Choi Suho’s chin came to rest on Ji Haesu’s shoulder, his hot breath fluttering against him. Finding the bruised, swollen cheek adorable, Ji Haesu peppered it with smacking kisses and whispered,
“Suho, at this point—hah—isn’t this less rape and more you enjoying it too?”
“Mmh. N-no, ah, ah…!”
He sure was good at saying no while keeping his cock braced upright against his own lower abdomen. Ji Haesu grinned and, holding Choi Suho tightly, came inside him. Because Suho had been acting so cute, he finished faster than usual today. As semen pooled at the sensitive spot, Choi Suho’s eyes rolled back and his body trembled violently, spilling moans like, “H-hk, hngh, uuuuh!” that sounded like he might pass out. Watching him fondly, Ji Haesu leaned in and whispered into his ear,
“For a rape victim, you’re feeling way too good.”
“…!”
Choi Suho’s eyes flew open—and just before he fully returned to reality, Ji Haesu lifted his hips and flipped Suho’s body lightly, like turning over a pancake. With penetration still intact, cock and inner wall twisted together, and the pain made Choi Suho slam his chest into the sheets, screaming hoarsely,
“Ahh—ugh!”
This one really hurt. It felt like his entire inner wall had been scraped along his blood vessels, a stinging ache surging up from below. The pain was so intense that his voice broke in half as he buried his face into the sheets—and that was when something glittering slid out from under the pillow.
In that instant, his mind froze.
What am I doing right now?
But the moment Ji Haesu grabbed his hair with his right hand and seized his waist—now strangely slimmer after just a month—with his left, even that thought vanished.
“Focus on hyung right now, Suho.”
“Ah! A-ugh!”
The glans scraped along his inner wall as it slid all the way out. With Omega manifestation, the fever layered atop real, searing pain, his overheated body losing coherence as he panted and slipped in and out of consciousness.
“Hah, hah… mm, ah…”
At some point, Ji Haesu stopped caring about the pained sounds Suho made and focused solely on fucking him. He rolled Choi Suho onto his side, slung one leg over his own shoulder, and kept thrusting as if Suho were an onahole—ignoring the way the lower hole had split open and begun to bleed. Each time he slammed in, Suho’s body lurched upward; when he pulled out, blood and semen oozed messily, trailing down over his ass and thighs. His upper body jerked faintly, and the chest that had softened—muscle reduced, fat filling in—now bounced with elastic fullness.
“Suho, you need to get pregnant. Hah.”
Ji Haesu laid the pain-fainted Choi Suho flat on his back, popped a nipple into his mouth, and sucked greedily, giggling. Sweet, syrupy moans spilled from Suho’s lips. Unable to endure it himself, he drew his legs together and twitched—an endearing sight. Grabbing his knees, perpetually stained with red bruises, Ji Haesu spread them wide, revealing a cock that stood stiffly upright in midair, as if trying to knot—proud of having once been an Alpha.
“Mm, mm.”
“Want me to suck this too?”
Wandering through the blazing haze, Choi Suho finally forced his eyes open and reached out weakly, murmuring,
“H-hold… me…”
“Huh?”
Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, rolling down over cheeks marred with dark red and black bruises as he begged Ji Haesu to hold him.
“Hold me. Hold me…”
“…What’s wrong with you today?”
Ji Haesu muttered incredulously, but his arms were already stretching out toward him—like a sailor lured by a siren’s call.
***
With the bed sheets soaked in semen, blood, and saliva, they changed locations and kept going. Compared to the first day, Choi Suho’s ass was shredded beyond recognition, the plumpened folds torn and swollen, blood beading and flowing like rainwater between them.
Sluurp.
“Ugh.”
As he pulled his cock all the way out, Choi Suho’s body shuddered violently, pain registering even through unconsciousness. Ji Haesu lifted the ass—just like the knees, the bruises there looked like they’d never fade—and laughed at the gaping hole.
Blood-tinged semen was bubbling out in soft clumps. Now that he’d fully manifested as an Omega, letting semen spill like this felt like a waste. Ji Haesu wiped up the leaking mess with his fingers and gently pushed it back inside, whispering affectionately,
“Suho, you need to get pregnant.”
So you can miscarry. And then get pregnant again. Miscarry again. Get pregnant again.
Just like you did to the client.
