Vol. 1 Chapter 1.6

The window, once dyed with the colors of the nightscape, began to glow crimson. Yeha, startled, jumped up from his spot.

He felt like a brazen thief. The alarm didn’t stop even after quite some time. Just as he didn’t know what to do, he sensed a presence. No, a familiar pheromone.

It was Choi Han-geon. He was coming.

Yeha, who had been stamping his feet, crawled under the bed. The space under the bed, about three hand-spans off the ground, was cleaner and more comfortable than he expected. He covered his mouth with both hands, pulling his legs close to curl up.

With a soft vibration, the door opened. The door that had been so firmly closed to Yeha opened easily and quickly before Han-geon, like an automatic door at a supermarket.

Han-geon, wearing home slippers, entered the bedroom. Yeha watched Han-geon’s feet move without blinking.

A door that only opens for Choi Han-geon, huh. Then, if he were to knock him unconscious and drag him to the door, would it open? He didn’t know how many more doors there would be until he completely escaped this place, so should he cut off his wrist or something?

But how would he knock out that giant? There wasn’t even a common flowerpot in the room.

Han-geon, who had crossed the room, touched the window. Then, the siren that had been blaring loudly stopped abruptly. Having resolved the noise, he looked around. He seemed to be looking for the disappeared Yeha.

Yeha’s pupils doggedly followed Han-geon’s ankles as they moved back and forth. Then, he turned his gaze to find something that could be used as a weapon.

The marble table, which looked heavy at a glance, seemed impossible to lift, so pass. The lighting fixture hanging from the ceiling seemed like it would be a decent weapon if broken, but he couldn’t reach it, so pass. Then, what on earth could he use to strike Han-geon in the back of the head?

Yeha was frowning so deeply that grooves formed above his eyebrows as he pondered, when, thud. His ankle was grabbed. Yeha, who had stopped breathing for a moment, rolled his eyes. There, Han-geon, squatting next to the bed, was looking at him, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“What are you doing there?”

“Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!”

In an instant, the genre changed to horror. Or maybe thriller. Yeha thrashed his legs as he convulsed. However, Han-geon’s hand, which gripped his ankle painfully, didn’t budge.

“Hey.”

“Fuck! Let go! Aaaaaah!”

Han-geon frowned at the ear-splitting scream. Did this ill-mannered omega think he was a cat? Why on earth did he crawl under the bed?

Han-geon, gripping Yeha’s ankle a little harder, pulled him straight out. The small body was helplessly dragged out.

“Ugh!”

Yeha twisted his back and scratched at the floor, but it was in vain. The bright light painfully struck his eyes. Yeha finally came to his senses only after realizing that the handsome Han-geon wasn’t a psychopath killer from a horror movie.

“It hurts! Let go!”

Yeha flailed his legs. However, Han-geon’s hand only tightened its grip on his ankle. The skin around the crushed flesh turned white.

“Why did you go in there?”

“I was going to hide and strangle your bastard neck.”

“……”

Han-geon narrowed his eyes and pondered. He never said a word willingly. What to do with this arrogant omega. Even in the midst of all this, he didn’t let go of Yeha’s ankle, which was kicking at him.

Yeha was the first to give out. It wasn’t easy to shake his limbs with all his might. He quickly ran out of energy. He asked, limping with his ankle,

“Why am I here?”

“To do what you have to do, right?”

Han-geon retorted as if asking the obvious. His thumb subtly stroked Yeha’s anklebone. The small omega’s ankles were slender and his anklebones were small. He wondered if he would break while walking. He even had such unnecessary worries.

“……”

Yeha pondered Han-geon’s words. The things I have to do. The thought wasn’t long. Because there was only one thing he could do, and one thing he could do, in this place.

“Fuck off.”

Yeha raised his middle finger. Han-geon’s eyebrows arched crookedly. The bitter smile on his lips was a bonus.

“Why don’t you fuck me yourself? If I gave you a hundred million, you should at least provide that kind of service.”

