The World of Contrasts Vol. 1 Chapter 7

“Turns out, this neighborhood has a ridiculous wealth gap. Just a block away, it’s full of rich folks. Made it easy to find work.”

“Yeah, great. Now could you get lost? You reek of meat.”

In truth, there was no such smell. All Jaemin could catch was a faint, maddening scent of detergent. Seol Daeyoung tilted his head and chuckled softly.

“You’re lying.”

“…”

“There’s no way I smell. I came straight here the moment I saw your car while smoking outside.”

“You said the building caught fire.”

“Haha, and you believed that?”

So, Seol Daeyoung had rushed over the moment he spotted Jaemin’s car, driven by some instinct that Jaemin might harm his mother. And in true filial fashion, he’d brought food for her along the way. It was enough to bring tears to one’s eyes.

“Does your mom know you go around spewing bullshit like this?”

“Of course not. And she doesn’t need to.”

His large hand trailed slowly down Jaemin’s back. Even without releasing any pheromones, Jaemin couldn’t push him away, and it was because of what Daeyoung said next.

“If any trouble breaks out in front of my mom, the worst thing you can imagine will happen to you, Jaemin. So behave.”

Jaemin regretted stepping into this house, but it was already too late. Watching Jaemin grimace as if a worm had fallen on him, Daeyoung smacked his lips.

“Now, tell me honestly.”

“…What?”

“The phone was just an excuse. You came here to have sex with me, didn’t you?”

Bastard.

Jaemin’s fist flew into Daeyoung’s face. Rubbing his jaw, Daeyoung laughed.

“Calm down. If I ask you two questions, will I lose a molar next?”

“If you don’t want all your teeth replaced at your age, shut up.”

Daeyoung’s large hand grabbed the back of Jaemin’s head, pulling him close. Jaemin struggled as Daeyoung’s lips forcibly pressed against his.

“…!”

Daeyoung bit and sucked on Jaemin’s flushed lower lip, as though savoring a piece of meat. When Jaemin tried to turn his head to avoid what felt like his lips about to tear, Daeyoung’s grip tightened, as if he intended to crush his skull.

As Jaemin gasped for air, Daeyoung slipped his tongue into his mouth. The way he licked and explored—brushing against Jaemin’s tongue, caressing the inside of his cheeks, and savoring every corner—made saliva well up beneath his molars.

“Ah…!”

“Stay still.”

Daeyoung licked up the saliva spilling from Jaemin’s lips, as though it were precious sauce. Jaemin couldn’t breathe, but the vivid sensation of Daeyoung’s breath brushing his cheek would remain etched in his memory.

“Daeyoung, come out and set up the burner and table!”

Hearing his mother’s voice from outside, Daeyoung finally pulled back. He exhaled deeply and severed the string of saliva still connecting them with his tongue.

“Coming, Mom!” he called out cheerfully, his tone so light it was hard to believe he’d just been ravaging Jaemin moments ago.

Jaemin wiped his swollen lips with the back of his hand, glaring at Daeyoung.

“…That was the dirtiest kiss of my life.”

“An honor, really. At least I got to be your first for something.”

Daeyoung’s gaze was full of unspoken meaning. After staring at Jaemin for a moment, he broke into a mischievous grin.

“I’ll head out first. Take a look in the mirror before you come out.”

“What kind of nonsense is that?”

“Unless you want my mom to find out what kind of relationship we have.”

“W-We…?”

Just as Jaemin was about to snap back at the absurd and unsettling comment, Seol Daeyoung flung the door open and stepped out.

Jaemin took a deep breath and looked around the room. Despite being smaller than his bathroom, the room didn’t seem to have a mirror anywhere. With a grimace, he yanked open an old piece of furniture—whether it was a wardrobe or cabinet, he wasn’t sure.

Inside, a row of Seol Daeyoung’s favorite checkered shirts and white t-shirts hung neatly. A tiny mirror was affixed to the door.

“…”

Jaemin let out a breath as he caught sight of his reflection. Staring back at him in the mirror was an omega with damp eyes and a face flushed red.

“Shit…”

As he moved to shut the door, something caught his eye atop the neatly folded clothes. He picked up the familiar device—it was his phone.

“…”

It had been a week since he’d last held it. By now, the battery should have been long dead, but the phone was fully charged. Someone had been diligently charging it.

