The World of Contrasts Vol. 1 Chapter 5

After briefly looking around, Seol Daeyoung picked Jaemin up and slung him over his shoulder like a sack. Jaemin tried to grab his back but his sweaty hands kept slipping.

“Huh…huh…”

“Who are you looking for, fuck…”

Seol Daeyoung swallowed a curse under his breath and tightly wrapped his arm around Jaemin’s lower body.

Carrying Jaemin, Seol Daeyoung headed towards the old building where the central clubs were located. As soon as he entered the building and escaped the noisy crowd, Jaemin could only hear his own breath echoing in the empty hallway. He was panting like a rag, letting out moans mixed with nasal sounds.

“Haah…huh…ugh…”

Jaemin bit his lip until it bled. Seol Daeyoung, carrying Jaemin, opened a door somewhere. The sound of a password being entered and the lock clicking open followed. Jaemin didn’t care where they were. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Jaemin staggered and reached out a trembling hand to Seol Daeyoung.

“Ph, ph, phone…”

He needed to contact Seonho, who was waiting for him somewhere on campus, and escape this place immediately. Seol Daeyoung slowly took out a black phone from his pocket. In that moment, Jaemin felt like he was about to pass out.

“Give…q, quickly…”

Jaemin panted heavily as he looked at Seol Daeyoung holding his phone. Seol Daeyoung stared at him with darkened eyes and asked in a low voice.

“What will this Seonho person do if you contact him?”

Jaemin tried to snatch the phone but missed. Seol Daeyoung wasn’t necessarily avoiding him, but Jaemin’s movements were completely out of the normal range.

“S, suppressant…huh…”

Jaemin lost his balance and leaned against the wall, grimacing. His lips were a mess of tears and saliva, but his throat was dry and unbearable. Seol Daeyoung looked at him with an emotionless voice.

“Suppressant? You know that won’t calm you down in this situation.”

“I, IV…3, 300 milliliters…i, inject…”

Seol Daeyoung frowned at him. His eyes darkened under his long, narrow eyelids.

“Has that bastard been doing this to you all along?”

“Haah…haah…”

“You know you could die from this, right?”

“Rather…huh…j, just kill me…ah, ah…”

“Jang Jaemin…”

Seol Daeyoung fell silent as Jaemin unzipped the black bomber jacket he was wearing. The white top underneath revealed Jaemin’s neck, flushed red. Jaemin clung to the thin fabric, his back against the wall. Seol Daeyoung watched him intently, not even making a sound.

“Haah…huh…ugh…”

Jaemin panted heavily, rubbing his lower body against the wall. The itching in his hole was unbearable. Seol Daeyoung’s dark eyes staring at him were painful and agonizing.

But his body, betraying his reason, was dragging Jaemin into hell. Even Seol Daeyoung’s gaze was a stimulus. As he showed his aroused state, a suicidal impulse surged within him, along with a conflicting desire to show even more.

“Fuck…huh…”

Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his erection, soaking his underwear. Jaemin wished he could cut off his hand that kept reaching towards his crotch.

Seonho was the one who injected suppressants and contacted alphas for money, so Jaemin was left exposed to his unquenchable thirst, howling like an animal.

“Aaaaaah!”

His knees buckled, and he slid down the wall, slamming the back of his head against it. He hoped his head would crack, but something blocked it. The heat from Seol Daeyoung’s palm transferred directly to Jaemin’s small head.

“Not again,” Seol Daeyoung whispered, his voice echoing in Jaemin’s mind.

“Haah…ah…”

“Jaemin.”

Seol Daeyoung called his name, his voice hoarse as if he had inhaled too much smoke.

“Ask for help.”

“Huh…”

“Just say you need help, just one word.”

Tears streamed down Jaemin’s bloodshot eyes.

That rainy day long ago. The face that first made him cry in front of others was right before him. Images of scattered rose petals, burst cherries, and blood droplets swirled in Jaemin’s mind.

“You’re crying…It makes me feel like I’m the bad guy.”

Jaemin spat out with a wet voice to the one who always witnessed his worst moments.

“Fuck…off…you asshole…”

A twisted smile briefly crossed Seol Daeyoung’s full lips. Yeah, I knew you’d have that look on your face.

But Jaemin didn’t get a chance to see the real face of the guy he had never seen before. Seol Daeyoung roughly pulled his head and parted his lips.

