Divorce Contract C33

Chapter 33

※ This chapter contains depictions of coercive sexual activity. Please read with caution(I literally cried).

Seo Dohyeon roughly seized the crying Go Igyeol from the living room, yanked him upright, and shoved him into the bedroom. With a contemptuous look, he made it clear what Igyeol was expected to do, then closed the door.

Dragged into the bedroom, Igyeol glanced around. Nothing had changed in the month since he had fled. The bed sheets were the very same as when he left, neither cleaned nor used. Sniffling, his face red and raw from rubbing, he moved his feet forward hesitantly.

Even the pajamas draped over the vanity chair remained untouched. The bathroom bore no sign of use either. Igyeol wiped at his eyes with a lost expression, puzzled by the state of the room, then undressed.

He tossed the worn scraps of fabric into the laundry basket and stared at himself in the mirror. In just a few days, his body had withered pathetically, his belly jutting out strangely. All he had wanted was to protect the baby, but his actions had only convinced Seo Dohyeon of the worst.

“Hhh… hhuu…”

What should I do? He felt utterly helpless. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t find a way to undo the misunderstanding. How had Dohyeon come to think such a thing? Trembling hands reached out to turn on the warm water. Even when hot water poured instantly over his body, his tension did not ease.

As he washed, he dwelled on why Seo Dohyeon had said those words. Every misunderstanding needed a cause. But he had done nothing—he hadn’t even met anyone new, let alone gone out to see someone. How could Dohyeon have leapt to such a baseless conclusion?

After a long time beneath the steaming water, Igyeol shut it off. Would he give me the chance to explain? Would he even listen? Pushing his dripping hair back from his forehead, Igyeol heard footsteps outside. He hurriedly dabbed himself with a towel and tugged on the pajamas from the chair. Could he manage to speak without breaking down into tears?

He pulled the hem of the pajamas down and stepped out of the bathroom. Passing through the dressing room, he entered the bedroom, where Seo Dohyeon sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, adjusting the lights. At the sound of Igyeol’s steps, Dohyeon briefly turned his head, then set the lights to their brightest. Igyeol’s skin, flushed from the hot water, glowed pink.

“Seo Dohyeon, I…”

“Come here.”

“…What?”

At his command, Igyeol faltered, edging closer. When he tried to sit beside him, Dohyeon caught his wrist and guided him naturally to the floor instead. The wrist was so slender it felt like it might snap, yet warm to the touch, soft against his palm. Looking down at him, caged between his legs, Dohyeon met Igyeol’s eyes, which brimmed with desperate intensity.

“Seo Dohyeon, I have something to say.”

“I don’t particularly want to hear it.”

Tilting Igyeol’s chin, Dohyeon turned his face side to side before cupping his cheek, now hollowed where once it had been plump like a peach. The warmth of that touch gave Igyeol courage, and he timidly held Dohyeon’s wrist.

“It’s a misunderstanding. I really—”

“Ah.”

“…What?”

“Open your mouth. You need to take your pheromone supplement. Weren’t you on your way to the hospital to get a prescription? Forgot already?”

He slipped a white pill through the small gap of Igyeol’s lips and tilted a glass to pour tepid water inside. The supplement dissolved and slid down his throat. Igyeol coughed, startled, and wiped his lips.

“…Why…?”

“Take them regularly until you give birth. I have no intention of giving you my pheromones.”

The smooth lips that had just touched his spoke words like a thunderclap. Igyeol stared in shock as Dohyeon, with a face devoid of emotion, stripped off his pajamas.

“Seo Dohyeon, wait—please wait—!”

“I already told you, you’re filthy. And I’m desperate.”

Dohyeon dragged his struggling body forward, yanking his head with brutal force. When Igyeol flinched at the bulging hardness between Dohyeon’s thighs, he tried to wriggle free, but Dohyeon’s fingers clawed into his damp hair and held fast.

“Ahhk—!”

“See? I’m holding myself back.”

