Part 2

　　Meanwhile, Ju Kangu had just returned to the club.

　　It had no sign, and nobody knew its exact business name. Among its regulars, it was simply known as “Place.” Although it was called a club, its true value wasn’t in the main hall. It was in the private rooms on the second floor and the third floor, completely sectioned off like a hotel.

　　It was one of the few exclusive spots where rare Alphas and Omegas could fully release their sexual urges like animals in heat. Ju Kangu had long relied on this place to find relief from the agony of his heat cycles, a suffering that medication alone was woefully insufficient to soothe.

　　It was no wonder, then, that Ju Kangu was a VIP customer at Place. Though no one knew he was effectively the owner.

　　It was a venue his parents, filthy rich but morally bankrupt, had set up for him to enjoy himself in comfort and privacy after he presented at eighteen. He had taken over management the moment he came of age. That was four years ago.

　　Standing in a second-floor private room at the club, which, again, was effectively his, even if the final paperwork was pending, Ju Kangu smirked in feigned ignorance.

　　“Wow. What happened here?”

　　It was unmistakably the aftermath of someone trashing the place.

　　The massive, heavy marble table lay overturned, and the floor was littered with so many broken liquor bottles that there was barely room to stand. Most notably, the cheek of Kwon Jaeyeong, a club regular, was abnormally swollen. The three friends surrounding him looked flustered and terrified by the commotion that had just taken place.

　　Jaeyeong looked up at Kangu in desperation, as if pleading with a king.

　　“Kangu…”

　　“Where’s Jitae?”

　　Despite his pleasant smile, Ju Kangu’s voice held a sharp edge.

　　He really shouldn’t have stepped away. Seeing the room where Han Jitae had been just moments ago, trashed and in disarray, made him anxious to the point of irritation. He’d screwed up. Big time. He never should have left someone like Jitae alone in a place like this.

　　The place was crawling with bastards just waiting for Kangu to leave so they could claim Jitae the moment they had the chance. Still, Kangu had thought it would be fine if he just tucked Jitae away in a private room for a short while. The problem was that he’d left him in the care of these morons since Jitae seemed to want to keep partying for once.

　　Jaeyeong could only groan in pain, unable to answer. The kid pressing a towel to Jaeyeong’s face to stem the bleeding answered instead.

　　“Some guy just took him.”

　　“Who?”

　　Naturally hot-tempered, Kangu felt his blood instantly boil.

　　Yet, as always, he didn’t let his true feelings show. Kids that age always froze up and stammered whenever he showed signs of anger. Pressing them just led to more headaches. Which was why Kangu made a habit of adopting a smooth, easygoing attitude and laughing off most situations.

　　“Looked like a bodyguard or something. He just barged in and took Jitae away without saying a word, so we don’t really know either.”

　　The others started chiming in with details. After piecing it all together, the story went like this.

　　Han Jitae had gotten drunk during Kangu’s brief absence. Not long after Jitae called someone and pestered them to come pick him up, a massive, menacing figure, easily over 190 centimeters tall, showed up.

　　By then, Jitae had already fallen asleep. Jaeyeong was caught red-handed fondling Jitae’s lips and thighs, which earned him a slap across the face from the man. When the others showed signs of resistance, the man supposedly lifted the marble table with just one hand and flipped it over. So when the stranger scooped Jitae up and carried him out, everyone let them leave without daring to make a sound.

　　After hearing the description of the man’s appearance, Kangu thought to himself.

　　Was that Woo Hyeonseung?

　　He had never seen the man in person, but he had heard about him from Jitae a couple of times.

　　Hardly a big deal, but it was unusual for Jitae to actually mention someone by name. Most of the time he was aloof and indifferent when it came to other people. It was a sign that Jitae was fond of the man, and so the name had stuck in Kangu’s mind. Chief Woo Hyeonseung. The bodyguard who had been by his side since the day Jitae turned twelve. The man who was closer than family.

　　He asked for Hyeonseung while drunk? Not me?

　　If it really was Hyeonseung who had taken Jitae, then that was a relief, even if it still pissed him off. At least it meant he hadn’t been abducted by some unidentified stranger.

