There was never a moment where getting pregnant made their daily life turn sweet like newlyweds, or where a couple who hadn’t wanted a child suddenly grew affectionate once one appeared. Nothing like that ever happened. Instead, the rough sex only grew rougher and more frequent, to the point that Choi Suho’s mind slowly drifted away from the thought of I have to escape no matter what. To be precise, it was more accurate to say his body and mind had been pushed so far to their limits that he no longer had the capacity to run.
Before, it hadn’t gone on to the point where a person’s sanity was completely ground down. Now it came without regard for morning, noon, or night. At its worst, there had even been a time when he was fucked from behind while eating, bent over like a dog with food in his mouth.
Ji Haesu had been happy when he found out about the pregnancy—so when Choi Suho began refusing him, he threw himself into sex as if he’d decided, in all seriousness, to make him miscarry.
“Uh—ngh…!”
Thud!
“Tighten more. You don’t want the kid anyway, right? Huh?”
“Ahk!”
Sitting on Ji Haesu’s thigh, Choi Suho clutched his own chain and pulled downward. With the force of Ji Haesu’s thigh slamming up into him, a sharp, throbbing pain shot deep into his abdomen. They’d been having such excessive, nonstop sex that he was chafed and swollen down there—so much so that even the slightest brush against the head made him want to scream.
“It hurts? Want me to stop? Then say stop.”
“Ngh!”
Ji Haesu yanked the chain toward himself, forcing Choi Suho’s head to turn that way. If he said stop, it would stop. But Choi Suho only squeezed his eyes shut and collapsed forward over Ji Haesu, panting harshly—he never said the word.
It was as if his pride had stuck to his lips and wouldn’t come off. No one was looking for him anymore anyway. No one loved him. If even he abandons himself now, then that’s it.
“I told you to say stop.”
Thud!
The instant Ji Haesu slammed his thigh up hard, Choi Suho’s pupils dilated and his body began to tremble violently. The head pressed down exactly on the spot that made him feel it, and he couldn’t even make a sound as he clutched at Ji Haesu, twitching uncontrollably. Ji Haesu let out a low groan—“Khut”—and wrapped both arms around him, groping at the hole swallowing him whole. The completely swollen entrance stretched thin like fragile paper, clamping down so tightly it even strangled the veins of his cock as it swallowed.
What would happen if I added just one more finger here? Would he finally say stop? With that curiosity in mind, Ji Haesu felt around the entrance, searching for a chance to slip in his index finger—
Thud!
Suddenly, Ji Haesu’s right cheek snapped to the side with a dull jolt of pain.
“Are you fucking desperate to kill someone through their asshole, you fucking bastard?! Even if you don’t pull this shit, it’s already—agh!”
Realizing Ji Haesu was about to shove another finger inside him, Choi Suho had punched him square in the face. Ji Haesu, his eyes half unfocused, grabbed Choi Suho by the throat and threw him down onto the bed. He raised his other fist—
—but when he saw Choi Suho squeezing his eyes shut, waiting for the blow, he kept his fist clenched and let it drop.
When no punch came, Choi Suho cautiously opened his eyes. Ji Haesu was clenching and unclenching his fist… and smiling. One side of his face was red from the hit, his lip split and bleeding. He licked his own blood off with his tongue and spoke.
“I told you not to mess up my pretty face.”
Choi Suho’s expression crumpled like a sheet of paper being crushed.
Fuck. If I hadn’t been drawn in by this bastard’s pretty face, things never would’ve come this far.
But even now, whether he looked closely or just at a glance, it was exactly his type of pretty face. Realizing he probably would’ve approached Ji Haesu anyway made his stomach burn.
Either way, it was a ruined life. So this was it.
“Oh, right, Suho. There’s something I want to ask you.”
“What.”
His upper body rocked up and down. He winced as Ji Haesu slammed up into him again.
“F-fuck, go a little—gently…!”
“That’s how you’ll miscarry. You like carrying my kid or what?”
“It’s fucking disgusting!”
“Ah! Aah!” Choi Suho screamed. The fact that he’d become an Omega carrying Ji Haesu’s child was so fucking disgusting and revolting that he wanted to tear his own hair out.
If there were a god, it felt like he’d been thrown all the way down to the very edge of hell. It even felt like that god was laughing from up above, telling him to try crawling back up from the bottom.
“Disgusting, fuck! Having sex with you is disgusting enough—now a kid on top of that? I’m the one who wants to get rid of this parasite!”
