Chapter 17

“Ah! Hhh…”

The acute pleasure gathered at his core before surging outward with enough force to rattle his entire body.

“Don’t… hhh…”

Jaeha tried to knock away the large hand ruthlessly pinching and tugging at his nipple, but his arms had been stripped of nearly all their strength. He had never imagined that particular part of his body could be stimulated so intensely. He could not understand why blood rushed there the instant Taegeon pinched him, igniting an agonizing, desperate itch beneath his skin.

Suck. Smack.

It was inconceivable that the wet, visceral sound of a crevice, drenched in something thick and viscous, could be coming from between his own legs. He could not comprehend why that forbidden place was becoming so desperately wet.

As though he could hear every denial winding through Jaeha’s mind, Taegeon lowered his voice to a guttural rasp. “Let’s stop pretending you’re coy. You’re soaked here, too. Your mouth says one thing, but your body is showing me the fucking truth.”

Only moments earlier, the way Taegeon had breathed Jaeha’s name had sounded deceptively gentle. Now, he brought his palm down sharply against Jaeha’s bare buttock, disciplining him like a spoiled brat. Searing heat flared across a place that had never been struck, not even during childhood, and the sheer unfamiliarity of it left Jaeha profoundly bewildered.

Yet that psychological shock was eclipsed by the violent twitch of his own member as it slapped wetly against his abdomen. The glans was coated in an unfamiliar, transparent fluid, producing lewd, obscene sounds with every involuntary movement.

“Wai… wait, Director Jang…”

Before he could offer any meaningful resistance, something thick pressed farther inside him and stirred deep within his body. It felt so impossibly substantial that Jaeha assumed Taegeon had already penetrated him. A frantic glance downward, however, revealed that the Alpha’s cock was still outside, erect with a terrifying, monstrous intensity.

If that isn’t what’s inside me… then what is?

Jaeha blinked through eyes clouded with carnal heat. Taegeon licked his lower lip before offering an explanation in a tone of vicious kindness.

“It’s only my fingers. Look at you, whining when you can barely take two. You’re unbelievably tight, Jaeha.”

Fingers…?

They felt far too thick to be mere fingers.

Jaeha shook his head violently, rubbing his scalp against the bedsheets as he struggled to process the overwhelming flood of sensation. The room was saturated with a chaotic blend of scents. His natural pheromone signature carried the distinct aroma of an ash tree, crisp and austere, like dew clinging to damp branches, without the faintest trace of sweetness or flowers.

Yet the atmosphere had changed completely.

The air was suffocatingly dense with the scent of forsythia.

Even through the feverish haze, Jaeha recognized the scientific impossibility. Once a person manifested, their pheromone signature remained fixed, regardless of whether they were an Alpha or an Omega. It was genetically immutable, as permanent as the color of one’s irises. The sudden fragrance of forsythia emanating from his body defied every principle he understood and left him utterly disoriented.

“Look at you, letting your mind wander.”

Clearly displeased by Jaeha’s lapse in attention, Taegeon drove his thick, heavily calloused fingers deeper. He twisted them with deliberate, devastating precision, using neither his nails nor any sharp edge. Instead, the blunt, fleshy pads of his fingers ground firmly against the sensitive, slightly raised bundle of nerves concealed within the inner wall.

The relentless circular pressure tore a gasp from Jaeha’s throat. His entire body convulsed against the mattress as a sharp, electrical jolt ripped through his nervous system. Something suddenly spurted from the tip of his own member, overwhelming every coherent thought.

Although he knew it should have been impossible, the sensation was so different from an ordinary orgasm that he could not stop himself from looking down. A stream of transparent fluid sprayed from the tip of his twitching cock in rhythmic, pulsing bursts.

“You can even fountain?” Taegeon mocked.

Another firm slap landed across Jaeha’s buttocks, almost like a reward given to an obedient pet.

Jaeha writhed beneath him, consumed by a humiliating wave of shame so profound that it seemed to crush his very soul. His body felt fundamentally defective. At first, he had convinced himself that he was merely suffering through an unusually volatile phase, but this sensation was completely foreign. It was too ticklish, too pliant, and far too submissive.

No matter how horrifying the conclusion seemed, he could find no other rational explanation for the agonizing pleasure consuming him. It had to be some inexplicable manifestation of his cycle.

Driven beyond the edge of his endurance, Jaeha blindly seized Taegeon’s thick wrist.

“M-my body feels strange… I think my rut has started. Could you just… get me a suppressant…?”

“Is that really what this is, Executive Director Lee Jaeha?” Taegeon’s voice dripped with saccharine, counterfeit gentleness. “Your rut cycle?”

