The World of Contrasts Vol. 4 Chapter 3

Squeak. Squeak.

As Jaemin moved on his own, Daeyoung’s dark red cock repeatedly entered and left his hole. Due to its size, it was impossible to pull out completely, but it was still intensely stimulating.

“Huh… Ugh… Sniff…”

Jaemin’s back muscles stood out prominently with each thrust. The slick overflowed from him, running down Daeyoung’s shaft and pooling around his testicles.

“I feel like I’m going to come.”

As Daeyoung whispered, Jaemin’s movements gained more strength. Thud! Thud! Swallowing Daeyoung’s cock to the root, urging him to come, made Daeyoung’s molars grind with a grating sound.

Each time Jaemin thrust against Daeyoung, the pleasure was mutual. Jaemin’s moans filled the room with each breath, and semen continuously leaked from his cock, rubbed against the sheets.

“Please… Sniff… Please… Ahh…!”

Words that even Jaemin himself couldn’t decipher began to flow from his mouth. His mind, melted by pleasure, was now filled only with Daeyoung. Was it a plea for release, a plea for something to be done to him, or a plea to forget his past?

Without reaching a conclusion, Jaemin brought his trembling hands behind him. With his heated face buried in the sheets, he raised his hips high and pulled out Daeyoung’s cock. As the heavy member made a popping sound, Jaemin gripped his own buttocks, spreading them wide with force.

He wanted to show Daeyoung his hole, gaping and filled with slick. This is my insides. Without you, I’m empty now.

It’s ironic that even when you love someone, feelings of shame don’t disappear. Yet, because of this, wouldn’t Daeyoung now be able to trust him?

A sound like a sigh of relief came from Daeyoung. Then, a low curse as he took a sharp breath.

“Ha, ah…!”

As Daeyoung’s angry cock re-entered his hole, Jaemin let out a scream-like moan. As Jaemin’s hands lost strength, Daeyoung grabbed his waist. In a position with his face in the mattress and his ass raised, Jaemin had no choice but to endure Daeyoung’s furious thrusting.

“Ah…! Sniff! Huh! Ah, sniff!”

His buttocks turned bright red from the vigorous thrusts. Each time the pubic bone met the buttocks, there was a sound like a watermelon breaking on concrete, and Jaemin’s moans grew louder. Daeyoung’s pubic hair, soaked with Jaemin’s slick, glistened under the hotel lights.

“Do you love me?”

Daeyoung asked, panting like a beast.

“Ugh…! Ugh, haa, lo…! Ah! Love you.”

Jaemin answered, being relentlessly penetrated by him. During the time he didn’t know him, he had never felt this way before. As if doubting Jaemin, who claimed to love him while not remembering, Daeyoung grabbed his arms and whispered in his ear.

“Ha… Can you stake everything on it?”

Daeyoung’s hot breath reached straight into Jaemin’s ear. Jaemin, moaning like he was sobbing, said to him,

“Huh…! I don’t know what I was like before…! But now… in my eyes, haa… I can’t see any other alpha but you.”

“That’s because of the marking, fuck.”

“No.”

Shaking his head while panting at Daeyoung, who spoke with self-deprecation, Jaemin said,

“Even without that… huh…! I would have fallen for you.”

He was sure of it.

The careful movements not to wake him, the thoughtfulness in choosing his words, the calm smile he gave when Jaemin looked at him quietly, the soul-stealing kisses, and the sex that seemed to rewire his mind, the honesty in expressing his desire for him.

Jaemin couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else but the alpha in front of him. Imagining Daeyoung with someone else stirred up a homicidal impulse in him. Ah, perhaps Jang Daeyoung felt like this too?

“Remember this feeling… forever.”

It was the second time he had heard this from him. Jaemin nodded eagerly.

“Yeah.”

Jaemin loved him to the point where his heart swelled. He was okay with the obsessive behavior and the kinky tendencies that targeted his shame. He could even forgive the moments when Daeyoung’s temper made him so angry he felt his blood boil. Jaemin loved his alpha.

“I love you…”

“Keep saying it. While calling my name.”

“I love you, Daeyoung… Sniff… Ah, lo… love you…”

Being with Daeyoung made him feel like he wouldn’t have nightmares that left him soaked in sweat, with no memory of their content.

