He was knotting in midair. Because his back was being stimulated.
But I’m an Alpha?
“That’s impossible—ah! Ah! D-don’t! Stop! I don’t want—! Ugh!”
“If you scream too loud, people will come, you know? Haa.”
“Mmgh! Ngh!”
With his mouth covered by Ji Haesu’s large hand, Choi Suho was lifted by the hips as the cock rammed into him from above, plunging straight down. As it slid all the way in, long and unbroken, Ji Haesu’s balls were completely flattened and crushed against him. When Ji Haesu’s glans pressed insistently against one single spot, sparks seemed to burst there, multicolored lights flaring before Suho’s eyes before blinking out.
I’m going insane. It feels like my head is burning away!
Even though his nose and mouth were blocked and he couldn’t breathe properly, the way his insides were being thrust into felt so good that his cock stood rigid, the knotting continuing. Even without being inside an Omega’s belly, the knot held, fluid dribbling endlessly.
“Haha, you’re cute, Suho. Suho-ya, I’ll take my hand away, so wrap your arms around my neck.”
When the hand moved, Choi Suho bit down hard on his lip and shook his head. To the Suho who clearly showed that was something he absolutely could not do, Ji Haesu demonstrated by slowly pulling his cock all the way out. Feeling the emptiness as it slipped free, Suho clenched down hard on the void.
Then, with Ji Haesu’s glans barely hooked at his entrance, Choi Suho squeezed around it, wearing a dazed expression.
Empty? Because Ji Haesu’s cock is coming out?
“…Ah! Ah!”
Thrust!
“Ahhh! Ngh!”
Ji Haesu’s cock buried itself so deeply in an instant that it disappeared entirely into the red inner walls. His rough pubic hair brushed against Suho’s flushed perineum, stinging faintly. The inner walls trembled violently with pleasure, shuddering as they clamped down tight around Ji Haesu’s veins and shaft.
Then Ji Haesu grabbed the back of Choi Suho’s neck and yanked him forward, sealing his mouth shut with a kiss so he couldn’t moan. Suho didn’t even know whose lips were pressed against his; his eyes, ruined by pleasure, blinked sluggishly as he sucked and smacked helplessly. Inside, Ji Haesu sneered unpleasantly, thinking, This really is a complete ragged piece of trash, yet even so, he hungrily sucked back, accepting Suho’s tongue and lips as they offered themselves. The sight of Suho—his face now practically part of the bruises Ji Haesu had beaten into him—clinging and sucking looked obscenely sticky.
“Haa… cough, cough.”
He must have shoved his tongue in too deep, because Suho turned his head and started coughing. Ji Haesu grabbed his chin, forced his mouth open, then spat the saliva he’d pooled straight inside. Coming to his senses at the foreign spit filling his mouth, Suho turned his head to spit it out, his face pale—but Ji Haesu’s palm clamped over his lips, stopping him.
“Swallow.”
“Mmgh! Ngh!”
With his legs hooked over Ji Haesu’s shoulders, Suho thrashed wildly, clearly refusing to swallow. He glared, grabbing the vase beside the bed as if to smash Ji Haesu’s skull—but Ji Haesu only let out a lazy smile.
“If you don’t swallow, I won’t send you to your dad.”
“….”
“Think of it as a replacement for calling me hyung.”
Crushed pride welled at the corners of Choi Suho’s eyes—pride that had been utterly annihilated as a human being. His trembling gaze warped, his eyes squeezing shut as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Tears spilled down from his blackened, bruised eyes. Only after confirming that Suho had swallowed his own saliva did Ji Haesu remove his hand. Suho immediately leaned off the bed, trying to vomit it out—but Ji Haesu grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his hips forward.
With his hair fixed in place, Suho’s body began jerking violently up and down. His handsome face twisted, then quickly collapsed into a mess of pleasure. The sensation he couldn’t control felt terrifying, like water rising in an enclosed space. He wanted to run away.
“Ahhk—! Hngh…!”
“Hah—Suho-ya…!”
Even hearing his own name being cried out sounded wrong. He wanted to scream for him to stop saying it, but the strangely gentle voice melting against his ear left him frozen.
Thud, smack!
“Ah! Th-this is weird! Something’s wrong—!”
“It’s not your belly that’s wrong… it’s you. Hahaha!”
Ji Haesu laughed, savoring his words.
It’s proof you’re becoming an Omega.
The moment Choi Suho, who had been gripping the sheets tight, clutched his own right wrist, Ji Haesu’s expression hardened. His eyes looked down at Suho—still not fully ripened into an Omega, his Alpha-like body curling in on itself, trembling.
“Hngh… s-stop. Please, stop… my body feels weird…”
Pleasure bubbled violently inside his belly, his fingers and toes curling as his body shook uncontrollably. His head fell back, ragged gasps spilling out.
