The World of Contrasts Vol. 1 Chapter 9

― Jun, do you have anything else to say?

“N-no, Chairman.”

Sejun, who had been imagining the scene of Seol Daeyoung pressing against Jaemin from behind, shook his head to rid himself of the thought.

It seemed he had a lot pent up lately, especially since the omega he kept near the school as a casual partner had been acting cocky and hadn’t been putting out for a few days. Still, he didn’t want to risk saying something foolish to Chairman Jang and shortening his own lifespan.

― Alright. You’ve done well.

Chairman Jang sounded satisfied, as if he had heard everything he needed.

― If anything else comes up, give me a call. Oh, Hyungoh, come on in.

Before Sejun could hang up, he caught the mention of his father’s name and swallowed dryly.

― I’ve already invited the omega you like to help you unwind a little….

The call ended abruptly. The bitter feeling that had been rising in Sejun’s chest dissipated instantly when his phone buzzed with a deposit alert from the bank. As expected, Chairman Jang was far more generous than his own father.

…But what’s that smell?

There was a faint scent of omega lingering in the air, but with so many people around, he couldn’t pinpoint who it was. It was so faint that he wasn’t even sure if it was real.

Dismissing it as his alcohol-fueled imagination coupled with his current cravings, Sejun belatedly ran into the fray to rescue his friend. The ever-loyal Seonho, who usually stuck by Jaemin’s side, was nowhere to be seen today, leaving him no choice.

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Three days later.

The nightclub was a mess of cigarette smoke, omega scents, and alpha scents all mixing together like a sewer.

Jaemin, a cigarette in his mouth, descended the stairs quickly. The madam approached him.

“Sir, we’re reservation-only….”

“Lock the doors.”

At his low command, the men following Jaemin moved in perfect synchronization. Noticing something was amiss, two bouncers approached but were swiftly taken down.

They locked the doors and began opening the private rooms one by one until someone shouted from the far end of the hallway.

“He’s here!”

Jaemin took a long drag of his cigarette and walked purposefully toward the largest room at the end of the hall, where the sewer-like stench was strongest.

Inside, not a single person was fully dressed.

The room reeked of alcohol and drugs, with about a dozen men sprawled out, entangled in a haze. Even as the door burst open and dark-suited men stormed in, they failed to comprehend the situation.

“Assemblyman Choi.”

Jaemin grabbed the assemblyman by the hair and slammed his head onto the marble table, pulling him off the omega he had been pressing against. Blood splattered across the milky surface, and finally, someone screamed.

“After all the money I gave you for the bidding process, you think you can play games like this?”

The others in the room, realizing the gravity of the situation, rushed at Jaemin. They were executives from rival companies competing for the construction contract—essentially gangsters, just like him.

“You bastard…!”

The fight began with someone smashing a liquor glass over Jaemin’s forehead. It turned into a chaotic brawl, blood splattering everywhere as Jaemin fought even more viciously than usual.

When it was over, and his subordinates managed to pull him away, the room was a complete bloodbath.

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As soon as the dust settled, Jaemin called Chairman Jang to report. The chairman sounded pleased with his handling of the situation. Known for his steady lobbying of politicians, he still harbored disdain for their opportunistic nature. Assemblyman Choi, who had been meddling in the deal, was someone the chairman believed needed a strong warning.

― Let’s grab a meal sometime soon. It’s been a while since we’ve talked.

“Yes, sir.”

―Assemblyman Choi’s time is almost up. It’s about time we start working on Kwon Sang-do, the guy who’s been feuding with him.

As Chairman Jang’s voice cut off, Jaemin rolled down the car window and sped up. The piercing sound of the engine echoed through the quiet pre-dawn streets.

“Damn it…”

One issue would be resolved, and another would arise. No, in truth, nothing had ever truly been resolved. His life was an unending series of problems.

It had been three days since Jaemin and Seol Daeyoung were brought to the police station together. Neither of them wanted to press charges against the other, and Kwon Yoojin, claiming it was all a misunderstanding, had diligently defended them. The incident concluded with a simple submission of statements.

“Let’s grab a bowl of seolleongtang.”

“Eat as much as you want yourself.”

Leaving Seol Daeyoung standing with Kwon Yoojin, Jaemin walked away first. He had no intention of eating seolleongtang with them in front of the police station. Besides, the lingering heat of the fight had cooled, and his mind was becoming tangled with delayed questions.

