Chapter 3

“…Ah.”

Sia rubbed her eyes and sat up, her whole body aching as if she’d been beaten all over.

Blinking her heavy eyelids, which kept drooping as if she had the flu, she looked around. An excessively high ceiling and luxurious lighting caught her eye.

Through the slightly parted blackout curtains, bright sunlight streamed in.

‘…Morning?’

Sia barely managed to sit up, supporting herself with her small hands.

Fragmented memories came back to her—of being caught by Jihoon in the early dawn, of their bodies tangled together in his car.

Fortunately, perhaps because her heat cycle had ended, the fog-like sensation that had been clouding her mind had completely disappeared.

Sia pressed her temples, trying to recall more.

‘I’m pretty sure we kept doing… th-that thing in the car until it was broad daylight…’

She sat there in a daze, wondering if she’d passed out in the car and slept through to the next day, when the firmly closed bedroom door opened and an excessively neat-looking Kang Jihoon walked in.

“Sia, you’re awake?”

Seeing Jihoon’s face, which somehow looked pleased, Sia furrowed her brow and asked.

“Kang Jihoon, where is this?”

“My place.”

“What?! Why?”

Jihoon strode toward Sia, who was pulling the blanket up defensively, and yanked away the covers hiding her body.

In an instant, her naked body was revealed, not a stitch of clothing on her.

“Sia, you were so wet that the car seat was completely soaked.”

At the sudden, embarrassing remark, Sia’s entire body flushed hot, as if her face had caught fire.

Jihoon, as if finding her adorable, plopped down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

“Kang Jihoon, my, my clothes…”

“I had no choice but to take your clothes off. You kept getting wet…”

“Wait, hey, ah…!”

His large hand naturally moved toward her sex.

Before she could say anything, his long, firm fingers kneaded and groped her plump sex, handling it as if it were soft and pliant, like rice cake.

Even though he’d touched, sucked, and licked her relentlessly, he still couldn’t get enough of her.

If he could, he’d tie her legs wide open all day, licking this cute, tight little hole and showering it with affection.

Her plump sex with its neatly arranged pubic hair was adorable, but he was also curious about how her bare, hairless mound would look.

If he held her tightly from behind and shaved off her pubic hair with a razor, just how cute would this mischievous Park Sia’s reaction be? The sight of her flushed with shame, tears glistening in her eyes, would be unbearably adorable.

As he indulged in such lewd fantasies, Jihoon’s cock ached heavily once again.

“You know you slept for half a day straight after car sex? My cousin came by and gave you an IV. I think your body’s gotten a lot weaker than it used to be.”

As Jihoon trapped her in his arms and roughly groped her sex and breasts, Sia let out whimpering sounds and pushed him away with her sharp elbow.

“I-I think my heat cycle’s completely over now. So…”

“I won’t sue you for damages. Why don’t you just obediently marry this oppa?”

“What?”

“My car. Because a fountain squirted from your pussy, the passenger seat is completely ruined, you know?”

“S-squirted… what?”

At the embarrassing word, Sia looked up at Jihoon, her eyebrows arched sharply. That aggrieved expression was unbearably adorable again, making Jihoon’s nose tingle with emotion.

Every time he looked at her like this, his chest heated up and emotions welled inside him. Imprinting really was something special.

Jihoon was certain that the reason he felt such overwhelming emotion toward the tiny omega before him was because the two of them had become mates.

A burning desire to give her everything she wanted, no matter what it was, surged powerfully within him.

“Hah… I really hope you get pregnant with our baby soon.”

“What?!”

“Preferably a daughter who looks like you. You were so fucking cute in elementary school… Don’t you remember? You were number one in height order.”

As Jihoon pulled her into a tight embrace and giggled with delight, Sia jumped in surprise, her expression turning to one of protest.

“Are you insane? Pregnant… Speaking of which, can you take me to your cousin’s clinic? I think I need to get some birth control pills…”

“Birth control?”

“Yeah. Birth control.”

“Birth control, my ass.”

If Sia became an omega, if the two of them became one, if they became mates…

He thought that Park Sia, who used to hiss at him like a feral cat because she hated him, would slowly open her heart to him and naturally be drawn to him like any other Alpha and omega pair.

But in front of Sia, who kept pushing him away and going on about birth control pills, Jihoon felt irritation rising.

As much as he wouldn’t regret giving her everything in the world, his hurt feelings toward her grew proportionally larger.

“You were begging me to fuck you during your heat cycle. Now that you got what you wanted, you’re done with me? What am I, your fucking dick shuttle?”

“This is all your fault. So why didn’t you use a condom, you crazy bastard!”

At the words “crazy bastard,” Jihoon let out a snort of laughter and cupped Sia’s small face with his large hand.

“My Sia, from now on, if you curse, I’m going to kiss you.”

“What? You crazy— Don’t you dare… Mmph, mm…!”

