Come Looking for Flowers Chapter 2.2 - Polar night

“Don’t, ugh… Don’t do it, please…!”

Even though they were both men, the difference in their strength was all too clear.

Sharp teeth gnawed at his earlobe. A tongue burrowed into his ear, leaving behind a slick, wet sound. Yoonjo’s body thrashed at the chilling sensation.

The hand that had been freely swimming freely within his underwear rose to grasp his chin. Yoonjo’s lips, trembling with tears, were devoured as if swallowed whole by Kangho Won.

His eyes squeezed shut tightly. The tears that had gathered fell downward, wetting his cheeks. The low chuckle of the man reverberated through him like a tremor.

“Baby, my Yoonjo.”

His tightly clenched fist turned white, knuckles whitening. After a brief kiss, Kangho Won released his lips and slowly licked his flushed cheek. The trembling in Yoonjo’s body hadn’t stopped.

A large hand wrapped around his neck and squeezed. Overwhelmed by the fear that his throat might be crushed at any moment, Yoonjo looked up at Kangho Won with terrified eyes. Kangho Won pressed his thumb firmly against the spot where pheromones flowed most intensely, stimulating it.

Already being recessive, Yoonjo struggled to control his pheromones, but when that sensitive spot was provoked, the faint trickle that had been leaking out surged forth in a flood. Kangho Won inhaled it with satisfaction.

“Don’t take any customers until I say so.”

The words that followed were abrupt. Yoonjo’s amber eyes wavered with unease.

“Working here, wasn’t that my job?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t work.”

“What does that…”

What kind of wordplay was this? Telling him not to take customers—wasn’t that the same as telling him not to work?

The hand that had been gripping the front of his neck moved to the back, gently stroking the area. Kangho Won buried his nose in the nape of Yoonjo’s neck and took a deep breath. Goosebumps prickled at the sensation of his breath.

Yoonjo’s entire body stiffened. He wanted to swat away the hand that was slowly stroking his waist right then and there. It felt like a snake slithering over his body.

“You’ve got a customer right here.”

“…”

“Until I give permission, you only take me as your customer.”

Having inhaled Yoonjo’s pheromones to his heart’s content, Kangho Won wore the expression of a sated predator. Looking at the omega nestled in his arms with a languid face, he added, as if granting a favor:

“I’ll pay you handsomely, so don’t worry about that part.”

“…”

“The boss has plenty of money.”

Yoonjo’s pale fist trembled violently.

So, right now, Kangho Won was telling him to become his exclusive male prostitute. With that arrogant face.

“You’ve got to work, don’t you?”

This man, acting as if all of this was amusing, truly felt like a beast to Yoonjo.

“Just stay here and spread your legs whenever I tell you to earn your keep.”

Kangho Won casually groped another man’s body, letting his husky, moisture-laden voice drip into Yoonjo’s ear once more.

“If you cry prettily, I’ll pay you even more.”

“…”

“How’s that? Sounds like a good deal, right?”

Bastard. The curse that rose to the tip of his tongue couldn’t roll out of his mouth. Instead, a scalding teardrop fell to the floor.

His body, frozen with shock and despair, couldn’t react at all. He could only watch as his body was touched, his chin pressed to force his lips apart.

“Behave prettily, Yoonjo.”

A gentle command was issued.

“Because I’ll pamper you to your heart’s content.”

Kangho Won bit into Yoonjo’s swollen lips as if savoring a sweet fruit. His tongue burrowed into the inside of Yoonjo’s mouth. The temperature was overwhelmingly hot.

Each time they kissed, Yoonjo’s eyes, which had always shut tightly, remained open this time. His pitch-black, sunken eyes stared into the void. The tears that had pooled finally spilled downward.

Trapped in Kangho Won’s grasp, Yoonjo had nowhere to retreat. He could neither escape, dream of freedom, nor imagine a future.

The gaze confronting this horrific reality took on a murky hue. Yoonjo realized that this place was where he would die.

Kangho Won’s house was located a short distance from Hwayudam. The excessively spacious and grandiose penthouse, occupying an entire floor, was permeated with Kangho Won’s pheromones and scent in every corner. In that space, Yoonjo was completely confined.

The only door leading outside was the front entrance. To escape this place, one would have to pass through the entrance guarded by Kangho Won’s men or break a window and jump out—there were no other options.

The contract Yoonjo had signed with Kangho Won on the first day had several clauses added to it. To summarize the lengthy contract, it boiled down to one thing:

Lee Yoonjo, a plaything affiliated with Hwayudam, would only take Kangho Won as his customer.

Despite seeing those absurd conditions, Yoonjo had no choice but to stamp his seal. He lacked the strength or courage to refuse. As a result, he ended up imprisoned in the man’s house.

In this vast space, there was no place where Yoonjo could rest with peace of mind. It was an obvious and deeply sad truth.

Yoonjo, who had been wandering in search of a space free from Kangho Won’s pheromones, stopped in his tracks. The sound of footsteps following him also ceased.

“Stop following me.”

The watchful eyes weren’t only at the entrance. Yoonjo’s face was sullen as he turned around.

A jet-black body, a face that looked solid at a glance and seemed ready to bare sharp teeth at any moment. A black dog, with its red tongue lolling out, nudged its head into Yoonjo’s hand, panting. Far from being wary, the dog followed Yoonjo everywhere, as if unafraid of strangers.

“Don’t.”

Yoonjo liked animals, but he didn’t want to dote on this dog. It wasn’t the dog’s fault, but the fact that its owner was Kangho Won bothered him. He didn’t want to feel any affection for anything related to that man.

“Don’t do that…”

The words he was about to push away with broke off abruptly. Yoonjo’s eyes widened as he reached the living room. Beyond the large window that opened up one wall of the living room, the world outside came into view at a glance.

How long had it been since he’d seen the daylight outside? Yoonjo approached, entranced, and pressed his palm against the transparent glass.

To Yoonjo, the outside world had always been a place he had to enter, even if he didn’t want to. A place he had no choice but to step into to earn money, to pay off debts, to scrape by. That was the outside.

But now, his circumstances had changed. He couldn’t go out even if he wanted to. This wasn’t a home, yet even wearing comfortable loungewear indoors, he never felt at ease.

Yoonjo’s expression gradually darkened as he stared blankly out the window. Soon, he slid down and sat on the floor. Thud, he leaned his head against the glass. A long sigh escaped him.