Kwon Yoojin hadn’t realized that Jaemin was an omega.

For a brief moment, Jaemin had deliberately released his pheromones in her presence, and there had even been physical contact between them.

However, the alpha traits that Seol Daeyoung described as beast-like—those uncontrollable sexual reactions where an alpha gets biologically aroused by the pheromones of another form, regardless of who they love or marry—did not occur with her.

It wasn’t as if Jaemin had never been with an alpha woman before. From his experience, all alphas reacted instantly to his pheromones, pouncing on him without hesitation.

Even his own mother, when he experienced his first heat, had been so affected that she had to cover her mouth to suppress herself. In his 23 years of life, the only alpha who hadn’t reacted to his pheromones was Kwon Yoojin. When Jaemin kissed her, the scent that lingered on her wasn’t alpha pheromones but rather the refined fragrance of high-end niche perfume.

Click.

Jaemin lit a cigarette while keeping one hand on the steering wheel.

Two possibilities crossed his mind: either Kwon Yoojin wasn’t an alpha, or she had realized his identity and was pretending not to notice.

The former seemed unlikely. In his search for information about Assemblyman Kwon Sang-do, he found an article from when Yoojin was a high school student. It detailed how she had donated hematopoietic stem cells alongside her father, an event that took place right before the election.

If she had any reason similar to his for hiding her secondary gender, she would never have participated in such a public act, which was tantamount to revealing her blood to the world.

Jaemin’s aversion to hospitals stemmed from the same concern. It was why Joohee had to fly all the way to the U.S. for his genetic tests—there were too many prying eyes and ears in Korea.

Considering the blood donation was likely a publicity stunt for her father’s political career, Yoojin was undoubtedly a dominant alpha.

So, was Kwon Yoojin pretending not to know that he was an omega?

Jaemin recalled her expression after their kiss. Her eyes showed only the bewilderment and surprise of someone caught off guard, nothing more or less. Her flushed face was from embarrassment, but it lacked the shock one would expect from someone who had just discovered his secret.

If she were lying and acting, Yoojin might as well drop out of school and follow in her mother’s footsteps to become an actress. Moreover, the most decisive point was that Yoojin had absolutely no reason to keep Jaemin’s secret.

“…….”

Sitting in his car, now parked in the lot, Jaemin leaned back against the seat instead of getting out. His thoughts lingered. If Kwon Yoojin had indeed sensed his omega pheromones but pretended otherwise, it was an unsettling notion.

A deep furrow formed between Jaemin’s brows as he lowered his gaze. There was no point in overthinking; the answer wouldn’t come to him on its own. He would have to wait until Kwon Yoojin revealed her intentions. It was as unpleasant as the sticky feeling of seawater drying on his skin, but there was nothing he could do about it for now.

Why had he acted so impulsively in the first place? Reflecting on the cause only made his irritation grow.

As he stepped out of the car and walked toward the elevator, his phone vibrated in his hand. The caller was Seol Daeyoung. When Jaemin didn’t pick up, a message soon appeared.

[Pick up. I need to have sex.]

“Goddamn… seriously.”

Jaemin resisted the urge to throw his newly purchased phone to the ground. With Seonho absent and no backup in sight, causing trouble would only end up inconveniencing him further.

[My dick hurts, so hurry up.]

The text was followed by a short video from Seol Daeyoung.

“Ha…”

What a lunatic. On the small phone screen, a hand gripped a heavy shaft. Even without pressing play, the content was obvious. Jaemin wanted to smash the phone against the man’s forehead for sending a video of himself masturbating.

He deleted the video immediately, the disgust making his skin crawl. As his fingers searched for the block caller option, sweat slicked his palms. Meanwhile, his phone continued to buzz, inundating him with messages that were, quite literally, obscene.

[You want it too.]

It felt as if Seol Daeyoung’s voice, laced with a sinister smirk, was whispering directly into Jaemin’s ears. The usual nonchalant tone was absent, replaced by something cruel and sharp. His stomach churned.

[You’re aroused right now, aren’t you? lol]

Finally, Jaemin’s phone flew from his hand and shattered against the parking lot floor. After stomping on the wrecked device, he kicked it into a corner. Yet, Seol Daeyoung’s low laughter, mocking and taunting, echoed in his mind, paired with the memory of his sneering gaze.

Even in the elevator, even as he keyed in his apartment code, Jaemin couldn’t easily shake off the lingering tension.