And then, everything changed.

Jaemin desperately clung to him, licking his tongue. As hotly and desperately as possible.

* * *

After entering university, Seol Daeyoung surprisingly joined a photography club. Jaemin always ridiculed him for his expensive camera, expensive film, and hobby that didn’t suit him.

Little did he know that the subject of the prints developed in Seol Daeyoung’s darkroom would be himself.

“Huh…ugh…”

Pulled into a separate darkroom with a red light in the club room, Jaemin panted and kissed Seol Daeyoung.

Seol Daeyoung no longer suppressed his pheromones, releasing them freely. Jaemin’s eyes, filled with tears and pleasure, hazily soaked in the intoxicating, refreshing scent.

“Haah…huh…ah…”

Seol Daeyoung bit Jaemin’s red lips and soft tongue at will, panting heavily. His massive forearm bulged and relaxed repeatedly.

“Lick my tongue. Harder.”

With a raspy voice, Seol Daeyoung stirred Jaemin’s mouth with his tongue. Saliva welled up from his molars, mixing thickly with Seol Daeyoung’s. Jaemin’s body pressed tightly against him, preferring Seol Daeyoung’s taste over his own.

“Swallow it, like this.”

The boy who used to play with cherry stems was gone. Seol Daeyoung voraciously sucked Jaemin’s tongue like an animal. Suddenly, a sharp pain mixed with pleasure surged from the underside of his tongue.

“Ah!”

“You can make sounds like that? Feels too good?”

As if giving a blowjob, Seol Daeyoung sucked and pulled Jaemin’s tongue. He groped Jaemin’s chest, and the thin fabric tore with a ripping sound.

Under the red light, Seol Daeyoung looked like a monster as he stared at Jaemin, panting. Seol Daeyoung ran his hand over Jaemin’s bulging forearm.

“Ugh! Ah!”

As Seol Daeyoung’s palm grazed Jaemin’s erect nipple, a husky moan escaped Jaemin’s throat.

“Feel your nipples?”

Seol Daeyoung murmured, twisting Jaemin’s nipple with two fingers. Jaemin’s spine twitched and shivered.

“I never thought your body would be this sensitive.”

Jaemin wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, but as Seol Daeyoung bowed his head and took Jaemin’s nipple into his mouth, a sobbing moan escaped Jaemin’s lips instead of curses.

“Huh! Ah!”

Seol Daeyoung sucked Jaemin’s erect nipple and red areola, making loud smacking sounds. Jaemin leaned against the wall, moaning and trembling. His crotch was soaked with wetness.

“Did you come already?”

The wet kisses spread across his flat chest, leaving teeth marks and lip prints like wounds. Seol Daeyoung asked roughly, but Jaemin couldn’t answer. Jaemin pushed him away and knelt in front of him, his hands trembling like an addict as he undid Seol Daeyoung’s belt.

Seol Daeyoung’s nose crinkled, realizing what Jaemin was about to do. Jaemin inhaled Seol Daeyoung’s intensifying pheromone scent deep into his lungs.

The unfulfilled pleasure that had been torturing him finally began to subside. Jaemin had lost all reason.

Jaemin tried to pull down Seol Daeyoung’s pants and underwear, but it wasn’t easy. The fabric caught on his erection, making it difficult to lower.

“Haah…”

As Jaemin buried his face in Seol Daeyoung’s crotch, Seol Daeyoung gripped his hair and cursed.

“Ugh!”

Simultaneously, Seol Daeyoung roughly pulled down his own clothes. His massive cock sprang out, hitting Jaemin’s chin and making him feel like he would pass out. Seol Daeyoung’s intense scent made it hard to breathe.

Seol Daeyoung’s cock was as large and long as his body. Before he could even put it in Jaemin’s mouth, Jaemin moved first. He grabbed the shaft with his hand and took the round, bulging tip into his mouth. Only a third of it fit, filling his mouth completely and making it hard to move his tongue.

“Ah…ha…”

Jaemin moaned with muffled sounds. Seol Daeyoung’s cock, with its red and blue veins bulging, felt violently massive in his mouth. His hole, anticipating their union, twitched and leaked fluids.

Drip. Drool.

Saliva dripped down Jaemin’s chin as he sucked Seol Daeyoung’s cock. Seol Daeyoung, gripping Jaemin’s hair, watched him with a dark gaze, still unsatisfied despite receiving the blowjob.

