Part 1

　　They say children are mirrors of the adults around them.

　　Woo Hyeonseung believed there was truth to the old saying. Han Jitae, the youngest of three heirs of the AK Group, whom Woo Hyeonseung had guarded for the past eight years, was a twenty-year-old kid, whereas his first romantic partner, Ju Kangu, was suspiciously sly for someone only four years older. And lately, Han Jitae had been picking up some odd habits from that older Omega.

　　Which also meant that lately, Hyeonseung found himself increasingly at a loss over these newly acquired bad habits of Jitae’s.

　　One of which was getting so wasted that he couldn’t even steady himself. Just like right now.

　　It used to be that Jitae would always return home the next morning looking perfectly fresh, no matter how hard he partied all night with other young heirs who were just as wild as he was. As much as he loved to party, he had always hated the taste of anything bitter, and this used to mean no alcohol. But now? Here he was, dead drunk and slumped right into Hyeonseung’s arms.

　　Although Jitae didn’t feel heavy to Hyeonseung, a hulking mass of muscle nearly two meters tall, lifting and carrying an unconscious man 184 centimeters tall was certainly no easy feat.

　　Hyeonseung raised the arm holding Jitae’s legs to punch in the passcode for the apartment. As the door opened, he couldn’t help but frown.

　　He had expected as much, but the apartment looked like a total dump.

　　Han Jitae, who had insisted on living by himself and stormed out of Chairman Han’s main residence the moment he came of age, was living in a trash heap where nothing seemed to have been cleaned. It was hardly surprising. He was a young master raised in the lap of luxury. A spoiled brat who had never once cleared away even a single glass with his own two hands.

　　He had always been the type who only cared about keeping himself clean and looking good. Which always left Hyeonseung to take out the trash left in his wake, literal or otherwise. Woo Hyeonseung stepped inside, kicking aside the clutter scattered across the floor to clear a path.

　　Knowing he had to at least wash the kid’s hands and feet before putting him to bed, Hyeonseung sat Jitae on the dining table instead of heading straight to the bedroom. As he brushed back Jitae’s disheveled bangs, the young man swaying on the tabletop in a daze, Hyeonseung grumbled to himself.

　　“Damn kid’s got nothing but his looks.”

　　Jitae was nothing more than a pretty face, a spoiled child who needed someone else to handle everything for him.

　　And much to his own regret, the person who had raised Han Jitae that way was none other than Woo Hyeonseung himself.

　　When Hyeonseung lucked into getting hired as security for the AK Group’s owners eight years ago and met the then-twelve-year-old Han Jitae, he found himself unable to do anything but indulge the boy’s every whim. It wasn’t just Hyeonseung, either. Most of the staff at the Han house acted as if they were ready to give him the world, hell, even their very hearts and souls, the moment he blinked those big puppy-dog eyes.

　　At the time, Woo Hyeonseung was still just a twenty-four-year-old, run-of-the-mill neighborhood punk, and he had never seen anything so adorable in his life.

　　Back then, Jitae was like a young angel carved from marble. It was only natural that a thug who had never handled anything priceless would overprotect him, always fretting that Jitae might get blown away by the wind or shattered if held too tightly. Of course, things weren’t much different now that Han Jitae had turned twenty.

　　If anything, Jitae looked even more like an angel now, giving Hyeonseung increasing cause for worry as the days went by. Having taken it for granted since childhood that everyone around him would dote on him and cater to his every need, Jitae possessed a gentle nature that made no fuss no matter who touched him or how. A trait that caused Hyeonseung concern in and of itself.

　　As Hyeonseung gazed with mixed feelings at Jitae, who was nodding off in a drunken stupor, his expression suddenly hardened when he noticed the young man’s attire. His outfit was unusually provocative.

　　“…Please don’t walk around dressed like this, sir. Even if you’re an Alpha, you’re liable to get taken from behind.”

　　Hell, even Woo Hyeonseung, a Beta, wanted to take Jitae’s ass.

　　A perfectly tailored leather jacket that fit snug over his lean, well-defined upper body. A thin turtleneck knit that clung to his solid pecs and relatively slender waist.

　　From the slacks that blatantly outlined his long, muscular thighs to the shoes that looked expensive at a glance, Han Jitae was decked out in a sleek all-black ensemble, the kind of look that would drive perverts wild. Hyeonseung figured that this outfit was probably the preference of Jitae’s lover, Ju Kangu. A man overflowing with sophistication.

　　Jitae slowly opened his eyes, asking what was wrong in the languid tone characteristic of the ultra-wealthy.

　　“Why? I dressed modestly today.”

　　“Modestly, my ass…”

　　Even the usual unfinished-looking rags that Jitae called fashion would be less provocative than this. Hyeonseung felt uncomfortable making eye contact with Jitae, afraid he’d get turned on for no reason by a kid too precious to be touched.

　　Letting out a soft sigh, Woo Hyeonseung held out his palm toward Han Jitae.

　　“Lift your leg.”

　　A long thigh settled into Hyeonseung’s grasp without a single word.

