The World of Contrasts Vol. 2 Chapter 3

“We can’t have sex anymore.”

“Then suck me off.”

Daeyoung knew he was now addicted to something he couldn’t quit. When did it start? It was when he smelled an unidentifiable alpha pheromone scent from Jaemin. It was distinctly different from the pheromone perfume Jaemin occasionally used for disguise; it was a filthy smell.

“You should know how shameless it is to demand that with your size.”

“…Why are you blaming me for only fucking around with slim guys?”

Jaemin’s face turned red with shame. He tried to say something but bit his lip instead, making his inner thoughts obvious even without hearing them.

“Ah, am I the first to get a blowjob from you?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Daeyoung laughed lowly. Jang Jaemin didn’t need to know his inner thoughts. He didn’t need to know how painful it had been for him, or how much he wanted to kill the sources of the alpha pheromones coming from Jaemin.

Daeyoung suppressed his murderous impulses and waited for the right moment. He was patient, so he could endure the pain by thinking of Jang Jaemin eventually falling into his hands.

But he couldn’t suppress the desire that began to boil within him. The desire that overflowed in the dark red room like Jaemin’s insides could not be contained again.

“Let’s go to the sofa.”

He was ready to use pheromones if Jaemin didn’t comply, but Jaemin agreed readily. He had mentioned having something to do in the countryside tomorrow morning. Perhaps he wanted to quickly finish and send him home. Daeyoung carried him and walked slowly to the sofa.

Daeyoung sat down on the wide leather sofa. Jaemin raised his body from him and knelt on the soft rug.

Daeyoung’s throat moved roughly as he looked down at the top of Jaemin’s head. He wondered what he had said to make Jaemin waver, but then thought it didn’t matter.

It was because Jaemin himself untied the towel around Daeyoung’s waist.

Daeyoung’s cock, which had been obscenely tenting the soft towel, sprang out and stood proudly. Jaemin, sitting between his thighs, grabbed his cock with both hands, covered in tattoos. The smell from the tip made his mouth water.

The faint alpha pheromone mixed with pre-cum was seductive enough to make Jaemin hard at any moment. Daeyoung, no longer needing to restrain himself in front of Jaemin, released his pheromones freely. As if he would suck him off anyway.

“Ha…….”

Jaemin slowly blinked and took the cock standing in front of his face into his mouth. He remembered Daeyoung’s appearance when he went crazy seeing an alpha trying to rape an omega. His cock must have been in this state then too. He realized that a trauma bigger than desire had been pressing down on him, a fact he only understood today.

Seol Daeyoung had tried to rape his mother during her heat.

He understood why Daeyoung treated SeolJunkyung so well, and at the same time, his heart pounded hotly.

Seol Daeyoung was a real alpha. Surprisingly, Jaemin was excited by this situation. He felt like he could join in the crude sexual jokes of thugs who laughed about taking virginities without any emotion starting tomorrow.

Jaemin poked Daeyoung’s urethra with his tongue and sucked on the sensitive areas with the ridges of his tongue. He could feel the thick cock in his hand pulsating.

“Fuck…….”

Daeyoung stared intensely at him, mixing curses with his low breaths. The reason he interlocked his fingers behind his head was to prevent himself from forcing Jaemin’s head onto his cock. Right now, Daeyoung was devouring him with his eyes as well.

Smack. Smack.

Jaemin kissed the tip of his cock as if praising a well-behaved animal. Then, he began to move, filling his mouth completely with Daeyoung’s shaft. It was impossible to lick the protruding veins with his tongue. He could only move his head with his mouth open as wide as possible.

“Ha…. ha….”

“…Look at me.”

Seol Daeyoung spoke in an incredibly low voice. Jaemin looked up at him with red eyes. Saliva dripped down from his lips as he moved them, holding the base of the cock with both hands.

“Deeper.”

Jaemin, as if testing him, did not avoid Daeyoung’s gaze and took the erectile tissue, fitting the expression “cock rod,” deep into his throat. The deep throating completely twisted his insides, and eventually, physiological tears burst out.

“Is that… your limit?”

Even though he knew his throat was moving, Daeyoung looked at him and cruelly gleamed his eyes. Jaemin’s face turned red as he tried to take it even deeper. In the end, it was the alpha who surrendered.

“You really tried to swallow my cock.”

After roughly grabbing Jaemin’s hair and pulling him off, Daeyoung laid him down on the floor and panted.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Me eating you… ha…!”

Jaemin glared at him with a reddened face and tried to wipe his saliva-covered lips. No, he tried to wipe them.

“You are… truly crazy, Jaemin….”

