“Juho hyung’s case could be called rape, sure—but yours didn’t really look like rape.”
“My dad really… Choi Juho, I mean, the father who gave birth to me…”
Choi Suho’s breathing grew ragged. Jang Jihyeok slipped both hands into his pockets and spoke in a calm, even voice.
“He’ll insist it wasn’t rape, and Choi Juho also said it wasn’t rape, that it was consensual—but it’s an obvious lie to anyone with eyes.”
“Then—!”
At that moment, Jang Jihyeok stepped closer, tilting his head up to look at Choi Juho and whispering,
“That’s your specialty, Suho.”
“……!”
Choi Suho stumbled backward, his face drained white as he clamped a hand over his mouth. It was an instinctive rejection of another Alpha’s pheromones. Proof—confirmed again and again through furtive glances, and now unmistakably—that he was steadily becoming an Omega. Having verified it yet again in this way, Jang Jihyeok smiled with satisfaction and reached out.
Choi Suho flinched reflexively, raising his left arm to shield his head, but Jang Jihyeok pretended not to notice and carefully straightened Choi Suho’s disheveled clothes.
“Your looks resemble Juho hyung’s, so I had high expectations, but…”
Unable to endure the Alpha pheromones, Choi Suho’s face grew even paler. The fact that Jang Jihyeok had deliberately not used pheromone suppressants was working exactly as intended.
“On the inside, you really take after both your father and mine, Suho. Using tricks that are so obvious anyone can see through them. We’re the same kind of trash.”
“Ugh—!”
Before Jang Jihyeok could even finish speaking, Choi Suho turned away and retched violently. Jang Jihyeok even patted his back kindly.
“Hahaha, Suho, you really look like—”
“Ugh—urk!”
Grabbing Suho by the hair and forcing him upright, Jang Jihyeok leaned in close to his ear as Choi Suho gasped for breath—“Huff, huff!”—tears streaming down his face, and whispered,
“Like you’re pregnant, don’t you think?”
The moment he heard that, Choi Suho completely lost control and grabbed Jang Jihyeok by the collar, slamming him against the bathroom wall.
“What kind of bullshit are you spewing?! I take after my dad—I’m a dominant Alpha!”
Right. No matter who you resemble, you were born a dominant Alpha. But in the end, you’ll take after Juho hyung and become an Omega.
“Ghk—khh—ahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!”
Choi Suho didn’t know it yet, but he was already no different from an Omega. When Jang Jihyeok secretly investigated, he discovered that Ji Haesu had entered Japan under the name Yamamoto Tomoshi, carrying a large quantity of illegal trait-conversion drugs. And he had secured the name Ji Haesu afterward.
Then Do Si-in—who somehow escaped the psychiatric hospital—came all the way to Seoul with his father’s death insurance payout to meet Ji Haesu. The down payment was 400 million won. The success fee was separate.
And thus, the “Take Down Choi Suho Project” began.
The first step was Ji Haesu using his pretty face to get a job at the hotel Choi Suho ran. Then he easily gained access to Choi Suho’s room and took over the task of delivering the tonic Jang Yuguk sent down every year for Choi Suho.
Once that was done, swapping out a month’s worth of tonic—laced with the special trait-conversion drug he’d created—for Jang Yuguk’s original tonic was child’s play.
“Hahahahaha!”
“Why the fuck are you laughing, you bastard?!”
Bam! Crash!
“Ghk!”
“Fuck you!”
Thud!
Rage surged to the top of his head, his body moving on its own. When Choi Suho came back to himself, Jang Jihyeok was collapsed against the sink, his waist slammed into it. Suho’s leg was fully extended, delivering a brutal soccer kick straight into Jang Jihyeok’s abdomen.
Hit square in the solar plexus, Jang Jihyeok couldn’t even breathe, clutching his stomach as he vomited.
It didn’t end there. Choi Suho brought his dress shoe heel down on Jang Jihyeok’s spine as well. Hearing the noise, nurses and orderlies rushed into the men’s restroom.
Seeing the two fighting, they shouted, “Stop it!” “Stop!” and clung to Choi Suho.
“Let go! Let go of me! I’m killing that bastard today and going to hell with him!”
Three strong orderlies barely managed to restrain Choi Suho.
“Please stop! You’re not even authorized to be here!”
“Why the hell can’t I be here?! I’m Chairman Jang Yuguk’s son too!”
“That’s not true, is it?!”
At that, confusion flickered across Choi Suho’s face. Because he’d been told he wasn’t Chairman Jang Yuguk’s son?
“How did you even get in he—”
“Let go of me!”
Thud!
“Aaagh!”
The moment an orderly loosened his grip, Choi Suho’s fist smashed straight into the center of the man’s face. There was a sickening crunch as the nasal bone snapped, and blood burst downward like a ruptured water balloon. The orderly clutched his face, screaming, “Agh! Agh!”
The other orderlies faltered, but the one who’d caused the chaos—Choi Suho himself—was standing there panting, his face deathly pale, not knowing what to do.
“Ugh… my, my face. My face…!”
The employee whose nose had completely collapsed spewed blood and sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. As the crying worsened, Jang Jihyeok—who had gotten back up, coughing lightly—pulled out his wallet, took out all the cash he had, and shoved it into the man’s shirt pocket.
“Shut up and go to the ER. And forget everything that happened here. All of you.”
“Pardon?”
“I said forget it.”
True to being Jang Yuguk’s son, Jang Jihyeok also silenced the other orderlies by sending money to their accounts to make up for the insufficient cash.
“You all checked that the money went through, right? Keep your mouths shut.”
Holding his aching stomach, Jang Jihyeok walked over to the sink. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he fixed his disheveled hair. Then he turned, smiling sweetly at Choi Suho, who was staring in shock at his own left fist still smeared with blood.
“What? Are you surprised you’ve gotten weaker compared to before?”
“Didn’t I hit you hard enough?”
“Yeah. It hurt less than it used to.”
When Choi Suho lunged at him again, Jang Jihyeok turned his back and said,
“Father doesn’t have much time left.”
“What?”
Choi Suho’s face went rigid. Jang Jihyeok leaned casually against the sink with both hands, speaking with complete composure.
“If you want to see his face and say your last goodbye, you’d better go now.”
At that, Choi Suho turned away without hesitation and sprinted out of the bathroom. The sound of the 11th-floor security door sliding open with a whirr, followed by the rapid clatter of dress shoes running toward Jang Yuguk’s hospital room, echoed down the hall.
Listening to those sounds like a piece of classical music, Jang Jihyeok lowered his gaze and smiled.
Once the only person who wants you to live dies, you’ll kill yourself on your own, won’t you?
“Hahahahaha.”
Jang Jihyeok couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up.
“Puhahaha, hahahahaha!”
Just like Juho hyung, I wanted you to die at exactly thirty.
Dying at your most beautiful age must be the fate of you father and son, Suho, Juho hyung.
Juho hyung, you wished the child born by parasitizing you would die too, didn’t you?
Things are turning out exactly as wished.
I’ll make it happen for you, hyung.
