Mine to Break Chapter 4.2 - Code numbers

The lower abdomen felt like it was being torn apart. Yoonjo immediately recognized that this pain was different from usual. When he reached down to check, it was damp. Confirming the vivid blood on his fingertips, Yoonjo couldn’t breathe for a moment. His head spun, and only then did he start gasping for air, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again.

It had only been a month since the miscarriage. During that time, he hadn’t entertained any Alphas. Most of Yoonjo’s clients were retired corporate executives or public officials. There were occasionally low-level employees or active professionals, but they were mostly Betas. To be precise, only Geum Sahyeok was a Phenotype.

Ah.

“Are you acquainted with Geum Sahyeok?”

The club. The VIP room. Over fifty Omegas who seemed to be there.

The man who used him like a toy and discarded him.

But he was a dominant Alpha. According to the Omegas present, he was an Alpha who could ruin someone without spilling a single drop of pheromones. With perfect pheromone control, there was no way a single encounter with a dominant Alpha in a non-rut state could lead to another pregnancy. Above all, Song Yoonjo was a late-blooming Omega who had only manifested at twenty-five. Not a dominant one, but a recessive one.

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

That day…

“Shall we find out?”

That day…

“Will you give birth first, or will your body break down first?”

Clutching his increasingly painful lower abdomen, Yoonjo shook his head. No. It wasn’t that day either. Yoonjo hadn’t smelled Geum Sahyeok’s pheromones. No matter how inferior an Omega he was, he couldn’t have missed the pheromones a dominant Alpha spreads to satisfy breeding urges.

“Just keep getting rid of them as they come.”

No.

That couldn’t be.

Gritting his teeth, Yoonjo forced himself to stand.

Hospital.

The hospital was the first thing that came to mind. He instinctively avoided Director Kim. Thinking of the proctology clinic he had visited last time, Yoonjo barely managed to throw on a coat, pulling a mask and cap tightly over his face. It was past 4 p.m. If he hurried, he could make it in time for consultation hours.

He wanted to take a taxi, but Yoonjo didn’t have the money for it. His food, shelter, and clothing were covered by Lucid Entertainment, and miscellaneous expenses like phone bills were also managed by the company. All Yoonjo carried was a company-issued phone, a transportation card from his manager, and some painkillers.

The pocket money his parents, whom he saw once or twice a year, secretly gave him was also running out. He had spent almost all of it on hospital bills and transportation. Checking an envelope from his wardrobe drawer, he found seven 10,000-won bills and four 1,000-won bills. Stuffing them all into his pocket, Yoonjo left the room.

The bleeding had stopped, and after walking a bit, he felt he could manage a bus ride. He took out four painkillers he always carried, swallowed them, and headed for the door when he heard the sound of someone entering the passcode from outside. The front door swung open abruptly.

Perhaps it was raining, as the manager, shaking his wet hair roughly, walked in and locked eyes with Yoonjo. Yoonjo’s heart felt like it dropped.

“…”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Before the words were even finished, the manager’s face twisted into a scowl as he stepped over the threshold in his sneakers. Thwack—thwack—thwack! The manager repeatedly struck Yoonjo’s head, then hit him again as Yoonjo staggered. Unable to hold out, Yoonjo stumbled and fell backward. The manager immediately grabbed Yoonjo’s collar, raising his hand high.

“Damn it.”

But he didn’t swing that hand. Even to the manager, Yoonjo’s complexion looked like he was about to die. Besides, leaving marks on his face would surely cause Park Changseong, his uncle, to raise hell. So he settled for hitting Yoonjo’s head or shins instead, though he nearly slapped him this time. Already irritated to death from cleaning up after this filthy scum, the manager, thinking he’d caught him at the right moment, glared with narrowed eyes and barked.

“Running away?”

“…No…”

“No? What do you mean, no! You bastard, you can barely walk with that messed-up backside, and you’re telling me you’re not running away? Where are you going? Hey! Didn’t I tell you to stay put and not cause trouble? Do you think I’m a joke now, following you around cleaning up your crap?”

Shaken violently by the collar, Yoonjo could only gasp for air, struggling to move his lips.

“I’m going… to the hospital.”

“Damn it, why the hell would you go to the hospital…!”

The manager, who had been reflexively cursing and shouting, suddenly changed his expression.

