Mine to Break Chapter 1.2 - Manifestation

“Ugh… hic…”

Sahyeok gripped Yoonjo’s narrow jaw, sharply slapping his flushed cheeks twice. Only then did Yoonjo manage to lift his eyelids, his lips twisting in anguish.

“S-Sorry… sir… ugh… ah… ah—!”

“Yoonjo.”

“Hgh… sob—.”

“YJ0422-128.”

“Ahh… yes… ugh, yes, sir…”

“You said you’re sturdy.”

Sahyeok, who hadn’t even broken his breathing while striking Yoonjo’s cheeks, chest, and hips, and thrusting so roughly as to bruise his insides, let out a laugh.

“No lies this time? Really no chance of carrying my kid? Yoonjo, Song Yoonjo.”

“Hic… yes… yes, sir…”

“I don’t care if you’re lying through your teeth or popping out kids every time we screw. Why would I trust a rag who spreads his legs for anyone I feed him to? Why would I have the patience to wait for a fucktoy to drop a kid?”

“…Sob…”

“So let’s find out.”

With heavy slaps, his weighty balls struck Yoonjo’s perineum, and each time his enraged member tore through the inner walls, fluid spurted from Yoonjo’s limp body—tears, gastric juice, semen, or urine.

When thrust too deeply, Yoonjo retched, his temples soaked. Beneath his disheveled hair, Sahyeok looked down at a face that remained refined no matter how roughly handled and added, “Let’s see what comes first: you dropping a kid or your body breaking.”

It was a threat to make him lose a pregnancy before he even realized it. A mockery to see how long his supposedly sturdy body could hold up.

“If you want to carry it, go ahead. I’ll play along with your bet.”

Finally understanding the threat, Yoonjo shed tears in streams. With a tongue that barely worked, he managed to form a few words.

“It’s… really not… I won’t have your baby, sir… I can’t… I’ll take the pills properly… ugh, please… keep… keep calling for me… please…”

Unable to withstand the overwhelming pleasure and impact, Yoonjo began to lose consciousness. Even then, he sporadically let out pleas. Sahyeok’s gaze, as he moved in and out of Yoonjo’s body, was cold.

Yoonjo’s resolute determination, sadly, had nothing to do with his own will.

The one placing the bet wasn’t the inflexible Song Yoonjo. The one supplying Yoonjo with pills, the one who had thrust the newly manifested omega before the dominant alpha Sahyeok, wasn’t Yoonjo himself but Park Changseong, the holder of YJ0422-128’s rights.

“Haa…”

When Sahyeok withdrew his member, which had been thrusting with enough force to pierce Yoonjo’s diaphragm, Yoonjo shuddered, leaking fluid from both ends. The sight of him leaking like an omega was laughable. But Yoonjo had always been prone to fluids, and since it had been over a decade since Sahyeok dealt with an omega, he wasn’t sure if it was due to his trait. It didn’t matter much anyway, as he planned to use Song Yoonjo until a replacement was found.

Pulling out of Yoonjo’s drenched, rag-like groin, Sahyeok lit a cigarette. Yoonjo, limp, slid off the table and sprawled on the floor. A faint, musky smell seemed to emanate from his disheveled body.

But Sahyeok, having finished his business, didn’t even glance at him, let alone frown, as he took a long drag on the cigarette. Exhaling thick smoke, he picked up the intercom receiver.

“Yes, sir. This is Jaewook.”

“When did you find out Song Yoonjo’s an omega?”

“I learned from today’s report, sir.”

“And?”

“I’ll submit an additional report immediately.”

“Do it. Clean this up while you’re at it.”

Sahyeok glanced at Yoonjo, the “this” in question, only then, as he set down the receiver and took another drag. Sitting on the table’s edge, he stared out the wide window, toxic cigarette smoke curling around him like clouds. A languid yet dangerous aura slowly spread from his massive frame.

ᢉ𐭩

“YJ0422-128, code Z33.2 confirmed. Presumed to be the cause of manifestation awareness.”

The report indicated the manifestation was discovered due to a miscarriage.

“Did Song Yoonjo hide it?”

“No, sir. It seems YJ0422-128 learned of it through the miscarriage.”

As expected, someone as dim as Yoonjo wouldn’t have noticed his manifestation or pregnancy first.

Listening to his aide Han Jaewook’s report, Sahyeok stubbed out the cigarette, burnt down to the filter, in the ashtray.

In the corner of the office, a lanky man in his thirties was dragging Yoonjo’s limp body like a broken doll. As if such a small thing could be heavy. The man, who noisily dragged him out, was the manager who always accompanied Song Yoonjo to client meetings.

Though he kept his mouth shut under the weight of being in the presence of a major sponsor, the contempt in his handling and gaze toward Yoonjo was unmistakable. The treatment of Yoonjo as a lowly whore began at Lucid Entertainment, where he was assigned a code number.

The body, roughly wrapped in a cheap blanket, soon disappeared beyond the door. Confirming the door’s closure, Jaewook spoke as if he’d been waiting.

“We’ve also detected signs that Park Changseong attempted to conceal it.”

“As expected.”

