PC | Chapter 1.2

That said, I still couldn’t be called a perfect beta. Unlike betas, omegas had a uterus even if they were recessive. And the uterus that had just been confirmed by ultrasound inside my stomach was already forming and settling in place.

[Shinjae.]

“Yes, Vice President.”

[When we’re talking on the phone, or when it’s just the two of us, you can just call me hyung, comfortably.]

“I’m fine as it is.”

Third-generation chaebol, eldest son of the Wuseong Group, executive director of Wuseong Electronics. Sharp mind, superior physique, perfect proportions, and on top of that, a dominant alpha. There had even been a time when I admired him and had a crush on him. But my tender, aching first love was thrown into the gutter the moment I ended up in a superior-subordinate relationship with him.

[But listen.]

A low, ominous voice, completely different from before, slid into my ear.

[Nothing changes just because you injured your wrist. Did you really need your wrist to spread your legs for me?]

“…It’s not that I need it, but…”

[Then that means there’s no problem with your hole. Should I come, or will you come?]

“….”

[Don’t make me ask twice. Answer quickly.]

“I need to stay at the hospital for a while and watch my condition,”

[Really? That’s Kang Jigyu’s hospital, isn’t it. Stay there without moving an inch.]

“Wait, no! I’ll come.”

If Jung Inhyuk came to the hospital, it would turn into a scene. And it was better to be trapped in his space than to be subjected to something filthy at the hospital. I let out a shallow breath and unbuttoned my hospital gown one button at a time. I was an idiot for thinking this absurd excuse might work for even a moment. Tears prickled at my eyes for no reason.

[Our Shinjae is wearing a hospital gown, huh. That one with hardly any buttons and a loose fit, wear it exactly like that and take a taxi here right now.]

“….”

[When you arrive, stay stuck on the floor under my office desk.]

“…Yes.”

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If it hadn’t been winter, I would have been in trouble. I hastily threw a coat over my hospital gown and got into a taxi. The driver shot me a strange glance because I was wearing a hospital gown, but I forced myself to ignore it. Things were not much different when I got out of the taxi and went up to his office.

Because my face was known, the uncomfortable stares stuck to me even more. But I did not care that much. At least everything that happened inside this company would be dealt with on Jung Inhyuk’s end.

If even one photo of me like this were posted online, Jung Inhyuk would use every means and method possible to track down the culprit.

“Oh my! Shinjae, a hospital gown? What happened?”

“Ah… the outfit is a bit much, right? Is the vice president inside?”

I smiled awkwardly and looked back and forth between the office door and Moon Sujin, the secretary’s office staff.

“No, he went into a meeting. The meeting only started a little while ago, so you’ll have to wait at least two hours.”

“That’s fine. I’ll wait inside. No need to bring me tea separately.”

Sujin looked at me with pity. I knew what that look meant. No matter how soundproof the place was, there was no way not to know what happened on the other side of a single door. I quietly closed the door, removed the coat from my shoulders, and laid it on the sofa.

I walked toward the neatly arranged desk. The air carried a faint smell of disinfectant. Jung Inhyuk had a pathological hatred of dirt and grime, so while he was away, the secretary disinfected and cleaned the place once a day. My hand brushed the mouse placed neatly on the desk.

I pulled the chair back from the desk and bent down. A faint scent of wood brushed my nose. I stared into the dim space beneath the desk, then slowly crawled inside. The enclosed space might have felt suffocating to anyone else, but to me it felt strangely comfortable.

– Shinjae, go to Yangwon for me.

– …Suddenly? To Mom?

On December 31, the day the year ended, and the final day of my teens, Jung Inhyuk suddenly told me to go visit the columbarium where my mother was kept.

– Yes. Go hand over your pride to your mother and leave it there.

– Huh?

Without really understanding what he meant, I went to my mother’s columbarium. I put the photo from my graduation album into a small frame and left it there, staying beside my mother until late before returning to Seoul.

That very dawn, before the feeling of tenderness from seeing my mother had even faded, Jung Inhyuk stormed into the annex. And for the first time in my life, I spread my legs for him. He ravaged and violated me as if he had been waiting for this day alone.

Jung Inhyuk very kindly explained why I had to spread my legs beneath him. From the story of my parents to the horrible things that would happen in the future, he recited everything in a soft, gentle voice. Only then was I able to understand the note full of grief left by my mother, and her last breath soaked with tears.

