The World of Contrasts Vol. 2 Chapter 2

“…What?”

Jaemin’s face, caught in Seol Daeyoung’s hand, twisted freely under his touch.

“I’m saying I’ll swallow you whole through your ass. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

Just imagining it sent chills down Jaemin’s spine. The thought of being inside Seol Daeyoung felt like falling into boiling lava, leaving no trace of himself. Terror washed over him. Watching Jaemin’s horrified expression, Seol Daeyoung chuckled and continued.

“Your dick and hole are both mine. Ah, haha.”

Jaemin’s hand, still gripping Seol Daeyoung’s throbbing erection, trembled with visible tension.

“Upset because I said ‘hole’? Right, you don’t like being called pretty either.”

Seol Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s wrist. The deliberate, forceful removal of Jaemin’s grip was so strong that he had to grit his teeth. Seol Daeyoung pinned both of Jaemin’s wrists against the wall.

“I’m saying you should let me use your dick. For me.”

“Why would anyone stick it in such a filthy hole, you bastard… ngh…”

Seol Daeyoung’s rock-like body pressed against Jaemin, making it impossible to move. It was nothing short of coercion. Through the loosened bathrobe, Jaemin’s exposed nipples stood taut.

“My dick’s so clean you sucked it down like it was delicious, didn’t you?”

“…Hah… hah…”

Looking at Jaemin, who resembled a crucified man on public display, Seol Daeyoung let out a curse that could have been either admiration or frustration. Despite his fear, Jaemin couldn’t stop the physiological reaction as Seol Daeyoung ground against his lower half.

Seol Daeyoung bit down on Jaemin’s earlobe and whispered.

“I’ll ask one last time. Did you really sleep with Lee Seonho?”

Given that he had caught them together in a VIP room at a Korean restaurant, Seol Daeyoung’s suspicion wasn’t entirely unwarranted. But what infuriated Jaemin was the way Seol Daeyoung acted as if he had some claim over him.

Seol Daeyoung was merely drawn to Jaemin’s pheromones. Despite claiming that alpha and omega dynamics were meaningless in the face of rationality, he was just like any other alpha. He could only be satisfied by overpowering and claiming an omega for himself.

Jaemin swallowed dryly as he met Seol Daeyoung’s gaze.

“I didn’t sleep with him. And I never will.”

Seol Daeyoung lowered his head, resting his forehead against Jaemin’s.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

His eyes glistened with a mix of strange satisfaction and unrestrained desire. Looking into them, Jaemin spoke clearly.

“Yeah. I never have sex with someone I like.”

“…”

The fire of silent rage ignited in Seol Daeyoung’s wide eyes. Watching his own reflection in those eyes, Jaemin smiled. He wouldn’t let Seol Daeyoung mistakenly think he was lying. To make sure, Jaemin added a dash of truth.

“I only have sex with prostitutes.”

“Hah…”

As Seol Daeyoung glared and exhaled deeply, Jaemin furrowed his brow. Like Chairman Jang always said, even when a knife was being driven into his heart, Jaemin wouldn’t grant his opponent the satisfaction of victory. He whispered softly, making sure Seol Daeyoung felt maximum humiliation.

“That’s what sex means to me.”

“…Haha.”

Seol Daeyoung laughed, his expression filled with murderous intent as he looked at him. At the same time, the alpha’s scent exploded from his body, flooding over Jaemin like a tidal wave.

Was it just his imagination? The pheromones, now dominating every corner of the house, felt more violent than usual. Jaemin wondered for a brief moment—if it were possible to suffocate from pheromones, would his expression show pain or the opposite?

“So, you’re saying it doesn’t matter if we fuck all we want. Because it doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“…”

“That’s good, then.”

As Seol Daeyoung let out a faint laugh, Jaemin found himself being lifted off the ground. Gasping for breath, Jaemin thought to himself:

This is the best he could do.

If he wanted to have Seol Daeyoung, this was the only way.

✽ ✽ ✽

Drunk on the alpha’s pheromones, Jaemin clung to him as Seol Daeyoung carried him through the apartment. The first door Seol Daeyoung opened, somewhat ironically, was the bathroom. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped into the steam-filled room.

Seol Daeyoung lowered Jaemin into the tub and began roughly undoing his bathrobe, pulling it off in one swift motion. Then, in a single move, he peeled off his own T-shirt, tossing it aside.

The moment Jaemin, now naked, detached from him, he immediately latched back on, panting heavily. Seol Daeyoung cursed under his breath and spun Jaemin around.

“Bend over.”

