PC | Chapter 1.5

He was a vicious man who crushed people with authority and did not hesitate to threaten or even assault them to get what he wanted. …Just like Jung Inhyuk. I wondered what it would feel like to live like Jung Inhyuk. Thinking such pointless things, I shoved the script aside and lay face-down on the desk.

“…I want to do it.”

Getting a role in a film was not something I could simply make happen by wanting it. The one who made the decisions about everything was not me, but Jung Inhyuk. And yet this time the signs were good. Something had happened that was bad for me, but good for him, hadn’t it?

A fact I had temporarily forgotten came back to me. In one night, I, who had been a beta, had become an omega. A short, hollow laugh slipped out.

I lifted my shirt and touched the flat skin of my stomach for no reason.

Inside here, a baby’s home was being formed. I knew the chance of pregnancy was low because I was recessive, but for some reason I felt afraid. Jung Inhyuk’s mad obsession and persistence made anything possible.

Then, all of a sudden, I realized that if a baby were born, half of it would be my blood. My child, my family.

I sat up and covered my face with both hands. Family, such a simple, ordinary word, yet for some reason my chest thudded hard. After Mom died when I was young, I had lived on like a lonely island.

If I had grown up in a normal environment, I might have dreamed of marrying a beta woman, having children, and building a warm, happy home. But tied to Jung Inhyuk, that was impossible.

But when I mutated into an omega, a way appeared. Me giving birth.

Two thoughts tangled in my head. One was making my body unable to give birth by ensuring the uterus never fully settled. The other was having a child and creating a family with blood shared by me. I did not know which was the lesser evil and which was the best possible path.

Beep beep.

Suddenly, a short electronic tone sounded overhead. I looked up and checked the sensor on the ceiling. The red light was blinking more frantically than usual.

Someone was coming into the hidden room. It seemed Jung Inhyuk had returned. I quietly slid my chair back and stood. Then I pushed the chair neatly in. Footsteps drew nearer, and soon the door opened.

“What are you doing?”

“…I was reading the script.”

Jung Inhyuk took off his shoes and changed into slippers. I naturally stepped forward and took his jacket. Looking utterly tired, he hooked a finger under the knot of his tie and loosened it. I was about to hang his jacket on the rack and set it aside when Jung Inhyuk suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed his lips to my neck. The ticklish sensation made my neck draw in on its own.

“Come to think of it, my rut is coming up soon.”

“….”

“Should I take suppressants?”

I smiled silently. It was funny, hearing Jung Inhyuk of all people mention rut suppressants. If he wanted to, he was the kind of man who could pick and choose women, omegas, alphas, or betas however he liked.

Jung Inhyuk grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. He cupped my cheek and bent at the waist to meet my eyes.

“Or will you spread your legs for me?”

“….”

“You should answer.”

He was doing this on purpose, even though he knew my situation perfectly well. Seeing no value in answering, I closed my mouth and stood still. As if he had expected that, Jung Inhyuk gave a lazy smile and let go.

“You really do have a talent for making people’s moods shitty.”

He opened the fridge and took out a can of beer. Even though it was still working hours, he did not care and popped the tab, drinking it down in one go. After emptying the can cleanly, he crushed the empty aluminum and tossed it into the trash.

“Come closer.”

Jung Inhyuk sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to me. I rubbed at my mouth with my hand and went toward him. Before he could look up at me, I bent my knees and knelt between his legs. Jung Inhyuk did not like looking up at me. I placed both hands neatly on my knees and lifted my head.

“The script?”

“…I want to do it if you’ll allow me, Vice President.”

“You want to do it?”

“Yes. I want to do it.”

“Such a simple thing, and yet when you say it, it sounds indecent.”

Jung Inhyuk chided himself and stroked my cheek. The hand moving smoothly from cheek to chin, from chin to neck, made me irrationally tense, and I swallowed hard. He traced my Adam’s apple with his fingers and let out a short laugh.

“The day after tomorrow, 3 p.m., at the A Studio in Cheongdam. Director Yoon Pansu only has time then.”

“…Really?”

“Yes. Then you’ll have to get out of this hidden room before then, won’t you?”

His smooth lips curved into a smile, deepening it. I stared at Jung Inhyuk’s face as if bewitched, then lowered my head and buried my face against his crotch. His thick, hard erection pressed against my face.

