GHS | Chapter 1.5

“Mmph, hng, hh… Ngh!”

On and on, even as he came, the hole was still being violated. From start to finish, the prostate Kang Yeonjae had obsessively targeted was relentlessly struck until the cock finally coated every inner wall with cum and stopped.

With a sickening sound, it pulled out of the tightly sealed hole.

“Father, as you can probably tell… my thing’s a bit much.”

“…….”

“I thought it’d stay stretched after all that, but somehow it snapped right shut.”

Kang Seouk’s face, unseen by Kang Yeonjae, twisted in agony. Slightly disappointed, Kang Yeonjae gently rubbed the now-closed entrance. It was a bit different from when he’d first pulled out.

Pressing the surrounding flesh and spreading it, some of the semen he’d released trickled out. When he let go, it stopped.

Finding it amusing, Kang Yeonjae spread the hole wider, and this time, it leaked down to the balls, as if Kang Seouk had tensed his abdomen. The small folds twitched open and shut.

“…You shouldn’t spit it out.”

It wasn’t a big enough offense for punishment… at least not yet, so Kang Yeonjae muttered in a faintly sulky tone. Then, instead of pushing the spilled semen back in, he slowly spread it over the reddened entrance and perineum.

Kang Seouk kept twitching his hips, clearly uncomfortable. Seeing him so diligently trying to push out the semen, Kang Yeonjae couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking how workaholic Kang Seouk was even in this.

“Alright, go ahead and let it out. I’m gonna do it two more times anyway, so I’ll fill you up again.”

*

He’d been raped. By his son.

They weren’t exactly close, but at the very least, it wasn’t the kind of relationship where something like this should happen.

But since only one of them seemed to think that way, even after coming to his senses, Kang Seouk remained bound. He’d been moved from the floor to a chair, but this chair, clearly custom-made for this purpose, had restraints that looked infuriatingly sturdy.

Thrashing and yelling to free his wrists, Kang Seouk let out a guttural scream, his body trembling.

Everything was a mess. Never in his life had he been in such a chaotic, broken situation.

Kang Seouk was a self-admitted control freak, and that extended to his body. Your body is one of the few things you can perfectly control. That’s why Kang Seouk always stuck to a strict routine.

No, he had to stick to it to feel satisfied.

But now? For nearly three days, he hadn’t been able to do a single thing on his own terms. Eating, exercising, sleeping, hygiene, work—everything was a mess.

Every aspect of his life, which he’d meticulously managed, was now entirely under Kang Yeonjae’s control.

What time even was it?

Did no one outside know about this?

If three days had passed… But Kang Seouk couldn’t think of anyone who’d urgently look for him. Even if he vanished suddenly, Kang Yeonjae could easily cover it up with the employees.

If his son said his father was busy or sick, who would doubt him?

Plus, Kang Seouk often went abroad for a month or two after wrapping up a big project. Sure, no project was finished now, but Kang Yeonjae could handle that too. It wasn’t unusual for Kang Yeonjae to speak on his behalf.

“…Damn it.”

After his parents died, he cut ties with relatives. They were leeches, hovering around the successful Kang Seouk, not worth contacting. Friends? He only reached out or took calls when it suited him.

Same with lovers. He kept relationships long-term because they didn’t bother him. No one would come looking for him first.

“…….”

Unless he was missing for over six months… no one would think to search for him. And even if someone did, how hard they’d look was anyone’s guess.

As his thoughts reached that point, Kang Seouk shouted and struggled to free his limbs. But neither his arms nor legs, nor the chair bolted to the floor, budged an inch. The more he thrashed, the more his skin chafed.

…Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. The fear he’d tried to ignore for the past two days crept up his legs like a snake.

If Kang Yeonjae didn’t come back, he’d be left here, bound like this, to starve to death.

No, he wouldn’t let him die like that. If he planned to kill him, he wouldn’t have raped him… But if Kang Yeonjae returned, what he’d do was painfully obvious.

More rape, more beatings. Kang Seouk squeezed his eyes shut. The memory of what Kang Yeonjae had done to him flooded back.

After that, Kang Yeonjae had come twice more. Since Kang Seouk, being an alpha, couldn’t feel pleasure from behind, by the third time, Kang Yeonjae grabbed his nipples and cock, shaking them as if trying to wring something out.

At the same time, he pounded into his hole so fiercely that Kang Seouk writhed in pain every second. He did end up coming, but it wasn’t remotely pleasurable.

His cock, manhandled by Kang Yeonjae until orgasm, just hurt.

“Finally, it’s not closing properly. It’s all loose and gaping now. Wanna see? The entrance is all swollen. Right here.”

…A shutter sound clicked from behind. Then Kang Yeonjae shoved a photo in front of Kang Seouk’s face. In that moment, all he could think about was tearing Kang Yeonjae apart.

That feeling hadn’t changed much, but Kang Seouk desperately clung to reason. If he couldn’t fight physically, he had to keep his head clear. The photo… at least it didn’t show his face.

It was a close-up of his spread legs, so no one would know it was him.

“Father, ready to eat?”

Just as he calmed himself, Kang Yeonjae walked in. He held a tray with a bowl of food for Kang Seouk and a glass of water.