Pushed forward, Jaemin braced himself against the wall, barely managing to stay upright. Water in the tub splashed softly around his knees as Seol Daeyoung spread Jaemin’s cheeks with a motion as forceful as splitting fruit. Overwhelmed by the omega’s scent spilling out, Seol Daeyoung’s eyes burned with desire.

When his lips latched onto the slick, dripping hole, Jaemin let out a sharp moan.

“Hnnngh, ahh… ngh…!”

The reddened, twitching hole contracted and moved on its own. Seol Daeyoung gripped Jaemin’s hips tightly, leaving marks on the flesh, and pried him open with enough force to threaten tearing him apart. He then thrust his tongue inside, licking fervently. Jaemin’s thighs trembled uncontrollably as his body was wracked with sensations.

When Jaemin’s legs threatened to buckle, a sharp pain jolted through his backside. Realizing that Seol Daeyoung had struck him, Jaemin felt humiliation wash over him, stronger than any arousal.

“You bastard… ahh…!”

But Seol Daeyoung didn’t stop. He swirled his tongue inside, pressing insistently, while his thick lips sucked hard at the surrounding skin. Jaemin trembled and sobbed, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through him. His moans echoed around the bathroom, impossible to suppress by sheer will alone.

“Haa… ngh… ahh…!”

“Our Director’s hole tastes amazing.”

Seol Daeyoung growled like a beast, leaving bite marks on Jaemin’s buttocks. Despite the shameful words that heightened Jaemin’s embarrassment, his erection refused to subside, twitching beneath him. Pre-cum dripped onto the water’s surface, mixing with the bath salts floating there.

“Don’t put that smelly stuff in the tub next time.”

Unbuckling his belt, Seol Daeyoung muttered through his teeth.

“Ngh… hurry… ahh….”

Hearing the metallic clink of the buckle, Jaemin whimpered. He tried to hold himself steady, but his legs were shaking too much to keep upright. The thick scent of Seol Daeyoung’s pheromones was like a potent aphrodisiac, leaving him dizzy and weak.

Feeling his knees buckle, Jaemin slid down against the wall, his back scraping it as he fell. Seol Daeyoung, seeing this, stepped into the tub without even bothering to fully remove his pants.

With a splash, water sloshed as Seol Daeyoung pulled Jaemin upright. He turned Jaemin around and pressed his back firmly, pinning him in place. Jaemin, gripping the shower column for balance, panted heavily.

“Let’s revisit what we were talking about earlier.”

“Haa… ngh…”

“Does it really mean nothing, what we’re doing right now?”

“…I already told you, you bastard… ngh….”

“Don’t push your lies too far, Jaemin.”

Seol Daeyoung growled in a hoarse voice, yanking Jaemin’s hair painfully. The tugging on his scalp sent sharp jolts of pleasure through him. Saliva dripped from Jaemin’s parted lips, and the slick fluid oozing from the reddened hole between his buttocks was no different.

“Put it in… just do it… hurry… ngh…”

“I didn’t think I needed to hear you say it, but… I’ve changed my mind.”

Instead of thrusting into Jaemin’s hole, Seol Daeyoung slid himself between Jaemin’s thighs. Leaning close to his head, he whispered into his ear.

“Confess to me.”

“Wha… what…? Hnnngh…!”

Seol Daeyoung clamped Jaemin’s legs tightly around his knee and began moving furiously between them. Heat flared through Jaemin’s groin, his balls, shaft, perineum, and the insides of his thighs, as if they’d been ignited. It felt as though a match was being struck repeatedly across his entire body, leaving him burning up.

Meanwhile, the one place untouched by stimulation—the neglected hole—was steadily leaking thick fluid, dripping down like molten wax.

“F-fast… ngh… you bastard… ngh…”

Each time Jaemin’s erection slapped against the head of Seol Daeyoung’s cock, his toes curled against the bathtub floor in reflex.

Bent in half at the waist, Jaemin gripped the shower column like a lifeline, barely managing to stay upright. If he let go, he’d lose his balance and slam his head into the tiled wall. It left him unable to touch himself or even attempt to fill the aching emptiness of his hole.

The thick shaft pounding between his thighs swayed just in front of his face. The grotesque sight of the pulsing, vein-covered length moving so violently should have been off-putting, but Jaemin couldn’t look away. It delivered an overwhelming visual thrill, so intense it bordered on destructive.

And that wasn’t the only reason Jaemin couldn’t close his eyes. The pheromones of an alpha designed to entice an omega seeped from Seol Daeyoung’s cock, mingling with his pre-cum as it dripped down slickly.

“If you confess that you love me, I’ll give it to you. Come on, Jang Jaemin.”

✽ ✽ ✽

Seol Daeyoung repeated his impossible demand. Jaemin decided to do what he could for him.