Jaemin bit his lip and moved his fingers to check the messages. His movements were hurried. Most of the messages were from work contacts or Seonho. Two messages stood out from the night he had gone missing.

One was from around midnight, where Seonho said he was still waiting and to take his time finishing up.

The other was at 3 a.m. It came with a set of photos, accompanied by a message saying they might come in handy.

The photos were explicit profiles of alphas with bare torsos, complete with physical stats. Their purpose was obvious to anyone looking.

“Dammit…”

Jaemin took a deep breath to steady himself. The person who had charged his phone was undoubtedly Seol Daeyoung, who was outside laughing and chatting with his mother.

But the phone was locked. There was no way Daeyoung could have figured out the six-digit passcode. Spending an entire day trying to crack it wouldn’t have been enough. So, it was safe to assume Daeyoung hadn’t seen anything like the messages from Seonho.

Jaemin calmed his anxious heart and moved to slide the phone into his pocket when—

[Not coming out?]

The phone vibrated, and a notification popped up from a new chat app Jaemin didn’t even recall installing.

[lol]
[lol]
[lol]
[lol]

The flood of messages left Jaemin frozen in place. His tattooed fingers trembled slightly.

This monstrous bastard, Seol Daeyoung, had cracked his phone’s password.

And that wasn’t all. On the chat app’s profile page was a shirtless selfie of Daeyoung. The gray sweatpants were provocatively low, barely clinging to his hips, similar to the explicit photos Seonho had sent.

[Seol Daeyoung/196/85/Flaccid 23cm]

Jaemin clamped his hand over his burning mouth. What kind of expression had Daeyoung worn while saving his own name like that? Just imagining it made Jaemin feel suffocated.

As he squeezed his eyes shut, it was as if he could hear Daeyoung’s low chuckle echoing in his ears.

“Jang Jaemin, come out now!”

Three people were seated around a well-used low table. Jaemin leaned back against the sofa, trying to maintain a neutral expression as he stared at the plate emitting an oily smell.

“Jeon tastes best when it’s freshly fried.”

Seol Daeyoung’s mother wiped the sweat from her brow as she placed the jeon on the plate. Seol Daeyoung, sitting beside her, ripped off a hot piece of jeon and popped it into his mouth, then opened a bottle of makgeolli with a satisfying ‘thwack.’

“Ah, this is really delicious, Mom.”

“Daeyoung, you should give some to the guest first.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

After finishing a drink from a dented brass bowl, Seol Daeyoung shoved a greasy piece of jeon towards Jaemin’s mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought maybe you couldn’t use chopsticks, so I’m feeding you.”

“Move it.”

Jaemin turned his head away and poured some makgeolli for himself, draining the cup. He usually disliked the heavy feeling it left in his stomach, but today it slid smoothly down his throat, as though it clung to his esophagus, probably because he was thirsty.

“Eat some of the side dishes too.”

“…I’ll eat well.”

Seol Daeyoung’s mother watched Jaemin eating her food as though he were an animal in a zoo. Jaemin slowly chewed the unwanted food in his mouth, swallowed, then put his chopsticks down.

“It’s delicious.”

“Of course it is.”

Seol Daeyoung grinned and refilled his glass. He had already finished one whole plate of pajeon and was working on a second. It seemed like he had an insatiable appetite for both food and sex. If that’s the case, no wonder he could maintain such a physique even after eating this kind of nutritionally empty food.

“You said some unnecessary things to my mom.”

Finally, Seol Daeyoung spoke. Jaemin remained silent, lifting his glass of makgeolli instead of responding. While he had been resetting his phone in the room, it seemed that a conversation had already taken place between mother and son.

“Most people would kill for an opportunity like that. Calling it unnecessary is arrogant.”

“I can’t leave my mom alone.”

“…”

“And my mom can’t live outside Korea. Right, Mom? She gets nauseous just looking at English menus in a café. Haha.”

“When did I…?”

Seol Daeyoung’s attempt at acting cute toward his mother wasn’t funny. Jaemin had known for a while that he was two-faced, but at this point, it was starting to look like he might be a psychopath.

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The food that Jaemin had just eaten felt like it was rising up in his stomach, and he quickly gulped down more makgeolli. The bottle was emptied in no time.

