Part 3. The First Task Successfully Completed (2)
Puhk! Thud!
“Hoo—! Ngh—!”
Creak, creak!
“Hoo… ah!”
“Ahh! Ngh!”
Two large-built men were locked in a violent clash on top of the bed. Calling this sex almost felt wrong—the act of pinning one person down was closer to mounting, an assertion of dominance that forced the other beneath one’s rank. In fact, from the hips of the man crushed underneath—clutching the blanket and biting down on it between his teeth—semen mixed with blood was streaming out of a torn hole, dripping down relentlessly. The man thrusting from above didn’t seem to care at all, slamming into him again and again despite the wet, obscene slapping and creaking sounds.
And the man being fucked from below, as if refusing to lose, shoved the blanket deeper into his mouth, bowed his head, and endured the massive cock forcing its way inside him, his body jerking with each ugh, ugh.
How many times has he come now? Fuck, what is he, a goddamn stud horse? At least put on a condom—!!
Unconsciously thinking about how much he hated the thick, sticky feeling of semen pooling inside his inner walls, Choi Suho suddenly froze.
—Please, at least use a condom, Suho.
—Why bother with a condom? It’s not like you can get pregnant anyway.
Words he’d once said to Do Si-in resurfaced from beneath the surface of his mind, floating up one by one like buoys. The sensation was indescribably fucking awful. Chewing hard on the blood-soaked blanket, Suho stared into the void with half-unfocused eyes, turning over the same thought again and again: Why me? Why do I have to end up like this?
“Don’t think about anything else, Suho.”
Thud!
“Hngh!”
But it only lasted a moment. As the club-like cock relentlessly burrowed into his torn hole, stirring him up from the inside, Choi Suho instinctively reached his left hand back, pushing against Ji Haesu’s stomach as his body trembled violently.
“S-Stop. Stop! H-He’s—haven’t you done enough already?!”
Spitting out the sheet soaked in saliva and blood, he found himself gasping for air, huff, huff, without meaning to. He’d already been filled with semen so many times he’d lost count, and his inner walls were completely ruined.
His foot had only just healed enough that he could go to work tomorrow, but in this condition… tomorrow… —
“Fuck, at this rate I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow!”
Tears welled up at the corners of Choi Suho’s eyes. The thought of his father finding out about his condition made his face drain of color, his entire body shaking as if seized by convulsions. The glass shard stuck in his foot had been nothing more than a trivial injury—but getting his backdoor broken by another dominant Alpha was something that should never happen to a dominant Alpha.
—You’re a son of the Jang family.
Fuck, no! Dad won’t love me anymore. Even if everything else was taken from him by the Jang family, his father’s love was the one thing he couldn’t lose.
“No… no…”
Choi Suho trembled like someone backed into a dead end. When Ji Haesu glanced at his face, it was clear—he was in full-blown panic. Instantly understanding what Suho was so terrified of, Ji Haesu leaned close to his ear and whispered in a low, secretive voice, like reciting a magic spell.
“What? You scared your dad might get suspicious?”
“……”
Choi Suho held his breath and clenched down tightly around Ji Haesu’s cock. Ji Haesu suppressed the moan threatening to spill out and slowly began soothing him.
“If you just do one more thing for me, Suho, I’ll stop.”
Suho turned his tear-filled eyes toward Ji Haesu, bit down hard on his lip, and…
“Fuck you. If you don’t keep that promise, I’ll kill you,” he muttered, his voice shaking with tears.
It was so cute that Ji Haesu wrapped his arms around Suho from behind and slammed his cock all the way in. Suho looked like he was about to scream, so Ji Haesu turned his head and pressed their lips together.
“Mmph! Mm!”
Chuup, chuk
Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut in agony, like his soul was being sucked out by some demon. This fucked-up bastard wasn’t just sucking his lips. After that, he forced his mouth open by gripping his throat.
“Khh—!”
The pressure of the hand naturally cupping and pressing beneath his Adam’s apple forced Suho’s mouth open, and the moment it did, Ji Haesu pulled out Suho’s tongue and sucked on it greedily. Not satisfied with that, he shoved his tongue into Suho’s mouth and stirred it around relentlessly. Suho thought of offering up his tongue as the final bargain and endured it all without opening his eyes even once.
He never imagined kissing could be this painful. When he’d been with Do Si-in, even a single kiss had been unbearably sweet—but fuck, fuck! The moment this kiss ends, I’m brushing my teeth right away…
“Kh—cough!”