Like a desperate animal, Jaemin extended his tongue toward Seol Daeyoung’s swaying member. He licked the engorged head of the shaft as though he were tasting the water of life. The earnestness in Jaemin’s movements only seemed to stoke the flames further.

“Mmgh…!”

“Damn, why are you acting so seductive?”

Seol Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin by the head and shoved him downward. His thick length entered Jaemin’s mouth in an instant, reaching the back of his throat.

Bent over and taking him in, Jaemin drooled uncontrollably, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth. The position naturally triggered his gag reflex. Mixed with the overwhelming alpha pheromones, the contradictory sensation flipped Jaemin’s insides upside down.

“Huh…! Ha… ngh…!”

The conflicting urges to vomit and to swallow clashed within him, spilling out as tears. Even though Jaemin’s teeth scraped against the shaft, Seol Daeyoung seemed unfazed, thrusting deeper with an unrelenting rhythm.

The overpowering scent of his pheromones made it hard to breathe. It felt like the world was flipping upside down, and his throat was constricting. Yet, Jaemin felt no desire to stop.

“I really don’t… ngh… know what to do with you…”

Daeyoung muttered, his hand trailing down Jaemin’s arched spine, dripping with thick, raw desire.

Though in a painful position, Jaemin made no effort to push him away. His tattooed hand gripping the shower column trembled violently, a sight that only further aroused Daeyoung.

For Jang Jaemin, it was easier to let his body be trampled than to reveal whatever turmoil lay hidden deep within him.

Daeyoung genuinely wanted to claim every part of Jang Jaemin as his own. And he knew exactly how to achieve that.

“…”

The large hand gripping the back of Jaemin’s head slowly slid down to his nape. Beneath the mandala tattoo overlaying a self-inflicted scar lay what Daeyoung sought.

If he bit into the gland beneath that sweet-smelling skin, tore it open, and flooded it with his pheromones, Jang Jaemin would only ever respond to him. Sex with anyone else would bring nothing but pain, and he would be tormented by an insatiable thirst for Daeyoung until death.

“Ngh… Haah…”

As Daeyoung prepared to sink his teeth in, Jaemin suddenly tightened his throat around the head of Daeyoung’s member still in his mouth.

The mental thrill of binding Jang Jaemin to himself pushed Daeyoung’s body over the edge. His large, tightly drawn testicles tensed before forcefully releasing his pent-up release.

“Cough… ngh…”

Daeyoung pulled out, turning Jaemin around as he coughed. Jaemin’s tear-streaked face, messy with saliva and semen, looked exactly like the Jaemin Daeyoung had dirtied so thoroughly in his imagination. Except for the words coming out of his mouth.

“Is that all you’ve got… after finishing…?”

Jaemin glared at him with a hoarse voice.

Daeyoung shoved him against the wall, gripping his firm, round buttocks. As he pressed his middle finger to the slick entrance, the searing heat radiating from within made his cock twitch anew.

Daeyoung knew full well that as much as he wanted to bury himself inside Jaemin, Jaemin wanted him just as badly.

Leaning down, Daeyoung swirled his tongue around one of Jaemin’s nipples, teasing it. The sensitivity made it stiffen under his touch, and he looked up at Jaemin while gently nibbling on it.

“If you confess, I’ll give it to you. Say it.”

Ha, with a scoff, whitish semen dripped from the corner of Jaemin’s red lips. Daeyoung raised his hand and slowly pushed his discharged semen into Jaemin’s mouth.

Gripping Jaemin’s flat chest and sucking on his nipples, Daeyoung imagined what it would be like if milk seeped out of them. Absurdly, just the thought of a pregnant Jang Jaemin waddling around with a grimace was enough to fully arouse him.

“It’s meaningless anyway. You just need to say one word.”

Daeyoung continued in a voice tight with restraint. His heart pounded as if he had been running for hours, all because of Jang Jaemin, stubbornly holding out despite being on the brink of breaking.

Unlike Daeyoung, who had already climaxed, Jaemin hadn’t released anything, yet there wasn’t an ounce of submissiveness in him.

It almost seemed like Daeyoung was the one desperately clinging to him. But instead of denying it, Daeyoung found a strange satisfaction in the fact that someone could drive him this crazy, his heart aching from pure exhilaration.

Beautiful and extraordinary, my omega.

“If you just say you like me, I’ll keep you up all night, making your head spin…”

“I love you, Daeyoung.”

Daeyoung’s words stopped abruptly. For a moment, it felt as though time had frozen. Jaemin lifted his face from Daeyoung’s chest, his flushed expression softening into a faint smile as he looked at Daeyoung, who was frozen, disbelieving what he had just heard.