Clinging desperately to the hope that a heavy dose of medication would resolve everything, Jaeha nodded again and again. The corners of his eyes had already grown hot and wet. He did not understand why he was crying. He only knew how to nod like a terrified child.

Taegeon stared down at him, an ominous glimmer darkening his eyes.

“Mine too.”

“What…?”

“I’m in rut too.” His mouth curved without warmth. “You ran away after devouring me last time, so I made certain not to take any suppressants this time. I’m going to fill you properly.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

Jaeha stared at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes.

Taegeon did not resemble an Alpha suffering through the throes of rut. Jaeha prided himself on being relentlessly rational, but he knew from experience that rut could pulverize even the most ironclad logic. It was a primal biological imperative capable of reducing a man to a beast governed by nothing but instinct and base desire.

Yet the towering Alpha above him appeared entirely unaffected, as though untouched by the mindless torment he claimed to be enduring.

Doubting him, Jaeha reflexively lowered his gaze. His eyes settled on Taegeon’s thick, engorged flesh.

“I-if that’s true… is that because of your rut…?”

The head of Taegeon’s cock was violently swollen, perfectly resembling the state of an Alpha preparing to knot. As Jaeha stared in horror, the massive length jerked sharply through the air. A transparent droplet trembled at the urethral opening before sliding down the slick shaft with the movement.

As a dominant Alpha, Jaeha knew that his own proportions were well above average. Even so, his endowment was insignificant beside Taegeon’s. That monstrosity demanded something far more primitive and vulgar than a detached clinical term such as organ.

“Is this your first time seeing a cock with beads implanted in it?”

Right.

‘Cock.’

The word suited such a brutal weapon far better.

Then the rest of Taegeon’s statement registered.

Wait—What?

Jaeha’s stare sharpened as his mind short-circuited, struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.

Just as Taegeon had declared, Jaeha had never encountered such a grotesque modification. Surgical pearls had been embedded directly beneath the skin of the shaft. Upon closer inspection, the flesh beneath the glans appeared unnaturally rounded, each protrusion arranged with artificial precision. The monstrous girth alone was enough to inspire terror, but the uneven line of implants transformed it into a weapon that seemed to belong to neither man nor natural beast.

Paralyzed by the sight, Jaeha could only watch as the blunt tip began to glisten more intensely.

The dark red, swollen glans grew slick with arousal, making the menacing contours of the implanted beads even more pronounced. The broad urethral opening pulsed, its circumference making Jaeha’s own seem humiliatingly small by comparison. Viscous pre-ejaculate welled from the opening and spilled in thick ribbons across the crowned head. Jaeha instinctively held his breath.

At the same moment, a sharp and maddening itch flared deep inside him.

He hasn’t even touched me with it. I’m only looking. Why the hell am I leaking like some desperate Omega?

Granted, Taegeon’s fingers were still driving mercilessly into him, but that was merely invasive foreplay. Jaeha had done nothing in return. He had only clung to Taegeon’s forearm in a desperate attempt to stop him, which made the fluid pouring from his body after such indirect stimulation utterly absurd.

Still, looking Taegeon in the eye and sincerely asking, Why is my body reacting like this? would have been even more humiliating.

Jaeha clamped his mouth shut.

Closing one large hand around his own slick length, Taegeon gave himself a single, deliberate stroke.

“Are you finished staring?”

His tone was almost offensively mundane, a frighteningly detached voice that stood in stark contrast to the sight of him calmly stroking a violently twitching erection in plain view. Yet the sheer psychological dominance carried in those words reignited every dormant nerve in Jaeha’s body.

Jaeha ruthlessly bit back the moan threatening to spill through his trembling lips. “Nngh…”

Taegeon extended the same hand he had just been using on himself and wrapped it firmly around Jaeha’s erection.

Already aching and painfully hard from raw excitement, Jaeha’s cock disappeared inside Taegeon’s calloused grip. The large palm felt slick and damp. For one dazed instant, Jaeha wondered why his hand was so wet, only to realize that the heavy moisture, along with the sensation that something inside him might slip loose at any moment, came entirely from his own arousal pooling around his perineum.

He gave a faint, defeated nod.

“Our Executive Director Lee Jaeha has such an exceptionally magnificent cock,” Taegeon praised, though a dark edge sharpened every word.

“…Hnngh.”

“What a shame it’s completely useless right now.”

He did not sound remotely regretful. If anything, the mockery in his voice carried a keen, sadistic excitement. His massive hand began moving slowly along Jaeha’s length.

