OMF 10

“Joo Seowoo.”

“Hnng, hn, t-tongue, t-tong…! Nn…!”

“If I say I’m going to thrust, you just have to spread your legs.”

“Hnng…! Hn….”

“Where did you get the nerve to say you don’t want it.”

The rough breathing sounds from Seowoo, whose face quickly flushed with blood, stimulated his ears. Taegang did not take his eyes off Seowoo’s face, from which saliva flowed with the plump lips parted, and snapped his hips upward. The already narrow inner walls narrowed even further. It was literally a hole that seemed to sever his cock.

“Haa….”

“Hn, hnng, nn…hn….”

Taegang quickly moved in and out of the narrow hole. As soon as the glans tip touched the cervix, he pulled his hips back. At the forceful snap upward with strength in his thighs, lubrication fluid finally burst from the narrow inner walls. Taegang raised the corner of his mouth at the lubrication fluid drenching the cock shaft moving in and out of the inner walls.

“Haa…. Now it’s finally, somewhat, thrustable. Hoo….”

Taegang’s cock, which had been roughly moving through the narrow inner walls, stopped with the glans tip pressed against the cervix. It was the point when Seowoo’s breathing quickened and his eyes were rolling back. Taegang released the force from the hand around the slender nape and tilted his head back. Semen spread from the cock tip. A large amount of semen filled the hole interior.

“Kngh….”

Taegang, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to savor the afterglow of ejaculation, slowly straightened his head. It was the first time he had felt this excited during relations with Seowoo. His always sharp eyes were lazily loosened from the satisfying ejaculation. Unconsciously lowering his head, Taegang paused and then burst into a soft chuckle.

On Seowoo’s stomach, who lay blankly with limbs sprawled and eyes unfocused, opaque semen was thoroughly smeared. He had ejaculated while his neck was strangled. The reddened cock was still twitching and trembling faintly. His face, blankly drooling saliva with a foolish expression, clearly bore traces of pleasure.

As expected, it was a body made to receive alpha cock.

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The mansion was quiet in the midday. Seowoo, matching the subdued sounds, quietly descended the stairs. Bright sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the mansion interior. Seowoo briefly looked at the living room bathed in warm tones, then headed to the dining room.

Even though the mansion’s owners were absent, the servants busily moved about doing their respective duties. A servant organizing dishes in the kitchen glanced at Seowoo and then turned his head away.

They were people with strong pride in serving the alpha family leading the nation’s top corporation up close. Though mere servants, they praised and advocated for the family as if they were members themselves. Seowoo, born beta like them, was not fitting for the family’s level. Though they did not show it openly, most servants disliked Seowoo. Fortunately, their masters also seemed to have little interest in the omega they had brought in reluctantly. Emboldened by the alphas’ indifference, some servants subtly tormented Seowoo. Seeing Seowoo unable to adapt to the mansion and feeling lonely, they regarded it as karma for a half-baked one daring to take the position of the Juwon Group’s lady of the house. That was the common sentiment among the servants.

Seowoo quietly passed the servant who did not greet him and only did his job without a word. Their cold attitude was familiar. He even considered it fortunate that they paid him no attention. The hostility directed at him from the moment of birth was no longer able to hurt Seowoo. Because Seowoo, who had never received a gentle touch or warm gaze from anyone, found being alone more comfortable.

He poured milk into a bowl of cereal and sat at the end of the long dining table. Seowoo picked up the spoon. As the cold milk and cereal entered his long-empty stomach, it felt like his insides twisted a bit. But hunger was greater, so he kept lifting the spoon without rest.

Four years since entering the mansion until adulthood. During the time under Managing Director Kim’s management under the pretext of education, meals were prepared punctually at mealtimes. But after turning twenty and holding the coming-of-age ceremony, the management controlling Seowoo’s 24 hours disappeared. Even when he went down to the dining room at the usual mealtimes, his food was no longer prepared. To Managing Director Kim, it was leaving it to self-management for Seowoo’s convenience, but it was a decision overlooking the fact that Seowoo was someone who could not easily ask the servants for food.

