At that moment, Ji Haesu froze with his fingers still buried inside Choi Suho, as if he’d been struck in the head with a hammer. Suho, who had been arching his head back and moaning, let out a pained groan like even his pinky had gone in deeper, and unable to endure the awkward position any longer, ended up wrapping his arms around Haesu’s neck.
“……”
Then Haesu lifted the head he’d been bowing and blinked rapidly. He stared intently at Suho, who had his forehead pressed to Haesu’s shoulder, eyes shut tight as he panted. Tears slid from the corners of Suho’s eyes, and sensing the gaze on him, he cracked his eyes open and looked up, speaking with a thin, strained voice.
“Fuck… hurry up, fuck me, come, and end it, you bastard.”
“……”
Suho spoke again with a self-mocking smile on his face, mottled with bruises.
“That’s what Si-in asked you to do—ugh!”
Haesu grabbed Suho by the throat, shoved him downward, and crashed his mouth onto his. Caught off guard, Suho could only cling to Haesu’s neck and take the kiss head-on. The upside was that the fingers buried inside him slid out naturally with the kiss, but there was no helping the stinging pain as three thick fingers scraped their way out. He instinctively drew his legs together from the pain, and as if he’d been waiting for that moment, Haesu shoved his knotted cock forward in a rush. Seeing Haesu’s brutish behavior—lining up that thing, with a head bigger than a chunk of rock or a child’s fist, against his stretched hole—made Suho’s face go pale.
“Hey—ugh! Ghk!”
“Fuck, shut up.”
Haesu muttered the curse low. He wasn’t someone who swore easily.
“I’m… kinda confused right now, Suho. You know?”
“Ghhk……”
His throat was being choked as the knotted cock pushed in.
I’m going to die.
Haesu pressed the swollen head hard against the entrance that had just barely begun to close, and Suho’s eyes rolled back, showing whites. With his throat constricted, his breathing came in thin, broken gasps, and his face quickly flushed a deep red, until it was impossible to tell where the bruises even were anymore.
And Haesu was in a seriously unsettling state himself.
Am I publicly “raping” Choi Suho right now? Or am I just indulging my own pleasure—or fucking him because I find him cute?
Was it because he’d been fucking Suho day and night in this same space? Because their skin had been pressed together, sharing warmth?
Was it because he’d stayed beside Suho last night while he cried so miserably that he started to look cute to him?
This was the most dangerous state to be in. You weren’t supposed to develop personal feelings toward a target while working.
XXX, you came to Korea from XX to work, not to play at love.
Then why, at some point, had he started trying to stop Suho from killing himself?
“S-slow…!”
Shove.
“……!”
In the end, Haesu strangled Suho’s throat all the way while forcibly ramming the knotted cock inside. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he’d torn the entrance open to get in. Unable to withstand the pain, Suho’s eyes rolled back as his body trembled violently; frothy spit formed at the corner of his mouth, and his head lolled forward.
Only then did Haesu realize Suho had passed out. Startled, he slapped Suho hard across the face without pulling his cock out.
Smack!
“Choi Suho! Hey, you piece of trash!”
“……”
Suho’s closed eyelids fluttered faintly…
“Uh… uhh……”
And then a single tear slid down.
“S-stop… stop…!”
“Are you okay?”
“Fuck, I’m fine, so stop…!”
Seeing Haesu’s hand coming toward him, Suho sucked in rough breaths—huff, huff—and covered his face with both arms. He shielded his face with his intact left hand and his broken right arm in a cast, coughing and gasping repeatedly. Then he touched his neck, and with tear-filled eyes fixed on Haesu, he spoke in a voice so quiet it was barely audible once everything settled.
“After I go see my dad… cough… then do whatever you want.”
“……”
“At least… there’s something I want to ask my dad…”
“What do you want to ask? Ask me.”
Suho pressed his lips together. With Haesu’s knotted cock still inside him, Haesu gave a shallow thrust, and Suho let a moan slip through his teeth and clutched the sheet. Remembering the arms that had wrapped around his neck earlier, Haesu grabbed Suho’s left arm and tried to make him wrap it around his neck again—but Suho tensed and resisted.
“Want me to break this one too?”
“Break it.”
Even as Suho stubbornly resisted, Haesu frowned, unsettled by the strange feeling welling up inside him more and more.
