GCT 1

“Is it for sure?”

“Kitty, are you going to doubt me every single time like this?”

“You know how things are in this world.”

A place where betrayal runs rampant for a few bucks. A world so chaotic it could chew up and spit out the melodramatic shows on Netflix. That was the drama called reality.

“Anyway. You’re so nitpicky. Other guys just take what they’re given.”

“I’ve seen things go south more than once or twice.”

At Ernest’s words, Yohan shrugged his shoulders once, then pulled a cutter knife from his pocket. He stabbed it into the tape-wrapped package with a loud thunk and pulled it out. Yohan looked expressionlessly at the dark brown powder (2) that clung to the blade and said,

“For a snow-white guy, you sure have a talent for getting high-quality Mexican stuff like this, huh?”

Relieved that he didn’t have to use the gun tucked haphazardly into his pants under his shirt, Yohan grinned.

“You know, Kitty, I only deal with Grade-A stuff. It’s hard to find goods this good, you know?”

Nodding with a satisfied expression at Ernest’s words, Yohan sent Litecoin (3) right then and there.

“Next time, double the amount. It’s party season these days. Demand’s through the roof.”

“Next time…”

Ernest hesitated with a troubled look, then sighed and said,

“It might be tough.”

“Tough? You’ve never said that before. What’s going on?”

At Yohan’s question, Ernest glanced around cautiously before speaking to Yohan in a low voice.

“I heard Viberst (4) is making waves lately. Was it the DEA (5) or the FBI…?”

Given how they were clumsily trying to score points by jumping into what they called a “drug case,” it was definitely the DEA. But Yohan, without showing it, spoke with a face full of irritation. Either way, if Viberst was making moves, he had no choice but to lay low in many ways.

“That’s rare for this area.”

“Well, maybe the higher-ups told them to rack up some results. There was that big case in New York, too…”

“Yeah, with Mailrun Pharmaceuticals getting tangled up with the cartel, it makes sense.”

“Probably. They’re likely feeling the heat from public opinion.”

The scandal involving the Mailrun family, one of America’s wealthiest, and the Regulo Cartel was only two years old and still ongoing. It was such a massive case that it sent shockwaves even to California, on the opposite side of New York.

When piles of bodies turned up in a neighborhood full of the rich, and all of them were Alphas—addicted to speedballs despite being Alphas, no less—it was bound to cause a stir. Even though the world had supposedly improved, Alphas still dominated high-ranking positions, and discrimination based on traits existed, overtly or not.

Watching the massive scandal unfold in New York, Yohan thought even being born an Alpha didn’t mean much. Unlike himself, a Beta, who had to claw his way up, those born with everything still succumbed to the temptation of drugs and died miserably. Utterly foolish.

“Yeah. Because of those guys… we gotta be careful for a while.”

As if life wasn’t hard enough already, Ernest spat out curses, saying it had gotten even tougher. But if the plug (6) decided to cut back on supply for caution’s sake, there was no helping it. For now, they could only hold their breath and suck their thumbs.

“Anything else going on?”

“Other than that…”

“Didn’t you say last time that Declin’s movements seemed suspicious? The vibe in our neighborhood’s been off lately.”

“Your neighborhood was Compton, right?”

When Yohan nodded, Ernest clicked his tongue and said,

“There’s something tied to Declin in that area… Kitty, who are you with again?”

“Vasquez. You know the area around Compton is controlled by our people.”

“Oh, right. That’s it. I heard Vasquez has been cozying up to Declin lately, trying to expand their influence… Now that I think about it, your boss sure knows how to pick the right allies.”

“Yeah. And you, a college kid, sure hear a lot of rumors.”

Ernest looked embarrassed at Yohan’s remark.

“Whatever it is, they don’t tell me much. I don’t know the details either. Just hearing rumors like everyone else.”

Ernest looked at Yohan with pity.

“Isn’t that kind of racist?”

Seeing Ernest more upset than him, Yohan smiled gratefully and said,

“Still, Ernest, thanks to you bringing good stuff, I’m selling pretty well. I’ve got a decent reputation in this business now, even getting some recognition. They probably don’t want to lose me. Protecting me makes them money, so it’s like sucking honey.”

“You’re really…”

Ernest gave Yohan a dumbfounded look. But Yohan knew exactly why Ernest, with such high-quality goods, dealt with him.

