Dirty Switch

Joo Taehyun deliberately spoke cruelly, even though he knew full well that if he ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) was in his right mind, he’d be hurt by it. Because right now, this wasn’t sex—it was something closer to unavoidable treatment. And he needed to remind both himself and Seo Baekhan of that fact.
“Y-Yeah. I know.”

But for some reason, Joo Taehyun’s voice was hazy, like he was dreaming. The faint resistance he’d shown moments ago had vanished, as if it had never existed.
“I… I’m sorry, and th-thank—ah! Thank you, ngh!”
Even as he swallowed back odd noises that weren’t quite moans or screams—likely struggling with the now much deeper penetration—Joo Taehyun somehow managed to mumble those words.

Though still clumsy, Joo Taehyun tightened his ass around Seo Baekhan’s cock in rhythm, all while diligently rubbing his own swollen, knotted cock against the pillow beneath him. Several times, he instinctively tried to buck his hips violently, only to stop himself at the last second—probably remembering Baekhan’s earlier instructions.
Now that he looked closer, Seo Baekhan realized that the colder he drew the lines, the more relieved Joo Taehyun seemed to become. Even when he scolded him harshly, to the point of feeling embarrassed, the younger man only nodded as if he were used to it, and the tears would stop.
At this point, Baekhan found himself curious. What kind of twisted hallucinations had Joo Taehyun seen every time he took Dirty Switch? Just what kind of depravity had he imagined Baekhan committing that made him feel safer the crueler Baekhan acted?

Well, judging from his reactions earlier, it was clear that some version of “Why the hell should I fuck you, a man?” had been imprinted into him. Even now, Taehyun would immediately settle down whenever he heard something along those lines—as if it had happened more than a few times.
Only a few minutes ago, he was whispering “sorry” and “thank you” nonstop. Now, he’d grown eerily quiet. Had he been scolded by hallucinated-Baekhan again? Told to shut up, or to stop making him repeat himself? Something like that?
Even though he’d built a hallucination that closely mirrored his real-world personality, Baekhan still found it disturbingly unpleasant. And if Taehyun had been imagining Baekhan acting sweet and boyfriend-like, that would’ve been its own brand of repulsive.

“Still, it’s strange. We’ve gotten... haah... a lot closer than before, haven’t we? So why do you only ever imagine it going that way?”
“Hnngh, ah!”
“Or is that just your taste? You like it when I—when I treat you, huuuh, like shit?”

“Hngh—Hyung, s-stop, stop, please!”
As Baekhan kept pounding deep into his inner walls, Joo Taehyun began to tremble violently. His raised ass clenched up tight with tension, and the muscles stretched from the nape of his neck down his back tensed and rose in stark relief. It was a clear reaction—so intense that even someone like Seo Baekhan, who’d never slept with another man or Alpha before, could easily read it.
“Hngh—hah, Baekhan, aah! Haaaah!”

“Joo Tae... Hyun… you damn—hah—tight... ngh…”
His ass clenched around the cock buried inside him like it was about to snap it in two. But it didn’t seem like something he could control. Even when Baekhan gave his butt a few light slaps to tell him to loosen up, it did nothing. He was clenching so hard that the veins from his jaw to his neck looked like they were going to burst.
“S-Something's… ngh… wrong!”

Every time his soaked inner walls contracted and released, Baekhan felt like his cock was being sucked even deeper inside.
In a way, maybe it was fortunate. If he’d rammed in harder, more carelessly, he might’ve really broken something. After all, Joo Taehyun wasn’t an Omega or a woman—his body wouldn’t be able to withstand a real pounding. Baekhan didn’t want to ruin his legal spouse, especially not here in the palace. He really was trying his best.
“Hyung, I-it’s… please… stop… ngh!”
“Haah…”

He gritted his teeth and slammed in just a few more times, barely holding his instincts back from boiling over. Finally, Seo Baekhan came inside Joo Taehyun.
Baekhan swept back his sweat-drenched bangs, then closed his eyes for a long moment before slowly opening them again.
He hadn’t slept with anyone since the marriage talks had started, so it had been a while. The heat that surged up through his body was so intense, he briefly forgot who he was even doing it with.

