Chapter 5

　　Even after ejaculating on the sofa, the Alpha hadn’t pulled out. Carrying Yeojin into the bedroom, she had driven into her until she released another heavy load inside her. And even now, the Alpha’s cock remained throbbing and rigid, grinding against Yeojin’s sensitive walls.

　　Jujak nipped at Yeojin’s earlobe, exhaling hot, heavy breaths against her skin. Yeojin closed her eyes, feeling as though she were floating away. Her core was so filled with fluid she could practically hear it sloshing inside her. The excess seed overflowing from her womb mixed with her own slick and soaked into the bedsheets. When Yeojin squirmed uncomfortably at the wetness, Jujak lifted her body and set her astride her lap.

　　Yeojin collapsed limply against Jujak’s chest. As Yeojin slouched down without the strength to hold herself up, Jujak locked her arms around her and thrust upward with brutal force.

　　“Just a little more, ma’am.” The Alpha was begging while simultaneously taking control. Those words straddling the fine line between submission and dominance excited Yeojin in a strange, dizzying way. Over every sentence radiating desperate desire for her, the voice whispering, I love you kept overlapping in her mind.

　　Yeojin had to admit that Jujak’s voice when saying those words had been unbearably tender. Stirred by a resurgence of petty resentment, Yeojin sank her teeth hard into Jujak’s shoulder.

　　The Alpha held back a groan, biting her lower lip. Her composed, solemn demeanor was beautiful, yet her steadfast refusal to crumble beneath Yeojin filled the Omega with spite. Yeojin bit the same shoulder over and over again. Even as Yeojin mauled her flesh as if trying to tear it to shreds, the Alpha remained unfailingly devoted to serving her.

　　“Does it hurt?”

　　“It hurts.”

　　“Then why aren’t you making a sound?”

　　“Because it seems like you enjoy it, Mistress.”

　　This idiot doesn’t know a damn thing. Just as she had bitten her shoulder, Yeojin bit down on the Alpha’s exposed throat with a vicious crunch. Sinking her teeth in with any more force would trigger the bonding process.

　　A vow to spend one’s entire life bound to a single soul. Though admired by the world, it was rare among dominant Omegas. Bonding meant forfeiting the ability to use their superior, weaponized pheromones on anyone other than their chosen companion.

　　Yeojin’s mother had borne countless children yet had never bonded with a single soul. The same was true for Yeojin’s sisters.

　　Yeojin stared intently at the Alpha’s neck, where her thick carotid artery throbbed powerfully. Burying her face there, she focused on the sensation of the Alpha’s hot flesh pounding deep inside her. It’s not bad. It’s actually much better than I imagined. Yeojin cupped the back of Jujak’s head and stroked her hair. At that moment, Jujak let out a low, shuddering groan and came inside her once more.

　　“Don’t pull out yet.”

　　“Yes, Mistress.”

　　Yeojin exhaled a languid breath. The heavy fluid filling her felt as if it had flooded her womb and filled her entire abdomen to bursting. An intense sense of physical satiety wrapped around her, heavy sleepiness washing over her like a tidal wave.

　　“Shall I lay you down, Mistress?”

　　“No. Just hold me like this.”

　　The Alpha’s heart hammered against her chest as if to burst through her flesh. The deep, thunderous beat gave Yeojin an irrational sense of satisfaction.

　　“Just stay still and hold me like this. Don’t go sneaking away like a rat.”

　　“Understood.”

　　“Lie down with me like this. Cover us with the blanket. We need to stay warm.”

　　Jujak wrapped one arm firmly around Yeojin’s waist. With her other arm supporting Yeojin’s upper body, she gently laid her down. As the blanket was pulled over them, Yeojin rested her head on Jujak’s arm and nestled deep into her embrace.

　　Jujak’s heart was still beating strongly. This Alpha’s heart is tough and resilient. Yeojin rested her hand over Jujak’s chest, her sweat-dampened palm tracing the firm, supple muscle beneath.

　　“Do you know something? We were the only two people in that auction room who didn’t want to be there.”

　　Jujak asked if that was why Yeojin had chosen her. Yeojin said she didn’t know. Biting her lip as she thought for a moment, she changed her answer, saying she supposed so. Then she added that it seemed like she had made a decent choice.

　　It was by no means an apology for the cruel insults she had hurled earlier, but to Jujak, it felt like one anyway. She treasured the words of her Mistress, who was as clumsy with her emotions as she was.

　　“Do you want to say what you were going to tell me earlier?”

　　“What…?”

　　“You said you called your sister.”

　　Jujak’s throat bobbed heavily. She lowered her head slightly to meet Yeojin’s eyes, captivated by the soft, post-coital languor on her Mistress’s face.

　　Before I snuck out of the room like a rat, I wiped the sweat from your forehead and kissed it. Jujak wanted to say those words aloud, but she chose to keep them tucked away in her heart.

　　“Is she sick?”

　　“She has a genetic disease. Her heart is weak because of breeding side effects.”

　　“So you’re from a breeder.”

　　Yeojin’s eyes swept over Jujak’s white hair and then her crimson eyes. Alphas with such rare traits were high in demand, leading illegal ‘breeders’ to conduct forced breeding operations to churn them out.

　　Breeders didn’t hesitate to murder infants born with genetic defects caused by breeding side effects. Although the government cracked down hard, the underground cartels built over decades remained steadfast. Even when caught, breeders were released after slap-on-the-wrist sentences.

　　“We share the same maternal Omega. I couldn’t just let her die, so I ran away with her.”

　　“Are your scars from that?”

　　Jujak nodded. When Yeojin asked for her sister’s name, Jujak answered ‘Jinjin’ with a touch of quiet pride. Yeojin felt certain this Alpha had named the child herself.