The dog, which had been prowling nearby, cautiously observed Yoonjo. Then it came closer and rested its chin on Yoonjo’s thigh. Its eyes, rolling as if gauging his mood, caught his attention. In that moment, Yoonjo saw himself in the dog.

But that thought lasted only briefly. Without pushing the dog away, Yoonjo turned his head back toward the window. Ignoring the warmth touching his thigh, he watched the bustling movement below. The daylight, encountered after so long, was bright.

“Ugh…”

His groggy, half-asleep mind was foggy. Before he could even lift his heavy eyelids, thud, an unfamiliar sensation flooded downward.

His eyes snapped open. Everything around him was shrouded in darkness. Trapped in such pitch-black darkness, where even the window wasn’t visible, Yoonjo’s heart sank with a thud.

“Awake?”

His body stiffened at the familiar voice. At the same time, a sensation filling him from behind surged forward. His breath caught in his throat.

He was clearly awake, but he couldn’t see anything. Had night fallen already? Even so, it was too dark. It was as if something was covering his eyes—everywhere he looked, there was only darkness.

“You must’ve been so tired.”

“Ha…!”

“I was worried you wouldn’t wake up.”

Kangho Won chuckled as he sank his teeth into the nape of Yoonjo’s neck. The omega’s pheromones, flowing out involuntarily, were more than enough to excite the alpha.

“You were sleeping so soundly, oblivious to the world.”

“Hng, ugh… what, are you… ha!”

“Should I untie it?”

Something hard and unyielding thrust deeply into him. A large hand briefly brushed over the cloth covering his eyes. The overwhelming pleasure that hit him as soon as he came to was almost too much to handle.

“Doesn’t it feel more intense when you can’t see?”

“Ugh, hng… no, I don’t… sob!”

His voice broke off every time the man’s hips snapped upward. The unidentified cloth covering his eyes grew damp with Yoonjo’s tears.

In his last memory, he was clearly in the living room. But now, what pressed against his back wasn’t a hard floor but soft bedding.

Was it a sofa? Or a bed? More importantly, how long had this been going on? Why hadn’t he noticed? His thoughts swirled chaotically.

His entire body was drenched, burning hot. There wasn’t a single place that didn’t ache or sting. Despite having just woken up, his breathing quickly grew ragged.

“When you sleep so defenselessly like that, is it okay?”

“No, stop… please, hng!”

“What if someone raped you?”

“Ha, please…!”

“Oh, am I doing that right now?”

A large hand untied the knot behind his head. As the cloth covering his eyes fell away, bright light flooded in. His tear-soaked face crumpled. His eyelashes, laden with teardrops, trembled. Kangho Won, watching it all, licked his lips.

Alpha pheromones enveloped the omega pinned beneath him. Overwhelmed by the thick concentration, Yoonjo writhed as if suffocating. His lower body was still impaled.

Slowly, his body began to heat up. His mind, accepting the pleasure, softened, relaxing every muscle in his body.

Each time the coarse organ moved in and out, lewd squelching sounds echoed. Intertwined with Yoonjo’s gasps and whimpers, they created a perfect harmony.

“What do you think?”

“Hng, ugh…”

“The boss is asking, Yoonjo.”

The voice whispering in his ear rumbled low. Yoonjo was already struggling to endure the pheromones wrapping around him and the relentless thrusting below. His inner walls contracted, tightly gripping the scalding member. A satisfied sigh escaped Kangho Won’s lips.

The alpha’s desire to conquer surged as he watched the overwhelmed omega. To Kangho Won, Lee Yoonjo was someone he wanted to break the more he saw him.

He wanted to make Yoonjo experience firsthand that being rigid only leads to breaking. He wanted to see that mouth, which only knew how to say “no,” beg for more. He didn’t want to force Yoonjo into his arms—he wanted Yoonjo to willingly wrap his arms around his neck.

To achieve that, he had to break him. He had to engrave into that small head exactly where Yoonjo belonged.

Kangho Won slipped his fingers between Yoonjo’s tightly pressed lips, stirring the hot inside of his mouth while licking his earlobe and nibbling it gently.

“No, I don’t…!”

“Don’t like it? Doesn’t seem like it down here.”

Pressing his hips deeply, he pushed his member into the most intimate depths. A faint outline seemed to appear on Yoonjo’s flat, lean stomach. Tsk, the man clicked his tongue and pressed down firmly on it.

“So tight it’s killing me. You’re gonna snap it off, Yoonjo.”

“Hngh…”

“Relax. You gonna keep resisting?”

A massive hand slapped his backside. With a sharp smack, a fiery heat surged through him. Tears burst forth once again.

If he’d known this would happen, he never would’ve fallen asleep. He’d let his guard down, longing for the outside world he hadn’t seen in so long. Yoonjo realized too late that the sky before him was far beyond his reach.

“You got this hard-on yourself?”

Kangho Won ran his hand over the hairless area once, then gripped the erect, pink member tightly. His calloused hand was scorching.

As his member was seized, Yoonjo’s fragile body jolted violently. He frantically pushed at the man, shoving his shoulders and flailing his legs, but the man didn’t budge. A whimpering plea spilled out.

“Let go, let go…!”

“Decided to drop the formalities now?”

With a low growl, the member slid out with a slick sound. In an instant, the head, caught at the entrance, plunged deep inside. It reached places it hadn’t touched before, hitting a certain spot. At the same time, a milky liquid erupted from the member gripped in Kangho Won’s hand.

“Ha…!”

“Cumming so hard like you love it.”

Kangho Won pulled the trembling body into his arms, leaving teeth marks along the exposed jawline. Savoring the pheromones brushing past his nose, his dark eyes glinted deeply.

“I feel like I should be the one getting paid. Who’s the customer here… you’re losing it.”

“Ah, don’t, move—”

“Our Yoonjo hit the jackpot. Not many get a sugar daddy this rich.”

The aftershocks of climax hadn’t yet faded. As the thrusting resumed, their intertwined bodies rocked.

Kangho Won pulled Yoonjo’s limp arms and hooked them around his neck. Tear-filled eyes turned toward the man. Kangho Won smiled, his eyes crinkling.

“Baby.”

“…”

“You’ll die if you let go of this.”

His fingers poked Yoonjo’s arm. The voice of a wolf in sheep’s clothing continued.

