FPP | Chapter 2

Scarlet, a Saju Novel

Tears streamed down from the corners of Park Taewon’s eyes, his mouth gagged by his own restraint. Ahn Sangwoo gazed at him, as if finding the sight rather pitiful, and yanked the man’s hair.

Park Taewon couldn’t resist at all, only able to be dragged along obediently. His shirt gaped open, exposing his chest, and the man buried his face between Ahn Sangwoo’s legs. Every time Ahn Sangwoo saw that towering 190cm frame trembling, his stomach churned with an unsettling heat.

The one who should be crying wasn’t Park Taewon—it was Ahn Sangwoo.

“Hey, your dad’s got some massive tits, huh?”

He’d told him countless times that his friends were coming over. Park Taewon had nodded, saying he understood, but whether his brain was too small or he was just plain stupid, he couldn’t hold back and came crawling out with those huge tits on display.

The unbuttoned shirt revealed a glimpse of his cleavage, and his chest was so overwhelmingly large that none of Ahn Sangwoo’s friends could tear their eyes away.

On top of that, being a dominant alpha , Ahn Sangwoo only hung out with other alphas, and among them, that bastard Oh Seungyoon was blatantly ogling Park Taewon’s chest.

That guy had a notorious reputation for going crazy over big breasts, man or woman, and shoving his dick into anything with a pulse.

Sure, you’d think no one would jerk off to someone else’s dad, but one look at Park Taewon’s chest would change your mind.

The thick, plump flesh rising over his pale skin, and those tantalizingly protruding nipples—thanks to Ahn Sangwoo’s relentless teasing to make them lactate—how could anyone not be stirred?

Oh Seungyoon seemed no exception, spewing vulgar words without a care.

“Fuck, they’re so big and thick… even with clothes on, you can see the flesh folding like that?”

“That big, huh?”

“They were jiggling every time he walked, I swear.”

“You saw that? I’m so jealous.”

“Can’t I come over to your place too?”

Ahn Sangwoo laughed, but it was a laugh laced with displeasure. It was a warning to the intruder who dared trespass into his territory. But Oh Seungyoon, too dense to catch on, just grinned and slung an arm over Ahn Sangwoo’s shoulder.

The stench of his filthy body odor hit, along with the sharp tang of excited pheromones. Even if Oh Seungyoon was an alpha , he was nowhere near the same league as Ahn Sangwoo, a dominant alpha. Moments later, realizing something was off, Oh Seungyoon broke into a cold sweat, whispering nervously to Ahn Sangwoo.

“Did I… upset you? Was it ‘cause I talked about your dad being an omega so carelessly?”

Oh Seungyoon was also an insufferable bigot.

“But an omega ’s an omega , right? I mean, sure, he’s your dad, but…”

“Seungyoon.”

Ahn Sangwoo’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Huh? Why’re you calling me…”

In an instant, Ahn Sangwoo was on top of him. The oppressive weight of his commanding pheromones pinned Oh Seungyoon in place, unable to move. Before he could even register fear, a fist slammed into his face. There was no hesitation, no time for anyone to intervene.

Ahn Sangwoo beat Oh Seungyoon to a pulp, pounding his fists relentlessly until purple bruises bloomed on his cheekbones and his lips split open. That once-smooth face was reduced to a bloody mess. Blood dripped down, and pleas for mercy were choked out between coughs.

He’d rip out Oh Seungyoon’s filthy tongue, make him die with his nose buried in the omega chest he loved so much. He’d strangle him, hang him by a rope, and display him like a pathetic trophy.

Ahn Sangwoo wept as he smashed Oh Seungyoon’s face. Only when people finally rushed in to stop him, with several grown men barely managing to pull him off, did the violence cease. But Oh Seungyoon didn’t get up. Someone called out to Ahn Sangwoo.

“Sang, Sangwoo…”

Sniffling, Ahn Sangwoo wiped his tear-streaked face with bloodied hands. His cheeks flushed red.

“Poor Seungyoon.”

As if genuinely heartbroken, Ahn Sangwoo’s shoulders shook with sobs as he pleaded with his friends.

