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Fuck or die. It was a concept in writing that Kim Dokja knew about, popular amongst dark romance readers. He never particularly touched those novels, but he knew about it.
The problem with knowing about it is knowing exactly what it entails. Well, it was obvious from the name to start, but to be faced with one of these inexplicitly within a scenario of the apocalypse... things were different. It's not as simple as being trapped in a room and being forced to have sexual intercourse to leave. It's that and more. Knowing, again, how awful the scenarios already are without sexual implications, this one would be acute to the fantasies of a porn star.
At least, when trapped here, the room did not look like a suspicious love hotel with chains glued to the wall or something. It gave Kim Dokja some sort of sincerity that whoever he had to fuck—or get fucked by, wasn't a horny sadistic monster.
He stared at the person opposite from him, leaning against the wall. Well, the monster part was still true. He just didn't know how to accept reality twice. One, that he got to meet a webnovel character who he had been following along in his story for 13 years, and two, that this said character was in the same situation as him. A very strange and perverse fuck or die situation. It would be correct to assume now, humiliatingly, that Kim Dokja wanted to dig a hole and die in it.
"Kim Dokja." The man spoke, his eyes sharp and probably itching to kill him right now. Not if the reader did first. "What's the plan?"
"Plan?" He scoffed. How in the world would this bastard expect Kim Dokja to have a plan already in this sexual pit of shame scenario? "Yoo Joonghyuk. Let me tell you this."
The regressor's head shifted slightly. He was listening.
"I don't have a plan."
He checked the scenario again.
<Hidden Scenario: Romantic Tension>
[Category: Hidden]
[Difficulty: S]
[Clear Condition: Engage in sexual intercourse with the other incarnation.]
[Time Limit: —]
[Reward: Companionship, 300,000 coins]
[Penalty for Failure: Death]
It may seem like it's only sex on the surface, but there was really more underneath the mask of this sick scenario. How could Kim Dokja have a plan if this was the only way out? The two would be trapped in this bedroom forever if they didn't do anything, no freedom to be seen. The only sign of an exit was a singular door located on the right side of the room, which exited to a bathroom. There was no escape door, it was an illusion of one before they actually checked.
And so they silently agreed on looking around some more, hoping there would be a shred of clues that could direct them toward an ending that did not involve sex. Kim Dokja did not know how he felt about doing that with Yoo Joonghyuk of all people—of all characters.
However, it seems as if the constellation sponsoring this scenario was unhappy with the pace—which Kim Dokja could have rendered as a slow burn if he wanted to give their situation personality—so the scenario conditions began to change. Along with something else. The reader looked, aghast, at the new words that appeared. He turned to Yoo Joonghyuk in terror, then back to the interface.
...Then back to Yoo Joonghyuk.
He decided his life would end today.
<Hidden Scenario: Romantic Tension>
[Category: Hidden]
[Difficulty: S]
[Clear Condition: Engage in sexual intercourse with the other incarnation. Both incarnations will be given a penalty for excessive time wasted, including separate effects on both: incarnation 'Kim Dokja' will endure the heat of an omega, and incarnation 'Yoo Joonghyuk' will endure the rut of an alpha. Increased time loss will lead to more penalties.]
[Time Limit: —]
[Reward: Companionship, 300,000 coins]
[Penalty for Failure: Death]
This was the catch. The scenario had officially become an omegaverse plot. And hold on—why was Kim Dokja the omega?! It made sense that the domineering protagonist Yoo Joonghyuk was an alpha, but couldn't Dokja just be a beta for god's sake?
"What is this?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, and Kim Dokja didn't know whether he was angry, confused, or both. Probably both, now that he thought about it. But was there a possibility of that sunfish actually knowing what omegaverse was? He hoped not, but at the same time, he'd probably have to explain it to him which made it worse.