“Are you bleeding again?”

“…”

“Damn it, you’re not some animal. Do you get pregnant every time you get laid?”

Without waiting for an answer, the manager came to his own conclusion, threw Yoonjo’s collar aside, and stood up abruptly. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, his movements were filled with irritation.

“Boss, it’s Youngki.”

—What now?

“This bastard Yoonjo is bleeding again. I’m taking him to the hospital right now, so stop yelling.”

You damn idiot, what were you doing instead of watching him properly! Park Changseong’s curses echoed loudly through the phone. The manager held the phone away from his ear until Park Changseong quieted down, then put it back with a fed-up expression.

“Boss. Isn’t there something wrong with this guy? He’s always fainting, and now he’s bleeding at the drop of a hat.”

—Stop talking nonsense and get him there now.

“What if he’s miscarried again? Straight to surgery?”

—Hey, it hasn’t been long since his last one. Pregnant, my ass. Go to the hospital and call me. No, tell him to call Director Kim.

“Ugh, damn it.”

Cursing as he hung up, the manager looked down at Yoonjo, still sprawled on the floor. In truth, Yoonjo was curled up in pain, but the manager didn’t flinch, grabbing Yoonjo’s arm and yanking him up.

“Stop faking and walk properly.”

“…Yes.”

Nodding with a face drenched in cold sweat, Yoonjo was dragged along behind the manager.

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Director Kim sat Yoonjo in the ultrasound chair and carelessly maneuvered the medical instrument deep inside. Despite flinching at the sensation of his insides being stirred, Yoonjo only stared at the ceiling. He knew Director Kim was deliberately prodding longer to observe his reactions. The more Yoonjo reacted, the longer it went on. He wouldn’t have known this if he hadn’t visited other hospitals.

“Hmm—definitely not pregnant.”

Pretending to study the monitor while closely watching Yoonjo’s reactions, Director Kim pulled out the instrument with a disappointed look. In the ultrasound room, it was just the two of them, no nurse present.

“It’s pretty swollen inside. There’s inflammation too.”

Wiping the glistening instrument ostentatiously, Director Kim put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. Snap—snap—the sound of the latex made Yoonjo grip the edge of the chair tightly with both hands. Enjoying Yoonjo’s conditioned response, Director Kim didn’t bother saying it out loud. It was more fun when the other person didn’t know.

“Yoonjo, I expected your schedule to increase after manifesting, but it seems Park’s determined to get his money’s worth.”

Two fingers, slathered with ointment, slid in, parting the folds.

“Yoonjo, you need to answer.”

As the two fingers curled inside, Yoonjo’s eyes trembled slightly. He kept staring at the ceiling, knowing that closing his eyes would prompt a comment. Swallowing hard, he answered quietly. It was supposed to be for applying medicine, but it didn’t feel like just that. That’s why Yoonjo found Director Kim’s “examinations” uncomfortable.

“Yes…”

“No way a loose guy like you would be like this from just one or two clients. Been gangbanged or something?”

“Yes.”

“Tch, you need to be careful, Yoonjo. Even if Omegas are wet, you’re a recessive one. If you take it too eagerly, you’ll end up in trouble like this.”

Adding a third finger, Director Kim rubbed ointment on the inner walls, gently pressing near the prostate. Playing with the prostate until fluid started to bead on Yoonjo’s already rising erection, he suddenly straightened his fingers. The sudden stretching of the swollen walls pinched the inflamed prostate hard.

“Ah—!”

Despite trying to hold it in, Yoonjo let out a scream.

“Feels good?”

Barely swallowing a whimper, Yoonjo nodded. The already damaged inner walls were so swollen that even two fingers caused pain. The prostate, repeatedly pressed and pinched, felt like it was being stabbed by hundreds of needles with every touch.

“Feels good?”

The torn inner walls peeled slightly with Director Kim’s fingers.

“Feels good, Yoonjo?”

The fingers, which had been gently stroking the prostate, suddenly gripped it tightly. It was on a different level from the earlier pinch. Unable to endure the grip that felt like it would crush his flesh, Yoonjo shook his hips, thrashing.

“Yes—! Yes! It feels good! It…! Ah, ahhh—! It feels good, feels good, Director…! Argh—!”

As Yoonjo writhed, nearly falling off the chair, Director Kim kindly caught him, patting his back to calm him.

