When he opened his eyes, he was staring up at a ceiling impossibly high above him.
Only then did Yeonwoo realize he had collapsed—he was lying flat on the ground.
But that was as far as his thoughts could go. He couldn’t think. All he could do was pant where he lay, struggling to breathe. Through his unfocused vision, he saw them. More precisely, the tangled mass of them.
The place was chaos. They cried out in alternating moans and screams, consumed by lust, but to Yeonwoo, it looked like a war zone. Everywhere, alphas were thrusting themselves into omegas—some shoving their cocks into multiple holes of a single omega, some surrounded by women and omegas licking, stroking, groping them. Alphas and omegas bound up in clusters, sucking, grinding, fingering, penetrating—every variation imaginable, and some unimaginable.
Only then did he realize the true nature of this “party.”
An orgy pit for apex alphas.
A place designed for unrestrained pheromone release and total degradation.
Through the haze, he saw a man gulping from a champagne bottle. One of the invited apex alphas—completely nude, just like all the others. He drank from above while gripping the head of an omega whose mind had clearly snapped under the weight of pheromones, forcing their mouth around his cock.
Yeonwoo still had a sliver of rational thought left, and the sight filled him with nausea. What the hell are they making him swallow? The mere thought was sickening. When he saw the omega’s throat convulse around the hard shaft, he couldn’t take it anymore and squeezed his eyes shut.
But closing his eyes didn’t change the situation. That was all he could do.
It was already too late. Through the narrowing tunnel of his vision, the man drinking champagne turned—and unfortunately, saw him.
Yeonwoo could just barely register the man speaking, though maybe it wasn’t even words. Everything was blurring. What he knew for sure was that this situation had just become dangerous.
He forced his body upright. The man was approaching. He wasn’t in a hurry, but of course, why would he be? Who would rush after someone in Yeonwoo’s condition?
He couldn’t stand. He managed to sit up in a half-crouch and scrambled backward. He had to get back in the elevator. Reaching behind himself, he fumbled for the wall. He needed to press the button—but under the weight of that man’s gaze, his body refused to move properly.
The pheromones flooding the air were suffocating. As his mind reeled, he finally understood why these men had chosen the basement pool. A wide, enclosed space, perfect for flooding with pheromones—enough to drive any omega out of their mind. Around him, omegas were already masturbating, crawling on the floor, utterly lost to the scent.
If he hadn’t taken his suppressants in advance, he would’ve joined them long ago.
But that didn’t mean he was safe. He was barely hanging onto consciousness. His instincts were already screaming that the limit was near.
…!
He suddenly realized that he’d blacked out again. No! Not now! Get it together!
Desperately, Yeonwoo forced his hand to move and searched for the button. He felt something, pressed it—it sank in. Behind him, he thought he could feel the faint vibration of the machine starting to move.
The man was almost upon him. Yeonwoo staggered to his feet, bracing himself against the wall, keeping his eyes locked on the approaching figure. If he looked away, he’d be done. Like squaring off with a wild animal, he kept his gaze steady.
He saw the man reach out. The moment a hand clamped down on his shoulder, a jolt of fear tore through him.
Haa, haa…
Yeonwoo forced himself to keep breathing and looked up. The man was staring down with narrow eyes.
“You’re Keith’s secretary, right?”
The voice echoed, like it came from inside a tunnel. Maybe his ears were failing. Yeonwoo tried to maintain composure.
“Yes. Is… is there something you need?”
His own voice sounded like it came from far away. None of it felt real. He forced a smile—tried to look unfazed.
The man didn’t respond. He leaned in and pressed his nose to the side of Yeonwoo’s neck. Sniffed deeply. The cold brush of skin against his throat sent a chill down his spine. Then, right beside his ear, the man murmured:
“You’re an omega.”
With that low voice, the man tightened his grip on Yeonwoo’s shoulder—and shoved him down.
Yeonwoo hit the floor with a dull thud. He heard the sound more than he felt it. His vision swam, and when he blinked up, the man’s erection was directly in front of his eyes.
“What are you doing, over there?”
Another male voice. Also naked. Also an apex alpha. This was bad. They were gathering. He was surrounded.
“So it’s true. Keith’s secretary is really an omega.”
A mocking tone sounded above him. Another voice joined in.
“That’s the guy I saw at the entrance, right? That’s him?”
“Keith kept saying he doesn’t sleep with men, even if they’re omegas. What bullshit.”
Laughter followed.
“Of course it’s bullshit. Look at his face—it screams rent-boy.”
Yeonwoo froze. A bad feeling rose in his gut. The men looked down on him, smirking, tossing lewd remarks back and forth.
“I was already turned on when I saw him earlier.”
“He came here, didn’t he? That means he wanted it too.”
“Omegas are just like that—it’s in their nature.”