“Can someone take Seungyoon to the infirmary? Or maybe call an ambulance?”

Everyone stared at Ahn Sangwoo, speechless. The sight of a man wiping his blood-smeared cheeks while sobbing uncontrollably was almost too pristine.

His sharp, pretty eyes glistened with tears, and his pitch-black gaze barely caught the light, shimmering faintly. Blue veins stood out on his pale neck, sweat trickling down, exuding an unabashedly seductive allure.

No one could move, entranced, until Oh Seungyoon let out a faint groan, prompting them to hurriedly call an ambulance.

Oh Seungyoon tried to pin the blame on Ahn Sangwoo as the aggressor, but his claims were dismissed. There were no witnesses, and Ahn Sangwoo, the diligent and kind student, would never do such a thing—or so they said.

Even the friends who saw Ahn Sangwoo beat Oh Seungyoon to a pulp acted as if nothing had happened. That was the social advantage of being a dominant alpha.

“Heard Oh Seungyoon got hurt?”

“They say he fell down the stairs.”

“Sangwoo was the witness.”

“Sangwoo, you okay? Must’ve been a shock.”

To those who knew nothing, Ahn Sangwoo was just a compassionate student grieving for his injured friend.

Even after beating Oh Seungyoon half to death, the rage didn’t subside. The moment Ahn Sangwoo got home, he slapped Park Taewon awake from his carefree nap.

Caught off guard by the stinging slap, Park Taewon was forced to strip and spread his legs, baring his ass under Ahn Sangwoo’s grip. And this was the result.

Yet here he was, shamelessly seducing him again. Ahn Sangwoo’s expression, glaring down at his father with those stark white eyes, was murderous, as if he’d just killed someone. Park Taewon, feeling the full weight of that gaze, swallowed hard.

He had no idea what whim Ahn Sangwoo might act on next. His father, face buried in his beloved son’s crotch, instinctively knew what he had to do.

Trembling, Park Taewon cautiously pulled out the man’s dick from below. Despite Ahn Sangwoo’s relatively lean and wiry frame compared to Park Taewon, what emerged from his pants was as thick as a man’s forearm.

It was so massive it felt almost unnatural. No matter how many times he saw it, Park Taewon could never get used to his son’s cock. Closing his eyes, he flinched as the tip grazed his eyelids, making his eyes quiver. His vulgar hole twitched eagerly.

pheromones. Park Taewon convinced himself he was acting this way because he was drunk on pheromones.

But aside from the earlier flood of pheromones , there was no scent coming from Ahn Sangwoo now. Oblivious to this, Park Taewon unwittingly leaned in, sniffing at the smell of Ahn Sangwoo’s cock.

A sharp laugh erupted from above. Park Taewon, shrinking back, slowly opened his mouth. His cheeks flushed red, tears dripping as he rubbed his heated lips against the tip. The torn corner of his mouth stung.

“Can you suck it properly this time?”

Park Taewon nodded. The head of the cock smeared across his face. With disheveled hair and those pitch-black eyes, his face had a wicked charm that made you want to ruin him. His aristocratic jawline and mature cheekbones only added to it.

That man stuck out his tongue, licking the veiny shaft. Each time his tongue touched the searing flesh, his stomach thumped. He wanted to spread his legs and beg for it right then and there. But he didn’t—because Park Taewon was Ahn Sangwoo’s father.

No matter how degrading this was, he was still Ahn Sangwoo’s father.

Park Taewon teased the tip with his lips before opening wide and taking it in. The precum from the slit left a bitter taste on his tongue. He barely knew how to suck properly, always fumbling with just his tongue. But with Ahn Sangwoo’s size, it didn’t matter—its sheer mass dominated every inch of his mouth’s membranes, pressing down so thoroughly that technique was irrelevant.

Struggling to keep it in his mouth, he swallowed his saliva, and the pinkish membranes contracted, gripping the cock tightly. Ahn Sangwoo looked down at Park Taewon with a smile.

A 190cm man, hips raised, unwittingly swaying them while sucking his cock—what a sight.

