Mother Tape Chapter 8.1

When he arrived at the building where Na Hakyoung’s lawyer’s office was located, someone who appeared to be his employee paid the taxi fare and escorted Wisoo up.

Wisoo was confused about whether this dizziness was due to the view outside the window beyond the high-rise buildings or because of his body aches.

When the elevator doors opened, a comfortable scene decorated with oak-toned wood came into view. But Wisoo still could not feel at ease.

“Welcome.”

Na Hakyoung stood up and greeted Wisoo.

“Juice? Coffee? Water? Tea? Just say whatever you’d like.”

“Coffee…. No, juice please.”

Wisoo answered in a trembling voice.

It was Wisoo’s chronic affliction to go beyond doubting his surroundings and begin to perceive them as objects of fear. This was because of the words his teacher had relentlessly instilled in him. *How strangely people must look at you, did you see that just now, they were looking at you strangely again, shouldn’t you be quiet. The only person who sees you for who you are is your teacher, your teacher will be watching you no matter where you go in this world…. *

“Mr. Seon Wisoo?”

At the sound of someone calling him, Wisoo snapped back to his senses. Na Hakyoung was personally holding out a glass of orange juice.

“I added some ice because it’s hot, is that okay?”

“Ah, yes…. It’s fine. Thank you.”

As he took the glass, his hand was instantly wet.

Without a moment to register what it tasted like, Wisoo gulped it down and abruptly got to the point.

“I don’t have much time. I want to return Kwak Bonyoung’s inheritance to Mr. Kwak Jaekwon, everything that was originally his.”

Na Hakyoung gazed at Wisoo from over his thick-rimmed glasses and then nodded his head. Soon, he opened a file folder and turned it to offer to Wisoo.

“I have it prepared. Please read it, and if there is any part you do not understand, feel free to ask anything.”

Unlike when they had first met, Na Hakyoung seemed like a kind grandfather. Although, Wisoo had never met a kind grandfather before.

And Na Hakyoung, too, received a very different impression of Wisoo from their first meeting. Back then, he could not even make eye contact with people properly…. Has he changed? If so, was the one who changed him none other than Kwak Jaekwon?

Na Hakyoung recalled Kwak Jaekwon, whom he had met at the 49th-day memorial rite. Kwak Jaekwon, who, even when surrounded by people, kept looking back as if he had left something behind.

Now, he thought he finally understood what he had been looking for as he kept turning back.

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After returning, Wisoo slept for a long time without waking. When he woke up, he could not tell how much time had passed. It was only after looking at his phone that he realized a full day had gone by. He had slept for nearly 24 hours.

He got up, washed up, and was about to take medicine on an empty stomach, but it felt as if he could hear Jaekwon’s tsk-ing sound, so he tore off a piece of bread to eat.

“Being like this reminds me of the old days….”

He found himself muttering dazedly. It was the same as before, how his mumbling echoed woong woong through the house that was as quiet as the belly of a whale.

Once that thought occurred to him, his appetite vanished. He put down the slice of bread he had not even half-finished and was about to take his medicine, but even that made his stomach churn, so he gave up. It was not that he was truly sick to his stomach, but rather because it reminded him of the medicine the teacher used to make him take.

His body was still heavy and languid, exactly like the symptoms of a cold with body aches, but it did not seem like he had a high fever, so he decided to just endure it. He was confident in his ability to endure, anyway.

Wisoo wandered around the empty house. The house was too big. The silence felt awkward and uncomfortable. It was strangely quiet. The fact that even the dead things showed no sign of presence made him feel even more strange.

Then, Wisoo suddenly felt a surge of anxiety welling up and turned around on the landing of the stairs leading to the second floor.

「….」

It was him.

Jaekwon’s mother.

Wisoo was so surprised to see him, looking so clean that he seemed astonishingly vivid and perhaps even alive, that he hurried back down.

The long hair disappeared. The dead had chased him before, but the reverse had never happened, yet Wisoo was unknowingly rushing.

“Just a moment, wait, just a moment…!”

Even though he knew his voice would not reach them unless they were borrowing his body, Wisoo shouted.

In the midst of that, he did not even realize he had gone past the yard and out onto the street. His feet were, of course, bare.

Wisoo chased only after Jaekwon’s mother, and suddenly, he came to a sharp halt and looked back at Wisoo from across the street. They, who had no physical bodies with feet, were this fast. Wisoo, who had been panting, took a step towards him.

And then, a long horn, like the beat of a heart, blared.