“Your face looks… absolutely stupid.”

“…”

Daeyoung’s face twisted into a mess as he hoisted Jaemin’s legs up into his arms. Jaemin clung to Daeyoung’s neck as if he had been waiting for it, wrapping his remaining leg around his waist.

“Ha… damn it… say it again.”

Daeyoung muttered in a whisper as he spread Jaemin’s hips and aligned himself. Jaemin let out a small laugh.

“You look stupid.”

“Not that.”

“I love you?”

“Damn…!”

Jaemin cursed as Daeyoung thrust into him, his breath hitching as he repeated it once more: that he loved him.

Daeyoung panted heavily as he fiercely drove into Jaemin’s inner walls. His violent thrusts stretched and filled him, tearing through his insides with an unforgiving rhythm. With every pull and push, fluids dripped out, leaving Jaemin a trembling mess.

“How many times…! Ngh… can I… haa…! Say it, hah…!”

Jaemin stammered through broken words, his breath coming in gasps.

“This doesn’t… ngh… mean anything…!”

But Daeyoung wasn’t an idiot. Or perhaps, at this moment, he was no better than a fool.

The hidden core of Jang Jaemin, never shown to anyone else, was vivid red. The moment he revealed it so suddenly and without warning, every wretched feeling that had plagued Daeyoung from the instant he saw Jaemin earlier today vanished. All that remained was an all-consuming desire to devour the juicy, crimson Jaemin whole, like flames engulfing him.

“Then keep saying it.”

Daeyoung growled, slamming his hips into Jaemin as he captured his gaze.

When it came to Jaemin, Daeyoung’s attention to detail was obsessive, even in bed. He had memorized from past experiences exactly where to hit to make Jaemin cry out, how to kiss to make him slick, and the specific pace that drove him wild.

“Ah, ngh, ahh, haah…!”

At first, Jaemin tried to suppress his reactions, only to surrender to the relentless pace as Daeyoung pounded into him. Watching the translucent pre-cum drip from Jaemin’s flushed cock, Daeyoung commanded through clenched teeth like a beast.

“Say it quickly, and I’ll drive you even crazier.”

“Ngh…! I… love… you… ahh…!”

Jaemin tilted his head back, hitting the wall as he moaned. Daeyoung licked and sucked at the prominent adam’s apple on Jaemin’s throat.

Jang Jaemin’s body, stripped bare, was breathtakingly beautiful. His lean frame, perfectly sculpted like a meticulously drawn figure, made it impossible not to leave marks all over him. Each time Daeyoung’s lips trailed over him, sucking like a leech, bright red bruises and bite marks bloomed on Jaemin’s skin.

“Ahh, haah…!”

When Daeyoung bit down on Jaemin’s chest and sucked on his nipple as if he were drinking milk, Jaemin clung to his neck, moaning like he was crying. Holding Jaemin in his arms, Daeyoung pulled him off the wall, thrusting as he stood. The rough angle caused Jaemin’s hips to bounce, forcefully hitting Daeyoung’s pelvis.

✽ ✽ ✽

Grabbing Jaemin’s buttocks, Daeyoung began to thrust quickly. As he vigorously penetrated Jaemin’s sensitive inner walls, Jaemin, who had already ejaculated once, tightened his arms around Daeyoung’s head. A tantalizing scent wafted from his beautifully toned muscles.

Like a runaway train off its tracks, Daeyoung pounded into Jaemin. Each time his testicles slammed against Jaemin’s buttocks, the wet sound of flesh against flesh echoed. Following Daeyoung’s movements, Jaemin tightened and relaxed his hole, but now, with his hole stretched to its limit, he could only moan helplessly.

“I, I love you, ah…! More, give me more, fuck me harder…. Ah… ah…!”

Daeyoung panted, his dark eyes gleaming. His heart rate was at its peak, and the muscles in his thighs were so tense that not even a needle could penetrate them. His hands roughly and mercilessly pulled Jaemin’s lower body towards him.

It seemed as if Jaemin’s insides were perfectly molded to the shape of his penis. Something was swelling inside Jaemin—it wasn’t just his imagination. Jaemin’s womb was swelling, a silent scream begging for his seed.

“It feels so good, ah, so good, Daeyoung… ah…. Ah! Fuck, ah! Ah…!”

Daeyoung couldn’t help but be excited. There was no alpha in this world who could resist an omega. The frightening truth was concealed by their actions of suppressing them.

“Ha, fuck, ah….”

He knew he was more intensely aroused than usual. Of course, he also knew how Jang Jaemin felt about him. But some truths become even more powerful when spoken aloud.