That terrible day was the starting point of this damned relationship.

After that day, I followed Jung Inhyuk to work every morning. Not as an employee, but as decoration to please his eyes. My place was beneath his desk, between his legs.

For the first few months, I only crouched there quietly. Jung Inhyuk spouted bullshit about this being practice for enduring suffocation and overcoming discomfort. Sometimes he would push his chair back and sit on the floor, patting my head or touching my cheek. When he did that, it felt as if I had become his pet dog.

Even after college started, my life was not much different. As soon as my lectures ended, I went straight to the company. And whether he was there or not, I bent down and crawled under his desk.

It was humiliating, but bearable enough. Bit by bit, I became accustomed to him.

I forced the thoughts away and took a deep breath. I moved my body until I found a comfortable position. I curled up and lay on the floor. The soft flooring, the pleasant smell of air freshener, the right temperature and humidity made my tired body languid. My eyelids slowly blinked, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.

How long had it been? I woke at the feeling of someone poking my thigh. When I lifted my head to shake off the sleepiness, a cold hand grabbed my chin and pulled me forward. I widened my eyes and lifted my gaze. Jung Inhyuk was sitting in his chair, leaning halfway down as he looked at me. When a throbbing sensation shot through my wrist, I looked down and saw that the bandage, unlike before, had been wrapped sloppily and loosely.

“Vi-Vice President.”

“I’ve neglected our Shinjae a lot lately.”

At his gently affectionate voice, my tightly wound shoulders went slack. For some reason, Jung Inhyuk did not seem to be in a bad mood. If I did not cross him, maybe I could get home safely.

“So this is the kind of scene you’re making.”

“….”

“Open your mouth.”

I parted my lips a little, just as he ordered. His fingers pushed inside my mouth. With unhurried touches, he traced the roof of my mouth and the insides of my cheeks. Because I had the habit of biting the inside of my mouth, the torn feeling of raw flesh was painfully clear.

“Am I a joke to you?”

“….”

“I told you not to leave marks on your body without permission. If your head’s dumb, at least be perceptive.”

“Mmph, khh!”

His fingers, deep in my mouth, jabbed at the back of my throat. Reflexively, a gag rose up and my throat narrowed, and he let out a short sound of satisfaction.

“But every time you go crazy trying to screw me over, my blood starts boiling.”

Saliva dripped down his fingers to the floor. Smiling with satisfaction, he straightened his waist and rubbed his hand over the heavy bulge between his legs. The outline of the dick tucked to the right was clearly visible.

“Did Kang Jigyu say anything else?”

“…About what?”

“About your health.”

“Nothing,”

Before I could finish, my face was shoved downward and my entire cheek went hot. I straightened up immediately before I could even feel the pain. The loosened air suddenly expanded.

“Shinjae, hyung will ask you once more in a nice way. Think carefully and answer.”

“….”

“Really nothing?”

“…Yes.”

“Our Shinjae really has grown up. Lying in front of me now, too.”

Click. With a sound, the watch around his wrist came loose. Jung Inhyuk removed it completely and placed it on the desk, then undid his sleeve button and rolled it up. He reached out, grabbed both sides of my hospital gown’s front, and tore it open. The loosely attached buttons flew off, and my bare skin was exposed. I clutched the collar and covered myself desperately.

“I’ve been rolling around with you for eight years. I know your body better than you do, how you tighten, where to touch you so you lose your mind and pant, what position makes you cry out, when to pour on more lube.”

“….”

“But the other day, when I shoved my dick in, something felt off. Your hole never gets wet without lube. But this time, it did.”

“That’s because I…”

“Do you think I wouldn’t notice even a single change in you? Your body that I touch, bite, suck, and hold whenever I get the chance? Want me to spell it out more?”

A dry swallow slid down my throat. Maybe Jung Inhyuk noticed the changes in my body faster than I did. Come to think of it, he had been looking for me more often lately.

Even after a late night at work, he would suddenly storm into the annex and, without any foreplay, yank down my pants and go at me like beasts rutting.

Suddenly, Jung Inhyuk pressed his palm against my abdomen. The touch on bare skin made me break out in goosebumps. It felt as if coldness was seeping deep into my stomach, and I strained to push his hand away. But instead of pushing it off, both of my hands were seized.

The wrist I had slashed with the cutter ached. Reading the tiny flinch on my face, he seized the bandaged wrist roughly.

“Lee Shinjae, tell the truth.”