Having heard “I love you” more than enough, Daeyoung gripped Jaemin’s wrists like reins and began thrusting like a train off its tracks. The rough pleasure felt like it was beating his whole body, and Jaemin finally shuddered and cried out.

“Stop, that… Ha…! Stop… Huh…!”

As Jaemin shook his head vigorously, Daeyoung lifted him up and pressed him close. Jaemin, kneeling, leaned against Daeyoung’s chest, breathing heavily. The mirror reflected in his tear-filled vision again. Seeing Daeyoung’s face, which he hadn’t seen before, tears flowed down his cheeks absurdly.

“Fuck…”

Jaemin kissed Daeyoung while thinking it was embarrassing. Daeyoung responded passionately to Jaemin’s kiss, starting to thrust his erection into Jaemin. At the same time, he gently stroked Jaemin’s chest, which he tormented every night, rounded his sweat-drenched nipples, and with the other hand, held and gently shook Jaemin’s erection.

“Can we do it without a condom?”

Daeyoung whispered in a voice that seemed to melt his eardrums.

“It’s okay if it’s too hard.”

Daeyoung had realized that Jaemin was weak to his gentleness, even before he lost his memory. No, even before you lost your memory, you blushed when I acted tender. Jaemin seemed to hesitate for a moment but then nodded.

“But when it’s about to end… Ah, uh!”

Daeyoung then wrapped his arms around Jaemin’s shoulders, binding them, and started moving quickly. His muscles, hardened from exercise, tensed like rocks, accelerating his thrusts.

Before Jaemin’s erection, which was swelling and pulsing in his lower abdomen, could suffocate him, Daeyoung pushed him towards an overwhelming climax to minimize Jaemin’s burden.

It was also his role as a caring partner.

“Ah, ah! Hng, mm…! Ahhh! Mmm…!”

Jaemin’s moans grew more nasal. The evidence of his ecstasy was clear from the white, sticky precum and the drool dripping from his adorable erection, swaying in the air.

Daeyoung’s eyes, staring intently into the mirror, burst with black spots. As he began to shake Jaemin’s erection, which was turning red with arousal, Jaemin writhed, unable to bear the sounds he was making.

“I love you, Jang Jaemin.”

Daeyoung tightened his grip, keeping Jaemin’s chin fixed on the mirror. So that Jang Jaemin could clearly see his own disheveled appearance with his lips agape. To mitigate the shock of Daeyoung’s swelling erection with this visual shock.

Damn. I didn’t expect his belly to swell up like this.

Though Daeyoung clenched his teeth, reversing the act was impossible now. Instead of thrusting in and out, he hugged Jaemin, moving him up and down, stimulating his inner walls, and rubbed his semen-clumped erection with his palm.

Seeing Jaemin’s expression lost in ecstasy through the mirror, Daeyoung’s balls tightened.

Semen from Daeyoung’s tip, defying gravity, shot into Jaemin’s belly. As Jaemin shuddered at the sensation of his belly swelling to the point of bursting, his erection erupted like a fountain, with clear fluid splattering even onto the mirror far from the bed.

“Ha…”

Daeyoung kept Jaemin, who had lost consciousness, in his embrace, maintaining the penetration while catching his breath heavily. So Jaemin could get used to this situation. So everything could proceed according to his plan without any hitch.

It had been 67 days since Jaemin returned to Korea. Including the time they had been reunited, it was 73 days and half a day. During this time, Jaemin had directly asked about his past twice, and if you count the times he was curious under the guise of joking, it was over ten times, and the times he wondered silently would be even more.

But perhaps as if the god who had ruthlessly crushed Jang Jaemin was now repenting, this time, he was on their side. There had been some close calls, but Jaemin had ultimately come to trust him completely, to the point of finding secrets too bothersome to keep.

Enough to show him the bloody insides that had been torn apart by thugs. Remembering how Jang Jaemin had spread himself open for him, heat surged in Daeyoung’s abdomen again.

The monstrous erection had now reduced to just the right size to stimulate Jaemin’s senses. Daeyoung, lying down with him in his arms, began to slowly move his hips.

“I want to have a child, Jaemin.”

