By Zephyria 
“I went to visit Seon-yu, and I ran into Kwon Gwi-jun.”
Seo Yi-kyung chewed over the events of the day, bringing them back to the surface. It was an attempt to push away, even if only slightly, the overwhelming pressure emanating from Han Seung-jae. Perhaps it was also an attempt to avoid Han Seung-jae’s piercing gaze.
However, Han Seung-jae likely already knew the details. Nevertheless, he listened without interrupting.
“……Is that why you even shook off the driver? Whether you go to see him or not, you should have come back once the visit was over. Did you follow them all the way here just to end up in this state?”
“…….”
There was no way to refute that part. With his throat gripped, resistance had been meaningless. He had simply been dragged along wherever he was pulled.
Lowering his eyelids, Seo Yi-kyung looked down at his hands. Thanks to Han Seung-jae rubbing his wet palms, most of the blood had been washed away.
Seo Yi-kyung curled his fingers inward. Though some blood still remained beneath his nails, for some reason, the contact of their palms felt itchy and difficult to endure.
“Look up.”
Han Seung-jae gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s slender chin to examine the wounds on his face. Soon after, a damp finger caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s cheek. Traces of blood seeping out were visible near the cheekbone.
Han Seung-jae used his thumb to part his lips. The finger that had been scanning the cheek touched the tender mucosa inside the mouth. Seo Yi-kyung winced at the surge of pain.
“The inside is completely torn.”
As he spoke, Han Seung-jae ground his teeth. He clearly didn’t remember the fact that he had crushed the nose bone and hands of the person who had caused this with a hammer.
Still, Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t say a word. He simply stared at the blood splatters staining Han Seung-jae’s chin and tie.
“Move your hands.”
Seo Yi-kyung slowly released his grip on the suit jacket. Because he was wearing Han Seung-jae’s jacket, the oversized garment hung loosely.
As the jacket slid down, the torn shirt with ripped-off buttons was revealed. Without hesitation, Han Seung-jae grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s shirt and yanked it wide open. The nipples protruding from his white chest were nearly pale pink.
Han Seung-jae’s eyes narrowed slightly. Handprints were clearly visible on Seo Yi-kyung’s thin neck. When Han Seung-jae brushed his fingertips against the Adam’s apple, Seo Yi-kyung flinched and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his neck. Even a slight touch brought back the memory of what had happened earlier.
In those moments when he couldn’t breathe, a single second felt like an hour. He didn’t even remember how he had gotten a fork in his hand. He had simply swung whatever he could grab. He recalled the image of Han Seung-jae standing before him. Those cold eyes were not much different from how they were now.
Han Seung-jae’s gaze fixed on one spot. There were clear nail scratches below Seo Yi-kyung’s collarbone, caused by the buttons being ripped away.
Han Seung-jae traced that area with his finger, letting his fingertip slide. Other than that, there were no other prominent wounds. The most severe seemed to be the struck cheek and the violently throttled neck.
Despite this, Han Seung-jae stroked Seo Yi-kyung’s chest. The soft nipple disappeared into his palm and then reappeared between his fingers. Seo Yi-kyung hunched his shoulders.
Because he hadn’t been breathing properly, he didn’t remember clearly, but he didn’t think those areas had been touched. However, Han Seung-jae’s hand swept down his side, moving lower and lower.
Seo Yi-kyung lifted himself from the table. Come to think of it, he was far too close to Han Seung-jae. But as he stood, his body flowed right back into Han Seung-jae’s embrace. It was because Han Seung-jae had gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks.
“They didn’t… touch there…”
Regardless of other places, he was certain about this one. His hands definitely hadn’t reached below the waist. Therefore, there was no way any wounds could have formed.
“That’s why I’m checking.”
Doubt clouded Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes. But whether Han Seung-jae had even listened to him, the fingers gripping one cheek of his backside touched his hole. Startled, Seo Yi-kyung jerked his upper body back. If he hadn’t been wearing pants, the fingers would have easily slid inside.
As Seo Yi-kyung gathered the open suit jacket to cover his exposed chest and looked up, Han Seung-jae’s head tilted downward.
Seo Yi-kyung opened his mouth to continue speaking. However, the words failed to become sound and scattered. It was because Han Seung-jae had pressed his lips against his and pushed his tongue inside.
He teased the tip of Seo Yi-kyung’s startled, fluttering tongue and slid his tongue against the tender mucosa of the mouth. Seo Yi-kyung winced. Han Seung-jae’s tongue touched the torn wound. Because of this, his reaction to Han Seung-jae gripping his buttocks, spreading the cheeks, and pressing firmly against the hole was inevitably delayed.
Han Seung-jae’s tongue scraped the wound. Seo Yi-kyung let go of the suit jacket he had been holding, exposing his bare chest.
As Seo Yi-kyung tried to push Han Seung-jae’s chest away, Han Seung-jae sucked deeply on their entwined tongues.
“Ugh.”
The fishy taste of blood swirled around due to the rubbing tongue. Han Seung-jae flicked open Seo Yi-kyung’s pant buckle. His fingers dove into the drawers, tracing the cleft along the buttocks. Han Seung-jae’s fingers moved slowly as they touched the hole.
“Haa.”
Seo Yi-kyung let out a ragged breath. The inner mucosa of his lips, beaded with red blood, was flushed. Blood flowed from the open wound where Han Seung-jae’s tongue had scraped several times.
“Not wet at all?”
