The World of Contrasts Vol. 3 Chapter 6

The car drove for about two hours after leaving the airport. Passing through the dazzling city center adorned with signs in familiar language, the surroundings became quieter. The only thing one could discern from the signs was that they were heading south of Seoul.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a detached house built on a plot of land so vast that it was almost embarrassing to call it “large.”

The grounds were so expansive that it was hard to believe such a place existed near Seoul, surrounded by coniferous trees dense enough to be called a small forest, making it impossible to guess the structure from outside.

“Is this… your house?”

“It’s our house.”

Daeyoung put his arm around Jaemin’s shoulder as they headed inside. Once inside the three-story building designed with curves reminiscent of an art gallery, Jaemin let out an involuntary low exclamation. Winter sunlight poured in through a large window that had been created by breaking through the living room wall.

“Want something to drink?”

Daeyoung’s voice echoed with resonance. Jaemin, who was looking out the window at the scenery, gave a short “yes” in response.

It seemed that Seoul had seen heavy snowfall a few days ago. As a small bird took off from a pine tree covered with untouched snow, white snowflakes silently fell.

Jaemin gazed outside as if appreciating a painting. The only sound was the occasional quiet clatter from the kitchen, and the surroundings were perfectly silent.

Jaemin realized another thing he hadn’t known about himself, following his fear of heights, or more precisely, fear of flying. He liked the quiet. The space where the music from clubs that numbed his ears, the shouts of drunkards, and the open conflicts of alphas had disappeared, gave him a sense of ‘peace.’

Although he felt sorry for Mama, even he wasn’t exactly quiet, so Jaemin always had to listen to his meaningless chatter.

“What are you thinking about?”

Jaemin didn’t even notice Daeyoung approaching until he heard his voice and then turned his head as if waking from a reverie.

“I was thinking how quiet it is here.”

Daeyoung handed him a mug he was holding. It contained warm mulled wine. A citrus scent had been coming from somewhere, and it seemed this was what he had been preparing.

“You don’t like noise.”

So that was it. Jaemin took the cup without a word, and Daeyoung, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, added.

“More accurately, you don’t like people, Jang Jaemin.”

“…”

“Except for me.”

Daeyoung whispered, blinking one eye quickly in a way that was almost imperceptible. Jaemin’s heart reacted again with a beat. Trying to hide his surprise, he gulped down the warm wine that touched his lips and looked at Daeyoung with a dumbfounded expression.

“Have you always been this silly?”

“What are you talking about?”

“…Or do you just have a thick face.”

“Check for yourself.”

Daeyoung said with a light laugh, guiding Jaemin’s hand to his face. Jaemin tried to pull his hand back, but Daeyoung’s large hand covered his, keeping it in place.

Feeling his warm body heat through his hand, Jaemin took another sip of wine. The heated sake Mama sometimes ordered at the bar was not to his taste, but the fruit-flavored wine stuck pleasantly to his palate.

“Is it good?”

Jaemin nodded honestly at Daeyoung.

Given that it was a drink he occasionally sought when he was sick in America, it was natural he liked it, but Daeyoung felt a sense of relief. It meant the information about Jaemin’s past that Daeyoung had learned through Seonho wasn’t just blurted out carelessly. Daeyoung had asked Seonho to tell him everything, even the smallest details about Jang Jaemin.

While wanting to know about Jaemin’s life he was unaware of, hearing the stories flow from Seonho’s mouth often made him feel like he wanted to break something.

Thinking it was about time to deal with Seonho, Daeyoung smiled softly.

“There’s a pool behind the house.”

Jaemin’s finger twitched as if in response against Daeyoung’s face. Daeyoung pulled his hand and kissed each knuckle.

“It’s an indoor heated pool, but it’s too cold now; it’ll be fine in about three months.”

Jang Jaemin, who liked warm wine when sick. Jang Jaemin, who enjoyed swimming but was reluctant to undress in front of people. Jang Jaemin, who hated clubs after mistakenly drinking GHB-laced alcohol at a crowded party.

“This sofa looks insanely expensive.”

Jaemin pulled his hand away from him and sat on the sofa, feigning indifference.

“Expensive but uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s worth the price.”

Jang Jaemin, whose taste went beyond luxury to premium. Jang Jaemin, who hated feeling confined. Jang Jaemin, who liked bright, high-ceilinged homes. Jang Jaemin, who had no fear of heights.

“But isn’t this house too big?”