As soon as his ankle was released, his hair was grabbed. Yeha shrieked at the pain that felt like his scalp was being torn off.

“Let go! It hurts!”

“You said you’d fuck me.”

“When, did I, you crazy bastard!”

The bed was right in front of him, so there was no need to go far. Yeha, putting all his strength into his feet, desperately resisted. He scratched, pinched, and even hit Han-geon’s thick wrist, unlike his own. However, there was no way he could beat an alpha who had different strength from birth, let alone his size.

Han-geon, who was sitting slightly on the bed, looked down at Yeha. It was a different development from Yeha’s expectation that he would be thrown onto the bed.

“Take it off.”

Han-geon ordered.

“……What?”

Yeha asked back as if he had misheard. He had heard it more clearly than ever, but he couldn’t believe it.

“Take it off and suck it.”

Han-geon kindly ordered once more. Take it off. Suck it. At those two words, brilliant flesh-colored scenes flashed through Yeha’s head.

Yeha gritted his teeth. He wanted to hit Han-geon in the back of the head, no, step on him. He resented that God simply condoned such a devilish bastard wandering the world.

Han-geon didn’t repeat the words any further. He just held onto Yeha’s hair and looked down at him. Yeha bit his lower lip tightly. He bit so hard that his jaw was trembling.

How long had they been having a battle of nerves, or not?

Yeha, who had clenched his teeth tightly, began to take off Han-geon’s pants with clumsy movements. As his trembling hands lowered the zipper of his pants, black briefs were revealed. Along with the penis, which felt enormously large even though it was trapped inside the thin fabric. Yeha swallowed hard without realizing it.

Han-geon, who had been watching all of that without missing a thing, smiled with satisfaction. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his firm jaw opened slightly downward. Yeha thought that if a demon chuckled, it would look like that.

“Do you know what’s best for omega awakening?”

“No, you son of a bitch.”

“Then I’ll teach you, so learn hard.”

Han-geon pressed Yeha’s head down onto his lower body. Yeha’s face was buried as it was by the brutal grip.

“Ugh.”

Han-geon’s scent came from the hot and hard flesh. A much rawer scent than he had felt at the restaurant. Pheromones. Body odor. Such things fiercely attacked his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Yeha glared. He must think he will suck it if he tells him to. Of course, he didn’t have even a sliver of intention to just suck it obediently.

I’ll bite it off. When your precious lower body is thickly cut off and enters my mouth, I’ll chew it up and swallow it. I’ll definitely enjoy seeing Han-geon’s crumpled face. He vowed.

“Take it off with your mouth. Slowly.”

Yeha followed Han-geon’s words obediently. He hooked the briefs band on his front teeth and slowly lowered it.

Han-geon’s penis, which was revealed in that way, was so large that his mouth dropped open even though it wasn’t erect. It was threatening. Would it even fit in one hand? No, can I even suck this?

After confirming the size, he thought that he must bite it off. Because if he just left it alone, it was a bad thing that would someday come into his rear and rummage through his internal organs.

“Open your mouth.”

At Han-geon’s command, Yeha licked his dry lips as if he had delicious food in front of him. It was actually because of tension, but Han-geon didn’t seem to care.

“Hoo……”

He took a breath and opened his mouth wide.

“Ugh!”

A large hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled it straight in. The large penis scratched his throat as it entered. He thought his throat was tearing. He couldn’t even breathe because of the penis pressing down on his uvula. Han-geon wasn’t satisfied with that and blocked Yeha’s nostrils with his other hand.

He couldn’t even close his awkwardly opened jaw, let alone bite it off. No air was coming in. If he stayed like this, he would suffocate soon.

“Heuh, ugh!”

“Work hard, do your best.”

Han-geon had already seen through Yeha’s mind. There was no way that the feisty omega would obediently open his mouth.

