The World of Contrasts Vol. 3 Chapter 4

Above all, Yukito didn’t like the look in the man’s eyes as he gazed at him.

“Why are you looking at me with that face?”

“What kind of face am I making?”

Daeyoung asked with a calm expression, slowly opening his mouth. Yukito bit his lip.

“Just…”

What he felt from Daeyoung’s gaze seemed like anger at first, but it wasn’t just that. Every time he pushed Daeyoung away, he looked… hurt? A combination of longing and an even more inappropriate word.

Yukito couldn’t understand why he was making such a complicated expression while looking at him.

“It’s a damn annoying face.”

Daeyoung flicked off some ash and swallowed hard. A muffled voice came from his long lips.

“You asked who I am.”

“…Yeah.”

“First off, you shouldn’t be talking to me like that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, it’s unforgivable that you’re acting like you don’t know me. That’s probably why my face looks annoying to you now.”

“…”

“If it’s just annoying, I’ve shown a lot of restraint.”

Yukito glared at him, feeling something bubbling up inside.

“I can’t remember, what do you want me to do?”

“You’re bold, Jang Jaemin. It’s infuriating.”

As Daeyoung snapped, Yukito bit down hard on the inside of his cheek.

“Why. Do you want to hit me?”

The man asked while staring at him intently. Yukito met his gaze without backing down and replied.

“Do you read minds or something?”

Looking at the man who chuckled, Yukito thought it would be nice if he would just wear that robe properly. Or put on some underwear.

The man’s erection, which would make you believe he was in his late teens just by looking at it, was standing up between the robe, confusing Yukito’s view.

“…So, I don’t owe you any debts, right?”

Daeyoung closed his mouth and looked at him silently. His expression was unreadable.

“You don’t seem like someone who came here to collect a debt.”

“What if I said there was one?”

“I’d have to hear the amount…”

Yukito swallowed hard and reflexively checked the hotel entrance. If the amount was ridiculously high, it would be dangerous to even be here. He was plotting a route to knock Daeyoung out with the crystal ashtray on the table and escape when Daeyoung spoke.

“The Jaemin I know never borrowed even a single ten-thousand-won bill from anyone. If he were in a situation where he had to beg, he’d rather… die.”

Daeyoung’s voice was slightly choked when he said the last part, but it wasn’t particularly important to Yukito.

More than that, he was a person who couldn’t live with debts? Considering his past of freeloading at Mami’s place, it didn’t match, but for now, he was grateful there was no debt.

“Then that’s it then.”

“What’s it?”

Yukito suppressed his embarrassment and tried to speak as casually as possible.

“Isn’t it like you’re looking for some kind of sidekick you used to play with?”

“Ha.”

Daeyoung exhaled a sigh, frowning. Was he flustered because Yukito hit the mark? Yukito pushed on. Since he came here to conclude this, it was all or nothing.

“Look for someone else. I can’t live like that anymore.”

“What if I make you do it by force?”

A faint light glinted in Daeyoung’s eyes. Smirking, he seemed to convey something silently. You can’t defy me. Yukito felt the hot blood circulating in his body as he glared back.

“…If you have a fetish for sex with corpses, go for it.”

He didn’t know how much he had bowed down to this man in his memory-lost past, but that was all history. Yukito didn’t want to kneel or bow to him now. Instead, he felt a strange desire to see Daeyoung kneeling at his feet.

Damn, why am I like this?

“Your ability to drive someone crazy hasn’t changed.”

Daeyoung stood up and threw off his robe. Yukito raised his voice, trying to hide his tension.

“…I don’t know what I was like before, but…!”

But when Daeyoung easily pushed aside the heavy table like it was a toy and sat next to him, Yukito couldn’t help but trail off.

“…”

The heat from Daeyoung’s naked body, uncovered by clothes, made Yukito’s heart beat wildly. The afterimage of the perfect physique he had just witnessed was stuck in his mind, refusing to fade. In front of a body that any man would desire, Yukito felt a slight sense of self-loathing.

If he didn’t lower his eyes, he would have to meet Daeyoung’s intense gaze. Everything was difficult for Yukito.

Could this bastard be my perfect type? Or did that kiss just shake me up? Or is it because he’s so good at fighting? Yukito only now realized that he was attracted to strong people.

“Jang Jaemin.”

Daeyoung whispered in a low voice to Jaemin, whose eyes were tightly shut. His long eyes slowly opened, revealing eyes filled with displeasure.

