Mine to Break Chapter 1.1 - Manifestation

Geum Sahyeok asked without taking his eyes off the documents.

“Manifested?”

“…Yes.”

The quiet response dissipated into the air. The sound of flipping papers and the hum of the air purifier lazily filled the space. Setting down the documents filled with statistics and numbers, Geum Sahyeok finally turned to look at Yoonjo. A smile appeared on his face, which looked even more intimidating due to his stern expression.

“So, what is it now? Recessive?”

The question, laced with a hint of mockery, carried the implication that someone like Yoonjo could only manifest as recessive at best. And that was the truth. Yoonjo, who had obediently lowered his gaze, opened his lips. The slightly swollen lips, still healing from a bruise, were a deep red.

“Yes.”

“Omega?”

The tone, closer to a murmur than a question, was heavy with irritation. Startled by the mood, Yoonjo lifted his gaze, his face pale to the point of looking ashen. His eyelashes, fanning out like the ribs of a fan, trembled faintly.

Song Yoonjo was generally docile. Even when he was deceived by the entertainment company’s CEO into his first client meeting, even while getting used to exploitation and violation, and even now, after manifesting as a recessive omega from a beta, he remained as quiet and reserved as ever. Of course, he had shown shock, resistance, pain, despair, and resignation clearly enough, but always within the bounds of being “docile.”

It was rare for him to voluntarily open his mouth and speak.

“I renewed the contract. I’m taking suppressants daily, and the dosage schedule is included in the contract. There won’t be any issues that you’re worried about, sir. Really.”

“Worried?”

Yoonjo’s pale face, frozen at the question tinged with a scoff, flushed with embarrassment.

“What am I supposed to be worried about?”

The moment Sahyeok leaned his massive upper body back in the chair, it created the illusion of his frame expanding like a stretching beast. The chair, bearing the full weight of Sahyeok’s relaxed posture, creaked in protest.

It wasn’t because the chair was defective or cheap. It was simply the reality of Geum Sahyeok’s presence. An overwhelming existence that no one and nothing could easily handle. With a single shift in posture, expression, or tone, he could alter the atmosphere.

In his presence, Yoonjo, pinned like a powerless prey, seemed questionable whether he was even breathing. Song Yoonjo wasn’t particularly timid. In fact, he was on the resilient and composed side. Yet, the reason he increasingly showed vulnerability in front of Geum Sahyeok was simple.

He knew exactly how terrifying Geum Sahyeok was. He understood how ruthlessly Sahyeok wielded his power and how he used it. Remarkably, among the many who had encountered Geum Sahyeok, Yoonjo understood him most thoroughly, and it had taken only half a year to reach that point.

“Hm? YJ0422-128.”

Yoonjo flinched at the mention of his code number, his lips turning pale.

“S-Sorry, sir.”

Sahyeok’s eyes, still tinged with amusement, fixed on Yoonjo, who began trembling so intensely it was a wonder he remained standing. The gaze, more ferocious than playful, visibly frightened Yoonjo.

“You’re the Song Yoonjo who said I was his first client.”

“…….”

His ashen face now burned red.

“This one’s brand new, sir. A top-grade product raised exclusively for VIPs, first shipment. Never even been through internal testing—I guarantee it.”

The lie shouted by Lucid Entertainment’s CEO while presenting Song Yoonjo to Geum Sahyeok rang in Yoonjo’s ears as if it had happened yesterday.

Half a year ago, when Yoonjo was sent to entertain Geum Sahyeok, it wasn’t his first time. His actual first client was some old man, supposedly the chairman of a regional construction company, whose name was at least listed on a portal site, if not his photo. That man had devoured Yoonjo’s first experience at twenty and obsessively consumed him for an entire week.

Lucid Entertainment’s CEO, who had secured a 100 million won loan by offering Song Yoonjo, used him to pay off interest in the same way. As the intervals between interest payments shortened, the old construction mogul indulged in Yoonjo more recklessly and depravedly.

From age twenty to twenty-four, Song Yoonjo had been sent to client meetings under the guise of investments over a hundred times. Far from being brand new, he wasn’t even secondhand when presented to Geum Sahyeok with such an outrageous lie.

The lie was exposed immediately upon their first meeting. That day, when Yoonjo stepped into the hotel room without needing a push from Geum Sahyeok’s secretary, he was beaten while naked.

Fearing he might die, Yoonjo ended up crying. It hurt too much. Each time Sahyeok’s shoe struck his chest or stomach, or crushed his joints, screams erupted involuntarily.

Geum Sahyeok, the representative of a financial company set to acquire Lucid Entertainment, a man with a monstrous build swinging a palm the size of a pot lid, was furious. Not because Song Yoonjo was used goods, but because of the lie. Enraged at the audacity of being deceived, he beat Yoonjo as if to kill him.

