Those thoughts were all swept away as the cock pushed deeper inside, scouring the inner walls that had been opening to receive it. What remained was only the pain—his insides being rubbed raw by the thick shaft forcing itself in, by the bulging veins running along it—as that sensation gradually filled him to the core.
And the rough panting above him—huff, huff—was so unbearable to hear that he wanted to clamp his hands over his ears.
“Ugh—ngh!”
“Cry prettier, Suho. You’re actually pretty talented at crying, huh?”
He wanted to say fuck off, but when the heavy, pouch-like testicles—just as weighty as the massive cock—pressed against the space between his thighs, a chill ran through him and the words died in his throat. Like someone who had just witnessed a horrific murder, all strength drained from his body, and tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.
Why? Why did this have to happen to me? I’m not the only trash bastard out there. I didn’t have a choice—I was just trying to survive! There are plenty of people worse than me, so why am I the one who has to go through something this horrible?!
“Huff… still blaming others?”
Ji Haesu whispered in a harsh voice as he pressed his lips to Suho’s broad, trembling shoulder. Forcing himself on another Alpha, breaking and subjugating them—it was always an exquisitely pleasurable thing to do. And on top of that, this one was a cute, handsome piece of trash. It’d been a while since he’d stumbled onto such a windfall. There was no guilt, no responsibility to shoulder—he could savor nothing but pleasure, then discard Choi Suho when he was done.
“Hngh… it’s not fair! Why only me…?!”
Unable to endure the cock slamming into him, Choi Suho burst into tears and thrashed weakly. Lifting his head again and again, he muttered, “Why… why is it always me…,” looking utterly beside himself with resentment. Trash personality, avoidant tendencies, and a habit of shifting blame. Of course—trash never comes with just one flaw.
“Do you really think that?”
“It’s unfair! Ask Do Si-in! Ask him if he really didn’t love me!”
Choi Suho screamed, his voice thick with tears, as if he truly believed he’d been wronged.
“Do you know how much money I gave him? How can he do this to me?!”
“So you still haven’t realized what you did wrong, Suho.”
Catching a glimpse of a future where he could keep raping him, Ji Haesu smiled in satisfaction, brushed Suho’s bangs aside, and kissed his temple, where dried blood had crusted over.
Then he slowly lifted his head and spoke toward a spectator who had been watching the entire scene, unable to hide their fascinated gaze.
“Still, don’t worry. Do Si-in admitted he loved you, too.”
The spectator met his eyes, smiled with their eyes, then stilled their footsteps before gradually disappearing into the darkness. Only after he was gone did Ji Haesu grip the waist of Choi Suho, who had buried his face in the bedding and was sobbing, and continue.
“But love is love, and wrongdoing is wrongdoing, right?”
“Fuck… do you know how much money I gave him, you bastard…! Do you know how much I spoiled him?!”
Hearing that, Ji Haesu slowly pulled his cock out of Suho’s insides. Even that alone sent a sharp shock through him—the inner walls quivered finely as they clamped tightly around the glans. Thanks to Ji Haesu carefully treating him afterward once they got home, it had been healing little by little, but it was useless against such rough, relentless penetration. Choi Suho buried his head and forcibly swallowed his moans.
Occasionally, sobs burst out, but compared to others, he was holding up remarkably well. That alone made it clear how desperately he didn’t want to submit.
The only thing keeping Choi Suho going right now was a cheap shred of pride. And Ji Haesu’s job was to crush that cheap pride completely.
“So this is how you spoiled Do Si-in?”
“……!”
Thud!
As Ji Haesu thrust in so deeply that the dangling testicles were nearly flattened, Choi Suho’s eyes flew open, and silent tears streamed down his face. Blood seeped from his lips. He had no strength left to answer—he was too busy choking back every last moan. Ji Haesu lowered his gaze and spoke in a voice thick with dull groans.
“Then I’ll spoil you the same way. Go on—try being on the receiving end, too.”
“Aah—ngh…!”
When Choi Suho shook his head and tried to crawl forward to escape, Ji Haesu grabbed his waist firmly and dragged him back. Only then did a scream tear out of Suho’s mouth.
“Ahh!”
Tears stained with agony dripped down from Choi Suho’s lowered eyes.
“People don’t understand until it becomes their own problem, Suho. So you should experience it too—get raped as an Alpha, get pregnant, try all of it. Maybe then you’ll realize something.”
Ji Haesu really was the kind of bastard who would get him pregnant and return everything Do Si-in had suffered, blow for blow.
Before that happens, I’ll kill him.
I’ll kill him.
Choi Suho’s eyes glinted with a sudden, fierce vitality.
As long as Dad doesn’t find out, it’s fine, right?
***
The hour hand and the minute hand overlapped at six. Just as the minute hand struggled to move past it, a sliding door—so tightly shut it seemed it would never open—silently slid aside.
A middle-aged, strikingly handsome man with not a single strand of hair out of place, slicked straight back, glanced around the empty room and stepped inside.