“Cough, heuh……”

Yeha’s eyes were bloodshot. He couldn’t close his mouth. His breath was cut off, and his nostrils were blocked. Yeha instinctively opened his mouth wide and craved air.

Han-geon’s brow furrowed into a triangular shape in Yeha’s hot and narrow mouth. He repeatedly pulled Yeha’s hair back and pressed it forward. When the thick penis receded a little, Yeha could greedily take in air for a fleeting moment.

“Quickly, hoo…… awaken quickly and give birth to an alpha quickly, ugh, if you finish quickly.”

“Euwoo…, heuh……”

“You too, like it, right? It’s all the same.”

The sneering voice buzzed around his ears like a mosquito. Yeha diligently pushed against Han-geon’s thigh, which was like a stone. Of course, it wasn’t like Han-geon would fall off if he did that, but that was the only resistance he could make.

His chest was constantly swelling, and his head was spinning. Blood rushed to his face. His heart, beating abnormally hard, thundered in his ears.

Even in the midst of all this, the penis that pressed and moved away from the depths of his throat didn’t stop. It felt like his heart was hooked on the end of his glans like a fishing hook. He wanted to vomit, but Han-geon wouldn’t allow it.

Tears welled up in Yeha’s wide eyes. They weren’t tears from emotion, but physical tears.

“Umm, good.”

Han-geon said, closing and opening his eyes languidly. His index finger wiped away Yeha’s tears that were flowing down his cheeks. He thought the hot tears suited Yeha well. It was a much better sight than him struggling.

His crying face was quite bearable, he thought.

“Keuh, heueok…, heuh……”

As his penis became more and more erect, Yeha’s tongue was crushed haphazardly. The more his mouth heated up from the frictional heat, the more Han-geon exhaled a thick, foggy breath.

The pheromones that had been sharpened to attack Yeha were melting away in a sensual way. The pheromones that flowed down in that way melted away the already unsound Yeha’s mind in chunks.

“Ugh.”

“Keuheop……”

Han-geon pulled Yeha’s face in as much as possible. At the same time, something hot burst like a water balloon in Yeha’s mouth.

“Swallow.”

Han-geon, who hadn’t removed his penis yet, said, looking down at Yeha. The energy of pleasure was thickly clinging to his eyes. He had a very satisfied expression. There was no way he wouldn’t be satisfied when he was arbitrarily grabbing and shaking him.

“Heuh……”

Yeha trembled his eyelashes and shed tears. There was nothing to swallow. It was at a depth where it couldn’t come out of his mouth again unless he gagged.

Han-geon stayed in Yeha’s mouth for several minutes even after ejaculating.

Yeha pushed Han-geon’s knee away with his weak hand. If he stayed like this any longer, his eyes would roll back and he would faint. He was short of breath, it was hard to endure the current situation, and Han-geon’s pheromones, which were thicker than ever, were burdensome.

Han-geon slowly pulled away from Yeha. His penis, which had just squelched and shot, bounced and hit Yeha’s eyes. He should have bitten off the glans at this moment, but he couldn’t even try. He was too busy breathing in the air.

“Cough, cough. Cough!”

Yeha, who had buried his forehead on the cold floor, coughed roughly as if he would vomit his lungs. An unfamiliar taste crawled up his throat and hung on the tip of his tongue. Fishy, bitter, and full of Han-geon’s scent.

Yeha immediately stuck his finger in his mouth.

“Ugh, ugh!”

It was an action to try to take it out somehow, but the smell of Han-geon’s semen only became stronger. He wished he could at least bring up stomach acid.

White liquid began to flow back between his lips, which had only been dripping with transparent saliva. He wanted to vomit it all out. He continued to gag when Han-geon squatted down in front of Yeha. A huge shadow covered Yeha in an instant.

Han-geon’s hand gently stroked Yeha’s hair. Yeha, surprised by the touch, stopped breathing as if vomiting. His eyeballs were red, like a frightened rabbit in front of a beast.

“If you spit it out like that, you won’t awaken.”