As slaps turned to kicks and then to full-on beating, Yoonjo’s cries changed. From sudden screams to stifled groans, then to sobbing wails, and finally to subdued whimpers, Geum Sahyeok vented his anger on Song Yoonjo with his hulking frame.

Yoonjo now understood it wasn’t mere venting but punishment—a warning and example directed at Lucid Entertainment’s CEO for daring to underestimate Geum Sahyeok. As always, Song Yoonjo was merely a tool.

Tossing aside the blood-dripping belt, Geum Sahyeok dragged the sprawled Yoonjo and pinned him to the table. His stomach, pressed against the hard porcelain surface, ached terribly, but it was nothing compared to the ensuing pain.

From behind, Geum Sahyeok forced Yoonjo’s legs apart and pressed his glans against the dry anus. The hot, hard tip brutally pierced through. As a beta, Yoonjo produced no natural lubrication. Without lube or even spit, the flesh forced its way in, tearing through Yoonjo’s insides in one thrust.

When pain becomes too immense, even screams are swallowed. Unable to breathe, Yoonjo convulsed like a harpooned salmon and wet himself. As the urine splashed the expensive table and stained his pants, Sahyeok’s mocking breath grazed his neck, sending chills down his spine. The hot breath felt like a furnace.

For three days, Yoonjo endured Geum Sahyeok until his groin was raw. The golf-ball-sized glans paved the way, and the even thicker shaft relentlessly scraped his inner walls, drawing blood. His bruised stomach bulged and blackened with each thrust. When the shaft finally withdrew, his anus, swollen like lips, remained open for a while.

Sating his lust like a storm, Geum Sahyeok discarded Yoonjo like a torn condom and left the hotel room. Yoonjo, unconscious for another half-day, had fragmented memories of those three days, having fainted countless times.

“This time… it’s not a lie, sir. I haven’t lied since then. Please believe me.”

Yoonjo’s mouth, accustomed to barbaric violence, opened easily without further probing.

Would those lips open so readily only for him?

Dismissing the fleeting doubt coldly, Sahyeok shifted his gaze to the monitor. The doubt itself was pointless. For those who lived off their bodies, self-preservation was always the priority.

The report from his secretary included a “Biometric Response Analysis Report.” Results from three different institutions were consistent.

Biometric Response Analysis Report (Summary Excerpt)

Subject Code: YJ0422-128

Report Item: Non-standard Manifestation

Acquired recessive omega manifestation.

Post high-intensity alpha contact (presumed GHS per records)

Classified as Induced Omega Response.

Confirmed reproductive functionality.

Statistically, actual pregnancy likelihood is extremely low.

Reduced suppressant response, irregular cycles.

Regular monitoring recommended.

※ Lucid Entertainment Confidential Document | Internal Use Only | Unauthorized Distribution Prohibited

Skimming the brief report, Sahyeok turned his head. Song Yoonjo was reflected beyond the monitor. Unable to hide his trembling, he stood as if awaiting judgment.

Song Yoonjo’s claim of not lying since was false. He didn’t lie outright. He merely stayed silent beside Lucid Entertainment’s CEO, who spewed lies like flowing water.

Maggots or cesspools.

Silence was passive complicity in lies. Could he truly claim he didn’t lie? With a cruel smile, Sahyeok spoke of Yoonjo.

“Yoonjo.”

Yoonjo, tensing at the soft tone, struggled to respond.

“Yes… Yes, sir.”

“If you want me to know what I’m supposedly worried about, you’d better spell it out clearly.”

Geum Sahyeok’s vulgar words were threatening before they were crude. Reacting as if struck in the gut, Yoonjo hurriedly opened his mouth.

“P-Pregnancy.”

Sahyeok, now resting his chin on his hand, silently urged him to continue. Swallowing dryly under the piercing gaze, Yoonjo forced out his voice.

“Pregnancy… it’s absolutely impossible, they said. Physiologically impossible… You like it without a condom, don’t you? You can do it raw. You can keep using me like that. And… and they said I’m healthy. Nothing’s changed except my trait. They said I’m strong, sir. Almost like a beta. They said my heat cycles will pass so subtly they’re barely noticeable. It won’t interfere with your enjoyment at all.”

Yoonjo’s words stopped at Sahyeok’s scoff.

Slowly rising, Sahyeok rounded the desk. Feeling physically pushed back by his approach, Yoonjo barely held his ground.

Sahyeok didn’t stop those who came or block those who left. Yoonjo had to stay by Sahyeok’s side. To do so, he had made immense efforts and sacrificed much. Now, Yoonjo couldn’t survive without Sahyeok.