Park Taewon realized Ahn Sangwoo was smiling as he rubbed his cheek, but it changed nothing. He tightened his lips, opening his throat to take it deeper. His tongue stung, as if pricked by needles.

“Ha… Dad…”

“Ugh, urk…”

“Dad, fuck… you don’t even know how lewd your body is, do you? That’s why you’re shaking your ass like this, greedily devouring my cock. You should be grateful to me for life. Without me, you’d be getting passed around in some alley like a fucktoy.”

Park Taewon belatedly realized he’d been swaying his hips and stiffened. That’s why Ahn Sangwoo had been laughing. But just sucking his son’s cock wasn’t enough to stop the 발정 raging below. His flushed lower body dripped with slick, his cock twitching despite having already come.

If it weren’t for Ahn Sangwoo, he wouldn’t have manifested as an omega , wouldn’t be in this humiliating position. Yet Ahn Sangwoo always acted like he was doing this for Park Taewon’s sake.

At first, he’d argued back, but every time, Ahn Sangwoo’s thick pheromones left him dazed, acting like a cock-hungry slut, so he’d long since stopped defying his son.

Instead, he gripped the sheets tightly, trying to hide his trembling hands. Did he think he could keep it a secret? Ahn Sangwoo looked at Park Taewon with a lenient gaze.

If he unleashed more pheromones now, Park Taewon would probably pass out, so he had to hold back a little.

Park Taewon was weak to Ahn Sangwoo. Partly because he resembled his late husband, but also because his pheromones paralyzed his senses, making him lose himself. So it had to be controlled carefully. Otherwise, he’d end up fucking an unconscious body.

As Ahn Sangwoo slowly thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Park Taewon’s mouth, a stifled moan escaped. It felt like it would hit the back of his throat with the slightest movement.

His eyes burned, and he couldn’t control his body in the heat. He worked his tongue harder, sucking the tip and pressing against the cock invading his throat. His tongue dipped in and out of the slit repeatedly.

“Ha, fuck.”

Ahn Sangwoo grabbed Park Taewon’s messy hair, pulling his cock out of his mouth. The scrape of teeth sparked pleasure. He laid the coughing man down and climbed over his torso.

Then, he pried open Park Taewon’s mouth with his fingers, inspecting it. Staring at the marks left by the shaft’s pressure, Ahn Sangwoo whispered to Park Taewon, who kept trying to close his mouth.

“Open your mouth.”

“…No, I don’t want to…”

“I said open it.”

Park Taewon’s face twisted, as if he might gag. But faced with Ahn Sangwoo’s unyielding demeanor, he reluctantly opened his mouth. His swollen, torn lips parted to reveal the pink flesh inside, and Ahn Sangwoo slowly moved his tongue, gathering saliva before spitting into it.

The cold, foreign sensation slid down Park Taewon’s tongue, invading his throat. The feeling of swallowing someone else’s spit was vividly, nauseatingly intense for him. Despite not having a weak stomach, it hit him hard. Seeing Park Taewon’s grimace, Ahn Sangwoo pressed a hand against his throat.

“Ugh…”

“Swallow it properly.”

Gulp. His Adam’s apple moved heavily. It looked crude. Only then did Ahn Sangwoo release his hand, shifting his attention to Park Taewon’s chest—specifically, the plump flesh where his shirt had parted, revealing bright red nipples.

Park Taewon’s chest had unusually large areolas, which made his nipples equally prominent. They’d been that way even before Ahn Sangwoo’s touch, so anyone who saw his torso would undoubtedly get aroused.

Plus, they were so sensitive that even a light brush over his clothes made them stand erect, their vulgarity beyond words. And yet, their color was strikingly red and vivid. There was even a mole on his right nipple.

Ahn Sangwoo couldn’t call this a normal chest. It was, plain and simple, a pair of tits. They looked like they’d squirt milk if squeezed hard enough. Especially those thick, elongated nipples—pinch them with a fingernail, and Park Taewon would spread his thighs wide, leaking slick like he was begging for it. Even as a beta, he’d been like this, so as an omega , it was even worse.