"...Hell." Was all Kim Dokja could mutter, and then he fled to the bathroom as a means of escaping the monster. What he met in the bathroom was what he expected, but also detested quite a bit. As an omega now, particularly one going into heat, he was experiencing a self lubricant ability wetting his pants. Slick. He made sure to lock the door quickly and sat on the toilet lid, unbuckling his pants awkwardly and already looking at the damage. Thankfully his pants weren't soaked in the substance, but they were damp. His boxers, on the other hand, were wet and sticky from the slick. Kim Dokja sighed to himself out of annoyance, pulled up his pants, and splashed some water on his face.
Face reality, Dokja. This isn't something that could be avoided.
His face felt hot the more he stood there, the more his "omega desires" were unfulfilled, or as the scenario would call it. Speaking of the scenario, he knew they had to do something before it got worse.
But what could he do? Make love with the protagonist of his favorite novel? Yoo Joonghyuk, the dangerous regressor? One that was now an alpha, which probably possessed a terrifying... member? It all felt quite strange to him.
Kim Dokja rubbed the back of his neck. Ah, right. In a omegaverse, there were these things called scent glands. He couldn't smell it himself, but it was surely potent to Yoo Joonghyuk just outside the bathroom. The reader wondered what it was like to smell him, if he was sweet or calming. What if he smelled like dirt? Perhaps the crisp pages of a book. And then he thought about Yoo Joonghyuk. Surely his scent would be musky, like a classic alpha, and earthy. Or was he a fresh smelling type of guy? Either way, he was the character that, if really set in an omegaverse novel, could have omegas dropping to their knees at the very sight or smell of him. Not that Kim Dokja was the type to be that way, though.
Suddenly there was a loud grunt from the other room, and then following that came a quiet thud against the door.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, presumably sitting against the other side of the door. It was noted that he would be going through an alpha's rut, a more aggressive and consuming version of a heat. It appears to Dokja that even the most perfect protagonist cannot endure it...
"What is it?" He replied, burning in his own kind of hell. The squid stopped to look at his pants once more—seeing they were considerably more moist than before—and cursed to himself.
"...Let's get this over with." Came a reluctant response, causing Kim Dokja's eyes to widen.
"Are you sure? You shouldn't be doing this with someone like me."
You should do it with Lee Seolhwa. After all, you two were lovers.
He didn't want to say that last part. Instead, he slumped up against the door as well and closed his eyes. What he could smell on the other side wasn't what he really expected—Yoo Joonghyuk was not a musky guy nor was he a fresh guy, but what wafted through the slit in the door was a calming, warm smell. It wasn't overpowering or insanely dominant, reminding Kim Dokja of a campfire. So the protagonist was soft on the inside after all? Dokja couldn't quite believe it.
"Explain the penalty. You know about it." He heard Yoo Joonghyuk huff. Kim Dokja felt like shame was going to swallow him whole, but he decided to get it over with.
"...Long story short, omegas and alphas go through a heat or a rut that... heightens their senses and prepares them for mating..." He trailed off at the end in a quiet voice, clearly embarrassed. There was no response from the sunfish, so they just sat there in silence.
"There will be another penalty."
"I know."
"Kim Dokja."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Slowly but surely, while Kim Dokja began to envision his own death (hopefully not to a cock), he unlocked the bathroom door.
"Move it, sunfish bastard."
The other grumbled and stood up, walking out of the way to allow Kim Dokja to exit.
The order of events went like this: first, Yoo Joonghyuk stared blankly at the mess Kim Dokja was in, and getting an equally blank stare straight back. Then, Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes trailed to the reader's now pretty much soaked pants with suspicion.
"Don't you dare say anything. It's a part of the penalty." Kim Dokja muttered, closing the door behind him. Well, this couldn't be too bad, could it? All Yoo Joonghyuk had to do was... take away his dignity...
Kim Dokja internally beat up his consciousness while the protagonist stepped up to him, grabbing his wrist and lifting it to his nose.