“You like comfort, don’t you?”

After graduating high school, Jaemin had moved out of his parents’ home and lived alone in an 80-pyeong apartment. Daeyoung remembered how Jaemin looked like he was afraid the ceiling might collapse in his cramped house, and he bit his lip gently.

Even back then, he longed to lay Jaemin down on his narrow bed. Now, he regretted not having done so.

“You like having your own space, even in the same house.”

Of course, Daeyoung’s intention was not to keep physical distance from Jaemin. Instead, he wanted to confine Jaemin’s space within his own field of vision. By providing a space large enough for Jaemin not to feel suffocated, that was.

“Hmm… Sounds good, but…”

However, Jang Jaemin’s expression while listening to him seemed off. Daeyoung hid his displeased look under the mug as he swallowed the still-warm wine, making a gulping sound with his Adam’s apple.

After realizing that Jaemin’s gaze was directed at his throat, Daeyoung slowly finished the rest of his wine.

“Is there a problem?”

When he asked with a gentle face, Jaemin hesitated before taking his eyes off Daeyoung’s neck.

“Tell me.”

“Because it’s too open, it’s a bit…”

After searching for the right words, Jaemin finally spoke briefly.

“I feel anxious.”

Daeyoung placed the empty mug on the table. The unexpected answer made him recall his dead mother’s words. It felt like his arrogance in thinking he knew everything about Jaemin was being judged again.

In the airplane, when Jaemin had confessed his fear to him, Daeyoung was honestly surprised because the Jang Jaemin he knew wasn’t used to expressing emotions, especially when those emotions could be seen as weaknesses others might exploit.

Jang Jaemin, who, despite trembling with fear of Chairman Jang, never acted weak and tried to escape on his own. Daeyoung hadn’t realized how adorable Jaemin’s face looked when he bared his inner self.

Jaemin gave an awkward smile and chuckled.

“Probably because I’m not used to it, right?”

“…”

Interpreting Daeyoung’s silence as annoyance, Jaemin’s self-deprecating profile was maddeningly attractive.

“I feel like a spoiled kid whining about luxury.”

Even after getting off the plane, Jaemin couldn’t understand his own lingering anxiety.

Daeyoung, who knew the reason, swallowed hard. Imagining what expression Jaemin would make if he knew he had returned to a place where he was torn apart made his mouth dry.

Some emotions don’t disappear with time. For Jang Jaemin, who had attempted suicide nine times in a psychiatric hospital disguised as a sanatorium, those emotions were anger or shame, and for Daeyoung, it was the irresistible pull towards Jaemin.

“Tell me what makes you anxious.”

Daeyoung spoke softly with a smile. Jaemin, hugging his knees on the sofa, slightly furrowed his brows.

“Hmm… I feel like someone could barge in and destroy this place at any moment.”

In Jaemin’s case, there must be another emotion that doesn’t disappear even if his mind is completely empty. It would be the emotion caused by the event that made him jump in front of a moving car, hang himself in a bathroom, and ultimately lose those horrific memories himself.

“That won’t happen.”

Daeyoung whispered, running his hand through Jaemin’s short hair. His throat felt as if sand had been stuffed into it.

“This is private property, and no one but you, me, and those I’ve allowed can enter.”

Surveillance cameras around the perimeter were running 24/7, so if anyone lingered near the fence for more than a minute, security would be immediately notified.

“Even if the President came, the security company would stop him.”

“You can’t stop that level of authority.”

“Then I would.”

When he said it firmly, Jaemin laughed. He seemed to think it was a jest, but Daeyoung didn’t bother correcting him. For Jaemin, Daeyoung would do anything, and he had done so.

“…Wow, Korean gangsters are damn scary.”

Jaemin muttered softly with a faint twist of his red lips. Daeyoung, seeing his blurred smile, unconsciously took a deep breath.

Every time Jaemin made this expression, it felt like turning back time to some point in the past. It made it hard to believe he had lost his memory.

Despite the seven years of absence, Jang Jaemin was still a presence that stirred Daeyoung’s insides just by being there, especially when he made that pitiful face and spoke in his characteristic husky voice.

“Hey, Jang Daeyoung.”

Even this way of dragging someone down to the depths was so very like you.

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“Why do you make that face?”

“What face am I making?”

“Can I be honest?”

Jaemin looked at him as if to gauge his reaction. It was a habit he’d developed after Mama had commented on his tone. Daeyoung inhaled deeply while looking at him.

