Humanity Chapter 11.2 - Slump

“Give me the address. I need to put it in the GPS.”

“Yeah. Seoul, Jongno-gu….”

The interview location was a high-rise building not far from the main department store. Seolyoung seemed to get a little lost in the middle of the complicated Jongno area, which was new to him, but he still arrived at the location without being late.

“I’ll park the car here and wait.”

“Okay. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Do a good job. Since you’re doing it, make sure you get it.”

“Okay.”

“If you don’t like the salary and conditions, just ditch it. Got it?”

“Got it.”

At this point, Yimyeong slowly started to feel a smile forming.

“Ask if they have the four major insurances and what kind of benefits they offer, and then come back.”

“I’m just happy to be working….”

“Does that make any sense? Do you know how valuable you are, and you’re just going to let anyone work you like a slave? You have to get paid as much as possible.”

Should he be grateful for Seolyoung speaking so highly of him, who had only ever drifted between contract and temporary positions until now? In any case, Yimyeong found the fired-up Seolyoung cute and couldn’t hold back the smile that was escaping.

“Does this sound like a joke? Stop smiling….”

“Haha!”

“…Stop smiling and just give me a kiss.”

Seolyoung mumbled with a pout. Yimyeong unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and pulled Seolyoung’s shoulder. As he naturally tilted his head and drew closer, the other man’s eyes fluttered shut. Feeling Seolyoung’s large, cool hand wrap around the nape of his neck, Yimyeong lightly pressed their lips together.

“Mmm….”

After sharing a short, sweet kiss, Seolyoung pulled Yimyeong into a tight, crushing hug.

“Go do well.”

“Okay.”

“Call me when you’re done.”

“Got it.”

Even as he got out of the car, Seolyoung made a phone gesture with his hand to Yimyeong through the windshield. After reassuring him several times with a wave of his hand to show he understood, Yimyeong straightened out his slightly wrinkled suit and got on the elevator.

To get to the interview location, he had to change elevators on the first floor. He looked around and then informed a security guard that he was there for an interview, and the guard operated the gate that required an access card to open. Yimyeong gave a slight bow and went inside. Seeing people in suits with employee IDs around their necks passing by, he began to feel a little nervous.

Even if it was a job his livelihood did not depend on, being in a position to be evaluated by others is always difficult. Yimyeong let out a short, tense breath and pressed the button for his destination.

22nd floor.

The high-speed elevator reached the 22nd floor in one go without stopping a single time. The rapidly ascending numbers began to slow down, and just as a dull feeling filled his eardrums, a chime rang.

Confirming the floor number, Yimyeong stepped out onto the carpeted floor. In the quiet corridor where even the sound of his dress shoes was muffled, a classic melody with a soft tune was playing.

“……”

Yimyeong walked slowly. The space, which had been opened wide by removing all partitions and temporary walls, felt less like an office and more like a high-floor hotel lobby or an exhibition hall. After taking a few steps toward the expansive glass windows, Yimyeong soon spotted something and stopped walking.

On a display stand placed by the window, a small jewel was shining. Yimyeong approached it.

[Title of Work: Love]

What was emitting a brilliant light under the midday sun was not a jewel. It was just a piece of cracked glass stained with a dark red mark.

The moment he realized what it was, Yimyeong’s eyes changed.

“Hyung. I see you’ve been pretending to be an Alpha these days.”

An unforgettable voice came from behind him.

Han Jiwan.

He had been tricked. From where did it all start?

Was it from the moment he was introduced to what was supposedly a good interview opportunity through an acquaintance? It was dumbfounding. Without even realizing it, he had come here believing this job would make him feel like a proper person. The moment he realized he had been played, his mood sank coldly.

The guy hadn’t changed one bit.

A moment later, Yimyeong slowly turned around and looked behind him. The face that stared silently at Jiwan was frighteningly cold.

“How long do you think people will believe that? What kind of reaction do you think everyone will have when they find out you’re an Omega….”

Jiwan had a seemingly relaxed expression. The skin, clearly visible in the sunlight, was without a single blemish, and the smile with one corner of his mouth habitually turned up was charming. The eyes that looked down lazily with his chin slightly lifted were also the same as ever.

But for some reason, his impression was subtly different. Unlike Yimyeong, whose murderous intent from the last time they parted had flared up the moment he faced him, Jiwan seemed to have lost his venom.

Yimyeong said, as if spitting out the words.

