The World of Contrasts Vol. 2 Chapter 6

When Daeyoung slowly turned Jaemin’s body, he faced him willingly, without resistance. The wet strands of hair clinging to Jaemin’s forehead carried an undeniable sensuality that Daeyoung couldn’t resist. He leaned in and kissed him, deeply intertwining their tongues from the start. Jaemin didn’t push him away.

Daeyoung savored the kiss, drawing out the moments as he breathed heavily against Jaemin’s lips before finally pulling away. Seeing Jaemin, his face flushed as he stared back, Daeyoung felt a sudden surge of emotion rising within him. His large, warm hand encircled Jaemin’s neck, making him gasp softly with parted lips.

“So, we won’t see each other for five years now?”

When Daeyoung whispered, Jaemin responded with a short “Mm.” There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in his answer, which only made Daeyoung’s insides churn with greater intensity. He knew better than anyone that this reaction was quintessentially Jaemin.

“…I really want to kill you, Jang Jaemin.”

At Daeyoung’s offhand remark, Jaemin smiled through teary eyes. For Jaemin, this had always been the feeling he harbored toward Daeyoung, so the smile came naturally—though Daeyoung couldn’t comprehend it.

“I’m not joking.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

“Because it’s exactly how I’ve felt about you for five years.”

“…….”

The violent desire to destroy something that wasn’t yours. You’re only just now feeling it?

“I’m smiling because, finally, we’re on the same page.”

Watching Jaemin twist his lips into a sly confession, Daeyoung cursed under his breath.

“…Damn it….”

Even at a moment like this, Jang Jaemin was effortlessly captivating. Daeyoung, helplessly crumbling before him, found himself overwhelmed by both a murderous rage and an unrelenting physical desire for his omega.

The towel loosely draped around Daeyoung’s waist fell to the floor. Jaemin’s belt followed suit. Casting aside the untied sash, Daeyoung tugged Jaemin’s robe down past his shoulders.

In an instant, Jaemin stood naked before him, his body faintly marked with bite marks and bruises left by Daeyoung. Displeased that the marks he’d made were fading, Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s waist and pulled him into a fierce embrace, sinking his teeth into Jaemin’s nape once more.

“Hah…!”

Daeyoung’s hands roamed over Jaemin’s body—touching, rubbing, and gripping his slender hips and firm backside—his breath heavy and primal.

“At least we’re on the same page now. That’s a relief.”

Looking at his reflection in the pitch-black window, Daeyoung resolved not to regret his choices. This was the way he had chosen to love Jaemin.

No one else could kill Jang Jaemin. Not even Jaemin himself.

Yet Daeyoung’s omega was someone who could just as easily betray him. Jaemin likely wasn’t immune to the fear of death, but he was the type of person who, rather than allow others to hurt him, would destroy himself first.

That was why Daeyoung had spent the past week lurking outside Jaemin’s house, unable to go in. He feared that if he pushed too hard, Jaemin might really leap to his death right before his eyes.

And that fear only made Daeyoung want him more. What could he possibly do with someone so difficult to hold on to? Someone who never felt truly captured, who would shatter himself if held too tightly?

“Because of you, ha… I’m really losing my mind.”

“It’s not because of me. You’ve always been insane.”

Daeyoung pulled Jaemin onto the bed, making him lie down as if collapsing, and then positioned himself on top of him.

“Is that so?”

He cupped Jaemin’s face, which was unbelievably refined for a gangster, with not a single blemish, and cheeks flushed red. Daeyoung now understood why he had been drawn to Jaemin the moment he first saw him.

Jaemin’s striking appearance must have reminded him of his own mother. But that wasn’t the moment Daeyoung fell deeper for him. It was after he noticed the countless cracks hidden beneath Jaemin’s seemingly perfect exterior.

“Smile for me.”

Daeyoung whispered in a choked voice.

Once, after Yoojin mentioned it, Daeyoung had searched for Jaemin’s videos. He found them on an old, abandoned surfing blog. The videos couldn’t be played due to expired ownership, but a few capture images remained.