“Sorry, but I’m uncomfortable with that name.”

“You don’t have to apologize. You never liked your name anyway.”

After a brief silence, Jaemin bit down hard inside his mouth.

“Then don’t call me that.”

“I like it.”

Jaemin’s eyes wavered with irritation, unable to respond.

“…Speak straight. What was I to you?”

Daeyoung swallowed hard while looking at Jaemin. His Adam’s apple, a symbol of masculinity, bobbed up and down. Finally, his deep voice resonated from his vocal cords.

“Well, a goal?”

Daeyoung smiled faintly, his eyes out of focus as if looking at something far away. Confused by the incomprehensible answer, Jaemin frowned again, and Daeyoung spoke slowly but clearly.

“One thing’s for sure, Jang Jaemin and I were in a relationship where we couldn’t live without each other.”

At least that much was certain. That one moment when he saw the true feelings of Jang Jaemin, who was in his arms with a messed-up face, had been the only thread that helped Daeyoung endure the past seven years.

“…What does that mean?”

“We were lovers.”

Daeyoung watched Jaemin’s red lips part in surprise. Seeing Jaemin’s eyes widen so much, Daeyoung had to swallow the saliva accumulating in his mouth again.

“…”

With his hair cut short, the slight tremble at Jaemin’s temple was visible. It was a hairstyle he hadn’t seen even in high school, but his round head still pulled it off well.

Daeyoung suddenly felt an unbearable hunger. Tormented by the desire to devour him whole, he reached for Jaemin’s head.

“…Lovers?”

Jaemin frowned without avoiding his touch. Daeyoung slowly caressed his face. His lips, which seemed unchanged in tone but somehow more honest, making one feel peculiar, mumbled as he pressed them with his fingers.

“Yes. Lovers.”

Jaemin finally let out a sigh.

“Now I understand.”

“…”

Daeyoung stared at Jaemin, wondering what he would say next. Veins bulged on his forearm as he clenched and unclenched Jaemin’s cheek. He wanted to see Jaemin’s old, glaring eyes by squeezing his face.

Just as he was about to do that, Jaemin roughly slapped his arm away. Gripping Daeyoung’s wrist tightly, which wouldn’t fall, Jaemin glared at him.

“Stop bullshitting.”

“It’s true.”

“I know you’re just trying to sell me off.”

“Fuck. Jaemin. Ha ha.”

Even after losing his memory, his distrust of others remained the same. It was just that the way he expressed it had changed in a way that could drive someone crazy.

Daeyoung genuinely wanted to strip him down and eat him. When Seonho said that Jang Jaemin was cute when he was young, Daeyoung wanted to kill Seonho, but now, proving that Seonho’s words were true, he wanted to burn Seonho for knowing all about Jang Jaemin that he didn’t.

“I could gut you here and leave.”

The sharp sensation in his abdomen made Daeyoung’s breath grow hotter. It was a knife sufficient to tear through organs if not for slicing sashimi.

Where did he hide that? It must have been concealed in his clothes. Ah, he must have visited the convenience store twice on his way back from the hotel to buy this.

Despite carrying such a thing, there was no awkwardness in his movements when they shared that wet kiss. Indeed, Jang Jaemin was Jang Jaemin. Daeyoung felt his cock throb.

“Are you confident you can win?”

As Daeyoung pressed down on the knife with his waist, he felt the cold metal tremble against his skin. He looked straight into Jaemin’s eyes, hoping to see even a slight waver, tensing his abdomen.

“Put the knife down.”

“But I don’t want to?”

Jaemin turned the blade and drew it up to Daeyoung’s heart with a sneer. Daeyoung’s heart thumped wildly, and precum flowed from his erection.

“You can’t believe we were lovers?”

“Would you believe it if you were me, you bastard?”

Him, a spoiled alpha who went to prison like it was a vacation, born into a rich gangster family, and Jaemin, an omega covered in tattoos and scars who had fled to another country, were an ill-fitting pair.

Daeyoung slowly wrapped his hand around Jaemin’s neck, the veins in his hand bulging. As he gently touched the spot where he had left his mark, Jaemin flinched and swallowed hard. Not wanting to miss the first sign of his trembling, Daeyoung fixed his gaze and spoke clearly.

“You and I, we were imprinted.”

“…”

For a moment, Yukito said nothing. His eyes wavered next. Then, he chuckled, twisting his lips.