“This is makgeolli made by someone I know. It’s pretty good, right?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Jaemin responded absentmindedly, and Junkyung took out another bottle of alcohol from the fridge.

“Wow, my mom. She’s giving alcohol to some stranger’s son so freely. Do you think Jang Jaemin looks good, Mom? Want to take care of him?”

“What nonsense are you talking about… Of course, he’s my friend, so I can give him a drink.”

It was uncomfortable. Jaemin felt like an unwelcome guest in a happy, poor family shown on the media. As he recalled the history of Seol Daeyoung’s family, who had lived together for over 20 years, depending on each other like comrades, his insides twisted even more.

“I got it. The conversation is over, so I’m leaving.”

Without hesitation, Jaemin stood up. He had expected the possibility of failure, so there was no point in being disappointed. The future of Seol Daeyoung, who had kicked away the opportunity Jaemin had given him, was now set.

He would make his mother fall into debt with a scam, create an environment where Seol Daeyoung would have no choice but to kneel before him, and then send him to a dirty scene where he’d meet his end, dying in some abandoned factory in the countryside.

“Thank you for the meal. Goodbye.”

Seol Daeyoung’s mother looked at him with a face full of guilt and regret for not fulfilling her role, but she couldn’t stop him anymore, probably because of her resolute son.

“Mom, I’m going out for a bit too.”

“Okay, make sure to take him back safely.”

Not wanting to get caught up in the argument by the front door, Jaemin quickly descended the stairs and left the building. Seol Daeyoung naturally followed him.

“I was worried because you didn’t come to school for a week, but I’m relieved to see you’re fine.”

Jaemin smirked as he put a cigarette in his mouth.

“Did you wish I died?”

“If that’s what I wanted, why would I help you?”

Click.

After lighting the cigarette, Jaemin paused for a moment. He thought about whether the word “help” really suited the situation.

It was true that Seol Daeyoung had dragged him into a room and raped him while he was suffering from the heat cycle. But what if he hadn’t? It wouldn’t have been strange for the alpha wolves surrounding him to do something even worse. However, bowing his head to them was something Jaemin would rather die than do.

“…If you want to hear me say thank you, dream on.”

Jaemin exhaled a puff of smoke and muttered quietly. In the narrow alley, black bugs swarmed under the streetlights.

“Haha, no way. I didn’t expect it.”

Seol Daeyoung tilted his head with both hands in his pockets.

“And shouldn’t I be the one saying thank you?”

What did that mean? Unsure of the intention, Jaemin stayed silent as Seol Daeyoung squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly next to him.

“Sex, it was good.”

He even licked his lips.

“…”

Until now, Seol Daeyoung had rarely taken off his mask in front of Jaemin. But at some point, he stopped hiding his true face and let it show without shame.

The incident likely started with that event under the red lights.

Jaemin bit down on the filter, his face pale, and sucked hard on the cigarette smoke. It didn’t do much to calm his churning stomach, but it at least helped dilute the stench of poverty that clung to him from every direction.

“It was much better than I imagined, you.”

Jaemin smiled wryly as he looked at Seol Daeyoung’s dark face, standing with his back to the streetlight.

He had sensed it from the moment they first met in their school uniforms. Jaemin had transferred six months before Seol Daeyoung did, and he had managed to endure the half year without any problems at school.

Because he had learned how to control his pheromones while risking his life in exile, no one ever suspected that Jaemin was an alpha, and he never showed any vulnerability to anyone.

But the moment Seol Daeyoung appeared, everything changed. The reason Jaemin’s blood boiled when he saw him was because he instinctively knew that beneath that seemingly innocent and charming appearance, there were dark, crawling insects.

When you live in an environment where everything is a threat, there comes a moment when you can feel what’s dangerous for you.

For Jang Jaemin, Seol Daeyoung was at the top of that danger category. At that moment, he had to step on him by any means necessary. It was too late to think about it now.

“I’m pretty good, though.”

Jaemin exhaled smoke toward Seol Daeyoung’s face, and Seol Daeyoung licked his lips with a strange expression. Jaemin whispered at him with a look of disdain.

“Think of it as winning the lottery. It’s something you’ll never experience again in your life.”

Seol Daeyoung, who had been staring at him, chuckled and shook his head. Then, with his dark eyes gleaming, he spoke.