“I love you… ah… I love you…! I’m going crazy, ah….”

Daeyoung’s eyes turned pitch black as he experienced it firsthand. Perhaps he had wanted to do this ever since he saw Jang Jaemin appear in a bathrobe through the crack in the door.

I want to impregnate him. I want Jang Jaemin to have my child. As the thought crossed his mind, he could feel his cock swelling inside Jaemin.

“Huh, uh…!”

Jang Jaemin’s eyes, which had been shaking uncontrollably, suddenly widened. It was natural for Jaemin to be horrified as he barely pushed Daeyoung away and looked down. Even Daeyoung couldn’t control the sudden knotting.

“Fuck… crazy….”

“Stay still… Jang Jaemin….”

Jaemin’s abdomen, which originally revealed the trace of his penis due to almost zero body fat, became clearer and more distinct, and grew bigger with Seol Daeyoung’s cock. Jaemin hit Daeyoung’s shoulder with his fist.

“Ah…. Ah…! It’s tearing…!”

“Don’t move…!”

Daeyoung shouted at him. Jaemin looked at Daeyoung with tears in his eyes. Daeyoung bit his lip while looking at him. His dark lips were bleeding. Jaemin trembled, feeling the painful sensation of his internal organs being pushed away.

“I don’t want to hurt you… Jang Jaemin….”

“Fuck… this is bullshit… ah….”

Jaemin panted. It was because Daeyoung’s cock swelled even more and pressed against him. Daeyoung breathed heavily as he watched Jaemin distort his face and struggle to even speak.

He had never knotted with anyone before. Naturally, since he had never had sex with anyone before Jang Jaemin.

Daeyoung gritted his teeth and tried to stop the knotting, but it was futile. His alpha body, beyond his will, was screaming to plant his seed in the omega’s womb in front of him.

If Jaemin were in heat, this would be a 100% pregnancy. Realizing this, Daeyoung’s eyes, staring at Jaemin, darkened again.

“If it were heat… it wouldn’t have hurt.”

Why isn’t it heat now?

“What… what?”

Jaemin asked back as if he couldn’t believe his ears, and Daeyoung breathed heavily, his neck flushing red. He was literally pissed off and about to go crazy because Jang Jaemin was not in heat.

“If you knot and come during heat, it’s immediate pregnancy.”

“…….”

Jaemin’s face visibly paled. Daeyoung cupped his distorted face and whispered softly.

“Our Jaemin would be really sexy with a full belly.”

“……Ha.”

Jaemin glared at him, unable to even speak. Tears falling down Daeyoung’s hand seemed to speak for him.

Die. Really, just die, you fucking bastard.

Blood vessels stood out in Jaemin’s eyes. He was so shocked that he momentarily forgot the pain that had taken over his body. He wanted to kill him for daring to bring up pregnancy on top of knotting without permission.

“Kiss me.”

“Fuck you…!”

Daeyoung, looking at him with shocked eyes, raised his voice to Jaemin and spat out in a husky voice.

“I can’t pull out if I don’t come. If I move now, you’ll definitely get hurt.”

“…….”

“Make me come.”

What moved the hesitating Jaemin was Daeyoung’s next words.

“Unless you want to have a stroke in the bathtub with my cock inside you….”

Jaemin’s face slowly approached him. Daeyoung slowly parted his lips towards Jaemin, who was tilting his head towards him with a face full of pain.

“Jang Jaemin.”

The words I’m about to say—will they bring you pain or the opposite?

However, Daeyoung thought this was his chance. A chance to punish Jaemin, who had only confessed his feelings when cornered, only to later dismiss them with a mocking smile and scoffing remarks.

“Shut up. I don’t feel like kissing you when you’re running your mouth.”

“You know I love you too, right?”

Ridiculously, his voice trembled slightly.

“I love you.”

As Daeyoung said the words while looking at him, Jaemin froze. In his quivering pupils was the reflection of Daeyoung, who had always been watching him. Daeyoung had prided himself on knowing every expression Jaemin could make since the day they met. But at that moment, his pride was shattered.

“…….”

It was a face Daeyoung had never seen before. For the first time, he was confronted with an expression from Jaemin that utterly captivated him. Jaemin bit his lower lip, his nose flushed red, and then he let out a short sigh before dropping his gaze.

Jaemin’s trembling was transmitted directly through their connected bodies. A single droplet of water fell onto Daeyoung’s abdomen, soon followed by more, one after another.

Jaemin was crying.

“…Damn it…”

Daeyoung gripped Jaemin’s neck tightly and devoured his lips. Jaemin responded fervently, their tongues intertwining in the hottest kiss they had ever shared, as Jaemin moved his hips against him.

