For a split second, he felt like he was about to retch and clamped a hand over his mouth, but he couldn’t stop the curse that burst out anyway.
“Fuck!”
His lower abdomen throbbed with a stabbing pain, and his mouth burned as if it were parched with heat. As he searched for the reason, it suddenly hit him—he’d been fucked over by Ji Haesu again yesterday. His mind went completely white. Just how much sex had they had for him to get drenched in another Alpha’s pheromones and not even realize it?!
“Fuck, do I still stink right now?”
He rolled up the sleeve of his polo shirt and pressed his nose to his left forearm, and Ji Haesu’s pheromones hit him immediately. Choi Suho’s face drained of color. He’d definitely sprayed pheromone suppressants before leaving—so why could he still smell Ji Haesu on himself?
Just how long had he been exposed for the suppressants to stop working?
“Ji Haesu, you fucking bastard!”
That nightmare of a bastard. No matter how much he begged him to leave, he never did—coming back every night like sleep paralysis, tormenting him. He had to pay for it. Regardless of Do Si-in’s request, what that bastard was doing could never be justified.
He’ll come again today, won’t he? Just thinking about Ji Haesu sent a chill crawling down his spine and made his head go rigid. Enduring the pain, Choi Suho swallowed dryly and looked toward the sink behind the island counter. Neatly slotted there were kitchen knives that were practically brand new, unused. After staring at them with cold eyes, he pulled them out one by one, chose the sharpest one, and took it into the bedroom.
He hid it under his pillow, then slowly stripped off his clothes and dumped them into the trash can in the living room. The clothes he’d worn throughout his hospital stay—soaked through with Ji Haesu’s pheromones and scent—were slated for disposal.
This time, I’ll definitely kill him.
Now wasn’t the time to sort out priorities. If Do Si-in came looking for him, he’d apologize. If Ji Haesu came looking for him… he’d kill him.
“Haah, haah.”
Just thinking about it made his body heat spike unnaturally. Fighting the dizzy spin of his mind, he finished showering. He stayed under longer than usual to wash away Ji Haesu’s pheromones, and by the time he was done, his body was chilled to the bone, shivering.
Wearing only a bathrobe, he went straight to the bedroom where he’d hidden the knife and collapsed onto the bed. The moment he closed his eyes, sleep tried to drag him under like madness, but with his trembling left hand he forced himself upright, muttering like a lunatic.
“Dad… I have to take the tonic Dad gave me. The tonic Dad gave me…”
He had to take the tonic his dad had prepared for him.
That was the only thought controlling Choi Suho now. Ji Haesu, Do Si-in—while he was showering, they’d been washed out of his head like steam dissipating, leaving only the tonic Dad gave me burned into his mind. His body creaked as it moved. Halfway there, his strength gave out and he collapsed.
“Ugh…!”
His stomach hurt so badly he clutched it with his casted right arm, groaning as he bowed his head. Tears welled up on their own and splattered onto the floor.
It felt like something else was growing inside him, shoving his other organs aside. Was Ji Haesu’s cock just that huge, pushing all his organs upward and making him feel like this? Absurd thoughts like that crossed his mind. Even the slightest movement made his organs feel like they were surging upward, nausea threatening to spill out. Choi Suho clamped his left hand over his mouth and barely managed to crawl toward the island counter where the tonic was.
He didn’t even have the strength to stand, so he propped himself up on his knees, leaning his upper body against the island counter, and tipped over the box of tonic.
Thud. Rattle-rattle.
“Hhk… huff…”
Panting roughly, Choi Suho grabbed one of the tonic packs labeled “morning” and “evening” at random, tore it open with his teeth, and gulped it down. His stomach lurched so violently that some of it dribbled down his chin, and he nearly vomited, but he forced himself to swallow it back.
The familiar twisting nausea settled in, along with the pain that felt like his organs were being wrung out. Wrapping his arms around his stomach, Choi Suho clenched his mouth shut to keep from throwing up and lay down on the cold marble floor, shivering uncontrollably as he endured it. His whole body went pale, drenched in cold sweat. His face—still bruised, the marks now blending together—was ashen, looking like he might pass out at any moment.
Still, Choi Suho endured the pain and reached out with a shaking hand to pick up the caramel candy that had fallen out of the box with the medicine. Lacking the strength to open it with his hands, he bit into it, sucking the caramel out. His tongue, hotter than usual, slowly melted it down.
“Haah, haah.”
Wrapped in the sense of accomplishment that came from finishing the tonic and caramel his dad had given him, Choi Suho lost consciousness on the marble floor—boiler off, dead of winter.
How long had he been lying there? His body was burning so hot that his throat felt scorched, and he desperately wanted water.
He tried reaching out for some, but even that was too much—his hand dropped limply onto the bed. Then a familiar hand caught his left arm and draped it over someone’s neck. A thick, masculine neck with bulging veins. And from the soft cheek that drew close to him, a sweet, fruity scent.
More than anything, it was warm. That was nice. Using even his injured right arm, Choi Suho pulled the neck into a clumsy hug and whined under his breath, exposing a vulnerable side he rarely showed.