Thud! Thud!
Clenching his fist, Choi Suho punched his own stomach. Ji Haesu grabbed his wrist and yanked it up over his head—
“Ah—ngh!”
Squish, squish, thud!
Unlike before, Ji Haesu started pistoning hard, moving his hips like a pestle pounding. It was the kind of thrusting that made it feel like, if things went just a little wrong, the child inside might actually be lost.
“Ha… I got you pregnant with my cock, so it makes sense to get rid of it with my cock.”
“Hah—ngh!”
“Ah, seriously. The fact that this body has a uterus is such a turn-on, Suho.”
Grinning with his teeth showing, Ji Haesu lifted Choi Suho’s hips slightly and then slammed straight down from above. Choi Suho’s eyes flew wide open, his mouth falling agape. Unswallowed saliva spilled out in a gush, trailing down from the corner of his lips. When he started coughing and turned his head aside, even more saliva poured out. Watching that, Ji Haesu brushed Choi Suho’s hair back and rubbed the head of his cock slowly—deliberately—against the side where his cervix was, murmuring,
“When you puke like that, it really looks like morning sickness from being pregnant.”
“Bullshit. Fucking—!”
“Don’t worry, Suho.”
“Nggh!”
Ji Haesu pulled out all the way, then slammed back in hard. Vibrations rippled through his body, making him shake. As every fold of his inner walls stretched smooth and the cock felt like it was about to drill straight into his sweet spot and cervix, Choi Suho threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears streamed down from his tightly closed lids.
“I’ll make sure you miscarry properly.”
Ji Haesu grabbed Choi Suho by the throat, yanked him close, and kissed him.
“Ah, no—!”
He hated kissing. From their very first encounter and everything after, Ji Haesu had been focused solely on raping him—yet at some point, he’d started kissing him in the middle of sex. And he hated himself for the way that, even as it repulsed him, he also began to feel a strange sense of stability in it.
This is all because I became an Omega. Because I became an Omega…
Thump, thump.
But just because he was an Omega—did his heart really have to race while kissing?
At that moment, Choi Suho realized something was seriously wrong and tried to push Ji Haesu’s face away.
“Mmph! No—ah…!”
But the more he pushed, the more Ji Haesu clung to him, crashing their lips together, sucking, groping at Choi Suho’s chest. Where his hand rested—thump, thump, thump—was right over his pounding heart. Stroking that precious place over and over, as if cherishing it, Ji Haesu finally pulled his lips away from the now-stilled Choi Suho and whispered,
“Do you really hate it?”
“Haa…”
The moment their lips parted, Choi Suho sucked in the air he’d been missing and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, overwhelmed by the same confusion he’d felt countless times before.
But Ji Haesu gently moved that hand aside, interlaced their fingers, and pressed him down into the bed—
“Did you really hate it? All this time?”
he asked in a tender voice.
Choi Suho’s eyes wavered, darting around in disarray. Naturally looking down at him from above, Ji Haesu smiled softly, the corners of his eyes gentle as he spoke.
“You know it now, don’t you? That the only person who’ll love you, kiss you, and cherish you… is me.”
“……”
“If you really hated me, would this have happened while we were kissing?”
His other hand touched not between Choi Suho’s legs, but the cock twitching against his lower abdomen.
“Fuck—my ass was being stimulated, so…”
“No. I mean you came.”
“……!”
Choi Suho’s eyes widened.
“You can only come if we kiss now. Got it?”
“That’s because I became an Omega and you keep stimulating me from behind!”
Blushing, Choi Suho stammered his words—and Ji Haesu burst out laughing.
“Really? You used to hold back as much as possible so you wouldn’t come. But now it’s different. I stick it in you from behind and kiss you, and you relax enough to come. On top of me.”
“No!”
Choi Suho shouted, almost screaming.
“That can’t be true!”
Without stopping, Ji Haesu strode toward the Choi Suho who was trying to cover his ears and run, grabbed his wrists, pulled them away, and said,
“I watched you on CCTV—how you couldn’t sleep and ended up with insomnia.”
“……”
Choi Suho’s expression went blank. This bastard… he watched everything while keeping me locked up?
“But ever since I came, you sleep well after sex, curled up in my arms. Do you know what that means?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m exhausted after sex, worn out! The alphas and omegas I held before were the same!”
When u guys gonna release ep?
i think next friday even though it was supposed to be released last friday
The day has arrived, and they haven’t published anything.