If he kept moving so roughly while receiving an alpha’s knot, Jaemin’s body would surely break.

Daeyoung instinctively raised his hands to stop him, but his rationality evaporated in a single second. Overcome by pleasure, his body did not push Jaemin away; instead, his hands gripped Jaemin’s hips tighter, pulling him closer and shaking him fiercely.

“Ah, huh, ngh….”

The vivid sensation of releasing deep inside Jaemin, who he had thoroughly stirred up, was unforgettable. It was a climax he would never forget.

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Weeks had passed since the lock on Jaemin’s apartment door had been broken. Jaemin intentionally left it unfixed. He didn’t want the hassle of inviting someone over to repair it, and seeing the broken door every day reminded him of the incident.

Crazy bastard. Let’s not make things more complicated.

Since the day Seol Daeyoung barged into his house, Jaemin hadn’t rejected his calls. Daeyoung seemed to have won the favor of Kwon Yoojin’s father, as he began frequenting the Congressman’s office.

It wasn’t surprising. Even at eighteen, Daeyoung had not been someone to underestimate, often intimidating people without even trying.

For those older and more experienced, Daeyoung must have seemed an irresistible prospect. After all, even Chairman Jang, a cunning old hyena, had recognized his potential without meeting him, relying solely on his instincts.

The problem was Seol Daeyoung himself. He wielded his status as Kwon Sangdo’s confidant like a weapon, frequently barging into Jaemin’s home whenever he pleased.

✽ ✽ ✽

“I work so hard for you; don’t you think the director owes me something?”

“I owe you nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Daeyoung, tilting his head as he firmly grabbed Jaemin’s hip, was a natural troublemaker.

Jaemin had once joked to Chairman Jang that Daeyoung must have gangster blood in his veins, and it turned out to be true.

Daeyoung had a knack for threats and violence. If Jaemin hadn’t been tangled with him in such a sordid way, he might have genuinely wanted to keep him close. To be even more honest, Daeyoung was someone he never wanted as an enemy.

“Wait.”

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After being knotted without warning in the bathroom, Jaemin started taking contraceptives religiously. The thought of the unlikely but possible overlap of a heat and rut leading to pregnancy kept him checking if he had taken his pills even in the middle of the night.

Especially after he had a cursed nightmare of his stomach swelling grotesquely, bursting open, and a creepy child with Daeyoung’s face popping out and giggling, he became even more vigilant.

“I was so desperate I almost exploded.”

Daeyoung had a knack for saying things Jaemin wanted to shut him up for. The only reason Jaemin tolerated him was purely for sex. Calling alphas to satisfy his libido every 8 to 10 weeks was a hassle and a risk.

To be honest, after sleeping with Seol Daeyoung, sex with other alphas started to feel dull. Getting used to sex with someone who had such a sadistic streak was its own kind of misfortune.

The thought of inevitably comparing every other alpha to Daeyoung in the future left Jaemin feeling bleak. But given the situation, he consoled himself that staying quiet for now was the better option.

“I heard rumors you’ve been inviting alpha guys to hotels, so I just wanted to ask.”

After Chairman Jang made this cryptic remark at a Korean restaurant, Jaemin became even more self-conscious about his actions.

He cut his hair a little shorter, leaving less to cover his nape, and started wearing suits more regularly. Since he was planning to fully assist Chairman Jang after the semester, it was something he needed to get used to anyway.

“Why do you look so good today?”

On days when Jaemin came home from work and collapsed onto the sofa without even changing his clothes, Daeyoung would squint at him, blurting something that hovered between an insult and a compliment. Then, leaving only his shirt on, he’d strip him below the waist and pull him close.

No matter how often Jaemin glared at the crumpled, sleek jacket and pants at Daeyoung’s feet, now splattered with semen, and yelled, “Do you even know how much those cost?” it was pointless.

“Every time you wear that suit from now on, think about having sex with me, okay?”

Click.

Jaemin lit a cigarette, and a presence stirred beside him. The messy guy who’d just finished a “sex first, shower later” routine approached, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, and sat across from him.

Daeyoung, clearly satisfied as he admired the marks he’d left on Jaemin’s body, smiled smugly. Jaemin exhaled a puff of smoke straight into his face.

“Now that we’re done, can’t you leave already?”

Of course, Seol Daeyoung didn’t even flinch.

“Do you really want me to go?”

“As soon as possible.”

Jaemin replied without hesitation, exhaling another puff of smoke. Daeyoung, undeterred, grabbed the cigarette pack and, as if it belonged to him, took one out. He leaned slightly toward Jaemin.