First, being a Caucasian college student at a prestigious university, Ernest could make deals without raising suspicion. Second, despite being treated as an outsider in the organization for being an Asian Beta, Yohan had the skills to sell well. Yohan himself hadn’t expected to have such a knack for this.

“It’s fine. Don’t look at me like that. I know it’s awkward to say, but being an Asian Beta is pretty useful around here. Plus, thanks to that, I’m expanding my customer base to Hollywood these days.”

“Targeting the rich, huh?”

“They’re total suckers.”

When Yohan said it was easier to make money by exploiting racial biases, Ernest shook his head, calling him a wild guy.

“Any interesting stories?”

At Yohan’s question, Ernest lowered his voice a notch and said,

“Well… I’m just a middleman, so I don’t know much. The latest thing I heard is… Joel Declin’s dead.”

Yohan, not expecting Ernest to mention Joel Declin, flinched so hard his shoulders shook but quickly hid his reaction.

“Joel Declin?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure it’s the Joel Declin I know?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Joel Declin. The head of a massive criminal organization and the man Yohan despised. That was why Yohan, an FBI agent, was undercover with Vasquez, the most powerful gang in Compton, enduring all sorts of hardships.

Three years ago, Eric Rosenberg, thought to be an honest accountant, had half his house blown up by a bomb. His dismembered torso and head were found in Marina del Rey and Base One, respectively.

Rosenberg’s death caused $3 million to vanish into thin air, dismantling the organizations tied to that money.

Declin took advantage of the chaos, keeping only the useful members and wiping out the rest cleanly. Thanks to that incident, he expanded his influence and solidified his name in the industry.

At the time, Yohan’s partner, Diane Millay, was investigating Eric Rosenberg, who had defected to the FBI. As she dug into his death and Joel Declin’s identity began to surface, she was killed. It was the morning after she’d contacted Yohan, saying she’d found a lead from her informant.

As if to signal it was retribution, three 9mm bullets were lodged in her left chest—a classic Declin signature.

Yohan couldn’t believe it. To target an FBI agent so brazenly. His partner, no less… After that day, Yohan felt unbearable despair for being the only one left alive. Whether it was luck or if Diane was specifically targeted for another reason, he didn’t know.

In the midst of it, they couldn’t uncover more about Diane’s death, and the investigation was halted. Yohan felt like he was losing his mind, but there was no way to reopen the case.

Traces of a drug called “Candy,” which had once swept through the area and disappeared, were found in Diane’s body. Shockingly, the direct cause of her death wasn’t the bullets but a drug-induced shock. Even more unbelievable was that oxycodone, a prescription painkiller, and a kilo of heroin were found hidden in her home.

Yohan couldn’t believe it. Diane, a stickler for principles, using a rare drug like Candy? It made no sense. She was healthier than anyone, never needing oxycodone or visiting a pain clinic.

Oxycodone and heroin found in her home? Utter nonsense. As a recessive trait, she wasn’t heavily affected by such substances.

If the drugs weren’t for personal use, they’d be for selling to Betas or Omegas prone to addiction. But Diane had no reason to do that. She didn’t have the time, either.

To think Diane was killed in retaliation for being involved with drug dealers—Yohan couldn’t comprehend it no matter how much he thought about it.

When Yohan raged, calling it an obviously suspicious case, the branch chief tried to calm him down. By protocol, Yohan, as Diane’s partner, couldn’t investigate her case. The higher-ups wanted to conclude Diane’s death as a simple accident due to drugs. A few months after her death, they suddenly found a prescription, claiming she was a recessive Beta, not a dominant Alpha, and had switched from oxycodone to heroin, building tolerance and seeking Candy, leading to a fatal dispute.

Hearing this, Yohan went ballistic. As a result, he was sidelined to desk duty for a year, citing mental instability, and even faced an internal investigation. Fortunately, he was cleared of accomplice charges as Diane’s partner, but he felt utterly filthy. Not only was his partner unjustly killed, but she was branded an addict and criminal.

As Diane’s death faded from people’s minds, Yohan got his chance. A proposal came to infiltrate Vasquez undercover to investigate their connection to Declin. A few years ago, Vasquez was just a neighborhood gang, but intel suggested their sudden rise was deeply tied to Declin.