Seeing the blond-haired boy riding the waves, Daeyoung was sure it was Jaemin. His heart raced at the sight.

He had gazed for a long time at the photo of the boy walking on the beach with his surfboard, laughing happily.

“Look at me and smile.”

“You’re crazy….”

Jaemin muttered, covering his face with the back of his hand. How could he smile while his chest was being fondled?

But his body and mind were heating up, making it impossible for him to form a proper expression. He could barely keep from melting into a foolish grin.

Daeyoung pressed his naked body against Jaemin’s. He began kissing every inch of him, licking, biting, and inhaling the scent of the white body he had marked countless times over the past two seasons.

He guided Jaemin’s tattooed hand to his fiercely erect cock. Jaemin wiped the precum dripping from the tip with his hand and panted as if thirsty.

“…I want to suck it.”

There was no reason to hesitate. Daeyoung didn’t want to. He rolled over on the bed and lay diagonally. Jaemin then melted onto his body.

The sight of the Omega burying his face in the thick pubic hair below, inhaling the scent of the Alpha’s balls, was stimulating.

Soon, Seol Daeyoung’s beautiful Omega began to lick the root of the Alpha’s erect cock with his tongue. He licked the shaft and then took the swollen glans into his mouth.

Daeyoung didn’t need to push Jaemin’s head down deeply. Jaemin, having licked the flowing precum with his tongue, began to give a blowjob. With both hands holding the erect cock, he took it deep into his mouth and then pulled it out, saliva dripping and tears welling up.

Even in that state, Daeyoung brushed Jaemin’s wet hair aside to see his face better. Jaemin, understanding his intention, smirked even with his mouth full of cock.

When Daeyoung, aroused by his smile, thrust his hips strongly, Jaemin gagged and saliva poured out, but he didn’t let the cock out of his mouth.

“Ha….”

Daeyoung looked down at him, breathing heavily. Jaemin, lying between his legs, rested his elbows on Daeyoung’s thighs and sucked his cock with loud, wet sounds, just as Daeyoung had done to him. It was the most enthusiastic blowjob he had ever given. Naturally, the urge to come was stronger than usual.

“I think I’m going to come.”

As Daeyoung said in a husky voice, Jaemin took the cock even deeper into his throat and squeezed. The sound of him gagging echoed, but even that was stimulating. Daeyoung finally exploded his semen into Jaemin’s mouth, and Jaemin swallowed it all.

“Ha… huh….”

Daeyoung grimaced and let out a rough sigh. Jaemin, his lips wet with semen, panted and climbed on top of him.

Even after one ejaculation, Daeyoung’s cock was still hard and throbbing with veins. Jaemin, kneeling on the mattress, aligned the slippery cock with his hole and struggled to insert it.

Even though he was wet with fluids, his insides were still tight. Daeyoung tried to help by spreading Jaemin’s ass, but Jaemin sharply brushed his hand away and spread his own ass to the limit.

“…Huh….”

Finally, Jaemin’s hole stretched open and swallowed Daeyoung’s cock to the hilt. Exhausted from the insertion alone, Jaemin panted heavily. It must have been challenging to take in something as thick as his forearm all at once.

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Because I want to have sex quickly.”

Daeyoung bit the inside of his mouth as he watched Jaemin respond with a husky, broken voice. Until now, Jaemin had never moved on top of him on his own. Daeyoung had forced him onto his body and thrust into him before, but this was different.

As if to prove this wasn’t a dream, Jaemin began to move slowly.

“Ah…! Ugh!”

“…Deeper.”

“Huh…! Huh, uh…!”

Daeyoung couldn’t take his eyes off Jaemin, marked all over with the traces of his bites, moving back and forth with a smacking sound. The sight of him taking his cock all the way in looked like both a saint enduring a trial and a debauchee lost in pleasure. Either way, it was beautiful to Daeyoung.

“Does it feel that good… that I’m letting you go? Does it drive you crazy?”

Daeyoung asked in a twisted, low voice, and Jaemin didn’t deny it.

“Yes, it does.”

Tears streamed down Jaemin’s flushed cheeks.

