“What they want—including Do Si-in—is for you to be completely fucked, Suho. For your life to be utterly ruined, just as brutally as what they suffered.”
“Fuuuck! Why the hell do I have to be ruined?!”
“Because that’s what my client wants.”
“Do Si-in, you fucking bastard! I won’t let this go! Do you know how much I cherished you, how much I loved you?!”
Only after being driven to the edge of a cliff did he realize what love was. Choi Suho screamed hoarsely until the veins in his neck bulged, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes as they spilled over. It felt as though Do Si-in’s apparition stood right before him.
If I apologized now… if I said I was wrong, that I was sorry, that I loved you again—
Would you love me back?
“……!”
But the apparition scattered into nothing, as if mocking him. Choi Suho’s pupils dilated in agony.
“Wake up, Choi Suho. There’s no one left who’ll forgive you, no one who’ll love you—except your father.”
Ah, it hurts so much. At last, Choi Suho grabbed onto the hotel bed with his uninjured left hand as the glans forced its way inside him. The veins on the back of his hand bulged grotesquely as he endured the pain. His exposed cheek—the one that had been punched—began swelling with a deep red bruise. Blood smeared his lips as they twisted, muffled groans—“khk, kkh”—being swallowed back down.
He bowed his head low, rubbing his forehead into the blankets, choking back the moans—ahk, uhk, ahk—that burst out as his rear was split open, stubborn pride still clinging on even now.
Thrust!
“Ahh—!”
“Haa…!”
Heavy testicles slapped wetly against Choi Suho’s ass. It was buried so deep that even the base and pubic hair pressed flush against him. Ji Haesu had forced his way in with brute strength—his cock as thick and long as an unyielding baguette—tearing through an entrance that resisted even when loosened. Blood trickled down along the stretched opening.
The tender hole had torn.
“How does it feel to be split open exactly to your taste?”
“……”
He asked, but there was no reply. As Ji Haesu lay down with his cock pressed deep inside, Choi Suho’s body trembled violently.
“Ugh—”
The whites of his eyes rolled back as he shook, stomach acid spilling from lips already crusted with drying blood.
It was too big—far too big. His body couldn’t handle it, and he retched.
But Ji Haesu didn’t show mercy. He pried Choi Suho’s eyelids open to check his eyes. His pupils were unfocused. Shining his phone’s light into them, he checked the reaction.
He was conscious.
“U-uhhh…”
Smack.
“Ugh!”
Ji Haesu slapped the already bruised cheek with his palm, clicking his tongue.
“You should’ve lived a little less horribly.”
Muttering that, Ji Haesu picked up his phone, twisted Choi Suho’s left arm off the bed, and pinned it behind his back. As his shoulder wrenched painfully, Choi Suho began to regain awareness, screaming in agony—
“Aaaagh! Stop— stoop—!”
“Shh. Wait.”
Ji Haesu enjoyed the sensation of Choi Suho’s inner walls clenching tightly around him just enough, then lifted his phone and silently recorded the scene. As per the client’s instructions, he had to document the entire process and send it over. Of course, each step came with its own fee.
[First request completed successfully.]
He sent the footage of Choi Suho being penetrated straight to Do Si-in. As if he’d been waiting for nothing else, a reply came immediately.
[Thank you. Please proceed with the second request as well.]
[Transformation into a recessive Omega will take some time. Please be patient.]
[Understood.]
“Fuck, stop already! You’ve done enough!”
Not knowing what Ji Haesu was doing, Choi Suho screamed with the bare minimum of pleading as Ji Haesu remained motionless inside him.
“I’ll deal with Do Si-in separately— ngh!”
“That’s already over. Why are you so completely lacking in self-awareness? And I told you—don’t talk down to me.”
Ji Haesu’s tone, which had been almost gentle before, turned vicious when it came to informal speech. Sensing how genuinely angry he was about it, Choi Suho found himself even less inclined to use honorifics.
“Why the fuck should I speak politely to you?! Agh!”
Shove— slam!
“D-don’t move! It hurts!”
“It’s not ‘it hurts.’ It’s ‘it hurts sir.’ And call me Haesu hyung.”