“Mmm… it’s nice. Hold me.”
“…Huh?”
“It’s warm. Hold me…”
Unable to open his eyes, Choi Suho murmured. With both arms wrapped around his neck and his legs spread wide, begging to be held even as he was being raped—Choi Suho looked oddly cute like this, and Ji Haesu blinked slowly.
When he arrived, Choi Suho had been collapsed on the marble floor, burning up with fever. Seeing it hadn’t stirred much emotion.
Just as Do Si-in had requested, Choi Suho was steadily becoming an Omega. He just didn’t know it himself. Every symptom was a sign of Omega manifestation. His nausea and the constant twisting pain came from a uterus forming inside him, displacing his organs. His muscles were shrinking, replaced by fat. Most importantly, prolonged exposure to a single Alpha’s pheromones could significantly accelerate Omega manifestation—greatly enhancing the drug’s effects.
Even with steady use of the medication Ji Haesu brought, it normally took around three months. But Choi Suho had taken the drugs and then fucked Ji Haesu without fail—morning, noon, and night. Each time, he’d been exposed to increasingly dense pheromones, to the point where he could no longer even recognize them. That sped things up so much that instead of three months, the transformation was completed in just one. He hadn’t realized it himself, but judging by his symptoms, Choi Suho had become a recessive Omega. In cases where someone turned Omega this quickly, every single one was a recessive Omega.
“Suho.”
Creak, creak.
“Mm, mm.”
As he thrust inside, the glans pressed deep, and the remnants of his former Alpha physiology left his cock thick and swollen—he even looked like he was about to knot. Even as a recessive Omega, he’d once been an Alpha up front, huh? Finding it cute, Ji Haesu stroked the erect cock, and the head swelled further in his hand.
“Mmmh…!”
An Omega in back, an Alpha that could knot up front… what a joke. Thinking that Jang Jihyeok would probably love to see Choi Suho reduced to this state made Ji Haesu’s stomach twist again. Just imagining the look of delight on his face left him feeling sick.
Why am I like this? Lately, just thinking about anyone else seeing Choi Suho break like this puts me in a foul mood. No—more than that. It feels really fucking bad.
Only I get to see Choi Suho fall apart and cry.
The moment that thought shot through his mind like an arrow, Ji Haesu’s hips slammed harder, the impact sounding wet and brutal. At first, he’d planned to fuck Choi Suho without him realizing and leave, but now Ji Haesu hauled both of Choi Suho’s wrists up over his head.
“Ugh! Ahh!”
Wham!
“Ah! Something’s… wrong! Ngh!”
“Haah, Suho. Haah… I only want to fuck you!”
The moment those words hit his ears like a target, Choi Suho’s fever-dazed eyes forced themselves open. What he saw was Ji Haesu, blurred as if wrapped in a veil. Neatly kept brown hair, clear brown eyes, pale, beautiful skin—and on top of that, a gentle, handsome face that perfectly matched his taste. Staring at the man raping him with a face that looked utterly incapable of doing anything cruel, Choi Suho panted and spat out a curse.
“Fu—ck. You… cough… you really wanna rape… someone who’s sick…?”
Ji Haesu smiled faintly.
“Didn’t you?”
“I—cough! At least… I didn’t!”
“Really?”
Reeeally? Ji Haesu dragged out the word with a smirk. Choi Suho wheezed out his breath. He’d reached the point where he had nothing left to say, no matter what was done to him. Whatever Ji Haesu did, all he had to say was, You’re the one who did it first. You’re the one who was wrong. Isn’t that right?—and Choi Suho found himself accepting it, letting it happen.
Because Si-in wanted that. No—was it just Si-in? All the victims, Si-in included… his dad, who had taken his own life—they’d all want this.
“But is it okay to feel good while you’re being raped?”
At Ji Haesu’s blunt question—asking outright if he even had the right—Choi Suho snapped and shouted.
“Fuck, I’m not feeling—mmh!”
Thrust! Press, press.
“Ah—mm!”
“Haha. After all this, huh? And you’re saying you didn’t feel anything?”
But when Ji Haesu spread his ass and started rubbing at the newly sensitive spot with the swollen head of his cock, moans begging for more spilled uncontrollably from between Choi Suho’s clenched teeth. As his jaw ground together with an audible creak, Ji Haesu, staring at him with an aroused flush spreading across his face, leaned down and kissed him lightly.
Their lips met, and with it their bare upper bodies pressed together. Ji Haesu frowned.
For someone who just manifested as an Omega, he’s pretty hot. Or is it because his baseline temperature’s low, so it feels hotter?
“Mmh, mmh!”
As he sucked on his lips and roamed his hands over him, it was clear—today, Choi Suho was different from the Choi Suho he knew. He acted like a kid begging to be held. It wasn’t half bad. Ji Haesu wrapped his arms around Choi Suho’s upper body and drove his hips harder and harder.
Wham! Thud!
“Ngh! Mmmh!”