　　As he stroked down the back of Jitae’s thigh and gave a gentle tug at the hollow of the knee, the Alpha’s upper body naturally tilted backward. After laying him down on the dining table, Hyeonseung positioned himself between his legs and gripped one bony ankle. Just as he pushed the heel of the shoe off with his fingertips and reached for the other shoe…

　　Jitae’s knit top rode up ever so slightly, revealing a pack of abs marked with vivid red bite marks. Furrowing his dark brows, Hyeonseung pulled the top up to Jitae’s chest. A scoff of disbelief escaped him at the sight of the upper body covered in blotchy marks.

　　Hyeonseung shot daggers at Jitae as he looked up.

　　“Just how many bastards were you even with?”

　　What’s more, the marks were all fresh.

　　He should have realized something was up the moment he noticed Jitae smelling of soap rather than alcohol despite being drunk. Come to think of it, the place where he had picked Jitae up was a bar notorious for young brats with secondary genders engaging in promiscuous behavior.

　　Jitae didn’t seem particularly flustered about showing the bite marks and hickeys scattered across his body to Hyeonseung. All he did was stare back, puzzled by the ferocity with which Hyeonseung was glaring at him.

　　Hyeonseung brought his face close to Jitae’s and asked a question in a subdued, sunken voice.

　　“You. Sleeping around with just about anyone these days? And with multiple partners at once, no less?”

　　As naive and innocent as Han Jitae was, Hyeonseung had assumed that the vigorous young Alpha would have naturally lost his virginity once he started dating. He had tried his best to turn a blind eye to the painful reality by refusing to even imagine Han Jitae’s romantic life. In doing so, however, he had overlooked a crucial fact.

　　That fact was that Ju Kangu, the Omega four years his senior whom Han Jitae was hopelessly smitten with, was the kind of lowlife dirtbag that Hyeonseung refused to share a table with. Ju might have looked like a decent college student raised in a wealthy, well-mannered family at first glance, but deep down, he was nothing but trash.

　　Having cut his teeth as a thug in the nightlife scene, Hyeonseung could spot a fuckboy the moment he saw one. To assholes like them, secondary genders and pheromones were nothing more than aphrodisiacs to fuel their excitement. It was easy to guess what they’d get up to when they got together. It was just that he had never imagined that Han Jitae would cross paths with that kind of filth.

　　“Not just anyone.”

　　Jitae spoke with a nonchalance that bordered on innocence, though his words were anything but.

　　“Only the kids Kangu tells me to sleep with.”

　　“What?”

　　Getting hit over the head with a length of timber would have shocked Hyeonseung less than what Jitae just said.

　　“Kangu says he wants to watch me do it with someone else.”

　　Ugh. Ju Kangu. That fucking sicko.

　　Sure, the sweeter the treat, the likelier you were to get an infestation of worms. But of all the parasitic freaks to latch onto Jitae, why’d it have to be someone like Kangu? Hyeonseung pressed his hand hard against his throbbing forehead.

　　“You’re telling me the sick fuck actually likes the idea of his lover screwing another guy?”

　　“He said that’s just how people play. Apparently, I was the only one who didn’t know.”

　　What kind of bullshit was that? At this point, Hyeonseung’s blood was well past the point of boiling.

　　Hyeonseung had cherished Jitae like the apple of his eye, afraid to lay a finger on him lest he get a scratch. And now it turned out that the shameless bastard hadn’t just snatched up Jitae the moment he came of age. Ju was even sharing him around with others.

　　If I’d known it would come to this, I would have taken him for myself.

　　The fact that he harbored such bitter resentment proved that Hyeonseung was just as shameless.

　　Hyeonseung felt his blood boiling so fiercely it felt like his veins would burst. Eyes bloodshot, he grabbed Jitae’s clean-cut face. And in his agitation, his crude, honest feelings spilled out.

　　“Did you spread your ass for them?”

　　Hyeonseung found it ridiculous that, being a man himself, his first instinct in this situation was to police the other guy’s ass.

　　He could tolerate Jitae, an Alpha, giving in to his instincts and going around banging anything that moved. But for some reason, the idea of Jitae getting fucked by another guy was absolutely intolerable, even if sex was sex regardless of which hole was used and by whom.

　　Jitae tilted his head, puzzled by Hyeonseung’s out-of-the-blue curiosity. Not knowing the reason for the question but clearly intimidated by Hyeonseung’s fierce expression, he hesitated.

　　“Why? Am I not supposed to?”

　　It seemed he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

　　Feeling like waiting for a proper answer would only shorten his lifespan, Hyeonseung grabbed the waistbands of Han Jitae’s slacks and boxers with one hand and pulled them down to his knees to reveal a straight, pale pink cock. God. Even that massive, fully matured Alpha cock of his was pretty.

　　“Roll over. Now.”

　　Despite giving the command, Hyeonseung was just too fucking impatient, causing him to grab Jitae by the sides and physically flip him over to reveal Jitae’s compact, muscular ass. When Hyeonseung pressed down on the curve of Jitae’s waist, the pale cheeks parted, revealing a red hole twitching in the gap.