He only froze when he opened the door to his apartment and saw Seonho waiting for him inside.

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“…You’re here, Director.”

Jaemin walked past Seonho, who had risen to greet him, and headed for the kitchen. Pulling the rings off his fingers, he let them roll across the unused island counter. Turning on the faucet at the central sink, he began washing his hands. The blood smeared between his fingers from dealing with Assemblyman Choi’s entourage at the hostess bar was washed away by the warm water.

Seonho, who had quietly approached by then, handed Jaemin a fresh towel. Taking it from him, Jaemin dried his hands and let out a long sigh.

“Got a cigarette?”

As if he’d been waiting, Seonho pulled a cigarette case from his inside pocket and handed it to him. Seonho had started smoking because of Jaemin. Familiarity really did have its perks. Thinking about the potential hassle the broken phone could have caused, Jaemin felt even more relieved to see Seonho.

Jaemin dropped into a chair by the window, where the city skyline glittering along the river unfolded before him, and lit the cigarette.

“I gave you three months off. Why are you back after just two weeks?”

The day Jaemin had been cornered in his car by Seol Daeyoung, he had urged Seonho to take a vacation. Officially, it was leave, but in truth, it was a way to send him away—Jaemin couldn’t bear to face him.

“Spent too long idling at a vacation home, and my parents got sick of me and told me to leave.”

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Jaemin let out a faint laugh. Did Seonho not realize how ill-suited the word “idling” was to him? He had always been efficient at his job but hopelessly bad at lying.

“You could’ve hung around your brother’s café. Why didn’t you?”

“It’s too hip. Apparently, boring customers like me don’t fit the vibe.”

Jaemin decided the topic wasn’t worth pursuing further. On reflection, even two weeks was probably a stretch for someone with Seonho’s personality. Jaemin gestured with his chin.

“Sit down. Why are you standing there like your legs hurt?”

Seonho sat in the chair across from him. For a moment, Jaemin stared at him, silently smoking.

“It was inconvenient without you around.”

Had Seonho been there, would it have stopped Jaemin from impulsively joining Kwon Yoojin, kissing her, or getting into a street fight with Seol Daeyoung?

At the very least, knowing that Seonho was waiting for him might have made him think twice before acting.

“I’m sorry.”

“No one to buy me cigarettes, no one to break up fights, no one to bail me out of the police station.”

Seonho apologized again. Jaemin waved a hand dismissively and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

“I wasn’t saying that to blame you. I’m just ashamed of myself.”

Seonho had faced countless dirty situations because of Jaemin, but that was the first time he’d witnessed Jaemin having sex. There was no way Jaemin could know what expression he had worn in that moment, with Seol Daeyoung’s cock buried inside him.

All he could do was guess how pathetic he must have looked, judging by the twisted expression on Seonho’s face and his trembling fists.

“When your subordinates start seeing you as nothing more than a dick, that’s the moment you’re done for, Jaemin.”

Chairman Jang had always emphasized this. He had explained the logic behind hanging a traitorous subordinate upside down and cutting off his ankle in front of others. According to him, the strongest loyalty came from fear.

“Seonho.”

“…Yes.”

“What do you see when you look at me?”

“…….”

Jaemin cast a self-deprecating glance at the silent Seonho.

“Do I look like a dick to you? Or… a hole?”

Instead of answering, Seonho pressed his lips tightly together and dropped to his knees. Watching him kneel on the marble floor—a man who had to give up sports due to a leg injury—Jaemin swallowed dryly.

“Get up.”

“When I first met you, Director, you were just a kid. We spent your adolescence and youth together in the U.S. before returning to Korea. Watching you excel to a level that made me ashamed of myself, I genuinely thought you were extraordinary. And when I saw you start assisting the Chairman in earnest, I had no choice but to acknowledge that you’d already grown far stronger than I was.”

Seonho’s rare, impassioned tone left Jaemin unable to interrupt.

“I swear, I’ve never once thought of you as a dick or a hole—not when we were kids, not now.”

“I know you’re a beta, so stop.”

“I’m speaking as one human being to another, regardless of traits.”

Jaemin gave a faint, bitter laugh as he looked at Seonho’s eyes, which resembled those of an abandoned puppy.

“It was a joke. Get up.”

Only then did Seonho obey. Despite having witnessed Jaemin at his most humiliating, Seonho’s attitude remained unchanged. If even a flicker of disdain had crossed his face, Jaemin might have stabbed him right there.