“If a lot of people win the lottery, then it’s no longer a lottery, Jaemin.”

“……”

“That morning, your driver, or whatever that bastard Seonho is… Anyway, he sent me a weird message.”

Heat rose to the back of Jaemin’s neck, and cold sweat broke out on his hands.

“I was so curious, I called one of the guys in the picture.”

“……”

“He said he’d charge a big amount for an appointment.”

Seol Daeyoung chuckled lowly, shaking his broad shoulders. Of course, his eyes weren’t laughing at all.

“When I asked if he’d do it for a million, he hung up on me right away, the arrogant bastard.”

“……What are you trying to say?”

Jaemin glared at him, not even noticing that the cigarette had burned all the way down. Seol Daeyoung approached him and took the short cigarette out of his mouth. After sucking on the wet filter, Seol Daeyoung shoved him against the wall. His distorted voice squeezed out of his throat.

“Those ugly alpha bastards pay a grand every time they fuck you, right?”

“……”

“But when they told me they’d give me way more than that, I was just touched. I wondered if I did that well.”

Ah, now he understood.

Jaemin finally realized why this bastard was being so insufferable. This prick, who had nothing to his name but an inflated ego, thought that because he had paid him, Jaemin would be indebted to him.

“Hey, Seol Daeyoung.”

“I’m not going abroad, so don’t come to me with this shit again.”

“Are you that stupid you don’t know a good opportunity when you see one?”

“What good opportunity?”

“……”

“The perfect opportunity to get rid of me in front of your eyes?”

Seol Daeyoung smiled again, but now his face reminded Jaemin of the crazy look from the dark room. Jaemin’s heart pounded harder.

“Ah, so that was the answer.”

Seol Daeyoung nodded knowingly as he watched Jaemin’s expression, which couldn’t form a reply. Jaemin reached for his cigarette, only to realize the one he had just smoked was the last one. His sweaty hand gripped the empty cigarette case tightly.

“However, I’m not planning on doing that at all, Jaemin.”

“……”

“Life isn’t a fairy tale, and not everyone is supposed to kneel at the prince’s feet.”

Seol Daeyoung smiled as he stared at Jaemin. Every time he made this face, Jaemin felt a coldness spread to the top of his head.

The feeling of his insides being exposed brought out an instinctive fear. He had to hide it. Before something exploded and broke out from within, before he himself disappeared, he had to bury it, erase it, and stop it.

Jaemin took a deep breath as he looked at him.

“Your mother cried with gratitude when she found out her son was eligible for free study abroad.”

He could see Seol Daeyoung’s expression turning cold. The bastard probably didn’t know yet. Jaemin had learned long before he became aware of things that the way to attack others was the key to survival.

It was true that he knew his own fatal weakness, but that didn’t mean Jaemin couldn’t find a way to strike at him.

“Your mother, the one you love and cherish so much. When you weren’t around, she even grabbed my hand, begging me not to go. All while exuding that omega scent.”

“…Shut up.”

You crossed the line first.

Jaemin stepped up close to him and tilted his head upward. It was too easy to dig into someone’s pride with words and provoke their shame.

“If you were an alpha with some money, would it matter if you were friends with my son or how much older you were? You know better than anyone that your mother wasn’t acting that way because she was under the influence of alpha pheromones, right? You know I can’t seduce omegas. Isn’t that right?”

Jang Jaemin was the type of person who could use even his own most shameful weakness as a weapon to take down others.

“I told you to shut up.”

Jaemin raised his voice, seeing Seol Daeyoung grind his teeth.

“What if your mother hadn’t lived in this shitty environment? Do you think she would’ve begged me to visit her house, wagging her tail, like Kwon Yoojin’s mother, who has wealth and power, just because you were licking her ass?”

Jaemin clearly saw Seol Daeyoung’s strong jaw clench and tighten. The fiery rage burning in his eyes was unmistakable.

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“…Don’t make me despise you more.”

“Haha, despise? What are you saying… you crazy bastard.”

Jaemin’s lips lost all color as he scoffed aloud. Now, it no longer mattered to Jaemin why he had come here. Only the desire to rip Seol Daeyoung apart burned inside him. Seeing him shaken, Jaemin felt a surge of hot blood, whether from anger or exhilaration.

“I was about to puke from the disgusting omega scent of your mother, you fucking bastard!”

