Love Born of Pity Chapter 11

Do Yeonjae turned Kwon Jiho around. His large hand moved towards the opening that would never be wet unless it was under running water. He pressed his fingertips firmly against the tightly closed wrinkles, causing Jiho’s slender waist to tremble.

Normally, Yeonjae would have eased up a little, but now…

“Relax if you don’t want to tear.”

“……H-Huh, h-huh…”

Kwon Jiho couldn’t even offer to do it himself, fearing the brutal aura emanating from Yeonjae. He could do nothing but tremble. They had been intimate in the bathroom several times, but never without lube. Jiho glanced up at Yeonjae, his eyes filled with fear.

“D-Director…”

“Stop calling me that. It’s turning me on.”

Yeonjae, who had been looking down, shifted his gaze upwards at the whimpering voice. Water droplets trickled down Jiho’s wet, translucent skin. It was a reflexive action to press his lips against the bite marks that dotted Jiho’s shoulders.

Do Yeonjae gripped Jiho’s neck and held his painfully erect cock. Tracing the bulging veins, he ran a finger down between Jiho’s rounded buttocks. The tightly closed folds, resembling a dried pink rose, parted slightly.

“Fuck.”

It was the hole that had plagued his thoughts all day. Overwhelmed with arousal, Yeonjae squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. Had the culmination of the rage he felt while bringing Kwon Jiho here been sex after all? The only thing left after the evaporation of all other emotions was anticipation. Anticipation for the slender body that would quench his thirst.

At the curse echoing in the shower stall, Kwon Jiho closed his eyes tightly, resting his forehead against the back of his hand pressed against the wall. He gasped for breath, relaxing his lower body. It was then…

Do Yeonjae, who had been rubbing his glans against Jiho’s entrance, suddenly thrust inside without warning. The dark red cock pushed its way through the white flesh, splitting the buttocks. The slightly opened hole, having only swallowed the tip, stretched taut, its edges bright red.

“Ah…! H-Ah… It hurts…”

It must hurt. Even those who knew how to lubricate themselves couldn’t bear the pain of penetration, let alone Kwon Jiho.

Gripping Jiho’s thin waist, Yeonjae forcefully pushed into the dry passage. Ignoring the cries of pain, Yeonjae thrust his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one swift motion. A tearing sound echoed as flesh ripped.

“U-Ugh, ah… ah…”

“Relax.”

“H-Huh…”

Gagging, Kwon Jiho removed his hand from the wall and covered his lower abdomen, sobbing as he felt the protruding bulge. It felt like it would pierce right through him. Unaware of the tear, Jiho cried pathetically, turning around and stammering.

“This, h-this…”

“Calling my cock ‘this’? How rude.”

Before Jiho could utter another word, Yeonjae roughly kissed him, releasing a flood of pheromones. He showered the oblivious beta with pheromones, knowing they had no effect, and began thrusting his hips.

If Jiho were an omega, he would have been crying out in pleasure by now, but instead, he cried in pain. The squelching sounds of flesh and the trickle of pre-cum aided the penetration.

Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks and the corners of his swollen eyes. While his crying figure should have been pitiful, Kwon Jiho’s face only served to further fuel Yeonjae’s lust. He pulled Jiho’s slender waist close and pounded into him. The slapping and squelching sounds echoed loudly.

Kwon Jiho tilted his head back, pushing his hips forward in a futile attempt to lessen the intrusion of the cock that felt like it was crushing his insides. Anticipating the shallow ploy, Yeonjae pulled back and spun Jiho around.

He stared intently at Jiho’s bewildered face, then hooked one of his long legs over his arm, spreading his legs wide. Jiho’s flushed face instantly turned white.

Oh, no. Before his trembling hands could push Yeonjae away, the glistening tip aligned itself with the clenching opening. Yeonjae pulled Jiho down, and in an instant, he was buried to the root.

“Ha.”

“Ah…!”

A simultaneous moan escaped them. From Yeonjae, it was a sound of satisfaction; from Jiho, a cry of pain.