To Jaemin, Daeyoung, who started kissing him while laughing, seemed even more insane.

Daeyoung kissed him deeply several times. The kisses were not rough and sucking, but rather, he sucked on his lips with a smacking sound and tickled him with his tongue, repeating this several times, which made Jaemin flustered.

“Ha, ha…. mmm… umm….”

The robe coming undone and the legs spreading open happened as naturally as flowing water. The fact that his own hole was also soaked while sucking Seol Daeyoung’s cock was something he realized the moment Daeyoung inserted himself.

Daeyoung continued kissing him endlessly, as if Jaemin were the most lovable thing in the world.

Before they knew it, Jaemin had wrapped his legs around Daeyoung’s waist, holding onto his thick chest, and was having sex with him on the floor.

When their passionate encounter finally ended, Jaemin felt his energy plummet sharply. He muttered as his eyes began to close.

“I’m sleepy.”

“Yeah, sleep well.”

“…Wake me up at 5:30 tomorrow.”

This was the only way Jaemin could express that he didn’t want Daeyoung to leave. He couldn’t bring himself to outright say it because he didn’t want to give Daeyoung any false hope. Meanwhile, Daeyoung had no intention of leaving in the first place. He picked Jaemin up off the floor and carried him to the bedroom.

“Should I go instead tomorrow?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

The two bodies settled into a bed that was too spacious for one person. Daeyoung soaked a towel in warm water and carefully wiped Jaemin’s body clean. After ensuring there were no injuries, he lay down beside him, sharing a blanket, and pulled Jaemin into his arms.

“Jang Jaemin,” Daeyoung whispered softly in his ear. “Was what we just did still considered rape?”

Jaemin replied with a raspy voice, eyes still closed.

“Shut your mouth and stop talking.”

As if by mutual agreement, they never brought up that topic again. It was the natural course of action. Daeyoung knew better than anyone that a single wrong word could destroy their fragile relationship. Jaemin wasn’t someone who could ever find happiness living as Daeyoung’s omega. The mere thought of Jaemin’s body stained with sticky blood sharpened Daeyoung’s mind like a blade.

But for now, this was their time—a love that existed in secret. A love that neither they nor anyone else would acknowledge, blooming like the city’s nocturnal lights that vanished entirely by morning, possessing an unreal quality.

Daeyoung tightened his hold on Jaemin’s cooling body. The rapid thumping of Jaemin’s heart was proof that he wasn’t asleep.

“Goodnight, babe.”

Jaemin let out a faint chuckle, nestled in Daeyoung’s embrace.

“That’s gross.”

Daeyoung buried his face in Jaemin’s soft hair and thought, wishing morning would never come.

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Seasons changed swiftly. One moment, people’s clothing seemed lighter, and then summer was over. By the time Jaemin realized it was autumn, yellow gingko leaves were already piling up on the sidewalks in November.

Jaemin had been busy giving out holiday bonuses to his team, coordinating with Japanese partners for entertainment collaborations that interested Joohee, and downsizing capital operations due to stricter regulations. Time had flown by.

Meanwhile, Daeyoung officially joined Congressman Kwon’s office and assembled a support team for next year’s mayoral election.

Jaemin believed there was no better face than Seol Daeyoung to appeal to the younger demographic. He knew better than anyone how effectively Daeyoung could hide his cruel side and pretend to be upright, and just how attractive that façade could be.

It was clear that Chairman Jang had taken a liking to Daeyoung. When photos of Daeyoung often appearing by Congressman Kwon’s side became a topic of conversation during dinner, the Chairman smiled contentedly and drained his glass.

― We should take good care of that young man.

“I’m already taking care of him plenty, so don’t worry.”

After ending the phone call with Chairman Jang, Jaemin let out a long sigh. He had thought that Chairman Jang’s interest would naturally wane as the business expanded, but that had been a miscalculation. The Chairman took every opportunity to inquire about Daeyoung’s well-being through Jaemin.

Perhaps it was an alpha’s intuition. Previously, Chairman Jang had shown little interest in Jaemin’s personal circle, but now, every time Seol Daeyoung’s name came up, Jaemin couldn’t help but feel bitter.

What had Chairman Jang meant when he trailed off with, “That guy’s eyes are really…”?

Dwelling on it only soured his mood. Jaemin decided to stop thinking about it and put a cigarette to his lips.

Bzzz.

The phone on the table buzzed again.

The caller was an unsaved number, one Jaemin had grown familiar with due to its frequent calls lately. The fact that its last digits matched Daeyoung’s only made it more unsettling.

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“…….”

