Chapter 82

Gi-hyeon let out a soft laugh. His eyes crinkled into half-moons. It was a laugh of pure, genuine release.

The teardrop from Yeon-oh that had been clinging to the corner of Gi-hyeon’s eye finally broke free and rolled down his temple. It was an impossibly exquisite tear; an observer wouldn’t be able to tell who was actually crying.

“Ugh—!”

Confronted by Gi-hyeon’s genuine smile, the tip of Yeon-oh’s cock suddenly erupted, violently unleashing something that was decidedly not semen. Operating on pure reflex, a panicked Yeon-oh attempted to yank his cock out. However, as he jerked his pelvis back, Gi-hyeon’s calves reflexively clamped around his waist, forcing Yeon-oh to drive himself even deeper to avoid twisting Gi-hyeon’s injured ankle.

“Hk…!”

“Wait, hold on… I need to pull this out immediately, ugh—!”

Yeon-oh frantically tried to retreat, but the inner walls convulsed violently, fiercely milking his cock. Defeated, Yeon-oh gasped and dropped his head, burying his face in the crook of Gi-hyeon’s neck. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, the tears that had been pooling violently cascaded down.

Overwhelmed by the agonizingly intense pleasure, Gi-hyeon writhed and moaned incoherently, “Nnn, ngh…” The desperate, breathless whimpers were so intolerably erotic that Yeon-oh had to summon every microscopic ounce of his willpower to prevent his cock from autonomously expanding inside the tight channel.

Why the fuck are you smiling? Yeon-oh simply couldn’t comprehend Gi-hyeon’s sudden, radiant smile. He desperately wanted to demand an explanation, but the sensation of the soft inner walls rhythmically contracting around his cock was so agonizingly, mind-numbingly pleasurable that his brain was completely paralyzed.

The exact second he had breached So Gi-hyeon’s interior, Yeon-oh had experienced a terrifying epiphany. The reality he had spent years violently denying was no longer sustainable. The carefully constructed fortress he had guarded with his life had instantly, catastrophically collapsed the moment his cock sank into So Gi-hyeon.

The interior was an absolute sanctuary, yet simultaneously, it was the deepest circle of hell. Jo Yeon-oh had always believed that unlike normal humans composed of simple organic matter, he had been fundamentally forged from the pure, concentrated malice bequeathed to him by Jo Seong-heon.

Consequently, Yeon-oh had dedicated his entire existence to empirically proving he was fundamentally different from his degenerate father. Jo Yeon-oh was exclusively mandated to date Omega women; even if he degraded himself by dating a Beta, they absolutely could not be male. That was his unwritten, inviolable law.

And the man currently pinned beneath him violently negated every single one of those conditions. He was constructed entirely of elements Jo Yeon-oh was biologically mandated to reject and abhor. Jo Yeon-oh absolutely should not have accepted So Gi-hyeon.

Yet, seven years ago, knowing all of this, Yeon-oh had stubbornly forced the issue.

He simply couldn’t let So Gi-hyeon go. Gi-hyeon, who was always trying to slip away, had seemed poised to abandon him forever that day. Blinded by rage and desperation, Yeon-oh had violently seized Gi-hyeon by the scruff of the neck and dragged him down into the abyss with him.

And then, miraculously, that hell had become survivable. The past seven years had been a suffocating purgatory, yet simply enduring it alongside Gi-hyeon had been profoundly satisfying.

“Hey, you, ugh… What did you do… inside me… It feels weird. I think, I think the condom broke. …Wait, did you seriously just piss inside me?”

Staring up at him with a face drained of all color, Gi-hyeon’s terrified accusation caused the cock that had literally just unloaded to violently twitch and rapidly expand again.

“…No, it’s just… pheromones mixed with pre-cum… I’ll clean it out for you later.”

His mind was so utterly fried he barely registered the words leaving his own mouth. Yeon-oh desperately heaved his chest, fighting to regulate his chaotic, ragged breathing, but it was an impossible task.