“You really know me well.”

“……”

“You’re making a threat that will work perfectly.”

If it was revealed now that he was an Omega, he would not be the only one in trouble. It was a given that Seolyoung would also be swept up in useless rumors.

Then, Jiwan said.

“Is that a compliment?”

Yimyeong turned his head and let out a sigh. Although it was a brief moment, the sign that he was fed up was intense.

“Just state your business. What do you want?”

“Come closer. There’s a sofa over there. Can’t we sit down and talk?”

As he spoke, Han Jiwan pointed to a sofa that was placed like an exhibit. The white object, which looked like thick ropes twisted together, did not look like a sofa at all. Tea and coffee were placed on the coffee table. The elaborate setup was astounding.

“……”

“Not going to sit? …Fine.”

Han Jiwan, with a frown, plopped down onto the sofa by himself. Then he stared out the window and sipped his coffee. Outside the large window, cars were flowing in tightly packed lines.

At the sight of him blatantly trying to stall for time, Yimyeong sighed.

“Tell me. The reason you pulled this stunt.”

“I just wanted to see your face.”

At those words, Yimyeong’s face distorted slightly.

“Do you know how happy I was when I found your face on the internet? I even save your photos whenever a new one pops up, you know? I missed you so much I was doing pathetic things like that.”

“……”

“But what can I do? You appear in my dreams every night. No… just listen to me. We have so many steamy memories together, but the dream is always about that. The dream where you hold a piece of glass to my neck. And I wake up right before you kill me. It’s so… thrilling, you know.”

He said such things so lightly, as if he were singing a song. Yimyeong just stared at Jiwan with a cold face.

“Hyung, have you ever cried while cumming? Fuck… I cry while masturbating. Because of you, hyung.”

“……”

“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy. You’re right. I’m on medication. This is because of you too, hyung.”

He spoke as if he had offered his pure love. Finding it absurd, Yimyeong quietly turned his head away, and soon Jiwan, as if exhausted by his own efforts, let out an annoyed sigh.

“You’re not laughing at all. Should I bow down in gratitude for you showing me your precious face?”

His pretense of being devoted was brief; sure enough, his punk-like side hadn’t gone anywhere. Yimyeong scolded him for getting annoyed just because things weren’t going his way.

“You still haven’t gotten rid of that habit of acting like a tyrant in front of others.”

“……”

“Fine. Live your whole life like that.”

Surprisingly, Jiwan immediately fell silent.

Yimyeong sighed with a huff and blew his bangs out of his face. Then he picked up the piece of glass that was on the display stand.

All the while, Jiwan was staring intently in this direction. After looking at the exhibit from front to back for a moment, Yimyeong immediately dropped what was in his hand to the floor. Crunch. Between the soft carpet and Yimyeong’s dress shoe, the piece of glass was crushed. When he lifted his foot, the shattered glass had already lost its previous form.

Right after, Yimyeong turned away without any lingering attachment. Without even a goodbye.

It was a fruitless meeting. To think he had felt a bit of nervousness before the interview, he felt like a fool for how Jiwan had just spouted nonsensical drivel.

Jiwan, who had been staring blankly as Yimyeong turned and walked a few steps, rushed out after him the moment Yimyeong pressed the elevator button.

“Hyung, that bastard will abandon you.”

As soon as he felt Jiwan’s hand grab his shoulder and spin him around, Yimyeong could not hide his expression.

“Let go of me.”

“How can an Alpha let his mate wander around like that? What kind of Alpha would let his Omega….”

At that moment, the elevator arrived. Just as Yimyeong tried to turn away, Jiwan did something unexpected.

“……”

Suddenly closing the distance with an odd swiftness, he pressed his lips against Yimyeong’s.

His back hit the wall with a thud. The hand gripping the nape of his neck was pulling him in, pressing down so hard he could not move his head at all. The force of the arm pressing against his waist was so desperate it was almost violent. The moment he felt their lips lock and a tongue push its way in, Yimyeong struck his solar plexus.

“Ugh… fuck.”

Watching him step back while clutching his solar plexus, Yimyeong wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He had never imagined he would be ambushed with a kiss so suddenly. Jiwan, who stumbled back a couple of steps, had a look of intense ecstasy on his face that was deeper than the pain of being hit in a vital spot.

“Ha, so fucking delicious, as expected. Hyung. I can probably jerk off to this for a year.”