Whispering slowly into the ear of the unconscious Jaemin, his body twitched as if in defiance. Daeyoung buried his lips deep into Jaemin’s subconscious.

“If you love me, give that to me.”

He would not tolerate two failures. If their love bore fruit right in front of them, it would completely dilute the occasional unbearable anxiety. Daeyoung believed so.

“The cleanup is almost done.”

Shin Joohee spoke as she set down her teacup. Daeyoung meticulously went through the documents in front of her. All the real estate and stocks that were under Jang Wonjung’s name had been transferred to Jang Jaemin.

“I heard you cut ties with Seonho recently.”

Daeyoung said calmly as he placed the documents on the desk.

“If there’s nothing left to do, we should let him go. He must have wanted that desperately.”

“Jaemin really doesn’t remember Seonho?”

“Shin Joohee.”

When Daeyoung called her name, Joohee’s eyes hardened slightly.

Every time her biological son looked at her with that heavy gaze, Joohee couldn’t help but think of Chairman Jang. The cliché that blood is thicker than water is not a lie. The blood Daeyoung inherited was even more so.

“Do you miss your son?”

Daeyoung asked Joohee. When he mentioned ‘son’, he wasn’t referring to himself. Daeyoung had never once treated Joohee as a mother, and likewise, Joohee did not consider him her son.

Even when Daeyoung had planned from prison to bring down his biological father, Chairman Jang, Joohee didn’t think he would actually ‘bury’ Jang Wonjung after his release.

She remembered the day she met Daeyoung in the office right after Chairman Jang’s disappearance. When they were done registering the entertainment company, Daeyoung had smiled and offered her Chairman Jang’s ringed finger as a ‘gift.’ Thinking about it now, goosebumps rose on her arms.

For him, being a parent was out of the question, and Joohee also felt her vessel was too small to contain him.

To Joohee, Daeyoung was not the son she had given her genes to, but merely an alpha offspring curious about how cruel he could become to protect what was his.

“…”

Joohee silently turned to look out the window.

In the sunlight of the spring day, she saw Jaemin watering the lush green plants with a hose in the distance. He had stepped aside when Joohee came to visit.

“Could I have a word with you, Mother?”

Today, Daeyoung called her ‘Mother’ in front of Jaemin for the first time, his tone devoid of any sense of awkwardness, so naturally.

When their eyes met while he was watering, Jaemin smiled and waved. That sight reminded Joohee of Jaemin when he was very young, before his powers manifested, when he knew nothing, with the same smile making a corner of her heart warm.

“If I’ve helped Chairman Jang this much… I think I’m in a position to at least see Jaemin’s face.”

“Ha ha.”

Daeyoung waved back at Jaemin and let out a dry laugh.

“Shin Joohee.”

He turned his head to look at her. His sharp, smiling eyes flashed with a familiar killing intent. At the same time, an unforgettable voice echoed in her ears.

“Heeya.”

“Do you know how many people currently know about Jaemin’s ‘past’?”

Daeyoung was still smiling, but his voice was ominous when he emphasized the word ‘past’. She quietly inhaled, reminding herself once again whose blood he had inherited. Goosebumps ran up her arm where a high-end bracelet hung.

“Lee Seonho, Jang Wonjung, Kwon Yoojin, Kwon Sangdo, me. And Shin Joohee, that makes six people.”

This meant six people knew that Jaemin was not Jang Wonjung’s biological son and that he had been brutally assaulted by Jang Wonjung’s subordinates.

“Don’t you think that’s too many?”

Joohee swallowed dryly and asked him back.

“…What do you mean?”

“I’m suggesting we reduce the number of people.”

“…”

Even though Joohee was trying to maintain her composure, Daeyoung didn’t miss the color draining from her face.

“Do you know why this area is my private property?”

“With many eyes watching, freedom is restricted, after all.”

“You understand well. Here, even if someone dies, if we bury them in the mountains, they won’t be found.”

Daeyoung’s face, which was threatening Joohee, was so serene that one could not imagine from outside that such vicious words were being spoken.

“I will ask the same question again.”

Daeyoung asked in a slow but clear tone.

“Do you miss your son?”

“…I don’t have a son.”