Ji Haesu moved the cock lodged in Choi Suho’s ass just slightly, then drove it in again—thud, thud—like hammering in a nail. There was no lubricant at all. Even the smallest movement made the dry inner walls feel like they’d tear apart. Heat surged through Choi Suho’s entire body, his head going blank.
For the first time in his life, the pain of being brutally penetrated from behind made his lips tremble uncontrollably, and pleas spilled out on their own.
“H-hold on… don’t… don’t do this. It hurts, it hurts…”
“All of your victims probably begged just like that.”
“Hngh! I—I’ll apologize! I’ll apologize!”
He had no intention of apologizing. He’d kill Do Si-in for doing this to him, and he’d get revenge on every other victim too. Grinding his teeth with that filthy resolve, Choi Suho didn’t notice Ji Haesu slowly rolling his hips, widening the hole for his own comfort as he muttered,
“As if trash like you could really change overnight.”
“Gah! Ah!”
“When this is over, you’re going to kill Do Si-in, right?”
Had he read his mind? Choi Suho flinched, and his inner walls spasmed with him, trembling violently. Feeling that shudder ripple along his cock, Ji Haesu leaned his heavy upper body against Choi Suho’s back and let out a satisfied moan.
“Hmmm…”
“You’re heavy, you fucking bastard!”
Choi Suho hurled curses, recoiling in disgust at even the slightest contact. Ji Haesu found that reaction adorable and chuckled, sucking and smacking at Choi Suho’s earlobe. But Choi Suho’s body, rigid with pain, refused to relax.
Instead, goosebumps erupted all over him, so intense it felt like he might die. Whimpering moans slipped from his mouth, and without realizing it, he sobbed,
“I don’t want this… I don’t want this…”
“You don’t want it?”
Ji Haesu spat out his earlobe and asked. Choi Suho turned tear-filled eyes toward him and shouted,
“Fuck— then if it were you—! Agh!”
Crash!
“Haah— ngh!”
The cock that was already buried deep thrust in even further, flattening the testicles as it forced its way inside. The sensation of his organs being shoved upward made violent retching surge up his throat, leaving him unable even to scream.
“Right now, you—”
“Aaaah!”
The cock pulled out in one long drag. Every ridge and vein scraped blatantly along his fragile inner walls, the sensation unbearably vivid. When the glans tore its way out, stretching the entrance wide open, he couldn’t breathe.
Curling his shoulders in, left arm stretched out gripping the blankets, he trembled violently, gasping shallow breaths as tears welled up.
What did I do to deserve this? Didn’t I pay the price? I paid them money! Everyone was happy when they took my money—so why is this happening now?!
He’d lived with Do Si-in for three years—he’d given him hundreds of millions. Do Si-in was the one who refused the deed to the mansion in Pyeongchang-dong.
Instead, since he didn’t take the mansion, I bought him a good house so he could take care of his old father—
In that instant, something seemed to click. Choi Suho’s body stiffened. The hole that had been gaping wide slowly began to contract, the stretched entrance tightening before their eyes.
Ji Haesu, who had been taking photos to show Do Si-in that Choi Suho had been thoroughly opened, set his phone down beside him. With his left hand, he wiped the blood lightly smeared on his glans, then pressed it firmly back against Choi Suho’s hole, which was trying to return to normal.
“Ah— ah! It hurts! It hurts…! It huuurts!”
“Shut up. What if someone hears you?”
Ji Haesu easily pinned the back of Choi Suho’s head with one hand and shoved his cock back inside. Choi Suho’s body locked up, curling inward like a delicate mimosa, shaking uncontrollably. The trembling spread inward as well. Ji Haesu frowned, then closed his eyes and smiled.
“Huff… hnnn…!”
“Haa!”
Now that it’d been sent to the client, this was my world.
“Suho-ya.”
“Hnghh…”
Looking at how only half of his cock was inside, Ji Haesu spoke without a hint of sympathy.
“Think of it all as your karma.”
When Ji Haesu slammed his cock all the way inside, Choi Suho’s eyes rolled halfway back as his body convulsed. Sweeping aside Choi Suho’s sweat-soaked bangs to reveal his handsome forehead, Ji Haesu whispered,
“That’s what you get for living like trash.”