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Hwang Gujo, who was smoking in the smoking area outside the hotel, casually threw a glance at a taxi that was just pulling in. And his indifferent eyes widened upon seeing the staggering figure getting out of the back seat. He threw away his barely smoked cigarette and ran towards Wisoo, whom the driver was just grabbing.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo?!”

“Do you know him?”

The elderly driver asked, his face full of anger.

Hwang Gujo looked at Wisoo, who was held in his hand like a rag doll, and nodded.

“Yes, I know him. What is the matter?”

“Well, he was in a daze and just said the name of this place, so I brought him, but wouldn’t you know it, he gets out without paying. If you know him, you’d better pay for him.”

“Yes, yes. I will. How much is it?”

Hwang Gujo answered somewhat irritably, seeing Wisoo’s condition, which did not seem right.

Giving more than the amount he was told, Hwang Gujo said he could keep the change and pulled Wisoo into the lobby.

“What are you doing here? I went by yesterday and you were sleeping, so I just left, but did you take your medicine? We were about to leave just a little later….”

He felt like he did not even know what he was saying right now. As the words rambled out incoherently, Hwang Gujo swept his hair back.

Even during all this, Wisoo had no reaction. His focus was not sharp, as if he were just staring blankly into space, and his pupils were somewhat dilated.

Hwang Gujo was about to shake the arm he was holding, but then his eyes widened when he saw the scraped wounds on one of Wisoo’s palms and from the opposite elbow down to the wrist.

“Did you fall?”

Only then, as if just realizing he was hurt, did Wisoo look at his own wounds with an unfamiliar gaze.

But even after seeing the wounds that would make anyone cringe, Wisoo just remained dazed. While Hwang Gujo, in his haste, took him to the lobby restroom and carefully wiped the wounded area that was still covered in dirt, Wisoo turned his head and stared at himself in the mirror. As if looking at a stranger.

“I’ll go ask if they have any medicine.”

“…Where’s Jaekwon?”

“Pardon?”

Wisoo, no, ‘Wisoo’ was still just looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Although he had clearly heard Wisoo’s voice with his ears, in Hwang Gujo’s mind, it was perceived as a different sound. Should he call it noise, or should he say it was as if reverb had been added. It was hazy yet left an extremely grating aftertaste.

But before Hwang Gujo could become dazed, Wisoo urged him again.

“Where is Jaekwon?”

Before he could even feel puzzled by Wisoo calling him just ‘Jaekwon’, Hwang Gujo, as if possessed, first muttered the top floor where he was staying.

“You need a key card to go up.”

“Then swipe it for me.”

The sound, still creaky yet slow, filled his head.

Hwang Gujo dazedly headed for the elevator.

He felt hazy, as if trapped in a dense fog.

He swiped the key card and added that they had rented out the entire floor, which had only three rooms, along with Jaekwon’s floor, and which room number to go to.

At that, ‘Wisoo’ nodded his head and pushed Hwang Gujo out of the elevator.

“Thank you. Your role ends here.”

The elevator doors closed, and the floor number slowly climbed.

Only when it was nearing the top floor did Hwang Gujo come to his senses as if waking from a light sleep. He shook his head and muttered, “Uh…?” He scratched his head sheepishly and looked around.

“Wasn’t Mr. Seon Wisoo here?”

But he himself could not be sure if what he had seen and touched was a dream or not.

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The elevator doors opened, and the thick, heavy pheromones that Wisoo should have definitely felt by now poured generously into the briefly opened space.

Wisoo, standing stock-still, felt his hand flinch. Soon his cheeks became flushed and he let out a ragged breath, but his gaze and expression remained unchanged. As if his body was separate and he himself felt nothing, Wisoo headed towards the room where Jaekwon was.

But his steps faltered several times. Wisoo staggered and finally came to a stop, leaning his forehead against the door.

Though he was breathing heavily, there was no change in his expression, but his underwear was already damp, and his body was reacting, naturally releasing pheromones.

Wisoo knocked on the door. When there was still no answer, he pressed the doorbell.

As if possessed by something, it was a ruthless intrusion, lacking the consideration and courtesy uncharacteristic of Wisoo.

How long had he been knocking? A presence was felt from inside. Only then did Wisoo pull his body away and barely manage a smile. It was a bewitching smile that the usual Wisoo would never show.

The door opened, and Jaekwon appeared. Drenched in sweat, he slowly registered Wisoo with unfocused eyes.

“Hello, Jaekwon.”