As an unmarried Asian Beta with no kids, Yohan was perfect for undercover work. After two years of posing as a drug dealer, the news he heard was absurd. Addiction was rising, heroin’s popularity was unrelenting, and just as he was questioning his identity as an FBI agent with no solid leads, Joel Declin was dead? A secretive man with no clear identity beyond a 20-year-old photo—did it make sense for him to die like that?

“Where’d you hear that rumor?”

“You know Lydia, right?”

One of the well-known tricks (7) in the area.

“The redhead who danced while high and went into shock?”

Ernest nodded slightly and continued,

“Yeah. Lydia’s friend’s friend is dating Joel Declin’s right-hand man, and she said things are really bad over there, so we should lie low for a while.”

“Friend’s friend? That’s total hearsay, isn’t it?”

“Maybe, but from what I heard, it’s almost certain Joel Declin died from peritonitis.”

“What? Joel Declin died of peritonitis? That’s ridiculous.”

“I thought so too. A dominant Alpha dying of peritonitis? It doesn’t add up, but… maybe he met some insanely dominant Omega who suffocated him down there.”

Yohan made a disgusted face at Ernest’s words.

“Anyway, dying of peritonitis would be embarrassing, so who’s blabbing about it?”

“Unbelievable.”

Yohan didn’t want Joel Declin, who caused Diane’s death, to die happily like that. He deserved a more brutal, painful end.

“Anyway, they say Joel Declin’s gone, and his son took over… Well, we’d need to know if such a person even exists. Joel Declin himself felt like a fictional character.”

“…”

“From what I heard, his son was the one who made Joel Declin like a shadow. Some say as soon as he took over after his father’s death, he changed the business direction, causing a lot of resentment.”

Change always brings backlash. Especially if a young punk takes over just because he’s Joel Declin’s son, there’s bound to be discontent.

“So, who’s the son that took over?”

“No idea. I just heard ‘Shadow.’”

Yohan scoffed at Ernest’s words. Shadow? Not some comic book character—such a pretentious nickname only made him laugh. Of course, Yohan’s nickname wasn’t exactly tame, and Shadow probably didn’t choose his own either.

“By the way, Kitty, are you wearing cologne?”

“We’re talking about Declin, and you suddenly bring this up?”

While discussing Joel Declin, Ernest suddenly sniffed and leaned closer to Yohan.

“It smells like fragrant shampoo… Not exactly shampoo, but something subtly different. Like Omega pheromones.”

Yohan pushed Ernest away at the random comment. The guy should be grateful he didn’t get shot.

“Are you crazy? A recessive like you is trying to act like some high-and-mighty Alpha?”

What smell was he even talking about? Clicking his tongue, Yohan lifted one arm to sniff. He didn’t notice anything unusual.

“No, it’s not like I’m showing off…”

Maybe it was because of Sloan, the Omega stripper he met at the motel during lunch. She was half-addicted to drugs, and while he appreciated her consistent business, her constant attempts to seduce him were awkward. Yohan’s rule was to avoid deep relationships with people he dealt with or met during undercover work.

“Whatever it is, Kitty, it really doesn’t match your flashy Hawaiian shirt.”

“What’s the scent?”

“Baby powder shampoo.”

“Sounds pervy.”

“It’s kinda cute, though.”

At Ernest’s words, Yohan shook his loud floral shirt, trying to let Ernest catch whatever pheromones or whatever he was smelling.

“Hungry these days? I can’t touch your junk, but I can shake my shirt for you to sniff while you jerk off.”

“Kitty!”

“By the way, getting excited over baby powder—does that make you a pedophile? That’s pretty suspicious.”

“You wanna die?!”

“Touchy, huh. I heard Alphas go crazy during their rut or whatever. You sure it’s not that? Like your nose is malfunctioning.”

“It’s not like that. Besides, we’re not as out of control as Omegas. We’ve got some reason left.”

“All talk.”

Yohan mocked Ernest thoroughly. Handing him the money, he asked,

“By the way, you really don’t want to join our side?”

“Nope. Once I pay off my student loans, I’m out of this game. I’m leaving the state. You’ll need to find another supplier, Kitty.”

Ernest spoke firmly. Yohan was impressed that he was only doing this dirty work for his education. Most college kids would get Adderall (8) prescribed from a so-called pill mill (9) doctor to make black money, but Ernest was bold for someone like him.

