Ch 4

“Ha… … .”

The inside of Ji-an’s thighs spread wide apart and trembled, and then a clear liquid poured out from his member that was stuck to his stomach. The clear liquid spread out over his flat lower abdomen and chest, but neither Ji-an nor his partner had the leisure to react to it.

In the room filled with Ji-an’s sobbing moans and the friction noise from the joints, something no different from the promiscuous mating of animals was happening.

Without considering hisr will at all, Ji-an’s body, which had been forcibly hit by the heat accelerant, was no different from a toy containing the alpha’s desires.

“Huh. Heuk… … . ha… . Haa… … . I didn’t want to… … .”

His last memory was seeing the bastard he never wanted to see again at the hospital. And the first thing Ji-an felt when he opened his eyes wide at the strong sensation hitting his body was fear. Next was this crazy pleasure. He would rather it be endlessly hateful and painfully unbearable.

Every time the thick c*ck split open the tightly closed inner wall, Ji-an’s waist moved on its own. His two legs were already wrapped around the other’s waist, and he chased the more pleasure he would bring him.

His an*s, which was stretched tight and full of c*ck without a single wrinkle, clung obscenely to the c*ck that was digging in as if it knew no satisfaction. Every time he did that, the other’s movements became tyrannical.

Ji-an’s hand, which had been wandering aimlessly, touched the other person’s shoulder. The latex glove, soaked with his sweat, clung stickily to his hand. He could feel the dynamic movement of the broad shoulder muscles that were too large to grasp fully with his hand, but the glove prevented him from truly feeling the other person.

Scratching his back with these hands would leave no mark on him, and even if he cried and pleaded, heI couldn’t escape his grip.  

He just wished he would say something.  

But all he received in return were his rough breaths and low, beastly growls.  

“Ah… ngh… stop…”  

It felt as though his mind and body were disconnected. In the persistent darkness, there was nothing to see, and with his vision blocked, his heightened senses of touch and hearing perceived everything as a source of anxiety.  

“Hnn…”

Somehow, with the conflicting thoughts of wanting to accept him more and being unable to bear the rough movements of his waist, his ankle, which was wrapped around his waist, was caught.

A scream-like moan burst out from Ji-an’s mouth as he grabbed his ankles and spread them wide apart. Every time his instinct-filled c*ck thrust between his legs that were spread wide to the limit, sticky fluids surged out in all directions.

Thanks to the slippery fluids, the heavy c*ck was sucked into him, and Ji-an’s upper body shook on its own at the intense insertion.

“Ahhhh!” As he came in hard and roughly stirred inside and retreated, Ji-an’s insides were dragged out along with him. However, soon, as if nothing had happened, the c*ck came in again, crushing his insides and repeatedly tearing apart Ji-an’s small hole.

Under the wildness that stirred inside without a moment’s rest, Ji-an’s only choice was to succumb to the pleasure he brought and cry and scream.

At first, Ji-an’s genitals, which had been spitting out thick white fluid, only produced droplets of clear fluid, and nothing came out properly. Ji-an could not accept it, but the omega’s body, which had already opened its body to the alpha and accepted his thick semen, began to become even more excited at the sign of the imminent climax.

Ji-an, who was pushed back onto the bed by the force that crushed his insides and then retreated again, tried to escape by twisting his waist and upper body, but all his attempts were in vain. Rather, as if he had stimulated him more, Ji-an, who had his  body turned over with his genitals on display, accepted him like a beast. His limp upper body collapsed, and Ji-an’s hands, which had been caught by the opponent’s hands and had only raised his buttocks, trembled. The memories that had been forcibly injected were a fear close to death.

The opponent’s balls, which had been dangling in his thrusts, slapped against Ji-an’s perineum and the balls that were hanging down, and the hole, overflowing with love juice, was gaping wide open and clenching down on the c*ck. Ji-an’s lower body, covered in darkness, was completely red, and on top of it, a milky fluid was sticky.

“Ahhhh… … . Huff… … Huff… … Huff.”

Ji-an’s breathing stopped the moment something hot covered his completely exposed back. Instead of the suffocating pain that had been pressing down on the back of his head and the nape of his neck at once, he felt the opponent’s lips near the anti-imprint necklace.

The hot body heat and musk scent flowing from the opponent clinging to his back enveloped Ji-an. He felt disgusting and scared. Ji-an, who thought he was no different from a horny animal, would urgently hold his nose even if he smelled the faint musk scent of someone who happened to pass by.

But now, he was craving that pheromone. The moment the other person’s rough breath spread across the nape of his neck and his teeth sank into his shoulder, the other person’s c*ck, which had been filling Ji-an’s hole without a single gap, began to slowly swell.

“No… … Hah… … . No. It hurts… … It hurts… … .”

Ji-an, who couldn’t move because of the other person who had completely covered him, cried out again. As if there were no limits, Ji-an’s delicate insides stretched to fit the other person, and all of the pain was Ji-an’s share.

And hot liquid began to pour out of the hole that was tightly interlocked with the glans.

* * *

Even with his eyes closed, what Ji-an saw was darkness.  

The body of the man behind him pressed against his back, consistently pushing down before vanishing. The lewd and fierce musk scent, which seemed as if it would tear him apart, lost its strength and softly lingered at the tip of his nose.  

As he inhaled, it naturally filled his lungs, and when he exhaled, it escaped as if it had never existed.  

Ji-an’s face, supported by strong arms around his head and neck, showed no negative emotions like fear, irritation, or discomfort.  

The darkness when he was alone was frightening, but the darkness now was neither scary nor fearful.  