“I told you it’s okay, just say it.”

His sharp eyes narrowed, the corners of his eyes turning seductively. Then, a husky voice flowed from his red lips.

“A face like a dog that can’t pee without its owner’s permission and is struggling?”

Damn. Daeyoung couldn’t help it; he grabbed Jaemin’s face with the hand that had been playing with his hair. Then, he pressed his lips to Jaemin’s and sucked hard. Jaemin blinked in confusion, unable to guess why Daeyoung suddenly got excited.

“Hey… huh.”

Daeyoung devoured his lips like a beast that couldn’t hold back its hunger, not its bladder.

“Tongue.”

Daeyoung whispered, parting Jaemin’s closed lips with his tongue. Jaemin hesitated for a moment but then obediently entwined his tongue with Daeyoung’s. Daeyoung, with his high nose bridge touching Jaemin’s, licked the wine-flavored bumps on his tongue greedily.

Taking the mug from Jaemin’s hand and placing it on the table, he made Jaemin wrap his idle arms around his neck.

Before long, Jaemin was sprawled out on the sofa. Daeyoung had sucked on his lips so much that, even though the wine stains were gone, Jaemin’s lips were red from the rush of blood.

“Is this, haa… the house where you and I lived?”

“Doesn’t seem like it?”

Daeyoung slipped his hand under Jaemin’s clothes, stroking his side. Jaemin stiffened slightly, feeling the warmth of Daeyoung’s hand, and started to breathe heavily.

“Stop testing me and just say it. It won’t make me remember.”

Daeyoung chuckled softly and kissed Jaemin’s ear.

“I built this house to live with you.”

From choosing the location to the design and completion, it took over a year. And even after that, the house stood empty because his omega, who was supposed to be here, was missing.

“Where did you live during that time?”

“Your apartment.”

“Ah…”

After being released from prison, Daeyoung lived for half a year in the empty apartment where Jaemin had lived alone. He had no intention of going back to his father’s mansion in Pyeongchang-dong, where he was waiting to meet his biological son, and after Jaemin went missing, he left the cleanup to Shin Joohee. There could be no shadows of the past in the nest meant to welcome Jaemin.

So, Daeyoung built this house, dreaming of living with him until he died. If the household were to grow, this size would probably be just right.

“I guess that’s why it doesn’t feel lived in… Hh…”

Daeyoung’s hand began to gently circle Jaemin’s nipple. Jaemin bit his lip and whispered.

“Did you not get enough breast milk as a baby?”

“Your milk is tastier.”

“…Is that why you got me drunk?”

Jaemin, lying on the sofa, looked at Daeyoung with flushed eyes.

Daeyoung took off his knit, crossing his arms. The winter sunlight poured through the large window without curtains, illuminating Daeyoung’s bare body. His massive, sculpture-like physique, which inspired awe every time he saw it, yearned for Jaemin, who was panting beneath him.

“What’s this?”

“Teasing.”

Jaemin slowly opened and closed his flushed eyes as he watched Daeyoung take off his shirt. Daeyoung, like someone roughly tearing off wrapping paper from a gift, undid the buttons with rough hands, then opened Jaemin’s collar wide to reveal his white torso.

“I’m not crazy enough to get an omega drunk just to have sex.”

He just wanted to toast on their first day together in this house. Hearing about the heavy snowfall in Korea, he wanted to give Jaemin the belated holiday atmosphere they couldn’t enjoy while confined to the hotel, having sex.

“Then we shouldn’t do anything.”

“How can I not do anything when you look at me like that?”

Daeyoung ran his large hand over Jaemin’s torso with a chuckle. Although Jaemin expected him to touch his erect nipples, Daeyoung betrayed his expectation. He gathered Jaemin’s flat chest in his palm, squeezing it so that the pectoral muscles bunched together, causing blood to rush to the nipples.

“Fuck, ah… Hhh…”

Jaemin’s face, contorted in pain, turned strangely as he caught the scent of pheromones emanating from Daeyoung.

“Don’t do that, you bastard…”

“What should I not do?”

“Haa, huh…”

“Is it a sin to make my omega come by playing with his nipples?”

Daeyoung, watching him soak in his pheromones with hot eyes, spoke in an overly gentle voice that contrasted sharply with the vulgar words he used, like a voice coming from a high-end instrument. Jaemin bit his lower lip while listening.