“Ha…huh…haah…”

“Jang Jaemin.”

Seol Daeyoung called his name in a low voice.

“Do you think that’s enough to make me come…?”

* * *

As Jaemin glared at Seol Daeyoung, who was already hard as a steel rod and talking nonsense, Seol Daeyoung thrust his hips, driving his cock deep into Jaemin’s mouth and making him gag and spit out saliva.

Overwhelmed by both nausea and pleasure, Jaemin trembled. Then he felt Seol Daeyoung’s cock growing even larger in his mouth.

“Ugh!”

The semi-erect shaft was now fully hard. Jaemin could only grab Seol Daeyoung’s thighs and moan with muffled sounds as Seol Daeyoung pushed deeper into his throat. Pheromones gushed from his untouched hole like a bursting dam.

“Huh! Th-that…ah, ugh!”

“Is it too deep, Jaemin? Even this much?”

Seol Daeyoung began to thrust his hips vigorously. Jaemin knew he was crazy, but this confirmed it. Tears streaming down his face, Jaemin tightened his throat around Seol Daeyoung’s cock. The low, cough-like sound Seol Daeyoung made was satisfying to hear.

Jaemin grabbed Seol Daeyoung’s rock-hard thighs and buried his face deep into his pubic hair. He felt like he could die from suffocation, and he didn’t care. Fuck, Seol Daeyoung exhaled roughly. Then, a thick load of semen shot down Jaemin’s esophagus, coating it. Jaemin swallowed every drop of the pheromone-laden alpha semen.

“Haah…haah…”

As Jaemin tried to pull his dizzy head back, he realized he couldn’t. Instead of pulling out, Seol Daeyoung started fucking his mouth again. His cock, which had briefly softened, hardened once more and thrust wildly into Jaemin’s mouth.

“Fuck…huh!”

When Seol Daeyoung came for the second time in Jaemin’s mouth, Jaemin felt like he wanted to pass out.

“You’re fucking insane, Jang Jaemin.”

“You asshole…”

Jaemin barely moved his weak jaw and crawled out from between Seol Daeyoung’s legs. Turning his back to Seol Daeyoung, he knelt and looked back over his shoulder with tear-streaked eyes.

Seol Daeyoung, with a scowl and slightly parted lips, stared at Jaemin presenting his ass like an animal, panting heavily.

“You impotent bastard…Fuck my ass…not my mouth…ugh…”

A fire seemed to ignite in Seol Daeyoung’s eyes, and suddenly, Jaemin’s body was flipped over. Seol Daeyoung tore off Jaemin’s soaked pants and pinned him beneath his body, immobilizing him.

After crossing his arms to pull off his t-shirt, Seol Daeyoung stuffed the cloth into Jaemin’s mouth. Jaemin gasped for air like a person finding an oxygen tank in the deep sea. With each breath, Seol Daeyoung’s scent filled his mind like a mist.

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

Seol Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s thighs, spreading them apart, his voice raspy.

“How did you hold back from wanting to do this to me until now?”

“Ugh…”

Seol Daeyoung’s fingers suddenly invaded his hole. It felt like three, no, four fingers at once. The already wet hole eagerly sucked them in. As the thick fingers brushed against his inner walls, Jaemin screamed in pleasure, the cloth still in his mouth.

“Huh!”

“You must be dying from pleasure.”

Seol Daeyoung’s words were humiliating, but Jaemin couldn’t refuse him. The sound of fluids squelching from his hole filled the air. Jaemin wanted to kill him for teasing with his fingers instead of his cock, but the pleasure Seol Daeyoung was giving him made his whole body feel like it was melting.

As Jaemin writhed and moaned, Seol Daeyoung removed the cloth from his mouth and threw it away. The fingers in his hole slipped out, and the pheromone-soaked cloth disappeared from his face.

“Haah…why…”

Seol Daeyoung laughed, his face contorted, as he looked at Jaemin, who wore an expression of betrayal like a child suddenly deprived of a treat.

“Fuck…they’re all idiots…How could they…?”

Jaemin tried to say something, but Seol Daeyoung’s fingers filled his empty mouth, making it impossible. As he licked the fingers that had forcefully entered his mouth, Seol Daeyoung’s smile vanished.