“I’m leaving this world for good.”

To be fair, people like Ernest were rare in this game. Most were so broken their souls were rotting. Who’d choose a low-paying job with grueling labor when you could make quick cash without working long hours or paying taxes?

Still, Ernest hadn’t sunk that low. He had clear goals. Knowing vaguely that he was the only one in his struggling family to attend college, Yohan drove all the way to Pico Union to deal with him. Plus, Ernest was sharp and one of the few with top-grade product. Glancing at Ernest, Yohan muttered a sudden thought.

“For a guy like you, you’ve got some serious talent. Where do you even get this stuff without being tied to anyone?”

“Well…”

Honestly, with the investigation dragging, Yohan had been making decent money as a dealer lately and was starting to enjoy it. He was realizing he had a knack for being a drug dealer. Especially now, he was raking in cash at rich people’s parties or clubs in Beverly Hills or Calabasas. His decent looks and physique helped him blend in at those places, too.

“I’ve got a friend from Sinaloa (10).”

Since the heroin had a brownish tint, Yohan wasn’t surprised Ernest might be connected to the Mexican cartel. But as Ernest said, it probably wasn’t just a “friend.” There was definitely something more.

“Yeah?”

Yohan played it cool. But a prestigious college student tied to the Sinaloa cartel? Every time, he thought Ernest was far bolder than his nerdy appearance suggested.

“Yeah. I’d tell you, but… it could cause trouble. Anyway, I want to quit this as soon as possible.”

Yohan nodded at Ernest’s words. Neither of them, nor anyone in this business, was without a story. Digging deeper would only hurt, and there was nothing he could do about it now.

“Then keep up the good work. Contact me when things cool down.”

Leaving Ernest behind, Yohan packed up the goods. Parking at a nearby motel, he cut (11) the product precisely in a cheap rented room. He had to get to a party at a Calabasas mansion—near Kim Kardashian’s place, apparently. Of course, Yohan wasn’t invited as a guest. Tonight, he was one of the servers carrying drinks. Entering the party, he grabbed a mojito and scanned the room. The lavish event was filled with Hollywood actors, Billboard-charting singers, and even some NBA players.

“The rich, huh.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What?”

Yohan flinched and looked at the man who’d suddenly chimed in. The face seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, and Yohan furrowed his brow. Where the hell did this guy come from? He’d never seen him before.

“Kitty, right?”

Yohan didn’t answer, glaring at the man with a look that said, Who are you to casually use my nickname? But the man just grinned.

“I’m with Vasquez too.”

“So?”

“Heinz.”

“Ketchup?”

“No, my name’s Heinz. Brian Heinz. You really don’t know me?”

Yohan didn’t get why this guy was so confident he’d be recognized in a neighborhood full of African Americans and Latinos, especially as an Asian. Slightly annoyed, Yohan said to Heinz,

“Is Vasquez in Compton a small crew or something?”

At Yohan’s words, Heinz’s face turned as red as actual ketchup. Yohan chuckled, tapping Heinz’s arm lightly and saying,

“Just kidding. Why’re you so flustered?”

“Well…”

“Let’s do this right. I’m heading off.”

He could’ve chatted more, but Yohan jumped in first, not wanting Heinz to steal his clients.

From the moment I walked in, I knew this was a goldmine.

The ridiculously huge house screamed modern-or-whatever vibes. Even the smallest items looked insanely expensive, and the party’s “Amazon” theme was executed to a T.

If you’re gonna go this far, just have the party in the actual Amazon. What a creative way to waste money.

Yohan, with a fed-up look, scanned the house overgrown with random plants. There were even two alligators swimming in the pool—literal money-wasting insanity.

Crazy bastards. Should I tip off an animal rights group?

For a moment, Yohan pulled out his phone and secretly snapped a picture of the alligators in the pool, clicking his tongue before finishing his garden tour and heading inside to work.

Maybe it was just him, but he felt like everyone except him was enjoying the party carefree. As Yohan fiddled with the choking bowtie and scanned for prey, someone suddenly grabbed his butt from behind. Startled, he nearly used his self-defense training but held back and turned around.

“Got some pretty good stuff, huh?”