　　Kangu took his phone out of his coat’s inner pocket and called Jitae.

　　If Hyeonseung took him, he’s probably at home.

　　Despite the phone ringing for what felt like forever, Jitae still didn’t pick up. But just as Kangu’s face began to darken…

　　One of Jaeyeong’s friends began to mumble in worry. The bleeding just wouldn’t stop.

　　“We need to go to the hospital.”

　　It was just a slap. Hyeonseung had probably intended for it to be little more than a quick scolding, but the impact had been devastating. Then again, maybe you needed that kind of physical prowess if you wanted to be a bodyguard for the kids of the elite. Kangu’s parents might have had plenty of money, but had raised their only son like a stray mutt. He had only ever heard stories about how pampered and coddled the precious heirs of real dynasties were.

　　Jaeyeong spat out a mouthful of blood that had pooled in his mouth. A single tooth came out along with it, landing in his blood-smeared hand. He looked pathetic with that missing front tooth, his face crumpling as if he were about to cry.

　　Kangu couldn’t help but snort at the sight.

　　Noticing the others staring at him in disbelief, like he was some sort of psychopath, Kangu quickly covered his mouth and wiped away the smile. Jaeyeong was the only one oblivious enough to talk to Kangu, his words hissing through the gap where his tooth used to be.

　　“Kangu… Can you give me a ride to the hospital?”

　　“Jaeyeong.”

　　Despite having laughed, Kangu didn’t exactly find the situation pleasant.

　　“What did I say about laying a hand on Jitae when I’m not around?”

　　Jaeyeong had been greedy. Hadn’t Kangu let him suck and fuck enough in the third-floor suite?

　　It took a certain kind of stupidity to be this reckless. Only then did Kwon Jaeyeong seem to recall getting beaten up for making unwanted advances on Han Jitae, his face turning pale.

　　Kangu still took him to the hospital, though. Things would get messy if Jaeyeong called an ambulance to the club or filed a police report at the hospital, and violence just wasn’t his style. No matter how much people badmouthed him behind his back as a punk, the truth was that Ju Kangu, who, for the record, had never once been struck by his parents, just hated the sight of blood.

　　All Kangu had to do was cut ties with Jaeyeong. In this circle, a falling-out with Ju Kangu meant the end of your social life. The dumb bastard could forget about ever showing his face at school again.

　　By the time he arrived at Han Jitae’s apartment after stopping by the emergency room, the sun was already rising.

　　Ju Kangu hesitated for a moment before punching in the code for the electronic lock.

　　Can’t believe this is how I end up in a three-way meeting with Woo Hyeonseung.

　　Oh well. Why not? It wasn’t as if he’d get beaten to death, right?

　　Still, he let out a sigh of relief when he quietly stepped into the apartment and sensed no signs of anyone else around. Jaeyeong might be okay with losing a tooth or two, but Kangu was rather attached to his own front teeth. At 181 centimeters tall, Ju Kangu wasn’t exactly small, but next to Woo Hyeonseung, he was just a kid.

　　Walking through the living room, dimly lit by the early light of dawn, Kangu headed toward the bedroom.

　　Han Jitae was sleeping so peacefully that you could have enshrined him in a church or something. All the tension on Kangu’s face since he’d left Jitae behind at the club seemed to melt away.

　　There’s my lover.

　　Kangu knelt beside the bed and toyed with Jitae’s hair.

　　Jitae slowly opened his eyes. When their eyes met, he broke into a soft, happy smile. Instead of saying hello, he began teasing Kangu.

　　“Hyeonseung says you’re crazy. For getting off on me sleeping with other people.”

　　Kangu was well aware. He was a broken mess hiding behind a fancy shell.

　　He had no intention of playing the part of the wholesome, perfect lover. As long as he could be the kind of lover who could do what Jitae needed, then that was enough. Even if that meant engaging in sordid acts that would make anyone else frown in disgust.

　　Han Jitae was an Alpha, an avatar of lust. A dominant Alpha, at that. There was no way a single Omega could ever satisfy him.