Jiwan spouted insane words. His vulgar way of speaking was the same as ever. Yimyeong glared at Jiwan with an ‘of course, you would’ look.

“I should have just gotten a taste sooner. Either way, you want to kill me, hyung, right?”

Jiwan cackled like a madman. Glaring at him intensely, Yimyeong looked at the elevator. As soon as he stepped into the elevator that had just arrived, Jiwan’s voice caught him by the ankles.

“When you get abandoned, come to me.”

Yimyeong glared at Jiwan and pressed the close button. Through the closing doors, Jiwan muttered.

“Fuck, how much semen are you covered in? The smell of that bastard is overpowering.”

The moment the doors closed completely, those words strangely dug into his brain. A sound like a creaking, rusty screw turning and locking into place echoed in his head. Yimyeong’s face slowly hardened.

…Can a normal person smell an Alpha’s pheromones?

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The non-interview interview was short. He had met with Jiwan for less than twenty minutes. But during those twenty minutes, his mind went blank as if he had been swept away by an unannounced natural disaster.

The shock came slowly and quietly. It was less about anger towards Han Jiwan and more about his own wretchedness.

Only after he left the building did a sense of futility wash over him. Yimyeong sat on a bench for a moment and stared blankly at the people with employee IDs around their necks coming and going. It struck him deeply that what was a daily routine for some was something that was never easily given to him.

Yimyeong sat, placed both arms on his knees, and lowered his head. His reflection appeared on the marble floor. A healthy and perfectly fine body was wrapped in an expensive suit given to him by someone else. He had arms and legs that were perfectly capable of working, so why was he not given a chance….

He looked so fine on the outside, but how could he be such a failure on the inside?

A defective product.

Yimyeong was sitting there silently. A moment later, a text message arrived, as if to wake him up.

[Ta-da, I moved the parking spot]

[You’ll see it as soon as you come out, I did a good job right]

It seemed that while he was gone, Seolyoung had circled the underground level and parked in the spot closest to the entrance. He could almost see the expression asking for praise.

“Hah….”

Seolyoung would ask about the result, and his heart already felt heavy for no reason. Of course, even if he had messed up the interview, Seolyoung would never blame him. His heart felt even more uneasy because he was such a sweet lover.

Yimyeong let out a sigh for the umpteenth time and got up from the bench. He took the elevator down to the parking garage, and sure enough, Seolyoung’s car was visible right in front of him. Seolyoung, who was inside, spotted Yimyeong and waved his hands enthusiastically through the glass door.

“Did it go well? How was it? Think you’ll get it? Oh, here’s coffee. I bought it while waiting for you….”

Seolyoung asked animatedly as soon as he opened the door. Yimyeong gave a faint smile and got into the passenger seat. He felt the seat envelop his body and the car door closed with a clunk. It was when he reached for the coffee Seolyoung had bought. Suddenly, his eyes met Seolyoung’s.

How could the moment a person’s eyes turn cold be so vivid?

“…Why?”

Yimyeong asked, swallowing dryly. It couldn’t be, but his heart dropped at the thought that maybe Seolyoung had figured out who he had met.

“What is this smell?”

“…Ah, is there a smell?”

“Yeah. You smell like another bastard.”

At Seolyoung’s transformed gaze, Yimyeong’s heart began to beat rapidly. He forced himself to act nonchalant and moistened his dry lips.

“I guess one of the interviewers was an Alpha.”

Because there was something he felt uneasy about, his heart pounded even harder. Fortunately, he succeeded in speaking without showing his nervousness, but right after, Seolyoung shook his head curtly.

“No.”

“……”

“It’s the smell of a rapist.”

He knows.

Yimyeong sensed it from Seolyoung’s attitude. Yimyeong’s eyelids trembled faintly.

“Myeong-ah.”

Seolyoung reached out and swept his cheek. His hand went down past his jaw, gently gripped the nape of his neck, and pulled it up. Unlike his gaze, from which a cold chill seemed to pour, Seolyoung’s hand was incredibly hot. To avoid being choked, Yimyeong reflexively lifted his chin. At the same time, Seolyoung’s head suddenly came closer.

Hup, Seolyoung’s gaze transformed as he took a deep breath near his lips. A cool, sharp energy that made every sense in his body stand on end pierced his spine. Seolyoung gripped Yimyeong’s cheek strongly, rendering him unable to move.

Unlike his gaze, Seolyoung’s tone was gentle. Strangely, that was even more terrifying.