"Your wrist smells." Yoo Joonghyuk says.
"Er... that's where one of the scent glands is. It produces pheromones, which get really prominent during these times." The squid replies, watching Yoo Joonghyuk continue to smell it.
"It's strong."
"What do I smell like?"
"...Sweet."
Hah, like a typical omega. He laughs once before responding bitterly:
"Well, you smell like feet."
Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a glare. It had been some time since the penalty and they still hadn't done anything yet, so Kim Dokja was wondering when it would happen again. Maybe this small moment was satisfying the constellation behind the scenario.
He stared at Yoo Joonghyuk's state a little more closely now. The man's face was flushed—probably like his—and he was panting as if he were in pain.
Something strange stirred in Dokja's chest at this. He lifted up Yoo Joonghyuk's chin just slightly, staring into his eyes.
"Joonghyuk-ah. I'll ask again. Do you really want to do this with me?"
After some seconds of silence, he spoke up. "What about you?"
"I'll do it so we can get out of here. Then we won't have to speak of it again, okay? Whatever happens in this room stays in this room and will be blocked out of my memory—" Kim Dokja wasn't able to finish his sentence as a set of warm lips were placed upon his.
Yoo Joonghyuk was kissing him.
Not killing him, although Kim Dokja would have expected it, but kissing him.
The protagonist's hands wrapped around his waist gently, pulling him in ever so slightly to allow the kiss to be less stiff. Kim Dokja himself, despite previously having a crisis in his brain over this scenario, even leaned in to the kiss almost on impulse and let it deepen. It must have been the contact of an alpha now that caused Kim Dokja's condition to worsen, forcing a perpetual feeling of being scorching hot all throughout his body. He tried not to think about it, to endure it, as they kissed some more.
Yoo Joonghyuk pushed him slowly onto the bed, up until Kim Dokja was sitting on the plush mattress. They retracted for a moment, staring at each other.
"Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk rasped, his scent further wrapping around the omega's senses. Thank the lord that it wasn't oppressive, releasing tension in Dokja's shoulders. The sunfish leaned his forehead on the other's, panting softly.
"Yoo Joonghyuk, are you prepared for this?" Kim Dokja asked him, his arms lifting off of Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulders to help balance himself on the bed.
"Are you?"
And then he looked down. No, he wasn't. His ass was probably lubricated enough from the sheer amount of slick he produced, but that wasn't going to save him from something big stuck inside him. He suddenly remembered about knotting and shuddered, trying to push those thoughts elsewhere. He would not think of that right now. The two of them hadn't even done anything yet, just kissing. Either way, Kim Dokja shook his head a little, looking to see if Yoo Joonghyuk understood, and prepared mentally to get his ass spread open.
As the man began to unbuckle his pants, reaching his soaked boxers, Kim Dokja panicked and pushed Yoo Joonghyuk away slightly, confused at his own actions. Then, in a jumble of words, he asked to take a shower first.
The sunfish could only give him a confused look as he ran to the bathroom and locked it again, shaking.
"Shit." He cursed, running his hand through his hair. This was bad, extremely bad—getting nervous before such an admirable person, a character really, was not an option in this scenario. However, it happened. This was Kim Dokja's first time, and he was about to have it happen with someone fictional. A guy who he at times, despite reading all about him, still couldn't understand.
He was Yoo Joonghyuk.
How could Kim Dokja dare do this with him?
The reader cautiously started the stream of water, stripping and standing underneath it. He'd clean himself, think a lot about what was going to happen soon, and be ready. This was without doubt. He... was going to get fucked by Yoo Joonghyuk.
He stared at the shower tiles, running his fingers over the crevices. But would it matter that Yoo Joonghyuk was fictional? He was experiencing this man in person, not as a protagonist from a book anymore. He was already changing the story with his involvement.
And so, facing reality here was a must.