A blonde woman with a Russian accent and a Latina woman were sizing Yohan up from head to toe. Especially the Russian blonde, who might have been a model, was even taller than Yohan, who stood at 180 cm. Thinking she might be about his height without her heels, Yohan gave an awkward smile.

“Need anything in particular?”

The Latina woman smiled, slipping a hundred-dollar bill into Yohan’s chest pocket and said,

“How about we have some private fun in that room over there? We can make it good for you. We don’t care about traits or anything. What do you say? Hmm?”

After groping his butt, now casually stroking his chest to seduce him, Yohan took a step back. Of course, normally, he’d be all for attractive women—whether Alphas or Omegas—offering a threesome with cash, no prejudice against him being a Beta. But not today. At a party this big, full of drunks, he could inflate the price of his goods threefold, so he couldn’t afford to take on another side gig.

“Sorry, I’m working right now.”

“We can pay more.”

“Haha. Thanks, but…”

He was about to say they should find a real gigolo, but Yohan felt slightly flustered as the women seemed to corner him.

“I’m pretty good at handling things around here, but…”

Backing away a bit more, Yohan gestured toward his lower body and said,

“I’m off duty today.”

With an awkward smile, Yohan was ready to bolt toward the crowd if needed. Of course, about a third of him was tempted to go with the women. This wasn’t a porno—when would a situation this absurd happen again? But his hesitation was cut short when two Dwayne Johnson-esque men suddenly grabbed him.

“Ugh! H-Hold on!”

By then, the Russian and Latina women had long vanished, and Yohan was filled with immense regret. The saying was true: in a situation where you’d regret doing it or not doing it, better to do it and regret it. If he’d known this would happen, he would’ve gone with the women…

“I was just… not trying to mingle with the guests. I was trying to focus on work!”

Taking on two Dwayne Johnsons alone was no easy feat. Yohan put on his most aggrieved face and voice, pleading his innocence. But the two Dwayne Johnsons didn’t even pretend to listen.

‘Damn… Where the hell are they taking me? Are they even listening? What’s going on?!’

He wanted to curse, but getting banned from parties in this area would be a disaster, so Yohan held it in.

“Hey! I’m really innocent here!”

As Yohan added a few more pleas, the door swung open, and the two Dwayne Johnsons threw him onto the floor. Yohan nearly broke his handsome nose on the hard marble but landed agilely, saving his face.

“Ugh!”

His knees took the brunt instead. Wondering if his cartilage would even exist in a few years, he looked up. Unlike the Amazon-themed chaos outside, this room was all modern-something-or-other. And… an incredibly handsome man was staring at Yohan blankly, his violet eyes glinting under silver hair, like something out of a classic movie.

“So…”

Yohan’s lips twitched, and he instinctively swallowed hard. The man’s mere gaze felt like it could devour him, making Yohan sense a threat to his life. Even without smelling his scent, Yohan could tell this man was a dominant Alpha.

‘I think I’m totally screwed…’

Despite years of experience as an agent dodging bullets, the man’s gaze alone felt like it was choking him. Even someone oblivious would feel their life flashing before their eyes in this atmosphere. Besides, the only person who could have someone dragged in like this was likely the party’s host and homeowner.

Yohan quickly averted his eyes and turned, trying to cling to the two Dwayne Johnsons as they left. But the man stepped on Yohan’s fingers, pinning them down.

“Ow! That hurts!”

Yohan played up the pitiful, clueless act as much as he could. But the man didn’t even pretend to listen, scanning Yohan and saying,

“Too big.”

What the hell was he talking about? Yohan felt like his fingers were breaking. He wanted to curse the man out, but his instincts and quick wit stopped him, and he protested meekly instead.

“What do you mean too big… Ugh!”

This time, the man grabbed him by the collar. It wasn’t even a bad dream day—why was this happening?

“Uh, sir…!”

“Not the guy I meant… but not bad. Actually, better.”

Compared to the Dwayne Johnsons and this dominant Alpha, Yohan felt like nothing, but he was confident that Little Yohan down below was definitely big. Still, he had no desire to drop his pants to prove it.

“For now… let go of my hand… I need to work…”

The man still looked displeased but dragged Yohan along as if reluctantly accepting him. Yohan was amazed by the strength that could so casually pull someone his size, feeling the presence of an Alpha’s trait vividly.