Given the rough calluses, Jaeha had expected the friction to feel abrasive. Instead, the sensation was devastatingly smooth. As his hypersensitive skin yielded to the slick, grinding rhythm, blinding white sparks burst behind his eyelids.

The sheer humiliation of having Taegeon stroke him so thoroughly only drove his arousal higher. Unable to endure the exquisite torment, Jaeha thrust his hips desperately into the enclosing grip.

Taegeon sneered openly at the shameless movement. “Is that an old habit you picked up from wherever you usually stick this?”

“Ah, hng… That’s not it…” Jaeha sobbed.

“Then let’s make one thing perfectly clear.” The amusement vanished from Taegeon’s voice, leaving behind a low, dangerous growl. “If you ever think about putting this inside someone else, I might as well cut it off right now.”

“Nngh, wait… H-hic!”

“You look so fucking pretty like this. Cute, too.” Taegeon tightened his hold and shook Jaeha’s rigid length in his fist. “It makes me want to do this every now and then, so you’d better learn to behave.”

His voice dropped further, cold and absolute.

“Do you understand me, Executive Director?”

Pinned beneath the threat and the overwhelming pleasure, Jaeha found himself nodding frantically. He could not even form the words to explain that there was no one else, that there had only ever been Taegeon.

The brutal friction of Taegeon’s thumb silenced him completely. It pressed firmly against his urethral opening, rubbing the ultrasensitive slit in slow, agonizing circles.

“Ah, aah…! Let go, hng…”

The wet smacks of flesh against flesh continued without mercy.

From the terrifying moment Jaeha dimly understood that the copious moisture coating their hands came entirely from his own body, he felt as though he were genuinely losing his mind.

Taegeon deliberately lowered his hand and used his wet fingers to rub aggressively against Jaeha’s perineum. Instinctively, Jaeha tried to clamp his legs shut, but every panicked attempt earned him a sharp, punishing slap against the inner thigh.

He could not understand it. He could not comprehend why such rough and degrading treatment aroused him so violently, but his body’s response was undeniable.

“Is it really acceptable for a proud Alpha like you to behave like some cheap hole desperate for a cock, Director?”

Taegeon did not sound as though he merely wanted to insult him. The words spilled from his mouth steeped in dark, primal satisfaction, as though Jaeha’s degradation were the very source of his pleasure.

It was the absolute truth.

Had it been any other Alpha in the world, Jaeha would have rejected the intimacy with violence. Yet the fear that revealing his true feelings might become nothing more than a tedious burden to Taegeon left him paralyzed. Instead, he concealed every scrap of sincerity behind helpless, ragged gasps.

Looking down at Jaeha as he writhed across the mattress in desperate physical longing, Taegeon planted one knee between his spread legs and began slowly stroking himself.

His pitch-black gaze traveled over every inch of Jaeha’s flushed skin with predatory precision. He cataloged each detail methodically, from the pinched, jutting nipples to the sharp shadows gathered beneath the defined curves of his pectoral muscles.

His eyes drifted lower, following the hollow dip of Jaeha’s navel to the smooth, hairless expanse of his groin, the result of a meticulous grooming habit he maintained for swimming.

“Why did you have all of it removed?” Taegeon’s voice rolled through the room in a low, vibrating rumble. “Was it for our honeymoon, or so other bastards could feast their eyes on you?”

Our honeymoon?

The word unleashed a violent surge of images through Jaeha’s mind. The reaction was overwhelming, especially because this was technically the first time their bare skin had touched since they signed the marriage register.

Desperate to escape the tidal wave of sensation for even a moment, Jaeha buried his burning face in his palms.

“F-for swimming,” he muttered through his hands.

“Swimming?”

Conservative by nature, Jaeha had originally preferred long swim trunks. However, as he became increasingly ambitious about improving his lap times, he transitioned to smaller, sleeker briefs that created less drag in the water.

Consequently, complete hair removal had become a practical necessity. Although he usually rented an entire luxury hotel pool to ensure his privacy, occasional visits to athletic facilities made sharing lanes unavoidable.

“So it wasn’t prepared for me. It was merely for exercise?”

Taegeon had slipped seamlessly back into formal speech, the mocking shift in register compelling Jaeha to lower his hands.

Rather than wait for an answer, Taegeon pushed his own rigid length aside. Without breaking eye contact, he bent down and dragged the flat of his tongue across Jaeha’s lower abdomen.

It was precisely where Jaeha had undergone laser treatment.

Although he naturally possessed less body hair than the average Alpha, he kept himself immaculately groomed. The sudden scrape of Taegeon’s wet tongue against his hypersensitive skin sent a violent current through his body.