He kindly unfastened his own belt and opened the front of his pants. I quickly moistened my lips with my tongue. Meanwhile, Jung Inhyuk had slipped his pants down a little and was stroking himself over his briefs. Taking a deep breath, I reached for his waistband, but Jung Inhyuk slapped my hand away.

“Don’t use your hands.”

I had done this enough that I’d developed a few tricks of my own. I pressed my face against the briefs and rubbed, gathering saliva in my mouth. I waited until there was so much that it would start dripping as soon as I opened my mouth, then parted my lips and took his cock in. The saliva inside my mouth soaked straight through the briefs. Jung Inhyuk threw his head back and let out a low groan.

“Ugh, you little schemer.”

Ignoring him, I drew my tongue along the outline of his cock. I licked teasingly at the head, then bare my teeth for a small bite. Maybe because his rut day was close, he was less patient than usual.

He pulled down his briefs himself, covered the back of my head with one hand, and shoved his cock deep into my mouth. I could feel the tip, already reaching down my throat, twitching.

“Mmph!”

Jung Inhyuk cupped both of my cheeks with his hands and pulled his cock out. Saliva stretched into silver threads. I inhaled sharply through my nose, and before I could recover, his cock invaded my mouth again. His length and thickness far exceeded average, and my jaw hurt while it felt like my throat might split open.

“Hah, open your throat and swallow deeper.”

He pulled his cock halfway out and pushed it back in slowly. The lining of my throat cried out in agony. Fighting down the nausea rising in me, I opened my mouth and took him deeper.

Heat surged to my face and tears welled at the corners of my eyes. Jung Inhyuk gave his cock a few shallow piston-like thrusts, then released my cheeks.

I immediately leaned back, using his thigh as a brace. The foreign sensation still lingering made me cough harshly and press my forehead to the floor. The more I coughed, the more my throat burned.

Jung Inhyuk pushed me away and stood. He swept the first-aid kit and script off the desk, then grabbed my nape and hauled me up onto the desk.

“Wa, wait a second.”

“Lie down and open your mouth quietly.”

Jung Inhyuk lifted the hem of my clothes as I lay stretched out on the desk and rubbed his cock over my bare chest. Every time his fully hard cock brushed my nipples, a dizzying sensation rose through me. Without realizing it, I crossed my legs and clenched. My lower stomach ached, and the cock trapped in my pants felt unbearably suffocating.

He found my reaction ridiculous and let his pheromones pour out without restraint. The thick scent, irritating my nasal lining and flowing deep into my lungs, made it hard to breathe.

“Uh, ngh.”

Jung Inhyuk shifted to stand over my head and pulled just my face a little out over the desk. The blood rushing to my head made me squeeze my eyes shut. His cock tapped against my lips.

“Breathe on your own.”

“Haa…”

“Mouth.”

The instant my lips parted, his cock pushed deep into my mouth. The feeling of pressure on my throat made my chest jerk up on its own. Jung Inhyuk gripped my head and thrust into my mouth like a piston. I pressed my lips together desperately to keep from scraping his cock with my teeth. It was agonizing. The lining of my throat tightened and loosened in repeated spasms, writhing out of control.

“Haa, huh…”

A nausea rose up and I made gagging sounds as I tried to push his thigh away. But the more I did, the deeper Jung Inhyuk shoved himself in, releasing breaths that sounded like sighs. Every time his cock dug into my throat, my stomach churned over.

Hot tears seeped through my hair and dripped down to the floor. I thought this must be how it felt to be hammered in the throat with a club.

It was strange to say it now, but to Jung Inhyuk, I was nothing more than a living onahole. A convenient onahole he could shove into and cum in whenever he wanted. Before I died, I wanted to see Jung Inhyuk cry in utter despair at least once.

Khk! The sensation of his cock touching my uvula made my face crumple.

I prayed, again and again, for this terrible time to end quickly. Jung Inhyuk were tormenting my throat as if he were thrusting his cock into me down below. Writhing in misery, I still had no choice but to force my mouth open. That was the relationship between Jung Inhyuk and me.

Suddenly, Jung Inhyuk pulled out and stroked himself with his hand. At the wet, fleshy sounds, I squeezed my eyes shut. A moment later, hot liquid splashed over my face.

The sticky fluid streaming down my cheeks passed my lashes and flowed over my forehead. The slickness clinging to my eyelids made it impossible even to open my eyes. The fishy smell was so disgusting it twisted my stomach.