“That’s only natural, Jaemin.”

Thud, thud, saliva dripped onto Jaemin’s body. With the nipple he was holding wet with his saliva, Daeyoung began to rub the tip with his thumb. Jaemin realized too late that Daeyoung had spat on him, but all he could do was let out a short, stifled moan, “Black,” without showing any other reaction.

Every time the rough hand circled around using the saliva as lubricant, the nipple, already sensitive from being bitten and sucked day and night, brought about a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

“Oh… Fuck… Ah…!”

Unable to hold back, Jaemin threw his head back with a high-pitched sound, and Daeyoung gave a low command.

“Show me your face. I want to see you feeling it.”

Didn’t he know that after hearing such words, showing the face of pleasure was even less possible? As Jaemin resisted by pressing his forehead into the sofa and arching his neck, he suddenly felt like his nipple was being bitten off. Jaemin, startled, lowered his head and gasped for air.

“Black…!”

From Daeyoung, whose face was buried in his chest, came the sound of flesh being sucked in, “Suck, suck.” Trying to push away his head that clung like a suction cup, Jaemin felt like his nipple might come off with his lips.

Daeyoung’s breath, which was making a slurping sound on Jaemin’s chest, was hot enough to scald the skin. Of course, the hottest was the inside of Daeyoung’s mouth, sucking on his nipple as if to pull it out.

“Huh…! Black, ah…!”

His non-erect chest was mercilessly crushed and pinched under Daeyoung’s hand. When Daeyoung twisted Jaemin’s erect nipple painfully between his thumb and index finger, a shiver ran down Jaemin’s spine with both pain and pleasure.

Daeyoung now overlapped his body onto Jaemin’s as if to crush him. His erect cock, rising above his navel, was pounding against Jaemin’s like a pestle. Jaemin tried to punch Daeyoung’s shoulder, but even that was blocked by him.

His grip on Jaemin’s wrists was as strong as he imagined, and if he applied more force, his wrists might get damaged. Jaemin instinctively relaxed his arms, trembling with the rough movements.

Neither had taken off their pants, but the effect of humping was immediate. Jaemin’s cock was already fully erect under his clothes.

“Black…! Ah, huh…! Uh! Wait, just a sec… I… Ha!”

Jaemin, feeling the rising sexual sensation, let out a trembling, urgent voice. The alpha pheromones emanating from Daeyoung made it hard for him to keep his sanity. Jaemin’s precum leaking out was equally captivating to Daeyoung’s eyes.

“Let’s come once first.”

Daeyoung removed his saliva-drenched lips from the nipple and, trapping Jaemin’s face in his arms, murmured. As he started to thrust his hips earnestly, the two erect cocks rubbed against each other violently through their clothes.

“What… what are you doing… Ah…!”

“No time to take off clothes. I’m going crazy.”

The genitals, rubbed together coarsely, were already so wet they soaked through their underwear. If this continued, they would come while still clothed.

“Wait, wait, huh…!”

“Do you know how much I wanted to lock you up here… bring you here?”

Daeyoung shook his head, his eyes half-crazed as he spoke. It seemed like he had said something strange. As Jaemin tried to respond while grasping at his fading consciousness, Daeyoung raised his hip angle and thrust, “Thud.”

“What are you doing… Black… I feel like my cock’s going to burst… Hah!”

Daeyoung continued the action regardless of Jaemin’s resistance. Feeling like he was being pounded, Jaemin couldn’t finish his sentence, his body stiffening with his mouth open.

“…”

In the end, sticky semen burst out, completely soaking his pants. Seeing Jaemin come, Daeyoung also let out a rough sigh and came long.

“Ha…”

Was it because their bodies, imprinted on each other, reacted even more sensitively, or was it because his brain felt like it was melting with the relief that Jaemin was finally safe in his domain?

“Are you less anxious now, Jaemin?”

Jaemin’s eyes, which had been wavering with inexplicable anxiety, were now completely loose, captured by lust. An intense omega scent, different from when he was in his twenties, overflowed from him. It was a scent for Daeyoung. A body that only the alpha who finally brought Jang Jaemin into his world could possess.

“You’re wet… it’s dirty.”

Jaemin, unable to contain his pleasure, mentioned cleanliness with trembling lips. Looking at him, whose face could change anyone’s sexual preferences even if covered in filth, Daeyoung stood on his knees, holding Jaemin in the center.

“Dirty? Who. Me?”