“So hold on tight, okay?”

Thud. Once again, his inner walls were crushed.

Male prostitute, whore, and hole. Those words all referred to Yoonjo.

The intercourse continued almost daily.

Kangho Won sought Yoonjo at all hours. During meals, while bathing, even in the middle of sleep, Yoonjo had to take the man’s member.

A normal daily life was impossible. He couldn’t sleep peacefully, couldn’t rest comfortably, and there was no place in this space where Yoonjo could find solace.

His body and mind withered. He felt like he’d been born solely to spread his legs for this man. Every day was so excruciating that he wished he could sleep forever.

“Take good care of yourself. Pay off your debts quickly so you can get away from the boss.”

After sex, Kangho Won always handed him money. The amount varied each time but was never small. He’d empty his wallet, stuffing the cash into Yoonjo’s hands, mouth, or between his legs.

How much was it today? The wad of bills forcibly stuffed into his hand was thick at a glance. Drenched in all sorts of bodily fluids, Yoonjo stared blankly at the money in his hand.

“Eat well, okay?”

Kangho Won spoke almost tenderly. Each time the man spoke, gray smoke curled into the air.

A massive hand patted his cheek. Leaving red marks on Yoonjo’s face, the man promptly left. As the sound of footsteps faded and Yoonjo was finally alone, he slowly closed and opened his eyes with a long breath.

“…”

His empty eyes fixed on the crumpled money. Tears, which he could no longer hold back, fell with a thud. The hand clutching the money turned white.

How many days had it been since he was dragged here, caught in the hands of Hwayudam—no, Kangho Won?

Yoonjo didn’t even know what day it was or what time it was. There were no means of connecting with the outside world in this place.

His phone had been taken long ago, and Kangho Won’s house didn’t have a single television or laptop. Calendars or clocks were no exception.

All Yoonjo could do was sit in front of the living room’s large glass window and look outside. But even that, he no longer did.

If he sat on the living room floor, he’d be taken from behind against the glass. If he was eating, he’d be placed on the table instead of the food. If he was in the bathroom, he’d have to endure thrusting under the pouring water.

He was, quite literally, a plaything. Yoonjo was toyed with in Kangho Won’s hands.

Even by generous standards, Kangho Won’s manners during sex were far from good. As days passed, Yoonjo’s body accumulated marks. Bruises were the least of it—handprints, bite marks, and swelling in his lower body had become familiar.

Receiving Kangho Won anywhere other than the bed guaranteed suffering the next day. As those days piled up beyond count, Yoonjo stopped leaving the bed. Even being penetrated, a soft bed was a hundred, a thousand times better.

Losing the will to live was a natural progression. No matter what he did, he couldn’t escape this place. That fact crushed, trampled, and obliterated all his resolve.

Lately, Yoonjo lived only in bed. Naturally, the black dog stayed by his side.

The dog, which had followed Yoonjo everywhere, had its own rule: it didn’t cross the threshold of the bedroom.

But when Yoonjo didn’t leave the room for days, it began to sneak in, sniffing under the bed, then eventually jumping onto it. Once it crossed that line, it had no reservations, burrowing into the blankets to claim the spot next to Yoonjo.

At first, Yoonjo pushed it away, but he soon gave up. The large dog was too strong to shove off, and the warmth it brought to the blankets wasn’t unpleasant.

Today was no different. The only change was that Kangho Won’s return from work was earlier than usual.

At the unwelcome arrival, Yoonjo pulled the blanket over his head. The door opened, followed by a brief silence. The voice he didn’t want to hear rumbled low.

“Leo, get down.”

At its master’s voice, the dog scrambled out of the blanket. As the warm body heat vanished, the space under the blanket grew cold in an instant.

Once again, the blanket was helplessly taken from him. Even after it was gone, Yoonjo didn’t uncurl. Huddled, eyes squeezed shut, hands over his ears, he tried desperately to avoid the man. His exposed legs were covered in bruises.

At some point, Yoonjo stopped wearing pants. They’d be stripped off anyway, and wearing them was pointless. The number of pants Kangho Won had torn apart was already in the dozens.

“If you don’t have a tail to wag, you should at least shake your hips to greet me. You won’t even look at me now.”

The wrist blocking his ear was grabbed sharply. Yoonjo was forced to face the man. The piercing gaze felt like it could cut through him.

“Let go, let go…!”

“Why are you glaring like that?”

In strength—no, in anything—Yoonjo couldn’t defeat Kangho Won. His wrist was seized, and his body was pulled upward.

How much would he ravage him today? How much pain would he inflict? Yoonjo’s face, awaiting the coming agony, was soaked with fear. His trembling voice betrayed his dread.

“Just… just do it quickly…”

If it was going to hurt anyway, it was better to get it over with fast. He needed even a second to recover.

Kangho Won, who had been staring at Yoonjo, climbed atop him as if pouncing. Yoonjo’s seated body tilted, then collapsed with a thud.

It’s starting. Instinctively realizing this, Lee Yoonjo squeezed his eyes shut. He prayed that this time, the man wouldn’t finish on his face.

It’s starting. Instinctively realizing this, Lee Yoonjo squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He prayed that this time, the man wouldn’t finish on his face.

“I’m not doing it today.”

“…What?”

As if mocking Yoonjo’s fear, the man neither ravaged his lower body nor kissed him.

“Want to do it?”

Won Kangho, with a smile full of amusement, gently stroked Yoonjo’s delicate cheek with a rough hand. Yoonjo, snapping his eyes open, couldn’t hide his confusion. He couldn’t believe the man’s words. Since being dragged here, there hadn’t been a single day without sex. It was impossible to believe.

“Let’s skip the sex and go eat something.”

Was it true? The man, who seemed like he might tear off Yoonjo’s underwear at any moment, left only a brief kiss before pulling away. The ticklish sound of the kiss sent a shiver down Yoonjo’s spine.

Won Kangho grabbed Yoonjo’s wrist and pulled him up. Sitting obediently as the man led him, Yoonjo didn’t move an inch even as he watched Won Kangho open the door and walk out. The situation felt unfamiliar.

When no sound of following footsteps came, Won Kangho turned to look at Yoonjo. Seeing Yoonjo sitting there blankly, the man leaned an arm against the doorframe and tilted his head slightly.

“What’s the problem?”