As Jaemin stared intently at his phone, the call ended. Taking a drag from his cigarette, Jaemin sank into thought. He could have easily dismissed it as a spam advertisement or blocked the number altogether, but the familiarity of the last four digits of the number irritated him.

1225.

It was Jaemin’s birthday, and coincidentally, it was also Daeyoung’s. When Jaemin first learned of this in high school, he had found it deeply unpleasant.

“Ha… Damn it.”

Recently, however, Daeyoung seemed to relish this fact.

“You and I are perfectly compatible in bed, and now even our birthdates align. What do we do about this?”

“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”

“Are you saying we don’t have good chemistry in bed?”

“…Not that, idiot. Why are you talking like an old geezer about compatibility?”

“If we’re born on the same day, doesn’t that make us soulmates?”

It was so absurd that Jaemin was at a loss for words. Setting aside his distrust of folk beliefs, he was certain Daeyoung didn’t even know the first thing about fortunetelling.

What really irritated Jaemin, more than Daeyoung’s nonsensical rambling, was something else entirely.

Beep.

“I’m back.”

The sound of the lock disengaging was followed by Daeyoung’s voice, loud and casual, as if this were his own home. Judging by his suit, he must have come straight from Congressman Kwon’s office.

Seated on the couch, Jaemin watched Daeyoung approach and examined him closely.

His broad shoulders, thick arms, and unusually long legs seemed to have been squeezed into an off-the-rack suit. The oversized waist made the outfit resemble a burlap sack. If he wore something tailored, his incredible physique could be showcased to perfection.

Yet, despite the unflattering fit, he still didn’t look ridiculous—thanks to his face. His chiseled, striking features, enviable even to other men, drew closer as he frowned.

“Did you get hurt?”

He was referring to the topical pain relievers and patches scattered on the table. Feeling the throbbing from the bruises under his shirt anew, Jaemin responded briefly.

“Just grazed.”

Although he had broken the leg of the guy who had hit him with a wooden stick, his anger hadn’t subsided.

“Baby.”

That wretched nickname.

It made his skin crawl, but he had never told Daeyoung to stop. He’d given up early, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. There was no other reason.

“…….”

Jaemin looked at Daeyoung with an expression as if something disgusting had landed on his shoulder. Smiling faintly, Daeyoung asked,

“Can’t you stop being a gangster?”

Jaemin let out a hollow laugh, though his eyes held no humor. What infuriated him about Seol Daeyoung was exactly this—the way he crossed lines, pretending it was all in good fun.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Daeyoung grinned at him, the kind of grin that made Jaemin want to punch him.

Seol Daeyoung’s calculated naivety sometimes drove Jaemin to the edge.

“Could you start living as someone else if you were told to?”

Unlike Seol Daeyoung, who seemed capable of doing whatever he pleased, Jang Jaemin’s life had been predetermined from the moment he was born. Like a hamster on a wheel, he was destined to run tirelessly without pause.

“If I told you starting today, you’re not Seol Daeyoung anymore but someone else, could you accept that?”

“Even if I lived a different life, I wouldn’t stop being me.”

“…….”

“You’re cool even without being a gangster.”

Hearing his sharp reply, Jaemin twisted his lips.

“…Your self-esteem is off the charts. I’m so jealous.”

Though he sneered at him, he couldn’t understand why his heart was racing. Could it be arrhythmia at this age?

“I missed you.”

Daeyoung, who had briefly turned serious, quickly eased his expression and pushed Jaemin’s shoulder. Suddenly sprawled out on the sofa, Jaemin glared at him and coldly spat,

“Enough. If you’re going to keep spouting nonsense like that, don’t bother coming over.”

“What nonsense?”

Daeyoung asked in a low voice, his hand trailing down Jaemin’s waist.

“Stop meddling in my business.”

“I’m just annoyed that you’re always clashing with other gangsters.”

“Seriously, if you don’t shut your mouth—”

Before Jaemin could finish, Daeyoung sealed his lips with his own. As their tongues intertwined deeply, Daeyoung’s pheromones seemed to spill over.

Thinking it was unfair, Jaemin found himself removing Daeyoung’s jacket. Every movement of his arm sent a dull ache through his shoulder. It reminded him of the ambush earlier—a debtor who somehow got wind of the attack had gathered gangsters to lie in wait. If Jaemin had been even slightly slower to dodge, the blow might have landed on the back of his head instead of his shoulder. A head injury, even if not a direct hit, could momentarily blur vision, leaving him unable to react—a far more dangerous scenario.

“Ha… Sigh…”

The thought of narrowly avoiding something worse sent dopamine coursing through his body. Who was it that said fear and excitement were separated by a fine line? Jaemin couldn’t calm the surge of excitement that was particularly intense today.