He gripped the chin of the tiny woman before him who kept trying to turn her little head away from him, and crashed his lips against hers roughly.

“Mmph, mm, ngh…!”

Jihoon bit down on her tightly sealed lips to force them open, then naturally explored the tender inner walls of her mouth and licked gently.

As the kiss grew increasingly intense and lewd, Sia’s small hands trembled as they clutched at Jihoon.

But something was strange.

Jihoon’s pheromones made her feel inexplicably good.

Her heat cycle had completely ended and her mind had clearly returned to normal, yet his elegant pheromones—cool and deep, like the scent of a forest—fiercely enveloped her entire body.

The sensation of his pheromones caressing her body felt so good that she kept drifting into a hazy state.

And like a small butterfly fluttering around her heart, a ticklish sensation kept welling up.

She liked his large hands stroking her, and strangely, her heart pounded.

“Haah, mm…”

“Sia… Park Sia…”

His low, baritone voice was as tender as a cello melody.

When he called her name in such a yearning voice, she couldn’t refuse. She kept…

“Look at you. I barely touched you and you’re already dripping wet.”

“That’s not…!”

Sia felt as if Jihoon—with his uncanny perceptiveness—had read her innermost thoughts completely, and she flinched, lowering her head.

“Be honest with me. The reason you hated me so much—it was actually because you liked me, wasn’t it? You wanted my attention.”

“K-Kang Jihoon, are you really a crazy bastard?”

As she raised her voice, her cute features twisting in anger, Jihoon pressed loud, smacking kisses onto her plump lips, the ones that had only ever spoken harsh words to him.

“I warned you I’d kiss you every time you cursed, didn’t I?”

Sia hastily covered her mouth with her small hands and hurled harsh curses at Jihoon with her eyes alone.

Whether she did that or not, Jihoon clung to her with his large frame, ignoring Sia as she frantically pushed him away, and rubbed his face all over her soft skin.

“Hah… I want to tell my parents as soon as possible.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You know how much my mom adores you, right? Obviously there won’t be any mother-in-law troubles. My brothers like you too… And you know mother-in-law absolutely loves me, right?”

“My mom? Who said she’s your mother-in-law?”

“Remember when we took that essay prep class together back in the day? Your mom kept saying she wanted to make me her son-in-law whenever she saw me.”

“No, I mean, why are you calling my mom your mother-in-law?!”

Whether Sia protested or not, Jihoon completely ignored her and chattered away excitedly.

She’d probably have better luck getting through to a wall.

“Let’s make the wedding as grand as possible. For guests… I want to invite about 2,000 people. I want everyone in the world to know you and I are getting married. Oh, should we livestream it on YouTube?”

“Jihoon, with that level of attention-seeking, why don’t you just become a streamer? Hm? Leave me alone and do that instead. I think you’d be great at it. You can do it, buddy?”

“My darling, if you want me to stream that badly, should I really start a live broadcast? Hah… I just want to spread the word far and wide that you and I are getting married.”

“Pfft, wh-who said we’re getting married?! You’re seriously ridiculous!”

After struggling to push Jihoon away, who kept planting ticklish kisses on her nape and shoulders, Sia gave him a look of disbelief.

She’d never even promised to date him. She was just bewildered by Kang Jihoon’s attitude, already acting as if she were his girlfriend.

But strangely, whenever she was this close to him, it was hard to refuse him.

‘Is it because of the imprinting after all?’

Sia mulled over what she’d heard from Yeseo about imprinting and shot Jihoon a sharp glare.

Being with him made her feel like she’d get swept up again and end up, without thinking, tangled up with him in bed.

She needed to get away from him first and have some time to think calmly.

“I’m pathetic for trying to have a conversation with someone who won’t listen. I’m going home. Lend me some clothes.”

Sia wrapped herself tightly in the thin blanket draped over the sofa beside the bed and flung the door open.

She’d expected Kang Jihoon to block the doorway with his large frame to keep her from leaving, but for some reason, he let her go without resistance.

Seizing the opportunity, Sia scurried across the living room, checking each open room one by one.

‘Wow… Jihoon lives in a place like this all by himself?’

The penthouse she’d only heard about, where Jihoon lived alone, was far too spacious for a man to live alone.

As she gazed at the beautiful panoramic view of the Han River stretching out before her, it hit her all over again that he really was the youngest grandson of K Group.

With who knows how many rooms, and including the duplex space, Jihoon’s excessively large home felt like a palace to Sia, who’d been living in a tiny studio apartment.

She envied him for living alone in such a vast place, but she didn’t have the mental bandwidth to admire and tour his home.

After bustling around every corner of the house searching for her clothes, Sia finally found what appeared to be the dressing room.

But for some reason, only the dressing room was locked tight.

“This is the dressing room, right? So why’d you lock it? Got designer goods in there or something?”

