PSS Ch 11

He continued to thrust relentlessly, without a hint of fatigue. I don’t know how many times I came while he came only twice. When he finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the floor like a puddle of water. My tied hands were numb, and his fluids were leaking from between my buttocks. It felt like my tears had dried up. Nothing more flowed down my face, stained with semen and tears. My thoughts stopped. Like the heavy silence that had descended, nothing came to mind.

I couldn’t move. He was looking down at my pathetic form. Because he wasn’t moving, I thought it was finally over. At least, I thought there wouldn’t be anything more.

“…Ah.”

But when something started to trickle down my dry face, when something warm poured over me, reeking of all sorts of foul odors, I knew the punishment wasn’t over.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see the true nature of the hot liquid flowing over my body, so I closed my eyes. A pungent, fishy smell enveloped me. My body, soaked in filth, felt warm. Even as I was covered in this disgusting mess, I remained motionless, face down, unable to offer any resistance.

“Mr. Lim Jaegyeong. Are you coming to your senses now?”

The alpha, who had just emptied his bladder all over me, smiled as he looked at me. I lay still as death, unable to even open my eyes in the stench of urine.

“It won’t end like this next time. Keep acting defiant. If you want to be treated even more dirtily.”

He turned away. I thrashed weakly in the puddle of filth on the floor, then lost consciousness.

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I didn’t know how much time had passed. When I opened my eyes, I was beneath him, my body being rocked by his movements. His eyes, filling my blurry vision, glared down at me as if he would devour me. Time had no meaning while I was with him in this house. He moved ferociously, feeding off my body, while I had to endure, my energy drained, a mere shell of my former self. After several days, I finally understood what he was trying to say. All his actions spoke volumes. They screamed that my body was irrevocably defiled.

I stood before the bathroom mirror to witness the horrific consequences I had brought upon myself. Like splatters of red paint on a canvas, he had marked my body with wounds. He rubbed my nipples, raw and chafed from being sucked and rubbed. My distorted face reflected in the steamy bathroom mirror, water droplets trickling down. I turned away, disgusted by the unfamiliar, alien expression. He, pressed close behind me, reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to turn back. I faced the mirror, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

“Why do you keep avoiding it? I want to see your expression while you’re being fucked, Mr. Lim Jaegyeong.”

He whispered mockingly and pulled his groin away from my buttocks. The object inside me slipped out with his movement. It was shoved back in an instant. He rubbed against the swollen, puffy opening and twisted my raw nipples between his fingers.

“Ugh!”

I couldn’t suppress the moan of pain. He seemed pleased by my suffering and bit my earlobe. He thrust his hips, carefully observing the changes in my expression through the mirror. Like his once delicate and gentle touch, his gaze now licked every inch of my face in the reflection. His gaze made my skin crawl. During the days I had been trapped in this house, that predatory stare was what I hated most. I wanted to escape. I wanted to run from that gaze, which reeked of his desire to possess me.

“Do you hear that? Your hole is making quite a fuss.”

The sound of my tender flesh sticking to and separating from his alpha cock echoed obscenely in the bathroom. He deliberately pressed his body against mine, rubbing the glans inside, to amplify the sound. The squelching noise reverberated in my ears. I bit my lip, wishing I could just die.

“It’s already like this after just a few days. Just the other day, when you arrived here, weren’t you crying in pain? Is it because you’re a slutty hole? Because you can’t resist an alpha’s cock?”

I wanted to cover my ears. His words were a curse, and my hole, which craved an alpha’s cock, felt utterly repulsive. I was thoroughly broken, my lower body ravaged to the point where it couldn’t take any more of him. Yet, this morning, when he dragged me to the bathroom and released his pheromones, I melted helplessly. I felt like a true rag, just as he had said. My body knew, even if he didn’t spell it out, how filthy I was. In the face of his pheromones, I became infinitely vulgar and dirty. Without even realizing it, I became aroused, soaking wet, craving him.

“What am I going to do with this? If it were a rag, I could at least wash and dry it.”

The cock that was grinding inside me thrust hard, focusing on one spot. I helplessly leaked fluid, my legs trembling. After days of relentless release without replenishment, all that came out were a few drops of clear fluid. My body, finding pleasure even in that meager release, moaned loudly. Unsightly cries echoed in the bathroom.

“I told you not to cum without permission, and you can’t even do that.”

He grabbed my limp cock with one hand immediately after I came. He nibbled at my earlobe as if he would tear it off, speaking in a voice laced with amusement.

“There’s still so much to teach you. What should I do? Mr. Lim Jaegyeong, you’re such a baby, you won’t learn everything even if I teach you for a lifetime.”

Even his frivolous jokes didn’t amuse me. I leaned against him, my body limp. He poked and prodded my insides, still sensitive from coming. The smacking sounds of his thrusts resonated clearly in the bathroom.

“Well, if I teach you patiently, you’ll eventually understand. Although your hole might wear out before then.”