“Myeong-ah, what was the interview about?”

Yimyeong swallowed dryly once and answered.

“I was deceived.”

“What?”

“I really thought it was an interview. So I went with foolish expectations, but….”

“But?”

“He was there, in that spot.”

With every word he spoke, it felt like a part of his heart was collapsing. He wanted to say he was sorry for making him angry. At the same time, there was a part of him that wanted to make excuses, that he had done nothing wrong, that he was just swept up in it. To be honest, he wanted to be comforted by Seolyoung.

But Seolyoung had been reluctant about this interview from the beginning. And he himself was the one who had pushed for it and ended up here.

“Ha.”

Seolyoung let out a hollow laugh as if in disbelief and turned his head away. Watching his reaction was not easy. Yimyeong bit his lower lip with difficulty.

“What kind of interview involves rubbing lips together?”

“……”

“Myeong-ah. How am I supposed to take this?”

Seolyoung said in a low, calm voice.

“I told you. I don’t care how promiscuously you lived. I don’t care if you lived a life of spreading your legs for countless other men to get by. This is sincere. I really didn’t care even if you were a slut….”

“……”

The words pouring out of Seolyoung’s mouth were shocking. He couldn’t believe the words he was spouting. Has he thought of me like this all along? As a slut, as promiscuous….

But to deny that he had lived that way, he had been sullied enough, and to say it was promiscuous, it had not been of his own will. Yimyeong quietly gave up on protesting. His heart was so bruised that even an explanation felt pathetic.

“I don’t care if I was the last one to pick you up after everyone else used you and threw you away. But if you came to me, then you shouldn’t be doing this now, should you?”

His heart ached. Transparent tears were silently welling up in Yimyeong’s eyes. Not letting them fall was his last bit of pride.

Yimyeong called out to him in a choked voice.

“Seolyoung-ah, it’s a misunderstanding.”

“What is.”

Seolyoung’s side profile, as he stared intently at the steering wheel with his gaze averted, was incredibly cold.

“Seolyoung-ah, you don’t believe me?”

“Hoo….”

Seolyoung let out a deep sigh and wiped his face with his hand.

“I believe you. It’s the other bastards I don’t believe.”

“…Seolyoung-ah.”

“You’re so pretty, it’s only natural you can’t be chaste.”

That statement was so despairing that Yimyeong closed his eyes and let out a trembling sigh.

Seolyoung did not trust him. Since when had he held this misunderstanding about him? The things he had covered up, afraid to explain, seemed to have snowballed. Yimyeong realized that the time had come to tell Seolyoung the truth about the moments in his life he wanted to erase.

“When I said that I had sold my body for money….”

“……”

“It wasn’t my will. But I’m not that kind of dirty person. I’m not someone who sleeps with just anyone, who thinks of such things lightly.”

“……”

“But since something like that did happen, I thought I wasn’t in any position to make excuses, so I couldn’t say anything.”

“……”

“Seolyoung-ah. Do you believe me? Huh? If you believe me, I’ll tell you everything.”

Yimyeong fumbled for Seolyoung’s wrist and held it. The pupils of his eyes, which were looking at him, were trembling faintly. Why would the man who was raging like a fire just a moment ago look at me with such eyes? As he was thinking that, he felt the track of a cold tear flowing down his cheek.

“Hk….”

Yimyeong hurriedly wiped his cheek roughly.

Poverty and the past. Those dreadful things, which he thought he had shaken off, were still holding him by the ankles. His heart broke at the thought that he was begging for someone to love his pathetic self, but still, Yimyeong managed to confess about the events that happened before he met Seolyoung.

Why he had to leave school without a word during his high school days.

How his heart had broken when he had to give up on his father because he could not reveal he was an Omega, and also after he was raped by Han Jiwan….

By the time he finished his story calmly, Yimyeong’s tears had dried. The voice that confessed his life story could not have been more dry. Repeating the old stories etched into his bones was as tedious as it gets, Yimyeong thought to himself.

On the contrary, the one crying now was Seolyoung.

While listening to the story, Seolyoung would occasionally wipe an eye with the back of his hand. But since he seemed to not want to be caught crying, Yimyeong pretended not to notice.

“It’s a boring story, right?”

“…No.”

Seolyoung shook his head. Then he lifted the hand he was holding and gently kissed the back of Yimyeong’s hand.

“I should have found you sooner….”