As she grabbed the dressing room door with her small hands and shook it hard, Jihoon slowly approached from behind, pulled her body toward him, and chuckled.

“Why do you think I locked it, Sia?”

Watching Sia’s panicked expression as if she were terrified, Jihoon smiled slyly, like a devil.

Then he whispered while planting kisses on her delicate, lightly colored eyebrows that curved gently.

“Go ahead and try to run away if you think you can.”

***

“Haah, Jihoon, mm, ah, ahhh!”

“Ha, Sia, haa, does it feel good?”

Ever since that day, the two of them couldn’t keep their hands off each other whenever their eyes met.

“Y-yes, good, mm, there, ah, ahh…!”

“Kuk, even though you like it this much, haa, why do you keep running away? Hm?”

To be precise, Jihoon would forcibly pull Sia into his arms as soon as she kept insisting she didn’t want it and tried to escape, showering her with kisses—and from that moment on, Sia would become intoxicated by Jihoon’s pheromones, her resistance quieted.

Her mind clearly screamed that this couldn’t happen, but when she caught a whiff of his aroused pheromones, her body betrayed her reason and kept clinging to him.

Like a large dog that treated chase-and-catch as a game, Jihoon grew even more excited than usual watching Sia dodge and hide from him.

The sight of Sia desperately running away seemed to properly stimulate the competitive drive of the extremely dominant Alpha.

It was as clear as day that Sia would be penetrated even more mercilessly by Jihoon, who was twice as aroused.

Though her reason didn’t completely fly away like it had during her heat cycle, Sia had no choice but to accept that she’d become his mate throughout their time tangled together.

Strangely, it was hard to refuse his touch. Like a magnet, she kept being drawn to him.

Especially when they exchanged saliva, or when his semen filled her belly—it was even more so in those moments.

The instant she was drenched in the powerful pheromones of the dominant Alpha, a tidal wave of desire crashed over her—a fierce longing to be absorbed into his world.

No, no, yes, yes, yes—each time she went through this back-and-forth, Sia fell into deep self-loathing, feeling like she’d become some kind of wanton woman.

Hell, just yesterday Jihoon had mounted her while she was sound asleep, taking her as he pleased.

He kept spouting nonsense about wanting to have a baby soon, how he hoped she’d get pregnant—and Sia was starting to feel genuinely scared in front of this male friend of hers.

It was because she’d come to realize that Jihoon’s words, which she’d initially taken as jokes, weren’t playful banter but his genuine feelings.

After losing count of how many times they’d tangled together like this, whenever she came to her senses, it felt as if a future would unfold where she was walking hand-in-hand with him into a wedding hall, raising his child.

The moment even a shred of rationality returned, Sia would start plotting her escape—and there was no way Jihoon wouldn’t notice.

Whenever she showed even the slightest sign of her mind wandering elsewhere, he’d pound into her relentlessly with his savage cock and caress every inch of her body until she couldn’t think at all.

Sia genuinely wanted to snap at him, but then she’d remember that this whole mess had started with her own carelessness in not taking her suppressants, and she’d clamp her mouth shut.

They say humans were creatures of adaptation.

Even Sia, who’d initially thought all of this was absurd, gradually grew accustomed to the time spent attached to Jihoon.

Outside of the time they spent having sex, Jihoon cared for Sia with the devotion of a mother tending to her young.

Even after tormenting her mercilessly until her whole body felt like it was melting, he would carefully wash her hair, wipe down her body, dry her hair, and even gently brush it out.

After thoroughly drying her damp body, he would apply body lotion all over her and even meticulously trim her fingernails and toenails.

The shampoo, body wash, and body lotion Kang Jihoon used all had scents uncannily similar to his pheromones. Maybe because of that, after bathing, Sia’s whole body would smell like him, as if she’d been drenched in his pheromones.

As she dozed off in his arms, pampered like a kitten and nodding off drowsily, delicious meals prepared by the chef who worked at his family’s main house would arrive right on schedule.

Delicious meals were served three times a day, always featuring dishes Sia loved—Korean, Western, Chinese, Japanese, it didn’t matter. Even trendy desserts that were all the rage on social media, ones she’d never dared try because they were too expensive, would be delivered by express courier and arrive right at her door.

Was it because these comfortable days just kept going?

There was a time when her life’s goal had been to beat Kang Jihoon. She’d hated and resented him that much.

But at some point, not even a trace of those sharp feelings toward him remained.

She’d definitely hated Kang Jihoon more than anyone else in the world. She’d cried countless times because she couldn’t stand how he always took first place without even trying…

Yet she could feel all those negative emotions she’d held toward him slowly melting away and disappearing.

Was this what they called catching feelings from sex?

Or was it because of the imprinting? Because they were bound by each other’s pheromones?

No matter how many times she asked herself, she couldn’t find a clear answer, and it left her feeling frustrated.

“Park Sia, haah, focus.”