✽ ✽ ✽

Feeling Jaemin’s lower body stiffen despite his lies, Daeyoung grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. He then gently pulled Jaemin down onto his body, wrapping his burly arms around him in a hot embrace, their tongues entwining.

Simultaneously, Daeyoung raised his knees and gently thrust his hips upward, making Jaemin moan in pain and pleasure.

“Ugh, ah…! Huh, uh…!”

Daeyoung didn’t let go of Jaemin’s tongue and continued to move slowly. Jaemin’s stiff cock rubbed against his abdomen, leaking sticky precum. Daeyoung inhaled Jaemin’s increasingly sweet and intense scent and whispered in his ear.

“Do you know how sexy you smell right now?”

It was an addictive scent that made him not want to leave Jaemin’s body, a fertile scent that made him want to plant his alpha seed.

“I don’t know, fuck… Ugh…!”

Daeyoung strongly rotated his hips, grinding and thrusting into the spot inside Jaemin that felt the best. Jaemin’s moans grew louder. Enjoying the sound, Daeyoung brought his ear to Jaemin’s lips.

“Huh…! Ha…! Ah, ugh…. Yeah, there, ha…!”

Every sound—the breaths, the moans, the groans, the sobs—was a stimulus. Even the sound of their hearts pounding against each other’s bodies.

Daeyoung rolled them over while still inside Jaemin, pinning him beneath his body.

“Does it feel that good?”

Despite having just moaned in pleasure, Jaemin fell silent again, just staring at him with red eyes and panting.

“Five years, it’s shorter than I thought, Jang Jaemin.”

Daeyoung said the opposite of what he felt. Of course, it was a lie. The five years he had known Jaemin had flown by, but he knew the next five years would feel like an eternity. Still, instead of telling the truth, Daeyoung acted nonchalant.

Jaemin always lied to him, so he saw no reason not to do the same. Jaemin furrowed his brow, questioning Daeyoung’s intentions.

“Ha… So what.”

“Do you think you can forget me in that time?”

Daeyoung’s hands roamed all over Jaemin’s body, as if trying to imprint every inch of it into his memory. The slow, lingering touch made Jaemin arch his back and swallow hard. The large, rough, and hot hands ignited a fire throughout his body.

“I… always hated your fucking confidence.”

“It’s not confidence, it’s the truth.”

Daeyoung’s rough hand climbed up his neck and grabbed his face.

“You won’t forget me, Jang Jaemin.”

“…Then make sure of it.”

Jaemin spat out the challenge, and Daeyoung smiled satisfactorily. Then, the intense sex began in earnest. Daeyoung wrapped Jaemin’s thin thighs around him and thrust powerfully.

Every time his cock fiercely pounded and stirred inside him, Jaemin’s world spun. His body grew hotter, and his thirst for Daeyoung became unbearable.

“Ha…. Ah…”

As Jaemin opened his arms to him, Daeyoung, who had been kneeling and thrusting, pounced like a beast, pressing their upper bodies together. The term “tiger” was surely coined for someone with a body like his.

Feeling like he was being mauled by a large beast, Jaemin clung to him and moaned louder.

“Huh… Ah, ah…Ugh! Ugh…!”

“I told you to smile, ha, why are you crying?”

Daeyoung, who had been biting and sucking on his neck, lifted his head. Cupping Jaemin’s face, he panted heavily as he looked at Jaemin’s tear-streaked, contorted face.

Daeyoung was just as messed up and excited. Below, the grinding and thrusting movements continued, producing wet, sticky sounds.

“Why, do you think this is our last time?”

Daeyoung said, as if reading Jaemin’s mind. Jaemin barely managed to say “no” with his dry lips, but it was as Daeyoung suspected.

“Are you planning to never see me again?”

Indeed, did the beastly man also have good intuition?

Jaemin had planned to never see Daeyoung again, not even in 10 years. To do that, he needed to get Daeyoung out of his sight and seriously consider his own living arrangements.

Daeyoung said that as long as Jaemin’s family kept their mouths shut, they would be safe, but that was only because he didn’t know Chairman Jang. Having grown up by Jang Wonjung’s side, witnessing and experiencing everything, Jaemin was certain that this moment, while Chairman Jang was still oblivious, was his last chance to escape.