Even more obscene than the physical sensation was the predatory intensity in Jang Taegeon’s eyes as he watched him.

A groan tore from Jaeha before he could stop it. “Ah, h-hng…!”

He had never imagined such a vulnerable, indecent sound could emerge from his own throat. More shocking still was the realization that nothing more than a tongue against his stomach had forced him to come.

Jaeha squeezed his eyes shut, wincing in disbelief. “N-no…”

He cried out helplessly as his hands flew down in a frantic attempt to cover the twitching tip of his cock. Still, white semen continued to seep stubbornly between his fingers, a humiliating testament to the extremity of his arousal.

He wanted to scream at Taegeon to stop looking, but the Alpha’s gaze was already fixed on the sight.

Unaware that his entire body had flushed a violent, feverish crimson, Jaeha gestured weakly toward his leaking member. “W-why… Why are you looking at me like that…?”

“Is there something wrong with a wife looking at his husband in bed?”

“Urgh!”

The words ripped a sharp cry from Jaeha’s throat, followed by another helpless spurt of fluid.

The lingering aftershock of the orgasm licked thickly across his nerves. It left him feeling as though his entire naked body had been dragged over the surface of some enormous, rough tongue.

Moving with deliberate, crushing force, Taegeon settled himself firmly between Jaeha’s legs. He hooked his thick arms beneath Jaeha’s knees and hauled him down the mattress until Jaeha’s buttocks rested completely atop his thighs.

Something impossibly hard prodded his perineum before striking heavily against his inner thigh. For one bewildered instant, it felt as though Taegeon had hit him with a thick wooden club. Then his heat-addled mind recognized exactly what it was.

“You’re an intelligent man, Executive Director. Perhaps you already know the answer.”

Taegeon’s breath drifted across Jaeha’s overheated skin.

“K-know… what…?”

“Whether an Alpha can become pregnant after another Alpha fucks him.”

“That’s insane, hraagh!”

Before Jaeha could finish denying it, Taegeon violently forced his pelvis upward. Like a creature dragged from the water and impaled upon a spear, Jaeha was thrust open by the oppressive mass invading his body.

It felt as though his entire anatomy were being mercilessly torn in two. Yet the most jarring part was the noise, the wet and obscene squelch of viscous fluid being displaced while his inner walls were forced apart.

Why is it making that sound…?

Through a flickering field of white-hot light, Jaeha fought to focus, but his mind was already short-circuiting. The massive hands gripping his pelvis commanded his body to swallow the thick column driving into him.

“I-it won’t go in…” Jaeha sobbed.

“We’ve already done this once. Stop pretending you’re a novice.” Taegeon’s voice roughened into a growl. “I know you can take it, so drop the act.”

The crude praise drove Jaeha’s arousal higher, matching the intensity of his crushing shame. His own member sprang rigid once again and struck wetly against his lower abdomen.

Trapped beneath the sensation of Taegeon’s brutal penetration, Jaeha could no longer ignore the agonizing, desperate itch deep inside him.

“Hngh… I-it itches…”

“You have a very peculiar way of saying you love it.”

The dense scent of sea salt and rugosa roses crashed over him. Something thick, hard, and unnervingly ridged scraped along his thoroughly aroused interior.

Driving deeper, Taegeon pressed his engorged glans directly against a hypersensitive cluster of nerves and began thrusting with relentless, pistonlike force.

With each brutal stroke, the surgical beads embedded beneath Taegeon’s flesh caught and dragged across the spot, tormenting it with merciless precision.

Unable to withstand the sensory overload, Jaeha tore at the silk sheets with his fingers. Thrashing blindly like a drowning man, he reached upward and clung to the broad, solid back looming above him, raking his neatly trimmed nails down the hard muscle.

“Aah!”

“…Fuck.”

The Alpha pinning him down spat the curse directly against his ear.

Don’t curse…

The delirious thought drifted through Jaeha’s fragmenting mind. The dizzying collision of crushed flowers and a violent sea overwhelmed every one of his senses.

Unable to restrain the rising tide any longer, Jaeha threw back his head and finally released the fragile thread of consciousness he had been clutching so desperately.

A wet, lewd sucking noise echoed from where their bodies remained joined, visceral and obscene in the silence of the room. Taegeon clicked his tongue, a dark glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Look at you. Now you’re leaking from the back, too.”

Jaeha wanted to beg him to stop, to quit pouring such filthy words into his ears, but his jaw refused to obey. His vision dissolved into total, oppressive darkness as physical exhaustion engulfed him, swallowing him whole and dragging him into unconsciousness.

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