Joohee, trying to regain her composure, retorted briefly, and Daeyoung smiled with satisfaction.

“Right, Shin Joohee has nothing to do with Jang Jaemin over there. Of course, the old man Jang Wonjung, whom I’ll kill, never met Jaemin either. He opposed our relationship from the start, like any other alpha family, without exception.”

Daeyoung continued, looking at Jaemin glistening in the sunlight with narrowed eyes. His expression was calm as he recited the scenario he had created.

“Jaemin… isn’t dull.”

Joohee couldn’t help but comment, but Daeyoung paid no mind.

“If he were an idiot, I wouldn’t have loved him from the start. There’s no need for you to boast about pushing Jaemin into the hell of alphas yourself.”

Daeyoung knew better than anyone how sensitive and quick-witted Jang Jaemin was, and why he had to live with such vigilance.

To Daeyoung, Jang Wonjung and Shin Joohee in front of him were no different from each other, both ruthless people who had choked their son’s life for their own prosperity, forcing him to live on the edge. And you, who must have sobbed silently without making a sound.

Thinking of his lover, who had fought alone with no place to lean on, endlessly planting thorns into his own flesh to endure, Daeyoung’s fist clenched tight.

“It’s not Jaemin who’s the problem; I’m worried about what will happen after he regains his memory.”

Daeyoung chuckled and turned his head to face Joohee.

“It sounds like you desperately want my spouse to regain his memory?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No, I am not.”

“What?”

Joohee frowned, as if she had misheard him. Daeyoung smiled broadly and clarified in a clear tone.

“Do you know what Jaemin told me yesterday? He said he’s glad he’s an omega.”

“…”

“Because he can bear my child.”

Her face, showing shock, was not an unusual reaction, but Daeyoung felt an inexplicable flame rising within him.

“Why do you make that face? For an omega, forming a family with their imprinted alpha is the ultimate happiness.”

“…Ha.”

“Don’t you want Jaemin to be happy?”

Half of his face was shadowed as he asked Joohee this. Joohee thought that Daeyoung’s twisted smile resembled a beast ready to tear out its mother’s throat at any moment.

“No, of course not.”

“Yes. That’s why I’ve decided that this is for the best.”

His voice was calm but one-sided, like giving instructions to a subordinate.

“I thought there’s no need to dig up and cause pain with those shitty memories of living with suppressed identity.”

His high nose bridge, slightly wrinkled, added a threatening edge to his words.

“But…”

Joohee’s lips trembled. Jaemin wanting to have a child meant acknowledging his identity as an omega. As Daeyoung had said, Jaemin had lived his whole life denying himself, pretending to be a dominant alpha.

“Jaemin… would really do that? Have a child?”

“Why, are you worried I might force an unwilling partner into submission and make them bear a child like someone else did?”

Daeyoung’s words, laced with laughter, were sharp as a dagger. They lumped together Jang Wonjung, Shin Joohee, and even himself, born from that unfortunate relationship, but to Daeyoung, it was all indifferent.

He had no room for self-pity. Once he decided to achieve what he wanted, he would use any means to get it, and the world’s standards were just an annoyance to him.

“What if Jaemin regains his memory? How will you handle the aftermath?”

At Joohee’s words, Daeyoung’s eyes gleamed darkly.

“Are you… worried about me now?”

Seeing him laugh widely with his mouth agape, Joohee felt her scalp tingle. Daeyoung was asking her who was worrying about whom now.

“Shin Joohee, all you need to do is fulfill your role as the ‘second mother’ given to you. Make Jaemin so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself. But… keep the line.”

Watching Daeyoung tap his fingers on the table, Joohee realized once again that the man sitting across from her saw her merely as a tool for his plans, nothing more or less.

“Since something was taken, something should be given in return, right?”

Thanks to Daeyoung, she had escaped Jang Wonjung’s grasp, so it wasn’t a bad deal, but she couldn’t help feeling a bitter taste in her mouth.

Jang Wonjung had, in the end, achieved the son he wanted. A stronger alpha than himself. But ultimately, he would die by the hands of his own son.

“…So, what are you going to do with him?”

There was only one reason Daeyoung had kept Jang Wonjung alive so far. He wanted to present Jang Wonjung at Jaemin’s feet when he returned. He wanted to offer the man who had completely ruined Jaemin’s life as a sacrifice.