“Imprinted? Ha ha. Do people still believe in that? That’s just a ridiculous conspiracy theory…”

Suddenly, it felt like something was pouring over his face. As the heat swept through his nose and enveloped his head, Yukito, who had been mocking, abruptly stopped talking.

What is this?

The hand holding the knife trembled, and the sneer disappeared from his eyes.

✽ ✽ ✽

“…”

The air in the room changed in an instant. Yukito felt as if he were being hit by a waterfall at that very moment.

The faint scent emanating from Daeyoung intensified, flooding out and invading every orifice of Yukito’s body. His mouth dried up instantly, his breathing became labored, and his heart started pounding rapidly.

“Haah…!”

The knife slipped from Yukito’s hand with a thud. He tried to back away, trembling, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t just because Daeyoung was holding his neck firmly. Yukito was gasping, inhaling the addictive scent that felt like fire spreading through his body.

Like a diver in panic at the bottom of the sea, he frantically took in oxygen, but the more he did, the harder it was to breathe.

“Ugh… huh…!”

Did I wet myself? His crotch was getting damp. The itchiness that started in his lower abdomen spread throughout his body in an instant. His fingers and toes curled, his hips twisted, and excitement surged like flames.

“Why, keep talking. Say you don’t know about imprinting.”

Daeyoung slowly licked his lower lip, his voice hoarse. He could tell that his omega had fully reacted through the omega pheromones that were bursting out of him.

But it’s not enough.

How could you not want me?

As Daeyoung’s heart beat strongly with urgency, his body temperature rose, and his evaporated alpha pheromones clung to the heated omega’s body.

“Haah… Ahh…!”

Feeling like his insides were melting from the pheromones, Yukito opened his mouth wide to breathe. His fingers, gripping the sofa, turned white at the knuckles as they trembled. At the moment semen burst from his pants again, the dam broke, and the omega pheromones were released all at once.

It was heat.

Yukito now regretted not taking the suppressants from Daeyoung’s subordinate, but it was too late. The hole, sticky with the fluids that had leaked out, was expanding and contracting as if alive, craving the alpha’s cock.

“Huh… hah… ah…!”

He wanted to rub his unbearable, itchy lower body against something, but it was impossible. Daeyoung was holding him tight.

“Do you understand now?”

Daeyoung said in a voice that sounded like he was being torn apart, piercing through Yukito’s gaze. Even his voice was a stimulus.

“Anytime, anywhere, if I want, you’ll beg me to fuck you. That’s what imprinting is.”

“Please, huh… do something to me…!”

Yukito pleaded with wet eyes. Daeyoung clenched his molars, looking at him.

You need to realize how much I’ve held back for our new beginning.

Yukito’s hand gripped his thigh. Daeyoung breathed like a beast, watching Yukito cling to his leg with trembling hands.

“Are you going crazy?”

“Haah… s-save me. I feel like I’m dying, huh…”

As hot tears streamed down from his tormented eyes, veins bulged on Daeyoung’s neck. He had the self-control to refuse an omega crying and begging, but ignoring Jang Jaemin pleading for his life was impossible for him.

Only if it’s you.

“Lift your head.”

Yukito lifted his face, panting.

“What’s your name?”

“Haah… haah…”

“What’s your name?”

The one Daeyoung had chosen was not foolish enough to not understand what the other wanted even in a state of lost memory. With eyes completely red from excitement, Daeyoung’s omega whispered, panting.

“J-Jaemin… haah… Jang…”

Seeing Jaemin answer with a pleading frown, Daeyoung didn’t hesitate. He was just as maddened. He thrust what Jaemin wanted into his widely opened mouth, craving the alpha’s cock.

The moment the ferocious erection entered his mouth, Jaemin’s rationality vanished in an instant. The confusion that had made him hesitate until now evaporated completely at the sight of satisfaction rising in Daeyoung’s dark eyes.

I want this alpha.

Jaemin’s hands gripped the base of the cock that didn’t fit entirely in his mouth. He sucked it vigorously, the source of the scent that was depriving him of his humanity.

Thud, slurp, thud, the wet sounds echoed through the room. The legs of the single sofa where Jaemin sat scraped against the carpet, shaking. As the thrusting continued, the whites of Jaemin’s eyes turned a vivid red. With tears at the corners of his eyes, he continued the difficult blowjob, craving him.