Kim Dokja shut off the water and took a deep breath. He left the shower, dried off as much as he could, and put his clothes back on. The heat was creeping back into him even after being under such cold water, but he already knew that it was unavoidable.
"Sorry." Was all Kim Dokja could mutter as he made his way back into the main room, glancing at Yoo Joonghyuk.
"Are you okay?"
"What? Uh, yeah. I'm fine. We can begin now, Joonghyuk."
The sunfish nodded, guiding Kim Dokja back to the bed, and this time was able to take off his pants without that certain someone fleeing. He looked at Dokja for approval, and then began to take off his boxers slowly but surely. The reader winced at the feeling of Yoo Joonghyuk's hands on his cock, calloused and large. It was a very strange display. He sucked in a breath as Yoo Joonghyuk moved up and down on his shaft slowly, staring into his eyes intensely.
The alpha's pheromones entered his senses once more, but not too aggressively. Something was different in the way it smelled this time, however, as Kim Dokja assumed Yoo Joonghyuk was sensing his unease. It was common for an alpha to discern uncomfortable feelings from their omega just within the smell of their pheromones. Interesting concept, really, but now Kim Dokja felt outed.
Yoo Joonghyuk leaned in to his neck, hands still on the reader's member, and sniffed once. He planted a small kiss on the side of Kim Dokja's neck, causing the other to shiver in confusion.
"It smells here, too." Was what Yoo Joonghyuk exclaimed quietly, kissing some more. Slowly the scene had become more affectionate than sexual, which was not what Kim Dokja expected. It was true that this guy was a monster, but affection directed towards Dokja that should be for Lee Seolhwa really fucked up his brain.
"There's another scent gland there. On the back of my neck."
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed, his face still in the crook of Kim Dokja's neck. Could this be his way of scenting him? But how would that bastard know about that stuff? Maybe it was just an alpha impulse...
Kim Dokja sighed with the continued movement of Yoo Joonghyuk's hand on him until it was taken off and then redirected near his anus.
Wait. Already?
"H-Hold on, Yoo Joonghyuk. Now?"
"We should get out of here quickly."
"Then what was all that earlier?"
Yoo Joonghyuk grunted with a sour expression and looked back down to where his fingers were. He used his hands to prop Kim Dokja a little up in the air to move his ass around for a better view. Unfortunately for the squid, shoving your legs together was not going to stop the protagonist. Yoo Joonghyuk firmly, but not as to hurt the other, pried Kim Dokja's legs open, putting one of them up on his shoulder. He stared at the slick being produced from Kim Dokja's hole curiously, but said nothing. Thankfully, they would not have to buy or find lube, if that was even an option.
Yoo Joonghyuk lifted a finger, looked at Kim Dokja, and then inserted it inside. The reader tried to hold in a gasp, but ultimately failed. It was a very strange feeling, to have someone's finger inside of you.
He kind of wondered how Yoo Joonghyuk was doing, knowing that he himself was enduring his rut. Was he going slowly just for Kim Dokja's comfort? No, surely not.
Anyhow, the steady rhythm of Yoo Joonghyuk pushing his finger in and out of Kim Dokja lasted a minute or two before another finger was soon in Dokja's entrance. He swore outwardly from the pain, confused as to how this was supposed to feel good. Fuck, it hurt a lot. How was he supposed to get Yoo Joonghyuk's cock in him?
"Are you okay?" Yoo Joonghyuk breathed, attempting to assure him. Kim Dokja only nodded slightly, waiting for it to be over.
After a third finger, Yoo Joonghyuk finally unbuckled his own pants.
Even in his boxers, the bulge was... huge. Actually, huge was an understatement.
Kim Dokja should better pray he dies now so he won't have to feel that thing in him.
"Uh... Joonghyuk-ah, is that really..."
"What?"
"Are you aware of how big that is?"
"Are you ready?"
Kim Dokja almost laughed.
