Chapter 80: Forced Again

“Don’t… ngh, ugh… please….”

There was no strength at all in the words pushing him away.

Sobbing like a child, he couldn’t control his body, which had gone completely limp.

If he slipped up even slightly, the single frayed thread of reason he was clinging to with all his might would slide right out of his grasp.

And the moment that happened, he knew he would spread his legs and beg him to f*ck him.

Lust bleached his vision stark white.

Faced with this raw, overwhelming carnal desire for the first time, Han-geon couldn’t do anything.

The enormous urge writhing inside his body dragged his unbalanced form this way and that.

While Han-geon stopped resisting and merely swallowed back his tears, Eun-gyeol unexpectedly loosened the necktie that had bound his hands without much resistance.

His hands slid limply down onto the floor.

Yet instead of clenching his fists and hitting him, Han-geon turned his body and stretched out his unsteady arms to wrap them around Eun-gyeol’s neck.

It was desperation—because it felt like it had to be Eun-gyeol’s body, or nothing.

It was as if he were possessed.

As if his body had become a marionette, and someone else was pulling the strings, mocking him cruelly as they played with him.

“Haha….”

Eun-gyeol laughed with eyes that had lost all reason.

A cruel, blood-tinged smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

“Right now, f*ck, Han-geon…
You’re clinging to my neck like this?

If you do that, then I…”

His words cut off there.

Something familiar thrust into his exposed slit without warning.

With vacant eyes, Han-geon spread his legs.

A couple of fingers dug into his hole without any consideration, but it didn’t hurt at all.

Instead, it was frustrating—achingly so.

A body that already knew the pleasure Eun-gyeol could give abandoned all backbone and pride, craving something even greater.

It urged him to open his mouth and beg Eun-gyeol to do more.

Han-geon bit down hard on his lips, swallowing the words he absolutely must not say.

When he stopped resisting, Eun-gyeol didn’t rush either.

The fingers burrowed inside curled into a hook shape.

Even after instantly finding a spot he knew all too well, he didn’t press in hard.

As if teasing him, he only circled around it.

The slow back-and-forth of the fingers made the inner walls shudder as they swallowed them greedily.

Seeing how he was silently begging, Eun-gyeol let out a short laugh.

“Han-geon.”

A damp voice whispered quietly.

“Try saying it.

Ask me to f*ck you.”

“…uh, hngh… ugh, p-please….”

“f*ck, Choi Han-geon.

Get a grip and look at me.”

Listening to the sobbing moans, Eun-gyeol viciously flicked his tongue out to lick his lips.

Something wet and hard sucked at his lips hotly, then gnawed down with teeth.

Panting roughly, he urged him again.

“Look me in the eyes and say it properly.

Say you like me.”

“Please… th-this, hngh, don’t… you crazy bastard… hngh….”

“Not that kind of bullshit.”

Without warning, the fingers withdrew and then plunged back in with a dull thud.

They entered as forcefully as a cock and immediately stabbed right into the sweet spot.

Han-geon’s eyes flew wide open.

At the same time saliva streamed from his gaping mouth, red fluid burst from his fully erect cock.

“Aah!”

“f*ck, say it.

Say you like me.”

Tears streamed down, soaking his temples and the sides of his ears.

Clamping his lips tightly shut, dry and cracked, Han-geon silently shook his head.

Even amid the searing heat, that was the one thing his mind fiercely rejected.

“I won’t… not like this… forced—ah!”

Before he could finish, the fingers punished him mercilessly, slamming into the sweet spot again and again.

As if venting anger, they thrust in carelessly several times before abruptly pulling out.

A clear strand stretched long between the fingers and his entrance, unspeakably obscene.

His lower body, melted into mush, jerked violently at just the fingers withdrawing.

Even so, he bit his lips until the end, suppressing his moans.

In response, the sweet, cloying scent thickened even more, surging in to melt his entire body.

It felt like he might roll his eyes back from pheromones alone.

“P-please… Eun-gyeol, ngh… this pheromone, just a little—”

“Choi Han-geon….”

Eun-gyeol buried his face into Han-geon’s trembling chest, his eyes gleaming like a beast as he inhaled deeply.

“Do you even know…
what you smell like right now?”

A red tongue approached and slowly licked up along a protrusion.

At the sensation of being touched somewhere he had never expected, Han-geon jolted, eyes wide.

His hips and thighs instantly went rigid as stone.

It was a place Eun-gyeol had never once touched, despite the countless times they’d been together.

“I’m gonna f*cking die from how good it is.

That smell… of the omega I imprinted.”

Muttering as if he’d lost his mind, Eun-gyeol lifted his mouth from Han-geon’s chest.

Then something long and thick roughly forced its way inside.

With a dull thump, thick fluid splattered between his thighs.

“Aah!”

Eyes bulging, Han-geon raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The scream reverberated muffled inside his palm.

The thick, burning cock mercilessly churned his insides.

It crushed and ground against the sweet spot that had only been lightly teased by fingers before.

Each time the thick part mashed against him, his thighs spasmed uncontrollably.

His ass clenched hard as stone, squeezing his entrance tight.

Eun-gyeol furrowed one brow and let out a harsh breath.