　　A vein throbbed visibly at Hyeonseung’s temple.

　　“Fuck, Jitae. Your ass is swollen.”

　　“So? It’s my body. I can do whatever I want with it.”

　　Upset at being scolded for what he felt was no reason, Jitae pouted in a sullen retort.

　　Upon pressing his fingertips firmly against the swollen entrance and rubbing up and down, Hyeonseung found the hole began to squelch, like Jitae’s insides were wet. Sure enough, upon shoving two fingers deep inside, they came away slick and wet. Jitae flinched at the sudden insertion.

　　“Hey!”

　　Hyeonseung began working his fingers to fuck Jitae’s ass, his palm slapping loudly against the pale cheeks. As he spread his fingers, the dark, gaping hole began dripping with pearly bodily fluids.

　　He had never heard of an Alpha who ejaculated from his ass. Which meant this semen had to belong to some fucking bastard who’d had the time of his life pounding his dick away before unloading inside.

　　Hyeonseung swallowed the worried groans rising in his throat and did his best to stay calm.

　　“So you just let anyone fuck you and cum inside if Ju Kangu tells you to?”

　　“Ngh! N-No. Mmph! They only used their mouths! So… S-stop! Stop doing that…!”

　　Even as the other man whimpered and whined, Hyeonseung didn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out like a cock.

　　“No?”

　　As Hyeonseung’s fingers caught the subtle ridges of delicate lining, he viciously ground and rubbed against the swollen spot before he could realize what he was doing. Jitae clamped down hard, his muscles spasming with such intensity it felt like he was going to snap the fingers right off.

　　“Aghhh…”

　　The moment Jitae let out another moan, Hyeonseung found his palm suddenly drenched.

　　He abruptly stopped moving his hand and pulled his fingers out of the opening. A clear stream of fluid ran between his fingers, all the way down to his wrist. This definitely wasn’t semen left behind by some other bastard.

　　Staring at his hand in disbelief, Hyeonseung muttered to himself.

　　“So… What. Is all this cum really coming out your ass?”

　　It was hard to believe a male Alpha could be like this.

　　Jitae looked like he’d pass out if Hyeonseung fed him a cock instead of fingers.

　　Hyeonseung’s cock swelled and hardened at a frightening pace. His face flushed a deep, dark red, he unzipped the pants of his suit, lowering his underwear as he whipped out his fully erect member. Even he had to admit that his monstrously large cock looked grotesque, its urethral opening pulsing as it sought a tight hole to milk it dry.

　　Hyeonseung gripped his cock, thick and ridged with bulging veins, and guided the tip to the slick, wet entrance of Jitae’s ass. Grabbing the back of Jitae’s neck, he growled a warning.

　　“Relax, or you’ll get hurt.”

　　“Huh?”

　　As Jitae tried to jerk his upper body up in surprise, Hyeonseung pressed down on the back of his neck and forced his cock inside. Stunned by the shock of being breached from behind as the massive member slowly disappeared into the opening, Jitae couldn’t even scream in pain. All he could do was gasp for air as he struggled to breathe. It couldn’t be helped.

　　Even a full day of loosening him up wouldn’t have been enough to accommodate Hyeonseung’s cock. Hesitating at the moment of insertion just because it was his first time would only have made things worse for both of them. Hyeonseung gently massaged the back of Jitae’s stiff neck, soothing him with a quiet voice that had lost all its anger.

　　“Good boy. Just hang in there a little longer.”

　　Hyeonseung steadied his breathing, suppressing the urge to let his movements run rampant and wild.

　　Jitae wasn’t the only one who felt like he was going to die. Hyeonseung was in agonizing pain, too, having forced his cock into that impossibly tight hole. Yet, the moment he entered, he wanted to come. He wanted to shake his hips, grind his glans against the searing inner walls, and stimulate his shaft. He didn’t care if the tight entrance tore his skin or the base of his cock snapped. His erection wouldn’t subside until he came.

　　Still buried deep inside, Hyeonseung gently rocked his hips up and down, grinding against where they were joined. Even with that mechanical motion, the friction between his cock and the inner walls soon produced thick, wet squelches. Pulling his hips back just a bit from the ass pressed against him, he began to pound Jitae’s ass in short, quick bursts.

　　As he squeezed out every last ounce of patience to pave the way with several deliberate strokes, he heard Jitae let out a whiny moan.

　　“Nngh… Ah… There… There! Mmm.”

　　“Where?”

　　Despite being the one who asked, Hyeonseung knew that with his cock filling the space so completely, there was no way Jitae could distinguish exactly which spot needed to be hit.

　　Hyeonseung withdrew his cock all the way until only the head rested at the entrance. It seemed Jitae had come again, judging by the jet-black pubes at the base of the thick shaft, soaked through as it slid out of him. Hyeonseung slowly thrust inside again, raking the inner walls back and forth like his cock was a giant claw. The fluids clinging to his pubes were swept against the tightly stretched opening, pooling in thick layers.

　　When Jitae arched his slender back with a gasp, Hyeonseung gave another short thrust.