The sheer, exhilarating realization that he had pumped something other than semen deep inside So Gi-hyeon’s body made him feel like he could climax again instantly. Or perhaps he should let his glans expand to the size of a fist, violently plugging the entrance permanently so that whatever he had just unleashed could never escape, leaving the inner walls eternally saturated in his fluids…

However, if he actually initiated a knotting sequence right now, Gi-hyeon would undoubtedly rip his hair out in a hysterical panic, terrified for the bastard child currently occupying his womb. Yeon-oh desperately wanted to suppress his grotesque urges, but it was agonizingly difficult. He had been doing so well; he thought he had perfect control. But So Gi-hyeon’s physical body was infinitely more intoxicating and obscenely erotic than his wildest, most depraved fantasies.

The most recent wet dream he had suffered was the closest approximation to the reality of fucking So Gi-hyeon. All the previous fantasies had been absolute garbage in comparison. It was like a man who had survived exclusively on cheap, artificial sweeteners suddenly being force-fed premium vanilla bean syrup drizzled over shaved ice; the absolute, transcendent ecstasy coating his tongue was currently violently thrashing his entire nervous system.

Caught between a violently surging wave of self-disgust and a throbbing, insatiable lust, Jo Yeon-oh was hovering on the absolute brink of insanity. His rational mind was screaming at him to regain control. Of course, his body treated that warning with profound contempt. His hips were already resuming a slow, methodical, relentless rhythm, driving deep inside.

A wet, sloppy schlick echoed from the point of connection. The fluid he had blasted deep against the cervix was now steadily leaking out, coaxed by the relentless friction of his thrusting cock. He had suspected it was too tight; the condom had definitively ruptured.

Even fully aware that he was wearing an expression of absolute, pathetic desperation as he pumped his hips, Yeon-oh simply couldn’t stop. Someone in the room was panting loudly, the ragged, harsh breaths of an animal entirely enslaved by lust, violently addicted to burying its cock into a hole.

Yeon-oh realized the pathetic sounds were coming from his own mouth, but he was utterly powerless to silence them. He bit his lip hard to suppress the foul curses threatening to spill out. He genuinely just wanted to relentlessly pound his cock into So Gi-hyeon until he fucking died.

Ultimately, the only shred of control his rational mind could exert over his rebellious body was to brace his arms firmly beside Gi-hyeon’s body and restrict his thrusts to a slow, shallow grind, desperately trying to avoid impacting Gi-hyeon’s lower abdomen.

As long as I keep the pace slow, it won’t be dangerous, he rationalized. …Couldn’t I go a little deeper? If I violently carve out his insides and unleash my cum directly into the womb carrying some unknown bastard’s kid, maybe he’d get pregnant with my child instead? Yeon-oh was so far gone he didn’t even recognize the sheer psychotic depravity of his own thoughts.

The sight of the final tear clinging to his eyelash plummeting directly onto Gi-hyeon’s pale solar plexus caused his already engorged cock to swell even further. If he kept this up, he would inevitably trigger a knot. He had to finish this, he had to stop… He needed to abort this idiotic, catastrophic mistake immediately.

He had no fucking idea what deranged logic Gi-hyeon—the idiot who loved to internalize everything and execute his own psychotic conclusions—had used to justify proposing they sleep together, but Yeon-oh felt a desperate, agonizing need to empirically prove his worth. Even if he articulated the millions of reasons why he could never let Gi-hyeon go, he knew Gi-hyeon would inevitably try to abandon him anyway. Therefore, he believed he had to physically brand the truth onto him…

But the interior of So Gi-hyeon was so breathtakingly, unimaginably exquisite that ‘good’ was a pathetic understatement. And Jo Yeon-oh, currently burying his cock into Gi-hyeon while forcing the man’s legs wide open, was so unspeakably, pathetically wretched that words failed to capture his degradation.

He was Jo Seong-heon’s son. Jo Seong-heon’s hollow shell. A pathetic loser biologically, legally, and socially mandated to inherit every single one of Jo Seong-heon’s repulsive traits.

In the exact moment he buried himself inside So Gi-hyeon, Yeon-oh realized that everything he had spent his entire life desperately fighting to protect had been annihilated, plunging him instantly into the abyss.

This was precisely why he had spent years aggressively ignoring the truth. He had fought with every ounce of his being not to acknowledge it. He had treated the friend who confessed to him like a deranged psychopath.

