FPP | Chapter 1

“I’ll be a good boy and listen to Daddy.”

Ahn Sangwoo, with a docile attitude, rubbed his hands over the soft, plump flesh. His dick twitched at the thought of grabbing someone else’s ass and doing something so vulgar. The pale, untouched buttocks, kneaded for who-knows-how-long, were now marked with red imprints.

“Don’t just whip out your tits in front of your friends like that… How many times do I have to tell you?”

As Park Taewon’s flesh parted, the bright red inner walls were exposed. Two long, slender fingers stretched the rear hole wide open, and even without doing anything, slick juices dripped out, giving off a lewd scent. The hole quivered intermittently along with the trembling of his massive body.

The crude sight was crystal clear in Ahn Sangwoo’s eyes. When neatly trimmed nails grazed the bumpy inner walls, the fleshy cheeks trembled and writhed noisily.

“Ugh, ngh…”

Ahn Sangwoo, head bowed in focus, bore a striking resemblance to Park Taewon’s late husband.

At least, that’s how it looked to Park Taewon.

Park Taewon barely managed to lift his head. The man, with his hair in complete disarray, looked nothing like his usual fastidious self—utterly wrecked. His massive chest, too big for both hands to hold, pressed against the sheets, the soft, tender skin quivering as it jiggled.

His wrinkled eyes drooped, twisted as if on the verge of tears, yet his thick, dark eyebrows made him look even more resolute. A man who seemed unbreakable anywhere else gritted his teeth, the sound of his jaw clenching audible. The rear hole, as if struggling to keep up, tightened sharply.

Squelch, squelch…

He gently rubbed the flushed perineum, spreading it vertically. Two fingers playfully teased the sensitive spot. Park Taewon, muffling his mouth, let out suppressed moans, his hips twitching as if trying to escape. Ahn Sangwoo let out a dry chuckle at the sight.

“How much do I have to mess with your back hole before you’re satisfied and behave? The bed’s soaking wet every day because you keep leaking…”

Ahn Sangwoo’s pupils were so small that the whites of his eyes stood out, gleaming with a dark, lifeless sheen. His pale nose and cheeks, dotted with a mole, contrasted with the sharp bangs brushing his eyes and his neat eyebrows, giving him a chilling aura. Meanwhile, Park Taewon, sprawled on the bed, bared his chest—mockingly called “tits”—and shook his nipples, hard as his erection, while stifling moans. The stiff buds kept rubbing against the sheets, causing him torment.

But the worst torment of all was probably the fact that, despite being the head of the household, he was panting with his hole spread open for his son.

‘Pheromones, these damn, shitty pheromones…’

As a recessive omega, Park Taewon couldn’t resist the pheromones of Ahn Sangwoo, an alpha. He couldn’t even attempt to defy them anymore. His thoroughly tamed body went wild with pleasure at the mere whiff of Ahn Sangwoo’s scent, leaking fluids uncontrollably. His soaked underwear was so drenched it was unwearable. It was hard to believe he’d been a beta just two years ago—his current state was so debased. The fact that he’d become the very omega he’d despised and loathed still felt unreal.

His cockhead stood erect, twitching. Pre-cum stretched long, wetting his navel. The deep crimson of his shaft, as Ahn Sangwoo had once pointed out, matched the color of his rear hole. If you had to nitpick, the hole’s hue was darker, more tantalizing.

It made sense, since the back was used more than the front, but Ahn Sangwoo didn’t like it. He said it looked too “fucked out.” A father should set an example, he’d said, and had whipped the hole with a switch for a long time. Ever since that day, Park Taewon would gush fluids just at the sight of Ahn Sangwoo holding a switch.

Park Taewon clenched his teeth, threw his head back, and trembled violently. Veins bulged at his neck. The sound of two fingers thrusting into the slick, pooling crevice echoed wetly. His eyes grew damp. His reddened, contorted eyes brimmed with despair, frustration, and rage. No matter how tamed his body was, his mind hadn’t fully submitted.

Park Taewon wanted to kill his son.

“Omega scent…”

Humiliated, Park Taewon curled into himself. He tucked his toes and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to cover his face with his hands, but he didn’t know what Ahn Sangwoo might do if he tried. His face, flushed red from his neck to his ears, chewed on his lips.

Ahn Sangwoo stared at the reaction, then deliberately brought the fingers that had been prodding Park Taewon’s rear to his nose, sniffing like a dog. It was only natural that Park Taewon, barely holding back his humiliation, spat out curses. He grabbed Ahn Sangwoo’s wrist. His thick, bony grip clamped onto the relatively slender arm.

“You bastard!”

“Daddy.”