“You know, I’ve been thinking this for a while.”

When Jaemin extended his hand, Seonho opened the cigarette case and handed him a fresh cigarette. Jaemin placed it between Seonho’s lips, watching his gentle brown eyes waver slightly. With a click, Jaemin lit the cigarette for him. Seonho cupped his hands around the flame and took a deep drag, inhaling deeply.

“You’re the only person in this world I trust.”

“…Thank you.”

“That’s not a compliment.”

Earning someone’s trust was undeniably valuable. But for Jaemin, it wasn’t something that could only bring joy. Being the one Jaemin trusted most meant knowing too many secrets. And with secrets came risk—the more dangerous the secret, the higher the stakes.

The same reasoning explained why Joohee insisted on keeping Seonho within her reach and why Jaemin could never let him go now. If the details of Jang Jaemin’s private life—especially his vulnerability to an alpha—ever reached Chairman Jang’s ears, Jaemin’s life as he knew it would be over.

“Still, it makes me happy.”

“What makes you happy?”

“I’ve been watching you since you were very young, Director. It’s… fulfilling in a way. Hearing something like that for the first time—it feels nice.”

“Don’t tell me you’re touched.”

“…Maybe I am.”

When Seonho smiled at him, his chest felt oddly prickly, as if needles were poking at it.

“What am I, your son? Don’t start sounding like an old man. There’s only a five-year age gap between us.”

Jaemin scoffed, and Seonho flushed, shaking his head.

“That was presumptuous of me.”

“Let’s have a drink.”

They brought over a bottle of liquor and sat on the couch without any snacks. The rich whiskey burned its way down, taking the edge off Jaemin’s mood.

“I looked into something while I was off.”

“What?”

Seonho hesitated, choosing his words carefully, before cutting to the point.

“It seems the Chairman is showing significant interest in Seol Daeyoung.”

“…How do you know that?”

“I heard he came up in conversation at a recent gathering. Apparently, there’s someone the Director is ‘working on,’ and soon, he’ll become one of us.”

If Chairman Jang had already started looking into Seol Daeyoung, he’d likely completed his assessment. A highly capable alpha with a poor financial background—a prime candidate for the Chairman to bring into his fold.

“This is becoming a bigger headache.”

“The Chairman has always felt it was unfortunate for you to bear the company’s burdens alone.”

“Yeah, right…”

Jaemin laughed bitterly, refilling his glass. If he stalled too long, Chairman Jang would eventually step in himself. And his methods were infamously effective—exploiting weaknesses and making offers that couldn’t be refused.

“Father is definitely going to try to touch that bastard’s parents.”

Fuck.

The thought of Seol Daeyoung’s mother, who was sweating profusely in front of a sizzling frying pan, made Jaemin feel even worse.

“Director. I have a question…”

Seonho’s voice trailed off, which was unusual for him. When Jaemin asked what, Seonho took a brief breath.

“May I ask why you don’t want to recruit that guy?”

“I hate that bastard. He’s not even a friend. Why would I work with someone like that?”

Despite Jaemin’s straightforward answer, Seonho didn’t seem satisfied.

“It’s not about working with him, it’s more about him coming under you, Director. Chairman wants that.”

Listening to Seonho’s cautious but firm tone, Jaemin emptied the glass he was holding. The empty glass clinked as it dropped onto the smooth marble table.

“The guy who wants to be a prosecutor. But he doesn’t fit the mafia, does he?”

“Isn’t that his personal wish?”

“…What?”

Seonho’s face seemed to ask when Jaemin had ever cared about other people’s opinions. He wasn’t trying to mock him, merely stating facts, but for some reason, Jaemin felt a sharp discomfort in his ribs.

“Thinking back to the incident in high school… he’s actually better suited for this. If it weren’t for you, Director, at least two students who were at the scene would’ve died back then. No matter how dominant an alpha he was, with his family background, he wouldn’t have escaped juvenile detention, and the rest would’ve been obvious.”

“Seonho.”

Jaemin moved his stiff neck and called his name. Seonho, who had come back after a two-week break, was unusually talkative today. His usually soft, puppy-like eyes seemed a bit redder.

“You know well how ruined alphas live. I think this is a far better choice than that.”

“…Stop.”

“Could it be that you’re hesitating because that guy knows your secret, Director?”