“But is it okay? Isn’t that Keith’s hole?”
Someone sounded mildly concerned, but another voice cut in, scoffing.
“Keith brought another woman tonight, remember? And he’s always ranting about how he doesn’t do men. He won’t say a word.”
“Exactly! Haha!”
The men circled him, clapping and laughing.
Haa, haa…
The stench of pheromones and rising terror blurred Yeonwoo’s vision. He had to get out. That was the only thought left. He trembled, crawling across the floor. Was the elevator still not here? Even if it was—could he run?
Could he really keep resisting this pheromone fog…?
Just as that doubt crept in, someone grabbed him by the collar and hurled him aside.
His body slammed into a wall and crumpled to the floor.
“Gkk…! Cough, cough—!”
He choked reflexively, his whole body shaking. Laughter echoed above him.
“Where do you think you’re going? Just sit tight—we’ll decide who goes first.”
Voices protested immediately.
“Wait, are you serious? You’re gonna make us wait while you go first?”
“There’s no way we’re all getting in at once.”
“Why not?”
Someone giggled.
“I’ve done three at once before.”
“Whoa.”
“Seriously? I’ve done two, but three?”
As gasps followed, the man replied proudly,
“You can fit an arm, so why not three dicks?”
“That’s disgusting. The omega who took that must’ve been something else.”
“You kidding? Of course he died.”
They all roared with laughter, as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
Yeonwoo thought they were insane. Drunk on their own pheromones. Their brains were broken. How else could they laugh while saying things like that? To them, it was casual. Like chatting about the weather.
“Anyway, this is Keith’s secretary. We can’t kill him, so let’s keep it mild. How about three at a time? Two below, one up top.”
“Not bad.”
Through their cheerful talk, a rough voice suddenly interrupted.
“The fuck is this, a summit meeting? You guys sort your turns however you want. I’m starting.”
The man stepped toward him, naked and ready. Yeonwoo stared in horror.
Their earlier conversation whirled in his mind. It pulled something up from inside him he hadn’t known was there.
If I stay here, I’ll die.
Even if not literally, it would come close. And he had no intention of letting that happen.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”
Someone laughed as Yeonwoo staggered to his feet and bolted, stumbling forward. They laughed harder, but none chased him. They just hooted and whistled.
“Careful, you’ll trip.”
“Ken, what are you doing? Just fuck him.”
“Run, hurry! Keep running!”
The laughter and clapping blurred his thoughts. To them, it was a game. But to Yeonwoo, it was life or death. He caught a glimpse of an omega being beaten bloody while being raped—and the fear stabbed even deeper.
He finally reached the elevator.
He slammed the button over and over.
The numbers flicked—almost there. Just a bit more. Just hold on a little longer.
“…Aagh!!”
Suddenly, someone yanked his hair back, and Yeonwoo screamed. The man slammed him to the floor without mercy, tore off his jacket, then grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it. The fabric shredded with a sharp sound. There wasn’t even time to cover himself or resist.
Several hands came at him all at once—grabbing his arms, clamping down over his mouth. He thrashed with all his strength, kicking out, but it was useless. They pinned him down from every side, completely immobilizing him.
His mouth was sealed so tightly he couldn’t even moan. All he could do was suck in rough, ragged breaths through his nose—and with it came the raw, sticky stench of concentrated pheromones, unfiltered, surging into him.
And that was all it took. Just being restrained, with pheromones flooding his system, made him lose all will to fight. His last shred of reason vanished. His vision blurred.
He could feel the pressure pinning him down start to ease. They no longer needed to physically restrain him—there was no need.
Limbs slack, Yeonwoo stared up blankly at the alphas surrounding him. He felt someone tug at his pants. A chill touched his bare backside, and he realized faintly that he was naked. Even that cold sensation soon faded into numbness.
Someone yanked his hair again, pulling him up. He felt the dull tug on his scalp, but nothing more. One of them forced him onto all fours like a dog and brought something to his mouth. It wasn’t until it touched his lips that he realized it was a penis. A bitter taste brushed his tongue and he instinctively tried to pull away. But his hair was gripped too tightly—he could only press his lips together and shake his head weakly.
“This little fuck—”
When he wouldn’t open his mouth, the man cursed and slapped him hard across the face. The world flashed white. Just for a second, the impact brought him back to his senses. Then the man shoved his cock at his lips again. When Yeonwoo was forced to open up, it rammed straight into the back of his throat.
“—ngh, mmf.”
A wave of nausea surged up, but he couldn’t vomit. He struggled to push it out with all his might, but it only seemed to excite the man more. As the man groaned, someone else gripped Yeonwoo’s hips from behind. Startled, Yeonwoo instinctively bared his teeth.
“—AAAAAAAGH!”
