“The alphas and omegas you held probably passed out when they slept. With the way you strangled them, how could they not? You know it too—you’ve been through it with me like a madman. When you pass out from being choked. When you pass out after sex. And when you fall asleep in my arms. They all feel different.”
“So what are you trying to say?”
Still held by the wrist, Choi Suho closed his eyes and turned his head away.
“You just have to admit that you’re relying on me.”
Choi Suho’s eyes snapped open.
“Just admit that I’m all you have now. Then it’s simple—”
Thud!
Choi Suho swung his fist with all his strength and smashed it into Ji Haesu’s face. Staggering from the blow, Ji Haesu immediately pinned Choi Suho’s neck down with his forearm and raised his fist high. His expression had changed so violently it was like he’d put on a different face the instant he was hit. Choi Suho braced himself for the punch—
—but it never came.
Sensing something was off, he slowly opened his eyes. Ji Haesu’s fist was still frozen in midair.
And he was grinning.
“I told you I don’t mind you hitting me elsewhere, but not my pretty face, Suho.”
“Ha. Bullshit.”
Choi Suho spat out the curse with a scowl. Ji Haesu snorted with a quiet laugh, watched Choi Suho coughing as his Adam’s apple had been crushed under the forearm, then finally pulled it away. Freed at last, Choi Suho turned his head to the side, clutching his throat as he hacked out the rest of his coughs.
What’s wrong with him? This is weird. Normally, he would’ve beaten me half to death by now—so why is he acting like a completely different person all of a sudden?
As Choi Suho struggled to hide his confusion and read the room, Ji Haesu let out a grunt, still buried inside him, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him upright to sit him on his thigh. From below to above, the huge, baguette-shaped cock forced its way into his soft insides, making it feel as if his organs were being shoved upward. Choi Suho clung to Ji Haesu and rested his forehead against his shoulder.
“D-don’t move.”
“Okay.”
Haa, haa—tears streamed down Choi Suho’s flushed cheeks as he tightened below. Ji Haesu, who had always only ever forced him into violent sex, slowly felt around the entrance gripping him hard. When he touched the smooth opening stretched perfectly flat without a single wrinkle, Choi Suho flinched, eyes flying wide.
“N-no—no fingers! Don’t put them in—! Mm…”
The moment Choi Suho opened his mouth, Ji Haesu grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him, lifting his hips in shallow thrusts. It was sex that felt like warm water slowly flooding in—something Choi Suho had never experienced before. He clutched at Ji Haesu’s neck, completely at a loss. He looked like he might push him away, but then—like ice cream left under the blazing sun—he began to melt helplessly under the pheromones pouring off Ji Haesu.
He wasn’t even dominant—he was recessive, so it was probably even worse. And on top of that, the pheromones of an Alpha in love were especially effective on their partner—sweet like honey and addictive like a drug.
“Mmm…”
Exposed to the pheromones Ji Haesu had clearly decided to release in earnest, Choi Suho’s eyes began to unfocus, like a broken marionette.
—Ah, Suho. Your pheromones are so good. More pheromones…
—No. If you release pheromones, I tighten too much. I get too loose.
—Ah…
“Ah… ah…”
In the haze of pleasure, a conversation he’d once had with Do Si-in flashed through Choi Suho’s mind—but it didn’t last long. With shallow, rapid thrusts aimed only at that one spot, Choi Suho let out crushed moans—“Hngh, mm! Ahh!”—burying his face into Ji Haesu’s shoulder and rocking helplessly with each movement. He completely collapsed into pleasure.
Ji Haesu, too, began to reach the peak of his arousal after catching the faint pheromones Choi Suho released when he let his guard down. He pressed his overheated face into the back of Choi Suho’s neck, breathing in deeply—“Hngh… mm”—drunk on his pheromones. He’d never once cared about Omega pheromones before, but so this was how good they could be.
Every time Choi Suho’s carotid artery throbbed—thump, thump, thump—it felt like rolling around in heaven. No, not even heaven could feel this good.
“Haa…”
“Ah—no, don’t knot!”
“I’m not knotting.”
“No—you are! My stomach—my stomach… it hurts. It’s getting bigger—!”