He’d reached his goal—he’d fucked him, and he’d come—but instead of feeling relieved, he felt disgusting. It was the first time he’d ever pushed his cock that deep into someone, and yet, he didn’t want to call what happened sex. It was more like a raw, base discharge. He couldn’t remember the last time something left such a filthy aftertaste.
“Joo Taehyun.”
At some point, he reached out and cupped the back of Taehyun’s limp neck with one palm. His heart was still pounding hard. Baekhan stretched his hand upward to feel Taehyun’s jawline. He was still breathing fine.

Had he really passed out this time? Baekhan hesitated for a while, then slid his hand down to Taehyun’s lower abdomen. He had absolutely no desire to touch another man’s cock—but he needed to check if the knot had released.
“Nngh…”
As soon as he was touched, Joo Taehyun whimpered softly and arched his back. His cock, still large and thick, was hard—but not knotted. Still, like a broken faucet, it was leaking steadily. Baekhan’s hand ended up soaked in Taehyun’s cum.

“…Hah.”
Baekhan flicked the wet hand dry and wiped his clean hand over his face a few times. Whatever. As long as he wasn’t in some kind of physical shock like earlier, it was fine.
But still, Baekhan had no idea why Taehyun’s pheromones didn’t feel so aggressive. The concentration was definitely strong—he’d nearly choked from the lingering traces in the house and parking lot since last Friday.

Even so, they didn’t inspire the same visceral aversion that Prince Yi Hwang had described. It was just… mildly irritating, like wearing a rough turtleneck. Noticeable, sure, but manageable.
And that thing Yi Hwang said—how the scent felt Omega-like, maybe even heat-like… Baekhan had no clue what he meant. He did detect something unfamiliar, but it didn’t seem drastically different from Taehyun’s usual pheromones. He couldn’t be sure.
Not just an Omega, but like one in heat, he’d said. So what the hell was it? What was Baekhan missing?

As he slowly pulled out, lost in thought, Joo Taehyun whimpered like a wounded puppy.
Thanks to the pounding, Taehyun’s exposed hips and thighs were marked all over with swollen, reddish stripes. Like a criminal who’d just been flogged.
“…Yes, Secretary Choi. It’s me.”

Baekhan’s gaze lingered for a long time on the phone he retrieved from the jacket pocket.
He’d never been interested in leaving marks on someone. That included hitting, breath control—any of it. It wasn’t that he lacked the desire to dominate a partner, but sadism and violent sex weren’t synonymous with that urge.
“Could you call Taehyun’s primary physician? If a helicopter can be arranged, I’d appreciate it.”

Still, maybe it was because this had been so different from anything he’d ever done before—but that rough, urgent encounter had left something unsettled in Baekhan’s chest.
It wasn’t good, not by any means. Like he’d said to himself—it felt more like taking a shit than having sex. The aftertaste was bitter and foul. But strangely, looking at Taehyun’s flushed, exposed skin didn’t make him recoil in disgust like he’d always imagined it would.
Unlike usual, when he always drew conclusions quickly and clearly, Baekhan couldn’t seem to get a handle on what he was feeling.

“…Yes. His condition is pretty bad. I think it’s some kind of pheromone anomaly. No, I don’t think we need a lawyer. Just Dr. Woo, please. Yes.”
One thing was certain: this situation was interesting. But whether that was in a good way or a bad way—he still wasn’t sure.
“Three hours? Hmm.”

He glanced over at Taehyun, still collapsed face-down, and threw his phone aside as he peeled off his shirt.
“No, that’s fine. It should be enough.”
Well… there’s plenty of time. He could figure it out slowly.

***
“Young master.”
Joo Taehyun didn’t move an inch, forehead still buried against his raised knee. The damn pheromone scent was so strong that even Baekhan could smell it clearly now. How overwhelming must it have been earlier?

“Aigoo, what’s wrong with our baby young master? I’m the one who knows exactly when you had your first wet dream—what’s there to be embarrassed about? Even that cursed Seo, no, Director Seo isn’t here right now.”
He felt a bit guilty and awkward about summoning Dr. Woo—older than even his eldest brother—all the way from Seoul to Pyongyang at this hour. But he wasn’t in the mood to discuss his condition with anyone else.
“Mm. If speaking is too hard, you can just nod or shake your head.”

“…”
“Young master, have you ever heard of unilateral imprinting?”