“…”

“Don’t want to eat? If you want something else, I can feed you that instead.”

The hand clutching the blanket turned white. The man’s gaze briefly landed on it before flicking away.

“Up here? Down there? Just say the word.”

He seemed ready to push Yoonjo down again at any moment. Though still skeptical, Yoonjo hurriedly stepped out of bed. It was his first outing since coming to Hwayudam.

They arrived at a hanok tucked away in a quiet area. Yoonjo wiped the sweat gathered in his hands on his pants.

His stomach churned. He had clearly escaped the oppressive space, but strangely, the anxiety didn’t fade.

Won Kangho, almost dragging Yoonjo along, followed the staff’s guidance. His strides were so wide that Yoonjo had to move quickly to keep up. The staff led them to a large room.

“The meal will be served shortly. Please wait a moment.”

The people here, like those at Hwayudam, were dressed in hanbok. The difference was that Hwayudam was flamboyant, while this place was understated.

The staff who had guided them retreated. In the room, now empty except for Won Kangho and Yoonjo, a strange silence hung heavy.

The oppressive quietness made it hard to breathe. In the stillness, where even the ticking of a clock couldn’t be heard, Yoonjo quietly wiped his hands. The moderately warm towel did nothing to ease his tension.

“Baby, my Yoonjo.”

Won Kangho, who had been silent all along, called Yoonjo’s name. His rope-like voice tightened around Yoonjo’s body.

“You’ve lost too much weight.”

“…”

“We need to take better care of you.”

Won Kangho downed the liquid in a small glass in one gulp. The clink of the glass being set down echoed unusually loudly.

“You should eat and take care of yourself before I have to force-feed you.”

“…”

“Or do you want me to do it for you?”

For some reason, the smile never left Won Kangho’s face.

In that short time, the towel had grown cold. Yoonjo gripped the chilly cloth tightly and faced Won Kangho directly.

“Since I bought you with money, wouldn’t it be a shame if you didn’t taste good?”

“…”

“Take good care of the merchandise.”

A knock followed as if continuing the conversation. Staff poured in, efficiently setting the table. The wide table was quickly filled with food.

The staff, bowing politely, left as quietly as they had come. The space where the two sat across from each other was filled only with the smell of food.

“Eat a lot. Tell me if it’s not enough.”

Won Kangho picked up his chopsticks first. Yoonjo, too, reluctantly moved his hand. If he didn’t, it felt like the man would make good on his earlier words and stuff food into his mouth.

Yoonjo took a spoonful of seaweed soup and put it in his mouth. It tasted fishy. Lately, even a sip of water felt nauseating. But he couldn’t let it show.

Slowly, Yoonjo continued eating. His shrunken stomach couldn’t handle much food. Even if it wasn’t a stomach issue, there was no way he could eat normally in this situation.

That evening, back at the house, Yoonjo vomited everything he had eaten outside. As he retched, he secretly wiped away tears. He could vividly feel his body breaking down bit by bit.

He was breathing, but it didn’t feel like living. Food wouldn’t go down his throat, and he kept slipping into sleep as if escaping reality.

Won Kangho seemed to neglect Yoonjo while constantly making it clear that he was watching him.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Preparing meals on schedule had become one of Won Kangho’s hobbies. And Yoonjo had never properly eaten a single one.

The smell alone made him gag. Once, Won Kangho came up himself, insisting on watching him finish his meal. That day, Yoonjo was so sick he couldn’t leave the bed for days.

Being sick didn’t mean they skipped sex.

That was the kind of person Won Kangho was. A selfish human who acted solely on his desires. When he wanted sex, he stripped Yoonjo’s clothes, pushed him down, forced his legs apart, and penetrated the small opening.

It had been over two weeks since Yoonjo was trapped in this vast glass prison.

Yoonjo had found a task: finding a space to hide his body from Won Kangho.

In truth, hiding was futile—it was all within Won Kangho’s grasp. This was his house, and with Yoonjo’s recessive nature leaking pheromones, perfect concealment was impossible.

Still, he wanted even a moment of solitude, free from Won Kangho.

The entire house was filled with the alpha’s pheromones. Lately, Won Kangho seemed to deliberately release them. Because of this, Yoonjo sometimes faintly sensed Won Kangho’s scent on his own body. With the man pouring pheromones during sex, it was no surprise the scent lingered.

“What are you doing? Let go.”

Today, too, Yoonjo was wandering the house in search of a new hiding spot.

The dog, which usually followed quietly, was tugging at Yoonjo’s clothes today for some reason, as if trying to lead him somewhere.

At first, Yoonjo didn’t understand and tried to push it away. But the dog’s persistence was no joke.

“I said let go…!”

The dog even started growling, pulling Yoonjo’s clothes backward.

Overpowered, Yoonjo was dragged along. He couldn’t erase the confusion from his face, not knowing where he was being taken.

At the same time, Won Kangho was sitting in his office, handling business. His chief secretary, Sejun Jung, noticed a change in his boss.

The Won Kangho he knew wasn’t someone who formed attachments. Omegas were merely a means of profit for him, and he coldly brushed off those who clung to him.

He even showed discomfort at business dinners. But Sejun Jung felt his boss had changed since bringing that recessive omega to his penthouse.

Won Kangho was a man with both wealth and power. People lined up to curry favor with him.

He had never succumbed to their threats or enticements. Even when someone stripped naked or slipped him aphrodisiacs, he didn’t bat an eye.

But something had shifted since he brought that omega. It was unmistakable. The biggest change was this:

“Handle the rest, Jung.”

“Yes, sir.”

This. The Won Kangho who treated his house as a formality had started returning home religiously.

As someone in the nightlife business, Won Kangho’s day began at night. There were tasks during the day, but the real work started after sunset, when darkness cloaked the world.

To him, his house was a formality—a place to shower, change, or catch a brief nap. He spent most of his time in the office, even sleeping there. But lately, he headed home at every opportunity.

“Heading straight home, sir?”

“Anything else I need to see?”

“No, sir.”

“Then I can leave, right?”

The word “leave” coming from Won Kangho’s mouth was unprecedented. Sejun Jung quietly watched his boss prepare to go.

Sejun Jung didn’t view this change negatively. If anything, he saw it as positive.

The always-sharp Won Kangho had softened lately. He still handled work ruthlessly, but occasionally showed a human side.