“K-Kang Jihoon, hng, wait… just wait.”

Today too, Sia arched her back and moaned as his brutal cock thwap, thwap pounded against her inner walls.

“When I’m fucking you, haah, I told you not to let your mind wander, didn’t I?”

“Jihoon, I, ngh, I can’t… I can’t anymore… okay?”

Sia pleaded with Jihoon, who gripped her waist tightly and kept thrusting into her without pause.

Her pussy, already hypersensitive from cumming several times, flinched helplessly each time his hot cock mercilessly drove in and out.

Once they started, sex with Jihoon never ended after just once or twice—it usually lasted for hours.

He even spent all day sucking on her breasts, even though they didn’t produce milk. Both breasts, marked with bright red handprints, were swollen and puffy, just like the tight hole that took his cock every single day.

“No, I… I really need to use the bathroom, hng…”

This was already the fourth round of sex since this morning.

Maybe it was because of the relentless thrusting that continued over and over while staying inside her, but suddenly an intense urge to pee surged up.

“Heh, my baby needs to pee?”

“Hngh, Jihoon, please…”

“Need to pee? You have to answer me, Sia.”

“Ngh, y-yes. I, hng, need to pee… J-just stop for a second. Okay?”

“Ha, so fucking cute. She says she needs to pee…”

Jihoon, who made Sia say humiliating things with her own mouth, looked at her as if he found her lovely as she squirmed with his cock still inside her.

“Then piss right here.”

“What? Hng, n-no, please, Jihoon, okay?”

If Jihoon said he’d do something, he’d absolutely do it—he was the type who wouldn’t hesitate to make her piss herself during sex.

Sia, who had never even wet the bed once as a child, desperately wanted to avoid pissing herself as a full-grown adult.

She struggled, flailing her slender legs, trying to stop his increasingly forceful thrusts.

“Baby, wrap your arms around my neck.”

“My arms? Hng, why my arms… Kyah!”

The moment she put her arms around his neck as he instructed.

“Kang Jihoon, no, hng…!”

With his cock still inside her, Jihoon grabbed Sia’s ass and lifted her up in one swift motion.

The instant her legs left the ground and dangled in the air, startled Sia instinctively clung to Jihoon.

“Whoa there. Stay still. You want to get hurt?”

“Jihoon, this is, ngh, weird… right?”

Jihoon looked at Sia, who was clinging tightly to his neck and waist, and said in a satisfied voice.

“Let’s go. I’ll help you.”

“What?! Help me with what?”

“Help my baby take a piss.”

Gripping her plump ass firmly with both large hands, Jihoon let out a sly laugh and thrust his hips upward sharply.

“Hng, wait, ngh…! I’m scared, please…!”

As her inner walls were stimulated while suspended in midair, Sia let out a broken moan and clung to him even tighter.

At the sight, Jihoon suppressed the laughter threatening to burst out.

Her small body trembling as she wrapped both arms and legs tightly around him was so adorable, he worried it might become a bad habit.

“Hng, Jihoon, I, I want to go by myself. Please…”

“Don’t wanna.”

The position made his cock stimulate her inner walls even deeper, driving her crazy, yet Jihoon didn’t seem the least bit strained by this strange position—he kept standing there, holding her tight as he thrust into her.

“Haah, please, hng…”

“Haha. Our baby’s pussy is clenching so fucking tight. You like doing it standing up?”

“Ngh, no, hng…!”

Each time he thrust his cock upward, Sia’s small body clung even tighter to Jihoon.

Because of that, an intense urge to urinate surged through her as if she’d pee at any moment.

“Jihoon, ngh, I really… think I’m gonna pee. Please?”

“Phew, Oppa’s going to walk to the bathroom now, so hold on tight, okay?”

At the sensation of feeling like she’d pee at any moment, Sia whimpered, and Jihoon, holding her just as she was, pulled her tightly against him as he entered the bathroom.

Sia trembled all over at this perverted situation, sniffling back tears.

Though she’d eaten meals, bathed, and slept with him inside her for entire days before, this was the first time she’d crossed the living room while connected like this.

Despite there being three bathrooms including the one in the bedroom, Jihoon went out of his way to take Sia to the bathroom at the very end of the hallway—the farthest one from the bedroom.

“Mmph, it’s, it’s so deep. Please…!”

If she could, Sia wanted to hurl curses at this dominant Alpha who kept thrusting as he walked, but his cock kept stabbing so deep inside that her breathing grew ragged and she couldn’t speak properly.

Jihoon showered ticklish kisses on her as if finding her adorable—clinging to his body like a baby koala while sniffling—then slowly set her down.

“Ji, Jihoon. If you could just pull it out…”

“Sia. Lean your back against the wall and lift one leg.”

“Wh-what?!”

Jihoon trapped Sia against the wall as she twisted her hips trying to pull his cock out, then lifted one of her thighs to position her so her pussy was even more exposed.