Step. Step.
The sound of his footsteps on the marble floor, faintly etched with patterns, shattered the gentle flow of classical music filling the space. It was the weight he carried.
Beyond the skyscrapers stretched the dark Han River, and spanning it, a great bridge.
As he indifferently gazed at the countless cars crawling across the bridge like ants, he shrugged off a lustrous black coat that must have cost over ten million won. At that moment, the sliding door that had been tightly shut opened once more.
But the man didn’t bother turning around to greet them. Facing the glass that reflected the Han River outside and faintly mirrored the form of the person entering behind him, he finally opened his stubbornly sealed lips.
“You’re late.”
“It’s 6:32, hyung.”
The man’s thick eyebrows—so much like their father’s, full and sharply arched—twitched.
“I was told the appointment was exactly at 6:30. And Jihun, you too—and Jihae…”
“More importantly, why the hell is the meeting place here? Fuck, this is annoying.”
Jang Jihun, a son formally registered under Jang Yuguk’s family registry, muttered a curse as he strode inside, unlike his eldest brother. He leisurely and elegantly removed his coat and suit jacket, hanging them on the rack with meticulous precision, and said,
“Watch your language. Don’t act low-class like a bastard.”
“I wouldn’t swear if we weren’t in that bastard’s hotel.”
Jang Jihun sneered at his older brother, Jang Jihyeok. Jang Jihyeok, too, clearly wasn’t pleased to be in Choi Suho’s hotel—so openly referred to as a “bastard”—as disgust and revulsion surfaced on his previously composed face. Seeing his brother, who rarely showed emotion unless it involved his own children, openly twist his expression, Jihun sat in the chair across from him and spoke.
“Jihae said it was really good news. It better be, or else—”
“No matter what it is, it won’t be good news for us.”
Jang Jihyeok cut him off sharply. Sitting down, he took a light sip of the pre-meal tea, then furrowed his brows. Jihun took a few sips as well, and his face stiffened.
“What the fuck… this is—”
Crash!
Startled, Jang Jihun jumped to his feet. Jang Jihyeok had hurled the teacup he was holding straight into the wall of the VVIP room—right next to his younger brother.
“Hyung! What the fuck are you doing?!”
Drenched in tea as the cup shattered, Jang Jihun flushed red with rage. Not to be outdone, Jang Jihyeok slammed both hands onto the table and muttered in a low voice.
“He never told us a single thing about the business… but he told that bastard something this trivial?”
“You’re only realizing that now, hyung?”
At that moment, the sliding door slid open with a soft rasp, and a slightly younger, smoother voice spoke up. Receiving the fully preheated glare of his two furious brothers, the youngest, Jang Jihae, flinched. Behind him stood a hotelier who had rushed over at the sound of breaking dishes.
Jang Jihyeok cast a brief glance at the fidgeting hotelier and said,
“We don’t need you. Leave.”
“Pardon?”
“I said leave. We don’t need you.”
“Ah… yes.”
The hotelier belatedly realized that these were Jang Jihyeok, Jang Jihun, and Jang Jihae—the three brothers of the Jang family whom Choi Suho had explicitly ordered never to be allowed in—but for some reason, Choi Suho hadn’t shown up at the hotel since yesterday. He had vanished as if he’d evaporated.
Once the staff member left, Jang Jihae walked into the room with polite, measured steps.
“Hyungs. Long time no see.”
“Not a face I particularly wanted to see.”
Jang Jihyeok replied flatly. Jihae muttered same as ever to himself, then retorted in true Jang family fashion.
“I didn’t really want to see you either. But we do have a common enemy, don’t we?”
“A common enemy?”
With a scoff, Jang Jihun pulled out a chair and gestured. It was an invitation to sit. Jihae dropped into the seat and tasted the pre-meal tea Jihyeok had thrown. As he sipped the tea, still warm, Jihae’s face slowly hardened.
“This is… Father’s treasured tea. The one he only served to guests. Imported from France…”
“The tea he wouldn’t even let us drink. He said it was the one his beloved Omega liked.”
The tea his beloved Omega liked. And the hotel run by the son born of that Omega, where it was served to honored guests.
Realizing the implication, Jang Jihae’s face filled with hollow disbelief.
“So our mother really meant nothing at all?”
“It was a political marriage anyway. All of ours were. Just like Father wanted—he married a good dominant Omega and, as promised, had three children. He’s a man overflowing with love, after all.”
Jang Jihun replied in a voice laced with bitterness and mockery, then fell silent at the words, “Sir, we’ll be serving your Hanwoo tenderloin steaks now.”
Once all the dishes were laid out perfectly in front of each of them, the three brothers said nothing. Just as the hotelier bowed and said, “Please enjoy your meal,” and turned to leave, Jang Jihyeok raised a hand.
He ordered a full-bodied red wine by the bottle. The other two brothers didn’t object.
