“Haah, Suho.”
“Ah, no… don’t…!”
The moment the word my Omega brushed across his mind, Ji Haesu shoved Choi Suho down as if crushing him beneath his weight, his cock already buried deep inside Suho’s ass. Suho’s pale pink soles shot up so high they nearly touched the ceiling, and when Haesu pressed firmly against the nub that had formed now that Suho had become an Omega, Suho’s vision flashed white.
“Nggh, ah, th-this is… weird…! Ah! D-don’t! Don’t do it! Don’t!”
The instant his gaze landed on the pink nipples jutting out from Suho’s chest, spread open by the position, Ji Haesu latched his mouth around one nipple, areola and all, and sucked hard. Suho let out a shrill cry—was about to scream—but instead, an unmistakably Omega-like moan spilled from his lips.
That sound… came out of my mouth? That’s exactly the kind of sound Omegas make when they’re about to climax…
“Ah!”
“Suho, right now, you should only be looking at hyung.”
Thrust.
“Ahh—ngh!”
Haesu pulled out until the swollen head was barely caught at the entrance, then slammed back in, the thick, engorged flesh punching its way inside. A moan poured from Suho’s lips, sweet and sticky, like sugar simmered down for hours.
Watching the scene unfold, Jang Jihyeok blinked with eyes sunk deep into an abyss, then silently closed the door and left. Unaware that Jihyeok had gone, Haesu kept pistoning into Suho’s ass—thrust, pull, thrust—burying himself so deep that his balls flattened to half their usual size as he groaned low and long.
“Hnnngh… ngh… nnngh…”
Suho shuddered and clenched instinctively, personally squeezing down on the glans that felt like it might force its way all the way into his still-underdeveloped uterine nub. He clenched so tightly around the entire length that the entrance, stretched smooth and taut, lost all its wrinkles, and even Haesu’s balls looked like they might be sucked inside.
“Ahh… this… this is so strange…”
“What is? Does it feel strange because you think you might get pregnant, Suho? You’re kind of cute in bed, you know?”
Haesu laughed softly. When Suho, unconsciously craving human warmth, wrapped his arms around Haesu’s neck and refused to let go, Haesu hugged him back. In response, Suho let out a weak “nnngh” and tightened even more around the cock inside him.
“I—I can’t get pregnant. Ngh.”
“Then you can become another case study—an Alpha who gets pregnant.”
Haesu swallowed the words not yet and kissed the back of Suho’s neck before capturing his lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing backward through his body, Suho didn’t even realize they were kissing. With his cock still knotted, he came. From the glans, rubbed raw and red from daily encounters that were neither clearly rape nor clearly consensual sex, a thin, watery fluid spilled out, tracing streaks across Haesu’s abs like a painting.
“Haaah…”
“Hk… hnnng…”
Haesu, too, finished inside Suho, pushing his release as deep as possible toward the uterine nub before yanking his cock out hard. The swollen glans scraped viciously along the inner walls and entrance, pain flaring so sharply it felt like it might leave scars. Suho clutched his stomach and rolled onto his side.
Still lying there, panting raggedly and crying, Suho’s eyes caught sight of the 11th-floor security key peeking out from beneath the pillow.
The moment he saw it, the human warmth and sharp intelligence drained completely from his face, leaving him blinking blankly.
“Ah. Right.”
Ji Haesu followed the direction of Suho’s unfocused gaze, then—
“Here. Take it. Go to your dad.”
He said this as he snapped the card key against Suho’s bruised cheek and tossed it at him. Curled on his side, ass still spread and leaking Haesu’s semen, Suho reached out and caught the key.
—Here, settlement money. Three thousand. That enough?
How was this any different from the past, when they raped people and tossed compensation money at them?
He felt less than human. Like livestock offered up on a bed—a pig, reduced to nothing but a piece of delicious meat. Letting out a hollow “heh heh heh,” Suho picked up the security key stuck to his cheek.
Still… I have to go see Dad.
I have to go see Dad.
I wasn’t raped.
I traded sex for a security key. That’s all. I wasn’t raped.
—Is it still rape, even then?
The mocking voice that laughed at him wouldn’t leave his ears.
—I said, is this still rape?
—Hey. Is this still rape?
The very words he once said to others echoed back at him.
“Hey, Suho.”
“……”
When Suho stayed silent, head bowed low, clutching the key, Haesu stroked his hair and spoke.
“You don’t get to complain even if you’re raped, so stop bawling and hurry up and go see your dad.”