“……”

Jaekwon moved his body slowly. His muscles, more taut and tense than usual, twitched like living creatures. He was like a giant fish just pulled from the sea.

He supported himself with his arm on the doorframe and asked.

“Who are you.”

His unfocused eyes and cracked voice made Jaekwon seem unlike Jaekwon, just as Wisoo did not seem like Wisoo right now.

“You… you’re not Seon Wisoo.”

Kwak Jaekwon sneered, lifting only one corner of his mouth crookedly.

“Jaekwon-ah…. You don’t remember me?”

“Don’t know. Someone like you.”

“Why don’t you remember me.”

Soon, ‘Wisoo’s’ large eyes filled with tears.

Jaekwon likes it when Wisoo cries, but not like this. All he felt was displeasure stemming from the sense of incongruity.

Normally he would wait, but right now, he was in a state of rut. Moreover, pheromones were flowing from Wisoo, and unlike the painkillers that were so damn ineffective, just inhaling and being near them was easing Jaekwon’s pain.

There are occasional stories of people on the verge of dying from thirst who jump into the sea and die from drinking saltwater. Jaekwon was about to become the protagonist of that foolish story. He unhooked the double lock and yanked ‘Wisoo’ inside. ‘Wisoo’, who had been saying, “I, came to see yo…,” nearly bit his tongue. Crashing kwang against the wall and being trapped in the naked Jaekwon’s arms, his unfinished words were to remain forever incomplete.

“Ah, fuck.”

Jaekwon irritably wiped under his nose. He thought his head felt dizzy, and it turned out he had a nosebleed. After wiping it a few times, he saw Wisoo’s clothes, pulled them, and rubbed them clean.

“Right…. You came to see me?”

“Yes….”

‘Wisoo’ smiled shyly. Jaekwon smiled back, then tilted his head.

“But why did you bring something weird along. I’m shy around strangers.”

“Were you?”

“Playing dumb… How cute, you piece of shit….”

Jaekwon, laughing crudely, grabbed Wisoo’s chin with a kwak. Then he jerked his head this way and that, making it whip around, before fixing it firmly to look at him again. Red blood flowed from under his nose again. Jaekwon wiped it away roughly, then smeared his blood on Wisoo’s lips. As soon as his blood touched them, Wisoo’s eyes rolled back with a hwik and his legs gave out. As his legs were about to collapse hook underneath him, Jaekwon inserted his thigh between them to support him.

When Wisoo, who seemed to have momentarily blacked out, opened his eyes again, it had not been a moment or an instant, but nearly an hour had passed.

“Mr. Kwak, Kwak Jaekwon?”

Startled, Wisoo looked around wildly.

“Why, why am I here?”

“You’re asking me that?”

Jaekwon was definitely different from usual.

Wisoo felt a splashing sensation on the soles of his feet, so he lowered his head, and was startled to see his fully erect member, causing him to jerk his head back up. What he had thought was splashing on his soles was actually because Jaekwon’s pheromones had drenched the room that thickly.

“Why did you come?”

“I, I don’t know. When I opened my eyes, I was here.”

“And why are your hands hurt.”

“Me? My hands?”

Wisoo tried to look at his hands, barely holding onto his tongue and mind that were threatening to go completely limp. But that was blocked by Jaekwon’s thick forearm.

“I’ll, I’ll blow on it for you.”

“Ah, aht!”

Jaekwon’s thigh came up a little higher, stimulating Wisoo’s groin from bottom to top. His vision flashed.

“Not just there, but other places too.”

“Wai, wait a minute. Mr. Jaekwon, your body right now, it’s too hot.”

“You’ll become like that soon too. You like my scent, don’t you.”

Jaekwon, smiling slyly, seemed like a drunk person, and also like someone who had lost his mind.

Jaekwon lowered his hand and interlaced his fingers with Wisoo’s. Tilting it up at an angle, he licked the wound scraped by the asphalt.

“Wisoo-ya.”

His tongue still on Wisoo’s wound, he lifts only his eyes and calls to Wisoo with slurred pronunciation.

“Who lured you in?”

“Ah….”

But Wisoo had already been exposed to Jaekwon’s pheromones for a long time and was only barely maintaining the shape of his consciousness. From the moment the tongue touched him, he could not think of anything, as if he had been electrocuted.

Jaekwon supported the crumbling Wisoo and pinned him firmly against the wall using his own body.