“Fuck…”

Daeyoung cursed with an expression like he was crushing something between his teeth. Each time his cock rubbed against Jaemin’s tongue and the inside of his mouth, his eight-pack abs became even more defined.

“Hmm…! Mmm… huh…!”

Daeyoung started moving, holding Jaemin’s head tightly against him. The veins on the surface of the alpha’s cock throbbed violently. Jaemin gasped convulsively, feeling like a fist was being shoved into his mouth, but Daeyoung thrust even deeper into him.

Far from feeling disgust, Jaemin was overwhelmed with pleasure as the cock hit the roof of his mouth and cheeks, reaching down his throat.

Drip, drip, saliva ran down the shaft of the cock, soaking Jaemin’s pants at the knees. It wasn’t just his clothes that were wet; his eyes, eyelashes, and smooth cheeks were all damp with tears.

“You must love this.”

All Jaemin could do was moan, “Ugh, ugh,” as he looked at Daeyoung through his tears. Words were impossible with the cock going in and out until his lips touched the base.

“Blink if I’m right.”

Jaemin’s eyelashes fluttered and closed. Waiting for them to open, Daeyoung saw that Jaemin kept his eyes tightly shut, giving himself over to the cock moving unreservedly in his mouth.

Daeyoung’s grip on Jaemin’s nape tightened even more. He was definitely Jang Jaemin. Even with lost memories, he still drove him crazy.

“How… how can you be like this…?”

Feeling like an idiot, Daeyoung thrust into his mouth roughly. His buttocks indented as if carved with a knife. Jaemin writhed with a completely red face.

Jaemin opened his tear-filled eyes at that moment.

Daeyoung’s high-bridged nose scrunched up in disarray. A strong scent of pheromones wafted from Jaemin’s crotch. Realizing that Jaemin had come again while sucking him, Daeyoung’s balls tightened.

“Huh, mm…”

Jaemin’s face was pressed against Daeyoung’s lower body. The scent from his dense pubic hair covered his face as alpha semen spurted into his throat. Jaemin, with short nails digging into Daeyoung’s rock-like thighs, thrashed like a fish in a broken tank.

“Gah…”

The oral sex which was akin to torture ended, but Jaemin couldn’t regain his senses. The alpha’s scent, left in his throat after the deep throating, felt like it was seeping into his brain through his nose.

“Open your eyes.”

Jaemin opened his eyes when his body was lifted by Daeyoung. His eyelashes fluttered up, revealing eyes consumed by excitement. Daeyoung spoke with a cracked voice.

“Even after this, you don’t remember what we did?”

“…Please…”

Jaemin pressed his face against Daeyoung’s chest, breathing in, his voice hoarse and desperate. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying, but his body was rebelling, the words pouring out.

“Do something… to me…”

“Alright. I’ll grant your wish.”

Jaemin’s body fell onto the wide bed. The large man who had thrown him down immediately pounced. His clothes were torn away by his hands. The sounds of threads snapping, the shirt tearing, and the belt buckle clattering mixed with Jaemin’s panting.

“Ah, huh, huh, mm…!”

Daeyoung bit into his neck painfully, sucking and kissing. Then sharp pains followed at Jaemin’s armpits and sides. When his nipples were bitten, the pain was so intense it bent his waist, but he didn’t want to push him away. Instead, he wished for more bites.

“Ah…!”

The more he sucked on the nipples, the stronger the omega’s scent became. There was no more self-restraint from the alpha who had finally met his imprinted partner after seven years. He seemed ready to devour him.

Jaemin’s upper body was soaked with Daeyoung’s saliva. With traces like petals scattered all over, his omega let out heated moans. Daeyoung’s hands roamed over his face. Jaemin licked and caressed his fingers without hesitation, finding the rough, bony hands pleasurable.

“Do you know how much… how much I’ve looked for you?”

Daeyoung murmured in a pained voice while touching his tongue.

I’m the one in unbearable pain.

Jaemin sucked on his fingers desperately, lifting his hips. It felt like he was being dismembered by a carnivore. The dual feelings of wanting to escape and wanting to be completely destroyed by him surged within him.

Jaemin’s body trembled with fear, pleasure, and a distant mix of terror and anticipation. He spat out Daeyoung’s fingers, murmuring with a face lost in ecstasy.

“You must be… haah… really incompetent… to take so long to find one person.”

“It’s not that I’m incompetent, it’s because someone was too good at hiding.”

Daeyoung gave a wry smile, his thick eyebrows furrowed elegantly.