“This doesn’t feel right… Hey, sir… I mean…!”

“Shut. Up.”

The man’s forceful demeanor reminded Yohan why he’d quit football despite a scholarship as a wide receiver (12) in college. Unlike when he was younger, competing in a world full of Alphas was tough. Unlike Beta Yohan, they did everything effortlessly. Even recessive Alphas were better than him. Well, that led to him dropping out, enlisting, and nearly dying multiple times.

“Ugh!”

The man easily lifted Yohan and threw him onto a sofa in one corner of the room. The room was incomparably larger than Yohan’s apartment.

‘Is this…?’

Yohan hurriedly looked up at the man. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but the man seemed a bit unhinged, likely in rut.

“If you shut up, you’d be prettier.”

A memory from high school sex ed flashed back: Alphas periodically experience rut, which is painful and tormenting. If they don’t find a partner to satisfy their urges, they could go into shock, go insane, or… die? Something like that. Looking at the man’s crazed eyes, he seemed unhinged. Of course, Alphas weren’t fragile enough to die from suppressing a rut, but this guy clearly had no intention of holding back.

“Uh, sir…! You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not an Omega… Ugh!”

Popular since childhood, Yohan, despite his patriarchal, conservative upbringing, had been quick to explore sexuality. Meaning, he favored hands-on learning over theory with a firm sense of identity. And Yohan wasn’t gay.

So, seeing an Alpha in rut this close was a first. If he were an Omega, maybe he could’ve played along with the crazed man’s behavior, but sadly, Yohan had no interest in penetrating or being penetrated by men.

“There’s a… Wait a sec…!”

Yohan struggled to escape the seemingly deranged man. But a normal Beta like him had no chance against an unhinged Alpha. Whether the man’s eyes were crazed or he mistook Yohan for an Omega, he buried his nose in Yohan’s neck, inhaling deeply. Aroused, he pinned Yohan down with force, tugging at his clothes. Yohan felt like he was wearing paper. In a blink, his provided uniform was torn, and his pants and underwear were yanked down.

“Wait…!”

Yohan enjoyed rough sex, but only when a consenting Beta or Omega woman wanted it.

“Ugh!”

In this absurd situation, Yohan’s head spun. Suddenly, the man’s fingers dug between Yohan’s buttocks. Shocked by the foreign sensation he’d never felt, Yohan twisted his hips in panic, but the man grabbed the back of his head with a large hand, pressing him down. His cheek stuck to the sofa, and his skull felt like it was breaking.

“Stop… It hurts…”

Whether out of some sense of manners, another finger went in. Yohan’s non-Omega hole didn’t self-lubricate and was tight. But the man seemed practiced in handling men. His fingers roughly probed Yohan’s soft inner walls, stimulating them. Shocked by the unfamiliar sensation, Yohan’s hips jolted with electrifying pleasure.

“Hng…! Ah!”

A ridiculous sound escaped his mouth, startling Yohan. He jolted upright, trying to escape the man again. He’d briefly lost reason, but as it returned, he knew this was wrong. But his struggle only aroused the man more. Grabbing Yohan’s nape, he pinned him down, crushing him beneath.

“Ugh…!”

His pride shattered. Being crushed and ruined by a man felt like the worst. What made it worse was the hot, wet sensation enveloping him, making him hypersensitive. His body hair stood on end, and goosebumps rose.

Every move, every breath from the man made Yohan’s body react strangely. Thinking he was a pervert for feeling this way, Yohan twisted and struggled. The man clicked his tongue, then thrust his member between Yohan’s buttocks. Even unseen, Yohan felt its menacing size, its wet tip trying to pierce his wrinkled hole. The party’s Amazon theme was apt—the man had an anaconda between his legs.

‘What a killer theme.’

Yohan had no intention of taking a man’s member, let alone an anaconda. He shouted in panic, but the man ignored him, frowning irritably when his member wouldn’t go in easily.

“Hng, wait…!”

Yohan was a Beta. Even after the man’s thick fingers probed him, his tight hole couldn’t accommodate the man’s large member, nor open easily like an Omega’s.

Irritated but not wanting to lose his prey, the man sighed deeply and made a quick decision. His body was in a dire state.

