Chapter 2

　　“Here?”

　　Jitae didn’t need to answer that question. The inner walls of his ass clung to Hyeonseung’s cock, rippling and pulsing around it.

　　Hyeonseung gripped Jitae’s hips to anchor him firmly before pounding his cock in like a hammer. He pulled his own hips far back, drawing a cry from Jitae, then thrust repeatedly, burying himself deep with every stroke.

　　Jitae’s pale ass soon flushed red like it had been spanked as Hyeonseung repeatedly slammed his hips against it with every thrust. Hyeonseung gritted his teeth at the sight of Jitae’s tight hole visibly swelling, ass cheeks quivering. The fluids pooling in the crack churned against the friction of their skin, turning into a thick, slick paste. Just watching it was enough to make him want to cum, while the hot, thoroughly softened inner walls kneaded his cock.

　　The way Jitae swallowed with his ass, sucking far more hungrily than any blowjob, made Hyeonseung feel like his dick was going to explode. He didn’t even try to hold back as he came. He could feel his cum spurting out in rhythmic pulses, getting sucked deep into those churning inner walls.

　　Lowering his upper body, Hyeonseung nibbled at Jitae’s earlobe.

　　“Stop sucking so hard, Jitae… You’re squeezing so tight that my cock’s still rock-hard even after cumming.”

　　“…Did you cum inside?”

　　For someone who casually talked about fucking god-knows-who, that seemed to come as a shock to him. But Hyeonseung didn’t care, too intoxicated by the pleasure as he stroked Jitae’s slender back and began moving his hips again. The urge to climax refused to subside.

　　“At this rate, I might just end up pissing inside of you.”

　　“Ngh…!”

　　Jitae let out a whimper as he felt the cock buried deep inside him swell in size.

　　Jitae was the one who desperately needed to release something. His cock had gotten hard while he was getting fucked in his ass, flushed a deep, angry red and throbbing with pain. Yet, despite having been thoroughly played with throughout the night in the club room by Ju Kangu and a few of his favorite Alphas and Omegas, Jitae had been dry, unable to spill a single drop of seed. And whether he realized this or not, Hyeonseung skillfully prodded the very spots that made Jitae writhe, driving his arousal to a fever pitch.

　　He wanted to release something. Anything. Even if it was his urine, just like Hyeonseung had suggested. And so, Han Jitae urged Woo Hyeonseung on, just as he always did when he didn’t know what to do on his own.

　　“Ah… I need to cum. My stomach hurts… Hurry.”

　　“Desperate for a rut, are we?”

　　Desperate to cum, Jitae was mindlessly thrusting his hips, his body recalling the sensation of driving himself into Ju Kangu.

　　Hyeonseung gently wrapped his hand around Jitae’s cock, which jutted out and swayed in the air.

　　“Go ahead. Let’s see how you fuck.”

　　Jitae thrust wildly against Hyeonseung’s loosely curled fist.

　　It wasn’t much different from the sex he was used to in the way he was thrusting in and out haphazardly. All Jitae cared about was stimulation to his cock. He didn’t really care about the how. Clinging tightly to the firm wrist that held him, he moved his hips with such frenzy that he didn’t even realize he was slamming his backside hard against Hyeonseung.

　　Hyeonseung’s stiff and angry demeanor melted for once as he suddenly chuckled, his tone teasing, like he was ribbing a kid.

　　“You’ll never cum today like that.”

　　Jitae didn’t even know what he was doing wrong. Having always been surrounded by an abundance of people who doted on him, he had never really learned how to masturbate properly.

　　Hyeonseung pressed firmly down on Jitae’s bucking lower back and guided his hips forward and back. As Jitae moved in sync with Hyeonseung’s control, a wave of impending climax washed over him, and soon, beads of pre-cum began to drip. Hyeonseung’s large hand tightened around Jitae’s cock, his broad thumb rubbing against the opening of the tip as it grew slick and wet.

　　“Aah… Ngh. Good… Feels… So good. So good… Gonna go crazy…”

　　Even Ju Kangu had never taught him anything like this.

　　Up until now, he had thought sex was simply a matter of ramming his cock into a hole and thrusting away. But it turned out he had to fuck a specific way in order to feel good.

　　“Agh!”

　　A fountain of fluid suddenly gushed from his cock, an organ he had thought was completely drained.

　　The sensation was unlike a standard ejaculation. Jitae stared in bewilderment at his member as a stream of clear fluid trickled from it. He could see his thigh muscles spasming from the sudden, cooling rush of relief, yet the area remained numb from the intense friction of the act.

　　He could vividly feel Hyeonseung’s still rock-hard erection sliding right out. Jitae shuddered at the sudden emptiness left behind by the massive member as Hyeonseung rubbed himself against Jitae’s ass to finish, hastily ejaculating to wrap things up.

　　The moment Jitae realized it was over, the tension drained from his body, and tears began spilling from his eyes.

　　“Jitae…?”

　　Hyeonseung was startled by the sound of Jitae’s faint sobbing.