Every time Jaemin saw him make that expression, heat would rise in his body, and his heart would beat as if it were malfunctioning. When his face was expressionless, it was bearable, but when he smiled with such ease, Jaemin’s heart trembled so much that it was hard to look at him directly.

The body, which seemed to have calmed down after one climax, was once again melting into ecstasy. Is this what heat feels like…?

✽ ✽ ✽

As Jaemin covered his eyes with his hand, his upper body flushed red, Daeyoung bit down inside his mouth.

He couldn’t hold back any longer.

His erection, standing firm above his navel, was twitching, demanding to be thrust into the wet, swamp-like hole.

His large, rough fingers grazed over Jaemin’s crotch. The scent driving him insane was already proof that Jaemin’s hole was soaked with slick.

But when his fingers touched the hole, Jaemin suddenly stiffened, his body tensing up. Daeyoung hadn’t even intended to insert his fingers, but the sensation at his fingertips was too firm.

“Jaemin.”

“It… feels weird…”

Jaemin tried to move his powerless body. His hole was clearly expanding and contracting on its own, but the moment Daeyoung’s hand touched it, a sudden, inexplicable discomfort took over his entire body. Goosebumps ran down his spine, his heart felt squeezed unpleasantly, and he felt uneasy.

“Let go… what are you doing… huh…!”

Daeyoung’s hesitation was brief. His jaw clenched tightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Jaemin’s body showed an instinctive rejection, and he knew the cause.

The memory of Jaemin crying and begging to be killed flashed in his mind, making his heart ache. At the same time, he felt a vile satisfaction knowing that Jaemin hadn’t mixed bodies with anyone else in the past seven years, even if by accident. For the first time, the fact that Jaemin had lost his memory felt pleasant rather than despairing.

Daeyoung felt as if someone had hit him hard over the head.

So this is my beloved omega’s first time having sex.

Daeyoung immediately withdrew his hand from the tightly clenched hole and knelt between Jaemin’s legs like a dog. Holding Jaemin’s thighs firmly with his large hands, he took the softening cock near his navel into his mouth and sucked once.

“Huh, mm…”

The feeling of being sucked down to the root made Jaemin involuntarily lift his hips. The fear of his cock being torn off was instinctive.

However, his body was responding to Daeyoung’s rough blowjob. His cock hardened in Daeyoung’s mouth, but Daeyoung just shook his head slowly, taking him deeper.

Is he really going to swallow it? Shivering at the thought, Daeyoung slowly released the cock, then licked around the head, which made Jaemin shiver with the gentle, spine-tingling tongue action.

Just a little more, just a little. As Jaemin clutched the sheets, Daeyoung pulled his face away just before Jaemin could climax.

“Haah… huh… you…!”

As Jaemin’s cock convulsed, not reaching climax, he reached for it, but his hand was caught by Daeyoung. With Daeyoung’s thick fingers interlocked with his, Jaemin couldn’t pull away; any strange movement might break his fingers.

The moment Jaemin relaxed and let his body go limp, Daeyoung’s tongue moved to his balls.

“Ugh!”

After sucking on the elastic balls, he went even lower. Jaemin couldn’t close his legs because Daeyoung’s hands were holding his inner thighs down.

“Don’t do it, don’t do it…”

His body was burning, but for some reason, he didn’t want this. It felt like something unknown was stabbing sharply at his mind.

“It’s okay.”

It was far from okay. Before the hot breath even reached his hole, Jaemin felt goosebumps all over again and was about to scream.

“You bastard, stop… huh…!”

Jaemin’s moan faded into his nose. It was because Daeyoung had started licking his hole.

This was a 180-degree turn from how he had gnawed at his perineum like tasting meat. With this meltingly sensual caress, Jaemin groaned in agony. The hole, which had been tightly clenched in rejection, turned into mush like a tissue soaked in water from the swirling of Daeyoung’s tongue.

“Do you still think I’m not your lover?”

Daeyoung inhaled the omega pheromones continuously flowing from him, his voice hoarse.

“I… don’t know what’s what.”

Jaemin muttered through his sobs, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You’ll understand everything in time.”

Daeyoung’s hand slowly returned to the hole, but the resistance from before wasn’t there.

“For now, just remember the most important fact.”

Because Jaemin was curious about what he would say.

“Ha… what… is that?”

“That you loved me very much.”

Fuck, this is driving me crazy.