He grabbed Yohan’s lower abdomen with one hand, shaking his aroused member with the other. The lewd wet sounds at his ear made Yohan feel strange. The man was masturbating over him, using Yohan as a prop. He’d never imagined, let alone thought of, such a thing. He wasn’t the delicate type to be pinned down as someone’s Omega.

“Uh, sir. This isn’t right. Jerking off over me is… There’s a huge misunderstanding here.”

Yohan couldn’t look at the man, pleading with a tearful face. His words didn’t feel normal either.

The man covered Yohan’s mouth with the hand holding him and said,

“Mmph!”

“Be quiet.”

The man’s breathing grew louder, his hand moving faster. He gripped Yohan’s hips, rubbing his member between Yohan’s legs. The veiny, thick shape was palpable. The precum-soaked, hard member brushed Yohan’s member, poking his navel.

“Hng…”

It wasn’t what Yohan wanted, but his body felt the man’s movements vividly. He shouldn’t, he couldn’t… Yet, his lower body grew in sync with the man’s motions. Overwhelmed by the urge to climax, the man suddenly lifted himself, rubbing his member between Yohan’s buttocks.

“Ugh…”

The man could do as he pleased, but Yohan, left hanging, grabbed his own erect member. Two men embracing and masturbating like this. But instinct trumped reason, and Yohan couldn’t help it.

“Ah…”

Yohan, gripping and shaking his member fiercely, climaxed first. Soon after, the man spilled over Yohan’s buttocks. Feeling the semen drip down, Yohan grimaced, wondering how to escape the man’s grasp. The man wiped the dripping semen with his tip, pushing it into Yohan’s hole.

“Just came… Ugh!”

Yohan couldn’t finish, collapsing from the man’s actions. Already hard again after just climaxing? Was that what rut was? It was Yohan’s first time with an Alpha, leaving him confused. But the man’s actions confused him more.

“Ah, it hurts…!”

Before Yohan could finish, the man forced his member into the tight hole. This time, he seemed determined to act as he pleased, regardless of tearing. Yohan felt like his body was splitting apart. The sensation of the man’s brutal member forcing its way in would be unforgettable. His once-wrinkled inner walls stretched to accommodate the man.

“Ahh! It hurts… Stop… Ugh!”

As Yohan twisted his hips and braced his crumbling body, the man slapped his buttocks hard.

“Hng, ugh!”

His strength faltered, and the man thrust his member deeper, gripping Yohan’s hardened abdomen with one hand. The tight hole stretched further, making way for the man. Yohan felt like something was terribly wrong.

“Ah…”

Yohan’s breath caught at the sensation of his filled abdomen and throbbing waist. Yet, the man held Yohan’s body, thrusting to the hilt and grinding. The mere fact of the man’s member filling him drove Yohan mad, but the grinding against his inner walls felt like his soul was escaping.

“Ahh…! Ugh…”

His body trembled. His remaining reason flickered, and his vision darkened. Thinking he might die, the man began moving slowly. Grinding inside, he slowly withdrew his member, which had announced its presence. He started leaving bite marks on Yohan’s shoulders and back. Whether it was Alpha possessiveness or rut-driven madness, Yohan found even that arousing, heightening his excitement.

“Ah…”

As Yohan trembled and slightly relaxed, the man thrust back in forcefully. It felt like his insides were shoved back deep with the man’s member.

“Ugh!”

The man pressed down with his weight, crushing Yohan. The piercing sensation made Yohan climax. The man seemed to smile at Yohan’s state—whether mocking or pleased, Yohan couldn’t tell.

“Ugh, hng… Ugh!”

The man’s movements grew rougher, as if warning he’d do as he pleased. Yohan wanted to protest, but the man’s thrusting hips overwhelmed him. His reason had long evaporated, and he could only sway with the man’s intense movements.

“Ah… Ah!”

The man’s pounding felt like it was shattering Yohan, making him feel infinitely fragile. His gym sessions with dumbbells were nothing against an Alpha’s overpowering strength.

“Hng, ugh… Hng, ahh!”

His lower body felt like it was melting, every spot a pleasure point. Each thrust made Yohan tremble with pleasure. His toned thighs quaked like they were seizing, and the man gripped Yohan’s abdomen, pulling him closer and moving fiercely.