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Seonho’s voice carried emotion. It was understandable that his anger, unable to be directed at Jaemin, had turned elsewhere after witnessing his superior being ruined under someone else’s control.

Jaemin frowned, discomfort welling up inside him.

“Seonho.”

“In that case, I’ll take care of it.”

“There’s no need for that.”

“Is it that there’s no need, or… do you simply dislike me laying a hand on that bastard?”

Crack!

In the end, Seonho crossed the line Jaemin had drawn. Blood seeped into the shards of a crystal glass shattered in Jaemin’s hand. As Seonho, startled, moved to stand, Jaemin grabbed him with his bloodied hand.

“…I’m already dealing with enough headaches. Don’t make me more irritated.”

“I’m sorry. But… Chairman isn’t someone to be underestimated. You know that.”

Even as Seonho added one final remark, fully aware of Jaemin’s anger, Jaemin knew it was because Seonho genuinely cared for him. He couldn’t not know—Seonho’s eyes never lied.

“If he eventually finds out, the Director will be in danger. I just want to avoid that.”

Jaemin twisted his lips into a smirk, gazing at Seonho with eyes full of the same pity he once had, long ago.

“You’re worried about me.”

Seonho said nothing. Jaemin met his gaze as if to say he already understood.

“My best skill is deceiving our dear Chairman.”

“…”

“Don’t worry.”

When Jaemin patted his shoulder lightly, Seonho’s voice came out hoarse.

“…First, your hand.”

Jaemin complied without a word. Sitting on the living room sofa, he watched as Seonho appeared with a large bag in hand. Since Jaemin rarely went to the hospital, his home was stocked with supplies that could rival those of an emergency room.

Seonho carefully removed the glass shards embedded in Jaemin’s fingers with tweezers, disinfected the wounds, treated them with medication, and applied gauze. His precise bandaging and taping, likely a habit from his athletic days, were always clean and meticulous, which Jaemin appreciated.

“Seonho.”

“Yes.”

Seonho looked at him with a pained expression, as if he himself were the one injured. Jaemin let the faint emotions flickering behind Seonho’s kind gaze pass him by indifferently.

When had it started? The moment Seonho could no longer meet his eyes for long, or when his once-confident touch began to tremble.

The only way to avoid hurting Seonho was, ironically, to hurt him.

“Send me that Alpha whose life is already ruined tonight. The one I slept with two months ago.”

For someone running toward you with a knife, trying to embrace them, you have to punch them away. Watching the faint ripple in Seonho’s eyes, Jaemin drove the wedge in further.

“Tell him to take out his tongue piercing. It’s annoying during oral.”

“…Understood.”

Especially someone as good-hearted as you shouldn’t be hurt by someone like me.

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Click.

The sound of the hotel room door opening echoed softly. Jaemin took a deep drag from his cigarette with his uninjured hand.

Every few months, when Jaemin sought a one-night partner, he would head to a hotel far from the city. Though it only took about an hour to drive there, the surroundings were entirely mountainous, and once the sun set, darkness enveloped everything.

Even in the pitch-black room, without even a nightlight on, his partner approached him without bumping into anything. Perhaps it was because this was their second time, and they had grown accustomed.

“Don’t release your pheromones tonight.”

Jaemin stubbed out his shortened cigarette in the ashtray and spoke in a low voice. After his “work,” especially after seeing blood, he usually indulged in sex, taking in an Alpha’s scent to the fullest. But tonight, he didn’t want to smell anything. The day had been far too long.

“Just fuck. Like it’s a sport. Keep your mouth shut.”

His partner remained silent, diligently adhering to the condition of not speaking first in this room.

“If you make the sex satisfying enough to knock me out, the tip increases.”

Jaemin continued as he unbuckled his pants. His movements were clumsy, likely because he was using his left hand. After muttering a low curse, Jaemin gave an order to the figure standing still in the room.

“If you understand, get over here and suck.”

Though the thick carpet muffled the sound of footsteps, Jaemin could sense the other standing in front of him. He shoved his pants aside and spread his legs wide.

Some Alphas disliked giving oral, but for Alphas whose lives were already ruined, there weren’t many choices. In the end, money would bring them to their knees between his legs.

Just like this one.

A warm hand landed on Jaemin’s thigh.

…Was their body temperature always this high? Jaemin tried to recall their previous encounter but was quickly distracted by the sensation of a hand sliding over his still-soft cock.

