Chapter 61

Watching Kim Taeju shudder on the floor, Yu-gyeom’s lips curled up. He was mocking Taeju with utter contempt.

Yu-gyeom intended to make it painfully clear exactly who held Rian in the palm of his hand.

Yu-gyeom sucked on Rian’s pussy until the flesh gleamed slickly. Then, he shifted Rian’s posture, forcing him onto his hands and knees like a dog so that Taeju had an unobstructed view.

Right before Taeju’s eyes as he lay sprawled on the floor, Kwon Rian’s two holes twitched and fluttered.

Soon, Yu-gyeom knelt beside Rian, spreading the tight folds of the rear hole with his fingers.

Melting helplessly under his probing touch, Rian whined, “Ah, hyung, not there… Nngh, it feels good. Haa… It feels so good, hyung.”

With his eyes covered, Rian’s sensitivity had sharpened to an agonizing peak. Utterly consumed by the pleasure overtaking his body, he babbled incoherently.

When Yu-gyeom had suggested blindfolded sex today, Rian had initially whined in protest, but now he was glad he hadn’t refused. In the darkness, every nerve ending flared alive, sending his arousal soaring.

“You’re too tight, Rian. Why don’t you spread your legs wider?” Yu-gyeom coaxed gently.

“Mmh, ah, ugh… Hyung, hyung, fuck my hole… ram it into my pussy too,” Rian pleaded shamelessly.

That once innocent face was now flushed crimson, corrupted by pure debauchery. Kim Taeju could hardly believe his eyes. The sight of Kwon Rian completely unraveled—far beyond merely erotic, writhing in the lewd, wanton heat of an Omega in estrus—made Taeju’s grasp on sanity slip away again and again.

Rian seemed like an entirely different person.

Shaking his head with dark, possessive delight, Yu-gyeom murmured, “My sweet Rian, what am I going to do with you if you act like a dog in heat every time you go through your cycle?”

Yu-gyeom stroked Rian soothingly, as if taming a docile creature, while thoroughly teasing and exploring his insides. Each time he shoved two fingers alternately into Rian’s rear opening and front pussy, thrusting in deep, the overflowing lubrication splashed in all directions.

“Ah-aaangh!” Rian cried out, tossing his head back.

Saliva trailed steadily from between Kwon Rian’s parted lips.

Yu-gyeom pressed his lips against the shell of his ear, whispering, “No one can relieve your heat but me, Rian.”

“Nngh, ha-ah! Ah, haa!” Rian panted, tears spilling from his eyes.

A bitch in heat. That was the only description. Watching such desperate Omega estrus for the first time in his life, Taeju felt an uncanny chill wash over him. He simply could not fathom the scene unfolding before his eyes.

He no longer dared to harbor even the slightest thought of having Rian for himself. All he could do was watch as Yu-gyeom carefully, tenderly tamed Rian piece by piece.

As the number of Yu-gyeom’s fingers thrusting into Rian’s entrance increased from one to two, and eventually his fist pushed in to stretch the passage wide, Kim Taeju passed out.

Spurt, splatter.

A pale lemon-tinted liquid shot incessantly from Rian’s urethra, soaking the bedsheets. At the same time, his entrance twitched and fluttered, repeatedly squeezing tight before loosening again.

Taking note of Taeju’s pathetic, unconscious state, Yu-gyeom prodded the fallen Alpha’s face lightly with the tip of his foot. Moments later, Taeju blinked awake again. And so, Taeju lapsed in and out of consciousness over and over.

Unable to tell whether he was dreaming or awake, Taeju was reeling in deep shock from the dazzling, depraved spectacle playing out before him.

When Taeju managed to pry his eyes open again, Yu-gyeom was supporting Rian’s hips, rubbing the broad crown of his cock against the wet slit. At the slightest brush, the entrance fluttered and clamped around him eagerly.

“Haa, nngh… Put it in, hyung. Yu-gyeom-hyung,” Rian pleaded, trembling.

Yu-gyeom stroked his hair, murmuring a quiet scolding, “Rian, you shouldn’t act like a dog in heat.”

“Ah, then what else should I do?” Rian whimpered.

I love it so much I could die. I only have hyung. Rian shook his head and mumbled those words. Having already crested through several climaxes, his face was flushed bright red, like a ripe tomato.

His breath knocked out of him, Rian cried out, “Hahk!”

