Chapter 67
“You’re mine.”
Tae-geon’s eyes, dripping with possessiveness and affection, licked Hyeon-woo from head to toe. This body was incredibly good. His saliva was like sweet nectar, and everything from his flesh, sensitivity, body scent, pheromones, moans, down to even his toes, was all to his liking.
It was as if God had meticulously crafted this body just for him. Otherwise, it couldn’t have been so perfectly to his taste.
Tae-geon felt utterly satisfied with this top-grade living sacrifice offered to him.
As Tae-geon pressed his glans against Hyeon-woo’s prostate, he recalled Hyeon-woo from when he was still a beta. Hyeon-woo, who looked at him with eyes full of admiration and trust. His life’s savior.
Wearing a shirt the same color as a school uniform, emitting the same scent of flesh from that time, when Hyeon-woo moaned from the direct hit to his prostate, Tae-geon would often be caught in the illusion of taking Hyeon-woo from that time. Imagining forcefully parting and entering the pure Hyeon-woo who knew nothing but him, carving himself into him, sent a thrilling euphoria through his entire body.
Tae-geon buried his face in Hyeon-woo’s nape and took a deep breath. The sweet body scent filling his lungs made Tae-geon’s head dizzy, like an aphrodisiac. It was quite satisfying even without penetrating his hole.
Hole.
Tae-geon furrowed his brows.
Recalling Hyeon-woo from that day felt like someone poured cold water into his head. Tae-geon was considerably shocked by the sight of Hyeon-woo desperately trying to protect his child in his belly. An inexplicable sense of deprivation attacked Tae-geon.
Yes, that’s the right attitude towards one’s own child.
Tae-geon sneered inwardly. It was natural and proper. So there was no reason for Hyeon-woo’s behavior to be shocking, yet Tae-geon never wanted to see that sight of Hyeon-woo sacrificing himself to protect the life in his belly again. It was a sensation akin to fear that stirred up trauma, beyond shock.
Since that day, Tae-geon never pointed his glans towards Hyeon-woo’s hole. Instead, he stimulated the chestnut-sized prostate nearby, reminiscing about the past Hyeon-woo who looked at him with eyes of admiration and pure love.
Every time he did so, his lower abdomen tightened to the limit, and a sacrilegious pleasure surged. The secondary sex characteristics didn’t matter at all. He would have surely lusted after Hyeon-woo even if he had manifested as an alpha.
Han Hyeon-woo.
As long as it was Hyeon-woo, any form was fine.
“Ugh…”
Just before climaxing, Tae-geon pulled out and, as usual, ejaculated on Hyeon-woo’s lower abdomen. For some reason, he was refraining from the habit of pressing down on Hyeon-woo’s lower abdomen with his hand during intercourse. Instead, Tae-geon would pour his semen onto Hyeon-woo’s plump lower abdomen.
Each time, Tae-geon’s eyes would dangerously glisten like a beast left only with instincts. It was a look as if wary of a strange presence invading his territory.
After confirming that Hyeon-woo had also climaxed simultaneously, Tae-geon rose from his place with a satisfied face and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, pointing at his dick, he said to Hyeon-woo.
“Come and make it stand.”
Hyeon-woo, who was wiping the semen pooled on his stomach with a tissue, showed a disgusted expression. To this, Tae-geon let out a mischievous laugh and urged.
“Hurry.”
Hyeon-woo approached on his knees and sat between Tae-geon’s legs.
As he was about to take the already hard dick in his hands and put it in his mouth, Tae-geon stopped him by pressing his index finger firmly against Hyeon-woo’s forehead.
“Don’t use your mouth.”
Tae-geon leaned back on one arm at the edge of the bed, taking an observant posture.
If Tae-geon said to lie down, he lied down; if he said to spread, he spread. In the past, his body would have trembled with shame, and his chest would have burned with anger, but now it was unbelievably indifferent.
He felt empty inside. No emotions, no motivation, nothing. Hyeon-woo thought he was like a patient with a terrible disease. He felt like he wouldn’t hurt anymore even if someone stabbed the affected area with a sharp needle.
Hyeon-woo fought against internal stimuli rather than external ones. He fiercely battled against the sensation that bloomed and squirmed wherever Tae-geon’s hands brushed past.
When would it become numb? When would he be able to feel nothing? He wished all his nerves would just break down. He thought it would be good to become a body that couldn’t feel pleasure, just as he had become numb to pain.
He didn’t want to feel anything. He didn’t want to react to anything.