Joohee knew well that if Jaemin resorted to revenge with a knife out of vengeance, Daeyoung was prepared to take the blame for the blood. Of course, Daeyoung would handle things far more perfectly than the impulsive murder he committed seven years ago for his lover. He would calculate every escape route to ensure that Jang Jaemin, whom he had just regained, would never leave his side.

However, Jaemin who returned had no memories of the past. Joohee was curious about what decision Daeyoung would make in this situation.

“We need to reduce the number of heads.”

Daeyoung clapped his hands together with a broad smile.

No way…

“…”

Joohee’s guess was not wrong.

“We must kill them. Ha ha, your expression looks great.”

Daeyoung gave a crisp answer and his eyes gleamed as he spoke in a lowered voice to the stern-faced Joohee.

“…I meant you should smile.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of the front door clicking open. Daeyoung’s gaze, which had been glaring at Joohee, shifted to Jaemin, his expression now dripping with honey-like tenderness.

“Did you get some fresh air?”

“Yeah, it’s dinner time now. I looked up some good restaurants nearby, what would you like to eat, Mother?”

Jaemin spoke politely to Joohee. Before Joohee, with her pale face, could respond, Daeyoung intercepted the conversation.

“Mother has a dinner appointment.”

“Oh… then there’s nothing we can do. Did you finish talking?”

“Yeah.”

As Daeyoung stood up, Joohee had no choice but to stand as well. Daeyoung touched her shoulder and met her eyes.

“You should head back to Seoul before it gets dark. Night driving is dangerous.”

At first glance, it seemed like he was concerned for her, but given the conversation they just had, to Joohee, it sounded like a warning to be careful on the night road. To Daeyoung, she was neither the mother who raised Jaemin nor his own biological mother; she was just one of the people who knew about Jaemin’s ‘past.’

In reality, Joohee also knew that there was no benefit in Jaemin regaining his past memories. But it was clear that Daeyoung, beside a Jaemin who had lost his memory, would become increasingly reckless to keep him confined in his world.

The only person who could stop Daeyoung, who seemed ready to do anything to blind his lover’s eyes, was ironically Jang Jaemin himself. But…

“Alright. I should go back.”

Joohee clenched her fist so hard that her manicured nails dug into her palm. She made a decision. Considering what Daeyoung had done to Jang Wonjung so far, it was clear whose side she should be on.

Because now, as Daeyoung had said, she should be more concerned about herself than him.

“And about the company matters that need to be handled…”

Joohee spoke with a trembling voice, looking at Daeyoung. He looked back at her with a calm smile.

“Yes, please go on.”

“Don’t exclude me, calling me the old man in the back room. I… need to see the results as well.”

Daeyoung nodded after looking at her for a moment, still wearing a gentle smile.

“I’ll contact you soon.”

With this brief order to leave, Joohee walked out of his house’s hallway.

“Take care.”

Jaemin bowed to her. His face, slightly flushed by the afternoon sun, looked much healthier than before, as she had previously noticed.

“Take care.”

Joohee gave a brief farewell to Jaemin, remembering the last image of him she had known – bloody and lying in the hospital. Her heart grew even heavier. Without looking back at him, she turned and left the building.

Click.

After the heavy door closed and locked automatically, Jaemin looked at Daeyoung with a somewhat uneasy expression.

“Something… feels like you’re driving Mother away. Is it just my imagination?”

“You’re not imagining it.”

Daeyoung didn’t deny it and stepped closer to him with a smile.

“It’s not polite to show up at someone’s honeymoon house without warning over the weekend.”

“Wasn’t there something urgent?”

Jaemin asked, recalling the serious expression on Daeyoung’s mother’s face. Shin Joohee seemed to be involved in their business operations.

He hadn’t noticed it when they first met at the hotel, but today, something felt off. Watching her, who was clearly tense from being overly conscious of someone (of course, that someone was her arrogant son), made his stomach churn, oddly enough.

Not understanding why he felt this way towards his spouse’s mother or the exact nature of this feeling, he tilted his head in confusion. Behind him, Daeyoung broke through his thoughts.