“Why can’t you speak, Jaemin?”

Daeyoung stared at him intently, a smirk playing on his lips. Jaemin smiled back, his mind racing.

First, he needed to liquidate all the stocks and cryptocurrencies he had. If he had known this would happen, he would have sold the real estate long ago.

“Fuck, what are you thinking about right now?”

Jaemin stopped his thoughts and focused on the sensation of Daeyoung’s cock deeply buried inside him. Starting tomorrow, he would be busy preparing to disappear completely from this world, so he figured he might as well enjoy Daeyoung to the fullest today.

“I was thinking that there won’t be an alpha like you… ah, who can satisfy me like this for the next five years… I feel sad about it.”

“Is that so? Then I better give it my all.”

Even though Jaemin mentioned other alphas, Daeyoung remained surprisingly calm today. He quickly thrust into Jaemin, who was on the verge of orgasm, and shook his cock near his navel, drawing out the pooled semen.

“Ha… ha…”

Jaemin’s body slowly turned as he caught his breath. Soon, Daeyoung began to leave his marks all over Jaemin’s back. He would never feel this sensation again. The intense kiss made his body feel like it was melting.

Daeyoung reached out and grabbed Jaemin’s chest, pinching his hard nipples between his fingers. He continued the heated kiss down Jaemin’s spine.

He grabbed Jaemin’s firm ass, leaving handprints as he spread it wide. He sucked on the wrinkled flesh around the reddened hole, making Jaemin’s body tremble with sensitivity.

“Ah, put it in.”

“Just a little longer.”

Daeyoung continued his eerily gentle caresses, his voice slurred. Jaemin’s hands clenched the sheets, his hole loosening and tightening repeatedly. Daeyoung licked and sucked the trickling fluids, making loud, wet sounds.

Jaemin rubbed his cock against the sheets, begging Daeyoung with a desperate voice.

“Please, do it… ugh… put it in, quickly…”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I feel like I’m going to knot.”

Daeyoung persistently licked Jaemin’s hole, his voice low. Jaemin gritted his teeth and pleaded.

“Knot me, quickly.”

“…What?”

Daeyoung finally lifted his lips from Jaemin’s hole. A mixture of fluids stretched and dripped from his lips. Jaemin reached back and felt Daeyoung’s body.

“Ha, I… I want to get pregnant. Please.”

“Fuck…”

Daeyoung’s eyes darkened. Then, his erect alpha cock thrust deep into the fully loosened hole. Jaemin gasped, his mouth opening wide.

“Even if it’s a lie, it turns me on.”

Daeyoung wrapped his arms around Jaemin’s shoulders, restraining him as he thrust into his inner walls. The base of his cock was coated in fluids, sticking to his balls.

“It’s not a lie… ugh! Huh…! Ugh, ugh!”

Jaemin’s voice rose sharply as he was pounded relentlessly. Even though it wasn’t his heat, the urge to have Daeyoung’s child welled up inside him.

“It’s not a lie? You want to have my baby, Jang Jaemin?”

“Yes, yes… huh…”

Even though he always lied like the boy who cried wolf, Daeyoung chose to believe him. That’s why Jaemin could confess without holding back.

“Why, because you like me too much?”

A confession of truth disguised as a lie. A confession that could only be made in a moment of raw honesty.

“Ah, ugh…! Huh, ah…! Ugh…”

“Tell me, Jang Jaemin. Tell me you want to be my omega, that you want to monopolize me as your alpha.”

Jaemin’s furrowed brow made his well-shaped eyebrows droop. Jaemin twisted his wet lips, laughing in broken syllables.

“Ha ha…”

“Do I amuse you?”

“Yes…”

Jaemin continued, looking at Daeyoung’s scowling face.

“You… ugh… you were always mine… you idiot… from the start…”

From the moment he arrived drenched in rain, holding a bouquet of flowers, to the moment he crushed a cherry underfoot and kissed him, Daeyoung must have been drawn to his bloody pheromones.