The calloused hand was surprisingly rough. When the partner gripped his still-soft length tightly, Jaemin flinched and spat out a curse.

“Shit, hey.”

He heard a faint chuckle. As he reached to grab their hair, something hot touched the head of his cock. And then, Jaemin’s entire body sank as though into quicksand.

“…Ah!”

The hot mouth engulfed his cock down to the base in one swift motion. His partner’s nose brushed against his pelvis as they took him in completely.

Blood rushed to the spongy tissue, causing his length to swell and harden rapidly. It was clearly pressing into their throat, but the only sign of strain was their slightly heavier breathing.

“Haa…”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jaemin tilted his head back and gripped the sheets tightly. Blood seeped through the bandage on his hand, but he didn’t even notice. His partner had begun to lick up and down his shaft with their tongue.

Using their saliva as lubricant, they moved with an intensity that made it feel like they were trying to pull his cock out of his body. Instead of soft, wet sounds, the friction created rough, scraping noises.

“Ugh…! Ah…! Fuck, ah…! Go easier… hey….”

Was this bastard insane? Moving like they intended to make him come right away, they let out another faint laugh before gripping the base of his cock tightly.

“Ugh…!”

Their hand twisted at the base while their thick tongue swirled around the head, spreading the precum. The overstimulated tip turned bright red. Jaemin gasped, struggling to regain his composure.

“Haa, fuck, yeah. Without the piercing, it feels way better than last time. If you’d ignored me and kept it, I would’ve—ahh…!”

Jaemin’s words dissolved into incoherent sounds as his partner once again swallowed him to the hilt.

“Ugh…! Ah! Ahh…! Ngh…! Ah…!”

Though he had often grabbed a partner’s hair to humiliate them during oral, it was the first time he had tried to push someone away by their head. Did this bastard cut their hair even shorter since last time?

“Stop. Stop…!”

Jaemin’s trembling arm was caught and pushed back, forcing his body to fall flat. Now lying on his back, he was completely pinned as they continued to devour him. The rough, wet sounds grew faster, and their saliva trickled down his shaft, soaking the hair at his base.

“Ahng… ngh, ugh! Ahh…!”

Jaemin’s flat lower abdomen tensed as his pale cock flushed red, veins standing out prominently. His testicles tightened into a firm knot, but he couldn’t stop the situation as long as his partner remained latched onto his cock. Sensing Jaemin’s impending climax, his partner reacted with sharp precision.

“Shit, you bastard, hah…!”

As his throat constricted tightly around Jaemin’s length, he could no longer hold back. His hips trembled violently as he spilled his cum into his partner’s mouth.

“Haa…”

There wasn’t a trace of pheromones emanating from him. This meant that the heat radiating through Jaemin’s body was purely a physical reaction from the collision of their bodies.

“…You’re good at this, but when I say stop, you stop.”

His partner, who had been licking his overly sensitive tip clean, finally pulled away, rising slowly as if reluctant. Still, there was no response. Though they were dutifully following his orders, Jaemin felt a strange twinge of wounded pride.

“Take off your clothes.”

The weight of his partner approaching caused the mattress to dip before settling again. As Jaemin listened to the sound of clothes being tossed aside, he scowled into the darkness. Tonight, the room felt especially dark, and his eyes couldn’t seem to adjust.

Unable to gauge their movements, Jaemin’s body was suddenly pressed down heavily. A hot body. Solid, tightly packed muscles. Had this bastard been this well-built the last time, too?

Before he could think further, his wrists were grabbed, and without a chance to speak, his partner’s lips crashed onto his.

The lips and tongue that had just held his cum now pushed deeply into his mouth, swirling around. Instinctively, Jaemin turned his head to avoid it, but it was useless.

“Mm….”

Saliva mixed as tongues and lips alternated in sucking and pressing. This kind of filthy kiss wasn’t to his taste—in fact, he rarely kissed at all. So why had he been finding himself in such infuriating situations lately?

The real issue was his own body, which was responding with arousal even as they kissed like animals. Jaemin began to fully entwine his tongue with theirs, exchanging heated breaths as his body betrayed him.

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“Put it in. I’m loosened up down there… ngh…!”

Instead of thrusting into him, the partner moved slowly, almost like a large insect, pressing down on him before lowering their hot lips to his neck. When the lunatic bit down on the leather choker, tugging at it like a dog trying to tear it apart, Jaemin felt both a physical suffocation and a psychological sense of fear.

