so easy to handle—but now, it was like he wasn’t even listening. Tae-rim started crying again. He prayed it was all just a nightmare. When the tears fell, Juho licked them from his cheeks. The sensation sent a chill crawling down Tae-rim’s spine.
That night, Tae-rim had no choice but to cry endlessly, overwhelmed by the relentless ecstasy Juho forced upon him.
***
Lee Tae-rim tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Hyung, you’re awake?”
“……”
He couldn’t speak either. His throat hurt like hell.
“W-water….”
But his thirst was unbearable. He wanted to drink something, but his body refused to move. Just as he was about to panic, careful hands propped him up. He barely managed to open his eyes. A glass tilted near his lips. He drank the water.
“Juho… you… seriously….”
“H-hyung! I’m sorry! I messed up! I must’ve gone totally crazy!”
“……”
The look in Seon Juho’s eyes wasn’t normal. They were lit with extreme arousal, like someone who’d indulged in one too many sexual fantasies. He’d climaxed just from squatting and doing it from behind—and that wasn’t enough. He even came like a damn fountain.
“Hyung… hic…”
Seon Juho was actually crying. Lee Tae-rim didn’t even have the strength to be angry.
“I’m so sorryyy. sniffle Please don’t hate meee…”
Seon Juho gently pulled him into a hug and burst into tears. Tae-rim found himself unable to get mad.
“I brought your meds, so let’s start with those. sniff”
The pills he held out looked familiar. Seon Juho offered him two.
“They said to take two if it’s really bad…”
He must’ve gone all the way to the infirmary while Tae-rim was passed out. The pills were a standard prescription for muscle pain.
The clock read 10. Judging by the dark sky outside, it was definitely 10 p.m. Another Saturday, gone.
“If it gets any worse, we should go to the infirmary. They said they can hook you up to an IV…”
“……”
Tae-rim didn’t dwell on it for long. Pain lingers, but embarrassment fades. He ended up heading to the infirmary, got on an IV drip, and brought back a bunch of meds. The doctor glanced at his condition—then looked at Seon Juho like he was some sort of wild animal.
From that day on, Tae-rim couldn’t even touch his own dick. Seon Juho insisted on doing it only from behind, again and again. At one point, Tae-rim ended up spurting every time Seon Juho pulled out and shoved back in, like it was some freakin’ magic trick.
And he came in a fountain more than once. When they soaked not just the sheets but the whole damn mattress, Seon Juho had to use his Darkness ability. With pinpoint control, he managed to remove just the moisture. No way he’d trained that skill just to use it like this… right?
Throughout the whole thing, Seon Juho seemed tormented by pent-up frustration. That’s why Tae-rim couldn’t bring himself to stay mad. Juho had the pheromones of an Alpha, but no womb—his instincts were probably screaming that something was wrong.
From how riled up he was, a Rut or even knotting wouldn’t have been a surprise. Thankfully—or maybe not—neither happened. But from Juho’s perspective, it had to be maddening.
Back at home, Seon Juho kept anxiously watching Tae-rim for any signs of displeasure. Like a guilty puppy that knew it had messed up, he was trembling with worry. Tae-rim let out a long sigh.
If he’d had an Omega’s body, taking it from behind wouldn’t have been such a big deal. But he was a Beta now. For a Beta, that kind of sex wasn’t easy. And yet, that’s how it ended up happening. All because of an Alpha’s raw, animalistic instincts.
The prostate stimulation had felt amazing—almost too much. It got to the point where it hurt. And yet Seon Juho didn’t stop, kept thrusting into the same spot without rest. No wonder Tae-rim ended up bawling his eyes out. His eyes were all swollen, his voice hoarse, and he could barely speak. When he sighed heavily again, Seon Juho blanched and started trembling all over.
“Hyung. Do you hate me now? Did I piss you off? Huh? sob”
His big, round eyes brimmed with tears, about to spill over like fat drops of chicken poop. Kneeling on the floor, Seon Juho fussed over him.
Tae-rim was honestly speechless. He almost wished he could hate him—resent him. But seeing the guy cry like that, he softened again. So, another sigh escaped him. To make things worse, even that look was cute. He had no words left. God, I’m so whipped, he thought.
