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The world has stopped.

Silence stretches too long—Lucas was sucking the gun barrel—now the weapon gleaming under dim lamplight.

I run forward—snatch the gun—and throws across the room. It hits the wall, then clatters on the floor.

My heart pounds faster.

Lucas whimpers—big eyes welling up.I scoop him up, cradling him close. His breathing ragged, shoulders trembling.

I glare at him "ARE YOU INSANE?"

He stands slowly.

I back away "H-He’s a baby—he could’ve—" my voice breaks, I couldn’t finish.

His shadow swallows us whole. "It wasn’t loaded" he says flatly.

"Oh, that makes it so much better." I clutch Lucas closer—his tiny fists knotting in my robe. "What’s next? Teaching him to clean knives with his teeth? Letting him play with grenades like rattle toys?"

He steps forward.I doesn’t retreat this time—just glares up at him.

Another step closer.

"He’s my son—" he pauses  "Our son, This world—my world—is his birthright. One day, he’ll hold that gun properly. He’ll know its weight. Its purpose."

My eyes sting. "No— H-He won’t be you."

His eyes darken.

The air between us thickens—charged, electric. Lucas whines softly, sensing the tension.I rock him, murmuring in his hair. But i couldn't brush his word— Lucas is his son.

Lucas wails louder, tiny body trembling against my chest. I rock him fast—shushing, kissing his damp cheeks. But my eyes stay locked on him—on the man standing too close in that damn grey suit, like he belongs here. Like he gets to decide everything.

Lucas hiccups, his tiny body trembling against my neck. I keep rocking him—"shh, shh, bub.."

That grey suit.Crisp. Impeccable. Like he’s some untouchable nobleman instead of the monster who built his empire on bones.

Disgust coils in my stomach—

He takes another slow step forward.I back up instinctively—until the bedframe presses into my spine, nowhere else to go.

"Its a legacy." he mutters, like I'm the one who doesn't understand. "That gun was made for him the day he was born."

Silence.

My eyes sting.Lucas hiccups again—wet breath against my skin—he buries his face deeper.

The room feels smaller now.Like walls closing in.Like this suit of grey fabric and cold power swallowing everything soft inside me.My hand trembles, it rests on my swollen belly—

His eyes flicker. Down—

Then back to me. Still hard. Still unyielding.

He takes another step forward— the warmth from his body cuts through the chill air"It was meant for today," he says, voice low like thunder "It was meant for he's ready, for everything."

Ready for what, first steps with an aimed gun?Lucas lets out another wail—I rock faster—"Shh... shh… Mama’s here…""That’s not a gift—that’s a curse!"

He doesn’t flinch.

Just watches me—with cold, unreadable eyes—like I'm the one who doesn’t understand this world.

"He touched it," he says simply. "Looked at it- he knows it's meant for him."

"Because he’s TWO!" My voice rises, raw , shaking. "He puts everything in his mouth! He doesn’t know anything except me… and you just—you threw that at him like—"

"Because one day—HE WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BE."

Silence.

Lucas hiccups—clutch my neck tighter.

And then… the man reaches into his inner pocket again.

My breath catches—

But this time—it's not steel comes out.

It's soft fabric folded neatly in black silk with golden thread stitched along the edge: two tiny letters entwined—a J and an L stitched inside a serpent's coil—the same symbol carved into every safe house from Busan to Seoul…

He holds it out—an undershirt for Lucas—but no ordinary cloth…

Custom-made.Hand-stitched.From Italian cotton.The collar lined with silver fiber only visible under light—bulletproof weave thin as spider silk.Invisible armor.For an heir who doesn't know war yet—but will inherit it anyway.

I glare him—refusing to take the shirt.

He comes too close. Like he doesn’t need to move because he already owns the space around us.

His hot, whiskey breath ghosts over my face—mingles with Lucas’s milk-sweet whimpers.

I step back again—hip hits the bedpost. Nowhere to go.

Lucas squirms—face red, pouting, tiny fists batting at my shoulder like he wants out… or wants him instead.

I pat his bum softly—"Shh… shh, bub…" But my eyes never leave his.

He doesn’t blink.Just watches me with those dark, stone eyes—the kind that don’t ask, don’t plead.They claim.

And right now? They’re claiming this moment.

The silk bundle rests on his palm—small.Innocent-looking.

Seconds pass like years.Silence thickens— Lucas seems to sense it—he quiets slightly, big eyes darting from me…to him…

Then—with deliberate slowness—he folds the shirt once more along its golden seam and tucks it into one of Lucas's stuffed toys—the crooked rabbit missing an ear.

A beat passes—

"You won't take what I give," he murmurs finally—"but one day...he will."He takes a step back but still towers too close.—I clutch Lucas tighter—

"Get out now! I have— I need to put Lucas down—"

But he steps closer.

Another step.And another.

Until im cornered—cold, unyielding.Trapped.His heat presses into me—

"Are you telling me—to leave… from my own room?"

My eyes sting. Wetness threatens—"Just p-please…" It slips. Weak. Raw. "Just… go."

"Or?"

I stare up at him—his face carved from shadow and power—Lucas hiccups softly between, his tiny body still trembling from crying, little fingers clutching my robe like he knows something is wrong.

A beat.Longer.

Then—One finger glides over my cheek—My eyes shut. I hold my breath—My chin lifts up tighter.

"Giving a gun to our children..." — "is Jeon family's ritual."

Smoke, whiskey fanning on my lips.

"It's our legacy..."