The orange ember from Jaemin’s cigarette transferred to Daeyoung’s with a faint spark. Holding the filter between his teeth, Daeyoung took a deep drag.

“…You don’t really mean that.”

Jaemin looked at the big man smiling at him.

The broad shoulders extended into muscular arms that seemed to bulge like chunks of rock were stuck under the skin. His chest, firm and swollen as if about to burst, made the brown nipples at the center appear tiny in comparison.

“Get out. And stop clinging to me.”

As always, Jaemin thought his naked body was intimidating. Maybe those shabby clothes Daeyoung usually wore were a kind of disguise—a tactic to mask his real presence, like some foreign superhero transforming when the time came.

“With the way you’re looking at me, where do you expect me to go?”

At Daeyoung’s words, a faint heat rose on the bridge of Jaemin’s otherwise flawless nose. He furrowed his brow and raised his sharp eyebrows.

“…Don’t you have a mother who cares about you? Doesn’t she say anything about you never coming home?”

Jaemin brought it up, hoping the mention of his mother would stop Daeyoung from staying over. He avoided insulting Seol Junkyung outright, not wanting to provoke Daeyoung further. After all, they’d already had intense sex twice, and Jaemin didn’t want to find himself pinned under him again. Besides, he had work early tomorrow. A debtor who had fled to South Chungcheong Province had been tracked down.

“My mom’s been rooting for me these days.”

“…Rooting for what? To screw well? Did she make you eel extract or something?”

Daeyoung laughed out loud at Jaemin’s scowl. Flashing a bright grin that showed his even teeth, he tucked the cigarette between his lips and spread his arms wide.

“Come here, Jaemin.”

“You bastard. Who do you think you’re ordering around?”

“Just this once. If you come over, I’ll go home and sleep tonight.”

Did he think Jaemin would fall for that now? Not once had Daeyoung ever gone home after saying such nonsense. All he ever did was torment Jaemin through the night.

After a brief hesitation, Jaemin finally stubbed out his cigarette and stood. Watching him, Daeyoung took a long drag, the smoke filling his lungs.

The more time he spent with Jaemin, the more Daeyoung realized that Junkyung had been right. He’d thought he knew everything about Jang Jaemin, but that had been a delusion.

Jaemin climbed onto Daeyoung’s lap, straddling him and facing him. His damp hair from the shower tickled around his heated eyes as it fell. It was ridiculously arousing.

Daeyoung parted his bathrobe and grabbed Jaemin’s hips, his lips parting as Jaemin slowly lowered his head, their tongues meeting softly.

His words were always razor-sharp, but his insides were maddeningly soft. Unable to hold back, Daeyoung suckled his tongue fiercely, making Jaemin grimace and bite at his face.

“Cigarette smell… damn it.”

The way Jaemin spoke as if he didn’t smoke himself, the way he got hard from a single kiss, and the faint pink hue of his arousal—all of it drove Daeyoung wild.

“When I had my first cigarette working construction, I thought, ‘I’ll never be able to quit this now.’”

“…Yeah?”

“I think that’s when I realized how weak I am to addiction.”

Jaemin listened quietly. The city lights sparkled brightly through the window behind them. As Daeyoung gently caressed Jaemin’s bare skin, he couldn’t help but think how surreal this moment felt.

“So, I started being afraid of having sex.”

Jaemin let out a scoff, mocking him.

“Is that… something you should be saying?”

Jaemin’s meaning wasn’t lost on Daeyoung. After all, Jang Jaemin was the one bearing the full brunt of his overwhelming sexual desire right now, so he had every right to say it.

“The first time it manifested was in the middle of the night. Back then, I didn’t even know it was a rut. I just woke up like a zombie, and the first person I saw was my mom.”

“…”

Jaemin closed his mouth and slowly locked eyes with him. It was the first time Seol Daeyoung had ever spoken about his past. As Jaemin’s body subtly grew colder, Daeyoung rubbed him firmly, continuing his story.

“When the ambulance arrived, I’d just finished smashing the bathroom door with my fists—the door my mom barely managed to hide behind.”

It was only natural for Jaemin to recall a certain unforgettable summer day. Alpha men smashing the window of the gym where an omega had been hiding. And the look in Seol Daeyoung’s eyes, consumed with rage as if he was truly ready to kill those bastards.

“…”

“Is this something you don’t want to hear?”

Jaemin said nothing. He simply stared at Daeyoung without blinking. Daeyoung’s calm voice flowed out again.

“Since I was very young, I’ve seen plenty of Alphas try to rape my mom.”

His tone was steady, devoid of emotion, as if he were recounting someone else’s story.

“And some of them succeeded. My earliest memory is that.”

