Mine to Break Chapter 5.3 - Pregnancy

That’s why Yoonjo was terrified of Ha Sangmin. It felt like one day he might break Yoonjo’s wrist, and if that wasn’t enough, he’d snap his neck. Even then, it seemed Ha Sangmin would treat Yoonjo’s body like livestock, eventually wrapping it in a plastic bag and discarding it like garbage.

At the very least, Geum Sahyeok didn’t seem like that. At least Geum Sahyeok would likely kill him while still treating him as human. That was all Yoonjo had. That was why he wanted to be exclusively claimed by Geum Sahyeok.

“Geum Sahyeok dumped you, so now you’re no fun either. Your pimp said I could play with you as much as I want starting today. That’s why I paid a billion, you know? So you’d better be worth it.”

Gag, gag—tears streamed down the corners of Yoonjo’s eyes as a cock was shoved down his throat. A billion was more than enough for Park Changseong and Attorney Choi to hand him over. They’d passed him around for free before, so a billion was certainly enough to sell his exclusivity. Yoonjo suddenly felt terrified of living. Living like this. It was too frightening.

“Hey, your pimp said they’d handle after-service too. If you’re not worth the price, they’ll send the kids they’re keeping instead. You’ve got twin siblings, right? Are they Omegas too?”

“Ugh, ugh…!”

Yoonjo frantically shook his head, making choking sounds, and Ha Sangmin, watching with amusement, burned the same spot again. As his cock burned with a sizzle, Yoonjo’s body tensed, his hips lifting high.

“Alright, alright. I get it. I’ll decide whether to demand after-service based on how you perform. Oh, right.”

Ha Sangmin, patting Yoonjo’s blue-bruised thighs as if to soothe him, moved with a look like he’d remembered something. He returned to Yoonjo’s bedside.

“Hey, move.”

At Ha Sangmin’s command, the Alpha excitedly thrusting into Yoonjo’s throat pulled back.

“Cough—! Gasp! Haa—! Sob…”

Ha Sangmin gripped Yoonjo’s temples tightly, bringing his face close as Yoonjo gasped for air and let out the screams he’d been holding back.

“That’s right.”

“Sob… Hic—.”

“You’ve got a new scar here, huh?”

Giggling, Ha Sangmin pressed the half-burned marijuana against Yoonjo’s forehead. Slap—! The embers nearly caught as an Alpha thrust up from below.

“No, this looks like it was cut with something sharp. Then I should use something similar.”

Extinguishing the marijuana beside Yoonjo’s head, Ha Sangmin looked around, and someone handed him a jackknife.

“This is nice. Right?”

A well-sharpened blade wavered before Yoonjo’s eyes.

“Should I carve it out? Or maybe slice from here to here?”

The knife’s tip grazed the scarred forehead, trailing from his temple to his cheek and down to his chin. Then thud—! Yoonjo’s body jolted with another thrust. The blade came so close to his eyeball it seemed it might stab it, then moved away. In that moment, Yoonjo felt like he was losing his mind. It was as if something stretched taut in his head was about to snap. He almost wished it would. If it did, maybe it would be easier. If only…

“I’ve decided! I’ll do both. Why not? They said they’d handle after-service.”

Snapping his fingers with a click as if it were a brilliant idea, Ha Sangmin pressed the blade to Yoonjo’s face. The tip touched his forehead. Drip—a bead of blood rolled down his eyebrow and into his eye. Just then, the Alpha thrusting below shook Yoonjo’s body. Screech—the blade grazed past his eyeball.

“Aaaagh—!”

The scream came from Ha Sangmin, now sprawled on the floor. Geum Sahyeok’s foot had crossed the room to kick his face, and the sound of bones crunching and shattering echoed with thud—thud—thud—! Ha Sangmin didn’t even scream, perhaps unconscious.

Sahyeok stomped on what was once Ha Sangmin until his shoes were soaked with blood, then grabbed the jackknife rolling on the floor. Gripping it tightly, he slashed diagonally across Ha Sangmin’s face, tearing through muscle and exposing bone.

