The smell of burning flesh filled the air. But Kim Minju couldn’t even scream in pain—he bit down on his lip and endured it. No matter how soundproof the room was, no matter that smoking was allowed here, if he irritated Choi Suho—the man who would soon own this room, no, this entire hotel—it wouldn’t end with just a torn hole and bleeding.
“Did you do something wrong?”
With a cigarette clenched between his lips, his words slurred as if crushed, Suho asked. At some point, Kim Minju had fallen to his knees in humiliation, hands clasped together as he begged. He nodded repeatedly, apologizing, “Y-yes, I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’m really sorry.” As he spoke, Suho’s gaze drifted backward. He frowned slightly, then flicked the cigarette butt right into the middle of the vomit and muttered,
“Fuck, leaking out the front and bleeding out the back. Is that ‘cause you’re recessive?”
Ah… I don’t want to cry. But the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes were unavoidable. Kim Minju was a recessive Omega. And Choi Suho was a Dominant Alpha who deliberately only slept with recessive Omegas—ones with a low chance of pregnancy even if he knotted them. Using condoms ruined the feeling, after all. Purely a matter of his preference.
“….”
Kim Minju stayed silent, biting back tears. Suho propped his elbow on his own knee—so pale it carried a faint pink tint—rested his chin in his hand, and watched him quietly before curving his lips into a gentle smile.
“Hey. You know this is my hotel, right?”
“Y-yes? Huh?”
“It’s a hotel my dad gave me as a birthday present. And you—fuck—you, a recessive, dare dirty it? Fuck! Fuuuck!”
With a grunt, Suho pushed himself upright. Then, without hesitation, he shoved Kim Minju’s face straight down into the vomit where the cigarette butt lay.
“Eat it. Lick it all up with your own mouth.”
“Mmgh…!”
Bracing himself on the floor with both hands, Kim Minju trembled violently, soaked in humiliation.
If I could kill you…!
As Kim Minju shook with disgrace, Suho pressed his head down harder with his foot, his face damp with a cold sheen as he enunciated each word clearly.
“Everything that leaked out of your ass—lick that up too. Clean it spotless, Kim Mintae.”
Ah… if only he could really do it, he wanted to kill him. But Kim Minju had no social power, no status, no courage, no will to do such a thing.
“Why aren’t you licking? Want to get fired instead? Want to get kicked out of Free Enterprise and end up at some shit-tier company? How big do you think the salary gap is?”
Kim Minju was just one ant among countless others who had barely managed to get into Free Enterprise. Even if Choi Suho stomped on him, crushed him, and ordered him to eat vomit, it wasn’t something society would condemn.
That reality made Kim Minju feel endlessly small and pathetic.
They were both twenty-eight, yet their positions and actions were worlds apart. Tears streamed down Kim Minju’s face as he tried to stick out his tongue.
Then…
A knock sounded from outside the room.
“President Choi, your room service has arrived.”
The voice came from beyond the door, low and velvety, resonant in a way that sank deep. Even though they were the same gender, the rich baritone sent a chill down the spine, making one instinctively turn around. Kim Minju let out a hiccupping sob and shifted his gaze, eyes trembling.
Please. Please don’t leave—come in here and help me.
As if reading his thoughts, Suho pressed down harder on Minju’s head, immobilizing him, and spoke. In this XX Hotel, his habit of speaking however he pleased was especially vicious.
“Get lost. I don’t feel like eating.”
“But Chairman Jang specifically instructed us to make sure you take the herbal tonic—”
“My dad did?”
At the mention of Chairman Jang Yuguk, Suho instantly softened. His eyes sparkled like a child’s, a bright smile spreading across his lips, as if he were a kid visiting an amusement park for the first time. He lifted his foot off Kim Minju’s head at once, slipped on the bathrobe hanging by the room door, and opened it.
In that instant, Suho frowned as an intense wave of dominant Alpha pheromones slammed straight into his nasal passages. Such powerful dominant Alpha pheromones… Usually, hotel guests—dominant Alphas, dominant Omegas, or occasionally recessive Omegas—used perfume to suppress their scent so as not to flaunt their pheromones.
“You…”
Still excited over the mention of the tonic his father had sent, Suho had flung the door open without thinking. As he went to check the other person’s face, his expression froze. Standing at around 185 cm, Suho was used to looking down at people.
But now—he had to look up.
For the first time in his life, Choi Suho tasted something called humiliation, his face twisting slightly.
“You…”
Yet the moment their eyes met, the strength drained from Suho’s gaze, a faint smile slowly spreading across his lips. The employee delivering the room service looked flustered by the sudden shift in expression from the infamous, foul-tempered illegitimate son of Jang Yuguk. Gripping the handle of the service cart tightly with his massive hands, he bowed his head even lower.