“It’s a bothersome matter, but it’ll be over soon.”

“Ah, okay. Is there anything I can help with?”

Jaemin continued, as Daeyoung was kissing his cheeks repeatedly.

“You can be a supervisor at the construction site.”

“Anyone can do that?”

“You can learn it.”

When Jaemin gave him a slight glare for the seemingly dismissive tone, Daeyoung shook his head with a smile.

“If I let you do something dangerous, I wouldn’t be able to focus on my work all day.”

“Hmm… Then make me a security guard at your company. Give me some fancy title like team leader. As a parachute.”

Since he used to be a guard, it seemed like it would suit him. If there were any troublemakers, it would be even better. Lately, he felt like he needed some exercise to maintain his stamina.

“Does the CEO need to advertise that he’s always hanging out with parachutes?”

The man who made Jaemin’s thighs sore daily pointed out the truth, making denial difficult. Jaemin frowned slightly and cleared his throat.

“…How about a manager at the entertainment agency? On Mother’s side.”

It was one of the businesses Shin Joohee was involved in. Although it felt a bit awkward since she was Daeyoung’s mother, at least she didn’t seem to hold any hostility towards him.

“I can be pretty good with people if I want to. And my driving skills are top-notch.”

Daeyoung hummed thoughtfully before asking him back.

“What if the manager has a worse personality than the celebrities? That could be a big problem.”

“…Forget it.”

Sometimes, Daeyoung seemed to have a knack for getting under his skin. Holding back the urge to hit him for that sly smile, Jaemin looked at his phone. Daeyoung then spoke while gently stroking his hair.

“Do you really want to help me that much?”

Jaemin tried to suppress the ticklish feeling, frowning a bit but not shaking off his hand.

“It’s only natural since you’re helping with housework even though you’re busy.”

Their home had no housekeepers, so all the housework fell to the two of them. Jaemin had no particular complaints. No matter how busy Daeyoung was at work, after coming home, he would clean the house, do laundry, have sex, and then go to sleep.

The garden was no different. The gardener Jaemin got along well with was fired after just a week. They had agreed to go together to a nearby gym where the gardener’s hobby was martial arts, but his contact information seemed to have been discarded somewhere.

Since Daeyoung took up the pruning shears to deal with Jaemin’s complaints, there was no reason for Jaemin to insist on hiring someone.

Moreover, although it was hard to admit, Daeyoung seemed to have peak abilities for a dominant alpha, even in menial tasks. He was adept at everything from physical labor to barbecuing.

“You clean and do gardening yourself, so I want to do something too, CEO Jang Daeyoung.”

“Hmm…”

Daeyoung looked at Jaemin with a slightly serious gaze. It seemed like they were finally seeing eye to eye.

“Then, will you suck my dick?”

“…”

Jaemin, after repeating the same words from Daeyoung, slapped him on the back hard and headed to the bathroom. Daeyoung’s cheerful laughter followed him.

“Where are you going? Haha, okay, I’ll suck yours, so don’t leave.”

“I’m going to pee, damn it.”

Jaemin snapped at him with an annoyed voice before closing the door and looking in the mirror.

A man with slightly pale skin and slightly grown-out hair was looking back at him. The soft hair was swept to the front and sides, not looking too bad. Thanks to having dyed it black again recently, the previously bleached parts were neatly covered.

Five months had passed since he reunited with Daeyoung at the end of the year. The first time, he had shaved his head with clippers, but since then, he just let it grow. Now, since he didn’t meet many people, he wasn’t bothered by his appearance when out in public.

However, Jaemin’s reason for growing his hair wasn’t just that.

“His hair… has grown a lot.”

He remembered Daeyoung’s face when he murmured this, narrowing his eyes at Jaemin with wet hair. It was an expression like he was entranced. No, was it more like he was smitten?

Jaemin scowled at the mirror before running his hand, wet with water, through his hair. It would take another four months to grow to the length he saw in his passport photo.

“I want a child.”

The night before, after sex, Daeyoung, holding him in the lingering haze, had said it. It was a statement Jaemin had heard a few times before, on the edge of consciousness.

The doctor’s words that regular sex with an alpha would reduce irregular heats were true. For the last three months, Jaemin hadn’t experienced a single heat cycle. If things were going by the average, he should have gone into heat soon.