No, maybe it was even earlier. Perhaps the perverted Seol Daeyoung had been captivated from the moment Jaemin gave up on life in front of him.

Jaemin realized this crucial fact too late. But even if he had known earlier, would anything have changed between you and me? Would change have been possible?

“Ha…”

Daeyoung panted, biting his lip. Then, he scrunched up his nose and laughed.

“Good to know.”

✽ ✽ ✽

A violent, pounding sound emanated from below. Jaemin cried out, trying to get closer to Daeyoung by arching his back.

“Ah, ugh…! It feels good. Ah…! So good, ugh… It feels so good, Daeyoung, ha…”

“Me too… huh…”

Daeyoung bit Jaemin’s ear from behind, thrusting into him with force. As he stroked Jaemin’s cock relentlessly, Jaemin’s body convulsed like a fish on a spear. The stimulation of his prostate being crushed and ground made Jaemin’s cock release semen.

“Huh…! Ugh! Ahh!”

Simultaneously, he felt Daeyoung’s cock swelling rapidly inside his rectum.

Daeyoung, with Jaemin’s body completely restrained, trembled like a massive male animal claiming his female. The difference was that Daeyoung did not stop stroking Jaemin’s cock to distract him from the pain.

“Ah, ugh…!”

As Jaemin’s belly swelled endlessly, fear and pain washed over him. However, his body, still riding the wave of pleasure, remained open and accepting of the alpha’s cock.

“Huh….”

Daeyoung thought he should stop the expansion, but his cock was still growing. He feared that Jaemin’s thin belly skin might burst, and Daeyoung felt the same fear.

He licked behind Jaemin’s ear, persistently caressing his still-hot body.

“Seol Daeyoung… ugh… Stop, I can’t… ugh…”

“Just a little more, Jaemin…”

As Daeyoung whispered, Jaemin shivered and spread his legs wider. That simple action pushed Daeyoung’s patience to its limit. It was a perfect knot, penetrating up to the sigmoid colon.

He poured his thick seed into the omega receiving his essence.

“Ahh! Ahh…”

Jaemin screamed as the semen poured down his inner walls like a waterfall, filling his belly.

Daeyoung continued his relentless ejaculation, rubbing and caressing Jaemin’s cock in a circular motion. The rough, calloused palm, still covered in semen, quickly and roughly stimulated the glans, making Jaemin roll his eyes back and release a stream into Daeyoung’s hand.

“Ah, no. Let go… ugh… Please… ahh…”

Jaemin felt his body was surely breaking down. Feeling like his belly might burst and kill him, Jaemin sobbed. At that moment, Daeyoung breathed heavily like an animal.

“You are mine too. Don’t forget.”

Daeyoung firmly restrained the struggling Jaemin. Seeing the scar on his neck, Daeyoung had no other choice. He embraced Jaemin and bit deeply into his neck.

Simultaneously, the pressure filling Jaemin’s belly vanished as if it were a lie. The semen boiling inside his belly was absorbed throughout his body, making him tremble with excitement. The wave of pleasure enveloped him, and the thrilling sensation rushing to his head made Jaemin unable to breathe.

Was this how he felt when he first fell into the sea? No, was it this exhilarating and ecstatic when he rode the waves, gliding over the water’s surface?

Overwhelmed with heat, Jaemin fainted.

‘…there was no other way.’

In the dim light of dawn, Daeyoung’s voice was heard murmuring as he held him.

‘…I had no choice.’

Jaemin didn’t understand what he meant by having no choice.

The knotting was difficult, but it was much less painful than the first time he experienced it unexpectedly in Daeyoung’s bathroom.

Besides, today was neither Jaemin’s heat day nor Daeyoung’s rut day. All he needed to do was take his medication on time. Modern medicine had advanced enough to prevent unwanted pregnancies, so there was no need for him to whisper apologetically.

‘Still, I don’t regret it.’

As the dawn broke, Jaemin burrowed into Daeyoung’s warm embrace, deeply inhaling the scent that flowed from his body.

He wished the morning would come a little later.