Brown hair slicked back to reveal a rounded forehead. Thick eyebrows, neatly straight. A prominent brow ridge giving structure to his face. Beneath it, dense eyelashes packed so tightly there wasn’t a gap in sight…
And within them, light brown eyes, close to amber, shimmering as if something unsettled stirred inside.
Everything about him was flawlessly beautiful.
“I-I’m sorry, President.”
The employee’s cheeks—where his cheekbones jutted slightly—flushed red. Suho murmured, “Hm?” in response, but the employee fidgeted, turning his head to the side. Normally, Suho would’ve flown into a rage and fired him on the spot for such a minor mistake—but this time, not even a hint of that urge surfaced.
No—rather…
Covering his mouth, Suho slowly looked the employee up and down with an intrigued gaze, then crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. His pheromones were still unmasked, and a gentle smile—one of magnanimous forgiveness toward an employee who had made an immature mistake—rested on his lips.
“It’s fine. Just leave the room service there and go.”
“Pardon? But I was told to clean up the trash inside as well—”
He said “trash” precisely, while trying to tuck his orca-like bulk inward as much as possible, gauging Suho’s mood. It was oddly cute. Feeling awkward as the erection he’d maintained under the bathrobe grew even harder, Suho crossed his left leg over his right and pressed down subtly as he spoke.
“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it myself. What was your name again…”
Suho suddenly reached out and grabbed the name tag pinned to the man’s left chest. At that moment, the color in Suho’s smile deepened.
“Your name’s Jang Jisu? Jisu… That’s pretty.”
The giant man—nearly two meters tall—called Jang Jisu turned pale as if he’d seen a ghost and dropped to his knees with a thud. Used to being looked up at by others, Suho smiled darkly and spoke in a leisurely tone.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Anyone watching would think I’m about to eat you.”
“I-I’m sorry, President!”
Jang Jisu pressed both hands and his forehead to the floor in apology. Watching that massive back trembling as it bowed low, pleasure flickered in Suho’s eyes.
How good would it feel to have something that big and pretty crushed under me?
When he’d pretended to check the name tag earlier, he’d brushed Jisu’s chest lightly—those pectoral muscles were no joke. So full they’d need underwear like a woman’s, proof that this guy didn’t half-ass his workouts. Would they fit in his hands? Watching the man trembling beneath him, saliva pooled in Suho’s mouth, impossible to suppress.
“No, it’s fine. Go on in.”
Forcing his lust down, Suho spoke gently.
“R-really?”
The employee lifted his head in disbelief. Must be new to hotel work. No wonder—sending someone exactly his type to this suite… They knew. Completely his taste. A sleeping beauty, unaware he’d already been marked as prey. Smiling brightly at Jang Jisu, Suho said,
“You don’t need to worry about room service or trash disposal inside. Just go.”
A smile spread across Jang Jisu’s face as if pressed on by a warm iron. He stood awkwardly and bowed.
“Th-thank you, President.”
Leaving the cart behind, he walked away with disciplined steps. Even so—his gait was clean, not bad at all. His posture straight, his back held firm…
Hngh, P-President…! It hurts! It hurts, President…!
Ha. A pretty face, better body than mine, and taller too? That’s practically a divine command to fuck him by force. The staff managing this suite had clearly sent Jang Jisu up on purpose. No doubt he was a poor bastard who’d come here to make big money, with nothing to his name. No aftermath to worry about.
Watching Jang Jisu descend the stairs with the gaze of someone appraising a delicious meal, Suho picked up the herbal tonic and caramel from the cart and went back inside.
“Hhk… hngh…”
Having seen a face perfectly suited to his taste, Suho’s good mood vanished in an instant.
“Fuck, why are you crying like that?”
“Y-you said trash… H-how could you call a person t-trash, tell me to clean—”
For the first time, Kim Minju lifted his head and resisted.
“How could you…!”
Gulp. Gulp.
Suho didn’t even pretend to listen. He drank the herbal tonic his father Jang Yuguk had sent. Grimacing, but not leaving a single drop, he wiped the bowl clean and set it on the minibar. Then he ate every last piece of the peanut caramel he used to have as a child, neatly folding the wrapper afterward.
Then, passing by Kim Minju—who had become nothing but “trash”—he entered the main room of the suite and said coldly,
“So what? You think that makes you something?”
“I’m…”
Suho loosened the bathrobe that had been tightly fastened. Seeing the massive Alpha cock that had brutally impaled him, Kim Minju flinched, dropping both hands to the floor as he trembled in small, broken shakes. Just looking at it made the pain surge back into his torn ass, as vivid as ever.