“W-wait, Jihoon… Hngh…”

“If it’s too hard, lean on my chest.”

“No, please just pull it out. Please? Jihoon.”

Their height difference made it so difficult to stand while still connected that Sia thought she might die, and with one leg lifted high, she gripped Jihoon tightly while standing on tiptoe.

More than anything, holding one leg up made her feel exactly like a dog peeing, and the extreme humiliation made tears pour down her face.

“Sniff, Jihoon, please… it’s too much for me.”

“Sia. Pee.”

“L-like this?”

“Yeah.”

“Please, Jihoon…”

Sia clutched his forearm even tighter as she whimpered and pleaded.

The urge to pee was overwhelming, but she didn’t want to do it like this—standing with one leg lifted high. Anything but that.

“Sniff, if I pee like this, it’ll get all over your leg…!”

“I don’t care. We can just shower together after.”

Despite her desperate pleas, Jihoon didn’t even blink. He simply caressed her spread entrance gently.

As his large hand fondled her overly sensitive pussy, the unbearable urge to pee made tears stream down Sia’s face.

“Sniff, please, Jihoon, I can’t do it like this. Please?”

“Good girl, let’s pee. Come on, shh—”

“Please, hngh, Jihoon…”

No matter how much she begged, Jihoon ignored her. He just kept stroking her neatly trimmed pubic hair, urging her to pee with soft “shh” sounds.

That’s when it happened.

“H-honey. Please…”

Jihoon’s favorite term of endearment slipped from Sia’s lips.

“Sniff, honey, I need to pee. Hngh… P-please pull your cock out. Please?”

As she clutched his arm with her small hands, calling him “honey” in that desperate voice, Jihoon felt his heart surge with heat.

‘Crazy. So fucking cute.’

At that adorable sight, Jihoon’s cock, already filling Sia to the brim, swelled even larger.

“Then you have to show me properly, okay?”

“Sniff, haa…”

“I’m your husband. I get to watch you pee. Right?”

“Hngh, yes… Please, honey…”

He wanted to keep thrusting into her until she lost control, but if he actually did that, he’d probably earn her genuine hatred.

Jihoon suppressed his regret and slowly withdrew his cock.

His shaft, swollen to its limit from Sia’s lewd appearance, still stood as stiff as a weapon.

“Baby, hurry and squat down.”

“Haa…”

“Spread your legs so I can see your pussy, and show me how you pee.”

In the end, Sia gave up on everything and assumed the awkward squatting position he gestured toward.

After being stuck with him for days on end, she’d learned all too well that Kang Jihoon was stubborn enough to get what he wanted no matter what.

“You need to spread your legs wider, baby. I can’t see your pussy at all.”

Resigned, Sia plopped down on the bathroom floor and spread her legs wide in an M-shape, just as Jihoon ordered.

“Good girl. Pee, pee.”

“Hnngh, mm…”

As Jihoon approached and gently caressed her plump pussy, the transparent liquid she’d been holding back immediately trickled out.

Jihoon watched the sight with bated breath, as if entranced.

His omega, sprawled on the white marble floor and peeing, was unbearably cute.

“Haha, well done. My baby even pees so well, doesn’t she?”

Jihoon lifted Sia into his arms—she’d gone limp after finishing—and peppered her face with kisses.

Every time Sia—who always presented such a composed image—fell apart before him like this, his heart swelled with an indescribable fullness.

“But how is even your pee hole so cute? You really look like such a baby… I should’ve taken a picture to show you.”

“You crazy bastard… Mmph, mm…!”

The moment she spat out the curse in her sharp tone, Jihoon devoured her lips once more.

“Mmph, mm, hah…!”

“Haa, ha…”

As his tongue ravaged her relentlessly, Sia panted and swallowed the saliva he fed her.

She had no idea what was so cute or baby-like about her, but Jihoon had definitely been acting strange lately.

The way he looked at her with an expression that said he couldn’t handle how adorable she was, and how he treated her—a full-grown adult—like an infant.

Those embarrassingly affectionate pet names she’d never been called even by her parents as a young child, and that rapturous expression as he gazed hotly at her alone… strangely made her heart flutter.

Was it because she’d never received this kind of fervent attention from any romantic interest before? It was embarrassing and awkward, yet at the same time, she didn’t entirely dislike it.

“Honey, you peed, so I’ll clean you up.”

After biting and sucking Sia’s lips to his heart’s content for a while, Jihoon turned on the shower and meticulously washed her body with warm water.

As he washed her tiny feet with body cleanser with a subtle woody scent, like his pheromones, Jihoon gazed at her pure white, adorable feet and said in a husky voice.

“Look at how Park Sia’s feet are smaller than my cock. Haa… You’re so cute I’m going crazy, seriously.”

After spending a good while tickling and washing between her toes, Jihoon sat Sia on the edge of the bathtub and began rubbing his dick against her small feet.