　　Chairman Han had certainly done his best, managing to keep a dominant Alpha a virgin until the age of twenty. He had probably wanted to protect his sweet baby boy from the likes of Ju Kangu.

　　Blissfully unaware of his father’s concerns, or at the very least, uncaring, Jitae playfully traced Kangu’s handsome features with his fingertips like he couldn’t get enough of the man’s striking appearance. The touch was ticklish yet endearing, causing Kangu to break into a smile that completely disarmed him.

　　Kangu planted a kiss on Jitae’s palm, his voice dripping with honey.

　　“Does that mean I’m going to get punished by Hyeonseung now? Is he going to tell your dad?”

　　“Nah. Hyeonseung would never do anything I hate. He’s considerate like that.”

　　Hrm. Kangu wasn’t actually curious about that. He just wanted to hear Jitae dissing Hyeonseung.

　　It seemed “Hyeonseung” held a special place in Jitae’s heart. He had even called him considerate. In that case, he might as well ask Hyeonseung to at least use some anesthetic when he took Kangu’s teeth.

　　Wanting Jitae to take his side, Kangu feigned a pout, furrowing his brows as he grumbled.

　　“You sure he’s considerate? Hyeonseung knocked out Jaeyeong’s tooth today.”

　　“Who’s Jaeyeong?”

　　Caught off guard by the question, Kangu let out a scoff of disbelief, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be acting sulky.

　　Kwon Jaeyeong was the Omega who, just a few hours ago, had sucked Jitae hard and squeezed him until he came. If nothing else, you’d think that the way he always begged to be fucked first like some pathetic little slut would have left some sort of impression.

　　Kangu knew Jitae wasn’t interested in other people, but still. Talk about haughty.

　　He found himself wondering if he was even special to Jitae. Sure, he was Jitae’s lover, but… Feeling distressed, Ju Kangu covered his eyes with his hand and let out a long sigh.

　　Must be nice for Hyeonseung. Having someone like Jitae be so clingy toward him.

　　Woo Hyeonseung. A man you could rely on more than your goddamned lover when you were drunk.

　　I bet he’s mature. And intense. Though from what I’ve heard, he’s a fucking thug.

　　God, he was jealous.

　　Kangu didn’t want to be petty, but Jitae kept provoking his feelings of envy.

　　Woo Hyeonseung was right. Ju Kangu was nuts. And he was insanely possessive of his lovers. He would only accept Jitae sleeping with others so long as Jitae didn’t fall in love with any of them. And Jitae wasn’t the kind of person whose attention could be captured by some loser just because they’d slept together.

　　But now, for some reason, he felt like he was one of those losers. Compared to Woo Hyeonseung, Ju Kangu was just another kid, no different from Kwon Jaeyeong. In any case, Kangu had been thoroughly outclassed by Hyeonseung, all through just a single phone call from Han Jitae.

　　Just as his hot temper began to flare and heat rose to his face, Jitae spoke in a straightforward tone, devoid of any flattery.

　　“You’re kind, too, you know.”

　　“…”

　　Kangu slightly parted his fingers and met Han Jitae’s staring eyes.

　　Looking into those bright eyes that met his own without any hesitation, he understood why Jitae saw Woo Hyeonseung as considerate and Ju Kangu as kind.

　　Han Jitae was like a mirror. He saw his own reflection in the person sitting across from him, while remaining oblivious or indifferent to traits he didn’t possess himself. Of course he was bound to find kindness and warmth even in the worst thugs and punks. Because he himself was kind.

　　It was why whenever Kangu was with Jitae, he felt like a better person than he actually was.

　　Jitae suddenly began to chuckle, a pretty smile playing on his face.

　　“And you really are a little crazy. It’s fun.”

　　For someone who seemed so perfect, it turned out Han Jitae had a twisted side, just like Ju Kangu.

　　For a moment, his heart sank, only to start pounding wildly. To a stimulation addict like Ju Kangu, Han Jitae was the greatest thrill.

　　Shit. I think I’ve actually fallen for him.

　　Kangu had originally intended to just take what he wanted and move on, but the more he got to know him, the more it seemed he was about to pour his whole heart into someone he couldn’t possibly handle. So much for this life. He was screwed.