He licks the wound. There was a fishy, metallic taste. He licked other parts of his body too. From the body that was slightly damp with sweat but had no wounds, there was a sweet taste. He lowered his head, then saw that his nipples seemed a little more swollen than usual, tilted his head, but then decided it was better for biting and bit down with his teeth.

His whole body feels like it is turning into water, sloshing, about to burst and flow away.

“Wait a minute, I, I’m, going to come….”

He is only barely maintaining his bodily form with a very thin film of plastic.

Just as Wisoo said, sweat and tears and precum were coming out of him.

It seems the wall is melting, Jaekwon is melting, and he too is melting, and they will finally become one. He liked that so much that Wisoo, while crying and smiling, while blissfully elated and dizzily sinking, hugged him.

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The blissful elation was but a fleeting moment.

Wisoo was literally stripped in an instant, as if sucked clean down to his very core. The foreplay, unlike usual, was fast and violent.

He could not come to his senses. At some point, Wisoo’s body was bent so far that his toes were touching past his shoulders. Jaekwon licked Wisoo’s entrance persistently, as if there were a table set before him. He would sweep as if spreading something wide and then jab with the pointed tip of his tongue.

“Ah, ah, ah, no…. I-it feels like it’s going to get pulled…out…ah….”

Wisoo’s body trembled violently, unable to even scream, only managing to let out a voice that was fading away.

His knees trembled. Every time Jaekwon inserted the pointed tip of his tongue and then pulled it out, it felt like the flesh inside would be dragged out with it.

Jaekwon pulled his tongue out. He purposely stuck it out long and straight and lifted his head, so the long trail of saliva was visible. It was even wetter because of the fluids that had come from Wisoo’s body, not just Jaekwon’s saliva. It was a scene so excessive it was hard to look at with a clear mind.

“Haah….”

Unlike usual, Jaekwon was silent. He lowered Wisoo’s lower body a little and then urgently gripped his own member. It was so red and bloodshot it looked like it might burst, and the veins stood out as if vines had been wrapped around his dick. It was so indescribably grotesque compared to usual that if Jaekwon had more pubic hair, one would not have doubted it for a beast’s. The amount of pre-ejaculate was also more than usual.

“Wai, wait a minute….”

Overwhelmed by its size and heat, Wisoo hiccuped and waved his hands in refusal.

But if such things could register in his eyes and trigger patience in his mind, it would not have been called a rut in the first place.

“……”

Jaekwon slowly tilted his head. It was a cute gesture, like a slight head tilt, but it was not cute; it had a murderous quality, like a predator checking if its prey was still alive before swallowing it.

“Hic, wai, wait…. Jae, Mr. Jaekwon, I mean….”

“Yes…. Mr. Jaekwon is right here.”

That was not what he meant….

Wisoo became lost in a daze at Jaekwon’s smile that began to slowly spread across his face.

And Jaekwon took that opportunity to shove his member deep inside. Puook.

“…Kkeu, ah!”

Wisoo was like a fish speared by a harpoon, unable to move. In the midst of it all, he hiccuped, letting out a hic, and tightly clenched Jaekwon’s weapon-like penis that had pushed halfway in.

“Ha…!”

Jaekwon let out a groan as if it were an exclamation. He looked pleased. He had an expression that said he felt alive.

Things that explosively increase during a rut period include not only sexual desire but also violent tendencies, as well as muscular strength and lung capacity. Jaekwon put his hands under Wisoo’s armpits and lifted him up with a jerk.

“Huh…? Ah, ah, ah!”

Before he could even collect his startled mind, Wisoo began to be frantically fucked inside while being held by Jaekwon.

It was fast, and persistent. It was only natural for accuracy to decrease with speed, but despite the acceleration, the place it pierced was precise.

Wisoo was shaken like crazy, and even though it had penetrated less than usual, he was poked kook in the innermost part, the cervix that was closed like thick lips, and flinched.

“Ah, wait, ah!”

It had not hurt this much before, but it was quickly crushed as if it had descended or was more swollen than usual.

But Jaekwon did not stop. Wisoo’s feet dangled beside his legs. If this had not been a bed, he would have been dangling in the air, being shaken wildly.

“Uwah, ah!”

Wisoo threw his head back with a hwik. Saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth. With every hiccup, hiccup, it felt like Jaekwon’s member was getting bigger.

“Kkeu…! Heuah, ah! Ang, aht! Ah, please, ah!”

Wisoo frantically scratched at Jaekwon’s arms.