“I told you to stay still during examinations. Look at this.”

Squelch—Director Kim pulled out the hand that had been probing Yoonjo’s insides and held it up close. The slick latex glove was smeared with ointment mixed with blood.

“You bleed like this because you don’t listen.”

“…Yes. I’m sorry, Director…”

“Good boy.”

Finally showing a satisfied smile, Director Kim removed the latex gloves. He personally helped Yoonjo out of the gown, watching closely as he dressed piece by piece.

“It’s just a simple tear and inflammation. I’ll prescribe antibiotics, so take them diligently. Apply the ointment regularly. If it’s hard to do alone, come back anytime. I’ll apply it for you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh, and.”

Scrolling through the chart with the mouse, Director Kim added casually.

“There’s a record of you visiting other hospitals.”

“…”

Reading the panic on Yoonjo’s pale face, Director Kim pushed up his glasses and asked.

“You can go to other hospitals, so why are you so scared?”

“Well, it’s just…”

“Go on, tell me. There must be a reason. Why’d you go to another doctor instead of me?”

Turning the chair fully toward Yoonjo, Director Kim smiled kindly, as if ready to listen.

“Why’s our Yoonjo so hesitant? I get it. Maybe you didn’t trust me, maybe you didn’t like my treatment, or maybe you were filling other pockets.”

Catching the meaning of Director Kim’s last words a beat late, Yoonjo shook his head.

“No.”

“What?”

“Not… filling other pockets.”

“So you didn’t trust me, and my treatment was crap?”

“No, that’s not…”

“Open your mouth.”

“…”

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

Instinctively sitting up straighter, Yoonjo reluctantly opened his mouth.

“Wider.”

Confirming Yoonjo’s mouth stretched open, Director Kim took a mouth gag from the drawer and fitted it in.

“I looked into it, and you’ve been to dozens of hospitals. A guy whose family is drowning in debt wouldn’t have the means to go hospital shopping. Come to think of it, our Yoonjo’s a beggar.”

Director Kim pulled out a thick wallet, taking out 1,000-won bills and crumpling them one by one. He stuffed the crumpled bills into Yoonjo’s mouth. Urgh… The first bill stuck to his throat, letting out a metallic sound.

“Our Yoonjo’s a bit pretty, huh? Part those red lips a little, show some tongue, and naive doctors fall for it in one go. So, how much did you get per blowjob?”

Even though his mouth was stuffed to the brim, Director Kim kept shoving in more crumpled bills. Gagging, unable to breathe properly, Yoonjo’s nostrils flared, and tears streamed down. Still, he didn’t lift his hands from his thighs or spit out the bills. That only provoked Director Kim more.

“If you got 100,000 won a week from one guy, your monthly allowance would be a breeze, so there’s no reason not to fill your pockets. I didn’t take Park for a naive guy, but what’s he thinking, letting a debtor like Yoonjo wander around alone?”

The bills, soaked with moisture and saliva, started sticking to the inside of Yoonjo’s mouth. His breathing grew rapid. Staring at the flushed Yoonjo with gleaming eyes, Director Kim hurriedly unbuckled his belt. Standing abruptly, he grabbed Yoonjo’s hair and pulled out his soft penis.

The moment he shoved it into Yoonjo’s mouth, which seemed on the verge of choking, Director Kim climaxed with a shudder. Unsatisfied with one release, he rocked his hips back and forth. The penis, piercing through the soggy bills like wet flyers, nearly touched the back of Yoonjo’s throat. His small size was Director Kim’s complex, which is why he favored Yoonjo’s tight mouth.

Gag, gag—aroused by the choking sounds, Director Kim sped up, tap—tap—tap—when suddenly.

“Damn it, no wonder it’s taking so long.”

The door swung open, and the manager poked his head in.

“Huff, huff, huff—just a bit longer, huff—wait. Hnng, huff—!”

The manager, staring with disgust at Director Kim panting like a rutting rabbit, finally stepped inside, closing the door.

“Director, sir. Song Yoonjo’s got a new schedule. So stop using him and hand him over quick. You’re using him for free and still being greedy, damn it.”

Ignoring the manager and continuing, Director Kim was interrupted as the manager stepped in.

“Song Yoonjo’s got clients to see. Damn it, does it make sense for a doctor to screw up a patient’s mouth?”