Daeyoung brought the shortened cigarette back to his lips, taking a deep drag before turning his head to exhale. But Jaemin grabbed his face, forcing him to look back at him.

“And you just let that happen?”

“I was three years old.”

A blanket had been thrown over the child’s face as he was pushed against the wall, but the sounds couldn’t be muffled. Daeyoung smiled faintly as he looked at Jaemin’s face, which was growing more rigid by the second.

“Things were different once I got a little older. The first time I followed the neighbor to a construction site and came back, the landlord was on top of my mom, who was crying. He was thrusting into her. So, I tried to kill him. My mom barely managed to save his life, but… his lower half didn’t fare so well.”

It was no wonder he despised Alphas. After that incident, Junkyung took him and fled their hometown under cover of night. But moving didn’t mean similar incidents wouldn’t happen again.

Each time, Daeyoung grew a little more ruthless. To the point where he felt satisfaction looking at the blood-soaked fists and the mangled bodies beneath them.

Of course, there was no need to share that part with Jaemin. Jang Jaemin still misunderstood something fundamental about him.

“Have you ever killed someone?”

Damn it. Making someone’s heart race like this should be against the rules.

Daeyoung’s lips curled slightly as he ran his tongue over them.

“…I’ve wanted to kill plenty of people.”

For now, it was better to let Jaemin indulge in his sweet misconceptions just a little longer.

“Before my manifestation.”

He used to dream of killing all those pitiful Alphas who wielded their traits like power. But in the end, Daeyoung became just like them. No, perhaps something even worse.

“Why did your manifestation come so late?”

“The doctor said it could be genetic, or maybe psychological.”

Jaemin briefly furrowed his brow as he thought of another Alpha whose manifestation had been delayed: Chairman Jang. In Daeyoung’s case, the latter explanation seemed more plausible. After all, he was a monster who could suppress his pheromones even in extreme states of arousal.

“Then the doctor added that if an Alpha’s traits are too dominant, their pheromones can even affect their blood relatives.”

Jaemin swallowed dryly. The déjà vu in Daeyoung’s words was undeniable. The sweet scent Joohee gave off the day her heat first hit, and her face as she pinched her nose shut, remained vividly etched in his memory.

“Damn it, I thought it was bullshit. Talking about how if the traits are dominant enough, even parents aren’t off-limits… Ha.”

Daeyoung let out a low, hollow laugh. But his eyes didn’t reflect any amusement.

“The funniest part? Even after I knocked the doctor out, the police let me off. They said stuff like that happens sometimes during a rut. That’s when I realized it. Even if I’d raped my mother, the outcome would’ve been the same.”

“So, did you?”

Jaemin finally broke his silence, speaking up. Daeyoung watched him quietly as Jaemin’s trembling voice pressed him for an answer.

“I didn’t.”

“…”

“You hate Alpha and Omega pheromones, saying they’re nothing but filth, as if our brains are in our groins instead of our heads.”

The cigarette in Daeyoung’s hand burned to its end, heating up his fingertips. He took a deep breath as he looked at Jaemin, who clearly remembered his words.

“And then you raped me.”

Jaemin’s voice was low and cutting. He snatched the cigarette from Daeyoung’s hand and stubbed it out in the ashtray with an annoyed motion. As Jaemin turned his body away, Daeyoung instinctively pulled him back with firm strength.

“Don’t say that so carelessly.”

“…Was I wrong?”

Daeyoung frowned, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“You should at least acknowledge how much restraint I’ve shown.”

He could vividly recall the warmth of the blood that had seeped from Jaemin’s nape and dampened the back of his hand. The omega who had chosen death over living as one, Jaemin, had left him feeling astonished, confused, and ignited with a desire that boiled from deep within.

“If I’d really wanted to rape you, I wouldn’t have held back for five years.”

“Some achievement.”

“It means my feelings for you were that deep.”

The faint smirk on Jaemin’s face faltered slightly, stiffening into surprise. Every time Daeyoung spoke an unexpected word, Jaemin didn’t know how to react.

“…Are you asking for a compliment or something?”

To so casually admit he had harbored feelings for five long years—was that really something to say so nonchalantly?

Heat rose to Jaemin’s nape. Daeyoung looked at him and asked again.

“If I asked, would you give me one?”

What a brazen bastard. Jaemin let out a small, disbelieving laugh as he stared at him. The slow, deliberate way Daeyoung licked his lips, paired with the meaningful look in his eyes, carried an unmistakable intensity.

Despite himself, Jaemin felt his pulse quicken, stirred by the sight of someone seemingly trapped in an unquenchable thirst, no matter how many times their bodies intertwined.