“……”

Seolyoung’s lips, touching the back of his hand, trembled slightly. Yimyeong, leaning his body against the seat, listened to that tremor, the damp warmth, and the occasional sniffled breath. Yimyeong thought about why he was crying.

My past is so unhappy that it makes others cry.

A long while later, after his tears subsided, Seolyoung sniffled and started the car. Throughout the drive, he was reluctant to let go of Yimyeong’s hand. So that he could grab it again immediately whenever he reached for it, Yimyeong quietly offered his hand.

The two remained silent inside the moving car. Yimyeong, soothing his mental fatigue, fell into thought.

Judging from Han Jiwan’s words, he was probably an Alpha. That seemed to be the case, seeing how Seolyoung noticed the pheromones right away. He did not know whether Jiwan had manifested recently and still had lingering feelings for him, or if he had been drawn to him because he had the potential to manifest as an Alpha from the beginning.

Of course, finding out would not change anything.

As he entered the front door of the house, Yimyeong took off the new dress shoes he had worn for the first time today. A thought suddenly occurred to him. That perhaps, for the time being, he would not have a reason to wear these shoes while by Seolyoung’s side….

“My shoes, you bought me such nice ones, but now I have no reason to wear them.”

Seolyoung, who had entered first, turned around silently. Affection was evident in the hand that gently brushed through Yimyeong’s hair.

“What are you talking about?”

“The interview… I don’t think I’ll be going to any. I guess I have to accept that having no luck with jobs is just my fate.”

“Want to get your fortune read? To see if you really have no luck with careers.”

Seolyoung said something silly, perhaps to lighten the gloomy atmosphere. Following him into the house, Yimyeong played along to match his mood.

“Does that show up in a fortune reading?”

“That’s what they say. They even said I’d be working out in water. Who knows? Maybe it turns out you have the fate of a ‘madam’.”

“Whose madam?”

“Mine.”

A laugh burst out at Seolyoung’s cute joke. He knew you should not laugh after crying, but thanks to it, his heart felt a lot lighter.

Yimyeong, who was heading inside to change his clothes, glanced once at the standing Seolyoung.

“Does it sound like a joke?”

“…It’s not?”

For a very brief moment, Yimyeong saw the corner of Seolyoung’s mouth twitch as if in a spasm. It was a fleeting expression that passed right before he formed his familiar smiling face. But as if it were a lie that he had caught that expression, Seolyoung patted Yimyeong’s cheek with a gentle hand.

“You must be tired. Go wash up first.”

“…Seolyoung-ah.”

Yimyeong grabbed the wrist of Seolyoung, who was turning away. But Seolyoung would not easily meet his eyes. Yimyeong was certain that he was not okay.

“Seolyoung-ah. Are you angry?”

“No. Hurry up and go wash.”

“Are you in a bad mood? Please tell me why.”

“I told you it’s nothing. Please let go of this.”

Seolyoung tried to shake his wrist free. In a moment of impatience, Yimyeong tried to turn him around by the shoulder. But in that instant, Seolyoung’s thunderous voice fell upon him.

“I said, let go! The smell of that bastard on you….”

“……”

“…is driving me crazy.”

Seolyoung’s hand was hot as fire. Yimyeong, with a startled face, stepped back and rushed into the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, the house had grown dark. Finding it strange that Seolyoung had not turned on a single light as the sun set, Yimyeong looked around.

“Seolyoung-ah.”

When he turned on the light in the nearby kitchen, he saw Seolyoung crouched on the living room floor. He was leaning against the table with his head buried in his knees, in a posture that looked like he had been about to sit on the sofa and collapsed just like that.

His heart sank, wondering if he was sick somewhere.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick somewhere?”

Yimyeong, who was about to hurry over, remembered the words that he smelled of Han Jiwan and hesitated for a moment. At that moment, Seolyoung waved his hand.

“Don’t come….”

The voice that came out, scraping his vocal cords, was completely cracked. Yimyeong realized that his condition was not normal.

“Seolyoung-ah. What’s wrong? Are you sick somewhere?”

Having no choice, Yimyeong approached him, water dripping from his hair. When he lifted his chin to raise his head, the part he touched was hot as fire. It was an unusually high fever.

“Haah….”

Seolyoung, tilting his head back until it touched the table, groaned in pain. On his white cheeks and the nape of his neck, distinct heat rashes had bloomed here and there. The heat rash had spread not only on his face but also on all exposed areas like his neck and wrists. He had never seen such a severe rash.