As Jaemin responded passionately to the kiss, their tongues mingling, Daeyoung growled in satisfaction, his throat vibrating.

With a wet sound, their lips parted momentarily. Jaemin’s face flushed with warmth as he gazed at Daeyoung.

Daeyoung deftly removed Jaemin’s pants, his movements familiar. Jaemin’s already aroused member, spurred on by just a kiss, was stroked gently by Daeyoung’s rough hand. Despite Jaemin’s sharp tongue, his soft, rarely-used tongue and pale member oozed pre-cum with just a few strokes.

“Ah… Ha… Ah…”

Jaemin groaned, pressing his hand against his forehead like someone feverish.

“Idiot… gentler…”

Gentler? Daeyoung suppressed a chuckle at Jaemin’s unexpectedly adorable request. How could he be any gentler? Whispering, Daeyoung continued stroking him.

“What should we do later? It’s Friday night.”

It had been over three months since they started spending weekends together. Their routine—sex, movies, and ordering delivery—wasn’t exactly extraordinary.

Given that Daeyoung’s work included identifying sources of campaign funds for Congressman Kwon’s support team, Jaemin couldn’t outright push him away or pick a fight. Daeyoung fully exploited this fact, and as Jaemin approached climax, Daeyoung expertly circled his swollen tip, amplifying the pleasure.

“Ah, ha… Ahh!”

Jaemin bit his lip and came in Daeyoung’s hand, his body trembling slightly.

“Shall we order pig’s trotters?”

“Why… ha… do you always eat that kind of stuff?”

Daeyoung licked Jaemin’s release off his fingers with a faint sucking sound and asked,

“What kind of stuff?”

Thinking it was unbelievably filthy, Jaemin flushed. His voice, tinged with arousal, flowed from his throat.

“Like something an old man would eat.”

“Then what do you eat during your gang dinners?”

Jaemin couldn’t deny that his work was essentially gangster business, but Daeyoung’s phrasing sometimes made his blood boil. Swallowing hard, Jaemin replied,

“First round, Chinese food. Second round, karaoke bars.”

“That sounds even more old-fashioned.”

When Daeyoung tilted his head slightly and retorted, Jaemin furrowed his well-shaped eyebrows in disbelief.

“Isn’t it better than eating gizzards, innards, or toes?”

Daeyoung, clearly a connoisseur of bizarre foods, gave a faint smile as he sat up.

“What can I say if it’s tasty?”

He flicked open the buttons on his cuffs one by one. Then, he unfastened the main button that had been done up to his neck and shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor like shedding a skin. Finally, his perfectly sculpted upper body came into view, enough to provoke envy, and Jaemin couldn’t help but lick his lips unconsciously.

“Your taste is seriously trashy…”

The fact that he maintained such a body despite eating that kind of junk made Jaemin feel like he was witnessing the power of genetics firsthand—annoyingly so.

Oblivious to Jaemin’s inner grumbling, Daeyoung grinned and gently pushed down on both of Jaemin’s knees with his hands. Forcing Jaemin to hug his thighs to himself, Daeyoung leaned in and pressed his lips to the now fully exposed opening.

“Once you try it, you’ll go crazy for it too.”

His muffled words against the sensitive spot made Jaemin shudder. Daeyoung began lapping at the loosened entrance with his tongue, sucking as if melting it. The tight, puckered folds of Jaemin’s opening responded sensitively, contracting and relaxing repeatedly under the stimulation. Daeyoung nibbled gently on the soft flesh and murmured in a low tone.

“What am I supposed to do when even Jaemin’s little hole tastes this good?”

As expected, a foot came flying toward his face. Daeyoung caught Jaemin’s ankle with a firm grip and chuckled deeply. Pressing his face against Jaemin’s long, elegant foot, he licked it, causing Jaemin to recoil in shock, pulling his leg away.

“What the hell are you doing, you pervert?”

“I like toes.”

There wasn’t even a hint of an unpleasant odor on Jaemin’s feet. Only a faint body wash scent mixed with his subtle pheromones lingered. When Daeyoung licked between Jaemin’s toes, the pheromone scent grew stronger.

Watching Jaemin’s pale body twitch against the stark contrast of the black leather sofa, Daeyoung continued his ravenous caresses.

“Has anyone else ever kissed you in places like this?”

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“Are you… sniff… crazy?”

Jaemin squirmed, his reddened eyes twisted in discomfort, but his reaction only pleased Daeyoung. Knowing Jaemin’s personality, there was no way he would have allowed anyone else to touch him there. The immense resistance Daeyoung had felt from Jaemin the first time he kissed and licked him there was surely no illusion.

