XX | Chapter 2.2

Gongjun waited for the right time because the fact that he had no choice was still evidence of his lack of power. So, Gongjun climbed his way up to the director position at Baekse Corporation with his own strength.

But when Gongjun returned to Korea, the first thing his family asked was when he would get married. In the conservative world of chaebol families, it was natural and obligatory for someone with a trait to find a partner early. Especially for those with dominant traits.

Hwanseok seemed to agree. He added that finding a good partner was also part of business.

His stepmother eagerly volunteered to arrange blind dates for Gongjun. It was a golden opportunity to openly interfere with his future, so she wouldn’t miss it.

The people who came to the blind dates were all children from insignificant families. The intention was obvious. It was a ploy to prevent him from expanding his influence. There was another underlying message: This is your level.

The dirty schemes of his stepmother and half-brothers didn’t stop there. They secretly attached an omega of unknown origin to Gongjun. If Gongjun succumbed to the omega’s temptation and had a sexual encounter, they could force him into marriage using the omega’s pregnancy as leverage. There were many other bizarre methods.

Gongjun found it laughable because such shallow tactics had no impact. But even these ridiculous and ineffective hindrances were starting to get on his nerves after enduring them for so long.

How can I put an end to these low-level disruptions?

Gongjun muttered curses with a face filled with malice.

At that moment, he stopped in his tracks, sensing an unfamiliar scent he had never encountered before.

It was faint but sweet pheromone scent.

A sweet pheromone scent?

He couldn’t believe it himself. Until now, every pheromone Gongjun had encountered had caused headaches or nausea, but a sweet pheromone scent? It was hard to detect unless he focused, but it was definitely an omega’s pheromone.

As Gongjun looked around, he noticed a sign indicating a dining bar not far away. If he had indeed caught the scent correctly, the owner of the pheromone would be there. Gongjun instinctively followed the scent.

As he entered the bar, the pheromones of others mixed more densely. Everyone had a few drinks, so their control weakened, and they were releasing pheromones indiscriminately. This was why Gongjun didn’t like going to bars.

As an ultra-dominant alpha with an unusually high sensitivity to pheromone reactions, he couldn’t be comfortable in places where people’s pheromones were recklessly mixed. To him, other people’s pheromones were like wearing clothes drenched in cheap perfume.

Following the faint scent, Gongjun found a man who didn’t match the sweet scent at all.

The man, sitting alone at the bar table and drinking, had an appearance more akin to an alpha than an omega. He had a rebellious, handsome face, similar in height to Gongjun, and wore an all-black semi-formal suit, but his flashy platinum blonde hair was striking.

For some reason, the face wasn’t unfamiliar. Where had he seen him before?

Gongjun squinted his eyes, examining the man. After staring at him for a while, Gongjun remembered that the man in front of him was the youngest son of the Cheonha Group. But soon, another question arose.

I was sure he was a dominant alpha.

According to what he knew, the youngest son of the Cheonha Group was a dominant alpha. But could an omega pheromone scent come from him? Even if it was the lingering scent after being with an omega, it would be hard for the scent to reach outside the bar.

Approaching the man with a mix of doubt and curiosity, the faint scent grew stronger.

Ah…

It was undoubtedly the pheromone scent emanating from that man. Moreover, if it was enough to stimulate him, it must be an ultra-dominant omega.

Gongjun’s expression changed subtly. The first person to stir his pheromones was an ultra-dominant omega.

Until now, encountering omega pheromones hadn’t fazed him and only made him uncomfortable, but the first person to stir his pheromones was the youngest son of the Cheonha Group, known as a dominant alpha.

What were the odds that an ultra-dominant omega, perfectly suited for him, would appear before him at this timing?

Gongjun thought:

If this is the lifeline heaven has given me, wouldn’t it be right to respond to it?

“Is this seat taken?”

From then on, everything went smoothly.

Gongjun went to a room with Sooha, and as soon as they entered, they began to crave each other, shedding their clothes one by one. In the bar, Sooha’s pheromones, which had been faintly released, burst out in a quantity that could soak Gongjun. It was hard to believe that he had been known as a dominant alpha.

The pheromones pouring out were the same for Gongjun. Experiencing intense sexual desire for the first time, his lower part swelled as if it would burst. All he could think about was spreading Sooha’s legs and pushing his cockhead inside.

When Sooha pushed him onto the bed, Gongjun lay down obediently. Watching Sooha climb on top of him, Gongjun tried to put a condom on his erect penis, but Sooha stopped him.

