By Zephyria 
Cold sweat streamed down my back. Leaning against the wall, I stepped into the elevator just as it opened with a ding.
I felt bad for contradicting myself, but I really should contact Lee Kyung-jin. As I frantically pressed the button for the first floor and rummaged through my pockets with my other hand, a hand slipped through the gap in the elevator doors, preventing them from closing.
“My apologies.”
With a polite voice, a man stepped in beside me and nonchalantly pressed a button for a few floors down, followed by the close button.
“The meeting ended well. Well, not exactly… we aren’t on terms to even eat together. Just facing each other and talking is annoying. Please handle things like this on your own from now on. …Yes, I’m not going home today. Someone has illegally occupied my house. …You know exactly who you’re talking about. Yes, I won’t go back until Father returns to the family estate. So stop being stubborn and go back. I’m hanging up.”
I heard the man talking to someone on the phone. I was already irritated that the elevator had taken so long, and now my stomach churned because of this man who had stopped the elevator just to get on. I didn’t even have the composure to glare at his face; as I tried to take out my phone with trembling hands, I dropped it on the floor.
My phone… I need to pick it up and contact Lee Kyung-jin…
Now even my vision was shaking and blurred. As I groped the floor like a blind man, the man beside me asked, “Are you alright?”
“My phone…”
“Here.”
As the man approached, a thick scent surged toward me. It was a bittersweet yet sugary aroma, like putting a piece of dark chocolate in one’s mouth, and it felt as if it were thickly enveloping my entire body. Suddenly, my breath hitched, and a gasp escaped from my instinctively open throat.
“What the…!”
For some reason, a groan suppressed by bewilderment and shock escaped the man.
An unknown pain bloomed. As if hundreds or thousands of needles were piercing me, the skin all over my body became hypersensitive and stung.
It was a different kind of pain from the kind I felt when I was injured or hit. Feeling this pain for the first time in my life, I wrapped my arms around my shoulders and sobbed.
“You…”
The man grabbed my wrist with strong force. My wrist hurt from the tight grip, but strangely, the stinging pain vanished where the man’s skin touched mine.
“Fuck, you…”
The man couldn’t finish his sentence and simply called out to me as if reproaching me. Unable to utter the following words, a suppressed groan that failed to become a word scratched through his throat like the cry of a beast.
“…Please…”
I wrapped my hand around the man’s hand that was holding my wrist. Please. Without even realizing what I was saying, I stroked the back of his hand. My sweat-soaked palm clung to his skin like a snake. As if they weren’t my own, my fingers wrapped around the back of his hand and dug beneath the sleeve of his dress shirt, craving the skin inside.
The sweet scent grew stronger. Every time the man’s ragged breath fell upon the crown of my head, I inhaled violently, as if breathing oxygen delivered while trapped underwater.
“Someone, please do something…”
Pulling the man’s shoulder toward me, I clung to him and pleaded. My instincts were screaming that this man was the one who could alleviate this pain.
The man’s jaw was trembling, his teeth clenched as if enduring something. His upper body, tense with strength, was broad and hard, and the hand gripping my wrist trembled along with him.
“Please… it hurts…”
It hurts, it hurts. Please help me. Make it stop hurting.
Between me, clinging in desperation, and the man, who let out a low groan while trying to push me away, the elevator doors opened with a ding. It was the floor the man had pressed.
The hand holding my wrist let go. I grabbed the waist of the man as he struggled to turn away from me.
Don’t leave me. Help me. Save me.
The pleas that couldn’t become words came out as groans. Please, please. Do something about this pain whose reason and cause I don’t know. The man looked back at me as I clung to him.
The pupils looking down at me were laced with red veins. The man, who had been clenching his fists so hard that the tendons stood out, finally reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Ah…”
Led by the man, I stepped out of the elevator. Even as I was dragged along as if crawling on the floor, I struggled to follow him. The man’s pace was urgent. Opening a door with a key card and stepping inside, the man roughly shoved me into the room as if throwing me away.
With a loud thud, the door closed, and the man grabbed my body, which was collapsed on the floor, and dragged me somewhere.