Cold sweat ran down Yimyeong’s spine.

“Let’s go to the hospital. Seolyoung-ah, you’re in danger right now.”

Yimyeong put his hands under Seolyoung’s arms and tried to lift him. The heavy weight settled on his arms, and at the moment he straightened his knees to half-lift him….

“……”

With a loud noise, his vision flipped. As he fell, he hit his spine directly on the table, and his vision turned completely black. Right after a short blackout, his vision, filled with static, brightened, and when he came to his senses, he was completely pinned under Seolyoung’s body, staring at the ceiling.

“Wait, Seolyoung… Seolyoung-ah…! …Keuk….”

As soon as he lifted his upper body slightly, Yimyeong was pushed down strongly, hitting the back of his head on the floor and letting out a short groan. Seolyoung was strange. Unlike usual, his touch was rough, and the firm, long fingers that gripped his neck felt as if they were made of dry ice.

“Seolyoung-ah, what’s wrong!”

Yimyeong struggled, trying to get out from under his body. But just by showing a slight movement to get away, the strength in Seolyoung’s hand intensified. The hand gripping the nape of his neck was especially agonizing.

“Myeong-ah, haah, Myeong-ah….”

Hot breaths poured onto his ear and lips. His skin, having just finished a long shower, was still moist and emitted a nice fragrance. Without knowing the reason, Yimyeong thought he had angered Seolyoung.

“…Ugh, Keut!”

Yimyeong tried to remove Seolyoung’s hand wrapped around his neck and said, Seolyoung-ah, let go of this. I’ll go wash more thoroughly. I can’t breathe… but no voice came out from his tightly choked throat.

“Keu… eugh ah… ”

“Huk, heok….”

“Kkeuk… let go…. Ah….”

His breathing soon reached its limit. Yimyeong struggled to pry Seolyoung’s fingers off and eventually could not hold back and scratched his fingers. Even so, Seolyoung paid no mind and ravenously licked Yimyeong’s reddened lips, cheeks, and jawline. It was as if he were being licked not by a person but by a wolf, a lion.

The strength in Yimyeong’s hands, which were trying to remove Seolyoung’s hand from his neck, gradually began to fade. As his limbs went limp in his whitening, flashing vision, Seolyoung only let go of his hand right before Yimyeong was about to pass out.

“Heok, keoheok….”

As soon as he could finally breathe, Yimyeong greatly expanded his ribcage to inhale air and then coughed violently. Seolyoung, who had climbed on top of the limply recovering Yimyeong, once again sucked on his blood-drained lips. At the same time, he urgently pressed his lower body against him and forcibly tore off Yimyeong’s pants.

“Seol, young-ah. This isn’t right. I don’t want it like this….”

This was not right. He did not want to be taken in this kind of retaliatory way.

With his bloodshot eyes, Yimyeong tried to soothe Seolyoung. He rubbed his hot cheek and tried to stop his rampaging actions. But Seolyoung lunged at him like a beast, as if releasing his sexual desire right now was his top priority.

Although they sometimes enjoyed rough sex, Yimyeong had never felt his strength to be violent. But now was different.

‘Something is strange. This isn’t normal….’

His thin lounge pants were instantly ripped off with a rriip. A hot hand fumbled at his still-damp nether regions, trying to remove the bothersome underwear that got in the way, and when it did not go as planned, he ripped that off as well. At the same time, Seolyoung arbitrarily fondled Yimyeong’s flaccid member.

“Heueu, heuk….”

His crotch, pressed hard, felt only pain instead of arousal. His vision blurred before his bloodshot eyes.

“Ah, don’t….”

At the same moment he made eye contact with Seolyoung, in a fleeting instant of ‘no way,’ a merciless sensation followed below. Pik! The moment he was penetrated as if being struck from inside, Yimyeong forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Keuk, keulluck keulluck….”

It was an excessively forceful insertion. It thrust up to his breathing diaphragm, making him cough. The inside of Yimyeong, who usually lubricated himself sufficiently with his own fluids with just a little foreplay, was still bone dry. The penis pushing in, as if splitting raw flesh and tearing muscle, felt like a sharp blade.

“Ah… Ah, it hu…rts, ah… it hurts.”

Yimyeong begged with a broken tongue, shaking his head. But Seolyoung brushed Yimyeong’s forehead, repeatedly urging him to make eye contact.

“Myeong-ah, Myeong-ah. Look at me.”

