Divorce Contract C8

Chapter 8

Seo Dohyeon overlapped his hand over Go Igyeol’s, which was wrapped around his stomach, and quickened the rhythmic pace. Squelch, squelch. The force of his thrusts was so strong that Igyeol’s buttocks felt like they would be crushed. Lowering his posture, Seo Dohyeon adjusted the angle by raising his waist higher, driving in deeper. It was an instinctive movement.

“Hhh, hhhugh, ah…! Hhk, ah– ah…!”

Clutching the slender waist that seemed like it would snap with just a little more pressure, his eyes gleamed dangerously as they captured the sight of sweat-dampened hair swaying. A bead of sweat that had gathered on the bridge of his nose traced a curved line as it slid down.

“Ha.”

“Hhugh, Seo Dohyeon-ssi, ah, wa-wait. Hhh, no.”

“I’m going to knot, so don’t move.”

“Please, please, hhk, no…!”

Go Igyeol reached a hand back and pushed at Seo Dohyeon, but it was already too late. His cock swelled inside him. Igyeol’s eyes flew wide open and his mouth gaped. No amount of pheromone showers could mask the pain; tears welled up endlessly.

Covering Igyeol’s bulging lower belly with his palm, Seo Dohyeon pressed his lips to his tear-streaked cheek. Seeing him plead today not to go in too deep, he rammed into him like a madman. Whether it was an angle that lessened the pain or one that reduced the depth, Seo Dohyeon didn’t know—but every time Igyeol’s ass shook before his eyes, he couldn’t regain his senses.

“Does it hurt?”

“…Hhhuh, hhhugh, it hurts… it hurts.”

“What are you going to do if you cry like this from the very first day?”

“Just a little… not so painful….”

Seo Dohyeon forgot what he was about to say as he quietly stared at Igyeol’s face, which was turned toward him, eyes reddened as though rubbed into the pillow. When Igyeol, trembling hands brushing his own face, noticed something strange and met Seo Dohyeon’s eyes, he asked:

“Why… why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s hard to make it painless, Go Igyeol-ssi.”

“……”

“But I’ll try to be gentle, so don’t cry.”

Igyeol knew Seo Dohyeon was only tender during sex. Especially during rut, when he became even more gentle than on other days. His tone of voice, his caressing touches, the way he constantly checked if Igyeol was okay, and the way his caresses poured down like melting warmth—Igyeol knew none of it was his true feelings, but simply the alpha’s instinct toward his knotting partner. He reminded himself again and again not to misunderstand, not to be mistaken—but it was never easy. Every time he faced this side of Seo Dohyeon, Igyeol felt like the ground beneath his feet crumbled entirely.

Even though he knew the warmth of lips pressed against his, the hand stroking his sweat-soaked hair, the tenderness of arms that didn’t push him away when he reached for an embrace or a hand, weren’t real—he was still helplessly wounded.

He knew it wasn’t affection, but sexual desire, just as Seo Dohyeon had said. And yet, Igyeol was yielding pieces of his heart to Seo Dohyeon, little by little.

Seo Dohyeon’s rut, which had seemed endless, finally subsided. Even with suppressants administered intermittently, the dominant alpha’s rut cycle lasted a full week. Igyeol was certain that without the injections, it would have been even longer.

Blinking at the IV drip connected to his arm, Go Igyeol realized he had almost no memory of leaving the bed. What stood out most was crying beneath Seo Dohyeon when even meals were consumed with Seo Dohyeon still inside him.

“Haa….”

The feeling of having his entire body trampled mercilessly made even turning over exhausting. What day was it today, anyway? Time seemed to have been cut away in chunks. Though he tried not to, sighs escaped him one after another.

The first time after marriage that he had experienced a dominant alpha’s rut, he thought this warlike sex was simply how it was done. No rest breaks, no meals, abandoning all human dignity and clinging like beasts in heat.

But after a few repetitions, Igyeol began to sense something was off. One day, while on an IV drip, he searched the internet about dominant alpha ruts. The sea of information revealed that their ruts could be endured by several omegas at once or suppressed with medication.

Would Seo Dohyeon really be the type to bring in multiple omegas just for rut? Igyeol shook his head. The Seo Dohyeon he knew was absolutely not the kind of man to engage in an orgy with multiple partners. If he were, he would have written such terms into their contract from the very beginning. If Igyeol left, Seo Dohyeon might call upon another omega to relieve his rut, but he was certain Seo Dohyeon would never bring in another while with him.