“…Both of us.”

Jaemin grouped himself with Daeyoung by saying “us.” Daeyoung’s Adam’s apple bobbed roughly as he frowned.

He undid his belt with a flick and pulled down the zipper roughly, then yanked his underwear down as well. His cock, which had been complaining about being confined, was revealed in the air, wet.

“I’ve never thought you were dirty.”

“…”

“Not even once.”

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The cock, with thick white fluid dripping from it, seemed even angrier despite having already ejaculated once, showing no sign of shrinking. The cock, eager to plunge into the body of an omega, grotesquely twitched in front of Jaemin’s beautiful face.

Daeyoung was accustomed to suppressing his instincts with reason for a long time. The patience he exerted to see the beautiful sight of his opponent driven mad with desire for him, ultimately surrendering with legs and arms spread wide, resulted only in a frustrating feeling about his own stupidity, nothing more or less.

“You don’t know how innocent your face looks when you’re coming in pleasure, Jaemin.”

Jaemin’s body betrayed his will, his face looking so pure and innocent when he was in ecstasy from pleasure, making one want to defile it by spilling all sorts of filth on it. Regretting saving that moment until he felt like committing suicide was enough once.

“Haah… Haah…”

Jaemin exhaled slowly as he watched Daeyoung approach. He seemed to be regulating his breathing, chest heaving, but his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of Daeyoung’s erection in front of him.

Alpha pheromones were overflowing from his cock, which stood erect through the rough, brush-painted-like pubic hair.

“How about you? Do you find me dirty?”

It was still broad daylight; there wasn’t a single shade of darkness to hide himself, and Daeyoung was openly displaying his desire for him. And Jaemin was excited seeing him like that.

“Yeah, because you’re dirty… I want it.”

Daeyoung gave a sneering laugh and thrust his cock, smeared with filthy desire, towards Jaemin’s face. There was no need to grab Jaemin’s head, which was like a shaved chestnut.

“Ha…”

Jaemin held the base of his cock, panting with his mouth open. Every time he inhaled the scent from his moist genitals, breaths filled with heated desire came out.

“Is this how it is when you get marked?”

Jaemin’s eyes also showed deep desire as he muttered to himself.

“The smell… it’s too… enticing.”

As Jaemin licked his cock long and hard, Daeyoung’s balls tightened again. Jaemin caressed his wrinkled balls, then sucked the penis, making a loud ‘thump, thump’ sound a couple of times.

His tongue’s papillae and the mucous membrane inside his mouth welcomed the cock, sticking to every part. Even the teeth scraping against the veined surface felt pleasurable to Daeyoung.

The cock, half-rid of its semen, stood erect vertically in front of Jaemin’s face. Looking down at Jaemin, Daeyoung spat out a curse like he was spitting saliva.

“Fuck…”

As he forcefully lowered his cock standing above his navel to Jaemin’s lips, Jaemin’s trembling eyelashes lifted.

“Do you want to suck it?”

Daeyoung asked, suppressing the urge to thrust back into the omega’s mouth, whose lips were inviting. Jaemin’s eyes clearly showed his desire.

“…I want it inside.”

Another slow curse mixed with a sigh escaped from Daeyoung’s vocal cords. Jaemin watched Daeyoung move away from him to sit on the sofa through a blurred vision.

“Come and take it yourself.”

“…”

Daeyoung’s chest slowly swelled and settled back while looking at him with a sunken gaze. Damn it. Jaemin licked his lips feeling the hole inside him twitch just from Daeyoung’s gaze, which was fixed on him with a furrowed brow.

“Take me, Jang Jaemin.”

Daeyoung stared intently at Jaemin’s eyes, muddled with excitement. He engraved into his mind each movement of Jaemin rising, his body seeming to burn as if someone had lit a fire inside him.

“Haah… Haah…”

Jaemin slowly stood up and spread his legs in front of him. With one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching back to grab his erect cock, Daeyoung, as if to encourage or soothe him, turned his head to kiss the wrist holding his shoulder.

“You told me once, Jaemin.”

Daeyoung looked up at Jaemin, speaking in a low voice.

“That I was yours from the beginning.”

Something dripped down from the cock Jaemin was holding. It wasn’t pre-cum from Daeyoung’s cock. It was Jaemin’s slick, overflowing from his hole, running thickly down the urethra.

“…I don’t remember.”

Jaemin said with a trembling voice, his face contorted.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Because I remember.