Breathing in the pheromones of the Omega he loved had naturally led to knotting. In other words, Ji Haesu was now in a full rut—unable to control either his knot or the pheromones flooding out of him.
“Ngh—you’re weird! Stop, stop…! It really hurts, you bastard! You can’t just—without warning…! Hey, your eyes are fucked!”
Forcibly turned recessive but once an Alpha, Choi Suho cursed desperately at the sight of Ji Haesu—eyes completely unfocused, half-feral. No wonder something felt off. This was it.
“Where’s your inhibitor? Ji Haesu!”
“Inhibitor?”
“Hurry—take your inhibitor—ngh!”
When he tried to lift his body, the knot lodged inside him like a nail, preventing him from sitting up. And as if Ji Haesu thought he was trying to run, he crushed him down with his upper body and slammed up into him again, still knotted. At the spot where his cervix was, the head—swollen larger than a fist—made it feel like all his organs had been violently rearranged. His insides felt so wrecked he couldn’t even make a sound. He pressed both hands against Ji Haesu’s stomach, begging him to pull out—but instead, Ji Haesu grabbed both his wrists, pinned them down, and thrust harder.
Thud!
“……!”
Choi Suho’s eyes flew open as saliva poured out of his mouth in a gush. Haa, haa—Ji Haesu gasped for breath and said,
“I think I’ve gotten a little weird.”
He dragged out the end of his sentence, giggling. Choi Suho weakly twitched his fingers, tilting his head back and shaking it side to side. He couldn’t even say no anymore—only express it with his body. He struggled desperately, signaling that he couldn’t take any more, but the sight of his cool white skin flushed pale pink and trembling sweetly only made Ji Haesu’s mouth fill with saliva, like hunger blooming.
“Suho… you’re really pretty.”
“Haa—ugh—i-inhibitor! I-if anyone’s there, p-please—an inhibitor…! Ji Haesu, take your inhibitor! Take it!”
Choi Suho clung to him, crying and begging.
“You’re in rut right now!”
“It feels good when you call me ‘you,’ huh?”
Ji Haesu said it with a vacant grin, like someone drugged. Choi Suho swallowed his pride, tears pooling in his eyes, and begged again.
“H-Haesu hyung… p-please. Let’s take the inhibitor. Okay?”
Hyung.
The instant he heard that word, Ji Haesu began slamming his hips down like a horse with its reins cut loose—thud, thud. The mattress let out a shrill screech and finally tilted halfway. Unable to withstand Ji Haesu’s violent movements and their combined weight, it collapsed.
“Ah! Aah! Ngh!”
Thud! Squelch!!
From above to below—the swollen head caught precariously at the stretched entrance before plunging back in with a wet shove. Choi Suho’s eyes rolled back as his body spasmed violently. With the sensation of all his organs being pulled to one side, he couldn’t hold it back anymore and started retching up thin fluid. Saliva streamed down the corners of his mouth.
I—I think I’m going to die…
“Haa—ugh—n-no!”
Shaking his head weakly, Choi Suho grabbed Ji Haesu’s forearm as hard as he could. If he didn’t cling to something, it felt like his body would collapse just like the half-tilted mattress. He latched onto Ji Haesu’s arm like a pillar. Panting harshly, tears clinging to his lashes, he looked up at Ji Haesu—
—and Ji Haesu, still knotted inside him, had gone still, blinking with a dazed expression.
“I took my inhibitor.”
“W-what?”
Choi Suho asked in shock.
“You took it… and you’re still like this?”
“Yeah. I never forget to take it…”
Murmuring that, Ji Haesu stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if savoring the lingering taste of the inhibitor.
“But it seems I still go into rut when I smell pheromones from a recessive like you.”
Barely holding out against Ji Haesu’s rut, Choi Suho spat out a curse through clenched teeth.
“You fucking bastard…!”
Ji Haesu tilted his head back, blinking vacantly for a moment.
“If this isn’t love…”
He lowered his head and stared at Choi Suho so intently it was frightening as he said,
“Then what is it, Choi Suho?”
Choi Suho felt it instinctively.
I really have to escape from here.