With his whole body flushed red, Jaemin let out a laugh while panting. The confusion he had felt over the last few days was resolved by these words, which didn’t make sense, yet hearing them felt like finding an exit from the darkness.

“Ha… ha ha…”

He laughed brightly enough to show his slightly pointed canines, the ends of his long eyes narrowing seductively.

It was only when Jaemin had lost his memory that Daeyoung could finally see him laugh so honestly. Seeing Jaemin laugh innocently in his excitement, Daeyoung felt like someone was pounding on his heart. Of course, the one doing the pounding was the lover right in front of him.

“Look at me, Jang Jaemin.”

Daeyoung turned his head, smiling, and inserted a finger into Jaemin’s hole, giving another command.

“Look at my face.”

“Ah… haah…”

Jaemin’s lips, which had been curved upward, slowly parted, and his face, which had been smiling, was overtaken by excitement. Daeyoung stared at him intensely, grinding his teeth.

It felt like falling in love all over again. He thought he had fallen for him as much as he could, but there was no end.

“Ugh…”

While holding Jaemin’s gaze, Daeyoung rotated his finger inside. Despite how wet it was, the pressure felt pleasant, as if it didn’t want to accept any intrusion.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Whispering while pouring pheromones over him, Daeyoung pressed exactly where Jaemin felt it the most, and Jaemin’s body spasmed in response. The sight of semen from the tip of his cock forming thin strands on his abdomen was obscenely arousing.

“I know without looking. I could draw it if you wanted. Where to touch to make you come, where to thrust to make you scream.”

“Ahh…!”

As he relentlessly rubbed the swollen sweet spot, a high-pitched moan escaped Jaemin’s throat. For someone who had only masturbated with dry hands, this was an unbearable stimulation. Fluids dripped, tickling Daeyoung’s thick knuckles.

Daeyoung pressed against the softening flesh, adding another finger. Watching Jaemin’s flat chest heave with excitement, he caressed inside with gentle, persistent touches.

“Ah… mm… mm…”

As the squelching sound grew louder, Jaemin buried his heated face into the sheets again. Daeyoung, not putting his weight on him, supported himself with one arm on the mattress, slowly moving his fingers in and out of Jaemin, who had spread his legs himself.

“Look at me.”

When Jaemin didn’t turn his face, Daeyoung pressed his face close to his. He sucked in Jaemin’s hot breath while kissing him deeply, thrusting his tongue in circles, swallowing saliva, all while pushing his fingers in up to the knuckles, again and again.

Daeyoung continuously caressed inside, gradually increasing the number of fingers to stretch the hole.

It was only natural that Jaemin started to feel immense pleasure during this. If they weren’t ‘special’ to each other, it seemed unlikely that this yakuza would go to such lengths to arouse him.

Daeyoung’s cock, which Jaemin had struggled to take in his mouth earlier, was now fully erect, thumping against Jaemin’s thigh with each movement. Yet, Daeyoung held back from penetration.

Swallowing hard, Jaemin locked eyes with Daeyoung. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst, and his head was spinning.

That Jang Jaemin, or rather, that he, who couldn’t even remember his own name, had loved him so much, seemed somehow true. He must have fallen for this face, after all.

This strong face, holding back the urge to tear him apart.

“Put it in.”

“I’ve put it in, right now.”

Clearly knowing what he meant, Daeyoung spoke in a low voice.

“Not just with your fingers… put it in.”

“My wrist is already in.”

“…Your cock is thicker than that.”

Daeyoung took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his hand from the completely melted, wet hole. Licking the slick off the back of his hand, he applied his weight onto Jaemin.

“This is what you wanted?”

Feeling the weight, Jaemin tensed up involuntarily. He tried to say something, but there was no time.

His heart seemed to drop, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“You need to breathe.”

Pressing down like he was pinning Jaemin’s thighs, Daeyoung slowly introduced his heavy, precum-covered cock into the entrance. The pressure was different from gradually increasing fingers, making Jaemin’s lips part silently. Seeing his face, Daeyoung declared.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, Jaemin?”

…Does it feel good?

Jaemin licked his dry lips and furrowed his brows. His body was trembling with excitement, yet why did he feel this vague sense of reluctance?

As Jaemin’s eyes started to wander with stray thoughts, Daeyoung scrunched up his high-bridged nose. Then, a voice as smooth as chocolate wrapped around Jaemin’s ear.

“I love you, Jang Jaemin.”

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“I love you, Jang Jaemin.”