As Daeyoung slightly spread his legs, biting his lips, Jaemin’s inner thigh was touched, making him unsteady. The moment the thick glans touched his hole, Jaemin’s reason flew away.

“Haah…!”

Jaemin sank down onto the cock, letting out a moan. His wet hole opened wide, tightly swallowing the glans and pulling at the foreskin as if sucking on it. Daeyoung grabbed his back with hot hands, exhaling a breath filled with heat.

“You were the only one who could have me.”

Daeyoung didn’t miss the strength in Jaemin’s hand gripping his shoulder. It was clear he had touched something in Jaemin’s mind that he couldn’t remember. Jaemin was getting excited.

“I love you.”

Jaemin started to move, trembling. The flesh filling him spread his inner walls, amplifying the pleasure. Every time the core of pleasure was deeply touched, Jaemin’s cock twitched, releasing pre-cum.

“Haah… Haah…”

As the squelching noise from the hole grew louder, veins bulged on Daeyoung’s neck. No matter how many times he looked at Daeyoung’s face, trying to resist the urge to thrust, Jaemin, unknowingly, held Daeyoung’s cheeks and tilted his head.

“Ha… Hng…”

As if waiting for it, their lips and tongues intertwined, the wet sounds becoming even more dense. The sound of wet flesh slapping and rubbing came from above and below. When their lips parted, Jaemin, with a flushed face, gasped for breath and began to move his hips vertically while standing on the floor.

“Haang…! Ah…! Hng…!”

Each time he thrust himself down, he felt like his whole body was shattering with immense pleasure. It must feel like this to jump off a bungee jumping platform. Even though he had never experienced acrophobia, he felt like he understood it now. He was certain that someone who experienced this much fear while giving in to pleasure would feel this way.

Jaemin wrapped his arms around Daeyoung’s neck, repeatedly taking him in without defying gravity. Splat! Splat! Each time the wet hole swallowed him, coarse friction sounds came from the base of Daeyoung’s cock, with the sticky fluids stretching like spiderwebs, coating the dark shaft white.

“Ha…”

Daeyoung moaned like a beast, his throat vibrating. His trembling hand came down roughly on Jaemin’s reddened buttocks, striking them with a force akin to a slap, making a sharp spark ignite inside Jaemin.

“Your face… Hng…! It’s amazing.”

Jaemin whispered while panting, and Daeyoung, frowning, asked back.

“My face, what about it?”

“It shows you’re going crazy with pleasure, huh…”

Daeyoung bit his lip slightly. At times like this, Jaemin seemed to know everything.

Perhaps it was only a matter of time before Jaemin remembered everything. From the moment he saw Korean land from under the airplane, his mood had rapidly soured, an unconscious rejection of coming back here was evident.

When he was angry because Jaemin didn’t remember him, now he found himself worried about Jaemin possibly regaining his memory, which made him smirk.

“Am I wrong?”

When Jaemin asked again, Daeyoung slowly blinked and smiled.

“No, you’re not. I was just thinking it was getting boring.”

As soon as he said it, Jaemin’s face crumpled, his eyes glaring with fury.

“Fuck you…”

Daeyoung tightly hugged him as he tried to push him away and stood up. He laughed, “Huff, huff,” at Jaemin, who was stomping on his heel in anger.

“It’s a lie, I was just imitating you.”

Shaking him deeply while still impaled, Jaemin wrapped his legs around Daeyoung’s waist, moaning. The alpha who had marked him knew his body better than anyone. Jaemin, small and aroused by Daeyoung, couldn’t resist.

“You’re right. I’m going crazy with pleasure, Jang Jaemin.”

“Haah… Hng! Mmm…!”

As Jaemin was lifted and thrust into, his eyes reddened. It wasn’t just his eyes and nose that were red; even his cock was flushed as he was easily held by Daeyoung, moving towards the window.

Feeling the cold glass wall against his back, Jaemin shivered, his hole contracting. Feeling like his cock might burst, Daeyoung gritted his teeth, exhaling roughly. Heavy beads of sweat rolled down Daeyoung’s jaw, dropping onto Jaemin’s cheek with each thrust.

“With the prince working so hard on top of me, how could I not go mad?”

Jaemin looked at him with narrowed, teary eyes. His temperament matched his foul mouth, pinning a person against a glass wall like this. The problem was that even with such provocative words, Jaemin’s body didn’t feel like pushing him away.