Geum Sahyeok’s knifework didn’t stop, his eyes unblinking. He sliced from the sternum to the navel in one stroke, then severed the mangled left hand. Finally, he cut through the throat, then turned around. A faint sound had caught his ear.

“Sob… Haa…”

The Alphas, frenziedly thrusting into and rubbing against Yoonjo, were now curled up, trembling violently. Some had collapsed, foaming at the mouth. Aggressive Alpha pheromones filled the room, surging like angry waves. Among the Alphas crushed by the Dominant Alpha’s pheromones, a pale body stood out. Song Yoonjo lay on the wide table like a broken doll. The sob-like sound tugging at Sahyeok’s ear came from him.

Tossing the knife aside, Geum Sahyeok strode forward. He scooped Yoonjo up and left the room. Jaewook, waiting outside, had prepared a blanket to cover Yoonjo but stepped back silently under Sahyeok’s murderous aura.

“Sob… Haa…”

“Don’t cry.”

Geum Sahyeok, barely cooling the fever of his rut, snapped coldly. But Yoonjo couldn’t stop. Clenching his teeth at the fragile, persistent sobs, Sahyeok added one more thing.

“Don’t cry, Song Yoonjo. I already feel like I’m going insane.”

Yoonjo tried to hold back his tears. Even if he couldn’t, he tried. All the while, he couldn’t take his eyes off Sahyeok. Closing them felt like it would turn into a dream. Like it would be Ha Sangmin, not Geum Sahyeok, standing before him. Unable to blink properly, Yoonjo was held tightly by Sahyeok, whose lips hardened. A feather would weigh more than this. Spotting Jaewook following, Sahyeok snatched the blanket and wrapped it around Yoonjo. The elevator doors opened.

“Call a doctor.”

Boarding the elevator, Sahyeok left that single command and closed the doors. Before they fully shut, he pressed the button for the nearest guest floor. As the elevator ascended, Sahyeok knew Yoonjo couldn’t take his eyes off him but deliberately avoided meeting his gaze. If he did, he felt he’d tear into Yoonjo right then and there. The heat that had surged the moment he saw Yoonjo was now threatening to consume his entire body.

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Yoonjo was hooked to an IV drip. The doctor, treating his urgent wounds and connecting the IV, glanced sideways intermittently. Geum Sahyeok, an imposing presence, sat by the bedside. To the doctor, Sahyeok’s condition seemed as critical as Yoonjo’s.

“Boss, maybe you should call another Omega…”

“Why would I, when one’s right here?”

“His condition…”

“Can’t you speak clearly?”

“It’s not life-threatening, but his lower body is severely damaged. Beyond the minor wounds, his physical strength and stamina are weak. He seems recessive, and a uterine exam will likely be needed soon. Honestly, I’m not confident he can handle you.”

Geum Sahyeok, his massive frame trembling like a beast ready to pounce, exhaled as if restraining himself and said, “It has to be him.”

“What do you mean, boss?”

“Only he’ll do.”

“Boss…?”

“Damn it, if you’re done treating him, get out.”

Yoonjo was the only one who’d endured Sahyeok even during his rut. The doctor, unaware of the context, showed concern at Sahyeok’s sharp command but hurriedly left the room. Spotting Jaewook waiting outside, the doctor quickened his pace, his face full of things he wanted to say.

Doctor or no doctor, Sahyeok, his rut fever at its limit, breathed heavily. He approached the bed. Yoonjo, unable to take his eyes off Sahyeok, had tears streaming endlessly. Staring down at them, Sahyeok spoke.

“Song Yoonjo.”

“…….”

“Listen carefully. You’re going to go through this rut with me. You don’t have a choice. So don’t answer. If you don’t want to get hurt more, don’t resist either. Got it?”

Yoonjo said nothing, only shedding tears. Sahyeok, who didn’t need Yoonjo’s consent anyway, threw off his jacket. A few shirt buttons rolled across the floor but were soon hidden by his pants.

Climbing onto the bed, Sahyeok pulled back the blanket. A scarred, dirtied body was revealed. There’d been no time to wash him amid the injections and treatments. All they’d done was wipe around the wounds. Damn it, he looked like he’d break with a touch.