The servants did not ask Seowoo hesitating in front of the table if he wanted to eat, and Seowoo starved for about a week. Only when it became unbearable did he warily take food from the refrigerator and eat. But by chance, the servant in charge of meals at the time particularly disliked Seowoo, and he complained audibly that the food for the evening meal was missing. That day, Seowoo ended up vomiting everything he had hastily eaten.

After that, Seowoo’s staple food became cereal. Unable to eat other foods, Seowoo, clutching his hungry stomach and pacing anxiously, discovered cereal in one corner of the storage cabinet. It was past the expiration date and thoroughly damp, so he thought no one would complain even if he ate it. The cereal mixed with milk always occupying one side of the refrigerator was so delicious it brought tears.

He rationed the remaining little cereal over several days. But somehow, the day after he had shaken out and eaten the last of it, a cereal box was in the same place. Wondering who had refilled it, but hunger was more urgent, so Seowoo did not think long and devoured the cereal.

In fact, the cereal Seowoo first discovered was something the mansion’s garden caretaker had bought to eat as a snack. Seeing Seowoo hastily eating cereal and shedding tears, the caretaker began refilling the cabinet so it would not be empty. He was the almost only one among the mansion’s servants without ill feelings toward Seowoo. He was angry at those not even properly giving him food, but there was nothing he could do. Because of that, he wanted to help the pitiful omega fill his hungry stomach even with cereal. Though Seowoo would never know.

Seowoo, lifting the bowl and drinking all the milk, pondered eating a little more. The now chronic hunger still lingered. He wanted to eat more, but his stomach, receiving food after a long time, felt uncomfortable. While biting his fingertips and hesitating, the cell phone placed on the table rang.

[From Taeseong]

Seowoo hesitated briefly looking at the screen, then picked up the phone. The cell phone that had become his after the coming-of-age ceremony still felt unfamiliar.

“…Hello?”

—Hey, what are you doing?

“Uh? Uh…. Just, here….”

—Come out.

“…Pardon? Where…?”

—What, you gonna do if you know. I’ll have the driver ready downstairs, so come quick.

“…Yes.”

—Hey, don’t come dressed like a beggar like last time.

“Ah…. Yes, I understand….”

Seowoo, blankly looking at the phone after the call abruptly ended, stood up from his seat. Taeseong was impatient. He had called him out several times before, and on days arriving late, Taeseong was very displeased. Because, as he said, he was not an existence that could make him wait.

He hurriedly changed clothes and went out, pausing in front of the mirror to check his outfit. They were things he had grabbed from the closet stocked by Managing Director Kim. He had no fashion sense or aesthetics, but this seemed not enough to draw bad words. While fiddling with his clothes and sighing, his nape caught his eye.

Red handprints from Taegang’s hand strangling his neck last night remained intact on the white skin. Seowoo bit his lip while tracing the red marks circularly encompassing the white skin.

Why was that. When Taegang’s hand strangled his neck, he could not breathe. Taegang surely had not intended to truly cut off his breath. However, his large hand was sufficiently threatening. Seowoo remembered the moment his breathing became labored and his vision whitened. And the explosive pleasure he had felt then as well.

It was a pleasure he had never experienced before. It felt like fireworks exploding all over his body. From head to toe, his whole body tingled. After ejaculation, he had trembled for a long time without regaining his senses.

Strangling the neck and ejaculating was not common. Seowoo suddenly feared if he had some strange fetish. Taegang had not said anything, but he must have been inwardly surprised seeing him. He might hate him as perverted. Why had he ejaculated in such a situation…. The more terrifying thing was that recalling last night made his genitals rise on their own. Seowoo hit his head and made a tearful face.

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“Why are you so late. I told you to come quick.”

“Sorry….”

“Anyway, you don’t listen. Tsk, sit.”