“With this, I might forgive you for disappearing on me.”

Looking at Daeyoung, who was chuckling lowly, Jaemin whispered in a voice mixed with moans.

“I’m really… curious about what kind of guy I was in the past.”

His toes curled, and a thrilling sensation gathered in his lower abdomen. While moving on top of him, his cock, which had already ejaculated once without him realizing it, was once again reaching the brink of climax.

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“Do you really want to know that much?”

Daeyoung whispered, kissing his lips with a “chu, chu” sound. The kisses, while rubbing noses, were unbearably sweet, especially since he was thrusting such an unreasonable, fierce thing into him from below.

“I feel like I’m going crazy wondering what kind of guy I was to be marked by an alpha like you.”

Daeyoung’s eyes, biting into Jaemin’s neck painfully, took on a dark light. Even without the marking, Jang Jaemin’s heart was originally his. He was confident because he had known this, and he had thought he possessed him, but it all vanished like a mirage.

“I’ll tell you from now on.”

If he had lost his memory, he could just tell him now.

“Why you fell for me.”

Why I fell for you.

“Your arrogance is a bit much… Ah, hng!”

Jaemin could no longer continue speaking. Daeyoung started pounding into him quickly and deeply. Unlike the deep thrusts, this was a movement that relentlessly stimulated his erogenous zones, bringing him to orgasm faster.

Each time Daeyoung’s abdomen rapidly contracted and relaxed, Jaemin’s body trembled thinly, letting out moans mixed with sobs.

The sound of Jaemin’s cock going in and out of the hole with a “slap, slap” and Daeyoung’s rough breathing, along with Jaemin’s wailing cries reaching their climax like a shot, echoed throughout the spacious living room.

Jaemin turned his flushed head, rubbing his cheek against the glass window. In his blurred vision, he could see a small bird that had flown in and perched on a tree.

Realizing that the only one who could witness him being displayed and having sex in this wide-open space was this tiny creature, a refreshing, cold laugh escaped from Jaemin’s lips.

“Why are you laughing?”

Daeyoung asked, covering his view with his face.

“Because I like it.”

“…What do you like?”

Jaemin felt there was no longer any need to make excuses or lie. The fact that they were lovers marked by each other was clear.

“You.”

The moment Jaemin said this without hesitation with a smile, Daeyoung’s body trembled. It was natural for his heart to beat wildly with the first confession that came out of Jang Jaemin’s mouth of his own accord. Thick semen burst from his cock, which had been swelling to the point of bursting but hadn’t easily released its desire, completely drenching Jaemin’s body.

“…Promise me.”

Daeyoung stared intently into Jaemin’s eyes, his voice lowered.

“…What?”

“That you’ll remember this feeling forever.”

Even in this situation, Jaemin felt Daeyoung was worrying about something unnecessary. This moment seemed like something he could never forget, even if someone held a knife to him and told him to.

With the winter sunlight shining brightly through the window behind him, Jaemin hugged Daeyoung, who was thrusting into him as if to break him, and surrendered himself to the pleasure allowed to him.

Thick semen mixed with bodily fluids dripped down the clean glass wall, leaving traces.

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The cold was severe enough to make the term “winter general” seem appropriate. As if mocking the January weather which had been warmer than usual, the temperature dropped below zero every day as soon as the calendar turned.

“Ah, it’s cold…”

A slender woman in a black wool coat entered Daeyoung’s office, complaining.

“Is the heating not working in the CEO’s office? Why is it so cold here?”

Daeyoung, who was going through a pile of documents on the sofa, picked up the remote. With a “ding, ding,” the sound of something being adjusted, Yoojin opened her mouth in surprise.

“Are you using the air conditioner now?”

“The heating in the whole building is too hot, so if we don’t do this, we can’t maintain the temperature.”

Yoojin finally felt the cool air coming from the ceiling. She couldn’t decide whether his action of not turning off the air conditioner but only slightly raising the set temperature was considerate or irritating.

“…Did something make you angry?”

It’s true that the higher the alpha rank, the stronger the immunity, which raises the basal body temperature. Yoojin herself wasn’t particularly cold, but this seemed excessive.

“Something to make me angry? Yeah, I’m pretty pissed because of some prosecutors who are living off taxpayers’ money but not doing their job.”

Daeyoung gave Yoojin a faint smile. Yoojin, without even taking off her coat, crossed her arms and faced him.