Yoonjo’s trembling eyes met Sahyeok’s contorted face. He must be too filthy. Even though the pheromones overflowing from Sahyeok’s body were stimulating Yoonjo’s recessive nature, Sahyeok didn’t touch him, as if he wasn’t appealing. Tears fell. Yoonjo couldn’t control a single one, despite it being his own body.

“…Please do it.”

He could only look up at Sahyeok and move his lips.

“It doesn’t hurt when it’s with you, sir…”

He could only cling desperately, like before.

“Please…”

From the moment the rut fever rose, the only thing in Sahyeok’s mind was Song Yoonjo. Whether Yoonjo broke or withered beneath him, Geum Sahyeok had no intention of stopping. Looking down at Yoonjo, who clung to him as if expecting mercy, Sahyeok asked, “Were you always this teary?”

“…….”

Not expecting an answer, Sahyeok didn’t urge him to stop crying either. The occasional sobs from Song Yoonjo didn’t bother him much. Right now, more crying would probably feel good.

Sahyeok’s pupils contracted sharply as he looked down at Yoonjo’s already spread legs. He felt the reins of his barely suppressed rut fever snap. The faint scent of wild grass, so fragile, seeped not just into his nose but directly into his brain.

Fully erect, Sahyeok plunged into the already gaping hole in one thrust. Yoonjo’s entire body trembled, whether from pain or mere reflex, as his hips jerked. Sahyeok’s balls pressed against Yoonjo’s perineum as he drove in to the hilt.

Staring down at the bulging abdomen, molded to the shape of his cock, Sahyeok pushed his hips further. As Yoonjo’s navel lifted, his body slid upward. Sahyeok’s hands gripped Yoonjo’s waist to hold him in place.

“Ah…!”

Yoonjo let out a low moan, perhaps because Sahyeok’s thumb pressed where his colon curved. His blood-flushed face, swollen and torn, couldn’t be called pretty even as a lie. Yet it was his pale brown eyes, not his face, that drew Sahyeok’s gaze. The eyes, clear then cloudy as tears welled and fell, carried the scent of wild grass.

Bending down, Sahyeok extended his tongue, licking and sucking Yoonjo’s eyeball. As his position shifted, pressing Yoonjo’s insides differently, Yoonjo let out an awkward “Haa…” moan.

It hurt. But it didn’t.

That was incredibly strange.

So when Sahyeok began increasing the pace of his thrusts, Yoonjo felt relief instead. It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like it was demanding it wasn’t a dream. That he was still human. That he could still die as a human. That maybe, even treated as a consumable, he could keep living as a human.

Unable to stop his tears, Yoonjo could only look up at Sahyeok. In that moment, Sahyeok alone proved and confirmed Yoonjo’s existence.

Yoonjo, limply trembling, began to cling to Sahyeok little by little. He grasped the fingers gripping him tightly, touched his forearms and slipped, and finally, with Sahyeok’s help, wrapped his arms around his neck.

When he hugged Sahyeok’s neck, filling his arms, a bolt of lightning flashed before Yoonjo’s eyes, and a warm heat began to rise. It was the heat sparked by being steeped in a Dominant Alpha’s pheromones. It was Yoonjo’s first rut.

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Yoonjo sat on a white bed. The room’s lights were bright, and the view outside was bright too. Staring with wonder at the light illuminating his usually dark surroundings, Yoonjo’s eyes widened. A candy rolled from somewhere and stopped at his feet. Without hesitation, he reached for it. It was a familiar candy.

The yellow candy tasted of lemon. His stale mouth felt refreshed. Savoring it slowly, another candy rolled in from somewhere. Yoonjo unwrapped and ate that one too. His mouth, which always reeked as if biting on cash, felt clean.

Another candy rolled in. He hadn’t even finished the second one. As he reached for it, yet another came. Buried in a pile of candies too numerous to keep up with, Yoonjo sank into them.

But Yoonjo wasn’t afraid. It wasn’t strange or frightening. Instead of the usual musty, damp smell, the scent of lemon enveloped him. It felt good. Realizing it was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.