“Hng…”

“Ha, Sia…”

His pillar-like cock and coarse pubic hair rubbed mercilessly against her soft, pale feet.

Perhaps it was because of the love juices dripping from his genitals. Sia’s body naturally heated up from the increasingly intense Alpha pheromones as well.

The bumpy, heated sensation she felt against her feet, the rough texture of his pubic hair rubbing against her—it all felt good.

Before she knew it, thoroughly intoxicated by his pheromones, Sia looked up at him with a flushed face and thrust out her breasts.

“Jihoon, haa, here, touch me… please?”

“Hoo, are you begging me to play with your breasts right now?”

At her moaning request to touch her breasts, Jihoon kneaded both breasts like rice cakes with his large hands.

“Ngh, Jihoon, mm, there, haa…!”

The sensation of Jihoon’s large hands caressing her breasts was unbearably ecstatic, and Sia unconsciously kept rubbing both breasts against his hands.

But this wasn’t enough.

A lewd thought washed over her—she wanted him to mercilessly shove that thick cock rubbing against her feet back inside her again.

“Haa, Sia… Ngh!”

Finally, as Jihoon rubbed his cock against Sia’s feet, cloudy white fluid gushed from the tip of his glans.

Jihoon gripped his dark red member and splattered his cum across Sia’s flat stomach and her pussy.

“Haa, ngh…”

Sia leaned quietly against the bathroom wall with her legs spread, watching in a daze as Jihoon slowly smeared his semen all over her body.

As if determined to coat her body with every last drop clinging to his glans, Jihoon madly rubbed his thick cockhead against her opening.

That’s when it happened.

‘This is strange, I feel like… something similar happened before…’

She couldn’t remember when, but beyond the hazy fog of her memory, she recalled someone gripping her feet and rubbing them against their genitals—the memory flickered and crackled in her mind.

As the almost-remembered scene kept flashing through her mind, Sia unconsciously furrowed her brow.

[Damn. Is Sia’s foot insane? It’s so damn cute… It’s smaller than my cock.]

As fragments of memory slowly surfaced, Sia struggled desperately to recall them.

There had definitely been a man one night who rubbed his genitals against her feet and hands…

A man who sprayed cloudy white fluid over her lying body and smeared his semen all over her…

“Park Sia, what are you thinking about now?”

As she wore a serious expression, lost in thought, Jihoon caught that fleeting change and growled, roughly gripping her plump pussy.

“But I, ngh, this is weird.”

“Yeah. What is?”

“I’m pretty sure we… before, ngh, something like this happened…”

As Jihoon roughly rubbed his fingers over her wet opening, Sia gasped out moans and gripped his forearm.

“Before?”

“Haa, ugh, before I manifested as an omega…”

At Sia’s words, Jihoon chuckled and answered.

“What? Park Sia, we fucked in your dreams? You’ve liked this oppa since your beta days?”

“Ngh, th-that can’t be…!”

“How cute. Stop being so stubborn.”

Jihoon showered smacking kisses on Sia’s small feet, drenched in his cum.

“It’s okay. I’ve been jerking off thinking about you every day since your beta days.”

“What? Haa, aren’t you a total pervert?”

“Well, who told you to be this pretty? Hm?”

Jihoon showered her lips with smacking kisses. Sia’s face flushed bright red from the ticklish kisses, and she grumbled.

“That’s ridiculous, ngh, since when… did you think I was pretty…?”

“From the beginning.”

At her sulky tone, Jihoon chuckled and answered.

“…What?”

“From the beginning, I thought that.”

When they first became desk partners in elementary school.

When he saw her crying her eyes out after losing to him on that test. When he saw her quietly reading a book.

Or maybe it was the day he saw her staying alone in the classroom until late, layering shadow upon shadow to complete her drawing.

No. Maybe from the very beginning…

From that first day he saw her with those impossibly small, sparkling eyes. Maybe he was naturally drawn to her all along…

“Ha, Sia, I like you so much.”

After kissing Sia’s dazed face, Jihoon once again, and then again, thrust his cock deep into her tight hole.

“Wait, ngh, really, st-stop…”

“Park Sia, I really, I like you so much, hng, I just can’t control myself.”

The sounds of flesh slapping and creaking echoed through the cramped bathroom.

Sia clung to Jihoon as he thrust roughly into her, moaning mindlessly.

It certainly seemed like fragments of memory were rising to the surface, one by one. But as the fierce pleasure crashed over her again, Sia’s mind grew hazy.

She simply clung to the large body that was frantically devouring hers, lost in nothing but the rough, irresistible pleasure.

***

“Sia, wake up. Let’s eat.”

Sia rubbed her eyes and got up as Jihoon’s gentle voice and a shake woke her.

Even though her heat cycle had ended, Jihoon had been tormenting her relentlessly without a moment’s rest, so the past few days had been practically no different from being in heat.