Even before the feeling of I’m going to cum arrived, water burst out from his front with a pushyut, pyut, as if he had broken. It was so sudden that the water came faster than his semen, which was bewildering. His chest and Jaekwon’s lower face were soaked in the fluid he had spurted. Jaekwon, rubbing his equally wet face against Wisoo’s wet chest, muttered.

“Why are your nipples so hard….”

He switched from rubbing with the bridge of his nose to biting with his teeth.

“No, are they swollen….”

“A-euk! Ah! Jae, Jaekwon! Ah, wai, wait, listen to me, heu-eung…!”

But Wisoo, too, was gradually reaching a state where he could no longer speak.

Jaekwon, who would normally have continued the act more leisurely and persistently, this time rushed as if ejaculation was his only goal. Wisoo’s body was stretched out straight, on the verge of arching all the way back. Jaekwon supported his lower back and kneaded Wisoo’s buttocks with his free hand. The force was so strong that handprints quickly formed.

“Heu-eong, euk, heu, heu-eu… eut…?!”

Wisoo, who was about to feel relieved that the thrusting force was getting stronger but a little slower, had his eyes fly wide open. Jaekwon gripped Wisoo’s buttocks tightly. As if he knew exactly what he was about to do.

Literally, Wisoo tried to pull his body away and escape. If Jaekwon had not been pressing him down, he surely would have. Inside him—it was a ridiculous thought, but inside him—Jaekwon’s member was swelling.

“Ah, no! Ah!”

Wisoo’s eyes rolled back slightly. He trembled bareureu, and when he came to his senses again, it was still swelling.

“Heo-euk, heok, heok. Heok.”

He gasped for breath raggedly, as if hyperventilating. Jaekwon, who was staring up at him blankly, pressed Wisoo’s Adam’s apple and then released it.

His eyes fluttered kkapul, rolling back and then returning. How much time had passed? When the hand left his Adam’s apple, Jaekwon’s penis, embedded in Wisoo’s belly, had swollen like a hard horn and taken root, and the hiccups and hyperventilation had stopped.

“Wh-what do I do….”

Startled, Wisoo dazedly let tears fall ttuk ttuk.

“What do, what do I do. Inside… isn’t there a ho, horn-like thing stuck, stuck inside me…?”

The bone that unfolded from the base of Jaekwon’s dick also increased the rigidity of the entire penis. It was not surprising that Wisoo would imagine something like a thorny horn.

“Hy-hyung.”

Wisoo pleaded without realizing it. The fact that this memory would not remain with Jaekwon was truly regrettable. If it was a punishment, it was a punishment.

“Hyung….”

Sniffling, Wisoo tried to lift his hips, but then cried out, “Ak!” Even just a slight lift felt like his insides would be pulled out. Terrified, with his pupils unfocused, Wisoo threw his arms around Jaekwon, who was staring only at him with a persistent gaze.

“Ah, it feels like my insides are going to flip over…. Heo-eoong…!”

When he burst into tears, Jaekwon, who had been still, slowly began to pat him. Then, he carefully lay back, causing Wisoo to end up in a position of lying on top of him.

“Ah, aaak! Ah, heuk…. Ah, it hurts….”

Wisoo rubbed his wet face against Jaekwon’s chest.

At that moment, a thick pheromone began to flow from his chest and the nape of his neck. It had been thick until now, but it had been one-sided and so coercive it was a little frightening; in contrast, this felt cozier and more caressing.

“Aah….”

Wisoo’s eyes, too, slowly unfocused like Jaekwon’s. It felt as if tiny hands were approaching, and at the tips of those hands, other hands were connected, creating countless jelly-like maple leaves that were caressing his body.

His twitching, trembling body slowly began to relax. Wisoo’s penis, which had gone dead from pain and tension, slowly began to get erect again, and the opening of his urethra puckered dalssak, his lips parting slightly. As if he wanted to cum but was lacking just a little, just a little bit of movement. In response, Wisoo’s hips also twitched.

“Ah, feels…good….”

His whole body was melting, turning into liquid right then and there.

It was as if Wisoo could see his own transparent, pale blue body mixing with Jaekwon’s body, which was a deep blue and transparent like the color of the deep ocean. As if his very soul had escaped his body.

Wisoo came as if he were pissing himself. Jaekwon’s member slowly became smaller. The bone had not even fully closed, but Jaekwon pushed Wisoo’s body up and pulled his dick out. Just pulling it out took a long while.

With a ppeok sound, the thickest tip came out, and enough semen to drench Jaekwon’s groin streamed out.