“Relax,” he ordered curtly, slapping his ass with his palm.

The punished flesh jumped, trembling violently.

“Like that, hah… you like it, Han-geon?

Your eyes are about to roll back.”

He whispered into his shapely ear, then suddenly bit down hard on the rim.

Han-geon was so consumed by pleasure he didn’t even register the cruel sensation of cartilage being crushed between teeth.

It felt like someone was strangling him.

His vision blurred, strength drained from his body, and his consciousness teetered dangerously on the edge.

“Ah!

Ngh, ah!

Aah… ah!”

Moans spilled from his mouth—sounds that didn’t even feel like his own.

They were closer to screams.

Each time Eun-gyeol’s body pressed heavily down on him and the long cock stabbed mercilessly inside, his head tipped back again and again.

Exposing his neck defenselessly, Han-geon thrashed.

Even so, he clung desperately to Eun-gyeol’s body, like someone drowning.

The fierce attachment to the one pouring down pleasure like life-saving rain onto a body that felt starved and dried out beyond endurance—
No amount of reason could stop it.

Han-geon no longer had the ability to halt this act.

As if the brakes had completely failed and torn free, his body kept racing toward pleasure, again and again.

“Say it.

Ask for more.”

“Nggh, ah—!”

“Beg me to f*ck you harder.”

Eun-gyeol’s commands broke off as he thrust his hips.

A furious shadow loomed over Han-geon’s body as he cried and shook his head.

Finally stopping the thrusting, Eun-gyeol looked down at him with an arrogant face and repeated the command.

“Say it.

Ask me to f*ck you.

Call my name, Choi Han-geon.”

“P-please… s-stop, just… please….”

“f*ck, be honest already.

Look me in the eyes and call my name.”

The obsessive, relentless command battered his muddled mind over and over.

The thread Han-geon had been holding onto slipped smoothly from his grasp.

This was the end of resistance.

Looking up at Eun-gyeol with unfocused, tear-soaked eyes, Han-geon opened his mouth in a vacant voice.

“F-f*ck me….”

“Who am I?

Who do you think you’re f*cking right now, Han-geon?”

“Cha… Cha Eun…gyeol.”

His eyes blinked weakly as he tried to cling to an image that wouldn’t even properly form in his vision.

As tears streamed down, his gaze met Eun-gyeol’s—who was devouring him whole with lust.

Facing eyes fixed on him like a raptor’s, not wavering for even an instant, Han-geon’s lips trembled.

“That’s right.

Good.

Do it again.

Call my name and ask me to f*ck you.”

Eun-gyeol gently stroked his cheek.

The hand reeking of an intoxicatingly good scent felt pleasant.

Swallowing his hitching sobs, Han-geon forced his mouth open.

“Eun-gyeol… Eun-gyeol-ah.

f*ck me… ah!”

Grinding his teeth, Eun-gyeol suddenly began slamming into him.

With no reason or restraint, he clung to him and pistoned his hips violently.

The thick cock scraped carelessly along the inner walls.

Each time their bodies met at the base, sticky fluid splashed in all directions.

The hand around Eun-gyeol’s neck flailed uselessly through the air.

As punishment, Eun-gyeol violated him even harder inside.

Once again, Han-geon had no choice but to cling desperately to his neck.

Unable to endure the relentless pounding that tore through his entire body, he broke down sobbing.

His neatly trimmed nails dug into Eun-gyeol’s back, then slid down uselessly.

The beastlike thrusting was vulgar beyond measure.

That sharpened gaze, honed like a blade, never left Han-geon as he sobbed beneath him.

Each time Eun-gyeol lunged in and sucked at his lips as if to devour him, his raw desire was laid bare.

“Feels good?

f*ck, Han-geon.

Answer me.”

The repeatedly rubbed junction burned red, bubbling slightly.

Faced with pleasure that tempered his entire body, Han-geon couldn’t even keep his eyes open properly.

His unfocused gaze drifted up toward the ceiling.

When Eun-gyeol forcibly grabbed his chin and pressed him for an answer, Han-geon nodded dully.

“It… feels good.”

“Say it.

Say it feels good because I’m f*cking you.”

“Cha… Eun-gyeol is… ngh… f*ck… f*cking me… and it… it feels… g-good….”

“I feel the same, Choi Han-geon.

It’s so f*cking good I could lose my mind.”

He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore.

Between the suffocating alpha pheromones and Eun-gyeol’s coercive actions that felt like they would swallow him whole, he couldn’t think straight at all.

The muscles gripping his cock spasmed involuntarily.

His entrance fluttered obscenely, thighs trembling as they clamped around Eun-gyeol’s waist.

Eun-gyeol stopped his savage thrusting.

Instinctively realizing it was the moment of climax, Han-geon desperately flailed his hands, trying to push Eun-gyeol away.

The moment he grabbed his sweat-soaked shoulders, his hands slid off helplessly.

He strained his body again, trying desperately to escape—

“…Huh…?”

Han-geon forced his fading eyes wide open.

His lower abdomen suddenly began to swell and knot, round like a ball.

Something that should never be happening was happening inside his body.

The indescribably horrific sensation instantly plunged Han-geon into overwhelming terror.