Seol Daeyoung shoved him into the wall and choked him. Jaemin didn’t even try to avoid his hand. Staring at him from up close, he held his gaze while he tried to control his fury.

“Daeyoung!”

A desperate shout came from behind his large frame. Jaemin glared at him, his face flushed red with blood.

“Daeyoung, stop!”

Seol Daeyoung tightened his grip. Jaemin’s face twisted in agony as the strength in his grip pushed the air out of him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Hah… hah…”

“Can’t you hear your mother?”

Seol Daeyoung, trembling, reluctantly loosened his grip at his mother’s shouting.

“Cough… cough… damn bastard…”

Jaemin exhaled, finally able to breathe, and gave him a twisted smile with his bloodshot eyes. If it was a fight with his body that Seol Daeyoung wanted, he was more than ready to respond.

“Mom, I’ll be inside soon.”

“Daeyoung…”

“Go inside quickly.”

Seol Daeyoung’s voice was low but firm. Jaemin watched as his mother bowed her head, unable to look at him, and disappeared while wiping her wet cheeks, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Ah… cough… annoying.”

In the plastic bag that had fallen at her feet, two bottles of makgeolli rolled around. It was cheap alcohol that Jaemin had finished off earlier. Had she come out to bring this for her son’s friend out of maternal instinct, or was it desire? It was truly pathetic.

“Pick it up.”

Seol Daeyoung ordered him with a dark look in his eyes. The smile that usually lingered on his face was gone, showing how furious he was right now.

“Pick it up, Jang Jaemin. Then I’ll forgive you. Last chance.”

Jaemin nodded and complied with his command.

“Fine. Okay.”

There was no reason to refuse when he was being offered forgiveness. Jaemin lightly moved his long legs, picking up the bottles of makgeolli one by one, which had rolled like bowling balls, and held them in his hands.

“Is that good?”

Jaemin smiled, his lips curling. Then, the bottles flew from his hands and crashed into the stone wall, shattering with a loud thunkthunk. The plastic bottles couldn’t withstand the pressure and spilled milky liquid everywhere.

Jaemin licked his lips, watching as Seol Daeyoung’s eyes went wild and he quickly approached him. Earlier, he hadn’t avoided the choking to maximize his anger, but now, he wasn’t going to make that mistake.

As Seol Daeyoung charged at him, Jaemin punched him squarely in the abdomen. The punch landed precisely. Then, he tried to kick Seol Daeyoung’s head, but he couldn’t.

“…!”

Seol Daeyoung had grabbed Jaemin’s body, holding him tight with all his weight. Jaemin’s eyes widened in confusion, unsure whether it was an attack or defense.

“You bastard, what are you doing…?”

Jaemin’s body froze as Seol Daeyoung, holding him, struck his ribs repeatedly with his fists. Jaemin immediately tried to push him away, but it was as if his body was chained with stone, unable to move. Seol Daeyoung had begun releasing his pheromones, binding him with an overwhelming amount.

It was like he was trying to drown him with it.

“Hah… ack…!”

Jaemin rolled his eyes and held his breath.

He remembered the first time he was swept away by the waves when he was very young. A day when pure terror and awe intertwined and consumed him. The moment the seawater, taller than him, blocked the clear blue sky, and the day it completely swallowed him.

The only difference was that back then, it was the salty smell of the sea, and now it was the scent of the forest.

Would it feel like this if a giant tree root swallowed him? Would it feel like this if the forest devoured him? Could the refreshing bitterness make him lose consciousness if it went beyond the limit?

He shook his head and tried to hold his breath, but it was impossible. Jaemin felt like he was drenched from head to toe in the pheromone scent that Seol Daeyoung was emitting with his entire body. As his knees gave way, Seol Daeyoung tightened his grip on him.

“Haah…….”

The expensive suppressants and the patience he had cultivated with the thought that he would be ruined if caught were helpless against the alpha’s pheromones, which were deliberately exploding and pouring out.

Jaemin’s lips parted on their own as he experienced a pheromone shower for the first time. The pheromones poured down like jelly, filling every crevice of his airways. Every time he barely breathed, it felt like only the pheromones were coming in, and nothing was going out.

Jaemin buried his face in Seol Daeyoung’s chest and panted heavily. The unpleasant scent that had been lingering around disappeared, and only the violent, seductive scent of the alpha’s body remained.