“Chew thoroughly and eat plenty.”

“Okay.”

Sia walked out to the living room, sat in the dining chair Jihoon pulled out for her, and took the chopsticks he handed her.

On the table was a feast laid out as usual.

There was a delicious-looking stew, along with over ten side dishes arranged like a royal banquet.

“Why, why do you keep staring at me?”

She flinched as she looked at Jihoon, who sat beside her grinning from ear to ear the entire time she ate.

His smile seemed to hide some ulterior motive, and Sia looked at him uneasily.

“Kang Jihoon. Did you drug the food or something?”

“Don’t be shocked. I made it.”

As Jihoon pointed at the table, Sia opened her eyes wide and said:

“You made this? All of it?”

“Most of the side dishes were sent by the manager at home, but… I made the tuna kimchi stew and cheese egg roll myself.”

Now that she looked closer, among the neat and colorful side dishes that looked like they belonged in a magazine, she felt there was something that oddly stood out…

Upon closer inspection, she spotted a cheese egg roll that looked slightly squashed and burst, and a kimchi stew that seemed somewhat sloppy.

“Are you sure this is safe to eat?”

“Oh, come on. It might look like this, but… it tastes good.”

When Jihoon urged her to try it and personally placed an egg roll on top of her rice bowl, Sia took a bite of the cheese egg roll with mozzarella dripping down.

As the chewy cheese slid smoothly into her mouth, Sia’s already large eyes grew even wider.

‘Wait… this is actually good?’

The cheese egg roll she loved and the kimchi stew with tuna were among Sia’s favorite Korean dishes.

‘Wait, did he remember my favorite side dishes and make them for me?’

Surprised by Jihoon’s unexpectedly thoughtful side, Sia quickly polished off one egg roll and started munching on a second.

“It’s… pretty good.”

As she stuffed her cheeks full like a chipmunk with the food he’d made, eating with obvious enjoyment, Jihoon watched with a proud expression before speaking confidently.

“I can also make soybean paste stew and seaweed soup, you know.”

“So?”

“Just saying. I’m all set.”

“Set for what?”

“Why do you keep making me repeat myself like a broken record? For marriage, obviously.”

At the word “marriage,” Sia felt the cheese egg roll suddenly lodge in her throat.

She could dismiss marriage talk during sex as nonsense blurted out in the heat of the moment.

But here, with a clear mind, on a clear day, eating breakfast while Jihoon spoke in a formal, almost official tone, Sia realized she needed to have a proper conversation with him.

“Jihoon. We’re both still only twenty…”

“Dominant Alphas usually get married around that age anyway.”

“Are you really okay with this? Never being with any other omega for the rest of your life?”

“What kind of bullshit are you spouting? Are you saying you want to have sex with other Alphas?”

“N-no. You’re already more than enough to handle. I’m dying here. Other Alphas? Yeah, right. Haha.”

When Jihoon growled as if he was about to devour her on the spot, Sia waved her hands awkwardly with a forced laugh, denying it.

‘Why wouldn’t I want to? My dream of living went up in smoke like a moth to a flame because of you…’

As Sia let out a deep sigh with a complicated expression, Jihoon furrowed his brow and raised his voice.

“Park Sia. You better make it crystal clear to all your close seniors, juniors, and classmates at school. Tell that tutoring kid who grins foolishly whenever he sees you, and everyone else around you—tell them all properly that you have a partner who’s even marked you.”

“Wait, how do you even know my tutoring student grins like… Oh crap, that’s right! School!”

Sia jumped up from her seat in shock.

No matter how much she’d been drunk on lust and out of her mind, how could something like this happen?

As she became an omega, had some part of her brain broken along with it?

She pressed her small hands against both cheeks and let out a scream.

Intoxicated by her heat cycle and the pleasure from Kang Jihoon, she’d completely forgotten.

The fact that it was exam period right now!

“Kang Jihoon! Why aren’t you going to school? You’re in the middle of exams too!”

“Me? I don’t really need to go.”

“Oh my god, what am I going to do! This is all your fault. Every time I started to come to my senses, you’d start hounding me, and whenever I was even a little bit clear-headed, you’d start groping me again, so…!”

Sia smacked Jihoon’s shoulders repeatedly as he stared at her blankly.

“Kang Jihoon, where’s my phone?”

“Why? Are you going to call Choi Yeseo again?”

“No… I can’t just blow off all my exams like this.”

“If it’s about your scholarship, just blow it off.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to worry about tuition ever again.”

At Jihoon’s smug tone, Sia looked at him incredulously and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re my wife. Of course I should pay your tuition. My family has a reputation to uphold.”

How could he sit there looking so full of himself, acting like he’d done something amazing?

“Oh my god! Forget tuition—just give me my phone!”

In front of Jihoon, who sat with his shoulders squared, Sia shouted for him to hand over her phone immediately.