The only concern was Won Kangho’s fleeting curiosity. His interest burned bright but fizzled quickly, and no one knew how this would end.

What would happen to that omega once Won Kangho’s curiosity waned?

“Good work.”

“Yes, sir. Have a good evening.”

Won Kangho had no way of knowing Sejun Jung’s thoughts. His mind was consumed with returning home quickly to defile the omega who exuded a sweet scent beneath him.

The sounds Yoonjo couldn’t hold back when penetrated, the defiant glint in his tearful eyes, and the way he clung to him, sobbing in the end—nothing about him was displeasing.

Lately, Lee Yoonjo was a great source of amusement for Won Kangho, adding spice to his monotonous life.

He noticed Yoonjo’s body wasting away but didn’t care. He provided everything, and it was the omega who refused to accept it. Though it hurt a bit to hit bone during sex, the pleasure of his body was satisfying enough.

When Won Kangho first met Lee Yoonjo, he hadn’t anticipated things turning out this way. He had only intended to use the boy to settle a debt.

It was an unexpected windfall. Yoonjo’s attitude, so different from any omega he’d known, sparked his curiosity and promised fun.

This is interesting. That was his thought at the time. Using training as an excuse, he took Yoonjo’s virginity, played with him, and forced himself into his mouth.

A plaything for light amusement. That was the extent of Lee Yoonjo’s value to Won Kangho. But lately, his emotions had twisted strangely.

The thought of someone touching Lee Yoonjo turned his stomach. When a business partner and Hwayudam VIP, President Yoon, touched the omega, he couldn’t contain his rage.

It drove him mad. For Won Kangho, who took what he wanted without reason to hesitate, possessing Lee Yoonjo was no challenge.

So he took him. He bound Lee Yoonjo with a contract and locked him in his space. Whenever he felt stifled or heated, he sought him out, pushed him down, and ravaged him.

“Brat.”

Recalling the past soured his mood sharply. His dark eyes took on a shade blacker than ink. As he rounded the hallway corner, two burly men guarding the entrance bowed deeply to Won Kangho.

“Go home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dismissing the nuisances, he opened the door. With fingerprint recognition, the door opened, revealing the familiar interior.

As always, the house was quiet. His steps toward the interior held no hesitation. Won Kangho quickly moved to the bedroom where Lee Yoonjo usually was.

“…What?”

His thick eyebrows furrowed. What should have been there wasn’t. The bedroom, with only a mess of blankets, was devoid of any presence.

He scanned the surroundings. The pheromone scent was faint, suggesting Yoonjo had been gone for a while.

“Leo.”

At his low voice, hurried footsteps echoed from afar. Soon, the black dog appeared before Won Kangho.

Panting with its red tongue out, the dog sat and greeted its master warmly. Won Kangho crouched, petting its solid head while staring in the direction it came from.

“Where’s your friend?”

Panting happily, the dog tucked its tongue in and tilted its head. The man let out a scoff.

Where’s he hiding? Quietly standing, the man slowly wandered through the house. His footsteps echoed as if shaking the heavens. A hum escaped his lips.

Unknowingly leaking pheromones, Lee Yoonjo left traces everywhere. Following the faint scent, Won Kangho was flanked by the black dog.

The scent of Lee Yoonjo’s pheromones grew stronger. It meant he was close. Seeing what lay at the end, Won Kangho let out a mocking laugh.

“Treated him like a dog, and now he thinks he is one?”

His dark eyes fixed on Lee Yoonjo, sleeping obliviously. Yoonjo was breathing evenly in the dog’s kennel. Designed for a large breed, the kennel was spacious enough for an adult man.

Hiding in a mere doghouse, Lee Yoonjo slept with a face more peaceful than ever. For a moment, Won Kangho felt something twist inside him.

Guess I’m that much of a bastard. He slowly ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Rolling his stiff neck, Won Kangho pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Jung.”

— Yes, sir.

With the phone to his ear, Won Kangho’s gaze was fixed on Yoonjo. His omega, lost in deep sleep, unaware of his presence.

As if struck by an idea, the corner of his mouth crept upward. He looked like a villain plotting mischief. His lips parted, and a command spilled out.

“Buy a dog collar.”

Yoonjo woke fitfully to a suffocating tightness. The hard surface against his head was clearly not a pillow, and something soft and fluffy was wrapped around his hand. The strange sensation drove sleep away instantly.

His heavy eyelids lifted slowly. His groggy eyes flickered in and out beneath them. Then a voice fell from above.

“Up a bit early today, huh?”

The remnants of sleep vanished in an instant. Yoonjo, even stopping his breathing, slowly raised his head toward the sound.

The gaze looking down at him from the chair didn’t waver. Amber liquid swirled in an on-the-rocks glass in the man’s hand. The black robe draped over him evoked a sticky fear.

“You must’ve been so tired.”

“…”

“Sleeping like the world didn’t exist.”

The smile he faced was chillingly smooth. Yoonjo belatedly scanned his surroundings.

A rug lay on the floor, and Yoonjo was sprawled at the man’s feet, wearing only underwear. What caught his eye was the chain scattered around him on the floor.

“Argh…!”

As Yoonjo stared at the chain, his body was suddenly yanked forward. The sharp clanging sound pierced his ears.

The chain’s end was connected to something around Yoonjo’s neck. The man wrapped the chain around his hand a couple of times, pulling Yoonjo closer.

“How is it? Like it?”

His shocked eyes widened. Fumbling, he touched his neck and felt something leather. It didn’t take long for Yoonjo to realize it was a dog collar.

“You were sleeping in the doghouse, so I thought you wanted to be treated like a dog.”

His eyes, filled with shock and fear, trembled precariously. The man leaned forward, bringing their gazes closer, and tapped Yoonjo’s forehead, demanding an answer.

“No?”

Words wouldn’t come. Alpha pheromones poured over him. Trembling, Yoonjo gripped the collar around his neck and looked up at the man. His large eyes quickly filled with tears.

Crazy bastard. The curse rising to his throat wouldn’t come out. Swallowing his sobs, he fumbled with the collar, desperately trying to remove it. But it wouldn’t budge.

His hands kept slipping, and his vision blurred and cleared repeatedly. The man observed Yoonjo as if appreciating a work of art. Unlike Yoonjo’s frantic state, he was overflowing with ease.

“P-please, take it off.”