“Funny. My baby seems to enjoy this quite a bit.”

In the end, Jaemin kicked Daeyoung in the face with the top of his foot. Even in his weakened state, Jaemin’s blow was strong enough to leave Daeyoung’s jaw throbbing. And yet, the pain only fueled Daeyoung’s growing excitement.

“If anyone dares to mess with you, make sure to beat them up like this.”

Conversely, Jaemin felt utterly embarrassed and humiliated by the way Daeyoung treated him, as if he were a fragile, delicate lover. It drove him crazy. Was it really necessary to overreact this much when he hadn’t even broken a bone?

“If you keep treating me like this… I swear… hng…”

Jaemin trailed off as Daeyoung’s thick, umbrella-shaped head pressed heavily into his entrance, spreading him open.

“Hm? Treating you how?”

“…Just shut up and put it in.”

“It’s been a few days, and you’re already this tight inside.”

It had only been a week, after all. Daeyoung had been in rut. The lunatic locked himself away in a temple room where his mother’s friend, a Buddhist monk, resided every time his rut hit. Apparently, he had always done so.

“If I didn’t, Jang Jaemin, you’d have been a mom before you even graduated high school.”

Seol Daeyoung had said such chilling words with a smile.

Honestly, Jaemin did miss Daeyoung’s presence during his ruts. Though he’d never admit it—nor would he ever say it aloud—Daeyoung’s warmth and pheromones gave Jaemin the best sleep he’d ever had.

Still, he had absolutely no intention of staying by Daeyoung’s side during a rut. To Jaemin, pregnancy was as unthinkable as suicide.

“Just put it in already… Nghhh…!”

“There we go. All the way in.”

Whispering like a madman, Daeyoung smirked. As he plunged fully to the base in one thrust, the stretched opening gripped his length as if trying to cut it off. He loved it. It felt as if Jaemin were clinging to him with all his strength.

The massive girth moved, its outline visible beneath Jaemin’s taut skin with each thrust. Jaemin suppressed a short groan, watching Daeyoung buck his hips powerfully. In moments like these, Seol Daeyoung was truly like a beast.

“Don’t hold back your voice.”

“Nghh… Hhff…! Ahhh…!”

Of course, Jaemin had no intention of obediently following that demand. He bit his lip hard, even holding his breath to stifle any sound. Seeing this, Daeyoung slipped his fingers between Jaemin’s teeth, forcing his jaw open with immense strength.

As Daeyoung rubbed Jaemin’s tongue with his index and middle fingers, his thrusts grew harder and faster. Jaemin’s breath hitched as the need for air and his inability to suppress his moans collided.

“Aghhh…! Hnnghh…! Uhhh…!”

Each thrust sent wet, squelching sounds echoing from within. Pheromones spilled over, filling the spacious living room with the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin.

“The sounds you make during sex… I love them. Makes me want to record you.”

Jaemin wanted to tell him to stop spouting nonsense, but all that came out of his mouth were husky moans. His voice, unfiltered and raw, was drenched in heat and desire.

“Ahh…! Nghh…! Ughh…! Hahh…! A-Ah…!”

Daeyoung’s fingers, which had been poised to plunge into Jaemin’s throat, suddenly withdrew.

“Next rut, should we spend it together?”

“Are you insa—hngh…! Why would I ever!”

“Just kidding. Can’t let my Jaemin suffer through pregnancy, can I?”

Not yet.

Daeyoung, spurred on by the fleeting image that crossed his mind, gripped Jaemin’s sides firmly. His thrusts were so powerful that Jaemin’s body slid upward with each motion. Holding him down to prevent him from slipping away, Daeyoung’s movements became even more intense.

“You’re going to break my ribs, you bastard!”

Laughing softly, Daeyoung slid his hands down Jaemin’s sides before grabbing his hips.

“Better?”

Jaemin lay sprawled on the sofa, his hips raised in the air, panting heavily. Sweat trickled down Daeyoung’s temples as he continued his vigorous thrusting on his knees.

“I want to take my time today, so don’t pass out on me, okay?”

“You crazy… agh! Bastard… when have I ever…! Passed o—ahh, nghh…!”

Jaemin’s words came out broken and fragmented under the relentless pounding. Admittedly, he had fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion during sex with Daeyoung before, but he wanted to punch the guy for phrasing it as if he had fainted. Swinging his fist at Daeyoung’s forearm only left his own hand stinging.

“Let go! Stop—nghh, ahhh…!”