At that moment, a distant voice echoed in his mind. He didn’t remember the situation at all, but he knew this voice.

As Jaemin’s eyes widened in shock, Daeyoung didn’t miss the chance and thrust in to the hilt. The sensation of his insides being pressed, cutting off his breath, spread a vile pleasure throughout his body.

After fully penetrating, Daeyoung began moving slowly, like a beast savoring its prey, and Jaemin could do nothing but immerse himself in the sex without asking any questions. Jaemin’s body, hugging Daeyoung, moved like waves.

It wasn’t just his body that was shaking.

This was a feeling he’d never experienced before; his chest ached as if it were tearing apart. Jaemin’s eyes turned red.

“Ugh… huh…”

“…I love you.”

As the alpha confessed again, Jaemin felt the pheromones pouring out from him. With his mouth wide open, he inhaled Daeyoung’s scent mindlessly. He felt like he could only survive by breathing in his scent. Daeyoung seemed to read his mind, releasing his pheromones generously.

“Will you tell me you love me?”

Squeak. Squeak. Daeyoung continued his deep thrusts while speaking in a hoarse voice.

Jaemin licked his constantly drying lips and frowned. The distant voice that had echoed in his mind was gone, and perhaps it was an illusion born from not being in his right mind. Confessing to someone he didn’t remember was impossible, and even if he did remember, saying those words felt like breaking a forbidden taboo.

“Like you used to. Tell me you love me… that you feel like you’re dying of love.”

“Me… did I… huh… mm…”

As Daeyoung changed his movements, a moan escaped from Jaemin’s throat. His body, which had been moving like gentle waves, now jerked with short, sharp thrusts. At the same time, the pleasure that started from his abdomen spread up his spine with each forceful thrust.

“Don’t you want to?”

Jaemin shook his head vigorously.

“It feels… mm…!”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Ha, mm! Feels, good… huh…”

Jaemin looked at him with his entire body flushed red. His eyes flickered with pleasure and embarrassment, but he didn’t avoid Daeyoung’s gaze. That’s when a dark flame ignited in Daeyoung’s heart.

“Then that’s enough.”

“Ah…! Ha… mm!”

“That’s… enough.”

Whether he remembered or not didn’t matter. If he could have Jaemin by his side, honestly confessing that he felt good while looking at him in this moment, Daeyoung felt he could do anything. He grabbed Jaemin’s outstretched legs and began pounding into him fiercely.

As Daeyoung took Jaemin’s toes into his mouth and sucked, Jaemin’s ears turned bright red. With each button of pleasure being pressed, his entire body melted away, forgotten until now.

With each strike of Daeyoung’s cock, hard inside but covered by soft skin, slick gushed out from places Jaemin didn’t even know existed.

“It’s good, huh, ah… huh, it’s so good.”

Jaemin never said no. When the heat he had suppressed with suppressants finally burst, the result was ecstasy. He realized for the first time that sex between an imprinted alpha and omega was like this. Ah, how have I been living all this time?

“Keep… keep going… huh…!”

Watching Jaemin actively seek pleasure, Daeyoung breathed like a beast. The sound of his firm balls slapping against Jaemin’s buttocks was like the sound of beating someone, but the more intense the act became, the less Jaemin could keep his mind.

Like the fireworks he once saw, the sparks grew larger as he approached climax, showering his body with pleasure.

“Haah, uh…! Mm…! Mm…! Ah…! Ah!”

Just as he was about to release, Jaemin’s cock was firmly gripped by a large hand. Jaemin forced his tear-filled eyes open to look at Daeyoung, panting heavily.

“What are you… huh… ugh… what are you… doing…”

“Tell me you love me.”

“You bastard… ah…!”

Jaemin let out a curse mixed with a moan. He tried to hit Daeyoung’s wrist hard, but Daeyoung only tightened his grip on Jaemin’s cock.

Would this be the feeling if there was a cold flame? Jaemin trembled and sobbed, feeling as if the flame gathering in his dantian was freezing.

“Ugh… Uh…”

“Speak.”

Daeyoung, quickly pushing in further, whispered through clenched teeth. Jaemin could only sob, having completely lost his reason.

“S… Ugh…”

“Can’t hear you.”

“Love, sob, you…”

“I said I can’t hear you.”

Jaemin tightly shut his eyes. He hated this blocked climax that wouldn’t release. Hot tears streamed down from his closed eyes.