Although he found it strange that Sooha asked him to put it on his own, it wasn’t a difficult request, so he complied.

Was he the type who liked things clean? Gongjun had such naive thoughts. Subconsciously feeling that Sooha was leading him, Gongjun realized that it was more than just a hunch when Sooha’s penis was thrust between his legs.

Ah, so that’s why there were rumors of him being a dominant alpha.

Gongjun burst into laughter.

“Nice try, but it won’t work that way.”

Gongjun whispered as he laid Sooha, who had climbed on top of him, back onto the bed.

It was also a signal that their long night had begun.

✮⋆˙

Back to the present.

So, how did things turn out?

Sooha was at a loss for words when Gongjun threatened him—marry him or see his identity as an omega exposed to the press. Gongjun was very honest about what he wanted. He needed the title of Sooha’s family to solidify his position.

“You bastard!”

What followed was Sooha, eyes flipped in rage, punching Gongjun in the face.

You son of a bitch, you bastard, you fucking bastard, you lowlife scum…

Despite the onslaught of every insult Sooha could think of, Gongjun just grinned. He could have dodged the punch—but he didn’t. He took it head-on.

If Jaewon hadn’t come up to the rooftop, worried after waiting for the two of them, and intervened, it wouldn’t have ended with just one or two punches.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! What are you doing?!”

“Let go! Even if I die, I’ll kill that bastard first!”

Even as Sooha was dragged away by Jaewon’s hand, he screamed threats, eyes blazing with rage. It wasn’t hard to believe this was what it looked like when someone lost their mind in fury.

Jaewon barely managed to close the rooftop door after hauling Sooha to the entrance. The echo of Sooha’s shouts became quieter—but he clearly had no intention of calming down. Thuds rattled the door.

Let go of me! Get a grip, you crazy bastard!

The argument between Sooha and Jaewon seeped through the closed door. Before long, Sooha’s voice gradually faded. Silence returned.

Left alone on the rooftop, Gongjun stared at the door for a long time. Then, calmly, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his mouth.

“As expected, this method was too much.”

His face held regret. He hadn’t expected Sooha to just tremble and comply—but he hadn’t expected a punch either. Still, he mused, the resistance made it more interesting.

“Then there’s no choice but to go with another method.”

His lips, still stained with blood, curved into a soft smile. A low, quiet laugh spread across the rooftop.

Bang!

“What the hell is that bastard? Isn’t he a lunatic?!”

Sooha, who kicked open the hospital room door, was so furious he looked ready to smash everything in sight.

“Please, keep it down. Do you think the hospital belongs to you?” Jaewon, who had dragged Sooha inside, looked utterly exhausted. He genuinely felt he wouldn’t live to see his natural lifespan cleaning up after that guy.

“I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to report that bastard for blackmail right now—!”

“Hey, hey, stop it. Are you trying to call Pilgyu? It’s 1 a.m., you know? Do you know how much he struggled today cleaning up after your mess? He said he’s finally going home!”

“What! I’m calling because it’s urgent, does the time matter? Let go!”

“Oh, seriously… Don’t you have any conscience? Do you think you can just work him to death as long as you pay him? Let’s say you do report him for blackmail. Can you tell the whole story?”

“That’s…!”

…You can’t.

The fire in Sooha’s eyes cooled instantly. His mouth clamped shut as Jaewon hit him with the truth.

“Now that you mention it… you’re right.”

He plopped down on the sofa, the rage that had risen to a boil deflating like a popped balloon. If he reported it, he’d have to tell everything, right? What then?

As Sooha brooded, Jaewon clicked his tongue and sat on the sofa opposite him.

“First, calm down. You know you’d be in a more disadvantageous position if the Baekse Group reported you for assault, right?”

“That’s because that bastard provoked me first!”

“Hey. You seem to have forgotten, but you’re an entertainer, man. An entertainer who lives off his image. No matter how your usual persona is, do you think the public would tolerate it if they found out you hit someone?”

“……”

“Honestly, if an article came out saying you hit someone, would it be their loss or yours?”

Sooha clenched his fists and kept his mouth shut. Jaewon was right—every word. That made it even more frustrating.

He should have at least knocked out one of that bastard’s molars. That would’ve made it worth it. He muttered in regret, his rage curdling into bitter thoughts. It was a lifelong regret that Jaewon had shown up too soon and stopped him.

“Sigh, you human… When will you become a decent person?”