Part 6. The Second Task Begins (3)
Choi Suho cried only on the day he vaguely learned the truth about his father, Choi Juho, the dad who’d given birth to him. After that, nothing really changed—he still acted like a bastard and stayed stubbornly twisted.
Thinking what a relentlessly consistent temper it was, Ji Haesu gave the ass of Choi Suho—who was straddling him—a sharp smack. Suho’s waist shuddered. Biting down hard on his lip, Suho held his breath and moved his hips, barely managing to brace himself with his left hand pressed to Haesu’s chest.
“Ah—fuck, when my arm—hngh—when my arm heals…! Ah…”
Haesu, savoring how Suho’s insides were turning thicker and more viscous as he slowly became an Omega, muttered in a wet, husky voice.
“If you can’t come for me, I won’t send you to your dad, okay?”
“Hng, you fucking bastard. Fuck!”
“It’s true. You don’t see this?”
Haesu shook the 11th-floor security key he’d hidden under his patient-bed pillow. Suho clenched his teeth.
Fuck. Because I can’t get that key, I have to pay tribute with my body?
No matter that the hospital was under his father’s name—he couldn’t do whatever he wanted. If he wanted to enter the room where his father was, he had to offer his ass to Haesu, the one holding the security key.
Only then could he get closer to the truth about his birth father, Choi Juho. Everything Jang Jihyeok had said couldn’t possibly be true.
And once I learn the truth about the father who gave birth to me… Ji Haesu, I’ll kill you for sure.
And then I’ll find Do Si-in. I’ll find him, I’ll find him…
What do I do?
Swinging between rationalization, denial, and confusion, Suho tightened and loosened around Haesu’s cock.
Haesu realized Suho had drifted into other thoughts and smacked his ass again and again. Suho’s face twisted with shame and humiliation. Whenever that handsome face contorted like that, Haesu’s pleasure doubled.
This was bad. Now he’d become the kind of body that couldn’t get hard unless it was Suho. It felt like he’d end up preferring tall, muscular, slender guys like Suho over soft, pretty Omegas.
“Don’t think I’m going easy on you, Suho. You even left a scar on my pretty face, huh?”
“I’m paying for the laser treatments! I even got my nose done so it’s higher now—you liked it, didn’t you? Fuck!”
Suho snapped back furiously.
“You fucking bastard—hnng—seriously—hnng—I’ve never—hnng—seen someone like you. Hngh…”
“I’ve never seen trash like you either, Suho. How come you never call me hyung, not even once?”
I did say it once, you fucking bastard—did you forget that? Figures. A washed-up old geezer four years older than me must’ve forgotten.
“Hyung my ass. Fuck off.”
Maybe it was the limit of what he could support with his left hand, because Suho was trembling. It was weird. Had his stamina always been this shitty? He worked out three to four hours every day—sex for three hours was nothing to him. Was being the one getting fucked really on a whole different level?
Fuck, the fact that he was even thinking that made him feel disgusting. Suho ground his teeth, and without realizing it, he clenched down hard on Haesu’s cock, and Haesu, turned on by that, slammed his hips up with a heavy thud.
“Ah—ah! N-no!”
As Haesu moved, the head of his cock suddenly poked right into a spot that made Suho jolt. Suho collapsed onto Haesu’s chest with a strangled cry, like he was falling apart.
It was seriously bizarre—him moaning and melting like some Omega.
“Haa… your inner flesh is trembling. Fuck, it turns me on, Suho. You.”
“Fuck—shut up!”
“Soft and tender like this—jeez, huh?”
Unlike his bruised cheeks that were hard to see clearly because of the swelling, his ears were visibly flushed red. When Haesu targeted that spot and thrust in with little jabs, Suho couldn’t handle it—he clamped a hand over his mouth, and Haesu heard him crying, “Nngh… hnng,” like he couldn’t stop it. Haesu wrapped both arms tight around the Alpha—no, the Alpha who was turning into an Omega—pressing Suho’s forehead to his shoulder as he drove his hips hard.
Thud! Slam! Thud!
“Hng—hnng—hngh.”
“Suho, haa… you’re really biting down tight, mm? That backward clamping…”
He almost said, You’re becoming just like your dad, but it sounded too fucking immoral, so Haesu laughed silently to himself. If I tell you your dad was originally an Alpha too, then became an Omega and went insane… you’d snap completely, wouldn’t you?
Go crazy little by little. I don’t want you to commit suicide.
“Haa—hnng… th-this… this is weiiird…!”
Suho’s eyes rolled back halfway, and his words stretched out. His crying—“hngh, hhk”—rang out so loudly it made the hospital room feel damp. Haesu closed his eyes with his lips buried against Suho’s shoulder, and he moved his cock like he was carving his veins into Suho’s softening, thickened inner walls.
So that even if Suho got gang-raped by fourteen men, the moment Haesu fucked him, he’d know—Ah. It’s Ji Haesu.
“Ah—hngh! You—too, too… too much…!”