“Keut, it hurts….”

But as Yimyeong kept shaking his head, Seolyoung grabbed his forehead with his hand and slammed it onto the floor to hold it still.

“Aack!”

With his hair held like that, he was pierced inside once again. It was a thrusting so intense that he feared all his internal organs would be bruised. Seolyoung put his full weight into it, pounding his hips, thump, thump, as if to brand himself onto him.

“Heu, eugh….”

Yimyeong, who had been letting out thin moans, suddenly felt his insides become drenched. It was blood from a partial rupture of his clenching muscles, but neither of them knew it was blood.

“Ah-euk, heu… heok….”

Seolyoung, muttering with a slurred tongue, seemed to be out of his mind. Yimyeong, while being treated roughly by Seolyoung, worried about him. He did not know what it was, but Seolyoung was possessed right now. This was different from his usual self.

‘He really has a high fever. I think Seolyoung is sick….’

Even while being treated roughly by him, Yimyeong reached out his arm, placed his hand on the nape of Seolyoung’s neck, and gently caressed him. Seolyoung’s fever had not subsided one bit.

The violent insertion, as if crushing his insides, continued. Yimyeong’s back was scraped raw and red from the friction against the floor, and a mixture of blood and semen flowed from his buttocks, which were being pounded repeatedly and forcefully.

“Ack!”

Again, peok, the tip of the glans thrusting up struck the most tender spot deep inside. Even amidst the pain, Yimyeong flinched in surprise and curled his body.

“No. I’ll break… I’ll get hurt, ah-euk!”

But Seolyoung desperately rubbed their lips together and pressed his lower body against him, continuing to pound the tender spot, thump, thump. Yimyeong, frightened by the penis striking his cervix, trembled all over. Feeling the merciless hip movements, he could, ironically, tell just how careful Seolyoung usually was to not hurt him.

What was dumbfounding was the fact that he was getting wet even in this situation. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth every time the thick penis scraped his insides without mercy. Between extreme fear and pleasure, Yimyeong’s mind also began to blur.

“Euk, heok….”

Seolyoung, who had been groaning as if disappointed that he could not go in any further, pulled back and pushed his fingers down below. One finger slid easily into the wet hole that was already holding his penis. As he moaned at the sensation of being forcibly stretched open in an unnatural shape, Seolyoung stretched his insides with two fingers and then shoved something in.

“……”

Yimyeong was so startled he stiffened his back. If he was not mistaken, what Seolyoung was pushing in now was his scrotum. He intended to greedily push both of his tautly drawn-up testicles into the narrow hole.

“No… Ah, no….”

Yimyeong panted, taking countless shallow breaths. Once he had swallowed the scrotum as well, the angle of insertion became much deeper. The glans, having reached the very front of the womb’s door that should not be opened, persistently tried to pierce the folds of the cervix. Yimyeong let tears stream down both his cheeks and pushed against Seolyoung’s chest. But each time, Seolyoung would pull Yimyeong’s hands and lick and kiss each joint.

“I’m going to cum in here. I want you to get pregnant… hmm? I’ve done everything you’ve asked for until now. Please, Myeong-ah. So please grant me just one thing I want….”

At his words, Yimyeong felt dizzy. He was scared that his penis, which really felt like it had penetrated up to his solar plexus, would actually plant its seed in an unfamiliar organ.

And that fear became reality.

Soon, Seolyoung ejaculated for a long time with a low groan like a crying beast. The amount of semen was so much that it emptied his completely full scrotum. At the pressure of the stream hitting the deepest, most sensitive spot, Yimyeong trembled, feeling extreme pleasure. He felt so much that he almost fainted for a moment.

“Myeong-ah…, Myeong-ah….”

Seolyoung whispered and hugged Yimyeong tightly. At the same time as he was bearing his heavy weight, Yimyeong felt a dull ache from below that was hard to explain.

“Heu…eugh….”

The sense of fullness that had already reached his solar plexus strangely seemed to be growing larger. It became increasingly difficult to breathe. Feeling as if his peritoneum was expanding, Yimyeong took shallow breaths. At the same time, his bottom opened up to the point of aching. It was a knot.

“Ha, no… Ah… heueu….”

His insides would tear more. A sob burst from Yimyeong’s lips, who had no confidence he could handle Seolyoung’s knot, which seemed to have lost all control.

“Seolyoung-ah, Seolyoung-ah…. I’m in pain, really… it hurts so much.”

