Divorce Contract C41(NSFW)

Chapter 41 (NSFW)

Go Igyeol no longer answered Seo Dohyeon’s questions. Irritatingly, Seo Dohyeon probed at the completely dry opening without the least care, then abruptly shoved two fingers inside. The parched folds stretched painfully tight, but he forced them in mercilessly. The torn wound never had a chance to heal. The passage ripped again with a sharp snap. Igyeol’s back shuddered violently. As blood began to seep out, faint, stifled sobs escaped him.

“Relax.”

“Hhk, hhngh, huff…”

“I said relax. It won’t go in otherwise.”

He tried to loosen up, but he knew all too well what pain was about to crash down on him, and his body refused to let go of its tension. Without pheromones, without foreplay, this kind of raw, forceful penetration was agony no one could endure. Fighting the feeling that his insides were about to split apart, Igyeol struggled to relax.

The two fingers rubbed harshly against his dry inner walls, thrusting fast. Both inside and outside burned hot. He endured the sharp, throbbing pain, and only when he finally managed to release his muscles did the roughly driving fingers yank out in an instant. Reflexively, his body clenched shut, and Dohyeon spat a vicious curse.

In their place, the slickened head of his cock forced itself straight through the clenched folds. The girth was incomparable to fingers. Igyeol ground his teeth, bearing the sensation of his body being split in two, until at last he slapped his foot desperately against the sofa.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—he wanted to say, but the hand pressing down on his skull silenced even that, leaving him gasping for air. His eyes were open, yet he saw nothing. By habit, Igyeol cradled his belly and exhaled in long, ragged breaths as he endured.

The cock buried to the hilt pulled out sharply, only to slam back in. Dohyeon no longer pressed slowly to carve a path; instead he drove fast, hooking the head against the rim only to pound it deep again.

Slap—squelch, slap! Flesh against flesh smacked wetly as his hips struck. Stifled groans pushed past Igyeol’s bitten hand, and faint pheromones spread into the air. Their scent was damp and fragile, like petals soaked in water.

“Don’t use pheromones. Or are you doing this on purpose?”

“…Ahhk…! Huff, it hurts…!”

Unable to withstand the pain, Igyeol crawled forward, but Dohyeon seized his waist and jerked it back down with a thrust. Their junction locked tight. Even the scrape of his coarse pubic hair against Igyeol’s skin was vividly felt, but Dohyeon rutted like a man crazed to go deeper. His belly ached, quivered. The penetration was brutally deep, the rhythm relentlessly fast.

“Please, just… slower—ahhk, it hurts… agh! Seo Dohyeon, please…”

His desperate plea, wrung out after too much endurance, was muffled as Dohyeon clamped a hand over his mouth. His breathing cut off under the palm, panic rising sharp. Igyeol clawed frantically at his arm, his gasps growing damp and frantic. His passage clenched viciously, as though to strangle the cock inside him. The swollen walls stuck and dragged around the invading flesh.

“Ha. You do like it, don’t you?”

“Nhhnngh…”

Even as he shook his head, no, Dohyeon didn’t believe him. With a brutal shove, he drove in to the base and held there, unmoving. The thick cock throbbed mercilessly, filling him to the last crevice. His belly cramped with pain. It felt different from yesterday, different from the day before. Unable to bear the terror, Igyeol broke down into sobs.

“Hhhngh… hhhuk, huff…”

“Now… do you understand?”

“Uhhhk, hhhn…”

Pressing his lips close to Igyeol’s ear, Dohyeon whispered filth. Igyeol froze and sobbed louder than before, tears streaming down his cheeks. He turned his head away, even covering his ears as though to block it all out.

Watching his pitiful, wretched state, Dohyeon swelled thick inside him once more, as if the sight were already familiar. Igyeol’s body shook in spasms, then went limp.

Day by day, Go Igyeol withered. He lost all vitality, quiet as if he had forgotten how to speak. Just a few days ago, he had been conversing with Kwon Heekang about baby supplies, yet now, he no longer even responded when called.

As he prepared to leave work early, Seo Dohyeon was lost in thought. He couldn’t erase the memory of that face, that voice, denying with every ounce of himself from the very beginning. Sooner or later, once the baby was born, the truth would come out anyway. Could he really lie with such desperate eyes, just to escape the present moment?

At first, Dohyeon had believed it was only to survive the situation, to protect the child from harm. But what if it wasn’t? What if Igyeol’s words had been the truth all along?

Why won’t you believe me?—his tearful cries echoed relentlessly in his head. As did the look on his face when he swore Dohyeon would never be forgiven.

“Fuck.”

Since returning home, Dohyeon had taken Igyeol violently, with such force it was a miracle the child hadn’t been lost already. Every night, Igyeol passed out. Lately, blood mingled with the semen and slick staining the sheets, seeping from deeper inside than before. Throughout the acts, his belly cramped in pain, and his expression was steeped in fear.

And yet, part of Dohyeon wondered: if the baby were to be lost, would that not be better? If the child that drove them apart were gone, could he not then create another—his own, for certain?

Fuck, he thought, I’m losing my mind.

“Hah…”

“Executive Director?”

“Manager Yoon.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dohyeon turned from where he had been standing with his back to the desk. Yoon Jaeseon looked at his superior with puzzlement. Earlier, he had been told to clear all appointments and prepare the car, as though Dohyeon intended to rush home, yet now the man stood wordlessly at the window. Just as Yoon was about to ask what was wrong, Dohyeon finally spoke.

“Of course, you being unmarried and without a spouse, you’re not likely to be of much help.”

“…Sir?”

“Is it possible that I’ve… misunderstood Go Igyeol?”

“…A misunderstanding… Ah, you mean… are you referring to the child?”

At Yoon’s careful question, Dohyeon nodded. Yoon’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock before he quickly snapped it shut, apologizing as Dohyeon’s brows drew tight. With the utmost caution, he said:

“If it is a misunderstanding… wouldn’t that be disastrous?”

He couldn’t comprehend what Dohyeon was thinking to even say such a thing. Yoon hadn’t personally witnessed how Igyeol was treated, but on the rare occasions he had seen him, he looked so battered it was a relief not to see worse. To think Dohyeon might still question the possibility of misunderstanding—it was unimaginable. Was the man’s mind fraying from the strain?

“Are you feeling unwell, sir?”

“Do I look it?”

“…No, sir.”

“Then why ask. I feel just fine.”

Dohyeon pulled his jacket off the stand, slipped his arms through without a hitch, picked up his briefcase. Yoon immediately stepped aside.

“I’ll escort you.”

“I’m going alone.”

“The car is ready, sir.”

“I’ll drive myself.”

As he strode past, Yoon bowed and quickly moved to open the door for him.

“Manager Yoon.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m not the kind of man who makes mistakes, am I?”

“No, sir. You are not.”

Useless words, but he asked for them anyway. Dohyeon moved on, Yoon trailing him, summoning the elevator and signaling the staff at the desk that their superior would drive himself tonight.

“Why aren’t you married, Manager Yoon, if only to be of no help to me now?”

“…I apologize. Even if I were married, I doubt I could be of use in this matter.”

“So you’re saying this is something only I could ever face.”

“…Forgive me, sir.”

Today, Dohyeon was harder to placate than usual. Yoon bowed deeply, silently begging for the elevator to arrive. The moment the chime rang, he straightened.

“Please, step inside.”

“Very well.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.”

At the farewell, Dohyeon turned his head sharply, his displeasure plain. And throughout the ride down to the first floor, he thought only of Igyeol’s pregnancy, seriously entertaining—for the first time—the possibility that it all might have been his own misunderstanding.