This was Choi Suho’s algorithm, but because the soles of his feet were badly injured and he couldn’t do that, he had no choice but to masturbate. Yet Choi Suho, who hadn’t touched himself even once since turning twenty, clenched the edge of the blanket every time he saw his erect cock, his face soaked in shame and humiliation.
Me. I, Choi Suho—reduced to this? Unable to do anything at all? Because of nothing more than an injured foot?
Fuck. If my foot weren’t injured, I’d have already fucked Jang Jisu senseless by now!
A hairline crack began to form in Choi Suho’s arrogant pride. The doctor’s words—that he needed to rest for a few more days—floated through his mind, but he couldn’t endure it any longer.
What? Me? I have to masturbate? When my prey is standing right in front of me, I’m supposed to jerk off or endure it—me, Choi Suho?
“Fuck. Why the hell should I?”
I’m someone who sleeps with recessive Omegas or Alphas because I don’t even like wearing condoms—and now there’s a guy who comes and goes softly for me every morning and evening. When he thought of Jang Jisu’s body, saliva pooled in his mouth as if he were holding a mouthful of lemons.
But only for a moment. When he imagined Jang Jisu looking at him with that gentle smile, the sourness transformed into a warm, sweet flavor, like biting into a macaron.
His face was uncannily perfect for Suho’s taste, and his body—once subdued—had that delicious way of crying out exactly how Suho liked it. It was practically a gift from God. And yet, because of his injured foot, he couldn’t fuck him. Every single day like that was agony. Hell itself.
The most torturous moments were when Jang Jisu knelt at his feet and personally treated the wound on his left foot, placing gauze and wrapping it carefully with bandages. Whether staying in a hotel suite or at home, Choi Suho had never once gone without sex, so he lived practically naked. Wearing clothes was a hassle to him, and he usually just threw on a bathrobe. At the Pyeongchang-dong mansion he no longer visited much, and in the suite, there were rows of luxury bathrobes laid out to be changed daily.
Because of that, he received treatment wearing a bathrobe, and as his legs naturally spread apart, there was no way his erect cock wouldn’t be visible. Jang Jisu treated him with Suho’s injured left foot resting atop his own thigh, which was thicker than most women’s waists, and every time, he made a point of keeping his head lowered as much as possible—to avoid seeing the cock standing tall in front of him.
And Choi Suho, lowering his head deeply under the pretense of focusing on the treatment, became even more aroused at the sight of Jang Jisu’s reddened ears when he wasn’t looking, suffering from increasingly dangerous desires.
If my foot would just heal already……
Before the thought even finished, he tried to grab Jang Jisu’s wrist at least once and make him do it for him instead—but somehow, as if he knew, Jang Jisu always escaped.
The moment Jang Jisu saw the cock bulging obscenely beneath the bathrobe, he would hurriedly finish the treatment and shout, “ P-President! I’ll be going now!” before disappearing in a fluster. Then, staring at his hand left hanging in midair, Choi Suho would curse, “Fuuuck!” and slam the bed repeatedly.
Had I really fallen so low that I’m begging someone just to jerk me off? Me? Choi Suho?
After about two weeks of living like that, with frustration piling up, Choi Suho finally reached his breaking point. He gingerly put weight on his foot—there was only a faint pain, no bleeding. Today, the moment Jang Jisu walked in, he planned to stop holding back and have sex.
Strangely, his body felt even hotter.
It was truly bizarre. He was taking suppressants, so his rut should’ve been under control, yet it felt as though rut was being forcibly dragged out of him.
More than usual, heat burned intensely inside him, desire threatening to explode…
With that disgusting sensation—like he couldn’t go on without touching his cock—Choi Suho frowned, crossed his legs, and sat on the bed, waiting for the bell to ring.
Hurry. Hurry. Jang Jisu, get in here already. Don’t make me do something as disgusting as jerking myself off.
I’m going to shove my dick into your hole and fuck you raw.
“Haaah……!”
Just imagining it drove him crazy with pleasure. The thrill of fucking someone that big and pretty was a top-tier indulgence you couldn’t experience anywhere else. Kim Minju or Do Si-in, for example—
—Suho, ahh……! Suho, haa……!
Fuck! Why the hell does that fucking Omega bastard Do Si-in pop into my head at a time like this again?! That piece of shit’s already finished! He’s probably locked up in a mental hospital right now, going insane!
As Choi Suho spat curses with his thick, handsome brows drawn tight, ding-dong—the bell rang outside.
It was the sound announcing that Jang Jisu, the one he’d been waiting for, had arrived. The instant he heard it, Choi Suho stood up without hesitation. The center of his bathrobe was pitched like a tent, his thick cock blatantly visible beneath the fabric—but he had no intention of hiding it. He planned to overpower Jang Jisu, slam him against the wall, force his pants down, and thrust his dick straight into the exposed hole.
If anything, he wanted to show off his Alpha cock. What kind of expression would Jang Jisu make when he saw another Alpha’s cock? That half-witted bastard would probably stammer, “P-President, p-please don’t!” while trembling in fear, right?
His body trembled finely with exhilaration. As if he had no guilt or shame whatsoever for all the recessive Omegas, dominant Alphas, and recessive Alphas he’d forcibly fucked in this very suite, Choi Suho flung the door open with a bang.