As the distance closed, Yoonjo’s pale neck came into view. Only when Yoonjo’s head tilted back fully did Sahyeok stop.

“Song Yoonjo.”

“Yes…”

Before the submissive reply finished, Sahyeok’s hand gripped Yoonjo’s throat.

“Ugh…”

Amused, Sahyeok squeezed Yoonjo’s slender neck, which his hand easily enveloped.

“My kid?”

With a slight increase in pressure, Yoonjo’s toes lifted off the ground. A choked sound escaped his parted lips.

Sahyeok didn’t flinch. Killing and sparing lives was his trade. Controlling Yoonjo’s breathing by tightening and loosening his grip on the carotid artery and larynx required no caution. Sahyeok knew exactly where the line was, and Yoonjo, through half a year of conditioning, was thoroughly tamed.

Yoonjo’s erection pushed against his pants from the slight pressure. Sahyeok, sneering openly, twisted his lips. The terrifying face blurred in Yoonjo’s hazy eyes.

Yoonjo clung to that face. He persistently followed Sahyeok’s dark eyes, which toyed with him like prey easily torn apart.

Otherwise, punishment followed. Sahyeok didn’t tolerate Yoonjo pulling away or avoiding his gaze in these moments. He enjoyed provoking and dissecting Yoonjo’s degradation, savoring every moment of tearing apart his dignity.

“Why would I worry about something like that?”

Yoonjo, gasping for air, clenched his fists tightly. Instead of clutching Sahyeok’s hand or begging, he grasped at the air. It wasn’t trust in Sahyeok not killing him but a behavior born from accumulated experience—a paradoxical belief that Sahyeok wouldn’t end him so trivially. Proving that belief, Sahyeok’s grip maintained steady pressure.

Yoonjo’s limp submission looked like resignation, but Sahyeok wasn’t fooled. Few feared and guarded against his displeasure as much as Song Yoonjo. Yoonjo didn’t resist to please him, entrusting everything to Sahyeok. His pure obedience suited Sahyeok’s tastes. Yoonjo, who never complained no matter what was done, was someone Sahyeok could do anything to, and those acts were quite satisfying.

Foam bubbled at Yoonjo’s mouth, his face red as if his breath would stop. His long eyelashes, like crushed dragonfly wings, quivered faintly. Sahyeok, staring into his whitening eyes, glanced at Yoonjo’s stomach.

Yoonjo’s lean stomach bulged with each thrust of Sahyeok’s member. After just a couple of rounds, it swelled visibly, often leaking what was pumped into it due to its tightness.

A kid in this stomach? Absurd. Even if one took root.

“Just scrape it out as it comes.”

Tears rolled down Yoonjo’s eyes, as if the words stung. But Yoonjo was simply prone to tears. Even when his face was soaked, he rarely made a sound. The fluids from his holes were plentiful but mostly physiological.

“A half-baked omega manifesting at twenty-five.”

Irritation flashed in Sahyeok’s glare as Yoonjo’s eyes began to roll back.

“Arrogant.”

“Hah—hic, hgh—guh…”

As Sahyeok slowly eased the pressure on his carotid, Yoonjo, gasping through tears and snot, frantically moved his trembling lips.

“S-Sorry… hic… I’m sorry… hic—hgh, s-sorry…”

His lower body was wet before he could fully regain his breath. Yoonjo’s body, which wept and climaxed easily, wasn’t always like this. Sahyeok’s relentless conditioning had softened a once-rigid body.

Sahyeok’s cold gaze swept over the worn-out Yoonjo. Growing bored after harshly molding him, the trait change was untimely. Lucid Entertainment’s CEO, desperate to cling like a leech, must have rejoiced. Knowing the value of an omega, he wouldn’t waste this chance. The meticulously detailed trait report screamed his intent.

The assumption that no alpha, even one like Sahyeok who preferred betas, would reject an omega, no matter how half-formed, drove this farce.

Unable to break the habit of passing off used goods as new, Lucid Entertainment’s CEO, Park Changseong, groveled the next day despite the beating. Not discarding him wasn’t Sahyeok’s generosity. Finding someone to handle Sahyeok’s desires, physique, and stamina was tedious.

Disposing of bodies after use wasn’t impossible but inefficient. Sahyeok needed a durable, trouble-free outlet, and no one had fulfilled that role as well as Song Yoonjo. Park Changseong had proven his worth, and Sahyeok was relatively lenient with useful things.

“Guh…”

Sahyeok’s pupils contracted as he stroked Yoonjo’s pulsing artery. A faint grassy scent wafted from Yoonjo’s fluids.

Recessive omega.