Jaemin’s soft length bobbed above his navel as his body trembled. The more Jaemin resisted, the faster Daeyoung moved. His inner walls, swollen and flushed red from the overwhelming pleasure, were being ground, crushed, and pummeled. The small muscles across Jaemin’s body couldn’t help but contract and release rapidly in response.

“If you show up with a body like this again, I swear I’ll kill you,” Daeyoung muttered through gritted teeth, glancing at Jaemin’s bruised shoulder, which had three medicated patches plastered across it. The dark bruises were a testament to how serious the situation had been.

“Your body’s mine now. Where do you get off coming back looking like this, huh?”

Daeyoung’s relentless thrusting continued. Jaemin, who could endure the hard, bone-shattering thrusts, was much less adept at handling the teasing, shallow strokes Daeyoung sometimes gave at the end. Watching Jaemin’s pale, tattoo-covered skin flush red with heat, Daeyoung licked his lips in satisfaction.

I’m the only one who can make Jang Jaemin like this.

“You fucking bastard, stop it, ahhh…!”

Jaemin trembled with shame, but his insides clenched and convulsed around Daeyoung’s cock, signaling his release.

Beep.

The sound of the door lock disengaging sent Jaemin’s head snapping toward the entrance in horror. The sofa was positioned directly in view of the front door. The color drained from Jaemin’s face, leaving him ashen.

Fuck, who is it? Who the hell is it?!

Seonho froze in his tracks as soon as he stepped into the entryway and took in the sight before him. The moment Jaemin realized it was Seonho, relief clashed with a suffocating wave of mortification. His cock twitched, spilling his release.

“Nghhh…!”

It was the worst possible scenario.

“I… I’m so sorry.”

Seonho, who had been frozen for several seconds by the live, explicit scene, quickly bowed his head and turned away.

“Fuck….”

“My apologies, Director.”

Seonho stammered out another apology without even daring to look back.

After learning that Seol Daeyoung frequently stayed at this house, Seonho had avoided visiting. Today, he must have assumed Daeyoung wasn’t home—especially since Jaemin himself had said yesterday that Daeyoung would be out of the picture for a while due to his rut.

“What did you come here for… nghh…!”

Still assuming Seonho had a reason to visit, Jaemin raised his voice to ask. His body, still drunk on pleasure, felt like a soaked rag after finishing.

“Get off me.”

Jaemin tried to push Daeyoung off, but the other man bore down with his full weight, pinning him in place. It felt like being crushed under a boulder—breathing alone was exhausting.

“You crazy bastard, are you out of your mind?”

Jaemin glared at him with icy eyes, but Daeyoung didn’t even flinch.

“Isn’t the real lunatic the mutt who breaks into someone’s house by cracking the door code and comes and goes as he pleases?”

Daeyoung pressed his body down on Jaemin, continuing his deep thrusts without a care in the world. It was clear that the presence of others didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Hey…”

“Be careful, Jang Jaemin. One day, someone’s going to stab you in the back.”

Jaemin could almost see Seonho’s back stiffening in response. He wanted to kick Seol Daeyoung for spouting such nonsense, but it was impossible. Daeyoung had wrapped his legs tightly around Jaemin, effectively restraining him.

“Get out, Lee Seonho.”

Jaemin finally managed to force the words out, his voice trembling with humiliation. Seonho, as if trying to explain himself, quickly spoke.

“I just remembered that I forgot to deliver the medication.”

It seemed Daeyoung’s words had gotten under his skin, though there was no need for that.

Seonho placed the paper bag he was holding onto the hallway cabinet. His expression was tinged with concern as he asked cautiously.

“Is it happening now?”

Daeyoung glared at him, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

“What the hell is that guy talking about?”

“Director, is Seol Daeyoung currently in rut?”

Even though Seonho was a beta, he had received the same mandatory sex education as everyone else. He knew how dangerous an alpha in rut could be. Alphas unable to control their arousal could become extremely violent and potentially harm their omega partners. Jaemin, too, had only read about such situations in text but had never experienced it firsthand.

“Haha.”

Seol Daeyoung let out a laugh.

“Are you asking if I’m in rut right now?”

The thought of what Seol Daeyoung might be like during his rut was terrifying enough to make Jaemin shiver. Yet, the infuriating irony was that his body betrayed him—his slick dripping from his hole in response. Daeyoung resumed his thrusting.

“Ahh…! Nghh…!”

He gripped Jaemin’s length with one of his large hands, stroking it firmly as a wicked grin tugged at his lips.

“If I were in rut, do you think I would’ve let the bastard who interrupted me walk away unscathed?”

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In an eerie voice, Daeyoung whispered to Jaemin, his eyes almost deranged. Feeling a foreboding sense that something disastrous could happen if this continued, Jaemin shouted.