A scream—raw and bloodcurdling—echoed through the room. The mood shattered. He could feel them panicking—cursing, stumbling back in confusion. But Yeonwoo knew instinctively: this was his chance.
The man tried to tear himself away, but Yeonwoo clamped down and didn’t let go. Something warm spilled across his lips. It wasn’t semen.
“Stop—stop, Yeonwoo!”
Someone screamed his name. The voice kept shouting.
“I said stop! You're going to rip it—fuck, Ken!”
When he was finally torn off, the man—Ken—was soaked in blood from the waist down, his eyes rolled halfway back, barely conscious.
Hooo…
A long drag of cigarette smoke floated through the air, straight as a line, before dispersing into nothing. Yeonwoo stared at it with vacant eyes. The suffocating wall of pheromones had dissipated. There was still a faint scent clinging to the room, but it was negligible now.
Wrapped in a blanket, he sat on the bed, unmoving. Across the room, not far away, Keith sat in a chair smoking. He couldn’t tell what Keith was thinking. Yeonwoo’s own mind felt just as empty.
“…Why did you do it?”
It was the first thing Keith said in a long time. Yeonwoo blinked slowly. Keith looked irritated. Maybe that was understandable—the party had gone to hell. Or maybe he’d just been interrupted mid-fuck and was horny and pissed off. Could be both. Detached, Yeonwoo’s mind chased the thoughts around in lazy circles. Keith ran a hand through his hair, visibly annoyed.
“I don’t get why everything went to shit. I’m disappointed in you, Yeonwoo. I thought you were a good secretary—flawless when it came to your work.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Yeonwoo forced the apology out. The tremors came late. He looked down—his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He tucked them into the blanket, licked his dry lips, and muttered:
“I didn’t expect something like that… I should have been more careful…”
Huff—another long stream of smoke left Keith’s lips.
“What the hell happened?”
Surely he knew the answer. Why was he even asking that? Was he trying to hear Yeonwoo’s side?
It was the first time Yeonwoo had ever felt something like concern from him. His throat tightened. He almost cried—but he held it back, and started to speak.
“You could’ve just sucked him off and let him have his way. Why go that far? What the hell were you thinking? Did you take something?”
The words hit like a slap.
Yeonwoo froze, mouth open, stunned. Keith didn’t stop.
“You went completely overboard over nothing. Ken’s dick is half gone—he almost lost it permanently. He’s going to need serious treatment. I just don’t understand what you were thinking.”
Yeonwoo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was this a dream? A hallucination?
What the hell is Keith saying to me right now?
“He… hit me.”
Yeonwoo’s voice barely came out. It shook, but he couldn’t control that.
“He beat me. He tried to rape me. So I—I was forced to—he…”
“And?”
Keith cut him off, voice sharp. Yeonwoo faltered again. Keith continued without mercy.
“So what? That’s not even a big deal. Omegas always act like they don’t want it, but once you put it in, they’re clinging like whores. Why are you pretending to be any different? I thought you, at least, were honest. I can’t believe you’d disappoint me like this. I’m speechless.”
Keith shook his head. Yeonwoo stared at him, mind going blank. His eyes burned, but he bit down on his lip and swallowed it. His clenched fists shook—but now it was for a different reason.
Haa…
He tipped his head back. The tears didn’t fall. He steadied his breathing. This was who Keith really was. He had no right to feel disappointed. He shouldn’t have expected anything.
Keith hadn’t even told him what the party was. Whatever happened to Yeonwoo—that was his own problem to handle.
To Keith, a “good secretary” meant exactly that.
And Yeonwoo… had spent his entire time working to make sure Keith never felt even the slightest inconvenience. Solving problems, managing chaos behind the scenes, always keeping things neat and polished on the surface—so Keith never saw the filth backstage.
And this was the result.
Everything he’d worked for meant nothing. One slip—and Keith was accusing him.
Why do I have to be the one who sees what’s behind the curtain?
Keith exhaled and said,
“Anyway, I’ll cover the medical costs. You go to the hospital and apologize to Ken—”
“I resign.”
Keith froze mid-movement, the cigarette still at his lips. He turned his eyes toward Yeonwoo. Yeonwoo’s voice was flat, professional.
“I apologize for ruining the party. Since the compensation is being handled by you, I can leave without regret.”
Keith said nothing. Just stared at him. Yeonwoo had never seen that expression on his face before. Normally, he would’ve laughed—but now, he felt nothing.
He stood, staggering, pulled his legs over the side of the bed.
“Thank you for everything. Goodbye.”
Out of habit, he bowed.
Then he left the cabin.
He only realized he was barefoot when his feet touched the cold hallway floor. Keith didn’t stop him. As he walked unsteadily down the corridor, Yeonwoo wondered vaguely if Keith was still sitting there with that expression on his face.
It didn’t matter. Not anymore.