“…….”

The sight triggered a ferocious hunger he’d never felt before. All his earlier thoughts vanished instantly. His mind went blank, consumed by the urge to eat and drink.

Without realizing it, Kang Seouk opened his mouth, swallowing hard.

“You should eat something now. Hungry, right? I figured solid food might be too much, so I made porridge.”

Kang Yeonjae pulled up a chair, sat across from Kang Seouk, placed the tray on his lap, and picked up the bowl of porridge. Kang Seouk’s face twisted as he alternated glances between the bowl and Kang Yeonjae.

Porridge was one of the foods Kang Seouk despised. The slimy, mushy texture, the way the softened rice grains rolled around in his mouth—he hated it. Kang Yeonjae had to know that… He’d chosen porridge on purpose.

But hating it didn’t matter when Kang Seouk was so hungry his stomach ached. He eagerly took the spoonful of porridge offered. Kang Yeonjae had no trouble feeding him the whole bowl, then gave him the glass of water to drink.

“I’ll be right back. Rest up.”

Satisfied, Kang Yeonjae eyed the empty bowl and stood to leave with the tray. But before he could open the door, Kang Seouk’s urgent voice stopped him.

“Y-Yeonjae, Yeonjae… Yeonjae, why are you doing this? Huh?”

“Hm?”

Setting the tray down, Kang Yeonjae turned around. Kang Seouk, still bound to the chair, wore an expression Kang Yeonjae had never seen before.

“Is this because of something I did wrong? Wait, if that’s it… let’s talk. I messed up.”

“Hmm, not really?”

“There’s gotta be a reason. That, it’s… I—”

“Calm down and speak slowly.”

Kang Seouk’s repeated “I, I” betrayed his panic, and a deep satisfaction bloomed in Kang Yeonjae’s chest. Yes, this was the reaction he wanted. He couldn’t even blink, not wanting to miss a moment of it.

But even with plenty of time, Kang Seouk couldn’t form proper words and eventually hung his head. Disappointing.

“I’ll clean this up and come back. Think it over.”

As soon as Kang Yeonjae left, Kang Seouk lowered his head. There might be a CCTV in the room. So, he pretended to be broken, head bowed.

He deliberately showed Kang Yeonjae a weak, foolish side. The more he could display this, the better. Make it natural, so Kang Yeonjae wouldn’t suspect anything… like he’d been scared into submission by the situation.

It sucked, but it was necessary. With his body restrained, the only chance Kang Seouk had was when Kang Yeonjae let his guard down.

If that moment came, Kang Seouk wouldn’t miss it. He just had to endure a little longer. The chance would come. It would come.

Repeating the same words to steady himself, Kang Seouk let out a shaky breath through trembling lips. About ten minutes later, the door opened, and Kang Yeonjae stood before him again.

Dressed in a suit no different from what he’d wear to work, it almost made Kang Seouk laugh bitterly for a moment.

“Father, I brought your pills.”

“…?”

Suddenly?

Pills?

Puzzled, Kang Seouk watched as Kang Yeonjae opened his hand. At first, Kang Seouk didn’t recognize the pill, but then his breath caught in shock. His wide eyes darted between the pill and Kang Yeonjae, who smirked.

“You might not feel like taking it, but you should. If you don’t, your dominant status might not show up at your next health check.”

“How… how do you—”

“What? How would I not know?”

Dominant or recessive status was determined by pheromone levels. Some thought it was silly to care so much, but not the old-fashioned types.

To them, dominant was everything, and recessive was worthless. Kang Seouk was one of them.

Maybe because his own status teetered between dominant and recessive. Just a little higher, and he’d be dominant, but he fell short by a hair, landing recessive. He must’ve felt frustrated, maybe even inferior.

So, after age fifteen, Kang Seouk had no record of taking trait tests. He took one again at twenty-five, and by then, he was recorded as a “dominant alpha.”

Probably thanks to the pheromone boosters costing hundreds of thousands of won per pill. Of course, being close to dominant helped the pills work, but—

“I figured you must’ve been jealous. Clinging to your dominant status with these pills.”

“…….”

Kang Yeonjae, likely influenced by his dominant omega mother, had manifested as a dominant alpha before fifteen, no pills needed. At first, he thought these were just another supplement.

“…Hm.”

The white, oval pill rolled slowly between Kang Yeonjae’s thumb and index finger. After repeating the motion a few times, he dropped it to the floor and crushed it under his foot.

“Actually, maybe you shouldn’t take it.”

With some energy restored from the meal, Kang Seouk’s face twisted in rage. He wanted to hurl every curse in the book, but unable to, his face contorted like a storm. Liking the expression, Kang Yeonjae reached for his phone to snap a picture, but Kang Seouk turned his head away.

With no choice, Kang Yeonjae pocketed the phone and idly rubbed the pill’s residue into the floor with his shoe.

“…You probably know, but quitting these pills suddenly can cause some nasty side effects. Honestly… that’s what I’m hoping for.”

The gray floor was now smudged black. Would it dry and disappear over time, or stay like this? Kang Yeonjae mused briefly before locking eyes with Kang Seouk. A smile came naturally. It couldn’t be helped.

“Let’s wait here together. Until those side effects kick in.”