He curled his lips into a pleasant smile. Another hot stream flowed into the space already filled with his semen.

Leaning on his arm, I was led out of the bathroom and laid directly onto the bed. As if he hadn’t sated his burning desires even after days of ravaging every inch of my body and even pissing on my face, he started to masturbate while looking at my naked form. He meticulously spread his semen all over my body. Like a sauce drizzled over a carefully prepared dish, his fluids slowly flowed over my bare skin. He smiled softly, seemingly pleased by the sight. I lay there limp, unable to move a single finger.

“Secretary Yeo will pick you up later.”

Just as he had after our first time, he entrusted me to Yeo Kyungmin again.

“Tell me if you can’t move. You can stay here for a few more days.”

He said that and disappeared into the dressing room. I watched him prepare to go out with blurry eyes, then drifted off to sleep. When I came to, he was already gone. Next to me was Yeo Kyungmin, lifting the blanket to cover my naked body.

“Are you feeling any better?”

He wet a towel in a bowl of water he had prepared and wiped my face, which was caked with dried semen. He had done the deed, but his secretary cleaned up the mess. It was a fitting arrangement for an alpha at the top of the food chain.

“Jaegyeong, this won’t do. Let’s stay here and rest for a bit before going back to Seoul. I’ll call the doctor.”

Just as Yeo Kyungmin thought, I was in pain. A lot of pain. It wasn’t just my body that was broken and ruined, but my mind as well, shattered into pieces. Unable to do anything with my exhausted body, I simply closed my eyes. Yeo Kyungmin left the room, making a phone call.

About an hour passed. Yeo Kyungmin returned with the doctor. The doctor’s expression was grim after examining me. He exchanged words with Yeo Kyungmin. My memory cut out again. I slipped back into sleep, as if erasing the unpleasant memories of the past few days from my mind.

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My body felt heavy from lying down for so long. After several days, I seemed to have recovered somewhat, and only after the doctor’s approval did I return to Seoul with Yeo Kyungmin. My heart sank as I re-entered Executive Director Jang Taejin’s mansion. Even though I should have been used to it by now, the heavy atmosphere suffocated me, constricting my throat.

“Jaegyeong, you’ll be staying on the second floor from now on.”

Yeo Kyungmin stopped me as I tried to head to my room.

“What do you mean? The second floor?”

“Your room has been closed off. By Executive Director Jang’s order.”

“…”

“Your belongings have been moved to the second floor, so you can just go up.”

Yeo Kyungmin delivered the unkind news with a kind face. I wondered why he had taken me so far away and put me through hell for days, but it seemed it was to close off my room. It was absurd and outrageous, but I didn’t have the energy left to express my feelings. I simply moved my aching feet, heading towards the second floor in silence.

Yeo Kyungmin stopped in front of Executive Director Jang Taejin’s room. I thought he would lead me to my new room, but for some reason, he brought me to Jang Taejin’s quarters.

“Why here…?”

“You will be staying here from now on, Jaegyeong. In the same room as the Executive Director.”

“…”

“Go on in. You must be tired.”

Unable to question him, I was ushered into the room. An unfamiliar sight unfolded before me as I opened the door. Just like my room, Executive Director Jang Taejin’s room had also undergone significant changes. It seemed he intended for us to live together permanently. A newly arranged dressing table, desk, and other miscellaneous items, all placed for my convenience, indicated that this was where I would be staying from now on.

I barely swallowed the curses that rose in my throat. This was the same man who had installed a surveillance camera in my room without my consent. This place wouldn’t be safe either. Whether it recorded sound or not, I had to be careful. If I gave him any reason to find fault with me, I might have to endure the same ordeal again.

“Ha.”

While a few pieces of furniture had been added, there was still only one bed. It meant I was to share a bed with him. I didn’t even want to sit on the bed, which reeked of his scent. Even though I was so exhausted that I felt like I would collapse, I had no desire to lie down on it.

I stepped outside, hoping to escape the room, even if just to go to the library.

“Where are you going?”

I made eye contact with Yeo Kyungmin, who was talking to the house staff in the living room. I spoke in a declarative tone, my gaze fixed on his cold stare.

“I’m going to the library.”

He frowned, his expression troubled. He excused himself from the staff and walked towards me, speaking in a low voice.

“It’s best to stay home today. The Executive Director’s anger hasn’t subsided yet.”

He threatened me politely, then immediately changed his demeanor, smiling brightly as he turned away.

“Please prepare a meal for Jaegyeong. He hasn’t been eating properly because he was sick, so please take extra care.”

He spoke to the housekeeper in a casual tone. The housekeeper glanced at me briefly before heading to the kitchen. The other staff members dispersed under Yeo Kyungmin’s instructions. I stood awkwardly on the stairs, feeling like a fifth wheel.

“Go inside and rest. I’ll have your meal brought to you.”