Yet, in this situation, the only one he could cling to was Seolyoung. Yimyeong wrapped his arms around Seolyoung’s neck and begged. Wanting to escape the pain somehow, he calmed his trembling breath and relaxed the clenching below.

But no matter how much he relaxed, instead of feeling more comfortable, Seolyoung’s thing seemed to be growing even larger. And this was not a delusion. The base of Seolyoung’s cock was already swollen larger than an adult man’s fist.

“Heuah-euk….”

Yimyeong, who had been holding it in, whimpered and cried out loud like a child. Seolyoung blinked his eyes slowly and then touched Yimyeong’s hair, which was drenched in cold sweat. With his face covered in heat rashes. Then, as per Yimyeong’s request, he tried to pull his hips back. But at the same time, Yimyeong was plagued by the illusion that his insides were not just tearing but bursting wide open.

“Aack!”

At the short scream, Seolyoung stopped moving. In reality, only one of the forcibly inserted testicles had popped out of the hole, but to the excessively frightened Yimyeong, even that felt like a tremendous stimulus.

Seolyoung held him tightly in his arms until Yimyeong’s pained groans subsided and continued to kiss him. He firmly blocked the entrance with the base of his cock so that the semen he had just ejaculated would not leak out, and continued to soothe Yimyeong, who was in pain and whimpering.

“…Myeong-ah, you’re so pretty.”

Seolyoung muttered slowly in a hoarse voice. Yimyeong’s deathly pale face was a mess of tears. His lips were thoroughly wet with saliva he had not managed to control between extreme pleasure and extreme terror. The whites of his swollen eyelids were bloodshot. Seolyoung repeatedly stroked Yimyeong’s damp hair.

In the meantime, the white sclera of Yimyeong’s eyes showed. It seemed he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

After ejaculating once, Seolyoung also slowly began to regain his senses.

The first thing he registered was Yimyeong’s utterly disheveled face. The face of the gorgeous handsome man, decorated with tears, was so beautiful and precious.

Next, he had this thought.

Was Yimyeong’s face like this when he was pinned under Han Jiwan, stained with humiliation?

He often saw a superimposed image of him being raped by another man on Yimyeong’s face. That face, which he had only ever imagined, was now right before his eyes.

The one who had made him cry like this was none other than himself.

Thinking that he was different from a rapist, that he would never make Yimyeong cry… was that a pathetic sense of superiority, or was it a shabby self-defense?

Strangely, after violating him to the same extent as Han Jiwan, he came to know what he really wanted to see.

Seolyoung, amid jealousy and guilt, fainted and lost consciousness.

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The first rut of a now fully mature Alpha was brutally long. No matter how much he ejaculated, the heat would not leave his penis, so Seolyoung groaned in agony, and Yimyeong accepted him until both his front and back holes were swollen.

By the time 36 hours had passed since they had started having relations, Yimyeong’s penis would no longer get properly hard. Seolyoung had masturbated him so much with his mouth and hands that his foreskin was chafed, and his front, empty of semen with nothing left to spill, would only twitch and leak a clear fluid. He had experienced dry orgasms from both front and back so many times that his whole body had become sensitive, convulsing at the mere touch of skin.

The only fortunate thing was that Yimyeong was relatively insensitive to pain and his body was sturdy. His young body, which did not break down easily, did not die even when pushed to its limits. Although he was pushed to the very brink of death.

Only after about 48 hours had passed did Seolyoung’s knotted state finally release. He, who had planted his seed inside Yimyeong until the very end, collapsed like a log and lost consciousness, as if to catch up on all the sleep he had been putting off. Yimyeong, too, still pinned beneath him, fell asleep as if fainting.

After sleeping side-by-side for a long time on the bed soaked in semen and sweat.

The first one to wake up was Yimyeong.

“……”

He seemed to have slept so deeply it was hard to tell if it was sleep or death. Even after opening his eyes, Yimyeong lay there blankly for a while.

A long while later, Yimyeong pushed his screaming body up and went to find a thermometer.

The heat rashes that had colored Seolyoung’s entire body were now left as faint traces, but the heat in his body remained.

‘38 degrees.’

Yimyeong was very surprised after taking Seolyoung’s temperature. He thought he was a bit better now, but his fever was still high.

After hesitating a little, Yimyeong, after some thought, found a contact in Seolyoung’s phone and called his personal doctor, Inchan.