“Are you insane, Park Sia? How could you forget about exam week and… spend days on end just doing that…!”

Sia couldn’t close her mouth, as if she still couldn’t believe she’d skipped school because she’d been so obsessed with sex.

She was dumbfounded by the absurdity of this situation and fell into deep self-reproach.

“You just had different priorities. It’s proof that you liked having sex with me more than taking your exams, isn’t it?”

“If you don’t shut up right now, you’re seriously going to get smacked with this cheese omelet.”

“Well, aren’t you feisty… Fine, fine. Hold on.”

Faced with Sia, who looked genuinely angry, Jihoon had no choice but to hand over her phone, which he’d hidden away carefully.

While she’d been sleeping, he’d deleted all the messages—the ones from Junik who’d contacted her several more times, and the ones from a few male upperclassmen who’d suddenly reached out for no good reason. But he’d left the messages from Yeseo and the kid she tutors alone, just in case she got suspicious.

Whether it was thanks to his meticulous behind-the-scenes maneuvering or not, Sia skimmed through the backlog of messages without any suspicion before checking her planner.

“I missed two exams… What am I going to do? Am I seriously insane?”

Jihoon couldn’t understand why Sia was stubbornly insisting on going to school to take her exams when the semester was already ruined anyway.

Since things had already come to this, she might as well just rest up, eat good food, and indulge in sex. Maybe even go on an overseas trip with him during break.

He couldn’t fathom what was so appealing about school—as if it were coated in honey—but Park Sia looked utterly devastated, as if the sky had fallen, over the fact that she’d skipped.

Of course, Jihoon knew her tendencies better than anyone, and he’d always found it fascinating how she threw herself wholeheartedly and passionately into everything, ever since long ago.

Maybe that was why. Sometimes he thought she was amazing for always working so hard, but other times he felt sorry for her.

For Park Sia—who was second to none when it came to diligence—missing all her exams might have felt as if the universe was collapsing.

“Jihoon, please just give me some clothes. Please?”

When Sia stomped her feet and clung to him pleadingly, Jihoon turned his head away.

He liked this situation—her clinging to him and begging—so much that he felt like he might get addicted to it.

“Are you going to keep me locked up here forever? How much more do I have to hate you before you’re satisfied?”

At Sia’s words, Jihoon flinched and glanced at her.

The last thing he wanted was for her to genuinely hate him over something like this.

“Even if this semester’s ruined, I can’t just throw it all away completely. Please, just lend me some clothes so I can at least go to school. Please? I want to take the remaining exams. I don’t want everything I’ve studied so far to go down the drain. I worked really hard on my assignments, and I lived really diligently this whole semester.”

“Hah…”

“Kang Jihoon, please…”

Jihoon stood up as if he had no choice.

“…Wait. I’ll give you something of mine you can wear.”

Park Sia—who was more obsessed with grades than anyone and always wanted to be first.

If he kept her from taking any more exams, they might really end up as lifelong enemies. With that thought, Jihoon reluctantly headed to the dressing room.

He scanned through the clothes in the closet, then pulled out something passable and handed them to Sia to wear.

The baggy shirt and shorts were way too big on her. Even when he cinched the waistband tight, they kept sliding down, so he ended up having to pull off a tag pin from a new piece of clothing and use it to pin the waistband.

Anyone could tell she was wearing her boyfriend’s clothes. Or maybe her husband’s?

Seeing Park Sia in his oversized clothes, Jihoon thought she looked just like a girlfriend who’d spent the night at her boyfriend’s place and was heading off to take an exam. He was quite satisfied.

“You’re cute, Park Sia. Wearing my clothes.”

Jihoon ran his fingers over the colorful marks he’d left behind, visible through the loose neckline, and smirked.

“Whatever. I don’t have time. Just call me a taxi already.”

“A taxi? Yeah, right.”

He picked out one of the car keys from the entryway and pocketed it. Then he grabbed a sheet of A4 paper and a pen from his study and shoved them at Sia.

“Write here that you absolutely won’t run away.”

“You think something like this has any legal standing…?”

“Whether it does or not, I need to at least have this.”

“I’m not going to run away. I’ve got your mark on me like this—where exactly would I run to?”

Sia grumbled as she lowered her head to show Jihoon the mark on her nape, with an aggrieved look.

“You still need to write the pledge. Hurry up and stamp it with your fingerprint too.”

Jihoon said this while looking at the bite mark imprinted as clearly as a tattoo, barely suppressing the laughter threatening to burst out.

In the end, Sia had to write the pledge as he demanded, stamp it with her fingerprint, and even record a video swearing she absolutely wouldn’t run away before she was finally allowed to open the front door.

If this sex-crazed male friend of hers suddenly changed his mind and locked her up in this place, she’d be in serious trouble.

With a disgruntled expression, Sia hurried after Jihoon as he headed toward the parking lot.