Chapter 33

“Ah, no… please…”

“You really do look exactly like our Gi-hyeon.”

Jo Yeon-oh repeated that phrase incessantly. He murmured it when he brushed his erection against Gi-hyeon’s lower half, and he cooed it when he bit and sucked at Gi-hyeon’s nipples, calling them cute when they hardened before grinding his own glans against the peaks. He repeated it when he brutally grabbed Gi-hyeon by the hair, forcing his head up to make eye contact, and again when he buried his nose against Gi-hyeon’s drenched perineum, sniffing deeply and whispering that it tasted like sugar-drenched fruit.

“Stop, stop it, you fucking bastard…!”

“See, even that filthy mouth. He’s exactly like that. But normally, the dreams aren’t this vivid.”

Even when Gi-hyeon lashed out, violently kicking Yeon-oh’s chest with his uninjured foot, the Alpha simply caught the flailing ankle with casual ease. Pinning it down, he began grinding his erection into the hollow right next to Gi-hyeon’s Achilles tendon. Yet, even amidst the assault, Yeon-oh was terrifyingly careful not to aggravate Gi-hyeon’s ruined ankle—a twisted display of consideration that made Gi-hyeon’s chest ache so fiercely he couldn’t breathe.

The cock grinding against his ankle radiated a blistering heat. It was significantly larger and thicker than his own, a brutally vicious thing bulging with thick veins, yet the actual sensation of it sliding against his skin was maddeningly smooth. It drove Gi-hyeon insane because he genuinely couldn’t decipher whether he despised the feeling or craved it.

“Ah, fuck, this feels so fucking good. You like it too?”

His voice dripped with raw, unadulterated lust. Having never imagined Jo Yeon-oh was even capable of making such a sound, the mere timbre of his voice was enough to make Gi-hyeon’s perineum throb with a heavy ache.

As Yeon-oh thrust his hips, grinding his glans against the ankle bone and pressing his heavy shaft into the Achilles tendon, he tilted his head back, panting heavily as he repeatedly licked his lower lip. Witnessing this ferally aroused side of him for the very first time, Gi-hyeon felt like he was losing his mind. It felt as though an unquenchable ember was constantly smoldering somewhere deep inside him. Yet, acting as if Gi-hyeon’s panicked state was completely irrelevant, Yeon-oh spoke again.

“Then that means this is all a dream, right?”

At those words, Gi-hyeon’s frantic resistance ground to a halt. “…What?”

“Isn’t it? There’s no way our Gi-hyeon would soak himself down here and leak such a ridiculously slutty scent.”

As if poking at a fascinating toy, Yeon-oh reached down and pressed his thumb deeply into Gi-hyeon’s perineum. He wiped the viscous slick onto Gi-hyeon’s thigh, chuckling darkly as a narrow trail of clear, wet fluid formed. Gi-hyeon could only open and close his mouth in stunned silence. His body felt impossibly heavy, burning with an unrelenting heat and a maddening itch. The strength required to shove Yeon-oh away and run simply refused to return.

Trapped before the predator who had pinned his ankle, disabling any chance of escape, Jo Yeon-oh smiled. He gripped the unbroken ankle with such terrifying force that it left livid handprints, as if he wanted to snap it completely. Just like the unrestrained thrusts of his hips, Yeon-oh acted with absolute disrespect, devoid of any agony or consideration for his partner. It was as if the Jo Yeon-oh that Gi-hyeon knew had been neatly taken off along with his clothes at the bedroom door. The man he loved spoke with a tone that implied he had absolutely zero interest in anything other than grinding his cock against Gi-hyeon’s ankle.

“I’m saying it’s fine because it’s a dream. Fucking you raw, pumping you completely full of my cum. It’s all fine because it’s a dream.” He paused, his eyes dark. “Because you aren’t So Gi-hyeon.”

What exactly did that mean? Did it mean that if he were the real So Gi-hyeon, Yeon-oh would never subject him to this? Or did it mean that the real So Gi-hyeon fundamentally could not exist on this bed in such a state? Gi-hyeon desperately tried to calculate which interpretation was more fucked up, but his oldest lover knew him far too intimately even in a moment like this.