Then, Seol Daeyoung’s cock thrust into Jaemin’s wet hole.

“…Huh…!”

Jaemin gasped, Seol Daeyoung’s fingers still in his mouth. At the moment of penetration, a thin stream of semen dripped from Jaemin’s cock.

He realized too late that the fingers constantly stimulating his hole were intended to widen it. Still, it didn’t mitigate the shock of Seol Daeyoung’s cock reaching his sigmoid colon.

Seol Daeyoung didn’t hold back and pierced him in one go. The outline of his cock, as thick as an adult’s forearm, was visible beneath Jaemin’s flat stomach. Jaemin felt a mix of pain and pleasure, as if his body was being split in half, and held his breath.

“I’m fucking you with my cock, just like you wanted. Do you like it, Jaemin?”

Seol Daeyoung pulled his hips back and thrust in again, a slight smile on his face. A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead. No one who knew him would ever imagine Seol Daeyoung pinning an omega beneath him and speaking such crude words.

“I’m finally having you.”

Jaemin was one of the foolish people who had been deceived. Seol Daeyoung, this fucking two-faced bastard, was too good an actor.

“Since I’ve held back for so long…I can fuck you as much as I want, and no one can say anything.”

Jaemin’s thin thighs wrapped around Seol Daeyoung’s arm, as thick as ancient tree roots.

As he began to thrust in earnest, a sweet and refreshing pheromone that tickled the core seeped out from within Jaemin. The scent, like a bouquet of fresh roses mixed with osmanthus, filled the air as Seol Daeyoung drove into him forcefully.

“Ah! Ugh…! Ah! Ahh…!”

Jaemin moved his hips in sync with Seol Daeyoung’s increasingly intense movements. As he lifted his ass to allow deeper penetration, Seol Daeyoung’s face contorted. Watching the panting Jaemin, his long lips twisted, and he muttered to himself.

“You’re incredible, Jang Jaemin.”

Seol Daeyoung, with a demonic expression, spat on Jaemin’s body. His saliva dripped onto Jaemin’s cock, which swayed near his navel. Seol Daeyoung was the kind of bastard who fucked dirty, and the problem was that Jaemin’s body melted with every one of his movements.

“How can your cock be like this?”

The clear semen flowing from the omega’s urethra mixed with the alpha’s saliva, creating long strings as the cock swayed. Seol Daeyoung, watching Jaemin coming while being fucked by him, muttered to himself.

“I want to take a picture.”

Even in his dazed state, Jaemin managed to lift his wet eyes. Seol Daeyoung was reaching into his back pocket, intending to actually take a photo.

“Ugh, ah, no…! Ugh…”

“Why? Too tight?”

As Jaemin clung to Seol Daeyoung’s arm, trying to stop him from taking out his phone, Seol Daeyoung frowned and panted hotly.

“Why…Does the thought of recording us having sex excite you, Jaemin?”

The intensity and speed of the thrusts increased, making Jaemin’s hips redden from the impact. Seol Daeyoung’s curved cock stimulated Jaemin’s prostate with every thrust, making his eyes flicker like a broken neon light.

“Ah! Ugh! Ahh…! Ahh…”

Every thrust felt like a beating. Seol Daeyoung’s rock-hard lower body slammed into Jaemin, making the muscles in his ass clench and release, revealing sharp lines.

“I’m excited…”

Seol Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s cock and panted hotly. He stroked the cock, slippery with a mix of his saliva and Jaemin’s semen, making it spurt more come.

The semen of an omega without seed was just a tool to arouse the alpha. Seol Daeyoung began to twist Jaemin’s slippery cock, making him writhe and shed tears.

“No one would ever guess that you’re fucking me, would they?”

“Ugh…Haah…!”

“You hate me, don’t you? That’s why.”

After squeezing out every last drop of fluid from Jaemin’s engorged cock, Seol Daeyoung draped Jaemin’s limp legs over his shoulders. As Seol Daeyoung folded Jaemin’s body in half, his face was now right in front of Jaemin’s.

Jaemin forced his tear-soaked eyelashes open, meeting Seol Daeyoung’s beastly eyes gleaming with desire. The convulsions wracking his body from the overwhelming pleasure were beyond his control.

* * *

“You’re…really fucking beautiful, Jang Jaemin.”

