Divorce Contract C34(NSFW)

Chapter 34(NSFW)

※ This chapter contains depictions of coercive sexual activity. Please read with caution.

Hellish days followed one after another. The only time Go Igyeol could see Seo Dohyeon’s face was at night, and even then, Igyeol was never in his right mind. Every attempt to remain conscious had failed. Since being dragged back, he hadn’t been able to have a proper conversation with Dohyeon even once.

Perhaps he would never be able to clear the misunderstanding. How could he, when every night was consumed by battles disguised as sex, and each time he woke, he was alone again?

Blinking at the untouched space beside him, Igyeol longed to go back. Back to before the pregnancy, or even last Christmas, or Dohyeon’s birthday. Maybe even before their marriage. Any moment in the past would do, so long as it wasn’t this one.

“……”

But wishes, no matter how desperate, were never enough. Ending the daydream, Igyeol pushed himself up. His entire body ached. A dull sting radiated from his lower back through his hips. As always, he checked over his condition.

By now, he couldn’t tell which bruises were new and which were old. The black rings around his wrists had deepened—marks left from Dohyeon’s grip the night before. Finger-shaped bruises marred his forearms, and more littered his hips, thighs, and calves.

Though he had washed himself at dawn, semen clung inside him, melting with body heat, dried and crusted on his thighs. Each movement made the hardened residue flake off like brittle crumbs. Dohyeon no longer used condoms, using Igyeol’s pregnancy as an excuse. Every night, he knotted inside him, choosing the deepest, most painful positions, almost as though he wanted the child to be harmed.

Listlessly swallowing down his pheromone supplement without water, Igyeol shuffled into the bathroom.

Standing under warm water, he scrubbed away the dried mess until the swollen places loosened and what had pooled inside began to trickle out. He wanted to clean himself more thoroughly with his fingers but gave up; the pain was too much. Leaning his forehead against the wall, he found himself wishing his head would simply crack open and end it all. Then he thought of the baby—and wept.

How did it come to this? How did it go so wrong? All he had wanted was to give birth.

“…Hhk.”

Turning off the water, he looked into the mirror. A pale body mottled with bruises. Limbs reduced to skin and bone. And in stark contrast, the grotesquely swollen belly. He touched it with his bony hand.

He hadn’t even given the baby a name. Not once had he called to it with tenderness. Was it still holding on? Lately, the movements had weakened. When he was awake, there was almost no activity. Was the baby weakening—or was it only moving while he slept, and he just didn’t notice? He tapped gently against his belly, again and again, as if to rouse it. But there was only silence.

He recalled Dohyeon’s words from the night before, when he had sobbed during knotting, begging for mercy because he feared the baby would be harmed.

“If it’s the kind of baby that would fall from a few knots, better it falls. If it wants to live, it’ll cling and survive.”

The callous words had cut him deeply. That was the moment Igyeol understood—Dohyeon truly did not want the child. Perhaps he could speak so easily because he believed it wasn’t his.

But even if Dohyeon knew it was his child—would anything change? Probably not. Even then, he might have refused to allow the pregnancy to continue. That was why Igyeol’s flight had been the only right choice.

“…I don’t know anymore.”

And yet the endless torment made him doubt himself. Was I wrong to run? He wasn’t even certain if he still wanted the baby. Wearily pulling his hand away from his belly, he lifted his head.

At that moment, blood began to drip from his nose. It streamed down in a red line. Covering it with his hand, he bent over the sink—just as the bathroom door burst open.

It must already have been time for Dohyeon to return from work. Igyeol startled, but Dohyeon’s expression showed no concern, only a faint crease of annoyance. The blood staining his philtrum seemed to disgust him more than worry him. He looked displeased at the droplets dotting the floor.

“Wash again. You stink of blood.”

“…Yes.”

The door shut. Igyeol removed his hand, turned on the faucet, and tried to rinse it away. But no matter how much he wiped, the blood wouldn’t stop. Pressing hard stemmed the flow only for a moment before it trickled down again.

“Disgusting.”

Dizziness overtook him. Clutching the sink, Igyeol sank helplessly to the floor, hugging his knees as quiet sobs escaped him. Every day was agony.

Sex had become so painful that being beaten would have hurt less. Even the knotting, once unbearable, was something he had grown numb to. Though he managed not to black out, he had no strength left. Not even a sound escaped his raw throat. If he was to speak, now was the time, but his mouth would not open. It was as if he had forgotten how to converse.

Dohyeon waited for a while, watching Igyeol fidget with his hands, then seemed to decide he wouldn’t speak. Without a word, he left the bed. Igyeol’s pleading eyes clung to him, but Dohyeon never glanced back. Since Igyeol’s return, even after sex, he never shared the bed. He always left, likely retreating to his study or a guest room. That was one reason Igyeol had so little chance to speak with him.

Once the door closed, Igyeol was left alone in the brightly lit room. Dohyeon always left the lights blazing, perhaps to intensify his shame. But by now, shame meant little. When the pain was enough to kill him, what was humiliation? If the lights being on meant the sex would be less brutal, then so much the better.

When his breathing steadied, he moved his legs. Semen pooling inside made his belly ache, so he always went to clean himself as soon as he could. Standing limply under scalding water for a long while, he finally dragged himself back to bed. Hunger struck for the first time in days.

Since being brought back, he had been too exhausted to eat, sleeping through most of the days. Some days he hadn’t managed even one proper meal. Forcing his weakened body up, he pressed an ear to the door, listening. Hearing nothing, he stepped out.

Moving quietly through the dark, he thought he’d be glad for any fruit that required no peeling or preparation—but secretly, he hoped for peaches. Soft or hard, it didn’t matter.

In the dining room, he glanced around nervously, then went straight for the refrigerator. Reaching for the fruit compartment, he froze at the sound of footsteps behind him. Startled, he slammed the door shut and straightened up. The overhead light flicked on with a sharp click, yellow and harsh. He winced.

“What are you craving at this hour?”

“…I—”

“So you want to try everything pregnant women do? At least you don’t have the nerve to ask me to buy things for you.”

The contempt in Dohyeon’s voice, unmasked and scornful, made Igyeol bite his lip.

“Don’t overeat. It’s unsightly.”

Without another look, Dohyeon pulled a beer from the fridge and turned to leave.

“…I… have something to say.”

The small voice halted him mid-step. Turning back, he fixed his gaze on Igyeol.

“Ah. Didn’t I say I’d listen if you managed not to faint after sex? But only if you pleased me first. That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

“……”

“Go on, then. I’ll listen.”

Granting permission like it was a favor, he cracked the can open. Leaning against the table, he downed the entire thing, all the while watching Igyeol.

“Well?”

“…I’m sorry I hid the pregnancy. But… I don’t understand why you think that way. It’s not true. Really, it isn’t. If you’d just tell me why you believe that, I’ll explain. I’ll clear it up.”

“Why did you run?”

“Because… I thought you wouldn’t want the baby. That you wouldn’t want my pregnancy.”

His honest reply only earned a derisive laugh. Dohyeon brushed his hair back and exhaled a long sigh, straightening from his slouch.

“I’m sick of that excuse. You ran because you thought I wouldn’t want the baby. It’s too lazy. Too obvious. Not even a decent lie, Go Igyeol.”

“……”

“Why don’t you tell me who the father is instead? That might actually be interesting.”

“…Why won’t you believe me?”

 

TL Note – this is the first time im doing this heavy scenes please if you cant take this dont read coming chapters or totally drop this