“……”

In an instant, their positions were reversed. Wisoo blankly stared at the face above him. Jaekwon’s eyes were still glinting with a strange light, as if his reason had not yet returned. As if he did not know he had caused him so much pain just moments ago, Jaekwon was shamelessly pushing his still bone-hard dick into Wisoo’s entrance.

“Heu-eung….”

Letting out a pained sound, Wisoo spread his legs wider and reached out with both hands to pull Jaekwon’s face in for a kiss.

It felt as if a horn was embedded in his body, and horn-like branches were growing from all over him. As if a horn that would never come out was binding their two bodies together.

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Wisoo’s toes were pushing against the sheet as he tried his best not to let his hips drop. If he did not and his hips dropped, a harsh spanking would fly his way. Then his rear would clench omjjuk, and the fluid that filled him to overflowing would start to leak before being blocked again, making his stomach feel heavy.

“How many times have I cum….”

Jaekwon muttered.

“Tw-twice….”

But to say he had cum twice, even to his own eyes, the amount was excessive, so Jaekwon stirred the inside of Wisoo’s hole and tilted his head.

“Th-that… you did the thing where your dick puffs up, too….”

Wisoo sniffled, feeling wronged that Jaekwon did not even remember making him cry his eyes out in pain by pushing it in so hard that it felt like his insides were going to turn inside out.

But Jaekwon, while not remembering what he had done, found Wisoo’s crying voice and the word ‘dick’ cute and funny, so he laughed.

“Hey. Lies. I don’t knot.”

“You did, I’m telling you…!”

A wronged Wisoo turned his head with a hwek.

Thanks to that, his already limp knees buckled, and his body collapsed sideways with a pulsseok.

Jaekwon, who had rubbed his member seuk seuk with a hand drenched in his own semen and Wisoo’s fluids, said, “Really?” and settled himself below Wisoo, who was lying curled up on his side.

“Why are you coming over…?”

“I think I might remember if we do it now.”

“Lies….”

Jaekwon’s eyes were still bloodshot, and his pupils were dilated. There was no way he would remember. His reason had not even returned.

“Heu, heuah… ah…!”

But because of his prone position, his knees were scraped, and his palms had already been injured, so Wisoo could not move quickly.

Jaekwon lay down behind Wisoo, who was lying like a small spoon, and pressed his body against his. Just placing one arm and one leg over his body made it feel like his body would disappear. Then, he aligned his member with the well-lubricated entrance and pushed it in.

There was no careful insertion like usual. Wisoo cried out, “Ak,” and was newly reminded of how considerate Jaekwon usually was to him.

He did not understand why he was here when he came to his senses, but at first, it was good. Because touching Jaekwon always felt like his whole body was melting.

But this is really melting….

Tears welled up in Wisoo’s eyes as he pushed against Jaekwon’s thigh, which was pressed against his back, with the sole of his foot. But it was no use.

Jaekwon wrapped his arms completely under the crooks of Wisoo’s knees. He was put into a position as if he were about to pee. Wisoo thrashed his head about, but Jaekwon just pressed his chin firmly on Wisoo’s shoulder, pinning him so he could not even budge.

“Huu, this feels so good.”

Jaekwon spat out the words, thrusting upwards with sounds of peok, peok.

“Where, ha, did something like this come from….”

He wondered if this was the rut that others experienced. The pain was dulled, and there was only pleasure. The instinct for species propagation pierced him from the tip of his dick to the crown of his head.

Wisoo, like a cat with its fur on end, scratched at Jaekwon’s arms, saying, “Stop, stop!”

“Yes. Do it more. It feels good.”

But Jaekwon was crazy right now. At this moment, Jaekwon was not in his right mind either.

“Aack!”

Wisoo came. It was a paltry amount. Jaekwon chuckled, then slightly spread the arms holding his knees and grabbed Wisoo’s now-soft member.

“Is this all, ha…! that comes out?”

“Heuah, ah! Don’t, do it. Ah! Ah! No, wait, ah! Just a moment!”

Wisoo struggled wildly. Thanks to that, Jaekwon’s dick slipped out halfway. Right now, Jaekwon was no different from a child, so that really got on his nerves. Frowning, he wrapped Wisoo up tightly like a doll and plunged down with a kwak.

Because of the rising dick and the descending body, Wisoo for a moment thought his stomach was going to be pierced. But even if his stomach was not pierced, it seemed at least another part of him received a shock of about that magnitude.

