Jaeha climbed on top of him, pressing down on Taesung’s forearms with both knees as if crushing them. Taesung’s face contorted in pain. He had enough pride to grit his teeth to avoid making a sound, but as soon as Jaeha grabbed Taesung’s hair and forcibly lifted his head, his lips parted on their own and a groan like a wailing ghost flowed out.
“What are you going to do if you come covered in that fucking bastard Jang Hyeokjin’s pheromones and pull this shit, you blockhead hyung? Even if I want to pretend not to notice, fuck, you have to do it in moderation for me to turn a blind eye.”
Ah, that’s right.
Because Jaeha appeared so suddenly, Taesung had no choice but to meet him without even thinking to wash off the pheromones Jang Hyeokjin had sprayed on his mouth.
Alpha pheromones had no scent, but alphas could tell like ghosts whose traces the pheromones remaining in ‘their territory’ belonged to. Jaeha probably detected Jang Hyeokjin’s pheromones clinging thickly to Taesung from the moment he appeared at the far end of the officetel hallway.
“What, did Hyeokjin tell you to bring him my neck and he’d fuck you once?”
“Hyun Jaeha, that’s, ugh, that’s not it so hey, fuck, my arm, my arm…”
“What arm, you mean forelegs. I’m asking you, hyung. Hyeokjin personally bestowed his grace on you, so you were so moved that, ah, even though you knocked him out you couldn’t fuck him properly, so you should just kill that impotent bastard—did you think that?”
To refute the absurd bullshit, Taesung opened his mouth halfway again. But because Jaeha slammed his head straight down onto the floor, he could only let out a choking groan. Without time to collect himself, Jaeha struck Taesung’s cheek hard. The corner of his mouth that had been hit by Jang Hyeokjin tore open again and blood flowed out.
“I gave you a chance. I did.”
Taesung barely lifted his eyelids. Beyond his blurry vision, he could see Jaeha’s heavily distorted face. It was a look he’d never seen before. He couldn’t understand why the person who had just given him a pitiful look and left three years ago was now suddenly making such a hurt expression.
“While enduring you pulling this shit on me covered in that disgusting pheromones, I gave you a chance.”
If he learned that Jang Hyeokjin had brought in Han Yongwoo as a ‘customer,’ and if he went to find that fucking bastard and got fucked enough for pheromones to stick, it would be rape. It had to be rape.
But even though Taesung had suffered such a thing, when he saw the annoyingly persistent Jaeha sitting stubbornly in front of his apartment door, he didn’t get angry, and rather worried that Jaeha might say he was leaving, watching his mood and willingly letting him into the house.
Jaeha wanted to believe him.
That Taesung still had even a bit of affection left for him. That his anger melted away from Jang Hyeokjin’s fucking and he didn’t think of Jaeha as such an insignificant existence that he’d decide to personally eliminate Jaeha, who wouldn’t help his ‘beloved master’s’ future.
But it wasn’t.
Even when he threw friendly jokes, even when he talked about old memories, Taesung didn’t give up on the ‘plan.’ Even while looking at the sleeping Jaeha’s face, he finally raised the knife.
“Did you like Jang Hyeokjin’s cock that much?”
Taesung wouldn’t know.
How miserable Jaeha’s heart was right now.
“No, Hyun Jaeha, it’s not like that. It’s not that, I did it for you…”
He struck his cheek again.
“Ah, so in hyung’s eyes, dying seemed better for my life?”
“Jaeha, damn it, please just listen to me…”
He hit his cheek again.
“If you were so crazy about cock, you should’ve said something. Then I would’ve made your hole tattered like a rag a long time ago. Fitting for you.”
“Fuck, what, hey, don’t, don’t do it, you crazy bastard! Let go of this…”
Jaeha punched Taesung’s face several more times with an expressionless face. His nosebleed flowed backward and bloody foam spilled from his mouth. Thinking he’d die at this rate, Taesung finally twisted his body and rammed Jaeha’s arm with his head. His inner elbow bent momentarily. As Jaeha’s body tilted, Taesung barely pulled out his arm and swung his fist.
Below the jaw rang dully. His molars collided and his temples throbbed. Now he was swinging his fists without hesitation. Was he planning to break his jawbone?
Taesung suddenly kicked Jaeha’s stomach as he reflexively covered his jaw. The damn thing hit right below the solar plexus, and Jaeha swallowed his curse and tumbled over. Taesung, who got up in a fluster, reached out as if to subdue Jaeha further but ultimately couldn’t grab him and backed away. A servant was a servant. He seemed scared when his master hurt even a little.
“You son of a bitch, really.”