“You bastard, let go already!”

Jaemin panted in a low whisper. The partner, who had truly been acting as though they might rip it apart, finally lowered their face when Jaemin hissed, “Stop,” through gritted teeth. He even had a fleeting, absurd thought—thankfully, they hadn’t used those jaws on his cock. But the thought didn’t last long.

The partner began biting and sucking at Jaemin’s neck below the choker. Their teeth grazed his collarbone as they sucked hard, producing wet noises, while their hands cupped his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples and areola. The pain was sharp enough to suggest his skin might be raw, but it was accompanied by a fiery pleasure surging through his spine.

“Ugh…!”

When Jaemin grabbed their shoulders, they clicked their tongue as if annoyed, perhaps thinking he was trying to push them away. The absurd reaction made Jaemin scowl, but then his arms were suddenly lifted above his head.

“What the hell are you doing, you bastard… hey…!”

When the partner began licking his armpit, Jaemin’s face turned bright red in the darkness. This was an entirely new sensation, an area so sensitive it felt like a weak point. He could feel their tongue brushing through the fine hairs there, and it was vivid enough to make him wonder if they were on drugs. But if they were, they wouldn’t be able to suppress their pheromones so effectively.

“Ahh…”

Even without any pheromones from the Alpha, Jaemin’s body heated up purely from the physical stimulation. A desperate moan spilled from his throat.

“Put it in.”

The partner ignored his command. As if they weren’t finished yet, they continued making his armpits slick with their tongue and bit along the skin above his ribs. Trapped with his arms pinned above his head, Jaemin’s face flushed as he raised his voice sharply.

“Right now… ngh… just put it in already, damn it…!”

There was a faint sound of laughter. Was this bastard mocking him? Just as Jaemin lifted his leg to kick them away—

“Ahh…!”

His ankle was grabbed, and his legs were spread wide like scissors. The partner pulled him close, cradling his legs, and thrust their cock inside him.

“Ah…!”

The tight sensation of being completely filled in his slick hole made Jaemin’s eyes fly open. Damn it. Who the hell is this bastard?

With wet, squelching sounds, they began moving back and forth. The cock stretching him was overwhelming, far beyond his memory of them. But Jaemin didn’t have time to question it.

“You bastard, what are you…! Ahhh!”

They had started licking his toes. Jaemin screamed as though he might faint, but his body only responded with pleasure to whatever his partner did. Panting heavily, Jaemin’s body began releasing waves of Omega pheromones.

“Hah… ngh… mmm…”

He felt the partner’s breath laughing softly between his toes. Arrogant. Grinding his teeth, Jaemin tried to kick their face, but they pressed their weight on top of him, pinning him down again. And then, the thrusting resumed.

“Ah…! Ngh, ugh…! Ah…! Ahh…!”

The cock moving inside him hit all the right spots, stimulating him so thoroughly that Jaemin found himself forgiving their insolence. Gasping for breath, he wrapped his arms around them, and with a husky voice, he whispered, seeking to quench the last drop of his unfulfilled thirst.

“Release your pheromones.”

The partner grabbed Jaemin’s face and pressed hot lips against his ear. A whisper, laced with excitement and amusement, followed.

“Really?”

Jaemin’s eyes flared. What the hell? Did I just hear that wrong?

Hearing what sounded like Seol Daeyoung’s voice, Jaemin felt a chilling sensation as if all the blood in his body had turned cold. He tried to push the man’s shoulders away, but he couldn’t.

“Ugh…!”

It was because of the Alpha’s scent that began to waft at the tip of his nose. Jaemin reached out, fumbling for the side table, but the man yanked his arm away, thwarting his effort.

“You… you…!”

“Are you satisfied now?”

The deep voice resonated against Jaemin’s overheated ear. Realizing who he was having sex with, Jaemin instinctively struggled.

“Why are you here… ngh…!”

He had no way of understanding how Seol Daeyoung was here or what was happening. Seol Daeyoung continued pounding into him with hammering thrusts. Jaemin, with his thighs spread wide like a frog, had no choice but to accept the relentless pleasure being forced into him.

“A few hours ago, I got a call from an Alpha with a face full of piercings. I’d told them before—if they passed me clients summoned through Lee Seonho’s number, I’d pay double.”

Jaemin’s heart surged with fury, his mind on the verge of exploding.

“To every bastard on that list.”