“…When’s your rut?”

“Once I stop the suppressants, it’ll come immediately.”

Jaemin only found out last night that Daeyoung was taking medication. Among bonded alpha-omega pairs, if even one goes into heat or rut, the chances of conception rise dramatically. So, Daeyoung had been practicing his own form of contraception.

“…So, all this time, you were taking medication because of me?”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“What kind of burden?”

“The burden of having to bear your spouse’s child when you don’t even remember.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Jaemin couldn’t help but hug him again. He pinned Daeyoung down and moved his hips vigorously on top of him because he felt moved by his consideration.

“I’m glad I’m an omega.”

Jaemin genuinely thought it was fortunate that he could calm Daeyoung’s rut. He was happy that his body could bear the child of the man who wanted one.

At the same time, he felt foolish for not being able to recover his memories. He couldn’t tell Daeyoung that the frequency of his nightmares had been increasing lately, given how considerate Daeyoung was being.

Jaemin, who had been staring at the mirror, shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and sat on the toilet. As he was relieving his heavy bladder, he heard the door open and looked up to see Daeyoung.

“…What are you doing?”

Jaemin asked with an incredulous look while still in the midst of a physiological function, the sound of which was clearly audible to Daeyoung leaning against the door frame.

“Watching Jang Jaemin pee.”

“…You had issues during your oral stage, didn’t you?”

“Do people still take Freud seriously?”

“There were definitely issues.”

Peeing next to another at a urinal and doing it while being watched were on completely different levels. When Daeyoung started to lower his pants, Jaemin nearly fainted.

“I want to pee too.”

There were two more bathrooms in their spacious house. Jaemin realized that Daeyoung meant something else and quickly got up. As he tried to cover his genitals in haste, his body was swiftly turned and embraced by Daeyoung.

“What you said earlier about wanting to help me, is that the answer to the question I asked yesterday?”

“…What are you talking about?”

With his underwear still around his thighs, Jaemin frowned. Daeyoung whispered slowly into his ear.

“When I think about it, I wondered if you were trying to escape into work because you don’t want to have a child.”

“…No.”

“It feels like you’re bowing out.”

“I said no.”

As Jaemin tried to push him away, Daeyoung spat saliva into his hand, and then something heavy thrust between his thighs. Jaemin gasped as he felt the penis forcefully enter between his legs.

“I don’t like doing this here.”

“I won’t leave until you tell me.”

As Daeyoung began to move his hips, the friction between his balls and perineum created a fiery sensation. When Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s penis from behind, Jaemin twisted his body in shock.

“Why are you acting like this, damn it.”

“You said you liked it dirty.”

Even as he said this, the penis, slick with saliva, thrust in and out between Jaemin’s thighs. It wasn’t that Jaemin’s thighs were weak; it was because Daeyoung’s penis was so large. As precum dripped from Daeyoung’s tip, Jaemin’s voice inevitably trembled.

“Your personality is really…”

“So, tell me clearly.”

Daeyoung added while sucking on Jaemin’s neck.

“I want to confirm that it’s not just me who wants a child.”

“…Put it in.”

 

Jaemin whispered to him as he turned his head, and Daeyoung didn’t hesitate. With one hand, he roughly spread Jaemin’s buttocks, and with his own penis, he plugged the wrinkled hole that had started to leak pheromones. The now wet inner walls eagerly engulfed him.

“I’ll have your child, as many as you want.”

Jaemin gasped, bearing the weight of Daeyoung’s thrusts. Daeyoung’s lips twisted into a satisfied smile, but he was still thirsty for more.

“What’s that? Are you just my cum receptacle? Don’t you have any will of your own?”

I will possess not only your body but your soul, Jaemin.

Whether you’ve lost your memory or not doesn’t matter. It was decided from the beginning.

“Uh… I want to have one too, uh…! Our child.”

With every thrust of Daeyoung’s penis into Jaemin’s hole, precum slid down, becoming more viscous with each slow friction, sticking to Daeyoung’s thighs.

“Really?”

Daeyoung whispered happily into his ear while quickly stroking Jaemin’s pale penis.

“Does the trait matter, and what about the gender?”