"Fuck, am I ready? Really? Put yourself in my shoes, Yoo Joonghyuk. My ass is going to be obliterated by you."
"Did it hurt earlier?"
Kim Dokja felt embarrassment creep up his face. He nodded.
"I'm sorry." Yoo Joonghyuk replied, pausing for a moment. He pulled Kim Dokja close to him in a hug, placing his chin on the reader's shoulder. All Dokja could do now was gape in surprise. Yoo Joonghyuk, comforting him like this? What?
"Y-You know what, yeah. Let's just get this over with."
"Okay."
Yoo Joonghyuk lined the tip of his member up to Kim Dokja's hole and began to push in.
To begin, it first felt like sandpaper. He was lubricated and prepped, but it still hurt like hell. However, the more that Yoo Joonghyuk pushed in, the strangely better it felt. Perhaps this was the effect of an omega being claimed by his alpha, but it was really weird to him.
And then, Yoo Joonghyuk's condition swelled. He bit back a groan once fully in, and began to pull out to begin the motion.
"...Oh shit," Kim Dokja moaned, and then he orgasmed. Just like that. So easy, really... it was embarrassing. But did it matter, when Yoo Joonghyuk was in an equally worse state, now starting to roll his hips back and forth while inside the delirious reader?
"Dokja—" Yoo Joonghyuk murmured, then grunting as he urgently slammed into Kim Dokja's ass.
By this time, Kim Dokja was moaning—doing his best at attempting to hold it back—and grabbing at the protagonist's clothes, trying to do anything with his hands to keep his mind off of what was happening. With a thrust of Yoo Joonghyuk's hips, he climaxed again with a quiet whine, eyes rolled back and mouth open. During this session, Yoo Joonghyuk's monstrous characteristics finally came out, his pheromones shifting to something sharp and overwhelming. Kim Dokja, already incredibly out of it, took in this smell and shook, feeling like he was high all of a sudden.
"C-Control your... smell, b-bastard!" He babbled. "Urk—! Joonghyuk-ah!"
All the protagonist could do right now was fuck into Kim Dokja, jerk him off, or pull his hips back forcefully just to shove them back onto his body.
At some point during this euphoric moment, their shirts had been thrown off, and now Yoo Joonghyuk was kissing all over Kim Dokja's body. He would prod at the reader's prostate and feel how his cock created a lump in his skin, moving up and down with their motion.
When Yoo Joonghyuk was no longer satisfied in that position, he retracted and moved Kim Dokja onto his stomach, pulling his thighs and ass up to make his back arch. He kissed along the inside of Dokja's thighs, and then began to fuck him from the back again.
The rest of their time was spent going back and forth, where Yoo Joonghyuk would push him out and move his hips forward into him, spread him out more, or kiss him relentlessly.
As for Kim Dokja... he was gone. Still conscious, but his mind was elsewhere. A confusing feeling of insane pleasure ran up his spine and to his brain. He hadn't thought that sex would feel this good back when Yoo Joonghyuk was prepping him.
Yoo Joonghyuk turned him over to look at his face, full of sweat and tears. He kissed Dokja's lips messily before fucking him again.
Finally, when he reached his climax, he released inside Kim Dokja with an animalistic expression on his face. His cock, like an alpha's, knotted inside of the reader and he collapsed onto Kim Dokja's chest.
[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' cannot contain herself any longer and has exploded in excitement.]
[1000 coins have been sponsored.]
"..."
Kim Dokja forgot they were there.
And the constellations had witnessed all of that...
With a trembling voice, he half laughed and groaned. "B-Biyoo. Close the channel, please..."
The little dokkaebi appeared momentarily with a "Bwa!" and then left after the channel disappeared.
Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk now laid in silence.
"Well, at least it's over, right?" Dokja mumbled, lifting his shaky hand to sift through the protagonist's hair. Since when did they deem it acceptable to keep going, even if they had completed the scenario?