Gripping the card key with a trembling hand, Suho—his throat tightening as if being strangled once more—asked in a voice sunk even lower,
“Did he… really do the same thing to my dad, Choi Juho… to my father…?”
“You mean, was he raped?”
Haesu replied in an indifferent, bored tone.
“If you really want to know, ask when you’re ready, Suho.”
At that, Suho smiled faintly.
But the smile soon collapsed into sobbing, and Suho curled up on the sheets smeared with semen and faint traces of blood, holding his breath.
Everything I’ve done until now— the father who gave birth to me went through it too.
As expected, Ji Haesu didn’t comfort him. He didn’t hold him.
He just watched.
***
Would anything really change if I went to see Dad? Do I even have the courage to face the truth? And in the first place… would Dad tell me the truth? Still, from each person’s perspective, wouldn’t what happened back then look different?
—If you’re going to go anyway, you should go sooner rather than later.
Because Suho didn’t even consider killing himself over going to see his father, Jang Yuguk, Haesu found him disappointing—and casually tossed out a truth Suho didn’t want to know.
—Your father’s heart won’t hold out much longer. The shock Jang Jihyeok gave him was too great. So if you want the truth, it’s better to go now and hear it directly.
—Dad… is in danger?
—Maybe. Maybe not.
Haesu reached out and adjusted Suho’s bangs, which he wore long to hide the scar on his cracked forehead. He didn’t say that those long bangs had stirred Choi Juho’s longing for Suho, delivering a massive shock to his heart and possibly hastening his death. There was no need to lay all the cards on the table.
—They say your father’s heart won’t last much longer.
—You lie every time you open your mouth, you fucking bastard!
—Wouldn’t it be better to check and see if I’m telling the truth?
As he spoke, Haesu sat on a hospital bed and casually waved the security key that granted access to the 11th floor. Suho’s gaze followed it, swaying unconsciously.
Haesu wanted Suho to break free from the mold of father and come back to face him one-on-one. Among all the boring assignments he’d received since returning to his home country, this was the first one that overflowed with adrenaline and dopamine.
So don’t collapse completely over your father.
Collapse because of me. Become my Omega and fall apart in my arms—not because of your father, not kneeling in front of your brothers.
—You know your father’s personality, right? A paranoid man who’d even make his wife and brothers take turns nursing him.
—I know my dad’s personality better than anyone.
Suho’s voice returned to its usual sharpness. Even on a face where the bruises and swelling showed no sign of fading, his prickly emotions floated like buoys. Thinking he finally looked like himself again, Haesu dodged playfully as Suho crept closer, reaching for the card key.
—You also know he said he’d remove anyone from the will if the family didn’t provide round-the-clock care?
—I know!
—Then aren’t you curious what he did?
—Obviously he said he’d put me in the will! I already got the amusement park as a gift, and I’m set to inherit the casino and the megamart!
Suho snapped, as if it were obvious. But Haesu flicked Suho’s forehead lightly and asked in a low, meaningful voice,
—The three sons born to the legal wife… and the child born to the Omega he loved, who supposedly committed suicide…
—No! Hee-jae Dad didn’t commit suicide—!
—The father who gave birth to you is Choi Juho.
—…Fuck!!
Ji Haesu was like a clown who toyed freely with people’s hearts. He’d done nothing more than tap Suho’s forehead, yet Suho’s entire being was shaken. Grabbing Suho’s shoulders, Haesu led him back to the bed and whispered,
—That’s why I’m telling you to take this key and go check for yourself. Find out what’s really true and what’s false—hear it from your father’s own mouth.
Half convinced, Suho spread his legs of his own will this time and took the card key.
It wasn’t rape. It wasn’t rape. I wasn’t raped.
Suho. Choi Suho.
“Fuck… this won’t do.”
Trying to take off his hospital gown and put on a black turtleneck and jeans to go see Jang Yuguk upstairs, Suho clutched his head and muttered.
“After I see Dad today, I’m checking out of the hospital.”
“Yeah, let’s go home. You just need your bones to set, and I need some laser treatment and nasal disinfection…”
Haesu muttered while checking his face in the hand mirror he always carried. Hearing it as him saying he’d come to Suho’s place too made Suho’s skin crawl. He threw the hospital gown aside and shouted. Haesu caught it with a grin.
“Nice catch!”
He sniffed the gown deeply—sniff, sniff.
That, too, made Suho sick.
“Fuck—why are you even coming? And why the hell…!”
