Chapter 100
Ye Jun
I tried to shove him off, hands pushing at his chest, legs kicking under him. "Get the fuck off me, Si Woo! I said no earlier and I mean it this isn’t funny anymore!" My voice came out higher than I wanted, sarcastic edge cracking because yeah, part of me was still riding that defiant high but another part was starting to panic at how red his eyes stayed, how his grip on my neck felt possessive in all the wrong ways. My stomach flipped, not the good kind, more like that sick twist when you know you pushed too far but can’t stop the words from spilling anyway.
He didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t. He grabbed my wrists fast, using the same ripped ties and the belt I’d used on him earlier, looping them around my hands and yanking them up to the headboard. I bucked and twisted, swearing the whole time. "You asshole, untie me! This isn’t cute you’re being a jealous psycho again!" But he was stronger, always had been, and in seconds my hands were secured, then he moved down and did the same to my ankles, spreading my legs a bit and tying them to the foot of the bed so I was stuck there, still half-wet from the shower, Ohm’s stupid sweatpants riding low on my hips. The fabric dug in, not super painful but enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere, and that made my chest tighten in a way that wasn’t just anger anymore.
"Si Woo, seriously, stop...
dad could walk back in any second!" I snapped, yanking at the restraints, the fabric digging into my skin. Humor tried to bubble up because this whole thing was ridiculous me tied up in my own room after trying to tie him but it came out as bitter sarcasm instead. "What, you gonna prove you’re better by copying homework? Pathetic. You look like a kid throwing a tantrum because someone else played with your toy."
He ignored the jab and leaned in, trying so hard to do the gentle thing I’d described. His lips brushed my neck soft at first, little kisses that were supposed to be cute, his voice dropping into this forced calm whisper. "Like this? Soft enough for you, baby? Tell me if it’s too much." He kissed lower, tongue flicking light over my collarbone, hands stroking my sides in slow circles that were clearly him trying to mimic the patient shit. "You’re cute when you squirm, Ye Jun. So cute. Want me to keep going?"
It felt wrong. All of it. His touches were too deliberate, like he was acting out a script and hating every second. The softness didn’t land warm it felt fake, forced, nothing like the real easy way Ohm had made my chest go light without even trying hard. I twisted my head away, laughing but it came out shaky and mean. "This isn’t working, idiot. You look like you’re about to puke from how hard you’re trying to be ’nice.’ Just stop already. You’re embarrassing yourself more than me right now."
Si Woo’s jaw clenched, red eyes flashing, but he kept at it, kissing down my chest with these careful little pecks, hands sliding under the sweatpants super slow, wrapping around me gentle and stroking with light twists. "See? I can do it too. Slowly . Asking. ’You good?’" He even tried the cutesy tone, voice going all soft and encouraging, thumb rubbing in tiny circles while he kissed my stomach. "Come on, relax for me. You’re doing so good. Just like that, yeah?"
I didn’t feel shit. Not the good kind anyway. My body stayed tense, heart racing from anger more than anything, that warm spark completely missing. It was just skin on skin with the wrong person pretending, and the longer he kept up the act the more it grated, like nails on a chalkboard but inside my head. "Yeah, no. This feels like a bad copy-paste. You suck at being gentle, Si Woo. Stick to what you know before you make me laugh for real and ruin the whole mood you’re failing at."
That pissed him off enough that the act cracked. His hands tightened suddenly, grip turning rough as he yanked the sweatpants down properly, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks I’d probably feel tomorrow. The switch flipped fast he stopped the soft kisses and started sucking marks onto my neck, teeth scraping, hand pumping me firmer, faster, the way he always did when he stopped pretending. No more asking. Just taking. His free hand shoved between my legs, fingers pressing and circling rough, and fuck, my body betrayed me there. The familiar roughness hit differently after fighting it, building quickly and dirty in that messy way that made my breath catch even when I didn’t want it to.
I bit my lip hard, trying not to make noise, but a choked sound slipped out anyway. Si Woo noticed, of course he did, and his laugh came out low and rough against my ear. "There you go. See how fast you stop complaining when I do it right? Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mouth won’t admit it."
"Shut up," I muttered, yanking at the ties again because my wrists were starting to ache and my face felt hot from the mix of everything crashing together. Anger, that stupid leftover want from old habits, and this new sharp regret about opening my big mouth in the first place. "You’re not proving anything except that you can’t handle hearing someone else treated me better. Pathetic, really. Big bad alpha reduced to copying notes."
He didn’t answer with words this time. Just kept going, mouth moving rougher down my chest, hand working me steady and firm until the pressure built too much to ignore. My hips twitched without me telling them to, and when I finally came it hit suddenly and messy, spilling over his fingers while I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to pretend it didn’t feel like losing all over again.
Si Woo pulled back just enough to look at me, breathing heavy, red eyes still glowing but with this smug edge now that made my stomach drop. He wiped his hand on the sheets like it was nothing and leaned close, voice low and satisfied. "There it is. See? You came. Accept the truth, Ye Jun. You’re meant to be handled rough like this. Gentle shit doesn’t do it for you. And your ass... still so fucking tight. Means that Ohm prick did little to nothing. He barely touched you. You’re meant to be fucked raw by your stepbrother. By me. Always me."
The words hit like a slap. Stepbrother. Raw. Tight. Everything I’d been lying about came crashing back in the worst way, and the embarrassment flooded me so hard I wanted to die right there on the spot. My face burned hotter than it ever had, eyes stinging because yeah, I’d pushed and pushed with all that sarcastic bullshit about Ohm’s gentle hands and patient kisses, and now here I was tied up, covered in his marks again, coming from the roughness I swore I was done with. My dad’s proud grin from earlier in the kitchen flashed in my head, that warm "I’m proud of you, kid" feeling turning sour because if he walked in now he’d see exactly what a mess I still was. And Ohm... god, Ohm with his stupid oversized sweatpants I was still half-wearing and the way he’d made everything feel light and possible probably texting something normal right now while I was here proving Si Woo’s point without meaning to.
I turned my face into the pillow, voice muffled and cracking with that mix of sarcasm and the kind of sad that makes your throat close up after laughing too hard at your own mess. "Fuck you... just fuck you for saying that out loud."