✽ ✽ ✽

Someone brushed his hair back, kissing his cheek, neck, and collarbone. Jaemin frowned, and the other person laughed softly. Then, the bedsheets rustled, and the mattress shook gently.

“…..”

As soon as Daeyoung left the bed, Jaemin opened his eyes. After hearing the bathroom door close, he threw off the blanket Daeyoung had covered him with and got out of bed. It was 10 a.m., and the winter sunlight was already streaming through the curtains.

He dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, then pocketed the car keys lying on the table. Seeing a notepad and pen, he hesitated before scribbling a short sentence.

[I’m leaving first]

Jaemin quietly closed the room door, leaving behind the sound of running water from the bathroom. This would have to serve as his goodbye.

Surprisingly, his body felt light despite the intense sex and passing out the day before. Compared to the last time he was knotted, when every joint in his body ached for days, he felt almost refreshed.

Perhaps it was because he had finally unburdened himself. He had let go of the weight he had been carrying inside since they first met.

Beep.

The sleek black sports car made a short sound. Remembering the time he had sex with Daeyoung in that car, a dull ache returned to his heart. He should have taken a different car.

Jaemin crossed the spacious parking lot, taking a deep breath. The cold air filled his lungs with a salty scent.

The sea, known as a surfer’s paradise, looked particularly desolate in winter. Only a few tourists, bundled in thick clothes, strolled along the beach.

He would probably never come back here. Jaemin raised the collar of his coat, glanced at the dawning sea, and got into the car without hesitation.

He could imagine Daeyoung’s disbelief upon seeing the note after his shower, but that was always how they were. If Jaemin had any sense of loyalty or decency, he wouldn’t have begged Daeyoung the day before.

All Jaemin had said was, “I want to protect myself.” He knew how pathetic he must have looked to Daeyoung. And perhaps he knew that Daeyoung couldn’t refuse him.

Daeyoung was weak for his tears.

“Idiot…” Jaemin muttered to himself as he started the car.

“You should have said something if you noticed, Director.”

A voice he shouldn’t be hearing right now spoke from the back seat.

“We’ve been looking for you for a while.”

A familiar henchman’s voice followed, and suddenly Jaemin’s vision went dark. Someone had put a plastic bag over his head and started choking him.

“Ugh…!”

He quickly felt for the knife in the glove box, but his hand was roughly twisted. A sharp pain shot through his side. The cord around his neck tightened. Was this a mutiny? In this situation?

Unable to breathe, Jaemin struggled as his body was roughly pulled from the driver’s seat. He kicked someone, but another kick struck his abdomen. There were at least five of them, maybe more.

Jaemin threw the person choking him to the ground and tore off the bag. His vision, red with burst blood vessels, scanned the area. All familiar faces.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“We’re sorry, but we have no choice.”

The thugs held knives, their expressions showing no remorse, only anxious excitement.

“You’re all dead to me now.”

“Chairman’s orders.”

“…What?”

Jaemin’s lips trembled. Could it be? Had he already noticed? So soon?

The eyes watching him gleamed darkly. A chill ran down Jaemin’s spine. Seeing the beastly gaze of his former followers, he understood everything.

One of the managers with a high alpha index licked his lips and smiled cruelly at Jaemin.

“Chairman Jang Wonjung’s orders are to bring back the omega who deceived him and was preparing to run away.”

Jaemin unconsciously gasped, and his henchmen did not miss this moment of weakness. As he dodged one attacker wielding a knife, another rushed at him. He snatched the knife from the attacker and stabbed him, but a sharp pain shot through his side.

Jaemin’s coat became soaked with blood, and at that moment, more men rushed out from a waiting van.

Chairman Jang had sent twelve men to capture his runaway son. This all happened just five minutes after Jaemin left his lodging.

✽ ✽ ✽

Jaemin was taken to his father’s house, the place he had lived until he became independent. Chairman Jang was waiting for him there.

“You’re here, my son.”

With his shirt removed and arms tied behind his back, Jaemin was dragged into the study and thrown to the floor with a rough kick. His face, bruised and swollen, scraped against the coarse carpet.

Chairman Jang watched calmly as Jaemin struggled to stand. The cloth tied around his waist was soaked with blood.