Jaemin glared at Seol Daeyoung as he whispered, struggling with all his might to spit in his face. Seol Daeyoung slowly licked the saliva from his lips.

“You always get angry when I compliment you. Why is that?”

Why? Perhaps because Jaemin instinctively knew the cynical intent hidden behind such praise. The shame of an alpha calling an omega male “beautiful” pierced his skin like needles.

Jaemin hoped Seol Daeyoung’s cock, buried deep inside him, would break off, but the pleasure that surged back made his body tremble. Seol Daeyoung let out a soft laugh, his nose crinkling as he whispered lowly.

“That’s why you’re cute.”

Fuck you. You asshole…!

Jaemin tried to push him away but failed. With his body folded in half and Seol Daeyoung’s deep thrusts grinding against his balls, Jaemin couldn’t resist.

“Ah!”

“Keep provoking me, and I’ll come inside you.”

At Seol Daeyoung’s whisper, Jaemin’s lips trembled as he panted. During a heat cycle, the chance of pregnancy without contraception was over 90%. Seol Daeyoung kissed Jaemin’s parted lips softly, laughing gently.

“I was just kidding, don’t be so surprised.”

I really want to come inside you. As Seol Daeyoung muttered in a sinister voice, Jaemin gritted his teeth.

“You fucking asshole, I’ll definitely kill you…ah…”

“Feeling better now?”

Seol Daeyoung murmured into his ear, his hot breath making Jaemin’s toes curl.

“You asshole, stop releasing pheromones…ah!”

“Hmm…I’m really holding back right now.”

Seol Daeyoung’s lies were outrageous. Jaemin felt his body completely melting from the pheromones Seol Daeyoung was emitting. The heat hadn’t even subsided, and his hole was already twitching, craving more stimulation.

“Your hole seems to love my scent. It twitches every time I release pheromones.”

“You fucking asshole…Ah…! D-Don’t say that…?”

Jaemin felt a mortifying urge and grabbed Seol Daeyoung’s face with his hand.

“I’ll cut out your…tongue…!”

“Here.”

As Seol Daeyoung laughed softly and stuck out his tongue, something inside Jaemin snapped. In that moment, their tongues magnetically locked together.

A kiss ensued, intensifying his thirst rather than quenching it. They kissed like animals, dirty and rough, as Seol Daeyoung thrust his cock deep inside, stirring Jaemin’s inner walls as if carving a path.

“Hmm…mm…”

Their entwined tongues parted with a wet sound. Seol Daeyoung looked at him and commanded.

“Open your eyes.”

Jaemin squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. He thought it would be better not to see.

“Closing your eyes and denying reality?”

Seol Daeyoung’s voice twisted as he pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside Jaemin. He licked his lips.

“If you don’t open your eyes, I won’t fuck you, Jaemin.”

Jaemin’s eyelashes fluttered, wet with tears, as he kept his eyes tightly shut.

“Your heat won’t end until tomorrow morning. Are you okay with that?”

Asshole.

“Just open your eyes. It’s simple, right?”

Seol Daeyoung’s voice, coaxing like a lullaby, made Jaemin’s body melt. His hole, gripping Seol Daeyoung’s cock, leaked fluids that coated the shaft.

“As expected, you’re a prince. Can’t be helped.”

Seol Daeyoung’s excited voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I’ve had enough, Jang Jaemin.”

As Seol Daeyoung regretfully licked his lips and pulled his hips back, Jaemin slowly opened his tear-soaked eyelashes. But by then, Seol Daeyoung’s cock had already slipped out of his hole with an embarrassing sound.

“…”

Seol Daeyoung said nothing for a moment, just staring at Jaemin with wide eyes, panting softly under the red light. He looked like a madman.

“Do it for me,” Jaemin muttered in a hoarse voice.

“…It’s too late, idiot.”

Seol Daeyoung whispered, frowning. Jaemin couldn’t regain his senses, overwhelmed by Seol Daeyoung’s intensifying pheromones.

In truth, Jaemin wasn’t the only one extremely aroused. Seol Daeyoung’s glazed eyes and the ferocity with which he had been pounding into him were evidence of his own desperate desire.

“So…you should have done it when you had the chance.”

But Seol Daeyoung refused to be a slave to his desires and chose to be the master instead. Fucking asshole. Jaemin had already realized this in their senior year of high school when Seol Daeyoung had resisted him during his heat. Seol Daeyoung was a monster.