“So stop thinking, and let’s do something else. I’ve been wanting to taste your fucking slick since earlier. I’m curious what it tastes like.”

Grabbing both of Gi-hyeon’s ankles, Yeon-oh violently yanked his legs apart. The sight of the Alpha’s erection swaying heavily from the recoil didn’t even register as humiliating compared to what followed. Yeon-oh blew a soft breath directly between Gi-hyeon’s spread legs. The sensitive flesh, drenched in slick, shivered as the cool air hit it.

“I’m saying let’s have a really good dream.”

Gi-hyeon didn’t answer, entirely unsure whose good dream this was supposed to be. But squeezing his eyes shut did nothing to erase the sensory overload. Suddenly, Yeon-oh reached out and grabbed Gi-hyeon’s cock.

Gasp! It felt as though his entire abdominal wall violently contracted in shock. Gi-hyeon’s large eyes fluttered wildly, though he couldn’t see a thing through the blinding panic. As the pad of Yeon-oh’s thumb slowly stroked his corona before persistently rubbing his urethral opening, Gi-hyeon could only tremble violently. Having never had another person hold his erection before, the sheer intensity of the sensation was unbearable.

“Your reaction is fascinating. Would Gi-hyeon be like this too?”

Gi-hyeon couldn’t scream that he was the Gi-hyeon he was looking for, even if someone put a gun to his head. Even through his dizzying haze, he realized something was fundamentally wrong with Yeon-oh. The Alpha seemed almost intoxicated, his mind clearly fractured, yet Gi-hyeon knew Yeon-oh’s drinking habits perfectly; he never acted like this. The bizarre discrepancy only amplified his confusion.

Furthermore, another terrifying realization dawned on him. The thick, suffocating air that had flooded the room the second Yeon-oh walked in, the heavy scent clinging to his skin—it was undeniably the pheromones of an Alpha in a rut, something So Gi-hyeon had never experienced in his entire life.

But how? So Gi-hyeon was born a Beta and had lived exclusively as a Beta for thirty years. While rare cases existed of adolescents late-blooming into Alphas or Omegas, the idea that a fully grown, thirty-year-old man had suddenly manifested as something other than a Beta was utterly incomprehensible.

If that was the case, then what exactly was the fluid currently soaking his backside? Overcome by a dizzying wave of terror, he squeezed his eyelids shut. But he instantly regretted the small reflex. Closing his eyes to escape the unbearable reality only hyper-focused his senses, making the sensation of Yeon-oh stroking his cock terrifyingly vivid. Yeon-oh was still fondling him, his touch brutally persistent.

Occasionally, Yeon-oh lowered his head, staring intensely at Gi-hyeon’s erection, his gaze sliding over the flesh like a physical tongue. Gi-hyeon reached out, desperately trying to shove the bastard’s forehead away, but he was entirely powerless. Mocking his futile attempts, Yeon-oh hovered his lips mere millimeters from Gi-hyeon’s cock and chuckled darkly.

“Ah, so it grew into this shape. It grew up handsome, didn’t it?”

It was pure, unadulterated madness. Hearing Jo Yeon-oh call his dick handsome completely incinerated the last remaining shred of Gi-hyeon’s sanity. Furrowing his brow, he clawed at the hand gripping his erection, failing entirely to pry the fingers loose.

“…Let go, you fucking bastard.”

“It’s amazing how even the voice is exactly the same.”

It was a thoroughly incomprehensible response. Snickering to himself, Yeon-oh’s hand began to slowly stroke the length of Gi-hyeon’s shaft.

“Ah…!”

Flinching violently, Gi-hyeon threw his head back. A constellation of stars exploded behind his eyelids. Whether it was because he hadn’t masturbated in so long, or simply because it was Jo Yeon-oh touching him, the sensation was profoundly wrong. His groin felt like it was engulfed in flames, and his perineum ached with a heavy, throbbing pressure. Trembling from head to toe, Gi-hyeon desperately tried to escape.