Holding Tae-geon’s shaft in one hand and moving it up and down, with the other hand he gathered and kneaded the tightly drawn-up testicles. This made Tae-geon’s dick harder than before.
Recalling what Tae-geon used to do to him, he moved his hands in the same way. He scratched the urethral opening with his nail, then scratched the frenulum where the glans and shaft meet. Tae-geon’s breathing became increasingly rough as he frowned. Hyeon-woo observed Tae-geon’s reactions with a dry gaze before focusing on the act again.
What was I to you?
He had dreamed of walking side by side with Tae-geon, in the same position, towards a future together. Beyond their secondary sex characteristics, he had hoped to be each other’s only companion and partner forever, like a childhood promise. He had lived believing that wherever Tae-geon was headed was the path he should follow. He wanted to be respected as an equal human being. He wanted to be loved. He dreamed of a relationship bound by affection and trust on equal footing.
No, he had dreamed.
Had there ever been a moment when I was truly equal with Tae-geon?
There wasn’t.
He was nothing more or less than Tae-geon’s possession. It was no different from a relationship of subordination based on ownership, not a friendship sharing camaraderie.
Hyeon-woo felt suffocated. He felt trapped in an inescapable yoke. If Tae-geon found out that the life he was carrying was his child, he would surely be bound in even greater subordination than now. He felt sorry and pitiful for the child that would be used as a means to restrain him.
The disgusting omega pheromones Tae-geon was buried in would pierce through his pores and slash him at a cellular level. Even when he desperately writhed in terrible pain, Tae-geon never let him go. Every time he was cruelly penetrated, Hyeon-woo vowed with a heart that felt like it was coughing up blood.
I will never tell! I won’t ever let my child know either! I will never, ever tell anyone that an alpha like you is the biological father!!
Even in a half-crazed state, Hyeon-woo clenched his teeth and vowed tens, hundreds of times. Hyeon-woo’s self-harm of scratching his arms started again, but it didn’t last long either. It was because his hellish mind suddenly became incredibly peaceful at some point.
Hyeon-woo belatedly understood. That Tae-geon was dead.
There was no more reverence, admiration, affection, lingering attachment, jealousy, hatred, or resentment towards Tae-geon. The omega pheromones emanating from Tae-geon no longer tormented Hyeon-woo. Hyeon-woo realized that Tae-geon had become nothing to him anymore.
I’m not hurt by you anymore.
As he lay idly on the bed killing time, all sorts of memories would jump out and unfold before his eyes like a film. Most of them were with Tae-geon. Hyeon-woo held scissors in one hand and cut out the emotions that had seeped into the memories. Some were easily cut away like thin paper, while others stuck like hardened taffy, refusing to come off.
Hyeon-woo gripped the handle of the scissors in his palm and brought them down mercilessly. Then even the stubborn remnants of emotions that had been firmly attached would crack and fall away in pieces, unable to withstand.
Finally, Hyeon-woo became completely calm. The old memories were no longer sad or affectionate. He became numb to everything.
Except for one thing.
Strangely, when recalling memories of K, his chest would ache with pain. He looked around to cut out the affected area with scissors, but there was only darkness. He knew nothing of K’s appearance or voice. There was only sensation, no image to recall.
Wake up. K is Tae-geon. He deceived me. It’s all fake.
No matter how many times he reasoned with himself, the more he was trampled by Tae-geon, the more the omega instinct yearned for the embrace of the alpha who had brought him solace. It was the embrace he had recalled on lonely nights even during his runaway days.
That embrace was different from other alphas, including Tae-geon. It wasn’t just about physical pleasure. Emotional fulfillment, rest and peace, the sensation of being fully loved as an omega. Even though it was only half-finished, he was cherished. He even thought that perhaps it was natural that he manifested as an omega again in that embrace.
…No, wake up.
It was all Tae-geon’s wicked trick to deceive him. Maybe this was what he intended all along. It must be a trap set by Tae-geon to thoroughly break him down.
K doesn’t exist in this world.
However, even knowing all the truth, Hyeon-woo couldn’t cut out the emotions that had seeped into those memories.
‘When beta males with dicks rub against each other.’
‘I heard the one who feels it from here lies down and offers their ass.’
‘How much of a slut do you have to be for your body to be like this, huh?’
‘Even a beta would go crazy for your hole, you.’
Even while being battered with all sorts of filthy words, Hyeon-woo couldn’t feel an ounce of anger towards Tae-geon. But when thinking of K, he would feel the pain of his insides burning black with the piercing sense of loss, deprivation, and loneliness from K’s absence.