The moment Yu-gyeom’s cock surged deep into Rian’s slit, a thick, bulging outline pushed visibly against Rian’s flat belly. Arousal dripped steadily, pooling beneath them. Even though their bodies were clamped flush together at the point of union, liquid continued to well up and overflow.

Squish, squelch. Lewd, wet sounds echoed through the room. The bedroom was already a decadent feast of intertwined pheromones and raw, naked movement. They were like beasts. It was as if Yu-gyeom intended to fuse into Rian completely, or crawl straight inside Rian’s hole altogether…

Yu-gyeom drove into his younger brother with relentless piston strokes, hard enough to shatter him. Loud, fleshy smacks reverberated across the bedroom. Rian’s pale buttocks grew swollen and crimson from the violent impacts.

Pressing his hard pelvis tightly against Rian’s body, Yu-gyeom caressed Rian’s flat lower abdomen.

Yu-gyeom thrust in deep, his voice a lethal purr against his ear. “I’m going to get you pregnant today, Rian.”

“Yes, ah, yes…” Rian gasped in surrender.

Yu-gyeom whispered with a dark smile, “Now that you’ve taken a leave of absence from school.”

Ah, fuck. So that’s why he took a leave? Yu-gyeom intended to cut Rian off from the outside world entirely. He planned to plant his seed, impregnate him, and keep him ensnared by his side for the rest of his life.

“If you don’t want to, you can always refuse, Rian. I only ever do this for your sake,” Yu-gyeom murmured tenderly.

Yu-gyeom’s seduction was endlessly sweet. I am always doing this for you. You are my top priority. I can’t live without you.

“I want it, I want it… I want to have hyung’s baby,” Rian sobbed, clinging to him.

Rian’s swollen, reddened lips hungered only for Yu-gyeom. Ever since Yu-gyeom’s recent car accident, Rian had clung to him even more desperately. He had been terrified that Yu-gyeom might vanish, just like the rest of his family had.

And so, unable to turn down Yu-gyeom’s suggestion to take time off and rest, Rian had secluded himself inside the house. Step by step, of his own volition, he had walked into the dangerous yet safe fortress Yu-gyeom built for him—and locked the door behind himself with his own hands.

Yu-gyeom was thoroughly pleased with Rian—with the Kwon Rian who willingly offered himself up to become wholly his.

Someone like Kim Taeju was nothing more than a sprout on a potato, easily scooped out and discarded.

Taeju saw it clearly with his own two eyes—the fierce passion blazing within Yu-gyeom toward Rian. It was an obsession built, aged, and honed over countless years. The terrifying, suffocating possessiveness was so impregnable that no one could ever hope to breach it.

Now, Kim Taeju had to abandon any remaining greed for Rian. A sheer terror gripped him that if he didn’t, Yu-gyeom might lock him up in some dark corner of this house right this second, feeding him nothing but dumplings until he rotted away.

Rian couldn’t see it through the blindfold, but Taeju witnessed it with harrowing clarity. Even as Yu-gyeom coaxed and tamed Kwon Rian’s body with a gentle touch, he was violently slamming into him without mercy.

One could see just how deeply he loved Kwon Rian. It could be nothing other than love; without it, this would be impossible. If not driven utterly mad by devotion, how could anyone be like this?

Unlike his usual refined and composed demeanor, the unmasked Yu-gyeom was a ruthless predator. Watching Yu-gyeom scrape and gouge deep into Rian’s frail belly with his monstrous cock to tame him, Taeju felt his knees go weak with dread.

It was an act of marking every single inch of Rian’s body, sowing his seed, and claiming him wholly as his own. In the end, Kwon Rian would inevitably choose Yu-gyeom. Like an irresistible law of gravity.

Just as Taeju blacked out repeatedly, Rian, shaken relentlessly beneath Yu-gyeom, also passed out again and again throughout the night. Even so, oblivious to the chafed flesh and traces of blood weeping from his entrance, Rian clung to Yu-gyeom. He chirped and whimpered constantly, like a fledgling that had lost its mother.

Around the break of dawn, Taeju could see the two of them asleep on the bed. Clad in nothing, entwined together in their mating slumber, they looked like a painted portrait.

Warm sunlight filtered through the window, bathing them in its glow. Are they really not blood brothers? As his eyelids slipped shut once more, that fleeting thought crossed Taeju’s mind.

They looked so alike.

As if they were two halves of the very same flesh and blood.

[END of VOLUME 2]