How could he have such self-control to pull out his cock after getting this excited? Jaemin’s heart pounded fiercely, not just his body.

I want to break him. I want to make this incredible alpha kneel before me.

As this raw desire exploded from his heart, words betraying his reason slipped from Jaemin’s red lips, mixed with moans.

“You can come inside me…I don’t care.”

Seol Daeyoung’s eyebrows twitched fiercely. In that fleeting moment, seeing the desire bursting from Seol Daeyoung’s eyes, Jaemin knew he had won this battle. Seol Daeyoung couldn’t refuse him. In the end, you’ll be the one kneeling to me.

“Ha…You’re enjoying this.”

Just as Jaemin let out a weak laugh,

“Fuck…”

The cock rammed back into his quivering hole, filling him completely. Jaemin closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his body being split in two.

“Huh!”

The thrusting began, fierce as an axe chopping wood. Jaemin’s inner walls cheered enthusiastically, releasing fluids. The sound of waves crashing echoed as Seol Daeyoung’s thrusts reddened Jaemin’s cheeks, not giving him a chance to come.

“How have you been living all this time, wanting to fuck me…?”

Seol Daeyoung gripped Jaemin’s face tightly, muttering in a hoarse voice. Under the red light, his face looked as if it were drenched in blood, but Jaemin thought it suited him better. Better than pretending to be good and smiling under the sun.

“Huh? Jaemin…”

Jaemin’s still-erect cock stood tall and swayed. Seol Daeyoung placed his hand on the floor and pulled Jaemin into his arms.

“Beg me to come inside you.”

As he increased his speed, the intense pleasure hit Jaemin continuously. Ah. This is too fast.

“Huh, ugh, ah! Ah…! Ugh…! Ahh!”

With the mechanical motion of breaking through the earth, Jaemin’s spine curved. His tightly defined abs clearly showed the outline of the cock thrusting into him.

“The scent…fuck…ah!”

The highly aroused Seol Daeyoung cursed and buried his nose in the pulsating spot under Jaemin’s ear. He inhaled the thick omega pheromones and thrust into Jaemin like an enraged bull.

As Jaemin rolled his eyes back and trembled, semen spurted from his navel. It was already his third orgasm, but the intense scent showed no signs of fading.

Seol Daeyoung spread the semen splattered on Jaemin’s body. Jaemin’s legs, which had been weakly hanging, found their place, and Seol Daeyoung pulled out of him. Jaemin lay on the floor, watching Seol Daeyoung roughly jerk himself off with his wet hand.

The fierce hand movements made Jaemin wonder if masturbating like that wouldn’t harm his cock. It was a crude action, but the intense gaze of Seol Daeyoung, staring at him with a scowl, made his body burn hotly.

“Haah…haah…”

As Jaemin parted his lips, Seol Daeyoung contorted his face and cursed again. You drive me crazy, fuck. It was something similar, but Jaemin couldn’t hear it clearly. Seol Daeyoung’s cock tip was stuffed into his mouth, and thick semen poured onto his tongue again.

Once, twice, three times.

The semen filling his mouth and throat made Jaemin feel like he could now recognize Seol Daeyoung by this scent alone. Jaemin thought it was ridiculous that someone with such a scent would choose to use cheap-smelling soap.

“Ha…Did you swallow it all?”

Seol Daeyoung, who had come intensely, asked as he tapped Jaemin’s face with his cock. Jaemin’s body, exhausted from the continuous sex, was completely soaked. Especially his face. Physiological tears, saliva, sweat, and Seol Daeyoung’s semen dripping from his lips.

“Huh…”

Jaemin turned his gaze away from Seol Daeyoung’s cock and slowly brushed his black hair back, turning his body around.

Under the red light, Seol Daeyoung watched Jaemin turn his back to him, his knees trembling as he pressed his shoulders down and used his tattooed hands to spread his hole. It was the same pose that had driven Seol Daeyoung crazy earlier.

The difference now was that Jaemin was completely naked, not a thread on him.

“You idiot…You want it here…?”

In the moment Jaemin glared at him with red eyes, panting heavily, Seol Daeyoung pounced on him like a beast.

* * *

“Ah! Huh…! Ah! Huh…! Ahh…! Ahh…! Ahh…!”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed as the alpha’s massive cock, as thick as an arm, pounded into the omega’s hole.