In other words, during the three days Seol Daeyoung had possession of his phone, he had planned this mess. What kind of psychopath was this man?

“But the bastard upped the price to triple… said you were an Omega worth paying to meet again… kept ranting about how amazing you were, so I got a bit annoyed…”

“Then… ngh… so what?”

Seol Daeyoung chuckled darkly.

“Well, that bastard probably won’t be using their tongue much anymore.”

“What?”

“I ripped the piercing out of their tongue. Smashed their head into the wall.”

Even in his breathless, suffocating state, Jaemin felt a chill run down his spine at the added remark.

“Ngh… bastard, aren’t you going to stop? Ugh…!”

Having revealed his identity, Seol Daeyoung no longer concealed his pheromones. The room, which had smelled like stale air moments ago, was now saturated with Seol Daeyoung’s scent.

“You’re pissing yourself while telling me to stop.”

Seol Daeyoung muttered as he plunged deep and swirled his hips. The sensation of his colon being invaded made Jaemin writhe in pain. If the man had any objective sense of his own size, this would’ve been unthinkable. But, of course, Seol Daeyoung was unhinged.

“Seol Daeyoung… it hurts… ngh…”

“It hurts?”

“Oh dear,” Seol Daeyoung murmured softly.

“Should I knot you and burst that sexy belly of yours, Jaemin?”

Panting, Jaemin swung his fist at the man’s face. Seol Daeyoung caught the feeble arm, wrapping his fingers around the pulse point, and buried his nose in it, inhaling deeply.

“Jaemin.”

“Ahh… ngh…”

Feeling as though something inside him might truly break, Jaemin released his pheromones completely. It was an instinctive act of self-defense. After all, Omegas weren’t the only ones who could shower others with pheromones. However, when an Omega did so, the consequences were often severe.

Seol Daeyoung inhaled deeply, taking in Jaemin’s scent, and let out a short sigh.

“You sly thing.”

The man, who had been pounding into him with the force to split him in half, subtly adjusted his angle. As every sensitive spot was stimulated, Jaemin’s urethra released spurts of cum without warning.

“Fuck… ha…”

The thicker Jaemin’s pheromones grew, the more violent Seol Daeyoung’s ragged breathing became. His voice took on an increasingly aggressive edge.

When an Alpha absorbs a certain amount of pheromones, their body becomes addicted, and the duration of sex extends. The Alpha ensures the Omega’s pheromones continue flowing, keeping them aroused indefinitely.

“I wonder… ngh… what kind of face you’re making right now.”

“Get… lost… ngh…”

Seol Daeyoung reached out and turned on the light attached to the bed. The sudden brightness stung Jaemin’s eyes, causing a sharp pain. Breathing heavily, Daeyoung muttered in a cracked voice.

“I want to kill every single bastard who’s seen you like this.”

Of course, Seol Daeyoung’s assumption was wrong. Jaemin had never shown his face to an Alpha while working. But he didn’t feel like correcting him. He just wanted to let Daeyoung stay in his delusion.

“But seeing how you acted earlier, maybe I don’t need to.”

Seol Daeyoung chuckled, his laughter as wicked as a devil’s.

“Still, it was weird how all those bastards had this oddly similar vibe.”

“Ha… shut up…”

What nonsense was this? Jaemin had merely chosen one of the Alphas Seonho had lined up. But Seol Daeyoung wouldn’t stop with his delusions.

As Daeyoung thrust in and out, the muscles in Jaemin’s thighs strained, and slick fluids oozed from his entrance, creating obscene noises. Daeyoung’s eyes gleamed with a crazed light, flickering wildly.

“You turned off all the lights and imagined it was me while you fucked them, didn’t you?”

“Shut up…! Ngh…!”

Jaemin struggled, but Seol Daeyoung didn’t let go. Instead, he crossed Jaemin’s arms and pulled his wrists taut like reins, intensifying his thrusts.

“Your hands… ngh… what’s with them?”

The bandages Seonho had wrapped around Jaemin’s hands after he broke a glass were already loose, barely staying on.

“Ah… what does it matter… ngh…!”

Jaemin’s response only made Seol Daeyoung’s movements rougher. The fluids pouring out of Daeyoung’s relentless thrusts splattered against Jaemin’s thighs with every harsh collision of their skin. Under the light, Jaemin’s body was a mess of bite marks and bruises, creating a vivid, chaotic display.

“…It’s fucking distracting.”