And, as always, he looked with interest at Jang Jisu—who had brought the tonic his father had brewed for him at a famous herbal shop.
“President, I brought the tonic—”
Before the words were even finished, he gulped down the hot tonic in one go. And the moment he set the bowl down on the tray—
“……!”
Thud!
“Ugh!”
Jang Jisu—Ji Haesu—with a caramel candy in his mouth, charged straight at his lips. The tray crashed to the floor with a clatter, but Ji Haesu kicked it away to the opposite side with his foot. In that state, Ji Haesu knocked Choi Suho down onto the floor and, just as expected, kicked the door shut with a loud bang. Then he cupped Choi Suho’s cheeks with both hands, kissed him roughly, shoved the caramel into his mouth, forcibly closed his jaw, and squeezed his cheeks tight.
“Now, our baby Suho. You’ve gotta eat your caramel. Yeah?”
“Chew—! Ngh……!”
He tried to spit it out, but at Ji Haesu’s words—spoken with a chilling smile on a face that had changed as if by sleight of hand—he had no choice but to chew.
“Your dad bought it for you. He bought caramel so our Suho wouldn’t suffer too much from drinking bitter tonic. Are you going to spit it out? Let’s chew well and swallow, okay?”
“Ugh!”
Gripped tightly by Ji Haesu’s large hand clutching his cheek, Choi Suho gagged as he chewed the sticky, sweet caramel and barely managed to swallow it. The moment he did, Ji Haesu’s lips stuck to his again like melted caramel, sucking greedily at his mouth.
“Mmgh! I don’t—!”
“Haa, you don’t like it? You don’t? Hmm?”
Ji Haesu smacked his lips and pushed his tongue into Suho’s mouth. Goosebumps erupted across Choi Suho’s body, and he raised his fist and swung it at Ji Haesu’s face.
Crack!
“Get lost, you fucking bastard! Who the hell are you—!”
He tried to throw another punch, but his fist was caught midair. And at that moment—
Crunch!
“……!”
His wrist bent. A wave of unbearable pain crashed over him. Choi Suho couldn’t even scream—he clutched his twisted wrist, eyes bulging as tears spilled out. As he let out ragged, wheezing sobs—“H-hic, ngh……”—at his now loosely dangling wrist, Ji Haesu smirked and grabbed Suho’s other wrist, lifting it up.
“Ah! Aaaah!”
As pain shot through his armpit and he burst into tears, Ji Haesu covered Suho’s mouth and soothed him softly. “Shh. Shhh.”
Tears clung to Choi Suho’s lashes, but with bloodshot eyes blazing, he glared fiercely at Ji Haesu. The moment Ji Haesu thought he’d calmed down enough to release him, Choi Suho bit down hard on the palm of his hand.
“Ghhk!”
Caught off guard, Ji Haesu had been bitten so hard that blood ran down the corner of Choi Suho’s mouth. Choi Suho spat—ptoo!—and coughed up the chunk of flesh caught between his teeth.
Unable to suppress the surge of rage, Ji Haesu looked at his palm—torn open deep enough to expose the dermis—and punched Choi Suho square in the cheek.
Wham!
“You trash piece of shit!”
“Khk!”
For the first time in his life, being struck directly across the face, Choi Suho was left stunned, his head ringing so badly he couldn’t even turn it properly. Blood streamed down his cheek, and he neither swallowed it nor spat it out—he just stared blankly as it flowed.
I got hit? I lost? Just now?
“You’re fucked, Suho.”
His head buzzed as if bees were swarming inside his ears, and his cheek was numb beyond sensation. Even so, the words You’re fucked, Suho stabbed straight into his ears.
In that instant, Choi Suho snapped back to himself and clenched his fist, trying to strike Ji Haesu—but his left fist was mercilessly blocked as well.
“Want your wrist snapped again, Suho?”
“Don’t you dare say my name so casually!”
Every time Choi Suho’s trembling fist pushed forward, trying to hit him, Ji Haesu tightened his grip and pressed it down. Seizing that moment, Suho tried to drive his knee into Ji Haesu’s groin—but Ji Haesu suddenly dropped his weight and plopped down onto Suho’s thigh.
“Guhk!”
“Hm.”
Nearly two meters tall, with a body that surely weighed over 100 kilograms—despite both being dominant Alphas, Ji Haesu’s sheer size was on another level. When he crushed Choi Suho beneath his mass, Suho couldn’t resist at all, like he’d become an Omega. That alone made him hesitate, even as he tried to fight back.
“Aaah!”
As if it weren’t enough to pin him down with his bear-like bulk, Ji Haesu grabbed Choi Suho’s right wrist—the one he’d already snapped without mercy.
“Did you forget about this broken wrist? Hm? Want me to wreck your left one too, Suho?”
“Fuck! You think I’m just going to let you get away with this?!”
Wracked by pain shooting up from his right wrist and the beast-like body crushing him down, Choi Suho struggled desperately—but his pride wouldn’t allow him to submit so easily, and he shouted back wildly. His voice was so loud it carried faintly from the suite entrance all the way outside the door.
Thinking that a few passing staff members might hear the fight between Choi Suho and Ji Haesu, Ji Haesu frowned—then smiled. And then, he slammed the left hand he’d been holding straight down against the floor with a loud bang.