The tone of Han Seung-jae’s voice reaching his ear was so low that it pierced through instantly. Seo Yi-kyung blinked and swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. The saliva mixed with blood felt thick as it went down his throat.
For some reason, Han Seung-jae’s eyes seemed pleased. He appeared very gratified that Seo Yi-kyung’s body did not react to the scent of another Alpha.
Come to think of it, even Jin Seon-yu, who had come along, had faltered and reacted to the Alpha pheromones leaking from various places. But Seo Yi-kyung was an extreme dominant Omega. He was not aroused by the scents emitted by Dominant Alphas. However, the man in front of him was an exception.
The white sandalwood scent pheromone began to flow from Han Seung-jae’s body. Seo Yi-kyung gripped the open suit jacket as if to hide his twitching thighs.
“This is a problem.”
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t understand Han Seung-jae’s words immediately. In fact, he didn’t want to understand them.
As Han Seung-jae wrapped his arm around Seo Yi-kyung’s waist and stepped forward, Seo Yi-kyung was pushed backward. Before long, Seo Yi-kyung slumped down onto the sofa.
Han Seung-jae lowered his upper body to closely observe the wounds on Seo Yi-kyung’s face.
“I feel like if I fuck you here, I won’t be able to stop.”
It would take time for these wounds to heal. As if soothing a lingering regret, Han Seung-jae caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s lips with his finger. Soon, a knuckle slid deep inside. He deliberately avoided the right side and teased the tender mucosa on the left. He felt it would be fine to rub his cock here.
“……Ha, nngh.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s left cheek bulged. Han Seung-jae eventually pulled out his cock and forced it into Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth. Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes distorted due to the genitalia sticky against the inside of his mouth. He had no idea at what point—or rather, since when—he had gotten hard.
Han Seung-jae’s fingers touched Seo Yi-kyung’s wide-open chest. His fingers caressed the nail scratches below the collarbone as if trying to erase them, then moved to the nipple. The soft nipple stood up sharply.
“Ugh.”
Seo Yi-kyung let out a moan. It was because the large cock bent haphazardly and poked his throat. Han Seung-jae pulled his hips back. Then, as if the glans was caught on the edge of the lips, it slowly flowed inside.
“Why didn’t you just stay in the painting studio and paint?”
“Hng, ugh……”
Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t say anything. Not only because the genitalia filled his mouth tightly, but because his lips clamped shut due to the fingers that circled his nipple before digging in with a nail. Seo Yi-kyung’s eyelids kept flickering as the cock relentlessly dug into his mouth.
Whenever that happened, Han Seung-jae pulled his hips back to allow Seo Yi-kyung to breathe. Yet, he never fully withdrew his genitalia. He continued a constant piston motion back and forth. He rubbed his cock over the tongue, then retreated to caress the chest.
Han Seung-jae’s cold gaze lingered on the handprints left on Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. His hand slowly moved up to stroke Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. It was a neck that felt as if it would break with just a little bit of pressure.
“Cough……”
Seo Yi-kyung coughed just from the brush of Han Seung-jae’s hand. His hot tongue scraped the tip of the glans. Watching this, Han Seung-jae removed his hand from the neck.
“If you had, you wouldn’t have suffered such a rough fate.”
Han Seung-jae pulled his hips back and withdrew the genitalia he had crammed into the mouth. The cock, tangled in blood and saliva, was reddish.
He cupped Seo Yi-kyung’s left cheek and rubbed his genitalia against the wounded right cheek. The saliva-soaked cock touched one cheek and was rubbed harshly. The erect cock smeared against the area around Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes.
“Ugh, ngh!”
Pain flared as the flesh touched and rubbed incessantly against the wounded cheek. Soon after, the menacing cock, with prominent veins, urged Seo Yi-kyung’s red lips. When he opened his mouth, it teased the tongue, scraped the roof of the mouth, and then slid down Seo Yi-kyung’s throat.
“Stop going to random places and go to an exhibition. You like looking at art, don’t you? Look at something pretty.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s pupils trembled slightly. However, since his left cheek was held, his face tilted however Han Seung-jae moved. The cock persistently navigated the wounds. It was as if he were trying to erase every trace of another person’s touch.
“And why do you go around alone? You have Butler Do. That’s why I brought him into my house; if he’s useless, I’ll replace him with someone else.”
Han Seung-jae stopped talking. Seo Yi-kyung had his eyes closed.
“Seo Yi-kyung.”
Han Seung-jae poked Seo Yi-kyung’s lips firmly with the cock he was gripping. But there was no sign of the eyelids lifting.
“Are you asleep?”
Finally, Han Seung-jae clicked his tongue lowly. Seo Yi-kyung had fallen asleep. After all, he had exhausted twice as much energy as usual.
Even so, the cock touched Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. It touched the red lips and flowed into the mouth. He had never had a hobby of attacking sleeping people, but even while looking at the closed-eyed Seo Yi-kyung, his arousal did not fade.
Han Seung-jae wrapped his fingers around the vein-bulging genitalia and massaged it up and down. Semen surged from the tip of the gripped cock. Han Seung-jae rubbed the semen that had landed stickily on Seo Yi-kyung’s eyelids with his finger.
Soon, his hand touched Seo Yi-kyung’s mottled cheeks, the neck with handprints, and the place where the nail scratches were. Performing an action that seemed like both wiping away the semen and spreading it, he gazed intently down at the sleeping Seo Yi-kyung.