The raw sound of flesh slapping filled the room. Whether from the man’s semen or Yohan being treated like an Omega, a slick sound joined in. Yohan felt his body breaking, paralyzed by the man’s pounding. Soaked in pleasure, his body was a mess.

“Ugh… Hng… Ah…”

Panting and shaking his head, Yohan climaxed, but the man showed no mercy. Determined to wring him dry, he pushed Yohan further, ruining him.

“Feels good?”

With a deep sigh, the man’s member seemed to slip out, and a low voice spoke. As he groaned and shook his member to climax, Yohan was shocked but too drained to move or speak, collapsing on the sofa.

‘Is he messing with me?’

Or was he kindly teaching Yohan the difference between a Beta and an Alpha with his body?

‘Still, it felt… damn good… What is this…’

All the sex he’d had before felt like it wasn’t even sex, awakening him to new sensations and preferences. To feel this way from behind… It could be horrific for some, but not for Yohan now. With dynamite exploding in his head, he considered sleeping with Alphas in the future, his lips twitching. As he thought to ask the man’s name, the man flipped Yohan over to face him.

The man’s eyes, far from tired, gleamed with crazed excitement. Despite the dim lighting, his oddly colored eyes had slightly downturned corners. A classically handsome face… but somehow terrifying. Probably because he wasn’t in his right mind.

“Your name?”

Asking so gently now, of all times. But Yohan kept his mouth shut. The man, as if it didn’t matter, smiled with slightly dilated pupils and kissed Yohan fiercely. His tongue ravaged Yohan’s mouth, making a mess. Not content with just his lower body, the man seemed to want to steal Yohan’s heart. Yohan’s weak fingers tickled the man’s chest.

‘Damn it.’

His action seemed to arouse the man further, his member hardening again. Honestly, after climaxing that much, shouldn’t the rut or whatever be somewhat relieved, even if Yohan wasn’t an Omega?

If he let the man take him again, Yohan might really be screwed. Mustering all his strength, he pushed the man’s chest. The man seemed to yield, but then bit Yohan’s shoulder hard, leaving a mark.

“Ugh…!”

Unrelenting, the man pressed his tip against Yohan’s hole, grinding, then sucked on Yohan’s collarbone and chest. Sure, Yohan’s chest had grown from recent workouts, but… this was too much. Yet, with no pride left, Yohan’s hips jolted from the stimulation, his body tensing again. The man grabbed Yohan’s thighs, spreading them and thrusting his member back in.

“Ah…!”

The spot, recently filled by the man, was slightly relaxed and swollen hot. Yohan felt tears welling up this time.

“Crazy… Ah…!”

Was this guy truly insane? Even for an Alpha… Yohan accepted the man, who chewed his chest and slowly rotated his hips. At this point, he wondered if he, a non-Omega, was some freak for handling an Alpha so well.

“Hng, ugh… Hng…”

The man’s beastly movements were palpable. Pleasure dominated again as the man thrust wildly into Yohan’s abdomen. As the movements intensified and Yohan’s body soaked in the man’s energy, his vision darkened. Then, the man’s member, which Yohan thought couldn’t get bigger, swelled inside him.

“Wait… Ah…”

The pleasure was fleeting, and pain overwhelmed him. Yohan reached out, clinging to the man’s back. Immense fear surged. The already massive member grew, stretching and twisting his pelvis.

“Ah, hng…”

Yohan’s toned thighs began to convulse. He instinctively twisted his hips and pulled back, but it only intensified the pain. The moment the man knotted inside, escape was impossible. Struggling would only hurt Yohan more.

“Hng… Ugh…”

The unfamiliar sensation was horrific, like his insides were being torn apart. Tears streamed down Yohan’s face in unbearable pain. Even Omegas struggled with an Alpha’s knotting—let alone a normal Beta. Yohan panted harder as the man, stroking his waist, pulled him tightly into his embrace, their skin pressed together. He felt the man’s semen flooding deep inside.

His body couldn’t conceive or exude pheromones, but the man buried his nose in Yohan’s neck, biting and marking him with an Alpha’s possessiveness.

“Ah…”

Yohan wanted to curse the madman for unloading inside, making it hard to pull out, but he couldn’t speak. His body couldn’t take it anymore. The man seemed to mutter something in his ear, but Yohan couldn’t hear properly and passed out. He couldn’t hold on any longer.