After fumbling with the collar for a while, Yoonjo, absurdly, asked the man for help. He was that desperate and disoriented. No matter how he touched it, he couldn’t figure out how to undo it.

The man said nothing. He took a sip of his drink, made a low sound, and tilted his head.

“Why?”

“…What?”

“It suits you. Why take it off?”

The voice was so tender that Yoonjo almost believed it really suited him.

Laughter broke the silence. Won Kangho didn’t hide his amusement. The nearly empty glass shook in his hand. The taste of blood came from Yoonjo’s bitten lip.

“…Don’t joke around.”

“Does it seem like a joke?”

“Ugh…”

The laughter vanished instantly. Won Kangho stared at Yoonjo with cold eyes.

“I’m not joking.”

“…”

“I’m more serious than ever.”

As the man loosened his grip, the chain fell to the floor, clanging loudly against itself. Yoonjo, unable to blink, faced the man’s swiftly changing demeanor.

Won Kangho caressed Yoonjo’s wet cheek and pulled out his member from beneath the robe. Engorged with blood, it was dark red. The sound of flesh being stroked sent chills down Yoonjo’s spine.

“I heard you didn’t eat today either.”

This wasn’t a conversation to have while stroking his member. Confused by the man’s actions, Yoonjo gripped the rug tightly with anxious eyes.

The gentle touch on his cheek was like the calm before a storm. He didn’t know when it might grab his hair or swing to slap his face.

“What’s the point of serving you delicacies if you won’t eat?”

“…”

“But I can’t just watch you starve. I’m your guardian here, aren’t I?”

Guardian. The man shamelessly uttered that absurd word.

“Since you don’t seem to want food.”

Yoonjo’s anxiety became reality. The hand stroking his cheek suddenly shifted. Won Kangho grabbed Yoonjo’s hair and pulled him toward his groin. Yoonjo’s face, pressed into the man’s crotch, turned pale.

“I’ll feed you plenty of cum instead.”

The man laughed gleefully.

“Suck.”

Yoonjo’s red, upturned eyes glared at Won Kangho. Unfazed by the resentful gaze, the man spoke in a tender voice.

“Look at me with those pretty eyes.”

A finger slipped between Yoonjo’s tightly closed lips. The thick finger pressed the tender flesh beneath his tongue. His mouth opened naturally, and saliva pooled.

“Ugh…!”

His mouth was forcibly pried open, and the man’s member filled it completely. In a panic, Yoonjo instinctively reached out to brace himself against the man’s thigh.

“Where does a mutt think he’s putting his hands on his master?”

“Guh…!”

As the man roughly swatted his hand away, Yoonjo’s body, losing balance, pitched forward. The member plunged deep into his throat, making his vision swim for a moment.

His rejected hand flailed aimlessly in the air, unable to rest on the man’s body or touch the floor, only choking out pained gasps.

“I told you not to stiffen up.”

His jaw, stretched to its limit, trembled violently. Unswallowed saliva dribbled down the corner of his mouth. It was too cruel an act to endure right after waking.

Each time the head struck the back of his throat, his mouth tightened. Moving his head wasn’t his choice. Won Kangho gripped Yoonjo’s hair, using his small mouth like a toy, thrusting his member in and out at will.

“So damn tight.”

The man slipped his thumb into the torn corner of Yoonjo’s mouth. At the stinging pain, Yoonjo instinctively grabbed the man’s wrist. It was a desperate, survival-driven struggle.

Won Kangho locked eyes with Yoonjo and ran his thumb along the inside of his cheek. Yoonjo’s tongue, trying to escape, was trapped by the man’s member and pressed against it.

Tears fell from bloodshot eyes, rolling across the floor. His eyelids, suppressing nausea, fluttered.

A smug smile spread across Won Kangho’s face. With the expression of a sated predator, he pulled his wet hand out.

“You’ll die if it touches.”

“Mmgh…!”

The thrusting intensified. Won Kangho rammed his member into the tight mouth with brutal force.

Each thrust sent sharp pain shooting through the torn corner of Yoonjo’s mouth. The movements were so rough they threatened to ruin the inside of his mouth and throat. Unswallowed saliva and tears dripped down.

His jaw felt like it might dislocate. He couldn’t breathe, and his throat ached. He clung desperately to his fading consciousness.

The pounding thrusts suddenly stopped. The menacing organ twitched, spurting cloudy liquid. With a satisfied sigh, Won Kangho released into Yoonjo’s mouth.

As he withdrew, Won Kangho grabbed the back of Yoonjo’s neck and pressed hard. The tightly closed throat opened, and the pooled semen slid down.

It was a horrific taste. Bitter, raw, and pungent. Won Kangho only released Yoonjo after confirming he had swallowed it all. His limp body collapsed to the floor.

“Guh, sob…!”

“Wet already?”

Straddling the fallen body, Won Kangho teased Yoonjo over his already soaked underwear. The hand that had been gently stroking the front moved to the back, probing the slick entrance.

“Don’t, please don’t…!”

Bursting into anguished sobs and pleading for him to stop, Yoonjo was savored by an unmoved Won Kangho. The man buried his lips in Yoonjo’s nape, leaving bite marks.

“Why, why are you doing this to me…?”

“Does the reason matter?”

Licking slowly over the bite marks, Won Kangho pulled back. Seeing Yoonjo’s tear-soaked eyes made his mouth water.

“What matters is that I want to.”

“Sob…!”

“Right?”

Won Kangho wrapped the chain around his hand again and yanked Yoonjo close. He nipped at Yoonjo’s parted lips, locking eyes at close range. The breath escaping between their lips was hot.

The alpha pheromones he blatantly released thickened the air. With each inhale, Yoonjo’s body temperature rose. His lower abdomen heated, a desperate urge to be filled surging within.

As his resistant body went limp, Won Kangho loosened his grip. Without the support, Yoonjo’s fragile body crumpled to the floor.

As if performing a calculated act in a play, Won Kangho moved fluidly. Stripping off the last piece of cloth, he whispered darkly.

“The only place you belong is beneath me.”

Tears streamed down the corners of Yoonjo’s eyes as he lay trapped under the man.

“Don’t waste your energy thinking useless thoughts.”

“Sob…!”

“Why can’t our Yoonjo understand that giving up makes it easier?”

Their lips met, and the man’s tongue invaded. The thick, wet tongue relentlessly probed the tender insides.