Exhausted from the act, Ji-an gently touched the forearm of the man wrapping around his waist. He felt the solid muscle and veins.  

Ah. Not completely. After all, he still had latex gloves on his hands.  

As his hand moved down the forearm, it wrapped around the loosely splayed back of the man’s hand. It was much larger than his own hand. Accepting the soft breath that tickled his hair, Ji-an enjoyed this moment but realized he didn’t have much time left.  

The man would be coming in soon.  

At first, it was a time of pain and fear. The man’s visits were erratic, and the situation felt no different from being kidnapped. When Ji-an opened his eyes, he found himself violated by this man, and when he opened them again, he was back in the hospital.  

Two weeks, two months, three weeks, one month. His encounters with this man, which had been chaotic, gradually became regular. Now, in his fourth year, Ji-an met him again after four months.  

Had he even shared a proper conversation with this man? He didn’t know his face, his name, his age, how tall he was, what his usual voice sounded like, what colors he liked, or what music he enjoyed.  

All he knew was the man’s style in bed.  

Whether he had adapted to this rough beast who rampaged or the man had adapted to him didn’t matter. At least he no longer tore Ji-an’s body apart violently as he did at first.  

At some point, Ji-an stopped avoiding Sang-hoon’s calls. When he summoned Ji-an, he would go to that place, shower, put on gloves, wear an anti-tracing necklace, blindfold himself, and walk into the man’s room.  

Once inside, the ferocious pheromones calmed down a bit. After waiting for the musk scent to envelop him completely, Ji-an would slightly raise his hands. Sometimes he started leaning against the door, sometimes on the bed, or even at a table.  

He didn’t expect the man to release him from behind. Sometimes he even enjoyed the sensation of him entering roughly when he was not fully prepared. If someone were to say he had become a pervert, there would be no excuse.  

When the intervals between the man’s summons grew longer, there were times when he thought he wanted to meet him first. Slowly trailing the lingering sensations of their encounters, Ji-an turned his body slowly in the man’s embrace. He faced the man easily, thanks to him loosening his body slightly in response to Ji-an’s movements, but all he saw was darkness.  

With his gloved hand moving cautiously in the air, Ji-an touched the man’s nose and swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth. Since he knew where the man’s nose was… the hesitation in Ji-an’s movements was concealed by the thick darkness.  

As he tilted his head back, the man’s breath drew nearer.  

Letting go of his lower lip that he had been biting, Ji-an’s lips touched the man’s lips. As he leaned in closer, their lips softly pressed together.  

After spending so many nights together, this was their first kiss. It felt soft, warm, and gentle. Those lips that had always bitten or aggressively sucked him were now tender…  

Click.  

The sound of the door opening without a knock made Ji-an quickly pull back and close his eyes. The carpet muffled the approaching footsteps.  

He heard rustling sounds, and the arms that had been wrapped around him were removed. The cold sheets touched his body as someone lifted him into their embrace. And the moment he entered the room, the blindfold he had thrown off was placed back on. As he was held in the arms of a stranger and taken out of the space, Ji-an continued to pretend to be asleep.

* * *

“You can just relax and leave when you’re ready.”  

Ji-an stared at Sang-hoon’s face before slightly turning his head to point in one direction. Sang-hoon, noticing the old phone on the table in one corner of the hospital room, said, “I almost forgot,” as he picked up the means of communication with Ji-an.  

“Now, there’s really nothing more to see, right?”  

“Yes.”  

“I hope we never see each other again.”  

Instead of responding, Ji-an turned his body to watch the man leave the room. As the door closed, he slowly rose from the bed. Picking up his phone to check his bank app, Ji-an’s lips curled slightly upward.  

**Balance: 54,892 won**  

Below the balance of his usual account, he could see the balance of another account.  

**Balance: 500,000,000 won**  

“Ha… exactly five hundred million.”  

Since that first day, he hadn’t touched this money, no matter what happened. Even with a negative bank balance, the untouched money had grown to five hundred million over four years. It was obvious that the man knew he hadn’t spent a single won of it.  

He remembered that there had been a few tens or hundreds of won in interest.  

Letting his legs dangle over the side of the bed, Ji-an looked out the window. The hospital’s special room was nicer than his own home. Looking at the brightly colored autumn leaves, he realized it was fall.  

His aunt, who had been going in and out of the hospital for repeated admissions, surgeries, and discharges, had passed away last month, and oddly enough, it was the other side that had informed him they were ending this contractual relationship. Last night had been the last time…  

“Why am I like this? Am I crazy?”  

He had no one to care for or protect, and the person he had to lean on and let his guard down around was gone.  

What should he do? He had graduated last spring. He was looking for a job, but to be honest, he wasn’t actively seeking employment. With his aunt gone, he didn’t know when he would be going back to the hospital, and he didn’t know when he would hear from the man again.  

“What should I do?”  

Staring blankly at the autumn leaves outside, Ji-an lifted his hand to scratch his itchy cheek. It was then he realized he was crying. He hadn’t cried when his aunt died. He hadn’t cried while following the procedures for cremation and carrying out her last wishes for a tree burial.  

He didn’t even want to cry, but as the tears kept flowing, he wiped them away with his hands a few times before finding it too bothersome and just sitting there. The blue sky and the beautiful, colorful leaves appeared hazy before becoming clear again, but he didn’t pay attention to such things.  

He watched as the bright blue sky turned red, then purple, and finally dark blue.  

Only when he saw the moon, which could be either a waxing or waning crescent, slightly visible in complete darkness, did Ji-an lower his legs from the bed and place his feet on the floor.