Please, please calm down. Desperately wishing this strangely spreading stimulation would subside, he counted—one, two, three. But instead of easing, Ji Haesu’s glans jabbed that spot again and again, overstimulating him until his vision flashed white. He shook his head wildly.
“Hah! Ah…!”
“Suho-ya, look at Haesu hyung.”
At the words look at Haesu hyung, Suho muttered weakly through shallow breaths.
“You’re not Haesu… hngh… who are you?”
Ji Haesu pressed down firmly, grinding against the sensitive point. Suho’s body jerked sharply. Overwhelmed by a pleasure he’d never felt before—one that traveled backward—he lost all sense, digging his nails into Ji Haesu’s wrist and tilting his head left. When Ji Haesu lowered the hand gripping his hair, Suho cracked his eyes open despite the pleasure—and immediately flinched, trembling.
He thought he was going to be hit.
Seeing that, Ji Haesu actually tapped Suho’s still-intact left cheek. Tap, tap. The faintly pale skin flushed red at once. As Ji Haesu thrust deeply again and again, Suho squeezed his eyes shut, moaning, “Hnghh.” Tears clung to each eyelash before spilling down in drops—it was pretty.
“Stop… stop it… fuck!”
He really is becoming more and more Omega-like.
“Curious who I am?”
Panting harshly, Choi Suho spat out curses, his spirit unbroken even now.
“So I can curse you properly! Don’t you feel even a little sorry for the dead Ji Haesu?!”
The XXX who had stolen the identity of the deceased Ji Haesu and was living in Korea smirked.
“I don’t feel sorry for some bastard who went all the way to Seoul National University and still killed himself because he couldn’t handle things.”
“Fuck you—everyone has different things that are hard!”
When Suho shouted back, Ji Haesu’s face twisted.
“Hearing that from you makes me feel really fucking sick.”
“You think I’ve had it easy?!”
“At least easier than most. You soaked up all of Dad’s love instead of your siblings, didn’t you?”
Hit square in the chest, Choi Suho’s face stiffened. But he quickly regained himself, opening his mouth to say, “You—” only for Ji Haesu to rake hard against his inner walls as he spoke.
“For a bastard who doesn’t even know who his parents are, even that kind of thing is something to envy.”
“Hngh…!”
In that moment, whether because he’d finally grasped one truth about Ji Haesu—or because the pleasure inside him was exploding like fireworks—Choi Suho couldn’t say a word. All he could do was try to flee from the sensation that was taking over his body and mind.
“Haa… stop…”
He hated that his right arm was broken, that he couldn’t properly hit Ji Haesu. His left hand—the only one still functional—gripped the solid bed rail, while his legs hung uselessly over Ji Haesu’s shoulders, shaking helplessly every time Ji Haesu slammed his hips upward.
“Stop what, huff—? You were born for this, you know?”
“Hngh—shut up…!”
“You weren’t born for the front. You were born for the back.”
Following Ji Haesu’s glance downward, Suho looked at his own front—and went deathly pale. Seeing his cock knotted, instinctively assuming it was buried inside an Omega, he nearly screamed—but at that instant, both hands closed around his throat.
“By the way… you like this, don’t you?”
“Ghk…!”
Still choking him, Ji Haesu pulled his hips all the way back—then slammed forward. As he pressed hard just below Suho’s Adam’s apple, Suho’s vision flared white before rotting into black. A moan tried to escape, only to be strangled into suffocating gasps; his toes curled tight, his fingertips trembling.
“Mm… ah… fuck, this is insane. Shit, Suho-ya, you had something this good all to yourself? Huh? From now on—hah—do it with hyung. Yeah?”
“……!”
His throat was being crushed mercilessly. At the same time, his inner walls clenched tight around Ji Haesu’s cock. Desperate, Suho grabbed at Ji Haesu’s wrist with his left hand, trying to pry it away—but the force of the relentless thrusts knocked his grip loose almost immediately.
“Ghhk…”
A sound that didn’t even resemble a moan leaked from his mouth.
Thrust!
“Khk!”
From the hole, softened and darkened to a purplish hue from overuse, semen and ointment dribbled endlessly, the sounds of flesh slapping never ceasing. Suho’s head slowly fell back as his body shook harder and harder before stiffening completely. In that brief instant, his entire life flashed before his eyes.
—Haha, it’s good, right? You like it, huh? You fucking Omega bastard!
—S-save me…! Save me… nghk!
All the Alphas and Omegas he’d raped and enjoyed like this. He couldn’t even remember their names or faces.
What the hell have I been doing with my life? If I die here, at Ji Haesu’s hands… then to them…
But then, the cock that had been moving relentlessly inside him suddenly stopped at a single point, and he felt a chilling liquid scatter within him.
In that moment, Choi Suho changed his mind.