His body grew hotter, his slick rear, and his shamelessly aroused front—all of it was humiliating. It was agonizing.

Won Kangho seemed intent on tasting every part of Yoonjo. His breath, saliva, tears. He ravaged the heated mouth, devouring him. Each time their tongues tangled, Yoonjo’s body jolted. The hand on his cheek felt like it could ignite fiery pain at any moment.

When Yoonjo turned his head to breathe, Won Kangho persistently followed, filling the gap. Not even a moment to breathe was allowed.

His mind reeled. Tears flowed endlessly through the slits of his tightly shut eyes. His foggy head couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“Get it together, Lee Yoonjo.”

The man growled with their lips still pressed together. The brush of lips with each word sparked a strange sensation.

His cheek was grabbed. Won Kangho forced eye contact. Yoonjo, bursting into anguished sobs, faced the man through blurred vision. Tears obscured his sight.

A hot hand gripped the back of his knees and pushed them up. His hips lifted, exposing his soaked rear. Blinking, Yoonjo’s vision cleared, and the man’s face came into sharp focus.

A searing gaze fixed on the slick entrance. Sensing danger, Yoonjo hurriedly reached out to stop him, but the man didn’t pause.

“No, don’t… ha! Ngh!”

Two fingers plunged into the entrance. The slick, loosened hole easily swallowed the thick digits. Won Kangho traced the soft inner walls with his fingertips, studying Yoonjo’s face. Seeing his flushed, unfocused eyes sent blood rushing downward.

Each thrust of the fingers produced squelching sounds that echoed in the bedroom. Observing the writhing hole, Won Kangho flashed a wicked smile and pressed his lips to the small entrance.

The hot, wet contact made Yoonjo’s breath hitch. The tongue teased the rim, prodding where the fingers were. His body twisted.

“Ah, wait, hng…!”

Spreading his fingers like scissors, the man playfully blew air into the gap. The unfamiliar sensation made Yoonjo’s erect member press against his abdomen, leaking clear fluid. His pale body flushed red in every corner.

Every move of Won Kangho was visible—how he inserted and withdrew his fingers, how he licked. Folded in half, the horrific acts were vividly seen and felt.

“You’re losing it…”

The curled fingertips scraped the inner walls. Slick fluid flowed endlessly, drenching the large hand. The relentless touch felt like it would tear him apart.

“Ugh, hng… ah, guh…!”

The fingers withdrew completely, and the gaping hole was filled by the man’s tongue. Each thrust of the hot, wet muscle produced squelching sounds that filled Yoonjo’s ears. Shaking his head frantically with eyes squeezed shut didn’t make the sounds stop.

He’d never imagined someone would put their mouth there. Yet Won Kangho casually thrust his tongue into that sensitive, private place, sucking with wet noises.

His toes curled inward. The legs draped over the man’s shoulders twitched uncontrollably. The stimulated hole leaked clear, slick fluid.

Each twist of his body made the chains clink against each other, creating noise. After thoroughly licking and tasting the hot inner walls, Won Kangho finally pulled back.

With a satisfied hum, Won Kangho bound Yoonjo’s wrists tightly with the chain, handing the end to him with a gentle smile.

“Hold it tight.”

“Ah, sob!”

An arm slipped under Yoonjo’s armpit, lifting him. Holding him, Won Kangho aligned his member with the soaked entrance. The force pressing Yoonjo down drove the member deep inside in one thrust.

His head tipped back, body trembling. The penetration was too deep. Each gasping breath was met with Won Kangho releasing pheromones, forcing air into him.

It was a horrific sensation. Agonizing, yet pleasurable. He cursed his body for responding to the pleasure, craving more stimulation.

Won Kangho didn’t give Yoonjo time to adjust, thrusting in and out. Each time the fist-sized member struck deep, his abdomen jolted. Stars burst before his eyes, and his inner walls clenched, clinging to the withdrawing member as if pleading.

The pace quickened. His fingertips, curled against his chest, kept tensing. The sound of flesh slapping was overwhelmingly intense. The alpha pheromones brushing his nose clouded his mind further.

“You, hng, too fast, ha!”

Yoonjo’s body, gripping the chain tightly, kept tipping backward. Won Kangho sank his teeth into the exposed nape, indulging in the sweet pheromones. At some point, Yoonjo had stopped suppressing his pheromones entirely.

A familiar yet foreign scent enveloped them. Yoonjo’s member, pressed against his abdomen, turned red, nearing release.

“Ugh, sob!”

As his body collapsed, Yoonjo reached climax, and Won Kangho pulled him close. Even during ejaculation, the man didn’t stop. Each thrust of the fiery member sent cloudy liquid spurting out.

Suddenly, his body was lifted. His legs, hooked over the man’s arms, dangled in the air. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, trembling. His hypersensitive, post-climax body convulsed.

His lower body still held the man’s member. Each step caused it to thrust in and out. It felt like Won Kangho’s member might burst through his throat.

Holding Yoonjo, Won Kangho headed to the bed. The hands lowering him were careless. The member filling him slid out with a slick sound. Won Kangho flipped the limp body over.

Large hands adjusted Yoonjo’s position. With only his hips raised, there was no time to feel shame before the gaping hole was filled again by the man’s member.

“No, I don’t want…! Hng!”

“It’s not ‘no,’ it’s ‘yes.’”

Pressing down on his lower back, the thrusting continued. Yoonjo tried to crawl away, but it was futile. The hand gripping his waist kept him pinned.

The hand beneath his chest was uncomfortable. The chain grazed his thin chest, leaving red marks.

When Yoonjo twisted at the heavy pain, Won Kangho kissed the back of his neck and personally unbound the chain. The clinking sound was drowned out by the slap of flesh.

Thinking it might get easier was a delusion. Won Kangho, after unbinding the chain, grabbed its end and yanked it back. Yoonjo’s prone upper body was dragged upward.

“Guh…!”

He grabbed the collar frantically, but it was useless. The face of the choking man flushed red.

Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. The hands tugging at the collar slowed. His eyes were rolling back.

The taut tension snapped, and his body collapsed forward. His body heaved as he gulped air.

“Pass out, and see what I do.”

“Ah, hng… please, stop…!”

Pleas were ignored. With his abdomen pressed to the floor, the man’s member filled him again.