“……”

“You know I’m obsessive about cleanliness. I never use what others have used. But I’m putting all that aside to fuck you—even though you’re carrying someone else’s brat. So cooperate. Don’t make me hit you.”

Polite words laced with obscenity left Igyeol trembling. His tear-filled eyes lifted to Dohyeon.

“The baby—it’s yours. I only hid it because of our contract—”

“Again with that nonsense.”

The frantic truth tumbled out, but to Dohyeon it sounded like a desperate lie to escape. Glancing at Igyeol’s still hands, he pulled down his own trousers and underwear. His hardened length sprang free. Igyeol recoiled instinctively, but Dohyeon yanked him back down.

“Suck.”

“Seo Dohyeon, it’s true! I only hid it because I thought you’d—”

He pushed his cock into Igyeol’s mouth, silencing him. Choking sounds erupted as Dohyeon forced past his half-open throat, pinning him in place with a knee and shoving his head down harder.

Igyeol’s thin back heaved under the strain, but Dohyeon only grew more aroused. The sight of his swollen belly did nothing to diminish his arousal—if anything, the month-long absence had made him crave him all the more.

“Slurp… nghhh—!”

“Deeper. Take it deeper.”

Tears streamed relentlessly from Igyeol’s wide eyes. Every time his teeth grazed the shaft, Dohyeon pressed his head down harder, forcing his lips tight around it. His mouth, too small to ever take even half, was now made to swallow nearly to the base. His throat clenched around it, gagging.

“Haaah.”

As Igyeol nearly suffocated, Dohyeon finally eased his grip.

“Cough—khek—hhhuu…!”

His cock gleamed wetly as it slipped from Igyeol’s mouth, a thread of saliva stretching between them. Dohyeon’s eyes glinted dangerously at the sight. Igyeol, gasping for breath, instinctively tried to retreat.

“Go Igyeol.”

“…No—it’s not like that, please—!”

The soft call of his name, the gentle brush of fingers tucking his damp hair back, only deepened Igyeol’s fear.

“Say whatever you want after we fuck. Understood?”

“……”

“If you don’t just lie there like a dead weight, maybe I’ll listen. But things won’t ever be like they were.”

The forced entry had torn his lips, blood beading at the corners. His tearful expression looked so pitiful that Dohyeon might almost have believed it—but he refused to.

“Put it back in your mouth.”

“……”

“I said I’ll hear you after sex.”

He trembled, arms wrapped protectively around his belly. His body, drenched and soiled, quivered as he struggled not to lose consciousness.

“Hhh… haa… it hurts…”

“Spread your legs properly.”

“Please—it hurts—it hurts so much—”

Dohyeon thrust ruthlessly, ignoring the blood and semen spilling together from the torn opening. Igyeol’s body jolted, his shoulders shaking violently. Dohyeon pried his thighs wider and drove in to the base, each thrust jarring his lowered womb.

Even when he angled for his prostate, Igyeol only twisted in pain. His sobs deepened. Dohyeon pounded harder, watching the limp cock between Igyeol’s legs show no trace of arousal.

At last, he flipped their positions, dragging Igyeol into his lap. Desperate, Igyeol tried to end it with shallow movements, bouncing weakly while cradling his belly. To Dohyeon, the sight was pathetic.

“Without a condom, I can feel you so much better.”

“Please—it hurts—it hurts—”

He yanked Igyeol down hard, burying himself to the root. Covering Igyeol’s mouth to stifle his cries, he whispered against his ear:

“I’m going to knot inside you. Stay conscious.”

“Mmphhh—!”

“You said you had something to tell me, didn’t you.”

He had never once knotted Igyeol while sitting upright, knowing it would be unbearably painful. But tonight was different. He thrust deep, swelling his knot inside him. Without pheromones, the agony was unbearable.

“Mmmm—hhhhh—!”

Igyeol’s body shook uncontrollably. His belly pressed against Dohyeon’s hardened abs, his face contorted in pain. At last, his trembling body gave out, and he lost consciousness.