He began thrusting his hips, holding Jiho tightly and kissing his tear-stained cheeks. Screams of pain filled the shower stall. Frowning at the incessant noise, Yeonjae pressed Jiho’s chest against the wall. When Jiho held his breath, caught in Yeonjae’s blazing gaze, he smirked and covered Jiho’s mouth.

“H-Uh, mmph…”

“You’re pretty, but annoying.”

Unable to breathe properly with his mouth and nose covered, Jiho struggled. The back of his head hit the tile as a thick shaft tore into him. He tried to stand on his toes to lessen the penetration, but it was no use.

The steam from the running water mixed with Yeonjae’s pheromones, blurring his vision. Even though he knew they had no effect on a beta, Yeonjae obsessively coated Jiho’s skin with his scent.

“H-Ah…! H…”

“Does it hurt? It can’t just hurt.”

Yeonjae removed his hand after barely understanding the muffled whimpers of pain. He pressed his lips against Jiho’s flushed cheeks, acting tenderly, but his thrusts into the tight hole were merciless. As Jiho gasped for air, his abdomen tightened, causing the narrow passage to contract around Yeonjae’s cock.

“Ah, so tight.”

Yeonjae chuckled at the clinging sensation of Jiho’s insides and wondered if coming once would make it easier. He gripped Jiho’s thin waist, pulling him close and thrusting again. Jiho shuddered.

“Should I cum inside you, Jiho?”

At the condescendingly affectionate use of his name, Kwon Jiho tightened his muscles around Yeonjae. Yeonjae, pleased, called him “Jiho” again, and Jiho flinched, tightening once more. When Yeonjae brushed back his wet hair and pressed him for an answer, Jiho nodded.

“H-Hngh, y-yes… Yes. Inside… inside me, please.”

Trembling, Kwon Jiho obediently spoke the words Yeonjae wanted to hear. He stared into Yeonjae’s terrifying eyes, then clung to him. Yeonjae lowered his head and pressed his lips against Jiho’s exposed shoulder, licking and sucking at the soft skin. His thrusts grew increasingly forceful.

Vibrations reached up to his navel. Kwon Jiho swallowed the rising nausea and removed his hands from Yeonjae, clutching his stomach.

“H-Director, wait… H-wait a minute…!”

He was used to the absence of pleasure during sex with Yeonjae, but today, the penetration was unusually deep and painful. He felt a mortal fear of the cock that seemed determined to tear a straight path through his curved insides. Yeonjae overpowered Jiho’s struggles to escape, pulling him down and hooking his barely grounded feet over his arm.

“Ah… H-No, no, a-ahh!”

Clicking his tongue at the futile struggles, Yeonjae pulled Jiho closer by the dip in his lower back and sat him down. The deeply embedded cock bent, hitting the back wall with a thud. Kwon Jiho’s head snapped back. His trembling body and flaccid penis leaked a clear fluid.

Chuckling at the mixture of shower water and the other, warmer fluid, Yeonjae thrust a few more times, biting down hard on Jiho’s nape.

“H…”

“I’m going to knot you.”

“N-no… H-no, don’t. Don’t, h-don’t…”

Jiho’s body shook, still unaware that struggling only made it deeper. Yeonjae didn’t bother correcting him. Instead, he bit down hard on Jiho’s shoulder, already marked with bite marks. As Jiho gasped, Yeonjae’s cock swelled at the tip.

“Shh, be still.”

At Yeonjae’s voice, Kwon Jiho stopped moving, his face contorted, lips wet with unswollen saliva. Listening to Jiho’s ragged breaths, Yeonjae released another wave of pheromones. It was an act meant to ease an omega’s pain, but it was useless for Kwon Jiho.

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Squelching, slapping, and squishing sounds filled the air. Kwon Jiho continued to tremble, unaware of when they had left the shower. The cushion beneath his back was soft. His hazy eyes slowly scanned his surroundings, then landed on his legs, dangling limply over Yeonjae’s shoulder. He closed his eyes.

It seemed like Yeonjae had started moving after his swollen cock had subsided inside him, but Jiho couldn’t recall when that had happened.