Speaking of which, his heat seemed to be subsiding. Along with this, Yoo Joonghyuk's scent was diminishing.
"I can't get out yet, Dokja."
"Huh? Oh."
Right.
"That's called knotting. It... uh... basically locked inside of me. This is to ensure we mate properly or whatever."
"Oh."
"Also, it'll come down in maybe thirty minutes or so?"
Kim Dokja suddenly felt a feeling of dread wash over him as he waited for Yoo Joonghyuk's reaction, but was simply met with a kiss to the cheek and a nuzzle in the crook of his neck.
"Yoo Joonghyuk?"
"You did well."
The reader felt his face flush up suddenly, so he turned his head away. Out of everything he could think about now, all he had in his mind was:
This is so OOC.
[Hidden scenario 'Romantic Tension' complete!]
Kim Dokja stared at the coins that he was now getting. 300,000 for sex. It was a large sum, but he felt a little sour hoping it would've been more. Maybe he should have scammed the constellation behind this beforehand.
As for the other reward...
Companionship.
They were already companions, but was the act of having sex like this bringing them closer? Kim Dokja almost laughed at how absurd it sounded, but it was sort of true in a way. Even as normal companions, he could not have seen himself kissing Yoo Joonghyuk so fervently as he did earlier.
For right now, however, he'd have to let those thoughts subside. He leaned into Yoo Joonghyuk's touch against his stomach, closing his eyes and allowing time to pass.
Eventually, the regressor's knot went down considerably, so he was finally able to get out of Kim Dokja's ass. The reader felt quite happy that it was all over, and that he was no longer stuck with someone else inside of him.
He'd never admit that he enjoyed it, though.
Yoo Joonghyuk immediately sprang into motion afterwards, however, and picked up Kim Dokja with record speed. It was as if he hadn't needed any recovery from sex.
"Y-Yoo Joonghyuk? What are you doing?" Kim Dokja gasped at this, confused.
"Cleaning up." Was the sunfish's reply as he took him to the bathroom. Luckily for them both, there was a bathtub in the shower.
Yoo Joonghyuk filled it up with warm water, placing Kim Dokja in it and getting inside himself. He shifted around so that he was behind Dokja, using the soap on the shelves to clean his companion thoroughly but gently.
Honestly, Kim Dokja felt a little embarrassed that Yoo Joonghyuk of all people was taking the time to clean him, but they had done some much more embarrassing things anyway. There was nothing really more strange than that.
He felt his cheeks heat up as he pulled his knees to his chest, looking down at the suds in the water.
"Thanks," Was what he muttered, and got a grunt in response. Yoo Joonghyuk continued to scrub at his hair quietly without hesitation.
After the bath, the protagonist gave him water, dried him, and sat him in a chair while he cleaned the bed. Finishing that, he put Kim Dokja under the bed's blanket and went beside him.
"Ah, look. There's a door now. We can leave if you'd like." Kim Dokja says, pointing to the now existant exit on the wall across from them.
"Not yet." Yoo Joonghyuk replied. "You need rest."
"I'll be fine, Joonghyuk-ah. You know that, right?"
There was no response this time. Yoo Joonghyuk had his eyes closed, intending to sleep. Kim Dokja stared at him for a few moments, huffed a sigh, and reluctantly decided to sleep himself. It was true everything ached by now. When he got comfortable in a position he liked, he looked at Yoo Joonghyuk once more and smiled just slightly.
I suppose it wasn't that bad. With Yoo Joonghyuk...
Upon waking up and leaving the room, Kim Dokja vowed to himself that he would never think nor speak of this situation ever again.
What he did not expect, however, was a barrage of questions from his companions who not only wondered where he and Yoo Joonghyuk went, but also why Kim Dokja had a very suspiciously bite looking mark on his neck.
Damn that protagonist bastard. He hadn't even realized when it happened...
Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him briefly with a softened expression, then returning to a scowl.
Fuck or die, huh.