The situation worsened. Even though he wasn’t in heat, fluid trickled down from his hole. When Seol Daeyoung tightly gripped his buttocks, a squelching sound came from inside. At the same time, a nasal moan escaped from Jaemin’s clenched teeth.

“Huut….”

Seol Daeyoung pressed his lips to Jaemin’s ear and whispered as if spitting,

“Now… who’s disgusting?”

Bzzz!

Jaemin’s phone vibrated strongly in his pocket.

“You’re popular, Jang Jaemin.”

As Seol Daeyoung irritably reached into his back pocket, Jaemin bit the inside of his mouth and stomped on Seol Daeyoung’s foot with his shoe. Taking advantage of Seol Daeyoung’s moment of surprise, Jaemin pushed him away and ran.

“Haah… haah…!”

Jaemin ran with all his might on his wobbly legs. At this moment, he was terrified of what he might do if he didn’t get away from Seol Daeyoung. A voice he didn’t recognize echoed in his head, panting.

‘Fuck me. Fuck me like before. Pierce me mercilessly with your cock. Seol Daeyoung!’

The obscene voice resonated like it was shouting into a microphone.

“Aaaah!”

Jaemin raised his voice to hide his own thoughts and ran down the hill as fast as he could. His legs still didn’t have much strength, but it was much easier to move than when he was held by Seol Daeyoung and subjected to the pheromone shower.

He finally reached the parking lot after turning a corner in the alley. He saw Seonho standing next to a black sedan, holding a phone to his ear. Jaemin saw the surprised expression on Seonho’s face as he noticed him, followed by a frown.

“Director.”

“Quickly, let’s go.”

Clack.

Jaemin opened the door himself, throwing his body into the back seat as if crumpling, and immediately searched for the medicine he had prepared. The pill bottle slipped from his trembling hands and rolled onto the floor.

“Shit… Hah…”

The driver’s seat door opened, and Seonho quickly jumped in.

“Are you alright, Director?”

“Just go… quickly…”

As Jaemin picked up the fallen pills to throw them into his mouth, the opposite door of the back seat opened again.

“Hello.”

“…Who are you?”

Seonho frowned deeply, glaring at Seol Daeyoung with open hostility.

“Me?”

As Jaemin tried to leap out of the car with his hand over his nose, his waist was tightly grabbed by Daeyoung’s tree-like arm.

“I’m the guy who’s going to make your Director a mess from now on.”

With a sly grin, Seol Daeyoung pressed his lips to Jaemin’s neck. He inhaled deeply, biting and sucking, a distorted groan escaping his throat. Jaemin struggled to push Daeyoung away, but his resistance was futile against Daeyoung’s overpowering pheromones, leaving him defenseless despite his will.

“You lunatic…!”

Startled, Seonho leaned back to grab Daeyoung’s hair, but instead, Daeyoung seized his wrist. With his movement restricted in the driver’s seat, Seonho couldn’t effectively retaliate. Jaemin, noticing Seonho’s face contort in pain, grabbed Daeyoung’s collar.

“Stop… Seol Daeyoung. Huff…”

If this continues, Seonho’s wrist will break. Jaemin could tell—it was the kind of violence he himself had inflicted on others before. Gasping for air, he tried to stop him, but Daeyoung spoke in a low voice.

“Stop? What the hell should I stop, you bastard? Shut your damn mouth.”

Cursing, Daeyoung left bite marks all over Jaemin’s neck.

The sealed car was now a suffocating space filled with his pheromones. It was an oppressive atmosphere, compelling Jaemin’s untouched body to release semen, forcing his itching hole to ache for stimulation—a suffocating, maddening lust.

While it had no effect on Seonho, Jaemin’s body was utterly consumed by Seol Daeyoung’s pheromones. Jaemin felt a crawling, ant-like pain all over his body.

As Jaemin trembled and squinted through half-closed eyes, Seol Daeyoung’s cruel voice reached his ears.

“An aroused omega siding with a beta? Disgusting.”

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“Haah… haah…”

Jaemin panted, his eyes reddening. If this was revenge for his humiliated mother, it couldn’t be more perfect. Jaemin couldn’t deny his words. The lustful voice in his head was screaming for him to expose his hole right now.

