MIM 51

They were the men he had seen at the ice cream shop. In his increasingly clear memory, they were the ones holding his father’s head and standing on the burning stairs.

They nonchalantly took their seats and began to sip champagne and enjoy the performance. One of them rested his chin on his hand and swayed his head casually, while the other brought a plate of finger foods and shoved them into his mouth. They plucked the flowers decorating the table, tearing off the petals one by one, and it was clear from their attitude that they were looking down on every element of the party.

They shouldn’t have an invitation, so how did they get in? It was a natural progression to think of Shin-woo, who had been standing next to them in the burning mansion.

Those bastards are Shin-woo’s underlings. They’re killers, so they must be from Mangwol District. Shin-woo, who doesn’t know that I remember them, sent them. To my birthday party. He just sent a simple text message saying happy birthday and then sent these thug-like bastards.

What does this bastard think he’s doing to me?

“Thanks for the invitation. Let’s meet again next time.”

It seemed she had been exchanging messages with her father during the brief pause in their conversation, as the woman hurriedly left the drawing room. Scanning the many people moving around in the chaotic atmosphere, Jae-seung turned his gaze back to the men in black suits. The large man was sitting alone at the table with the scattered flower petals, leisurely drinking.

One of them had disappeared.

A chill ran down his spine the moment he realized it. Jae-seung quickly tensed his nerves and strode out, following the people trying to leave. They were easy to spot when they were together, but they were hard to find once they scattered. It was even harder because the missing one was unusually small.

Why did Shin-woo send those guys here? There’s no way he sent the guys who killed my father because he was worried about my safety. What are they after? Where is the missing guy doing what?

Confused by the constant questions, Jae-seung reached the stairs. He grabbed the stair railing and looked up at the upper floor where his father’s study and his room were located. The men looking down at the mansion collapsing helplessly in flames flickered in his mind. Jae-seung climbed the stairs as if possessed, seized by the unfounded belief that the layers of questions would be resolved at once when he reached the end.

With each step he took, he felt like his body was floating. Reaching the last step, Jae-seung looked back and forth at the paths at the crossroads. His bedroom was on the left, and his father’s old study was on the right. Where was Shin-woo’s henchman hiding?

His green eyes darted to the left.

In the distance, he saw a very familiar door. Jae-seung ran without hesitation and threw the door open.

A cold chill hit his face. His eyes moved busily, scanning the deep darkness. Once he was sure that no one was in the room, he let out the breath he had been holding. Shit. Jae-seung squeezed his eyes shut. His arms dropped limply as the tension was released.

And then,

“Keuk!”

The breath he was about to exhale caught in his throat as a hand forcefully pushed his back. He leaned forward into the room, caught off guard. Taking advantage of Jae-seung’s staggering, someone moved quickly. But no matter how agile, they couldn’t beat Jae-seung’s dynamic visual acuity. Even in the darkness, he saw it clearly.

A man with an average build, about a head shorter than him.

He wasn’t from Mangwol District. He could tell just by the smell. The Pheromone of the only other Omega in this mansion. As soon as he realized it, he felt a presence from another direction.

“These bastards.”

As the door slammed shut, two men rushed at him.

No matter how vulnerable an Alpha is to Omega Pheromone, they couldn’t easily subdue Jae-seung, who had experienced drug-induced heat. Jae-seung hesitated to swing his hard fist and lowered his body. If he hit them wrong, he would have to clean up another corpse in this mansion.

Taking advantage of his hesitation, the two men clung to him. One from behind, one from the front. He felt a momentary dizziness from the pungent body odor. As soon as his strength gave way in one knee, he shifted his foot and regained his balance. Jae-seung clenched his teeth and grabbed the nape of the neck of the man who was hugging him. The tendons in his hand, which lifted an adult man with ease, bulged prominently.

Swinging his arm with all his might, the man flew away, knocking over a side table and crashing into the wall. He heard the sound of bones breaking, but he had no time to worry about it. Jae-seung reached back and groped for the man who was hugging his back. The Omega’s erect center rubbed desperately against Jae-seung’s thigh.

“Haa… please, I’m begging you, fuck me.”

