“Hh……”
Choi Suho was crying.
“Hhng.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are, crying, you rapist bastard?”
Ji Haesu asked calmly as he lifted Choi Suho’s chin with the blade of the knife. Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut. It looked as though he were waiting for the end that was about to come for him.
“Oh, are you greeting your repentance toward the client with death?”
At the word client, Choi Suho muttered in an incredulous tone.
“I… I didn’t know. I really, really didn’t know that place was……”
“You crazy bastard, you knew everything and still shoved him in there. You were the one who put him there, knowing exactly what kind of psychiatric hospital it was. Under a fake identity.”
“……”
“A pretty little recessive Omega with no connections at all—did you really think the people there would leave the client alone? Suho, you grew up way too naive. Then again, even if you were a bastard, you were raised delicately like a young master, weren’t you?”
“Fuck, shut up!”
“But did you know this?”
Ji Haesu said, grabbing Choi Suho’s cheek.
“Your dad didn’t die giving birth to you.”
“……I know.”
“No, no. Suho. That’s not what I mean.”
Ji Haesu laughed lightly, then tapped Choi Suho’s cheek.
“He died because he gave birth to you. After giving birth to you.”
He poked Choi Suho’s chest, then leaned in and whispered into his ear, still unable to comprehend.
“They say he wanted to die because he had you.”
“Fuck, shut up. What the hell do you know?! Who the fuck are you?!”
Choi Suho thrashed around, half-mad. His dad died because he had him? What kind of nonsense was that? There was no way. He’d been told his dad died during childbirth. That he was frail by nature and passed away.
“You’re a lie from the start—how am I supposed to believe anything you say—!”
“Me? I’m Haesu.”
Ji Haesu casually wiped the blood from his cheek and slammed the knife into the wall beside Choi Suho’s face with a loud bang. Then he smiled softly.
“Ji Haesu.”
“Fuck, that’s not it! Who the hell are you?!”
“Suho. If there’s something you’re curious about in this world, use your own two feet and find out. Don’t ask anyone. And don’t believe anyone, either.”
Choi Suho’s face, pupils blown wide as he panted roughly, was pure confusion itself. His eyes, trembling madly, swept across the ruined office—Ji Haesu’s words echoing relentlessly in his head.
He died after giving birth to you. Because he had you. He wanted to die because he had you.
Is it true, Dad? No… it isn’t, right?
“I need to ask Dad… I have to ask Dad……”
In a dazed state, Choi Suho tried to get up. The person he needed to ask the truth from wasn’t Ji Haesu, shrouded in secrets, but the father who raised him, nurtured him, and loved him—Jang Yuguk. What his dad said was the truth. Ji Haesu was lying.
“You can’t go to your dad right now.”
Just then, a subordinate’s voice rang out. “Boss, the doctor has arrived.”
Hearing that, Ji Haesu grabbed Choi Suho’s ankle as he tried to stand.
“You’re getting raped today before you go, Suho.”
Choi Suho’s face went deathly pale.
“The group fuck comes later, yeah? I told you—you’re fucked.”
And with his ankle still seized, Choi Suho was dragged downward.
Fast—like a roller coaster plunging straight into hell.
***
They said his cheek didn’t need stitching, but his calf had been stabbed and slashed deeply by a sashimi knife, so it had to be numbed and sewn up. It’d been a long time since Ji Haesu had needed anesthesia and stitches, and the novelty of it amused him.
Thankfully, the cut on his cheek was shallow and long rather than deep; with consistent laser treatments, it’d fade. His nasal bone needed surgery and reconstruction, but knowing it could be fixed eased his rage considerably.
While Ji Haesu was undergoing treatment and surgery, Choi Suho was transferred to a nearby hospital and operated on as well. A split forehead, a fractured right hand, numerous small cuts from the sashimi knife—he was seriously injured, no less than Ji Haesu.
As a result, the two of them ended up hospitalized in the same double room.
Choi Suho had his forehead wrapped in bandages, an eye patch over his right eye where blood vessels had burst, his right cheek was badly bruised and swollen, and the inside of his mouth was torn up so badly he couldn’t eat properly. His right hand was immobilized in a cast.
And of course—
He had to be raped in the hospital, too.
“Hhng! Mmph……!”
Fuck, this is fucking disgusting…
Tears clinging to his lashes, Choi Suho lay on the hospital bed, staring up at Ji Haesu as he thrust his cock inside and moved his hips. Ji Haesu covered Choi Suho’s mouth with both hands, breathing hard—huh, huh—his flushed face heavy with arousal as he moved slowly.
“Hhff!”
“Quiet. The room upstairs is where your dad’s hospitalized.”