Ji Haesu took photos of Choi Suho—his body covered in bruises, his left arm broken and in a cast, his chest swollen and prominent—and sent them to the client. To an ordinary person, he might still look like an Alpha, but the client would know. The subtly rounded chest, nipples shaped perfectly for sucking, skin gleaming smooth like glazed porcelain—clear signs that he’d become an Omega.
[We induced Omega manifestation over a month and a half using the transformation drugs. Next step is pregnancy. Please deposit the success fee.]
Using the phone Choi Suho had given him—without Suho knowing—Ji Haesu contacted the client, and a reply came almost immediately. Somehow, Do Si-in had prepared the funds; two hundred million won in success fees were transferred.
[Thank you. Please proceed with impregnation, miscarriage, and the group rotation as well.]
Ji Haesu’s face, which had been smiling leisurely at the first sentence, stiffened almost imperceptibly at group rotation.
A gang-bang, huh…
—XXX-nim, when can we fuck the young master?
Just earlier today, on the way to Choi Suho’s mansion, one of the subordinates who’d entered the country with him from his homeland had said that in their native language—and Ji Haesu had smashed his face in with a fist.
He’d worked with that subordinate for ten years; someone precious to him. But the mere thought of sharing Choi Suho made him lose control and lay hands on him. It wasn’t like him. With previous clients, he’d accepted jobs like that without blinking—rape, gang rape, whatever—and carried them out cleanly. So why couldn’t he do it with Choi Suho?
Just because he’s cute?
Deep in thought, Ji Haesu turned back toward Choi Suho.
“Suho.”
Something was wrong. Choi Suho’s slender but well-defined arms were wrapped around his own torso, his body shaking uncontrollably. The bruises made it hard to tell, but his face was deathly pale, slick with cold sweat, his hair plastered to his skin.
Is he in pain from Omega manifestation? Alarmed, Ji Haesu stared at him and touched his cheeks, his body here and there. Choi Suho panted, muttered incoherently, then grabbed his wrist.
“Hold me… don’t go…”
“What?”
Tears streamed down from Choi Suho’s eyes.
“Si-in… don’t go…”
At that moment, Ji Haesu’s face hardened with fury.
Who are you calling right now? The client’s name?
As Choi Suho sobbed, begging, “Don’t go, don’t go, Si-in. I—I was wrong,” Ji Haesu climbed on top of him.
“Choi Suho.”
“Si-in, I was wrong—”
Smack!
“…!”
Without a shred of guilt, Ji Haesu slapped Choi Suho’s left cheek—the one with fewer bruises, at least. The blow rang loud enough to make his ears buzz. Choi Suho’s head snapped aside; clutching his cheek, he blinked blankly.
Smack!
“Ah!”
The right cheek followed. Before the pain on the left could fade, the raw, burning ache on the right overwhelmed him. His ears rang violently, his head going numb. Then his hair was yanked, his face pressed into the pillow, his legs lifted.
A familiar atmosphere settled in. Feeling the fluid trickling along his swollen perineum, Choi Suho screamed,
“Don’t—fuck you, bastard!”
But the hole gave way too easily, and a long, thick cock slid straight in.
“Ugh!”
The sensation of his organs being shoved upward was something he could never get used to. Overcome by the bloated foreignness, he turned his head to retch—but Ji Haesu held his hair, preventing even that. Saliva pooled and spilled from the corner of his mouth. Coughing it out, Choi Suho looked up at Ji Haesu with agonized eyes.
And Ji Haesu looked back at him with a familiar gaze.
Those eyes…
“Do I look like Do Si-in to you?”
“What kind of bullshit—khhk…!”
Before he could even finish answering, Ji Haesu placed both hands around his neck. Choi Suho’s face drained white. He tried to grab Ji Haesu’s wrists with his left hand, resisting as Ji Haesu prepared to fuck him while choking him again—but Ji Haesu showed no mercy, squeezing down hard. With overwhelming force, his vision went white, his eyes rolling back.
“Ghk—khhk…!”
“Am I still Do Si-in now?”
Wham!
The sound of a human body being struck echoed at the point of connection. His balls flattened as if split in half, blood-mixed semen crushed out messily. The prickly pubic hair scraped against his delicate perineum, and Choi Suho writhed in agony.
“H-huff…!”
When Ji Haesu finally loosened his grip, Choi Suho coughed violently, tears streaming—tears born purely of physical pain.
“Fu-ck… you’re Ji Haesu…!”
“No. I’m—”
In that moment, Ji Haesu spoke his real name.
“I’m Yoo XX.”
“What… khhk!”