Hearing of Yoonjo’s trait change, Sahyeok had scowled in irritation. The omega’s heat and ravenous attraction to alphas were far from his taste. Sadistic by nature, Sahyeok found no thrill in things that clung eagerly. Now manifested, Song Yoonjo would likely struggle to hide his omega traits.

But could he find another like him if discarded?

Sahyeok admitted it wouldn’t be easy. Song Yoonjo was a beta, handsome enough to steal glances, and fairly healthy. Despite his striking looks, he had a plain personality, was foolishly kind, and deeply responsible. He lacked any cunning for personal gain, and his bond with his scattered, debt-ridden family was strong.

An impossible-to-impregnate, sturdy beta with a beautiful face, soft personality, and plenty of weaknesses—Song Yoonjo was pleasing to look at and convenient to use. Despite lacking masochistic tendencies, his resilience and sensitivity were what Sahyeok valued most.

Such a find was rare.

Calculating yet intuitive, Sahyeok was certain of it.

The resulting emotion was irritation. If Yoonjo were easily discardable due to this flaw, there’d be no reason to feel annoyed. He’d have erased Song Yoonjo—body and existence—like deleting a file. The irritation stemmed from the hassle. Knowing such a replacement wasn’t readily available, Sahyeok was displeased.

Could that body hold up until a replacement was found?

A pregnant omega’s durability plummets. A recessive omega like Song Yoonjo would likely miscarry before noticing, and miscarriage would harm his health far more than pregnancy, requiring recovery time—meaning he might not be available when Sahyeok needed him.

Pregnancy.

Having seated Yoonjo on the table, Sahyeok slid his hand from his throat to his flat stomach. Soft flesh replaced the toned muscle from his idol days. The softening, Sahyeok realized, was a sign of the trait change. Looking at Yoonjo’s hollowed cheeks, he whispered.

“How many do you think this little belly can hold?”

Yoonjo’s flushed face remained red, his hazy eyes unfocused, skin slick with fluids. Sahyeok’s gaze on his parted lips was blatant.

Yoonjo’s small belly and mouth struggled to take Sahyeok’s raw member, spilling fluids yet never fully accommodating it. Stretching Yoonjo’s tight throat to fit, Sahyeok had a long release when his lips finally met his base.

Yoonjo struggled with the volume of semen alone. When made to wet himself, he sobbed but swallowed it all without pushing Sahyeok away. After a few rounds, his slim belly swelled gently—so small was it.

A kid in that belly?

Sahyeok enjoyed control but also thrived on surprises. Eyeing Yoonjo’s narrow belly, he looked intrigued. Yoonjo, snapping back, spoke with a terrified expression.

“Sir…”

“Shall we check?”

Sahyeok’s hooked fingers caught Yoonjo’s pants. As he leaned forward, Yoonjo lay back on the table, hips twitching. His easy-to-remove pants slid off, revealing his plump buttocks.

No underwear. Yoonjo didn’t wear any for client meetings—not by choice. Underwear never lasted, so it was better without. Others’ misinterpretations of this practical choice as lewd were beyond his control.

Knowing Yoonjo’s professional habit, Sahyeok merely smirked and slapped his pale buttocks hard, leaving a handprint.

“Ah… ugh!”

Lowering only his zipper, Sahyeok penetrated in one thrust. Despite the familiar weight and texture, Yoonjo writhed in pain. A monstrous organ over 30cm wasn’t easy for someone like Yoonjo to handle.

Sahyeok knew exactly where Yoonjo unraveled. Pain and pleasure tore through him simultaneously. With one deep thrust, Yoonjo’s limbs convulsed, spraying semen as his stomach twitched.

“Hgh… ugh.”

Yoonjo, drooling, kept closing his trembling thighs. It wasn’t just the crushing impact on his insides. Lightning-like pleasure from his tailbone to his brain forced him to curl inward.

But it meant nothing to Sahyeok. Effortlessly spreading Yoonjo’s thighs, he looked at the belly swallowing his member. The skin, clearly molded to its shape, reddened around the navel.

“Ah… ah…!”

Another thrust distorted Yoonjo’s navel grotesquely, drawing a scream. Gritting his teeth at the gripping pressure, Sahyeok slammed his hips upward. The clash of his muscular thighs against Yoonjo’s soft buttocks resounded.

“Aaah—!”

“Kh—!”

Yoonjo, shrieking hysterically, shook his raised hips wildly. Pinned by the force pulling from above and thrusting from below, he sprayed fluid instead of screams, soaking Sahyeok’s chest and chin.

Licking the fluid from his lips, Sahyeok repositioned Yoonjo’s pelvis. Then, with relentless thrusts, he ravaged and crushed Yoonjo’s insides, driving his massive member deep.