Yet, why did the culmination of all that agonizing effort result in such a horrific, filthy gutter?

This was a future he had never predicted.

A swamp he had never planned to drown in.

“Ugh, Gi-hyeon, Gi-hyeon… Ah…”

“Wait, it feels weird inside, ah—. Hk, hng…”

Having blasted a concentrated dose of dominant pheromones directly against his inner walls, the interior was apparently tingling unbearably, prompting Gi-hyeon to instinctively writhe his hips in desperate pursuit of relief. Every time Gi-hyeon ground his pelvis upward, the muscles of his inner thighs flexed, creating sharp, vertical definition. Yeon-oh wanted nothing more than to bury his face into those violent, rigid lines and die.

Gi-hyeon, does it feel good? You twitch whenever I hit this spot—does this feel good? Or where else, tell me. Tell me, please. Please, So Gi-hyeon, mold me so I can only ever give you what feels good. 

Sparks exploded across Yeon-oh’s vision. He was terrified something fundamental was about to end, his insides burning to ash. He knew he was terrified, but unable to identify the source of the dread, he was powerless to stop it.

There was a specific angle where, if he pressed his glans firmly against the wall and thrust, Gi-hyeon would violently convulse in pleasure. Yeon-oh harbored the deranged, desperate desire to shove his entire existence deep inside So Gi-hyeon. Grinding his hips over the man he loved felt terrifyingly alien, yet he was completely incapable of stopping. He just wanted to be closer. Just a microscopic fraction closer.

“Hk—! Ah…!”

When Yeon-oh abruptly yanked his cock out, the sudden friction of the glans scraping against his prostate caused the muscles in Gi-hyeon’s right thigh to violently spasm. Pressing down firmly to massage the cramp, Yeon-oh used his free hand to rip the shredded condom off his shaft.

As suspected, it had definitively ruptured; the reservoir tip that should have contained his fluids was completely empty. He tossed the ruined latex away without a second thought. The wet, sticky slap of the condom hitting the floor sounded unusually loud. Aligning his glans with the impossibly slick, dripping entrance, Yeon-oh drove his bare cock deep inside.

“Ah, ugh… Hah—!”

The brutally swollen glans scraped aggressively against the inner walls upon re-entry. The incredibly smooth, searingly hot interior eagerly welcomed him back. Attempting to obliterate every microscopic millimeter of space between his massively engorged cock and the vaginal walls, the forceful collision of their bodies caused the mixture of slick and cum pooling at the entrance to explode outward with a wet squelch. He felt a fierce, possessive regret watching the fluids leak out; he wanted to empty every single drop of his cum deep inside. If I completely saturate his insides with my cum, So Gi-hyeon will permanently reek of Jo Yeon-oh. No other bastard would ever dare look twice at him.

Operating as a dominant Omega, Gi-hyeon was violently triggering every single instinct encoded into Jo Yeon-oh as a dominant Alpha. From the desperately clutching inner walls to the flushed, feverish temples. Entirely forgetting the agonizing restraint he had exercised over the past seven years—terrified to even press a chaste kiss to Gi-hyeon’s cheek—Yeon-oh dropped his head, aggressively showering Gi-hyeon’s face with desperate, bruising kisses.

“Nnn, wait, this is too much… Ah, the baby…”

“The baby? Hk, hng… The baby, why… It’s sleeping perfectly fine, so why, hm?”

While his hand gently stroked Gi-hyeon’s lower abdomen in a token effort to soothe his anxiety, Yeon-oh was so completely, violently consumed by the act of burying his cock deep inside that he didn’t even register the sharp, wet slaps echoing in the room as his pelvis repeatedly smashed against Gi-hyeon’s firm thighs, bruising the skin a violent red.

“Ah, inside, hng… It tickles, it tickles so much… Ugh—!”

“It tickles? Hah, ugh… Should I scratch it for you with my dick? Hm, Gi-hyeon? Where is it, tell me. …Ah, fuck—.”

Neither man truly comprehended the words they were frantically exchanging. Gi-hyeon was entirely ignorant of the specific, overwhelming pheromones a dominant Alpha involuntarily unleashed when they finally claimed an Omega they desperately wanted to impregnate, and Jo Yeon-oh was equally clueless.