Jaeha stood up, rubbing his stiff jaw. The first thing that caught his eye was the fruit knife rolling on the floor.
No, not that.
He passed the fruit knife and headed to the kitchen. He struck the back of Taesung’s head as he turned around, having grabbed a folding dining chair and about to run out of the house.
Clang!
With a loud noise, Taesung collapsed forward. Jaeha threw the chair toward the entrance. With this much noise, someone should protest, but the surroundings were still quiet as a mouse.
He grabbed the fallen Taesung’s hair and dragged him into the room. Taesung, who only let out groans of ah, uwah, had both his wrists bound together with the bed leg with box tape that Jaeha wrapped around and around.
“Why, you fucker. I’m going to fuck you with the cock you love so much. Ah, are you afraid you’ll lose affection for Hyeokjin after tasting mine? You have to suck off your shitty master until he dies of old age, but are you scared you’ll go crazy if you eat fresh cock after only eating withered cock?”
Taesung desperately spat out the bloody foam blocking his throat. He couldn’t make a sound because of this damn thing.
Crazy bastard, who the hell likes Jang Hyeokjin’s cockhead? Every time I suffer from that fucker, nausea rises, I’m sick of cocks, so who would try to kill someone because they like such a thing?
I hated it. I hated suffering this kind of thing, so Jaeha, you should live your whole life without knowing this feeling. But even this worry might have been Taesung’s arrogance. Maybe he should’ve just tied him up. Before Jaeha had a chance to rush him, he should’ve wrapped him round and round with box tape, put him in a sack, and thrown him at the bottom of the boat to Captain Hwang, that fucking bastard, to suffer whatever, and left.
Jaeha took off his pants. Taesung got goosebumps at the sensation of his lower body becoming cool and kicked at him. Something was kicked by his rampaging foot. Jaeha groaned lowly, “Fuck,” stood up, and stomped on Taesung’s defenseless crotch. At the terrible pain, Taesung screamed. Ah, ah, between the pain-filled groans, he could hear Jaeha’s laughter.
“Hyung, are you really screaming because it hurts?”
Jaeha brought his foot to Taesung’s crotch again. This time a bit slower, he pressed down on the cock that had turned bright red from being hit just now.
“Your voice sounds a bit strange to be from pain?”
He pressed down on the scrotum with his heel and rolled the cock with the concave arch of his foot. Ak, aak, Taesung’s voice, which had screamed in pure pain at first, gradually changed into a nasal sound mixing pleasure and pain.
Aak, ah!
Augh.
Hng…
Ahng.
“Wow, you’re getting hard while being stepped on. As expected of a slut.”
The bright red flesh erected stiffly below the pure white socks. Jaeha now kicked the cock that wasn’t even being stepped on well. Every time the shaft dangled and the scrotum shook from the recoil, groans he couldn’t swallow flowed out through his nose. Taesung bit his lower lip in shame.
“What are you holding back, hyung? If you need to go, piss like the dog you are. How long do I have to step on this?”
Jaeha’s kicking became rougher. He pressed the entire sole of his foot against the cock that stood up stiffly again even when stepped on, and crushed it by shaking his heel side to side.
“Ugh, uhng, stop, ung.”
Taesung contracted his thighs and grabbed Jaeha’s leg. It was to stop his movement, but it seemed to reach Jaeha with a different meaning.
“It grips well. A lot of people must’ve cum here?”
Did it look like he was appealing that it would grip well if he fucked here instead of the hole?
Jaeha muttered in a cold voice and put weight on his leg. Taesung breathed laboriously and jerked his hips. Now it was indistinguishable whether he wanted to escape from under his foot or was rubbing himself to definitely finish.
“Hueok, ugh, ah…”
He arched his back fully. Every time he breathed roughly, his shirt rode up little by little, revealing his abs that stood out especially from being so tense. The muscles writhed in tune with Taesung’s moans. The muscles, shiny with sweat, were like plump grape berries. Even the torn scar on his side from getting stabbed looked like the trace of a ripe grape splitting.
A suffocating fragrance attacked Jaeha.
Probably because Taesung was getting excited and his pheromones became thicker.
The carnivorous plant called Nepenthes lures insects by giving off a sweet smell.
It would be fortunate if it ate what came in. This idiot only knows how to lure but can’t block all kinds of vermin from crawling into his hole.
Look. Even while shedding tears of shame, he ultimately rubs his thing against Jaeha’s sole and trembles his lower body as he climbs to climax.
The thigh muscles gripping Jaeha’s leg writhed as if convulsing. Taesung turned his flushed face away and avoided looking at Jaeha.