It would have been nice if it had stopped there, but before the shock could even subside, Jaekwon’s member began to swell inside his belly. Having already experienced it once, Wisoo was horrified in advance.

“Ah, ah, wai, wait a minute…. What, what do I do….”

Tears like chicken droppings fell from Wisoo’s eyes. Urine trickled out from the penis Jaekwon was holding. It was because the volume of his penis, tightly filling the inside, had grown and was gently pressing on Wisoo’s bladder.

He could not stop it. It was difficult to even apply strength down there. He could not clench what was already stretched to its limit.

“Ah, ah, ah….”

On top of that, Jaekwon was even gently moving his hips in this state. While the sheet was getting damp, Wisoo was shaken along with a dumbfounded moan.

“A-heu…?”

In the previous first experience, he had felt pleasure at the end of the pain, but this time, perhaps because the inside had been stretched wide open once, the pleasure came even faster.

“Ah…!”

Jaekwon became silent. A rut was not something where the same amount of pheromones was released throughout the entire period. When a little less came out, conversation was at least possible, but when it came out in excess, he was no different from a complete beast.

And knotting was practically a symbol of an explosive release of pheromones.

At Jaekwon’s rough breathing, Wisoo felt his own breath shortening, even though he was not being choked. As if he too were hyperventilating, he panted, and the black of his eyes dizzily turned upwards.

In his flickering vision, Wisoo coughed up prostatic fluid with a kkollok, and Jaekwon, having finally pushed open the door to Wisoo’s intimate interior, stopped with his member stuffed in there as if to plug it.

“Ha….”

As if he could finally live, he laughed softly at the end of a deep inhale.

And he, and Wisoo, both fell into a sleep as if they had fainted.

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“Ha, ha-eu….”

Wisoo’s legs are trembling.

“D-don’t let go.”

Jaekwon is still holding him under the armpits. Jaekwon, who would have nothing to say even if he had two mouths, carefully set Wisoo down in the bathtub. Wisoo, whose legs had completely given out, groaned and moaned as he slid down.

“Oops.”

Jaekwon hurriedly caught his body. In the end, he too got into the bathtub. Water sloshed over the side, and Wisoo looked at Jaekwon resentfully, especially at his penis with a hateful gaze, but because it was difficult to move, he ended up entrusting his body to him.

“Is it… over now?”

“Probably.”

Jaekwon replied in an apologetic tone.

He too felt that his body was much fresher. The skin of his dick stung a bit, but other than that, he felt light, as if he had been wrung out like a towel. Besides, he was not in a position to complain about his dick skin stinging. Not when he saw the state he had left Wisoo in.

“Was I like this when I was in heat…?”

“I would have been less sorry if you were.”

Jaekwon’s appearance as he swept back his wet hair was somewhat unfamiliar. Wisoo had mostly seen him with his hair down comfortably.

He was resentful of Jaekwon, who did not explain things well to people and had thrown him, who was bewildered, around this way and that. And yet, even though it was a good opportunity because even Jaekwon seemed sorry now and would likely indulge his whining to the fullest, Wisoo became lost in a daze at that appearance and let the time slip by.

“Ha…. I really need to start lobbying.”

Jaekwon, creasing his handsome eyebrows, pressed his forehead jigeun jigeun with his raised index and middle fingers.

“Whether my dick bursts or not….”

“No!”

Though it was not even his own dick, Wisoo reacted to Jaekwon’s muttering.

“It can’t burst!”

Jaekwon lazily opened one eye.

“Why not. It’s not Mr. Seon Wisoo’s dick.”

“St-still, for now.”

Wisoo felt the urge to confidently claim Jaekwon as his own. It was greed. From the moment he first saw this man until now, when he knew he had to let him go, he had been terribly greedy.

“…for now, you use it on me.”

“A little while ago, you looked like you were about to hit me because you hated it so much.”

“As long as it doesn’t swell up like this time, we’re fine….”

Jaekwon looked at Wisoo, who was avoiding his gaze, for a moment, then lowered his hand. Then, he firmly pressed the perineum, which had been chafed by his pubic hair and flesh until it was red and plumply swollen.

“Ah!”

Wisoo reacted almost as if he had jumped on the spot.

“You’ve taken it in hard.”

“Euh…. It hurts. You just took it out a little while ago… can’t we just leave what’s in there for now…?”

In any case, an omega’s body is different from a beta’s like Gujo, so leaving it inside for a bit probably would not cause a problem.