“No! Don’t… ngh… worry about me… ah… just leave.”

Seonho quickly bowed his head and left through the front door.

“I’m sorry.”

The heavy door closed with a metallic click. Only then did Daeyoung’s relentless thrusting slow down slightly. Gripping his shoulders tightly, Jaemin trembled as he muttered.

“You bastard.”

It was already the second time Seonho had witnessed something he shouldn’t have. The first time, the view was partially obstructed by the car body, giving Jaemin some room to excuse himself. But this time was different.

Imagining how clearly Seonho must have seen everything—his lewd, dripping length and the sight of Daeyoung’s thick member pounding into him—filled Jaemin with such shame that he felt a brief impulse to end it all.

“You fucking bastard!”

Even as he shouted, veins bulging in his neck, Daeyoung simply thrust deeper and retorted in a cracked voice.

“Don’t piss me off.”

Jaemin truly questioned what went on inside Daeyoung’s head. He wanted to yell, “How dare you say that right now?” but all he could do was sigh heavily in disbelief.

“Change the code.”

“…Is this your house?”

“Change it because I don’t like anyone coming in and out of your house, damn it.”

“Have you ever considered that you’re one of those people?”

When Jaemin shot him a glare and spat those words, Daeyoung leaned down, pressing their bodies together as he gripped Jaemin’s dark hair tightly.

“Don’t push me and just say ‘okay.’ I’m holding back as much as I can.”

What… did he just say?

Jaemin’s body went cold, trembling as he clenched his fists so tightly that his short nails dug into his palms. Then, he punched Daeyoung’s jaw.

“Die, you bastard… just die!”

Even as Jaemin landed a second and third punch, Daeyoung merely furrowed his brows before muttering a curse through gritted teeth. He finally grabbed Jaemin by the neck.

“….”

The strength in Daeyoung’s grip was enough to make Jaemin’s face turn red within seconds. Jaemin pounded on his arm, but Daeyoung didn’t let go until Jaemin’s eyes nearly rolled back.

“Cough…”

With a sudden pull, Daeyoung withdrew from him and then lifted Jaemin as though he weighed nothing.

“This is my final warning. Don’t think I’ll hold back forever.”

Daeyoung carried him across the living room like a piece of luggage, kicked open the door to the bedroom at the far end, and tossed him onto the bed. Jaemin glared at him, eyes bloodshot, and cursed through gritted teeth.

“What the hell… are you holding back, you bastard…!”

It was Jaemin who barely managed to endure Seol Daeyoung’s ridiculous antics every single day. Now, his blatant shamelessness made Jaemin seethe with rage.

“What are you even holding back, damn it?!”

“I’m holding back from gouging Lee Seonho’s eyes out.”

“…What?”

Jaemin’s voice faltered. It was an instinctive reaction to the sheer sincerity behind Daeyoung’s words. The air between them felt like it dropped several degrees.

“Do you really not know how Lee Seonho looks at you?”

After throwing him onto the bed, Daeyoung spoke like a growling beast, his eyes wild. Jaemin, catching his breath with hand-shaped marks still visible on his neck, could only stare. Daeyoung grabbed his legs and pulled him to the edge of the mattress.

“That bastard wants you.”

Perhaps Daeyoung had struck a nerve.

Jaemin said nothing, and Daeyoung trapped his gaze, continuing.

“He looks at you like he’s desperate to have you. Hell, he’d probably spread his legs for you if you asked. You know that, don’t you? And even knowing that, you still keep him around. That’s what I’m holding back.”

Bastard.

This was exactly why Jaemin hated Seol Daeyoung.

The guilt Jaemin had buried deep inside regarding Seonho stirred uneasily within his chest. Grinding his teeth, he glared at Daeyoung, who was currently throwing his world into chaos.

“What does it matter to you who I keep around?”

“What?”

“Who do you think you are to me? Did putting up with your bullshit because I’m too tired to deal with it make you lose your mind? Or is your brain just broken? Ha!”

Jaemin let out a cold laugh, his eyes sharp and menacing. Seol Daeyoung needed to understand who was really putting up with whom here.

“Don’t get it twisted. You’re nothing more or less than my sex toy.”

The heat in the alpha’s eyes was almost palpable. Jaemin sneered as he delivered the final blow.

“A giant dildo, that’s all you are.”

“You fucking bastard…”

Cursing through gritted teeth, Daeyoung forcefully spread Jaemin’s hips apart and impaled the shrunken entrance with his length. Jaemin’s struggles intensified, but Daeyoung’s pheromones poured over him like a torrential downpour. Bastard.