Suho couldn’t even moan properly—only making breathy, swallowed sounds as Haesu pulled out slickly and then shoved back in with a wet plunk. The sound of both of them panting and their body heat pressed together filled the room with feverish intensity. The door to the hospital room was cracked open just enough that someone might be watching, but the two of them were so focused on sex they didn’t even notice. Even with a pair of eyes quietly staring at them, they were kissing—so it was impossible to tell whether this was “paying tribute” or just sex.
“Hoo… Suho…”
“Mm… yeah.”
But… ah, why does imagining Suho enjoying being gang-raped make me feel so fucking shitty? He likes getting fucked like this, and soon he’ll be an Omega…
Wait. By then he might be a full recessive Omega, and if fourteen guys fuck him… he might get pregnant. Then he’d have to be pregnant without even knowing who the father is, wouldn’t he?
“Fuck!”
SLAM!
“Ah—hngh! Ah! S-slow down…! Ah, it hurts!”
“Suho, hnng, tell me. You wanna have hyung’s baby?”
Squawk!
The moment those words left his mouth, Suho swung his left hand and smashed Haesu’s jaw. Of course, Haesu didn’t hold back either—he drove his cock in and churned Suho’s insides. From Suho’s mouth came a sweet, squirming sound that was somewhere between an answer and a moan.
“Mmnh…”
“Yeah! I’ll make you have one! Let’s have a baby!”
“You crazy bastard—no!”
Suho thrashed, yelling, “No! I said no! Fuck, I’m an Alpha!”—and Haesu, still inside him, spun his body around on the narrow patient bed. His body turned tightly in the cramped space, and the connection between them twisted too; Suho threw his head back, trembling violently. The friction scraping his inner walls brought back a pain he’d forgotten—stronger than the pleasure.
“Haa—hnng…!”
With his head tipped back, thick veins stood out along his throat. Haesu kissed along those veins, making wet little smack sounds, and pulled his hips back. Suho’s belly—once bulging—sank a little, and the entrance that had been bright red and swollen gaped open in the shape of Haesu’s cock before tightening again.
“Hah…”
Suho let out a shallow breath, wrapped his arms around his stomach, and twisted away.
“I… I have to go to my dad… I—I have to… stop. Stop.”
“If you keep doing this…”
Haesu spread Suho’s legs and hooked them over his own, speaking in a low, ominous voice.
“If you really get pregnant, I’ll send you, okay?”
“……”
Tears shimmered faintly at the corners of Suho’s eyes. That was basically the same as saying he wouldn’t send him. He had to go to his dad, but Haesu was saying he wouldn’t let him. What a real fucking bastard. Suho glared like he wanted to kill him and hissed through his teeth.
“I’m an Alpha, you fuck.”
“Why? Even if you’re an Alpha, you feel it like this.”
“Hng!”
Haesu shoved three fingers in at once and pumped—thrust, thrust—and Suho’s cock, still not going soft, started knotting in midair.
“Aah…!”
“See? Huh? I’ve heard of Alphas knotting while getting fucked from behind, haa… but actually seeing it…”
“N-nooo…!”
Suho tried to protest in a trembling voice, but to Haesu it sounded like an Omega begging for more. The way his hole clenched to keep the fingers inside from leaving, the way his inner walls squeezed tight and sucked them deeper, the way his cock stood rigid and leaked precum, the way the head swelled like a child’s fist—desperate to shoot—
“Hah…!”
And when Haesu pinched the nipples jutting sharply beneath the hospital gown, Suho’s moans turned even sweeter, like they’d been simmered in honey. His inner walls trembled like he didn’t know what to do with how good it felt—an Omega through and through. An Alpha in front, but an Omega in back. What a perfect harmony.
As the three fingers thrust in like a triangular spike, poking and prodding, Suho reached out with his left hand to grab Haesu’s wrist and pleaded in a crying voice.
“Hngh—d-don’t… don’t put your fist in. N-no.”
“Why? You’ve put your fist in other Omegas too.”
Suho’s face turned white, and he spoke in a frightened voice.
“I didn’t do that to Si-in…”
SMACK!
“Ah, fuck—why are you hitting me again?!”
He’d ended up slapping Suho’s bruised right cheek. That was why the bruise never had a chance to fade.
“Ah, sorry. Reflex.”
He’d called him “Si-in” so affectionately that Haesu really did hit him without thinking. Even though Haesu kept telling himself he should treat Suho gently, that he shouldn’t hit him… for some reason, whenever Suho got soft and affectionate about Do Si-in, it pissed him off.
Grumbling to himself, Haesu almost tried pushing in one more finger—but Suho’s hole was already stretched so taut it looked like it had been ironed flat, like it would tear if he forced any more. Haesu gave up.
If he pushed too far while Suho was still only partially Omega, Suho might get scared and run. And per the client’s demand, Suho had to be gang-raped by fourteen men—so to stop him from running, Haesu needed to treat him sweetly for the time being and keep him locked up in the “sealed room.”