“Jang Jaemin…You’re serious, right?”

Jaemin panted heavily, his body shaking violently. The position, with Seol Daeyoung taking him from behind, made it feel like his cock was thrusting deep into his throat.

“You’re clenching so hard, it must be true.”

Seol Daeyoung gripped Jaemin’s wrists tightly as Jaemin’s body weakly collapsed forward. His body, pulled back, couldn’t move forward and was slammed down onto Seol Daeyoung. With each intense thrust, his spine shivered, and his mind felt like mush.

“Do you really want to have my baby?”

Seol Daeyoung whispered in his ear, his voice lost to lust. Jaemin nodded, panting.

“Y-Yes…Ahh…!”

Seol Daeyoung’s role now was simple: an emergency tool to block the heat cycle that had struck like an accident. He was a fire truck pouring pleasure onto Jaemin, who was in agony from unsatisfied instincts, his body burning up. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Haah…”

Seol Daeyoung tensed his body firmly from behind. Jaemin was only frustrated by the sudden stop. He glared at Seol Daeyoung, pleading with moans. He tried stroking his own cock with one hand, but the desire wouldn’t easily subside. His hole, already knowing the taste of Seol Daeyoung’s cock, twitched and urged for more thrusts.

“F-Faster…Ahh…!”

As Jaemin turned his head to urge him on, his eyes widened suddenly. Seol Daeyoung had taken a deep breath and swept up Jaemin’s long-grown hair.

This crazy bastard. Could it be?

Unlike the alphas he had one-night stands with, Jaemin hadn’t worn a choker today. As Seol Daeyoung’s lips gently touched his exposed nape, Jaemin thrashed wildly, as if struck by lightning, and jabbed his elbow back.

“Fuck off, you asshole…!”

Seol Daeyoung paused briefly as Jaemin’s sharp elbow grazed his ribs. Fear and pleasure mixed, making Jaemin bite his lip. Then, Seol Daeyoung’s low voice resonated in his ear, like a deep echo from a well.

“I was just trying to kiss you. Noting hurts, so I wanted to help you relax.”

A faint sneer in Seol Daeyoung’s tone made it sound eerie. Feeling the anger pulsating within, Jaemin trembled. The fear his rational mind felt and the pleasure from the heat cycle made him feel like he was suffocating.

“But Jaemin, I think it’s natural to imprint on an omega who bears my child.”

“Huh…Ah…!”

Thrust! Seol Daeyoung drove his hips forward. Simultaneously, his grip on Jaemin’s hair tightened, feeling like it might rip from his scalp. Jaemin experienced pain and pleasure at the same time, his cock leaking fluids.

“You can get pregnant, but not imprint? I can’t accept that.”

It was an eerily old-fashioned thing to say. Like the starting pistol of a 100-meter dash, it made Jaemin want to run away from him as fast as possible. What was even crazier was that there was no joke in Seol Daeyoung’s tone, only anger.

Should he have pushed Seol Daeyoung away by any means necessary when he found him in this state? Should he have never gotten involved with Seol Daeyoung from the start? Late regret surged up Jaemin’s spine, making his body tremble.

Thwack! Thwack!

The sound of a watermelon smashing on the summer pavement echoed from their joined lower bodies.

“So, was it a lie that you wanted to get pregnant?”

Seol Daeyoung’s other hand slid up Jaemin’s body and wrapped around his neck. Could he really be realizing this just now? Seriously? Jaemin, impaled on Seol Daeyoung’s cock, laughed tearfully as he was fucked.

“You’re laughing?”

“Huh…Ugh…!”

As Seol Daeyoung choked him, Jaemin couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen intensified the pleasure. His body, which he had controlled for 23 years, felt like it had been remodeled.

He had never imagined experiencing breath play, but this was different. The last remnants of his rationality vanished, and the only sensation filling his belly was the desire to fuck.

“Ah…”

Seol Daeyoung let out a low sigh, as if realizing something. The veins on his large hand, wrapped around Jaemin’s neck, bulged violently. Jaemin, his face red from lack of oxygen, shed tears. Seol Daeyoung, forehead pressed against his, gritted his teeth.

“You were planning to take a morning-after pill, weren’t you?”