Just burying his face in those voluptuous tits and inhaling their scent filled his nose with lewd pheromones. Park Taewon loved having his chest played with during sex, and now they were even bigger, like ripe, swollen melons.

Pressing those soft nipples with a finger made him thrash, screaming. Even touching the areolas made him tremble, leaking slick uncontrollably, so it was impossible to imagine what would happen if he got pregnant.

“Dad.”

“Ugh… hnn… ngh…”

“I haven’t even touched you yet, so why’re you like this? Why’re you trembling like some slut with a cock shoved up your ass?”

Ahn Sangwoo sighed. He placed his hand firmly on Park Taewon’s chest. He loved Park Taewon’s chest—so much.

When he nestled into that vast, Pacific Ocean-like chest, he couldn’t help but think, This is what a parent is. Maybe Park Taewon’s chest had grown so large just to nurse him.

He slowly pushed Park Taewon’s nipple upward with his thumb. The man’s tensed body relaxed, his head tilting back. His trembling jaw showed his struggle to stifle a moan. But as Ahn Sangwoo’s calloused fingers roughly rubbed the erect nipple, the suppressed sound burst out instantly.

“Hiiik…!”

Park Taewon’s cock twitched on its own. As if to prove he was a man, an omega with a dick, it pulsed shamelessly. Ahn Sangwoo smirked darkly, scraping the areola with his nail as the flesh pressed down.

Park Taewon’s legs instinctively wrapped around Ahn Sangwoo’s waist, his face melting into a hazy, unfocused mess. His eyes were glassy, and he barely swallowed his saliva.

He seemed to be forcing his mouth shut to keep it from gaping. It was the same mouth that had swallowed Ahn Sangwoo’s spit. And then, ignorantly, he spouted nonsense.

“Ahn Sangwoo, you… snap out of it. It’s not too late, ugh, hnn… I’ll forgive you, Dad will forgive you, so stop… ugh…”

“Ha.”

His words were slick, but his legs were already wrapped around Ahn Sangwoo, pulling him closer. His eyes were rolled back, barely blinking, and his mouth was flapping like he was half out of his mind.

Ahn Sangwoo debated whether to call out Park Taewon’s vulgarity or make him shake his hips himself, ultimately choosing the former.

“Dad, your hole is twitching like you’re desperate for me to shove my cock in, yet you’re talking so high and mighty. Just a second ago, you were cursing me out, and now that you’re about to get fucked, you’re changing your tune? Drooling like an idiot, barely coherent, and you think you can climb all over me just ‘cause I’m being nice?”

“Ahn… Sangwoo, ah…! Ugh, hnn…!”

He grabbed those massive tits with force. The plump flesh compressed, and the nipple popped out between his fingers. Those firm, ripe breasts were ravaged by his son’s hands.

The grip was so strong it left red marks, almost like they were being squeezed dry. Yet, the nipple, rubbed between his fingers, stood even prouder, twisted and teased, flaunting its prominence.

Park Taewon, unaware, clung to Ahn Sangwoo, rubbing his cock against him. Cum spurted out in short bursts.

But Ahn Sangwoo didn’t care whether the man beneath him came or not. He kneaded the chest before lowering his head, licking the protruding nipple with a slow, deliberate tongue. Park Taewon’s face flushed crimson, his mouth gaping as he jerked his head, barely able to breathe, writhing in ecstasy. His face crumpled into a mess.

“Hii… ah, ngh… ugh, ugh… hnn, ah…!”

Slick poured onto the already-soaked sheets. His tight hole , barely able to take a finger, twitched as it gushed. Its pulsing was anything but normal. The hole, trained by Ahn Sangwoo over time, was clearly reaching climax just imagining a cock inside. The inner walls quivered faintly.

“Forgiveness is something you should beg for.”

Ahn Sangwoo interlocked his fingers with Park Taewon’s, gripping tightly as he whispered.

“God, Father, I’m sorry… I dared to fuck my own son. Not just fucking, but sucking him off front and back, getting my tits squeezed until they burst, leaking slick until milk comes out…”