　　He quickly flipped Han Jitae, still slumped over the dining table, around to face him. Jitae was bawling his eyes out, his naturally pale face flushed blotchy red.

　　“That was my first time bottoming…”

　　Oh. Hyeonseung cursed to himself, realizing far too late that he had made a mistake.

　　Perhaps sensing the guilt in Hyeonseung’s expression, Jitae grumbled in indignation. His point was simple. Why do something that was going to make him feel guilty?

　　“You didn’t even let me take my clothes off. I kept bumping into the dining table. It was hard and it hurt and it was uncomfortable! And, and… You came inside me. Without a condom.”

　　It seemed Ju Kangu had at least managed to teach him one thing properly. That ejaculating inside someone without a condom was the sort of thing only the lowest son of a bitch would do. Hyeonseung couldn’t decide if that was a relief or not.

　　“You fucking thug.”

　　Hyeonseung snapped out of his daze at the swear. Jitae rarely used such rough language.

　　He hurriedly scooped up Jitae, who couldn’t stop wiping away his fat teardrops with his palms. As he carried Jitae toward the bedroom, he stroked the back of his young master, whose face was buried in his broad shoulder, as if comforting a child. Upon arriving at the bedroom, Hyeonseung gently set him down on the bed.

　　“I’m sorry, sir. I thought you liked it that way, and…”

　　Hyeonseung looked and sounded anxious. Worried, even.

　　Jitae’s mood quickly brightened as his tears came to a sudden halt. It was rare to see Hyeonseung so flustered. But even though he had calmed down and was now only sniffling, Hyeonseung still brushed back his damp bangs with a look of concern.

　　“You should have told me if you didn’t like it.”

　　“I never said I didn’t.”

　　Though, he would have enjoyed it more if Hyeonseung had been as gentle then as he was now.

　　Jitae pulled off his pants and underwear, still annoyingly snagged around his ankles because he had yet to remove one of his shoes. He then took off his leather biker jacket before grabbing the hem of his knit top and yanking it off over his head. Left wearing only long socks and a single shoe, he looked ridiculous as he tugged at Hyeonseung’s suit jacket.

　　“Now it’s my turn. I want to put it in.”

　　Hyeonseung let out a soft, amused chuckle, the second time he’d done so today. Jitae furrowed his brows and tilted his head in confusion. It was no wonder he was surprised, though. Woo Hyeonseung was a man who rarely showed his emotions. Even with a neutral expression, he gave off a cold, stern vibe that always made him look angry.

　　“Why are you laughing?”

　　“Well, unlike your lover, I can’t release pheromones, and I don’t get wet back there either. I doubt it’d be much fun to fuck me. Especially for someone as clumsy as you.”

　　Jitae let out a small whimper at the remark, finding it hard to deny. Seeing him look a little dejected, Hyeonseung playfully nudged the tip of Jitae’s chin upward with his fist.

　　“Just go to bed. I’ll wash you up while you’re sleeping.”

　　Well, he was exhausted. It suddenly dawned on Jitae that if he lay down on the bed, he would pass out instantly.

　　As a wave of drowsiness suddenly washed over Jitae and his eyelids grew heavy, Hyeonseung finished taking off his shoes and socks. Come to think of it, despite his cold appearance and rough demeanor, Hyeonseung was actually a very caring person. At the very least, he was always nice to Jitae.

　　Hyeonseung was just about to get up from the bed, holding the leather jacket and knit top Jitae had just tossed aside, when, perhaps due to a habit formed with Ju whenever he went to sleep, Jitae instinctively planted a kiss on Hyeonseung’s cheek. Thinking about it, he remembered doing the same thing to Hyeonseung often to say goodnight when they were younger.

　　But Jitae didn’t have the energy to dwell on the past, and so he collapsed onto the bed.

　　“Then I’ll go to sleep first.”

　　Hyeonseung froze, cupping his own cheek with a look of utter bewilderment.

　　Hyeonseung stopped trying to get up, his expression gradually twisting into a frown as he stared at Han Jitae, who had fallen asleep almost immediately.

　　“Shit…”

　　He was hard.

　　He’d thought working under Chairman Han had stripped away all traces of his rough, rural past, yet a single peck from this cute kid sent his heart racing wildly. Even an innocent teenager pining for their first love wouldn’t act this flustered.

　　Hyeonseung buried his face into his large palms, burning hot like a fireball as he waited for the erection to subside.

* * *

　　Damn it. It wouldn’t go down.

　　Hyeonseung had been sitting on the edge of the bed where Jitae lay asleep for quite some time. He needed to wash Jitae and tidy up the kitchen before leaving, but the bulge straining against his pants showed no signs of subsiding. And because it was starting to hurt, Hyeonseung had no choice but to take it out again.

　　It felt utterly humiliating to be holding his rock-hard, burning red member and stroking it back and forth.

　　Of all the things to be doing.

　　Perhaps it was because the mood wasn’t right, but he couldn’t bring himself to climax.

　　The friction of his dry palm against his skin dampened the arousal. Hyeonseung tried to focus on the sound of Jitae’s soft breathing beside him before eventually lowering himself onto that smooth, naked body. His hand began to stroke faster on its own as the urge to climax suddenly bubbled up faster than he could believe.

