Ch 2

“Giving a contraceptive and a heat inducer at the same time—is that like giving poison and medicine together?” Ji-an’s lips quirked at the tear-inducing kindness of offering a heat inducer to make it easier to deal with a rutted Alpha.

 

“Let me go over the precautions one more time. You’ll be wearing a blindfold soon. The blindfold may come off during the process, but you won’t see anything regardless. However, don’t take it off intentionally. The protection band won’t come loose, so don’t worry. Also, you mustn’t speak. Once it’s over, stay in place until we come to clean up. Do you have any questions?”

 

As Sanghoon spoke, he handed Ji-an something that looked like latex gloves, and, as expected, Ji-an wore them as instructed.

 

Anyone watching might think I’m spending the night with a Joseon king or something. If I leave a mark on his sacred body, will I be executed? They even made me cut my nails neatly and put on gloves—how meticulous. This is getting scary. Am I going to meet some kind of monster? Will I make it back alive?

 

“It won’t take long. Just stay still. That’s the best advice I can give.”

 

A black cloth approached, covering Ji-an’s eyes, and then a soft, thin fabric covered his lower face like a mask. His arms were grabbed, and Ji-an walked as they led him. The sound of something breaking filled the air as the pheromones in the atmosphere grew thick.

 

The door opened, and Ji-an’s legs trembled as a sticky, suffocating, dense pheromone clung to his entire body from head to toe.

 

The hands that had been guiding his arms let go, and before he could even register the embarrassment, a hand pushed him lightly on the back, making him stumble. He barely managed to regain his balance just as the door closed behind him.

 

“Ah…”

 

Even if he reached out, there was nothing to grab. No sound could be heard. Until just now, he could hear the footsteps of the people who had held his arms, even if his eyes were covered…

 

With the gown tightly tied now gone, Ji-an felt more sensitive than ever. His heart pounded as if he’d just finished running a 100-meter sprint. Until moments ago, it had been a mix of curiosity and excitement in response to the unfamiliar situation and the rampaging pheromones, but now, the rough, savage aura left him breathless.

 

It felt like the entire space was filled with an overwhelming musk scent from head to toe. No matter how much he breathed, all that filled his lungs was the dense scent, not oxygen.

 

Panting, Ji-an’s arms trembled as they swung through the air, blindly grasping at nothing. The unfamiliar pleasure that had lazily spread throughout his body was long gone. Alpha, Omega, pheromones—aren’t all those things just made-up stories? Even if someone tried to describe pheromones in writing, they couldn’t possibly explain them.

 

If the sensation he’d felt when arriving was like a delicate drizzle, now Ji-an felt like he’d been caught in a storm. Biting his dry lower lip, he quickly turned around.

 

I have to get out. Otherwise… I’ll die.

 

As Ji-an moved hesitantly, his fingertips brushed against a cold metal object. Fear far outweighed thoughts of money or contracts. If I don’t get out now, I might die.

 

Panting heavily, his head swam from the scent invading with every breath as he shook the handle, only for it to rattle uselessly.

 

Open. Open… please open! Just as Ji-an was shaking the door handle with all his strength, he froze. His irregular breathing filled the silent room as he gasped desperately but couldn’t exhale properly.

 

In that moment, the musk scent disappeared.

 

The savage aura that had been tearing at his skin from head to toe was suddenly gone.

 

Ji-an covered his mouth with one hand, trying to stifle his breathing, and slowly turned around. His body shivered at the coldness of the door pressing against his back, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that. The hand that had been clutching the door handle was now unconsciously touching the cloth covering his eyes.

 

It hasn’t disappeared. Ji-an stomped his foot in panic as something seemed to wrap around his ankle, but the sensation didn’t vanish. As the unfamiliar feeling crawled up from his ankle, past his calf, and reached his thigh, Ji-an bit down hard on the inside of his cheek.