At the same time, he rubbed the sensitive part of Jaemin, making him lose balance and shake.

“Ah… Ah! Hng, mm! Ah!”

Daeyoung circled his palm around Jaemin’s glans, and even as Jaemin’s semen burst out in his hand, Daeyoung didn’t stop. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew faster, resonating loudly.

“What gender would you like? Hmm?”

“A… daughter… Hng, a, a daughter… I want one who laughs a lot… Hng…! Cute…”

Thinking about how beautiful a daughter resembling him would be, Jaemin trembled all over. He tried to pull Daeyoung’s wrist away, but his arm was like steel, not budging from Jaemin’s penis.

“Stop it. Enough, please, hng…”

“To have our baby, you have to hold out until I cum, Jaemin.”

Daeyoung said this as he rapidly thrust into him. Jaemin tried to hold on by clenching his teeth, but it was beyond his limit. His mind went blank, feeling like his whole body was melting.

“I’m coming…! Hng… Ah, I’m coming…!”

“You look so good cumming in front of me, why hold back now when you didn’t earlier?”

Daeyoung’s breath was heavy as he thrusted furiously. He ravaged the smooth inner walls, pressing against the fine wrinkles with each thrust, scraping. As Daeyoung’s thighs hardened like stones and his balls rose, releasing semen, Jaemin’s urethra also burst forth with fluid.

“Ah…!”

Daeyoung pulled back his hips and turned Jaemin around. With Jaemin’s legs completely weak, Daeyoung knelt on the floor facing him.

“Hng…”

Jaemin groaned with a distorted face as he watched Daeyoung’s face envelop his groin. Just before his penis entered Daeyoung’s mouth, droplets dripped from Daeyoung’s eyelashes, soaked by the scattered spray.

“Crazy…”

Daeyoung’s throat made gulping sounds. Watching the alpha on his knees, drinking from him, Jaemin felt a mix of fear and thrill, as if his entire being was being sucked into Daeyoung.

“Ha… Ha…”

Daeyoung was his mate. Whenever he met the gaze of the alpha he had chosen himself, he felt as if his whole body was being wrapped in a cocoon, yet the relentless eyes following only him gave him reassurance. Now, just imagining his gaze turning away made Jaemin feel like his body was burning up.

After finally releasing Jaemin’s wet penis, his alpha spoke while still on his knees. Jaemin was certain that no matter what was poured over him, it wouldn’t make him look pathetic.

“I will give you everything, Jaemin.”

Jaemin couldn’t tell what expression he was making, reflected in Daeyoung’s long eyes. Only the voice, suffocatingly beautiful, echoed in his mind like a command, a plea, a begging.

“I… want you to do the same for me.”

Again, something hot seemed to burst within his chest. Jaemin decided that the reason for this intense whirlwind of emotions when he looked at Daeyoung was because he loved him too much. There could be no other reason.

“Take it all.”

Fearing he might cry, Jaemin whispered with his long lips twisted into a smile.

“My body, my heart, take it all.”

Daeyoung looked at him with hot breaths, almost in reverence. Jaemin chuckled again, watching Daeyoung tear off his shirt.

“…You look like your wish has been granted.”

Black flames sparked once more in Daeyoung’s eyes. After roughly parting his lips from Jaemin’s, Daeyoung whispered to him.

“Sometimes, I feel like you remember everything.”

Jaemin now somewhat understood why Daeyoung would get excited out of context. Whenever traces of Jaemin’s past emerged, Daeyoung would act like he was losing his mind.

“Yeah, didn’t you know? I’m actually remembering everything but pretending not to, you idiot.”

“Oh, really?”

Daeyoung kicked off his pants and wrapped one of Jaemin’s legs around his waist.

“Yeah, pretending not to know anything on the outside but laughing inside at how stupid Jang Daeyoung is… Ah…!”

“Come here.”

Hugging and clinging to his broad back as he thrusted roughly, Jaemin made a promise to himself.

I’ll definitely… definitely remember.

No matter how long it takes, he would achieve it. Whether the memories held joy, pain, or anger, it didn’t matter. He wanted to face him, marveling at how they had come through all those trials, and laugh together. Because that would be the final key to escape from the mysterious nightmares.