　　“You entered the auction to pay for her hospital bills?”

　　“Yes, ma’am.”

　　“And that’s why you love her?”

　　“Yes…”

　　“You’re pretty soft-hearted, aren’t you?”

　　Yeojin’s tone was laced with petty annoyance, devoid of any genuine warmth. Her red lips curled slightly as she averted her gaze. No matter how she looked at it, the thought bothered her immensely, and incomprehensible jealousy twisted her insides.

　　“Take it out now. I’m tired.”

　　Hurt by Yeojin’s sudden coldness, Jujak’s eyes dimmed with sadness. Yet she couldn’t keep herself inside her forever. Slowly shifting her hips, Jujak pulled her shaft out of Yeojin’s wet warmth. As if waiting for that moment, Yeojin turned her back, curling up away from her.

　　“Mistress…”

　　“What? Are you going to walk out again?”

　　“No, no… May I hold you from behind, Mistress?”

　　“Whatever. Do what you want.”

　　Jujak gathered Yeojin’s long black hair, sweeping it neatly over the pillow as she pressed her body close against Yeojin’s back. Reaching under the blanket, she wrapped her arms completely around Yeojin’s waist, pulling her flush against her chest. As Jujak’s warmth seeped into her back, Yeojin let out a soft, satisfied hum.

　　“Do you do something when you put your sister to sleep? Besides that love confession garbage.”

　　“I just hold her and pat her back. She’s still young.”

　　“How old is she?”

　　“Ten years old.”

　　“Is ten young? She’s practically grown. You still hold a kid that age to sleep?”

　　Yeojin asked irritably. “I honestly can’t comprehend it,” she grumbled under her breath.

　　“Move away.”

　　“Pardon?”

　　“Don’t cling to me like that. Move away.”

　　“Ah… Should I step outside the room then?”

　　“Who told you to leave? I said move back! What, do you want to leave?!”

　　Yeojin snapped sharply. Panicked, Jujak hastily released her grip and pulled back. Following orders so fucking fast over something so useless, you complete idiot. Seeing Jujak immediately pull away just because she was told to, Yeojin cursed inwardly and glared at her.

　　Jujak flushed with embarrassment. Her owner’s mood swung so wildly that it was almost impossible to predict, but rather than feeling resentful, she was simply flustered. Her voice apologizing sank into a hushed, timid whisper.

　　“If you’re sorry, don’t do things you have to apologize for.”

　　“I-Understood, Mistress.”

　　“What do you know? You don’t understand a damn thing.”

　　Yeojin yanked the pulled-back blanket with a sharp jerk and flopped back onto the bed with a heavy sigh.

　　“Fix my hair.”

　　“Pardon?”

　　“Fix my hair like you did earlier.”

　　Sliding across the bed, Jujak gathered Yeojin’s long hair just as she had before. With utmost deference and care, she smoothed every strand up over the pillow.

　　“Hold me. I’m cold.”

　　Looking bewildered, Jujak hurriedly wrapped her arms around Yeojin’s back. After blinking rapidly, she tightened her hold. Then, acting on instinct, she gently turned Yeojin around and pulled her tight against her chest. Yeojin didn’t resist. Resting her cheek against the warm, thumping chest, she placed her hand around Jujak’s slender waist.

　　“Which hospital is your sister staying at?”

　　Jujak gave her the name of the facility. Yeojin shifted her hand from Jujak’s waist to her back, pulling their bodies together without a single gap. She slid her legs between Jujak’s thighs, their intertwined limbs sharing a warm, soft heat.

　　“That facility is old and poorly equipped. Tomorrow, I’ll have her transferred to Sacheon Foundation Hospital.”

　　“Sacheon… Sacheon Foundation Hospital?”

　　“Did you really not know who I was?”

　　“I knew. Of course I knew.”

　　“Do you even know my name?”

　　Jujak enunciated Yeojin’s name clearly, word by word. Yeojin didn’t look entirely convinced, but she let it slide.

　　“When we check out of the hotel tomorrow, stop by her hospital briefly. I’ll arrange the transfer paperwork myself, so just give my secretary her patient details.”

　　It was overwhelming for Jujak to process Yeojin’s words all at once. She knew her Mistress had an unpredictable temperament—slapping her face in rage one second, making love and whispering sweetly the next, then flying into another fit of temper—but this sudden, grand gesture was so unexpected that simple words of gratitude felt entirely inadequate.

　　“Why aren’t you answering?”

　　“Th-Thank you… Thank you so much, Mistress.”

　　“I’ll schedule her surgery as quickly as possible. Will that ease your mind?”

　　Jujak nodded vigorously, nodding her head again and again. Seeing that, Yeojin cupped Jujak’s chin, tilting her face up so she was forced to look only at her.

　　“Tomorrow is the last time you see her or talk to her. Until the five days you promised me are over, don’t you dare phone her again. Understand?”

　　Jujak bit her lip tightly and nodded. Tears that had been swelling in her eyes brimmed over, trickling down her cheeks.

　　“Why are you crying? Because I told you not to call her?”

　　“No… It’s because I’m so grateful…”

　　“Then be grateful. Be endlessly grateful, and give me your undivided attention now.”

　　“Understood, Mistress.”

　　“Don’t think about anything else. Don’t let anything else distract you.”

　　Yeojin stared into the Alpha’s tear-filled crimson eyes. She commanded her to kiss her. Slowly closing her eyes, Jujak leaned down and pressed her lips to Yeojin’s. A salty and sweet taste, mingling with the heavy, musky scent of lingering passion, spread softly across Yeojin’s tongue.