The instant their lips separated and Suho tried to wipe away the saliva, Ji Haesu lifted him up into his arms. Forced to rely on Ji Haesu’s arm to stand, his feet didn’t touch the floor. The shock that, despite being 185 cm tall, only his toes barely brushed the ground made his face go stiff.
“You fucking piece of shit—put me down! You’re done already!”
Suho twisted his face in fury and shoved Ji Haesu away with his uninjured left hand and his right elbow.
“Who said the kiss was the end? When did I ever say that? That kiss just means we’re getting started now, Suho.”
“Don’t say my name so casually!”
“You’re the one who shouldn’t be talking down to your hyung. We’re not some strangers who’ll never see each other again.”
At Ji Haesu’s shameless tone, Choi Suho’s expression hardened instantly. Taking advantage of Suho letting his guard down, Ji Haesu bent forward and slipped his arms behind both of Suho’s knees, lifting him fully into the air.
“Wha—! Ah!”
Puuuk!
“Hahk!”
As his hips were raised higher, Suho was forced even deeper onto the cock inside him, his body trembling violently as he screamed.
“F-fuck, you damn— ngh, ngh…! Ah! Th-that…!”
“There’s something I want to show you.”
Ji Haesu spoke brightly as he carried Suho—not far at all—to the powder room mirror beside the bedroom. There, Suho stared at his reflection and his eyes widened in horror.
“Well? Your fucked-up self. You kept saying it’s fucked, fucked, but you never really looked properly, did you?”
“Ah… ah…”
Choi Suho denied it, trembling as he covered his face with shaking hands.
This can’t be real. That’s not me.
Right now, completely naked, my right hand bent at an unnatural angle…
A man’s cock shoved into my ass…
My face swollen and bruised all over…
…That’s Choi Suho?
“Congratulations, Suho.”
“N-No. This… this is… me—”
“This is the first fucked-up version of you.”
Smiling, Ji Haesu kissed Suho’s bruised cheek, his eyes unfocused and unable to properly return to themselves.
“I’ll show you the second, third, and fourth fucked-up versions of you too. Look forward to it.”
At those words, Suho snapped his head around. Blood vessels had burst, wiping out the whites of his eyes, and the fury packed into his gaze made it look like he could kill Ji Haesu with a glance alone.
“You. I’ll kill you first, you bastard!”
“Really? Then you should at least know my name, right?”
Ji Haesu let a gentle smile curl at the corner of his lips and whispered into Suho’s ear.
“My name’s Haesu. Ji Haesu. And you call me Haesu hyung. Not you—fuckhead.”
“Like hell I’d ever call trash like you ‘hyung’—”
I don’t even call that bastard Jang Jihyeok ‘hyung,’ so why the hell would I call you that!
Just as he was about to shout it, Choi Suho’s body suddenly went rigid. Something strange was happening deep inside his abdomen.
“Uh…? Uh… ah, no—”
“It’d be a shame to part like this, wouldn’t it?”
“D-Don’t—”
“So what?”
His lower belly was swelling. Right where an Omega’s womb would have been, Ji Haesu’s cock was pressed flush, beginning to bulge—rapidly.
Because they were both Alphas, Suho could tell.
Just how satisfied Ji Haesu was with this sex.
This—fucking hellish piece of shit!
“Ah—ah!”
For an Alpha, being knotted is agony enough to feel like dying. At least Omegas have a cervix, an organ meant to flexibly receive it—but for an Alpha, it’s nothing more than a declaration: I want to crush you and disgrace you.
He was now receiving exactly what he’d once done to others.
“N-No…! No! It hurts! It hurts!”
“Doesn’t it look like you’re pregnant?”
Once you turn into an Omega, who knows—you might really get pregnant. The thought made Ji Haesu feel a faint thrill.
Of course, the chances of a recessive Omega getting pregnant were extremely low, and before that, Suho would be put through what the client had requested, so pregnancy wouldn’t come easily. And even if it did, that child would have to die.
“Aaaah—!”
Not just the outside, but his inner walls too were swelling like a water balloon being inflated. Suho arched his head back in agony. Still, determined not to scream, he bit down on his lips until they split and bled. It was a little pitiful to see—but it couldn’t be helped.
A job was a job.
Ji Haesu released Suho’s legs from where they were hooked over his arms and placed one arm over Suho’s swollen lower belly. Realizing Ji Haesu’s intent, Suho stammered in a deathly pale voice, like he’d been dipped in bleach.
“N-No… no. D-Don’t… please…”
“Suho.”
Ji Haesu spoke with a genuinely regretful expression.
