A Taste to Spit Out - Chapter 1
This story is set in the Omegaverse world, a modern piece centered around complex emotions and the characters’ inner struggles. Themes of amnesia, revenge, love-hate, and redemption drive the intense dynamics between the protagonists.
Main Leads:
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- Kang Yeol-Jin (Gong, 24 years old): Standing over 190cm with a muscular build, tanned skin, and a strong Alpha pheromone that exudes a sensual scent of the sea. Although his appearance is decorated with expensive items, inside, he’s nothing more than a rough and vulgar man from the backstreets. He has been playing the loyal dog for a well-off politician’s family for years and has finally become the husband of their young master, Jeong Hee-Jae.
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- Jeong Hee-Jae (Soo, 26 years old): An Omega with cheap rose-scented pheromones, a disgrace to a perfect family. Due to being an illegitimate child, he grew up isolated, enduring all kinds of abuse and scorn. After the death of his only friend, he attempted to take his own life, but when he opened his eyes, two years had passed. He was now pregnant with the child of Kang Yeol-Jin, the Alpha who had relentlessly pursued him.
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- Resonating Quote: “Baby, I’m barely holding myself together as a decent human being. I want to live as your husband.”
01. What is the Truth
You stole from me every chance you got.
With those sinister eyes, you watched me intently, like a filthy crocodile snapping up its prey in an instant, snatching away my place, robbing me of all my father’s trust and affection.
Bit by bit, you devoured all my will.
The eerie dawn.
In the dead of night, when everyone was asleep, a creaking sound from the door echoed through the silence.
Tortured by hellish insomnia, I forced my heavy eyelids open.
The first thought that crossed my mind was…
So, it’s finally come to this.
At last, you’ve decided to kill me with your own hands.
“You’re leaking water like a damn hole, aren’t you? You filthy whore, sell your body, you bastard of a wretch….”
A large figure looms over me, attacking. Creeeak. It climbs onto my bed as if to claim it, then relentlessly tightens its grip around my neck.
“Urk, krrk, ugh…”
I struggled with all my might, flailing like a speared fish, desperate like a beggar robbed of his meager meal, wildly thrashing my limbs. I begged for my wretched life in frantic desperation.
“Urgh, ugh!”
“Die, die, damn it… just looking at you makes my skin crawl like I’m covered in insects…”
Heavy breaths rushed out, each one reeking of alcohol.
Kang Yeol-Jin, your life force is so strong. No matter how hard I scratched at those boulder-like arms, my nails couldn’t even leave a mark. Those log-like limbs only hardened more against my struggle.
“Hah, haah… ugh!!”
My life, choked like a tree root coiling tighter, slowly withered away. I felt like a fragile spark that could be blown out like a dandelion seed at the slightest gust.
“Ugh, ngh…”
The grip around my throat was so strong, unbearably tight. No, no, if this keeps up, I’ll die here, I’ll die by Kang Yeol-Jin’s hands. It hit me—there was no one in this house to save me.
No one had ever been by my side. It was always this hollow emptiness, like a deserted cave. I had to escape this monster alone. I had to do something.
Ah, if only I had a knife to plunge into that bastard’s gut.
“Ugh, urk…”
My vision blurred, slowly fading into white. Then, just as I was losing consciousness, something suddenly rushed into my foggy sight.
Yes, that’ll do…!
My fingers crept like spiders, inching toward the nightstand, reaching just behind it, brushing against something heavy.
Just a little more, a little more, please… I strained my shoulder, stretching my arm as far as it could go.
And finally—
A Dalmore 45-year. A 40-million-won bottle of whiskey, I grabbed it tightly and smashed it down on his head.
**Crack!** I struck with all my strength. The massive body staggered, and soon, crimson blood trickled down, crossing the thick eyebrows of Kang Yeol-Jin.
His blood… reeked of alcohol.
“What in the…?”
In his bloodshot eyes, sharp and wild, disbelief flickered—he couldn’t comprehend that I had struck him.
“I… I…”
I gasped for air, laughing.
“You think… hah, hah, you think I didn’t know?”
I screamed with my hoarse voice. Did you really think I didn’t know that you wanted to kill me, always lurking, waiting for the right moment?
Did you think I’d just let myself die at your hands so easily?
Don’t be ridiculous.
I’m sick to death of you stealing from me. I can’t allow you to take anything more.
This—this life of mine—is mine alone. I must defend it, so you can’t take it away.
“Urgh…”
Kang Yeol-Jin covered his face with his large hand, letting out a deep groan from beneath his lips.
I had to run, somehow, anyhow. I had to get out before he chased me down. Crawling on all fours across the bed, I stumbled out of the room, my breath ragged and heavy.
Clutching my throat with one hand, I fought to calm my frantic breathing.
“Hah, haah, haah…”
I staggered, blindly pushing forward. My vision blurred and my steps wobbled, my feet finally stopping at a familiar place—the studio.
The only place in this suffocating world that was truly mine.
Creeeak, I dragged the round chair from in front of the massive easel. Slowly, I climbed onto it.
Reaching up, I pulled something down with a swift tug—a thick rope. It had been tied here for years, my one and only lifeline.
At last, I was about to be alone. I was about to reclaim my freedom.