I turned around irritably. I entered Executive Director Jang Taejin’s room and slammed the door shut. I felt trapped. A heavy sense of oppression weighed me down. Because I had failed to recognize my friend’s feelings, I was now trapped in an even tighter confinement.

I paced the room anxiously, biting my nails. I suffered, feeling the full weight of the devastating consequences of my actions. Soon, someone knocked on the door, and a familiar voice called out.

“Dinner is ready.”

It was the housekeeper. I quickly opened the door. She stood there, holding a tray with my meal. Her expression as she looked at me was filled with pity.

“Leave it here when you’re finished. I’ll take care of it.”

“Leave the tray with your meal on the table,” she said. Tears welled up at the sound of her casual, almost indifferent tone. My hand trembled as I sat down and ladled some soup. Tears streamed down my cheeks and plopped into the bowl.

“Why did you let yourself go through something like that…”

I didn’t know how much she knew, or what rumors were circulating among the staff, but she consoled me nonetheless. Tears poured down like a waterfall. She offered me a handkerchief she pulled from her apron.

“Don’t cry. How are you going to endure this if you’re so fragile?”

I sniffled and took the handkerchief she offered. I clutched the plain white handkerchief tightly, trying to stem the flow of tears.

“If you need anything, tell me. I’ll get it for you.”

She turned to leave, hesitating several times as if reluctant, then left the room without another word. Left alone, I finally burst into sobs.

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I don’t know how I made it through the night. Despite my exhaustion, I avoided his scent-ridden bed, somehow managing to stay awake. Only after the early hours of the morning, when the lights outside came on, did I finally lie down. Seeing his figure approaching across the garden, I had no choice. I buried my face in the pillow that still held his scent and pulled the covers over my head. The scent filling my lungs was agonizing, but I couldn’t face him, so I had to at least pretend to be asleep.

A moment later, he entered the room, and the mood lighting came on. Perhaps thinking I was asleep, he didn’t turn on the main lights. I heard rustling sounds. It seemed he was heading to the bathroom. I remained curled up under the covers like a caterpillar while he showered.

Click. The bathroom door opened. The sound of slippers shuffling followed. Judging by the fact that he wasn’t coming to the bed, it seemed he was going to the dressing room. The footsteps grew closer. Thump-thump. My heart pounded faster and faster. My mind raced as the footsteps stopped right next to the bed.

Rustle. The covers were pulled back. I squeezed my eyes shut. He stared down at me for a long moment. I could feel his gaze on my body. Without a word, he lay down beside me. The expensive mattress cradled his large frame. In the suffocating silence, I kept my eyes tightly shut, desperately trying to convey that I was asleep. Whether he believed it or not didn’t matter. I was just pleading with him not to touch me.

“What were you doing, staying awake all this time?”

My breath hitched. He knew all along that I hadn’t been sleeping. His voice was gentle and soft, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened at the villa. He turned towards me, pressing close as if to embrace me from behind. I felt his body, clad in a thin silk robe, against my back. His broad chest, which rose and fell with each breath, or each time he thrust roughly into me, pressed heavily against my back.

His hand slowly glided over my body. It traced my thighs, tightly covered by thin sweatpants, then my waist, and slowly moved up my arm. An indescribable fear washed over me. I couldn’t stay still, remembering that night when he had taken me without even releasing his pheromones. Trembling with fear, I shuddered as if I had a chill.

The caressing hand stopped. A silence, deeper than the darkness, enveloped us. I bit my lip hard, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

“Are you afraid of me?”

His low voice slowly resonated in my ears. I wanted to scream, Don’t you know? I’m terrified of you, of who you are.

“I’m not that scary. I’m not cruel enough to make you tremble like this and release your pheromones out of fear.”

The most terrifying person in the world, the person whose very presence made me shudder with disgust, was telling me he wasn’t scary. It was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Anger surged within me, but I remained curled up, unable to retort. I was afraid he would touch me again, afraid he would roughly force himself inside me like he had at the villa.

“Go to sleep. I won’t touch a hair on your head.”

Perhaps he sensed my fear. Or perhaps it was because my pheromones were saturated with terror. He withdrew his hand from my arm. Suddenly, his pheromones flowed out. Not the heavy, oppressive, or seductive kind, but a calm, gentle scent.

As a dominant omega, I reacted strongly to his scent. Like a lullaby sung by soothing hands, his scent calmed me. The anxiety and distress I had felt moments before seemed like a lie as I felt my body relax.

“Nothing will happen if you listen to me.”

My trembling ceased. My wildly beating heart now found peace because of him. My tightly closed eyes relaxed, and my curled-up body gradually unfolded. His hand found me again, pulling me close as if embracing me.

“Babies should be asleep at this hour.”

The hand resting on my chest soothed me. My consciousness faded as I inhaled the lullaby of his pheromones.

“Sleep well, Mr. Lim Jaegyeong.”

I drifted off, succumbing to the whispers of slumber.