“You could have just called me if you had something to say,” Jaemin said quietly, taking a deep breath. Despite knowing what was about to happen, his voice did not tremble. I trained this mutt well, Chairman Jang thought with a faint smirk, lighting a cigarette with his lighter.

“So, you would have come willingly?”

“Did I have any other choice?”

Chairman Jang scoffed.

“Always with that mouth, even when you’re about to die…”

He walked towards Jaemin, cigarette between his teeth. Jaemin glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

“Want a smoke?”

“I thought the day you offer me a cigarette would be the day you’re on your deathbed…”

A thud echoed as Jaemin’s face was struck. He silently moved his jaw, then spat out the blood pooling in his mouth onto the floor. The pain from Chairman Jang’s heavy ring made his skull throb.

“How dare this bitch talk back…”

“Then cut out my tongue.”

Chairman Jang looked at Jaemin, who stared back defiantly, and laughed dryly.

“You think I can’t put a hole in your throat?”

“No, I think you can. And that’s what I want.”

Jaemin’s voice remained steady, despite the blood trickling from his lips. Chairman Jang thought again that he had raised Jaemin well, even if he was just a smelly omega.

“Did you enjoy deceiving me with that bitch Joohee for 10 years, Jaemin?”

Jaemin stretched his lips into a bloody smile.

“…It was fucking enjoyable.”

Simultaneously, a loud thud echoed as Jaemin headbutted Chairman Jang, who groaned and clutched his nose. Jaemin rushed to the wall display and smashed it, grabbing a knife to cut the ropes around his wrists. But his hair was roughly grabbed from behind.

“Ugh…!”

Thrown to the floor, Jaemin felt a searing pain across his back. Chairman Jang had slashed him with a Japanese sword from the display.

“You won’t die from this, you know.”

“Just… kill me.”

Jaemin glared at him, eyes wide with rage. Seol Daeyoung’s biological father. The man who passed down his dominant alpha genes to him.

Now everything made sense. Jaemin finally understood why his heart raced the first time he saw Daeyoung in high school. The overwhelming alpha presence, the effortless control and composure, the aura of a true alpha from head to toe. He couldn’t help but be drawn to Seol Daeyoung, the embodiment of everything his father had ever wanted in a son.

“I can’t do that, Jaemin. If I kill you now, I lose the game. I’ve told you this many times.”

Chairman Jang dragged Jaemin like a sack and pushed him onto the sofa. He sat across from him, wincing at the pain in his swollen nose, and wiped the blood from his philtrum with his thumb.

“Now you finally smell like an omega.”

He asked the silent, glaring Jaemin,

“How did you hide it all this time?”

Jaemin had taken suppressants daily and occasionally sprayed alpha pheromone perfume to mask his scent, constantly fighting the urge to go into heat.

“Maybe your insane confidence that your son couldn’t be an omega numbed your senses too?”

Jaemin sneered, and Chairman Jang sighed, clenching his fist.

“Sometimes, looking at you, I feel this burning sensation in my gut. Every time, I think, ‘I must be crazy’.”

Could anyone else in the world make something so revolting sound so casual? The mere thought of being in heat for someone he thought was his own child was sickening.

“But it seems that the scent I smell from you, Jaemin, is the reason.”

Jaemin shook his head to dispel the ringing in his ears. He wondered how much Chairman Jang knew. He had figured out that Jaemin was an omega, but did he also know the bigger secret—that his biological son was Seol Daeyoung?

“I should have known when that bitch Joohee started protecting you.”

“…Where is my mother?”

Jaemin needed to see Joohee. From Chairman Jang’s attitude, it was clear that Joohee had also faced his wrath.

“Are you worried about her?”

Chairman Jang chuckled and downed the drink in front of him.

“But you shouldn’t be worrying about Joohee right now. She thought she was smart, but in the end, she’s nothing.

“….

“To think that the son she raised as her own is actually someone else’s. Her pride must be in shambles.”

Jaemin’s lips trembled slightly. Seeing this, Chairman Jang smirked.

“Jaemin.”

“….”