Jaemin managed to unbuckle his pants with his own hands, barely whispering through gritted teeth,

“Get out…”

Seonho still didn’t realize that Jaemin was talking to him.

“Jaemin, just hold on a little longer. Keep your senses!”

With the hand not restrained by Seol Daeyoung, Seonho fumbled through the glove box, trying to get a knife. Jaemin screamed at him, his neck veins bulging,

“Get out now, Seonho!”

Seeing Jaemin’s face with tears streaming down, Seonho bit his lip hard.

“Get out…”

Seonho had known Jaemin for a long time. Jaemin thought Seonho would understand his meaning just by looking at his eyes. This was an unavoidable situation. So please, protect my last bit of dignity. He didn’t want anyone to see him crumble, overcome by lust and clinging to an alpha.

Even with Jaemin telling him to leave, Seonho hesitated until Seol Daeyoung, who had let go of Jaemin’s arm, twisted his lips and whispered,

“What a fucking disrespectful driver.”

Thud!

As soon as Seonho left and the car door closed, their lips met. It was a hurried kiss, their teeth clashing audibly.

Jaemin frantically licked and sucked Seol Daeyoung’s tongue while kicking off his pants. Seol Daeyoung smiled faintly, their lips still pressed together. Before Jaemin could even fully remove his underwear, Seol Daeyoung lifted him up.

“Ha… huuk…!”

His buttocks spread wide, and he felt strong pressure on his hole, dripping with fluid. There was no hesitation in the entry. Seol Daeyoung’s long, fully erect cock buried itself deep inside him in an instant.

“Aah…!”

Seol Daeyoung started moving vigorously right away. With each powerful thrust, Jaemin moaned, clutching Seol Daeyoung’s shoulders. His own erect penis twitched aimlessly below his navel.

Seol Daeyoung nibbled on Jaemin’s well-shaped ear and growled,

“You paid me to keep your secret, right?”

Again with the damn payment. The guy had a ridiculously long grudge, but Jaemin had no room to argue. He was overwhelmed by the relentless pounding that tore and rubbed his insides.

“You don’t need payment. Just be my personal fuckhole, Jang Jaemin.”

“Ah…. huk…. uung…. ah…!”

“According to your theory, omegas are supposed to be that way. Inferior beings who just take alpha cocks. Right?”

A furious, beastly growl escaped Seol Daeyoung’s lips.

A week ago, when Jaemin had his heat cycle, Seol Daeyoung’s movements in the darkroom were completely different. The way he forcefully pressed Jaemin’s body and thrust upward was solely for the alpha’s release.

Jaemin realized anew how much humanity Seol Daeyoung had shown him at that time.

“Huuk…! Uung…! Ah…! Hahk…!”

The problem was his body’s thorough response to this violent sex.

Jaemin’s deeply personal space, his car, which had never allowed any alpha, was now filled with Seol Daeyoung’s scent. Seol Daeyoung whispered cruelly into Jaemin’s ear, like pouring poison,

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that? Huh…”

Seol Daeyoung exploded his hot semen inside the walls of the piece of shit. As he moved while ejaculating, the thick semen coated every inch of the inside. Jaemin felt like his insides were melting.

“Make sure to take your birth control.”

“Huk…!”

“I’m going to come inside you again today.”

Seol Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s collar and thrust into his inner walls again. As Jaemin tried to cover his eyes by lifting his chin, Seol Daeyoung licked his jaw and whispered contemptuously,

“Are you crying?”

“Huuh… ahhu…”

Tears streamed down Jaemin’s reddened eyes, and Seol Daeyoung bit his cheek harshly. Jaemin’s usually pale skin was now flushed a light crimson.

“What do you have to cry about?”

The expensive shirt Jaemin was wearing was torn to shreds by Seol Daeyoung’s hands. Jaemin trembled as he felt Seol Daeyoung’s lips on his bare skin.

“I must be crazy to be doing this with someone like you…”

Seol Daeyoung gathered Jaemin’s flat chest in his hand and sucked hard, muttering,

“But I can’t stop, and that makes it even worse.”

As he swirled his tongue around Jaemin’s dark areola and bit his small nipple, Jaemin arched his back and panted heavily.

“St-stop…. Ahh…!”

“Stop what?”