“Fuck… I love you… I love you, you bastard! Ah!”

The moment Daeyoung let go of his hands, Jaemin’s erection, shaking above his navel, burst out with milky semen. As Jungha cried and watched, Jaemin’s legs completely folded in half. Daeyoung placed both legs over his shoulders and pressed their torsos tightly together.

“Do you know how much I wanted this with you?”

Their faces were too close. The desire and pain in the eyes of the man who desperately wanted him were so vivid that Jaemin felt an urge to caress them, startling himself.

Fuck. Did I really love this man?

If they had even gone through imprinting, his words couldn’t be lies. Above all, the sharp pain in his heart when looking at him was undeniable.

“Now that you know… Ha… Hurry up and finish.”

As Jaemin cupped his dry cheeks and murmured, Daeyoung let out a dry chuckle.

“No regrets?”

“What nonsense… Sob!”

Jaemin’s scapula lifted from the bed with a jerk. Daeyoung began moving violently, as if embracing an enormous bomb dropped on the earth. Jaemin could feel how much self-control Daeyoung had been exerting up until now. Daeyoung thrust into him as if to destroy his body, the pain coming with the same force as pleasure. Or maybe it was the other way around.

“Huh! Ah! It hurts…! Sob! Ah, it hurts…!”

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

Daeyoung muttered without any guilt. Jaemin, unable to remember his past sexual preferences, frowned at the pleasure that rose steadily despite feeling like his body was being split in half. He grabbed Daeyoung’s face, kissed him, and sucked on his tongue.

Daeyoung’s grip on his neck tightened, strong enough to snap it with a slight shift in angle. Jaemin desperately rubbed his tongue against his, locking eyes. Indeed, what excited him was Daeyoung’s eyes.

The moment he felt like he was being sucked into those eyes, the pain vanished as if anesthetized, and pleasure intensified like a stimulant.

The pocket springs in the high-end mattress creaked. Jaemin, panting, whispered to Daeyoung who was thrusting like a madman:

“I love you… Sob! Uh! I love you…”

Daeyoung was insanely aroused, knowing Jaemin was whispering without understanding the meaning of his words. Everything about Jang Jaemin was a stimulus – the eyes showing pleasure, the husky voice, the heated body temperature, none of it failed to excite him.

Tears streamed from Jaemin’s eyes. Daeyoung licked his cheeks with an extended tongue and bit into them.

“Uh… Stop… Stop… Please…”

The sound of flesh slapping didn’t stop, and Jaemin’s body, unable to escape the pleasure, trembled. His penis, having ejaculated countless times, now dripped with clear semen.

“Stop?”

Daeyoung asked in a voice scratched raw. His tone, though rough, seemed momentarily gentle.

“No… Sob… No… Ugh…”

“That can’t be right.”

The alpha’s cock inside the omega’s body moved like a malfunctioning piston. Daeyoung knew Jaemin’s eyes had completely glazed over. Even though he knew sex with an imprinted partner during heat couldn’t be disliked, he didn’t like the needless denial coming from Jaemin’s mouth.

“It’s strange… It’s strange… Sob…”

Jaemin begged him, feeling a sensation akin to needing to urinate.

“I feel like I’m going to pee, fuck…”

His body felt like it was being completely altered. He felt like he might lose his humanity at this rate.

“It’s okay. Do it on me.”

Daeyoung, without changing his expression, continued his thrusts while saying this.

“I feel like I’m going to die… Sob… I’d rather die, fuck… Ha… Uh…”

As Jaemin spoke, fearing his body might change, Daeyoung’s eyes flashed dangerously.

Daeyoung bit down on Jaemin’s lips as if to tear them apart. Despite the blood showing, Daeyoung didn’t stop. He thrust his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth, rubbing against his tongue as if to erase the words he had spoken, moving like he was going to break his body.

Every scream of pleasure was swallowed by Daeyoung’s mouth.

The hard abdomen rubbing against Jaemin’s cock finally spurted a clear stream. As Jaemin trembled with dirty pleasure and burst into tears, Daeyoung pressed his lips to his ear.

“Baby.”

He couldn’t show resistance to such a chilling endearment because his entire body was consumed by intense climax.

“I’ll warn you… Huff…”

Daeyoung stiffened his body while breathing heavily into Jaemin’s ear.

“Ah… Ah, uh…”

“If you mention death in front of me one more time, I’ll really kill you.”

Jaemin felt like a waterfall was erupting inside his body.