 

He pulled off the blindfold, but just as they said, there was no light. Is there even a window in this place? With how much they had covered his eyes and kept him in darkness, he thought he’d be able to at least distinguish between light and shadow. Yet, all he could see was pitch black.

 

And in that darkness, Ji-an sensed someone’s presence.

 

“Who’s… urk.”

 

They told him not to remove the blindfold. He wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway.

 

They told him not to speak, but they hadn’t explained why…

 

Before Ji-an could finish asking if someone was there, a force grabbed him, and without time to react, a sharp pain, as if his body were being split in two, seized him from below. His chest was now pressed against the door that had moments ago chilled his back.

 

“Ah… ahhh!”

 

Only a scream of pain escaped his mouth. He hadn’t expected gentleness or kindness.

 

But still…

 

As he was trapped between the door and the massive presence, Ji-an’s anguished cries seemed to be swallowed by the darkness.

 

He wasn’t even fully lubricated, nor had he been prepared, so there was no way his body could easily make way. The rough force that tore open the dry area showed no signs of mercy.

 

“It hurts… stop… please…”

 

One hand propped against the door, the other desperately trying to push away, but Ji-an’s resistance was as futile as a butterfly’s wingbeat. His body swayed like a fragile reed with the man’s rough movements. By the time he had barely accepted the thick head of the man’s shaft, the area below Ji-an was already soaked with blood rather than arousal.

 

Ji-an’s latex-covered hands scratched at the door in agony. It wasn’t out of consideration for his partner that they’d made him trim his nails and wear gloves. If he had scratched the door with his bare hands like this, his nails and the skin beneath them would’ve been torn to shreds.

 

“Let me… ha… let me go…”

 

Ji-an’s desperate scratching against the door was drowned out as the brutal musk scent once again filled the space, wrapping around him and gnawing at his flesh.

 

“ha… ha…”

 

Face down on a soft bed, Ji-an’s breath came out in ragged gasps. His arms, which had barely been holding up his upper body, gave out, and he collapsed fully.

 

With a slick friction and the heavy musk scent growing thicker, the air in the bedroom became even hotter.

 

Ji-an’s hips were gripped tightly by the man, and when the man thrust downwards forcefully, Ji-an could only gasp, his mouth falling open without a sound. When the body is subjected to unbearable pain, it supposedly releases chemicals to numb the sensation. Either that, or perhaps the heat inducer was finally taking effect.

 

Every time the massive, heavy member tore through him, his toes curled involuntarily. Could I really fit all of it? The thick shaft stretched Ji-an’s soaking wet anal passage to its limit.

 

The dark, engorged veins that stood out along the length of the man’s c*ck scraped against Ji-an’s tender inner walls, causing him to grip the bedsheets and pant. The man rammed his full length inside, pressing against the deepest, hidden part of Ji-an without hesitation.

 

Even though this was a contractual relationship that had started forcefully, even though Ji-an had begged to be spared and let go, now he found himself moaning in pleasure.

 

The powerful sensations running down his spine turned his mind blank. His erect nipples, brushing against the sheets, had become swollen and red, and clear fluid was pooling at the tip of his own c*ck.

 

“Ah… ahhh!”

 

His now fully aroused inner walls eagerly welcomed the man’s member, clutching at it as if to draw more out of him. The Omega’s body, having accepted an Alpha, responded by leaking copious fluids, encouraging him further. His wet flesh and the man’s c*ck made obscene, squelching noises as they moved together. Every time the man pulled out, strings of wetness clung to him, dripping onto the sheets.

 

“Ah… there… ahh… right there…”

 

Clearly, he wasn’t in his right mind. This was supposed to be just a transaction, an exchange of needs through a contract. But now… Ji-an was clinging to him.

 

From head to toe, Ji-an clutched the sheets in a frenzy of excitement and the heat rising in his body. Whether the other person was listening to Ji-an’s requests or not, they persistently stimulated the spot where Ji-an felt most intensely, never slowing down. 