When Ahn Sangwoo spoke calmly, Park Taewon flinched and let go. His son burst into laughter, as if his father’s actions were the funniest thing in the world. Meanwhile, Park Taewon’s hands shook so much he couldn’t even clench a fist properly.

“What…? You don’t want this? Would you rather I suck that filthy hole of yours?”

Even after hearing such blatant words countless times, Park Taewon’s body still stiffened. His tongue felt paralyzed, unable to form words. Ahn Sangwoo’s amused laughter filled his vision. He slowly rubbed the wrist Park Taewon had grabbed, then pressed his lips to it. Kissing the red marks firmly, he slid his hand up the man’s thick thigh, far bigger than his own wrist. The trembling body seemed to revel in the situation.

“Answer me, you pig.”

His eyes stung, tears threatening to spill, but he held them back. Ahn Sangwoo acted as if calling Park Taewon a pig was only natural. Though, to be fair, Park Taewon’s body was a bit too much to simply call a pig. His large, wide-nippled chest was impossibly voluptuous, and while his waist was slim compared to his chest, it was soft yet firm, perfect to touch. His massive hips curved tautly, and his thigh muscles were tight—truly, the only way to describe him was “thicc.” But Ahn Sangwoo always pinched his body, calling him a pig. With breasts too big for one hand and a hulking frame packed with flesh, it wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Go to hell, you bastard!”

“What kind of parent calls their son a bastard? Only you, Daddy, right?”

Ahn Sangwoo responded gleefully, gripping the thigh hard. For a moment, Park Taewon’s vision blurred. Words slipped out instinctively.

“No, stop…”

The overpowering scent rushing in, clouding his focus, set the man ablaze. His chest heaved wildly as he gasped for air. He panted even harder than before.

“They say incest sends you to hell.”

His stomach tickled and stung. Unable to resist the surging heat, he moved his hips. Rubbing his leaking ass against the sheets, he desperately tried to do something about the burning hole.

“Congrats, Daddy. We’ll be together even in death.”

Ahn Sangwoo muttered, staring at the drenched sheets. A cross hung on the wall behind the man. His dark, lifeless eyes lingered on the twitching buttocks. Even if omegas went wild at the scent of an alpha, how could a father act like this?

Park Taewon knew, but he couldn’t help it. The pheromones of Ahn Sangwoo, a dominant alpha, brought him unbearable pleasure. After nearly two years of being steeped in it, there was nothing he could do to resist. His hole quivered on its own. He wanted to beg for even a finger.

No, not just a finger. When Ahn Sangwoo’s long, calloused fingers entered, the tight rear stretched and clung desperately. Even when fluids overflowed, dripping from the hole, it gripped the fingers as if refusing to let go.

Ahn Sangwoo loved leaving Park Taewon, addicted to his pheromones, in this state, rarely giving him fingers easily. Even now, he’d put them in only to pull them out, watching Park Taewon squirm and laughing.

“Daddy, is it already time for your heat…?”

His insides felt torn apart, nausea rising. He panted, trying to pull back. If he was going to be left like this, it’d be better not to be touched at all. The moment proper contact happened, he’d surely beg his son to put it in. With trembling limbs, he barely moved an inch when Ahn Sangwoo grabbed his ankle and yanked him back.

His ass scraped against the sheets. His elbows stung from the friction. The wide master bedroom bed remained pristine despite such acts. Ahn Sangwoo grabbed the quivering hips, spreading them wide. As if waiting, a trickle of fluid gushed from the hole. Unable to bear the shame, Park Taewon let out a low sob. Ahn Sangwoo, holding the man’s crotch open, lowered his head.

Park Taewon, naturally wet, took anything thrust into him with ease. The red, feverish hole visibly pulsed with every breath Ahn Sangwoo took near it. How to soothe such a greedy, lustful rear was always a dilemma for Ahn Sangwoo. Slowly, he extended his tongue, licking from the perineum upward.

“Ha, hng…!”

Park Taewon arched his back, writhing. His legs splayed like a frog’s, trembling comically. His eyes rolled back, showing more white. His usually neatly slicked-back hair was a mess. Ahn Sangwoo rubbed his nose against the hole, then kissed it. A wet smack sounded as slick fluid leaked. A long thread stretched from his lips.

“Omega scent.”

“I’ll kill you, kill, ugh, hng, aaah…!”

Despite his protests, his thick thighs wrapped around Ahn Sangwoo’s neck. Ahn Sangwoo let out a hollow laugh. Calling him a pig every day must’ve made him think he really was a beast. Without hesitation, he buried his face in Park Taewon’s crotch. His soft tongue probed the hole, sucking the plump perineum with his lower lip, drenching his face in fluids. The sharp scent stung his nose.