Still, Jaekwon shook his head at the potential mishap that could occur, no matter how much he himself had tied it off.

“No.”

Parroting Wisoo’s words, this time he did not press the perineum but the hole itself.

“Ah, it hurts!”

But he could not approach any further because of Wisoo, whose eyes were welling up with tears as if it really hurt.

His firm resolve crumbled in an instant. This time, no matter how you looked at it, 90 percent of the fault was his, so Jaekwon decided to indulge Wisoo’s whining.

“Alright…. But let’s take it out when you’re a bit better. You’re going to ruin a lot of underwear.”

It seemed the biggest problem was that they had fallen asleep while knotted at the end. His own dick was thoroughly soaked in Seon Wisoo’s fluids and pheromones. Thanks to that, it seemed his rut had ended earlier than usual.

For that very reason, Jaekwon felt relieved and at the same time, troubled.

How could the person most compatible with him be Seon Wisoo? Unlike his preference, Seon Wisoo was thin and small-bodied, and though he was surprisingly potent for his size, he still did not have much stamina.

But he could no longer talk about preferences. Because recently, there was nothing more self-evident than the fact that he got turned on by Seon Wisoo.

“There’s a sound outside.”

Wisoo, who had been dozing off again, muttered. Only then did Jaekwon also notice the presence outside.

He’s sensitive….

“I asked for cleaning. It’s unusually messy.”

“……”

Seen from behind, Wisoo’s round ears and the nape of his neck all turned bright red. It seemed he remembered the fact that he had been impolite.

“Well, it was cute.”

Jaekwon let out a pfft of a laugh. It was not an empty compliment, but Wisoo seemed to have taken it as a ridiculous attempt at comfort. Wisoo slid his body down, going bogeureureu until he was submerged up to the crown of his head.

“Oh my, that’s dangerous.”

Of course, Jaekwon pulled him out right away, but Wisoo’s entire body was still bright red.

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He even ordered room service. Wisoo, wrapped snugly in the robe Jaekwon had put on him, was dozing off kkubeok kkubeok, barely eating the seafood pasta.

In the end, it looked like he was about to plant his face in the bowl, so Jaekwon picked him up and laid him on the bed. He carefully wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth and untied the robe in the reverse order of how he had put it on him.

“Where did you come from with all these scratches.”

He clicked his tongue and looked disapprovingly at the wounds wrapped around Wisoo’s palm and arm.

In truth, besides there, the state of Wisoo’s lower entrance and nipples was also disastrous. He thought he needed to get some medicine.

Jaekwon was wearing only pants and a robe. Then he rummaged through the clothes he had taken off. Just in case, he checked, and there was a phone in the pocket. This was not something Wisoo had brought. It was brought by the ‘Wisoo’ that was not Wisoo.

Jaekwon, who did not know such inside details, stared at the device for a while before shoving it into his own pocket.

His destination was, of course, Hwang Gujo’s room.

“You’re quite something, at the crack of dawn.”

Hwang Gujo clicked his tongue, looking at the bite marks and scratch marks left on every visible spot on Jaekwon’s hands, arms, and the nape of his neck.

“You came to your senses earlier than usual, didn’t you?”

“Seems so. Anyway, duplicate this.”

If he said it was thanks to Seon Wisoo, it seemed Hwang Gujo would get all excited, saying the two of them were a good match and that marriage might not be so bad, so Jaekwon immediately changed the subject.

“It’s Seon Wisoo’s.”

“But why are you duplicating this. Weren’t you definitely going to let him do as he pleased?”

At first, of course, he was. Jaekwon’s ultimate goal was the dismantling of Seon Wisoo. He did not want to reconstruct him. The thrill of dismantling something that Kwak Bonyoung had kept by his side, then curiosity, pity…. In any case, in the end, he was supposed to have made Seon Wisoo live alone without anyone’s help. That was why he had broadened his horizons but had not interfered.

He felt the urge to smoke. Jaekwon snatched a glass of alcohol from Hwang Gujo’s room.

“It just turned out that way.”

Even though it was an uninterestingly short statement, Hwang Gujo looked at Jaekwon in surprise.

“And send some people to the house and tell them to check if there are any cameras or anything. Every last rat hole.”

Jaekwon quickly swallowed a new glass and gritted his teeth.

“Especially the newly done bathroom and master bedroom, be even more thorough.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

“My head’s working a bit now that the rut is over. I think I need to check.”

Hwang Gujo, who immediately got ready to do what Jaekwon had ordered, asked briefly.