Foamy secretions soaked Ji-an’s hips and groin, sliding down his trembling thighs as intense pleasure overwhelmed him. The Alpha, caught in rut, was driven by instinct to fill the Omega with seed. The motions, focused on reproduction, became more violent, and every time the deep entry was hit, Ji-an’s body tensed up.

The overwhelming pleasure that wiped away all rational thought left Ji-an sobbing, unable to handle the relentless stimulation pouring in.

“No… Ah… Oh…!” 

Even as Ji-an, drowning in sensation, tried to escape, the other person stubbornly explored and ravaged him again and again. Ji-an, gasping and lifting his hips high, squeezed his eyes shut as hands pressed against his nape. The pleasure built up as he struggled to breathe, his sensitive inner walls quivering against the invading organ that moved irregularly inside him.

Tears flowed down Ji-an’s flushed face, soaking the sheets. As if nearing climax, the organ pressing into Ji-an’s belly and exploring his tight entrance grew more ferocious. The rough penetration felt like it was about to tear through him, as the tip ground intensely against his opening, trying to flood Ji-an’s deepest, most secret place with Alpha’s seed. 

“Ugh… Ughh…”

Ji-an thought he had grown used to the pain. But as he felt something inside him growing in size, fear washed over him, causing him to shake his head in panic. Just as the hand that had been pressing down on his neck lifted, Ji-an tried to crawl forward urgently. But as the growing mass inside released something hot, Ji-an froze in place. 

His eyes remained closed, lifeless like a discarded puppet.

* * *

Ji-an faintly opened his eyes at the touch of hands, but he was still trapped in darkness. The moment his eyes opened, pain coursed through his body, making him grimace. Where was he? What had happened? Instead of asking these obvious questions, Ji-an simply closed his eyes again.

When he opened them once more, the heavy darkness had lifted. 

The world around him was completely white, filled only with the steady beeping of machines. White walls, a white ceiling, and a transparent IV bag hung beside him. Ji-an sighed, but his throat was dry, and no sound came out.

“You’re awake,” said a familiar voice.

Ji-an rolled his eyes to take in his surroundings but showed no reaction to the voice he recognized.

One million won? It seemed like an enormous amount of money. Adding surgery and medical expenses on top of that made it an even larger sum. But compared to the fear he had felt and what he had gone through, it seemed like nothing. He really thought he was going to die. Trapped in darkness, torn apart by sudden, excruciating pain.

At some point, it felt like he was drifting between reality and dreams, unable to think clearly, reduced to acting purely on animalistic instinct.

Both he and his partner had turned into beasts.

If this was what an Alpha and Omega’s rut felt like, he never wanted to experience it again, even if it killed him.

“Do you have anything to say?” asked Sanghoon, who had sat down in a chair next to the bed, the sound of his hard shoes echoing. Ji-an turned his head in the opposite direction.

“I’ve transferred two million won. Next time, I’ll give you even more.”

“F*ck.”

Money… Money. Does money fix everything? Sure, he had done it for money, but hearing the person who had promised him more talking about the future and offering even more money made him feel utterly defeated. How much spare cash did this person have? Still, they should have at least told him.

“Is it not enough?”

Furious, Ji-an suddenly sat up, only to cry out in pain and curl his body as waves of agony hit him. Every muscle in his body screamed. Through the half-raised sleeve, Ji-an could see the bandage taped to his arm.

“Are you kidding me right now? I almost died. Ha. Of course, you didn’t say anything to keep me quiet. Who in their right mind would do this?”

Ji-an shouted, but the sound that came out was hoarse and strained, as if his voice had been filled with air. His throat felt like it was being ripped apart, and the bitter taste of iron lingered in his mouth.

“Name your conditions. I’ll meet them as best I can.”

Sanghoon, who had remained emotionless from the start, looked at Ji-an calmly. His jet-black hair and pale skin contrasted sharply with each other. His cold, dark eyes stared back at Ji-an, and the lips he had bitten multiple times in an attempt to hold back his anger were now flushed red.