“You think pheromones fix everything, huh? Damn, how primitive…”

Jaemin whispered between ragged breaths, further infuriating Daeyoung, whose jaw clenched audibly.

“Wasn’t it you who despised people losing themselves to pheromones, mindlessly having sex? Look at yourself now. You’re no different from them.”

Even as Jaemin spat venomous words, his wrists were pinned beneath Daeyoung’s crushing grip. It was inescapable.

“Go ahead and kill me, then.”

With rage, Daeyoung began pounding into Jaemin’s tightened entrance. Holding him down like a wild animal, Daeyoung shoved his raging arousal deep into him with brutal force. The springs of the high-end mattress screeched in protest at the intensity.

“Jang Jaemin, since you seem eager to forget, let me remind you of something.”

“Hah… ah… ngh…!”

“You’re my omega. Do you know what that means?”

A vein pulsed on Daeyoung’s temple, sweat dripping down his face.

He couldn’t stand the trust Jaemin had when he looked at Seonho. Nor could he endure the peculiar glances Seonho cast toward them when they were together, as if silently stating that Daeyoung was no different from the other insignificant alphas Jaemin had been saddled with before.

Bastard. Who did he think he was, judging like that without knowing a thing?

Jang Jaemin, whether he liked it or not, was destined to belong solely to Daeyoung. An alpha like him didn’t need to concern himself with what others thought when it came to claiming his omega.

“Why… why am I your omega… damn it, you bastard.”

The more Daeyoung realized that Jaemin’s anger stemmed from another beta, the more it felt like his body was on fire.

A desire he hadn’t even been aware of surged to the surface, engulfing him like flames. Daeyoung’s pupils darkened to an inky black, veins protruding from his neck.

“Why do you think this is happening right now?”

“Shut up… ngh…!”

Jaemin twisted his body, groaning. Daeyoung no longer needed pheromones to excite him. After countless encounters, he already knew every sensitive spot on Jaemin’s body. With precision, Daeyoung slammed into his prostate relentlessly.

“Want to hear about your future? By next year, I’ll ruin your business. You’ll have no choice but to cut ties with those thug bastards. Then, you’ll end up locked in my house, eating only what I give you, waiting for me, getting fucked day and night. And by the year after that, you’ll give birth to my child.”

Pure, unfiltered words flowed from Daeyoung without hesitation, perhaps revealing his true intentions.

The desire to see Jaemin completely submit consumed Daeyoung like a fiery demon. His twisted need to have Jaemin meet no one, belong to no one but him, drove him mad.

“Ah… ngh… ah…!”

Like a beast tearing apart its prey, Daeyoung pounded into Jaemin’s entrance. The strength left Jaemin’s wrists, pinned beneath Daeyoung’s unyielding grip.

His lips, parted in sinful pleasure, released moans and drooled sweet saliva instead of curses. Recognizing Jaemin was on the verge of release, Daeyoung gripped his tip firmly.

“Why, just imagining it makes you crazy with excitement, doesn’t it?”

“Ngh…!”

“You won’t even be able to come without my permission.”

Jaemin, shaking his head from side to side in the throes of a dry orgasm, finally buried his face into the blanket in agony. His whole body trembled, yet Daeyoung didn’t release his grip on Jaemin’s length. Moving his body with violent intensity to hasten his own release, Daeyoung thrusted relentlessly into Jaemin’s soaking entrance. With every push, the squelching sound of flesh colliding echoed incessantly.

“I’ll give you the life perfectly suited for an omega like you.”

Jaemin could no longer even moan. His eyes rolled back, caught between excruciating pleasure, the agony of being unable to release, and crushing humiliation. Seeing Jaemin’s tormented state, Daeyoung drove the nail further with his cruel words.

“Maybe… it’s the life you want, after all.”

The moment Daeyoung removed his hand, a stream erupted from Jaemin. Gasping for breath, Jaemin shot out a clear fluid in an uncontrollable arc. Watching this, Daeyoung reached his own climax, releasing deep inside Jaemin. He wanted to leave no trace of anything but his own scent inside Jaemin’s body. Coating his insides with thick, potent semen, Daeyoung paused to catch his breath.

Thud!

A sharp sensation of heat flared at the edge of Daeyoung’s left eyebrow. In Jaemin’s trembling hand was a broken ashtray.

“Get out.”

“….”

The frown on Daeyoung’s face wasn’t from the blood dripping from the gash on his brow. It was because Jaemin, gripping a jagged shard of the shattered ceramic, had it aimed squarely at his own wrist.

“Get out, you bastard, before I kill myself right in front of you!”