Just moments ago, Yeon-oh had pinned him face-down over the console to violate him from behind, and now he had dragged him onto the bed, touching him everywhere. It was pure torture. Driven entirely by the instinct to flee, Gi-hyeon flipped his feverish body over and desperately clawed his way toward the headboard. Watching the pathetic retreat, Yeon-oh let out a dry smirk.

“Why? You don’t like me touching your dick? Then where should I touch you? Want me to suck your nipples?”

It was a terrifyingly sweet voice. The exact same affectionate, domestic tone Yeon-oh used when he was in a good mood, wrapping his arms around Gi-hyeon’s waist and whispering that he would cook for him before he left. The nauseating dissonance between the foreign skin violating his erection and the tender voice whispering in his ear made Gi-hyeon shake violently, yet he refused to stop clawing at the mattress, determined to crawl away.

That is, until his uninjured ankle was caught, and he was dragged ruthlessly back down the bed. Startled, Gi-hyeon thrashed wildly.

“…I said, let go—!”

Channeling every ounce of strength into his legs, he aimed a vicious kick directly at Yeon-oh’s abdomen. Blocking the strike effortlessly with one hand, Yeon-oh clicked his tongue.

“Even the garbage personality is identical.”

With that, Yeon-oh re-captured the erection that had slipped from his grasp during the struggle. Before Gi-hyeon could even formulate a protest, Yeon-oh began aggressively pumping the shaft, violently milking it.

“Ah—! Hng…”

The shock stole the breath from his lungs. The muscles in Gi-hyeon’s inner thighs involuntarily clamped tight. Stroking the engorged column, Yeon-oh rubbed his thumb in slow circles over the urethral opening, smoothly spreading the drops of pre-cum that had begun to leak. Without missing a beat, he spat directly onto Gi-hyeon’s cock.

“What are you…”

He had barely managed to ask what the hell the bastard was doing when Yeon-oh resumed stroking without a word of explanation. A slick, wet squelching sound echoed through the room as Yeon-oh’s saliva served as a vicious lubricant.

“W-wait, no—. Don’t, you can’t do this…!”

Thick veins bulged across Gi-hyeon’s lower abdomen and forehead. He reached out to physically stop the violation, but Yeon-oh merely caught both of his wrists effortlessly in one hand. Gi-hyeon simply couldn’t process the reality that Jo Yeon-oh was currently kneeling between his legs, aggressively jacking him off.

Smiling as if genuinely delighted, Yeon-oh murmured. “It’s really vivid today. I dream about you all the time, but it’s never been this clear.”

“Hah, ah—! Ahng… N-no, stop—.”

“…It is weird, isn’t it? Me dreaming about you, I mean.”

The obscene, squelching sounds grew faster and infinitely wetter. Gi-hyeon’s cock felt like it was practically melting from the friction. The pheromones laced within the Alpha’s saliva acted as a potent aphrodisiac the moment they absorbed into the sensitive flesh, driving Gi-hyeon toward a terrifying, despairing climax. Utterly ignorant of Omegaverse biology, Gi-hyeon had no idea what was happening to him, but his ignorance didn’t diminish the physiological effects. He writhed helplessly as his urethra throbbed with a maddening pulse.

To make matters worse, as Yeon-oh’s saliva seeped directly into the slit, Gi-hyeon felt as though ten thousand silken feathers were brushing exquisitely against his exposed nerves. Completely overwhelmed, the muscles in his inner thighs merely shuddered in a continuous, violent spasm.

As Gi-hyeon’s pre-cum mixed flawlessly with Yeon-oh’s saliva, the fluid pooled at the base of his shaft where it met the scrotum, eventually sliding down the slick skin to pool against his perineum, causing his insides to clench and throb with a desperate ache. Neither of the two men currently tangled in the sheets realized that Gi-hyeon’s body had fully mutated to sexually respond to an Alpha.