“Huff, huff—! Hey, damn it! I said just wait a bit!”

“Hey, hey! Get it together, huh? Damn it, Song Yoonjo!”

Ignoring the frantic Director Kim, the manager slapped Yoonjo’s cheek, shouting. Confirming Yoonjo’s focus returning, he let go of the hair he’d been gripping.

“Spit it out.”

“…”

“Spit it out, damn it. You want me to dig it out myself?”

Blinking rapidly with wet eyelids, Yoonjo retched—spitting out the contents of his mouth. The unrecognizable bills slapped onto the floor.

“1,000-won bills. Real generous.”

Mocking Director Kim, the manager watched blankly as Yoonjo, removing the mouth gag himself, cleared out the contents of his mouth.

Disgusting bastard.

“Manager Choi.”

Having regained some composure and fixed his clothes, Director Kim lowered his voice.

“What?”

The manager, openly showing his foul mood, glared at Director Kim. Using him practically for free and still damaging the goods, it was only natural for the manager to be pissed. Clearing his throat unnecessarily, Director Kim started making excuses.

“Look, I don’t do this every time.”

“Whatever. Talk to the boss.”

“No, it’s not me who needs to talk to Park, it’s Song Yoonjo.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Smirking inwardly at the manager’s quick bite, Director Kim turned the monitor to show the chart.

“Well, Yoonjo’s been sneaking off to other hospitals.”

“What’s that?”

This dimwit.

Cursing inwardly, Director Kim forced a smile and explained slowly.

“We’d treat anything here for free, but he went out of his way to get treated elsewhere. And not just one or two places. You could say he’s been to every proctology clinic in Seoul.”

“Damn it, what does that mean?”

“Looks like Song Yoonjo’s been filling his pockets.”

Thwack—before the words were even finished, the manager smacked Yoonjo’s head, letting out a hollow laugh.

“Hey, you filth. You tell me. What’s the Director saying?”

“Ugh…”

Sprawled on the floor, Yoonjo suppressed dizziness and struggled to sit up. It hurt everywhere, but his abdomen was excruciating.

“Damn it, are your ears clogged?”

Shaking his head at the manager’s shout, Yoonjo parted his torn lips.

“It’s not true. It’s a misunderstanding…”

“Misunderstanding, my ass! You gonna talk straight or not?”

Unable to even look up at the shouting Director Kim, Yoonjo shook his head again.

“I never traded my body for treatment.”

Coughing violently, he finished speaking.

“Not at other hospitals.”

“Ha, damn it. Such a pain in the ass.”

Kicking Yoonjo’s back to make him get up quickly, the manager also snapped at Director Kim, who was glaring.

“Talk to the boss yourselves. If the Director’s talking nonsense, you two sort it out. If this filth is lying, I’ll half-kill him first.”

Confirming Yoonjo staggering to his feet, the manager strode ahead, slamming the door with a bang—!

“Damn it, if it wasn’t for this call, I’d smash that pretty boy’s face.”

For days, dealing with Song Yoonjo’s mess had been increasingly infuriating, and the manager stormed out of the Director’s office, cursing. Fixing his appearance unsteadily, Yoonjo followed, enduring Director Kim’s comments—I’m sorry for today, but you’re the one in the wrong, right?—and stepped out. The smell of bills lingered in his mouth. Swallowing the urge to vomit, Yoonjo shakily followed the manager.

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“What’s Director Kim blabbering about?”

Sitting Yoonjo in the back seat, complaining about the stench, the manager glared through the rearview mirror. Limp and exhausted, Yoonjo moved his lips.

“It’s true I went to other hospitals…”

“And the part about you selling your body every time?”

“…I didn’t do that at other hospitals.”

“Damn it, who doesn’t know that guys like you lie as soon as you open your mouth?”

“…”

“Shut up and get yourself together.”

Thinking it must be another client meeting, Yoonjo took wet wipes from the glove box. He wiped Director Kim’s semen from his face and neck. He wanted to rinse his mouth, but unable to, he just fixed his disheveled hair.

Since they weren’t taking him to wash up right away, it seemed there’d be time to shower upon arrival. The smell of bills kept rising in his throat, forcing Yoonjo to swallow repeatedly. He held his breath and exhaled multiple times.