Five long years. It was an absurdly short time for a murderer’s sentence, yet too long to spend in prison. But even after eating his fill of prison food, there was no trace of fear of authority in Seol Daeyoung’s eyes.

He looked rather refreshed, to the point where one wouldn’t believe he had been going back and forth to the prosecutor’s office for questioning just a while ago.

“Sunbae.”

“Yeah, Yoojin.”

“Sunbae, you think prosecutors are a joke.”

“You look cute to me.”

If anyone else had said those words, she would have wanted to slap them. But perhaps because she was once drawn to him, Yoojin found her nose heating up amusingly.

“Is that what you should be saying to me right now?”

“Still not able to leave daddy’s protection, that’s cute.”

“…”

Was freezing this room a consideration for people who would get angry upon entering?

Yoojin took off her wool coat, draping it over the sofa, and then looked at the documents piled on the table. They were all files on her father, Kwon Sangdo. Since Yoojin had reviewed these records at home several times, she couldn’t possibly be unaware.

“I’ve been transferred to the Central District Prosecutor’s Office. It’s not easy to rise this quickly from a regular prosecutor.”

Despite the sharpness in Yoojin’s voice, Daeyoung remained calm, sipping his tea without even looking at her.

“Are you saying this to ask me to acknowledge your abilities?”

“I’m just stating facts.”

“And, did cutting ties with your father have no impact at all?”

“…”

It was undeniable that Yoojin became famous a year ago when she indicted her own father. Exposing the corruption of a mayor who was elected with high approval ratings had a significant impact. However, Kwon Sangdo’s connections within the prosecution were much higher than Yoojin had anticipated.

“Prosecutor Seo Hyun-woo, he was demoted this time. He was on the line I was aiming for, but he went down too easily.”

“So?”

“I’m suggesting we play it safe. There’s no reason to rush and screw things up. Isn’t that why you’ve been going back and forth to the prosecution?”

Yoojin’s last statement wasn’t wrong. After Kwon Sangdo learned that Daeyoung was behind Yoojin, he launched a counterattack to trap Daeyoung.

“Yoojin.”

Daeyoung looked at her and smirked.

“You were the one who came to me, crying about wanting to make your father’s eyes bleed.”

He was telling her to stop pretending to be concerned about him. Yoojin bit her lip, which was painted with smooth lipstick.

Daeyoung had first handed her the documents on Kwon Sangdo right after he was released from prison. Yoojin shuddered seeing her father, who had treated her like the apple of his eye, naked and surrounded by five omegas.

She also realized too late that he hadn’t marked her mother, whom he supposedly cherished and loved, or at least pretended to.

The file detailed how he had laundered money using his spouse’s name, who lacked financial knowledge, which was even more shocking.

As Yoojin had expected, Yoon Jungha was completely oblivious to the business her husband had been running. Having lived in front of cameras since childhood and having been swindled by management, Yoon Jungha had entrusted all financial matters to his spouse after meeting Kwon Sangdo.

Of course, during their sweet and happy marriage, at least at some point in the past, Kwon Sangdo had been a thorough shield for Yoon Jungha, ensuring nothing happened to him.

“But it seems you didn’t see that my mother’s eyes bled first because of this.”

It was natural for Yoojin to hesitate after receiving the documents. For her, parents weren’t just one but two.

While she was torn about not wanting to hurt her mother, the news reported Yoon Jungha’s tax evasion. The special audit team from the National Tax Service investigated even a painting her family had bought on the street during a trip to Europe 20 years ago.

Who was behind it was as clear as day. It was the man in front of her, smirking at her with a piercing gaze.

“It was a seal of confirmation on what kind of man your father is. Because it seemed like you didn’t know.”

All the illegally earned profits were under Yoon Jungha’s name, and Kwon Sangdo performed a show of bowing in apology for his spouse’s mistakes, claiming he had no idea, and then said he would make decisions respecting his guilt-ridden spouse’s opinion.

Three months after the incident, Kwon Sangdo divorced Yoon Jungha. In exchange for this clean cut of the rotten root, he was able to continue as mayor and remained a strong candidate for the next presidential election.

He bowed his head, saying that omegas commit illegal acts due to a lack of support and that he would use his past mistakes as a stepping stone to create a society more friendly to omegas.

Seeing him use even his weaknesses for political gain, Yoojin realized that what she knew about her father was just the tip of the iceberg. If he decided to, he could even bury his own daughter.