“What did you talk about with Seol Daeyoung yesterday?”

Realizing that he had been followed not just by Seol Daeyoung but by others as well, Jaemin could only remain silent. Chairman Jang leaned in, whispering and singing his words.

“Did it feel good to see your birth mother, Jaemin?”

“Aaaah!”

Jaemin lunged at him but was no match in his injured and bound state. Chairman Jang grabbed him by the collar and slammed him onto the table. Blood dripped from his torn forehead.

Covered in blood, Jaemin was pinned down as Chairman Jang continued his cruel words.

“I thought long and hard, Jaemin. Even though I raised you as my son for 23 years… And now you’re fucking my real son…. I’ve been wondering how to punish you, and it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Ugh…!”

Jaemin’s bound arms burned as if on fire. The knots were tied expertly, a method he had learned from Chairman Jang himself and taught to his subordinates.

“But seeing you like this, I’ve made my decision.”

As Chairman Jang’s hand reached for Jaemin’s waist, Jaemin’s body stiffened like stone.

No way.

Though Chairman Jang didn’t emit any alpha pheromones, the hard object pressing against Jaemin’s back was unmistakable.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jaemin screamed, his neck veins bulging. Chairman Jang breathed heavily behind him and tore Jaemin’s pants with a knife.

“Aagh!”

Jaemin struggled to break free but was recaptured by Chairman Jang before reaching the door. He finally faced Chairman Jang and saw the filthy lust in his eyes.

“It would be interesting to see you and my real son become hole-in-laws.”

“Huh…….”

Jaemin’s body shivered as if crawling with bugs. He wanted to die, but couldn’t think of a way. His mind was filled with contempt and overwhelming fear. The face of Chairman Jang looked like the devil himself.

“Want to taste your father’s cock, Jaemin?”

Bang!

“Stop it!”

At that moment, the door burst open, and Joohee’s voice echoed through the room. Jaemin, thrown to the floor, looked up to see Joohee pointing a hunting rifle at them. Her bruised face hinted at the ordeal she had been through.

Joohee, seeing Chairman Jang with his pants down and Jaemin in a horrific state, panted heavily.

“Jang Wonjung, are you even human?! Are you human?!”

Her subordinates followed behind her but dared not approach as she held the loaded gun. Chairman Jang laughed loudly at the sight of her.

“He’s your son, Joohee. He’s just a pretty omega prostitute, why are you overreacting? Oh, you want to join in too?”

“Shut up and let Jaemin go….”

Tears streamed down Jaemin’s distorted face. Seeing Joohee shout so fiercely reminded him of when she stood up for him in his younger days. She had tried to prevent her husband from turning their son into a gangster, only to be struck and left with hearing loss in one ear.

“I was thinking I shouldn’t do this,” Chairman Jang said.

“Then just kill him,” Joohee cried, her voice sharp and cold. A hollow laugh escaped Jaemin’s lips.

After 23 years, maybe a mother really does understand her child’s heart. Joohee’s words perfectly echoed his feelings, and he felt both grateful and heartbroken.

“No, I’ll do it myself,” Joohee said, breathing heavily as she pointed the hunting rifle at Jaemin.

“I’m sorry, Jaemin.”

Jaemin shook his head, looking at her tear-streaked face. He opened his mouth to smile. Don’t cry, he wanted to say. Rather than being raped by the man he once called father, he’d prefer death.

“Thank you…….”

A gunshot rang out, but Jaemin felt no pain. The subordinates by Joohee’s side had rushed in at Chairman Jang’s signal. The bullet meant for Jaemin hit the chandelier instead, shattering it and raining glass shards down onto him.

“Agh! Let me go!” Joohee screamed as she was dragged away.

“Take her away! If she appears in front of me again, she’s dead!” Chairman Jang shouted impatiently.

Jaemin glared at Chairman Jang, his body shaking. This was his father’s terrifying trait—prolonging suffering instead of ending it with death, destroying human dignity. It was something Jaemin had learned from him.

“Fuck… Seeing that bitch’s face killed my mood.”

Chairman Jang sighed deeply and walked towards Jaemin.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go just like this…….”