“Break it or don’t—do whatever you want. It’s what Si-in wants—”
The moment Haesu raised his hand again at the name “Si-in,” Suho flinched and covered his face with his casted right arm. Haesu grabbed that arm and forced it down. He wanted to see the mess of a face he’d made.
“Ugh—ah, don’t move. It hurts.”
Shove, shove.
As his cock moved roughly, Suho groaned in pain. Compared to hearing him call Do Si-in’s name so sweetly, yearning for him, this was better—seeing him hurt beneath him, struggling, looking up with resentment.
And he had a strong premonition that he shouldn’t tell Suho everything about Choi Juho too easily.
Somehow, it felt like if Suho learned everything at once, he’d collapse like a shoddily built apartment in the wind—something that needed to be handled carefully.
“Hngh—ugh!”
Because he’d entered while knotted, Haesu thought Suho wouldn’t be able to feel pleasure—but when he pressed firmly on a sensitive spot, Suho’s body jolted violently. Haesu lifted the corner of his lips in a relaxed smile. Suho’s face trembled with humiliation, then gradually wavered with pleasure.
“Ah… ah…! Ahh!”
“If I rub you here, you’ll love it to death, right? Hm?”
“Hngh—n-no!”
Slide. Press.
When Haesu teased the sensitive spot with the head of his cock and pulled back slightly, Suho’s focus went hazy. A voice sweeter than when he called Do Si-in spilled from his lips, and even when Haesu lifted his left arm and made him wrap it around his neck, Suho didn’t notice.
He’d completely surrendered his body to pleasure.
“Mmngh…”
“You like it, Suho?”
When Haesu spoke gently, Suho rested his forehead against Haesu’s shoulder and shook his head. That denial was oddly cute, and Haesu lifted Suho just like that and dropped him onto his thigh with a heavy thump.
“Ugh! Ah!”
Creak.
Unable to bear the combined weight of nearly 200 kilograms, the patient bed tilted with a loud creaking noise. Unbothered, Haesu tilted Suho’s head, kissed him with his cock still buried inside, and rocked his hips.
“Mmh… mm… ngh.”
“Mmm… mm…!”
Their tongues tangled messily, just like the frantic union below. With unfocused eyes, Suho panted and drooled. Haesu swallowed all of it, then wrapped an arm tight around Suho’s waist and moved him.
“Ah… I can’t… anymore…”
“Why can’t you? It’s this swollen right now.”
“Hngh… ahh…!”
As Haesu sucked on his lips and stroked the knotted cock jutting into the air, Suho buried his face into Haesu’s shoulder and trembled. The way he squeezed his legs together, gasping harshly, eyes clenched shut as he endured it all—it was so cute that Haesu kissed his cheek again and again. Suho looked at him in pure shock.
“Fuck, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m doting on you.”
“Then just rape me!”
Suho shouted.
Haesu hummed low in his throat—“Hmm…”—and then murmured,
“Ah… even like this, it’s rape?”
As he spoke, he rubbed Suho’s nipple—standing stiff like a cock—with his palm in slow circles. The instant, unfamiliar pleasure hit, Suho clamped a hand over his mouth. With dazzling pleasure exploding in his head, he held his breath—“Hngh!”—and shoved at Haesu’s shoulder.
Haesu ignored him and grabbed both sides of the patient gown, ripping it apart.
Ping! Rrrrrip.
Even though it was a loose hospital gown, there wasn’t even time to be surprised at Haesu’s grip strength as he tore it cleanly. Using both hands, he pinched the adorably flushed, crimson nipple flat like a clothespin.
“So tell me—is this rape?”
He couldn’t even hear Haesu’s voice anymore. The unfamiliar, electrifying pleasure radiating from his nipple clouded his mind. Even so, it felt like losing if he moaned, so Suho bit down hard on Haesu’s shoulder.
“Haha. You like it?”
Holding his nipple, Haesu slowly lifted his hips from below, rubbing into the spot that made him feel it most. The more he did, the harder Suho bit into Haesu’s muscle, until he ended up clinging to the back of his neck just to endure it.
And without meaning to, that act of clinging only became a catalyst that stimulated Haesu further. The moment Suho’s arms—soft, pliant, more Omega-like now—brushed against his, a wave of sweet scent rushed straight into Haesu’s nasal passages, leaving his head blank. And the inner walls that clenched and loosened around his massive cock in response to pleasure—honest to sensation, unlike their owner’s mind—made Suho feel like an Omega who existed solely for him.
My Omega.