During rut, Seo Dohyeon became overly sensitive, and once sex began, he behaved with such overwhelming tenderness it felt like he might consume Igyeol entirely. As long as their contract lasted, Igyeol couldn’t bear the thought of Seo Dohyeon sharing that side with anyone else.

As his thoughts tangled endlessly, the buzzing vibration of a phone abruptly cut them off. Reaching out, Igyeol grabbed the glowing device.

「[Web Message]

(Reservation Notice)

Hello, Go Igyeol-nim!

This is WizMiz OB-GYN.

You have an appointment today at 11 AM with Dr. Park Mikyung in Obstetrics ♥

Please notify the desk upon arrival.

Inquiries: 080-2023-1017」

Rubbing his eyes as he read the text, Igyeol couldn’t believe two weeks had already passed. His gaze at the IV bag, more than half full still, turned anxious. Seo Dohyeon wasn’t home, was he? Thank goodness he hadn’t received such a message while Seo Dohyeon was around. His trembling hand quickly deleted it. He needed an excuse to go out, but none came to mind.

Just then, the phone buzzed again.

「It’s me, Sunwoo. What are you doing today? If you’re free, want to grab lunch together? Is that too sudden?」

“Ah….”

The timing was good. Seo Dohyeon knew he had run into a college classmate by chance before—that the man turned out to be Na Seunghee’s cousin. While Seo Dohyeon disliked Igyeol meeting anyone, this excuse was better than claiming to meet someone Seo Dohyeon didn’t know at all. After a moment’s thought, Igyeol replied to Na Sunwoo.

「Sure, lunch is fine. I’ll come near your office. What time should I be there?」

The reply came quickly.

「Oh, I was planning to come to you. Then how about 12 o’clock? That bus stop from last time?」

「See you then.」

「I’ll treat you to something delicious, lol. There are so many good places here. What do you like?」

Without answering further, Igyeol pulled out the needle from the crook of his arm. Pressing an alcohol swab to the bead of blood, he left the bed. Judging by the silence, Seo Dohyeon didn’t seem to be home. Still, he needed to check. Had Seo Dohyeon only stepped away briefly? Or was he truly gone?

Leaving the bedroom, Igyeol saw a laptop, tablet, and several files scattered on the table in front of the sofa. Had Seo Dohyeon only stepped out for a moment? That would be bad. Immediately, Igyeol turned back into the en suite bathroom.

In the mirror, his face looked bloodless. He rinsed himself for a long time under the warm water.

Why wasn’t Seo Dohyeon going to work these days? The uncertainty made him anxious. Could he really go out? Would Seo Dohyeon believe him if he said it was fine? That was what worried him. But above all, what terrified him was the faint ache in his lower belly that he hadn’t felt while lying in bed.

Turning off the water, he grabbed a dry towel to wipe himself down. He roughly shook out the water from his hair and stepped into the dressing room. To hide the reddish marks blooming along his nape, he put on a white cashmere turtleneck, then slipped into light beige slacks. After pulling on thick socks, he checked the time. The lack of sound outside only made his unease worse.

Wouldn’t it be better to leave while Seo Dohyeon was away? The thought crossed his mind. Running his fingers through his still-damp hair, he grabbed a coat at random. But as he stepped out of the dressing room, he froze. At some point, Seo Dohyeon had returned and was straightening the bed.

“Ah.”

“I thought you were just washing up.”

“…I have a lunch appointment with a friend. Since no one seemed to be home… if I’d known you were here, I would’ve postponed.”

The hesitation in his voice carried no sincerity. Seo Dohyeon, who easily saw through him, glanced at his damp hair and flushed cheeks from the hot water, then nodded.

“Go ahead. I was waiting to see if you couldn’t get up again today, since your pheromones had been drained for days—I thought I might need to take you to the hospital.”

“……”

“Let’s have dinner together.”

When Igyeol answered yes to his calm tone, Seo Dohyeon turned away without hesitation. He was dressed in a flawless suit, as if he had truly been about to head to work. Even after the bedroom door closed with a sharp click, Igyeol didn’t move right away. Only when he faintly heard the sound of the front door shutting did the tension drain from his body and his knees give out.

“Hhh, haaah….”

Clutching at his pounding chest, Igyeol panted before springing to his feet. If he delayed any longer, he might be late for the hospital appointment.