After all, this was the absolute first time he had ever experienced it.

The only thought dominating Jo Yeon-oh’s mind was an overwhelming, desperate urge to keep his dick swollen so his cum wouldn’t leak out of the inside. So Gi-hyeon’s pale thighs, the plump muscles of his chest that looked as soft as unbaked bread dough, the deep, vertical slit of his navel, the smooth, hairless lower abdomen, his apricot-colored cock glistening with pre-cum like fruit glazed in sugar syrup… So Gi-hyeon.

Every single microscopic detail of So Gi-hyeon.

As he gripped Gi-hyeon’s pelvis, thrusting deep from below, Yeon-oh dipped his head, intent on biting into the pectoral muscles that jiggled slightly with every impact.

“The baby, the baby…! You’re crushing the baby!”

Startled, Gi-hyeon frantically pounded his fists against Yeon-oh’s chest and arms. He threw a surprisingly heavy punch, but despite the sting, Yeon-oh merely mumbled a dazed, “Sorry, I’m sorry,” bracing his forearms firmly beside Gi-hyeon’s ribcage to support his weight before lowering his head to swallow a nipple.

Rolling the swollen peak over his tongue tasted impossibly, intoxicatingly sweet. Does his entire body taste like this? Even when he had his tongue buried in Gi-hyeon’s hole, the slick had been so sickeningly sweet it drove him crazy. What other bastard got to taste this besides me? To get him pregnant, they must have fucked him for a long time, and often…

Yeon-oh wanted to die. He wanted to murder the pathetic version of himself who had neglected Gi-hyeon until he resorted to such insanity. He wanted to kill the current version of himself, who was nothing more than a hollow, repulsive shell of Jo Seong-heon. He wanted to slaughter the degenerate animal inside him that was currently humping So Gi-hyeon with such ecstatic, sickening joy. Over and over and over again.

“Gi-hyeon… So Gi-hyeon…”

If he killed all those versions of himself, the only thing left would be a pathetic beggar, pressing his lips against Gi-hyeon’s earlobe, desperately trying to squeeze out a plea that refused to vocalize. He wanted Gi-hyeon to do something—anything—to him. He think he might have even prayed for Gi-hyeon to strangle him.

Driven over the edge by that dark thought, Yeon-oh climaxed.

Scooping up a completely boneless Gi-hyeon, Yeon-oh carried him out of the bedroom. He dropped him onto the sofa, pounding into him from above. When Gi-hyeon cried that the angle was pressing on his stomach, Yeon-oh hauled him up, pressing him against the window to take him from behind, soothing him when he sobbed that it was too deep.

“I’ll only put half in. Just half.”

“Stop your fucking bullshit! Even half is too big—!”

Without realizing it, Gi-hyeon was crying, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, which were completely glazed over with pleasure.

The sight was so agonizingly beautiful that Yeon-oh cupped his face, frantically licking away every single teardrop. Don’t cry, So Gi-hyeon. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Watching Gi-hyeon cry because of him felt far too obscenely good. It was a stark contrast to Gi-hyeon begging him not to cry earlier, but Yeon-oh couldn’t help it.

He was a degenerate mongrel carrying the cursed blood of that son of a bitch Jo Seong-heon. It was far too late to simply ‘cherish’ Gi-hyeon, and if he didn’t bury himself deep inside him right now, he felt like his dick was going to literally explode.

“Feel it yourself. See, there’s this much left outside, right? I’ll only go this deep.”

Grabbing Gi-hyeon’s hand, Yeon-oh guided it back to feel the point of connection. Weeping from the relentless, overwhelming pleasure, Gi-hyeon immediately yanked his hand away, sobbing at him to stop playing tricks. Caught in a lie, Yeon-oh found the situation hilarious. Gi-hyeon’s absolute disgust only fueled his own twisted joy. Burying his face in the nape of Gi-hyeon’s neck, Yeon-oh giggled darkly, shedding a few tears of his own.

Something inside Jo Yeon-oh finally snapped and plummeted. He briefly considered looking down at whatever had shattered, but quickly abandoned the thought. …Even if I knew what it was, I wouldn’t be able to put it back together anyway. Yeon-oh surrendered to the inevitable with agonizing difficulty.

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