　　And then, a thought struck him, one that felt hopelessly immature for a man his age. God, he is fucking beautiful.

　　Soft, jet-black hair falling in loose waves. Skin so clear and flawless it looked pristine despite the messy traces of bodily fluids and teeth marks. A high, prominent nose and lips full of vitality. Yet, his jawline, defined and sharp, exuded a strength that kept him from appearing too delicate.

　　Even though Han Jitae was an Alpha, to Woo Hyeonseung, a Beta, he seemed like an enigmatic deity transcending both secondary gender and sex.

　　The only certainty was that Han Jitae was perfect. And so Woo Hyeonseung climaxed, his face flushed a deep, dark red.

　　“Haa…”

　　Thick, viscous semen splattered across Han Jitae’s abdomen.

　　Hyeonseung felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the sight of Jitae, soiled inside and out with his fluids. Yet, even as he felt brazenly emboldened, he couldn’t summon the courage to actually kiss Jitae. He only managed to press his lips briefly against the young man’s soft cheek before pulling away.

　　If Chairman Han saw us now, he’d faint.

　　Even Hyeonseung felt like he’d cry bloody tears from seeing Jitae defiled by some low-life fuckwad who could have crawled out of any gutter. Chairman Han’s youngest son, the apple of his eye, had presented as a dominant Alpha. There was no way he’d be happy to see said son drenched in the semen of a lowly wretch. And while Hyeonseung harbored no particular loyalty, he felt a deep sense of shame, given the many ways the Chairman had looked after him.

　　Hyeonseung scooped up Jitae, lost deep in sleep, and carried him to the bathroom. The kid was out so cold that he didn’t wake up even as Hyeonseung thoroughly washed and dried him off.

　　Only after laying Jitae back down on the bed did Woo Hyeonseung look down at his suit. It was a mess, of course. Taking off his jacket, he loosened his tie and headed toward the bathroom.

　　After washing up, he found that there was nothing suitable to wear. Han Jitae’s walk-in closet was filled with nothing but the kinds of scraps that hipster kids would wear. He did manage to find a pair of jeans with a relatively normal design, but he scrunched up his nose as soon as he tried to pull them on.

　　The fuck? How can someone that tall have such a skinny waist?

　　He had never carried an ounce of excess weight in his life, yet the button wouldn’t fasten. Even with all his struggling and grunting, Hyeonseung could only pull the zipper up halfway before giving up. Compared to his broad shoulders and well-developed, bulging pecs, Han Jitae’s hips were remarkably narrow.

　　No wonder he’s so tight. It felt like he was trying to snap my cock in half.

　　And yet, seeing how thick that flushed, pale cock was, there was no doubting that Han Jitae was an Alpha through and through.

　　Left with no other choice, Woo Hyeonseung stepped out of the dressing room naked and threw his suit and underwear into the washing machine. As he sat on the living room sofa, the sight of his heavy, horse-sized member draped over his sturdy thighs began to bother him, so he hastily covered it with a towel. Seeing his own genitals, it suddenly struck him that he had done something terrible to someone who had never taken it from behind before.

　　In any case, he had to find a way to deal with Ju Kangu.

　　It wasn’t just the fact that all sorts of lowlife scumbags were swarming around Han Jitae. No matter how much of a bigshot Ju Kangu might be among his delinquent friends, at his core, he was just an ordinary college student. It would spell serious trouble if Chairman Han found out what Ju Kangu had done to Jitae. Never mind the fact that the same went for what Hyeonseung had done.

　　Does the dumb bastard even realize who he’s messing with?

　　At the very least, he’d end up crippled. And that was the best-case scenario.

　　Although the AK Group appeared to be a respectable enterprise on the surface, the Han family behind it had roots in a criminal organization. Every member save for Han Jitae was a mobster, plain and simple. And in the neighborhood where Hyeonseung hailed from, there wasn’t a soul who didn’t know about Chairman Han’s past.

　　The Chairman had solidified his standing as a local powerbroker through a process that involved his eldest and second sons getting stabbed, and used that position as a springboard for a nationwide empire. But the one thing that this heartless, cold-blooded monster did care about was his youngest son, Han Jitae, whom he was determined to pamper and praise. Han Jitae wasn’t just his beloved baby boy, born to the Chairman in his twilight years. He was a symbol.

　　The Chairman wanted to use Jitae to prove that he had shed the sordid past represented by his eldest and second sons and had become a respectable businessman. And so it was crucial to the Chairman that Han Jitae remained completely unscathed.

　　The reason Han Jitae was so strangely innocent, considering his age, secondary gender, and family background, was all because the Chairman had been so overprotective of him. That was the kind of person Ju Kangu was fooling around with, oblivious to the fact that he was playing with fire.

　　The dumb brat’s so clueless that he doesn’t even know he should be afraid.

　　He wondered if Ju Kangu was even aware that he was no different from a moth chasing the light, only to fly straight into the flames.

　　At least Hyeonseung knew what he was risking by fucking Jitae.