Seowoo tried to ignore the gazes directed at him and moved his steps. Taeseong sat in the innermost part of the sofas arranged in a U-shape with a large table in the center. To reach Taeseong, he had to pass in front of those sitting on the sofas. Because they were all tall, their long legs stretched under the table. It was not easy to pass between the table and those looking up at him with interested eyes, crossing the obstacle-like spread legs.

“Ah…!”

Seowoo, stepping carefully through the leg gaps like crossing stepping stones, lost balance and staggered. As his body tilted to one side and he squeezed his eyes shut, a large hand firmly supported his back. Opening his eyes, the man who had supported Seowoo smiled and met his eyes.

“Be careful.”

“……”

Seowoo, biting his lip to hide it and bowing his head, hurriedly stood up. Because the hand still touching his back slyly slid down his body. Seowoo moved his body as if shaking off the touch reaching his buttocks. Chuckling sounds came from behind.

“Fucking took you long enough to come.”

By the time he reached Taeseong’s side in the center, Seowoo’s eyes were already pooled with a well of tears. Taeseong looked displeased at the tearful Seowoo and pulled his arm to sit beside him. Taegang, with his arm around the skinny shoulder and embracing him, continued the conversation with the person sitting next to him while holding a glass of alcohol.

Seowoo sat awkwardly beside Taeseong, who called him out but talked only with others. He felt gazes directed at him. His cheeks burned from the gazes clinging to his face.

Were they Taeseong’s friends. Probably all alphas…. Seowoo bowed his head deeply as if hiding, looking at those laughing and chuckling while saying unknown things while looking at him.

Still, being embraced in Taeseong’s arms made him feel secure. For an omega, the best tranquilizer was alpha pheromones. As if noticing his anxiety, Taeseong seemed to have released a bit of pheromones. Seowoo slowly absorbed Taeseong’s pheromones and calmed his anxious mind.

At that moment, Taeseong suddenly turned to Seowoo and raised the corner of his mouth. The hand around his shoulders touched the plump lips. The fingertips that had been crushing the red lips left and right suddenly entered his mouth. The hand that had stroked the small, even teeth invaded beyond. Seowoo’s saliva drooled drop by drop from his mouth corners at the fingers mashing the soft tongue. Because of the thick fingers inside, the red inner walls were visible through the widely opened mouth. The noisy interior suddenly became quiet. Seowoo did not notice, but the men in the room were hardening their centers while watching that lewd mouth interior. Glancing around and chuckling softly, Taeseong looked down at Seowoo with a relaxed expression.

As he gently combed Seowoo’s disheveled hair and smiled kindly, Seowoo, looking up at Taeseong with unfocused eyes, smiled back with an innocent face. It was such a light and easy mind. Knowing Seowoo’s heart softened quickly with a bit of affection, Taeseong used it opportunely.

Because it was better to enjoy mutually than to forcibly take one who said no. Taeseong gently stroked the small head and urged Seowoo with his eyes.

Seowoo, lowering his head, slowly reached out and pulled down the underwear thoroughly wet with his own saliva. The cock trapped inside sprang up and slapped Seowoo’s face.

“Ah…!”

Seowoo, hit in the face by the cock shaft, rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. Slick pre-cum had smeared on it before he knew it. A soft chuckle sounded above his head. As he gripped the cock with his hand, the shaft with bulging veins wriggled strongly.

Seowoo slowly tilted his face and opened his mouth wide to take the tip. Just taking the glans filled his narrow mouth. After sucking on the glans briefly, Seowoo pulled his head back. He stuck out his tongue and licked up the glistening tip wet with saliva. A fishy taste lingered in his mouth. Taeseong, looking down at Seowoo licking the tip while flicking his red tongue, exhaled a sigh.

“Ha…, Joo Seowoo.”

At the dissatisfied voice, Seowoo flinched and opened his mouth wide again. He swallowed the glans and sucked while rubbing the smooth flesh with his tongue. He moved his head back and forth, gradually deepening. He had not even swallowed half the shaft, but his mouth was already full, making even breathing painful.