At those words, Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut. More than the shame, what crushed him was knowing his dad was hospitalized above him, while he was trapped here, being raped, unable to go to him. Tears streamed from his eyes.
Seeing the tears fall from Choi Suho’s one good eye, Ji Haesu pushed in even deeper—deep enough for his pubic hair and heavy testicles to brush against him—letting out a dull groan.
“Fuuuu……”
“Ugh… ugh…”
Choi Suho gagged, letting out choking, retching sounds as he suffered. They were both dominant Alphas, with no sensitive spot inside—this was nothing but rape.
No… maybe it was a blessing that he was an Alpha. If he’d been an Omega here—feeling it, getting pregnant—he might’ve wanted to die.
He died after giving birth to you. Because he had you. He wanted to die because he had you.
Ji Haesu’s words resurfaced, and his chest dropped.
What’s the difference between Alpha and Omega, anyway?
In the end, they’re all human. And as humans, being erased by violence is the same. More tears pooled at the corners of Choi Suho’s eyes and spilled down.
No matter how hard he tried to erase it, memories surfaced—what he’d done to Do Si-in… no, to countless Alphas and Omegas beyond just him.
His dad’s face—so much like his own—rose in his mind.
“Hhng… mmph……”
“Haha, looks like you really tried hard to erase it, huh? The heart mark—hah—it’s still there a little.”
Licking his lips, Ji Haesu laughed as he watched the heart-shaped bulge appear every time he pushed his cock all the way in. When he pulled out, the heart flattened; when he thrust back in—puuk—it swelled again. Just watching it was pretty.
Pressing down on it with his thumb made Choi Suho’s eyes widen as he trembled violently—beautiful beyond words.
“Hh……”
Why does a groan of pain sound like one of pleasure? Is it really just my imagination?
I hope it isn’t.
“Suho, you’re getting prettier.”
At that, Choi Suho glared up at him with tear-filled eyes, murderous intent blazing. They were sharp—like a sashimi knife slicing straight through.
“It’s true. You’re getting prettier. And your pheromones, too……”
Handsome, tall, solidly built—so Alpha-like—yet pinned beneath him, unable to struggle, letting out those uhk, uhk sounds every time he was fucked. It was obscenely arousing.
And besides… even if he didn’t know it……
“Hm.”
Ji Haesu pushed in until his testicles were crushed, laying his body over Choi Suho’s upper half. Hating it, Choi Suho reflexively turned his head away.
That exposed the nape of his neck—where the carotid artery throbbed most violently—thump, thump, thump—right beneath Ji Haesu’s nose.
Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Ji Haesu’s huh, huh breaths brushing against him made his whole body tremble in revulsion.
“Hmmm……”
Feeling the inner walls clenching tightly around his cock, Ji Haesu also sensed the pheromones sweetening along the carotid artery.
Definitely sweet—like milk simmered slowly with honey.
Before, the heavy stench of Alpha pheromones made raping them feel like eating spoiled food. But now……
He felt an overwhelming urge to lick it.
That white nape, crisscrossed with thick blue veins—so Alpha-like, so masculine—he wanted to lick it just once.
Had he ever felt this kind of impulse while raping other rapists as punishment?
Thud!
“Hhngh!”
Don’t be mistaken.
He pulled his cock all the way out, left only the tip barely hooked at the entrance—then slammed it straight in.
Do it like this, and Omegas would love it to death—but Alphas, with no internal pleasure point, feel like their insides are being torn apart.
It must feel like their guts are twisting violently, everything pulling upward. And pain only makes the clenching better.
For the one doing the fucking, it feels incredible. This pleasure—forcing another Alpha into submission—is unparalleled.
That’s why I only rape rapists. I like pleasure without responsibility. Raping trash like you gets me praise and money.
“Hhng… ah……”
“What? Does it hurt?”
No answer.
Choi Suho kept his eyes closed, head thrown back, tears streaming. He’d been gripping the bedsheet so hard with his IV-stuck left hand that blood was flowing backward through the tube.
Skillfully, Ji Haesu told him to relax, pinched the IV line, and let the fluid flow again until the blood returned to normal—then spoke like it was nothing.
“From now on, ask them to remove the IV when you have sex. Every time you tense up, the blood flows backward. It’s annoying.”
“Fuck… just don’t do it……”
Choi Suho said through streaming tears.
“Don’t do it, you fucking bastard.”
“Do you even have the right to say that?”
Ji Haesu asked playfully.
If this were earlier, Choi Suho would’ve exploded—but now he was silent. His lips pressed shut, eyes shaking.
Was it the shock of hearing about his dad?
Or the impact of learning that Do Si-in had been gang-raped?
Whatever it was, all that mattered was that the rapist bastard was slowly coming to his senses and realizing what he’d done wrong.