He extended his tongue, rubbing the tight rear. Ahn Sangwoo always wished his tongue were longer. If he had a wider tongue to prod the womb, Park Taewon would lose it and call him “honey.” Regret lingered, but what could he do? Ahn Sangwoo decided to focus on the moment.

“Ugh, uung, nng… ngh, ah…”

Park Taewon clenched his rear tightly, mouth agape, leaking like an idiot. Even trying to eat with dignity, he ended up like this—a pig. If not for his overflowing chest and hips or his hulking frame, maybe he’d be called a cow instead. If he weren’t so plump, Ahn Sangwoo wouldn’t have called him that. Swallowing the fluids, he pressed his tongue against the inner walls. A choked moan escaped. Park Taewon, even on the bed, tried to stifle his sounds to avoid being shamed by his son.

Pointless.

They weren’t even blood-related.

So when Ahn Sangwoo had slipped his scarred finger into Park Taewon’s torn wounds, he’d felt profound satisfaction. That ecstatic experience was indescribable. He’d truly become one with Park Taewon, invaded this pig-like man’s domain. Regrettably… Ahn Sangwoo had masturbated to those thoughts. Even now, recalling it made his body burn, urging him to shove his dick into any of Park Taewon’s holes.

Not sticking it into his side that day was already a feat of patience for Ahn Sangwoo.

Thinking that, he found the man infuriating. Oblivious to his turmoil, Park Taewon grinned stupidly as his hole was sucked. He begged and pleaded for it to stop, nearly fainting, but it didn’t reach Ahn Sangwoo’s ears. He just bit and sucked the hole, inhaling the sweet scent. No matter how recessive, an omega was an omega, born to seduce alphas.

Ahn Sangwoo bared his teeth. He grazed the wrinkled entrance, now vivid from sucking. Park Taewon clenched tightly, grinding his teeth, and soon, cum erupted from his rigid cock. Since he’d lifted his hips, it comically splattered on his chest and face. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. His eyes were red, his cheeks smeared with cum, looking pathetic.

Ahn Sangwoo reached out, wiping his eyes clean. Then he put his glistening fingers, slick with saliva and fluids, into his mouth, swirling his tongue. He sucked Park Taewon’s essence loudly, then shoved his spit-soaked fingers into Park Taewon’s mouth. The man gagged, his face contorted. Ahn Sangwoo rubbed his fingers against Park Taewon’s tongue, the scar on his index finger catching roughly.

“Daddy… Daddy, suck it quick. Suck mine, and I’ll pound you with the dick you love. You can’t hide your twitching hole—it reeks. It’s not your first time, so drop the act…”

“Ugh, hng… You, ngh, die. You shouldn’t, hng, have been born… ugh, aaah…”

“Hahaha, Daddy! …Ha! You’re too much. So damn entertaining. You say all kinds of things. If I die, who’s gonna soothe your ass? I’m the only one left to knock you up, right?”

Park Taewon’s eyes widened. Ahn Sangwoo laughed maniacally, shoving his fingers deeper into Park Taewon’s mouth. Ignoring scraped teeth or the tightening tongue, he ravaged the mucous membranes, scraping the palate harshly with his nails. Park Taewon swallowed pooling saliva, biting Ahn Sangwoo’s fingers with bared teeth.

Ahn Sangwoo’s eyes curved into slits. The mole on his nose twitched.

“Guh…!”

In that instant, his hand plunged deeper into Park Taewon’s mouth.

Skin scraped brutally against front teeth, leaving red marks. Fingers stabbed at his throat, making him gag and try to spit, but it was futile. Ahn Sangwoo, with lifeless black eyes, stared down and continued the violent act one-sidedly. Finally, his nail pierced the soft palate. Tears welled in Park Taewon’s eyes, his legs flailing. But, fearing he’d hurt Ahn Sangwoo, he couldn’t push him away with force.

His lips tore, his mouth stuffed with a fist. His vision spun as if alarms blared. Just when he thought he couldn’t breathe, Ahn Sangwoo pulled his hand out.

“Guh, ha, hngh… hah…”

“Why don’t you listen…? Does my voice sound like shit to you?”

Even at Ahn Sangwoo’s words, Park Taewon clutched his throat, coughing frantically. His head spun, his throat burned. Ahn Sangwoo hadn’t just used his hand—he’d tried to shove his whole forearm in. Otherwise, he couldn’t have gone so deep. His eyes were bloodshot with tears, and sniffles came from his nose.

He was insane. Only a demon could do this.

“But, Daddy, look at this.”

Ahn Sangwoo, with a bright face, showed the finger Park Taewon had bitten. Teeth marks stood out vividly.

“Looks like a wedding ring, doesn’t it?”