　　Standing up, Kangu took off his coat and undid the buttons of his shirt.

　　“Release your pheromones.”

　　At that, Han Jitae’s pheromones, closer to a temperature than a scent, began filling the room.

　　Clean, scentless pheromones washed over every inch of his body like sunlight. Undoing his belt buckle revealed his beaded cock, an appendage that had gone completely unused since he met Han Jitae.

　　Kangu stripped off the rest of his pants and straddled the firm abdomen of his naked lover lying in front of him. Thoroughly lubricating two fingers with his mouth, he brought them down toward his ass. He frowned as he forced his fingers into his hole, which had gone woefully dry in the meantime.

　　Ugh. I hate taking it from behind.

　　Despite being an Omega, it wasn’t until he met Han Jitae that Ju Kangu realized just how tight and unyielding his ass could be.

　　Kangu had always been the one doing the penetrating, even when his partner was an Alpha. Typically, Omegas would feel an itch in their holes that grew wet at the slightest provocation, driving a desperate need to be filled by something. The only difference with Ju Kangu was that he experienced the sensations other Omegas felt in their asses in his cock-hole instead. This remained true even now, even after being exposed to the pheromones of a dominant Alpha.

　　As his cock engorged, the beads he had implanted long ago bulged beneath the stretched, thinning skin. His flaring urethral opening dripped with pre-cum, ravenously seeking a hole to penetrate. Yet, his ass, the place that ought to have been slick and ready, remained completely unresponsive.

　　Unable to properly take even just two fingers slicked with saliva, Ju Kangu thrust only his middle finger deep inside and violently moved it around. He relentlessly probed the specific spot that made his sides twitch. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on the faint sensations from his inner walls.

　　The opening parted like a dark dot as his insides began to grow wet with a series of loud squelches.

　　Perhaps aroused by the wet squelches, he could feel Jitae’s massive cock hardening like a hammer beneath his ass. Han Jitae splayed his palms wide and swept them up along both of Kangu’s thighs. It seemed as though he might just grab Kangu by the waist to lift him up and impale him right onto that massive cock.

　　Kangu deliberately narrowed his eyes and gave Jitae a warning.

　　“Wait.”

　　Jitae let out a sigh that betrayed his fraying patience, his eyelids drooping languidly.

　　He slowly sat up and raised himself, shifting the hands that had been stroking Kangu’s thighs to instead grip his lower cheeks. Then, like a kid sulking at not being handed a toy quickly enough, he roughly kneaded Kangu’s ass and pried his hole open. Urged on by that demanding gesture, Kangu hurriedly widened the opening.

　　Pressing firmly down on Jitae’s broad shoulders with his fingers, he issued another command.

　　“I said wait.”

　　“You don’t enjoy taking it from behind, do you?”

　　Despite Kangu’s low, menacing growls, Jitae didn’t shrink back as he usually might. Instead, he struck right at the heart of the matter. Ju Kangu flinched at the unexpected question.

　　Already…? Was it a mistake to set him up with another Omega?

　　As much as he disliked the idea of being the one taken, he was more worried that Jitae would soon grow bored with this half-baked Omega.

　　Having had no prior experience, Han Jitae had been satisfied simply thrusting into whatever was available. It was inevitable that he would eventually start looking for an Omega who got wet easily and was highly responsive. And if that was bound to happen anyway, it was better for him to sleep with someone Kangu had picked himself. That way, he could keep things under control.

　　After all, I have no intention of letting you go.

　　He intended to break him in, to tame that rear end, even if it took days of relentless thrusting once the time was right. That was something Ju Kangu excelled at. Such was the extent of this so-called psycho’s obsession.

　　Still, maintaining the pretense of being a decent human being meant he couldn’t simply force himself on someone who had lost his virginity less than two months ago. So until now, he had tested the waters with oral sex. In the meantime, Jitae seemed to have gained enough experience to notice that Kangu was stiff and unyielding.

　　He had thought the kid still had a long way to go just last night, but Jitae was learning faster than expected. Completely unaware of these dark intentions, Han Jitae simply looked at him in concern.