His breath, reeking of thick Pheromone, touched his skin, and his breathing faltered. He got hard. As the blood circulated faster, his cock began to swell and push against his thigh. Jae-seung aimed for the moment when the man’s arms around his waist lost strength, twisted his upper body with all his might, and as soon as the man was within range, he spread his large hand wide.

“Keuk!”

He grabbed his head and slammed it down on the floor, and the man opened his legs as if he had been waiting for it. The Pheromone that had been pooling in the deepest part stung the tip of his nose. His vision blurred.

“I’m already so wet.”

The blatantly seductive words had a clear purpose. It must be the Commissioner General of the National Police Agency’s order. He probably wanted to know if I could function properly as an Alpha.

If I could function properly. Jae-seung paused there. He had just realized why his mother had tried to collect his blood and semen.

A ringing like tinnitus echoed in his ears, leaving him momentarily deaf. His heart slowly tightened, making his chest unbearably stuffy. He felt anxious, thinking he would have to consciously focus on the simple act of breathing in and out. His pulse throbbed loudly in his ears. The shock paralyzed his entire body.

While Jae-seung stood frozen like a statue, his mind blank, a soft hand caressed his thickly bulging groin. “Hold me,” a gentle voice whispered into his ear.

Then, poof. Darkness descended in an instant.

A power outage. As all the lights in the mansion went out, the faint light seeping through the windows from the overcast sky was the only illumination. Before he could even grasp the situation, a scream pierced the air.

It was too loud to be coming from downstairs. The rough gasps and moans were so clear, it felt like they were right next to him. Jae-seung gripped the blanket tightly and lifted his head. In his hazy vision, he saw a man with his eyes rolled back, passed out.

And a pale hand gripping his neck.

“I told you not to have too much fun, didn’t I?”

A low voice pierced his eardrums. Reacting instinctively, Jae-seung reached out and grabbed the nearest body he could find.

“This way.”

Shin-woo wrapped his arm around Jae-seung’s waist and pulled him along, urging him forward. Where was he taking him? Was he being kidnapped? As he was dragged along, Jae-seung heard the anxious voices of people buzzing in his ears. In the darkness where he couldn’t see an inch ahead, the only thing he could see was the man’s firm hand gripping his own tightly.

Shin-woo led Jae-seung to the wine cellar. He never came here since he didn’t enjoy alcohol, and it was terribly dark. “Shit,” Jae-seung muttered, leaning against the wall. As the shock of the initial blow subsided, his senses returned. His entire body was burning up from the Pheromone.

“Stay here and don’t move.”

Shin-woo turned to leave after saying those words, but Jae-seung abruptly pulled him back. Jae-seung tightened his grip on Shin-woo’s hand and twisted his lips. His eyes, scanning Shin-woo from head to toe, flickered with lingering excitement.

“Who do you think you are, acting like a prince?”

“When you’re a villain.” He smirked and loosened his belt with one hand. Shin-woo frowned as his eyes followed the sound of the belt.

“Now is not the time for this.”

“Why? If you ruined the mood, you have to take responsibility.”

As Jae-seung pulled down his underwear, soaked with pre-cum, his erect cock sprang out and stuck to his abdomen. Even as his lower abdomen throbbed with the urge to cum immediately, he felt a surge of anger at the sight of the man sighing as he looked at his cock. He acted like a whore whenever he wanted or needed money, but now he was suddenly concerned about the time and place?

Jae-seung wanted to force him to kneel and suck him off, but he couldn’t risk being castrated. Jae-seung roughly rubbed his thumb over Shin-woo’s lips, tracing their outline, then spread his large hand and grabbed his chin.

“Kneel and stick out your tongue.”

“After the party is over-“

“Stick it out, so I can rub it.”

Knowing that he wouldn’t get through to him, Shin-woo knelt in front of Jae-seung and opened his mouth as he was told. Jae-seung shoved his thumb into his mouth and swirled it around, pulling out his tongue. He was already so aroused that his underwear was completely soaked, so that alone felt good. Jae-seung grabbed Shin-woo’s hair, pulling his face up so he could see it clearly.

Brown eyes looked up at him. His heart pounded at the sight of the blind gaze he hadn’t seen in a long time.