Seol Daeyoung murmured through gritted teeth, and Jaemin’s body shook. Simultaneously, Jaemin’s erect penis, standing upright, spurted semen, splattering Seol Daeyoung’s face.

“……Haah…”

Covered in Jaemin’s semen, Seol Daeyoung wrinkled his nose. Jang Jaemin had come just from having his nipple sucked while being penetrated.

With his entire body flushed red and wet eyelashes drooping, Jaemin shivered intermittently. Seol Daeyoung stared intensely at him, feeling a surge of emotion he couldn’t identify—anger, excitement, or something else.

“Fuck…”

What should I do with this guy…?

Overwhelmed by an unnamed emotion, Seol Daeyoung threw Jaemin’s body onto the seat as if discarding him.

“Huk…!”

Seol Daeyoung positioned himself behind Jaemin, wrapping his arms around his waist and forcing him into a dog-like position on all fours.

Jaemin’s hole, dripping with semen, opened again as the thick cock rammed into him. It was a rough entry, as if trying to plug the semen from leaking out. As Jaemin’s knees buckled, Seol Daeyoung forcefully held him with his arms and thrust vigorously.

“Now, whenever you’re in this car, you’ll only think about me fucking you from behind.”

He was right. Jaemin felt like he could never ride in this car again. It was almost new. Fucking asshole.

“Aah! Ah! Huk… Aah!”

Jaemin screamed so loudly that the car shook. Seol Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s smooth hair from behind. As his neck was exposed, Jaemin instinctively flinched, and Seol Daeyoung laughed sharply, incredulously.

“Don’t have any funny illusions…”

“……”

“Let’s give that bastard you trust a good show.”

Jaemin’s eyes, which had been fearful of having his neck bitten, now widened with a different fear. He realized what Seol Daeyoung was about to do.

“No. No… Huuk…!”

Jaemin tried to stop him, but it was futile. Seol Daeyoung reached out and rolled down the car window. He still gripped Jaemin’s long hair tightly, pulling it hard.

Jaemin found himself face-to-face with Seonho, who was smoking outside with a complicated expression. Seol Daeyoung turned Jaemin’s face towards him and kissed him voraciously, their tongues entwining. Jaemin closed his eyes, tears streaming down his wet cheeks.

Thud, Jaemin’s body shook violently again. Tears fell from his face, sticking out of the car window, and dropped to the ground.

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Seol Daeyoung’s Account.

To talk about Jang Jaemin, it’s necessary to first explain his contradictions.

Everything began when Seol Daeyoung first saw Jang Jaemin in their high school classroom. He had heard that the class was exclusively for high-ranking alphas, so why was there an omega sitting there?

That was Seol Daeyoung’s first impression of Jang Jaemin. From the moment Daeyoung laid eyes on him, he instinctively knew Jaemin was an omega, though the reason for his certainty wasn’t clear.

One thing was certain: Jang Jaemin, out of everyone Daeyoung had ever encountered, had the most dangerous face.

The moment Daeyoung first met him, he imagined having sex with him. Despite being an omega himself, he found it impossible to suppress the unbearable sexual desire he felt as he watched Jang Jaemin, who spat out hatred for omegas as easily as breathing.

And five years later, when Daeyoung finally had sex with Jang Jaemin, his initial impression was…

Bzzzt.

The buzzing of his phone interrupted Daeyoung’s thoughts. He stopped walking and pulled out the phone he had shoved into his pocket. The message was from Kwon Yoojin.

[Sunbae! Are you free this Sunday at 6 PM? Let’s have dinner with my father!]

Daeyoung sent a short reply: [Sure, sounds good.]

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“I like you, Sunbae.”

Not long after their university admission, Yoojin confessed to him after their third class together. It wasn’t surprising—he had already noticed the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him from the start.

Her unexpectedly quick approach seemed to suit her. With a politician father and an actress mother, Yoojin was sharp, strong, and strikingly beautiful, embodying the best traits of both alphas and omegas. Her looks naturally drew attention wherever she went.

Many had already approached her, only to be rejected, even before she became a well-known figure upon entering the university. But Daeyoung wasn’t interested in her, and that wasn’t unusual for him.

Since birth, the only person who had ever captured Daeyoung’s attention was someone else entirely. Everyone else was, to him, indistinct and interchangeable.

Colorless. Odorless.