“Ah, it hurts…”
Tears fell reflexively as I let out a moan of pain. The throbbing ache was becoming increasingly intense.
My body tumbled backward as the man flung me aside. Leaving me sprawled on the plush bed, the man hurriedly stripped off his jacket.
What is he trying to do?
I gasped for air while curled up, and the man lowered his body over me. His large frame covered me, and the sweet air I had felt earlier enveloped me. I couldn’t move my body, as if I had been electrocuted.
“What… stop…”
I barely managed to lift my hand to push the man’s shoulder away, but the warmth of his skin reached me through the thin dress shirt. That warmth triggered an indescribable excitement. My vision went white, and I felt dizzy.
Without a word, the man kissed me roughly. My lips, which were being crushed and rubbed, parted, and his tongue pushed inside. The tongue, parting my teeth, rubbed and poked the flesh inside my mouth here and there. Saliva leaked through my parted lips, but even that sensation flowing down my chin felt mysterious.
Every time I felt the man’s breath, a sweet pleasure replaced the pain. I didn’t desire sexual arousal from another person, but if it was in exchange for the pain I was feeling now, I wanted to welcome it gladly. I placed my hands on the man’s shoulders and pulled him in strongly.
I pressed my tongue against the man’s, which was exploring my mouth with snake-like flexibility, and rubbed against it. Regardless of my will, like a living creature, I repeatedly clashed, entwined, rubbed, and sucked at the man’s tongue.
Starting from my lips, every part of my body wanted to touch the man. This was my first experience, but it was strangely clear what my body wanted.
I rubbed and caressed the man’s shoulders and chest with my palms, and the man roughly tore off the suit jacket and dress shirt I was wearing.
Our groins, tangled and colliding, were both swollen hard.
This is strange, I feel like I’m going crazy.
While my body was pressed against the man’s, the pain piercing my entire body vanished, but in its place, an unknown thirst filled the void. Like a person suffering from extreme dehydration, I swallowed the man’s lips and drank in his saliva.
“Ah… haah…”
The man grabbed my chest, which had been exposed after the shirt was removed. Holding the small mound of flesh in his hand, the man kneaded it here and there like a child playing with clay.
With a strange feeling of strength leaving my body despite the throbbing, I hugged the man even more violently.
“Stop pestering me so much.”
The man reproached me in a suppressed voice, and I lifted my legs to wrap them around the man’s waist, twisting my body.
The man’s eyes flashed as he stared at me with our lips meeting. Unlike his eyes, which seemed filled with ill will as if glaring at me, the hand gripping and kneading my breast was urgent, as if wanting something.
The man, looking into my eyes that had blurred from the unfamiliar pain, slowly lowered his body. As I looked down at the crown of his head disappearing downward, I gasped when the man swallowed my protruding nipple in one bite.
The sensation of him sucking the nipple with his lips and then lightly biting it with his teeth sent a jolt of stimulation directly from my chest to my groin.
“Ah… ah, aaah…”
Letting out meaningless sounds—whether sighs or groans—my lips parted. I grabbed the man’s neatly groomed hair and tried to pull him away from my chest, but the man clung to my breast and showed no intention of letting go.
Heat was slowly gathering in my abdomen. It was stifling and agonizing. As the heat generated from the chest where the man’s lips touched spread throughout my body, it now felt as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling all over me.
“It hurts, it hurts…”
“It’s not pain,” the man reprimanded, as if he knew the pain I was feeling. Unfastening the buckle and zipper of his pants and pulling down his underwear in one go, the man roughly gripped his genitals. I let out a short scream, and the man rolled his erect member with his hand as if mocking me.
“Omegas are all like this.”
Having lost interest in my chest, the man’s hand now gripped my lean buttocks. The man’s grip was as formidable as his physique, to the point where my kneaded buttocks felt sore. After playing with my buttocks for a while, the man pulled them apart to the sides. The hole hidden inside flinched as it faced the cold air.
“Completely soaked…”
Unless my sphincter had made a mistake, there was no way my anus would be wet; he was talking nonsense. I wondered if he intended to humiliate me, but as his fingers dug into the hole and moved, a squelching sound echoed from below.
This is really… unbelievable.