Sahyeok, seemingly unsurprised, smirked and tossed a lemon candy into his mouth. His strong jaw stood out as he crunched it without sucking. Dressed in a fine suit, his beastly nature remained unchanged. Jaewook, however, wasn’t newly intimidated by this predatory man.

Park Changseong’s intent in submitting the report right before the meeting was obvious: to control what Sahyeok saw by preemptively providing selective information, implying there was something to hide.

Jaewook had passed Lucid Entertainment’s report to Geum Sahyeok. After sending Song Yoonjo into Sahyeok’s office, he immediately began further investigation.

Lucid Entertainment’s intranet, notorious even in the industry as a bottom-tier operation, was shoddy. Easily accessing their P2P investment management server, Jaewook found recent updates under Song Yoonjo’s code (YJ0422-128). The records of trait reclassification matched Lucid’s report.

A clue lay in the scanned hospital records. From medical records processed under Lucid Entertainment’s corporate name, not Song Yoonjo’s, Jaewook uncovered what Park Changseong had tried to hide.

Manifestation Subject Management Report

Subject Code: YJ0422-128

Name: Song Yoonjo

Affiliation: Lucid Entertainment Trainee (Debut Group)

Gender/Age: Male/25

Trait: Acquired Recessive Omega (Induced, Weak-class)

[1] Health History Summary

Initial Manifestation Date: XX/XX/20XX (Suspected Date)

Confirmed Diagnosis Date: XX/XX/20XX (Medical Institution Test)

Trait Classification: Acquired Recessive Omega (Induced)

Manifestation Pathway: Presumed induced transformation post high-intensity alpha contact

Reproductive Functionality: Present (Pregnancy and childbirth likelihood extremely low)

[2] Miscarriage and Surgical Information

Diagnosis: Incomplete Miscarriage (Estimated 6 weeks gestation)

Procedure: Suction Dilation and Curettage (Suction D&C)

Procedure Codes: Z33.2 (Pregnancy state management) + O06.4 (Incomplete miscarriage with D&C)

Procedure Date: XX/XX/20XX

Medical Institution: Lucid Entertainment-affiliated OB/GYN (Confidential Management)

Procedure Details

• Suction D&C performed to remove residual tissue.
• Conducted under general anesthesia with intravenous sedation.
• Residual tissue removed using negative pressure suction and sharp curette, then collected.
• Minimal bleeding, completed without complications.

Notable Observations

• Manifestation signs detected via miscarriage, trait change possibility reported.
• Patient in stable condition, reporting fatigue and lower abdominal discomfort.
• Discharged after 4 hours of recovery room monitoring.
• Psychological observation recommended.

[3] Management Instructions and Response Status

• Suppressant dosage schedule incorporated into contract.
• Dispatch to VIP clients during recovery period to be adjusted after consultation with physician.
• Trait change report submitted just before client meeting per sir’s request.
• Early report submission to shorten investigation response time for operations team.

Remarks

• Subject reclassified from “Beta-type product” to “Recessive Omega-type product.”
• Expected increase in omega-related client requests. Prioritized for scheduling.

In the hour or so that Geum Sahyeok and Song Yoonjo met, the findings were substantial. Finishing his verbal report to Sahyeok, who preferred not to read documents, Jaewook paused.

Crunch. The sound of candy being chewed echoed loudly in the space where Jaewook’s voice had faded. Stretching his muscles with a crack, still restless after the ordeal, Sahyeok unbuttoned a couple more shirt buttons. His exposed chest, glistening with unevaporated sweat, bore the marks of a violent encounter.

“It appears the intent was to conceal the miscarriage.”

Park Changseong understood exactly why Geum Sahyeok used beta males as fucktoys.

“Regular recessive omegas and those with a pregnancy history have different classification codes.”

For recessive omegas, reproductive capacity was merely another vest tornado organ, allowing room to blur the line with betas. But a recessive omega with a pregnancy history was different. Though it didn’t lead to childbirth, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t happen again. High-maintenance things didn’t suit Geum Sahyeok’s tastes, which was why Park Changseong hid the miscarriage.

Yet, presenting Song Yoonjo to Geum Sahyeok was a simple calculation. A complacent assumption that Sahyeok wouldn’t dig into a mere fucktoy’s details. The fact that Sahyeok had used Song Yoonjo for over half a year suggested attachment. The naive, clumsy confidence that he wouldn’t discard him like chewed gum just for manifesting as a recessive omega fueled Park Changseong’s actions.

Thinking, “The idol market’s hot, so raising one might hit big,” was the kind of haphazard, loan-fueled mindset typical of someone who’d start a shoddy company like Lucid Entertainment. Whether glossed over or beaten to a pulp, Song Yoonjo would face Sahyeok’s reaction directly, a reckless and vile act born of irresponsibility.

“Fucking bastard.”

Geum Sahyeok, the biggest bastard of all, chuckled as he crunched the candy. Song Yoonjo’s dimness—believing silence wasn’t lying—was laughable. No, it was less belief than listless acceptance, born from realizing his leash wasn’t held by ever-changing sponsors but by Park Changseong, who kept supplying them.

Sahyeok didn’t dwell on it. Tossing a candy to Jaewook, he said curtly, “Find a replacement for Song Yoonjo.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jaewook, without hesitation, obeyed as expected.