As Jaemin’s pupils dilated, Seol Daeyoung released his throat. Simultaneously, semen burst from Jaemin’s cock.

Seol Daeyoung chuckled and grabbed Jaemin’s cock, which was still spurting semen.

“I didn’t know that…Ha, I was even thinking about knotting…”

Seol Daeyoung’s movements, jerking off Jaemin’s cock, were relentless. The problem was, Jaemin had never masturbated like this before. His cock, highly sensitive from consecutive orgasms, was roughly jerked off in Seol Daeyoung’s hand.

“Ah…!”

Splurt. Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.

Jaemin covered his mouth to suppress his moans, hearing faint noises. The sound of a door opening and closing repeatedly reached his ears. Could it be? Had someone entered the room?

Jaemin’s body tensed, but Seol Daeyoung continued to stimulate his shame without hesitation.

“You’re not focusing.”

“You asshole, ah…Someone’s here.”

“So?”

Seol Daeyoung’s nonchalant voice was devilish. Unfamiliar voices continued outside the door.

“This is our club room. No one’s here at this time.”

“Wow, this is so much better than our school.”

The giggling voices were clearly those of a couple.

“What’s that?”

“The darkroom. Want to see? But what’s that smell?”

Jaemin thrashed wildly.

“Huh…!”

Seol Daeyoung, restraining Jaemin, didn’t care about the intruders. He continued to thrust relentlessly, his hand tormenting Jaemin’s cock.

“Let…me…go…”

“I don’t want to.”

Seol Daeyoung grinned devilishly, nipping at Jaemin’s earlobe. Jaemin tried to resist, but his pleasure-drenched body couldn’t escape. He trembled, gritting his teeth. He would tear Seol Daeyoung’s body to shreds.

No, if he could, he would blow up Seol Daeyoung’s cock right now. Like a praying mantis devouring its mate after copulation.

Click.

Jaemin turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut, but the door didn’t open. No flood of fluorescent light either. Only the sound of the doorknob being rattled reached his ears.

“Huh? It’s locked? Is someone in there?”

“Khh…”

Jaemin’s muffled voice escaped through his hand, a mix of relief and fear.

“Who’s outside?”

Seol Daeyoung asked, continuing to thrust without a single change in his breath. His calm demeanor made it impossible to imagine he was having sex on the other side of the door.

“Huh? Is that Daeyoung sunbae?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s Hoonjung.”

If this continued, his body would completely break down. Signals of reaching his limit flooded his body. Dirty pleasure surged from his spine to his nerve endings, turning his mind blank.

“Who is Daeyoung sunbae with right now?”

Another voice came from outside the door. It was a mix of curiosity and playfulness. They were clearly interested in who Seol Daeyoung had brought to the darkroom at this hour.

“Um…a friend?”

“A friend…?”

The voice outside sounded knowing. Jaemin clenched his trembling fists and struck Seol Daeyoung’s thigh, but his traitorous body only swung uselessly. He wished he could pass out. If he had a sharp blade, Jaemin would have gladly slit his own throat.

“What are you doing with your friend in there, sunbae?”

Something burst from Jaemin’s cock again. This time, it wasn’t semen. It was a clear stream of liquid that soaked Seol Daeyoung’s t-shirt.

“Huh…! Ah…!”

He tried to cover it with his hand, but he couldn’t. Seol Daeyoung grabbed both of Jaemin’s hands, restraining him, and smiled cruelly.

“We’re developing a masterpiece.”

Jaemin, watching the liquid spraying from his cock, finally lost consciousness as he had wished.

* * *

Thirteen years old.

Jaemin still vividly remembers the day his first heat cycle hit. He was in the basement gym of his mansion, receiving after-school lessons.

“Is Jaemin feeling a bit tired today?”

A former judo athlete tossed Jaemin lightly onto the mat and asked. Jaemin stood up and retied his belt.

“No, I’m fine.”

In reality, he had been feeling hot and lethargic for a few days. He thought he had caught a cold from sleeping with the air conditioning on all night. The instructor touched his sweaty forehead and frowned slightly.

“You definitely have a fever. Let’s call it a day.”

Instead of answering, Jaemin grabbed the instructor and executed a throw. His heart raced as the technique he had been struggling with finally worked.

“Well done. You caught me off guard this time.”

The instructor laughed, stood up, and ruffled Jaemin’s hair affectionately.