The taut, wrinkle-free hole tightly gripped Won Kangho’s member. Each thrust dragged the red inner walls out before pushing them back in. White foam bubbled around the entrance, producing squelching sounds.

“Don’t, don’t touch…”

“Hard as hell and saying don’t touch? Huh?”

A large hand grabbed Yoonjo’s member. Shaking the erect organ drew uncontrollable moans. Rubbing his forehead against the sheets, Yoonjo desperately tried to shake off the overwhelming sensation.

Release came quickly. His convulsing body trembled at climax. Shortly after, Won Kangho, still thrusting, also ejaculated. As the member withdrew, white semen dripped from the gaping hole.

His flickering eyelids finally closed. Yoonjo couldn’t stay conscious as the man ravaged him.

Won Kangho scooped the leaking semen with his fingers and pushed it back in. After repeating this, he flipped the limp body over and thrust into him again in missionary.

“Look at this…”

The man, pounding into him, muttered darkly. Yoonjo’s eyes showed no sign of opening.

“Won’t listen when I’m nice…”

Staring at the limp body, Won Kangho swung his hand without hesitation. Slap, slap. Sharp sounds echoed in the bedroom. The strikes stopped only after Yoonjo opened his eyes.

Regaining consciousness and taking another slap, Yoonjo clutched his red, bruising cheek. His tear-streaked face looked up at the man.

“I told you not to pass out, Yoonjo.”

“Ngh, sob, hng…!”

“Does the guy fucking you sound like a joke?”

Each pause in speech was punctuated by thrusts. His body shook, and pooled tears fell. His parted lips couldn’t close.

Won Kangho, seeing the red tongue through the gap, pressed his lips to it without hesitation. Though Yoonjo’s eyes were open, he showed no reaction, as if unconscious.

With a wet sound, the man bit Yoonjo’s tongue. Their lips remained locked.

“What are you thinking?”

His voice was gentle.

“You shouldn’t have time for stray thoughts.”

The gaze was too intense, a pitch-black abyss.

“Suck.”

Smiling with crinkled eyes, the man thrust his tongue in again. Even kissing, Yoonjo didn’t close his eyes.

A single tear rolled from the corner of Yoonjo’s eye as he weakly sucked the invading tongue. His cheek throbbed, and his mouth tasted strongly of blood.

It was as if he’d become mute. Or perhaps he truly had lost his voice.

After the violent sex, treated like a dog with a collar, Yoonjo clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t let a single sound escape. Days had passed since he last spoke.

Even to humiliating words, hurtful words, or when crying, he made no sound. Except for involuntary moans, Yoonjo kept his mouth closed.

The bruise on his cheek gradually faded. Won Kangho took and tormented Yoonjo every night but always ensured treatment.

When in a foul mood, he’d torment Yoonjo by shoving fingers in his mouth, or if that wasn’t enough, force his legs apart and ravage him.

Even shedding tears from pain, Yoonjo didn’t speak. The bruises he took to heart multiplied, eating away at him. Yoonjo was slowly dying.

He vomited repeatedly on an empty stomach, writhing in burning pain and unable to sleep. When he did drift off, nightmares plagued him.

The nightmares that haunted him nightly varied. Won Kangho always appeared.

He’d drag Yoonjo’s father before him, killing him brutally, or torture him until pleas for mercy spilled out, accompanied by violent, rape-like sex. Sometimes his limbs were bound, his eyes blindfolded, or unknown objects pierced his body.

Waking from nightmares, soaked in cold sweat, he couldn’t sleep again. Even knowing Won Kangho wasn’t in the room, Yoonjo couldn’t relax.

How much longer? Every dawn, comforted by the black dog, Yoonjo trembled in vague terror. The lingering alpha pheromones were excruciating.

With nothing eaten, constantly retching, his body couldn’t hold up. His health deteriorated rapidly.

Lying blankly staring at the ceiling, Yoonjo bolted up at rising nausea and rushed to the bathroom. Clinging to the toilet, he emptied his stomach. With nothing eaten, only yellow bile came up.

“Haa…”

Through the slightly open door, the dog poked its head in. Approaching Yoonjo, slumped by the toilet, it whined and circled him.

Yoonjo acted as if the prowling dog were invisible. Staggering to his feet, he rinsed his mouth and let out a long sigh. His irritated throat burned.

His reflection in the mirror wasn’t human. Dark circles hollowed his eyes, and no trace of life remained in his face. He looked like someone living only because he hadn’t died.

Quietly turning, he left the bathroom. Opening the door to get water, Yoonjo faced someone standing there. His deadened eyes looked forward.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

It was Won Kangho’s chief secretary, Sejun Jung, greeting him with a polite smile.

“I’ve been waiting. Come with me.”

“…”

“The boss is calling for you.”

Reading the quick question in Yoonjo’s eyes, Jung added that Won Kangho had summoned him. It wasn’t welcome news.

“…Why?”

His voice, unused for who knew how long, was so hoarse it was grating. Clutching his sore throat, Yoonjo waited for Jung’s reply.

Jung looked briefly surprised, then made a low sound and composed his expression. Checking the time with a flick of his wrist, he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Well, he didn’t exactly tell me.”

“…”

“Let’s go. Oh, grab a coat.”

What did he expect, asking? Yoonjo cursed his own stupidity, swallowing a sigh.

Passing the whining dog, he grabbed a cardigan from the bedroom. Closing his eyes tightly, he steadied his breath as the man’s face flashed in his mind.

He couldn’t predict what the man would do today. He’d simply be swayed as the man dictated. That was his place.

Swallowing another wave of nausea, Yoonjo moved slowly. The dog didn’t follow, only watching his back with worried eyes.

Yoonjo followed Jung, who led the way. As always, burly men trailed behind.

In the car, Yoonjo’s face was calm, contrasting the storm raging inside.

Not knowing where he was going, following only because the man summoned him, his situation felt wretched. His inability to refuse made it worse.

After some time, the car stopped in front of a familiar building. Jung got out first and opened the back door. Yoonjo’s face darkened as he stepped out.

Surrounded by the burly men, Yoonjo boarded a gold-drenched elevator. Perhaps because he was nearing Won Kangho, his stomach churned.

Clenching his nails into his palm was futile. As the elevator doors opened, Yoonjo retched, doubling over. Hwayudam’s distinctive, seductive scent was nauseating.

“I, bath, bathroom… ugh…”