Tears roll down my face. Lucas… he doesn’t even know his own name yet—just says ‘dah’ and laughs! He doesn’t need guns or their damn legacy— i gulp- "H–He…he's a child."

"My . Child."

My tears fall faster.Yes. Only his child. Never mine. never.

we both know it's a truth. But Lucas clings to me like I'm his world.I wake up every night nursing him when he cries.I’ve held him through fevers and nightmares and first steps—still none of these belongs to me but Jeon Empire.

Thumb drags slow across my lower lip"And carrying my second one—you should know this rituals by now"

A beat."As my everything will be yours from now on."

"Leave, Jeon." I turn around sharply—my back to him.

Lucas whimpers softly against my neck—tiny fingers curled. He doesn’t understand why the air is heavy. Why Mama’s breathing so fast.

Jeon doesn’t move.

"L-Leave" but i feel him behind me—still as stone, heat crawling up my spine like fire.

Then—

A low exhale.Almost a sigh.Like he’s listening… but not obeying.

Silence stretches.

And then—"...You turned your back on me once before." His voice quiet. Dangerous "You thought distance would protect you."

I don’t answer.My jaw clenches hard— tears slip freely

"But look where you are now," pause—"Pregnant with my second heir… standing in my room… holding my son…"

He comes closer—until hot breath brushes my neck.

Slowly, a hand unties my robe—

My breath hitches...the hand trails in.

"Don't—don't touch me!"

His hand rests low on my belly—possessive—and then slides lower, slow, deliberate—A sob rises in my throat.I don’t move. Can’t.

More lower.

I flinch but there’s nowhere to go—him at my back, wall crowding forward, Lucas whimpering.

"Stop—" the words breaks "He's right here..."

His breath brushes my ear—deep. Controlled."I know."  A pause. "And so am I."

The hand doesn't retreat.It stays—hot at my core—

"You left me once," he murmurs—"ran with papers and lies and courtrooms full of men who thought justice could save you."

"You‐ That was… before…"

"Before what— Before you broke me in silence."

The finger slips inside—

My cry spills out.Hot, wet tear slips past my lips—

Lucas whimpers in confusion "M-Ma-ma..?" his fingers pull my hair, i shake my head, face hot—cheeks burning red—"Please- "My knees buckle.But he catches me—one arm snaking around my waist, holding me up.

Lucas whimpers again—confused, sensing the shift—the tension—

"Please…" i sob —"Not now… not with him—"

"He knows your voice," he murmurs against my neck— "He’ll learn mine too."

Another finger slips in— i gasp-—it slides deeper—slow , certain—and my body betrays with heat, with pulse,with memory of how many times this man has ruined me and called it his.

Fingers sinks deeper.I sob, head falling back—I don't know which god to pray to anymore.The fingers spread.

I sob loud—body jerking forward, The fingers curls deep— once—

Twice.gasp tears from me, unbidden.

Shame floods hot.And Lucas?

He stirs between us—tiny face scrunching, fingers twitching at my robe—

"Put. Him. Down."

The command low, final—hot breath against my neck as the fingers twist deeper—

Trembling, I lower Lucas in the crib beside—his tiny fingers grip the bars, wide eyes blinking at us as he sucks his thumb. Innocent. Unknowing.

"P-Please… stop—"

My robe is open—wetness leaks down my breasts, down my front—I try to cover instinctively—but his palm rubs my clit.Suddenly he turns me around—face-to-face—his gaze raking over my exposed body, bathrobe gaping open. His thumb flicks over my peaked nipple, then drags down to my swollen belly—

Then—lifts.

My gasp‐ he hoists me up—one arm under my thighs, the other locking me against his chest. I struggle —Lucas giggles, clapping like it’s a game.Jeon doesn’t care.

"N-No—!" I thrash, but his grip is iron. "He’s watching—!"

"Let him learn" he growls—

Carries me to the bed, Lucas squeals and claps in the crib, watching with wide, innocent eyes. "please stop-"

He puts me on bed––teeth graze my shoulder—My legs splay wide—no choice—his hips slot between, the hard ridge grinding against my soaked core.

Lucas squeals again—happy. Unaware the way his father’s fingers dig into my hips, my tears mix with sweat– he tears the robe wider—

"No-"

"You’ll take it," he breathes—"Just like you took my name."

He leans over, gripping my thigh, and thumb circling my navel slowly, possessively.

"please stop- please stop,"

Mouth finds my collarbone—hot, deliberate—teeth scraping on my pulse.

Lucas tries to lean out of the crib—tiny hand reaching at me— "Mam..ma? Mama?"

"Please. Stop— Not with him please."

"He's fine. He's safe."

And Lucas?

He watches—blinking—as his father takes what was never his.

"Please. Stop."

My voice breaks—robe lies in tattered silk around me, completely open, my body bared beneath him. Vulnerable.

"Stop- please–"He cages me between his arms, knees pressing my thighs wider—no escape.

"No- ple‐ stop" Hot breath against my damp skin as he drags a fingertip down my sternum, slow, deliberate.

"You beg so prettily," he murmurs, thumb circling my nipple—then pinch—i gasp. "But we both know you don’t mean it."

A whimper claws up my throat. "I do—"

He fists in my hair, wrenching my head back. "Your body weeps for me." He grinds against my soaked core, teeth grazing my earlobe. "Even now. Even here. With him watching."Thumb traces down my body—slow, deliberate—presses against my nipple, rubbing slow circles.

"Lucas is—"

"Learning." His teeth graze my earlobe. "Learning what happens when you disobey me."

I gasp- he grinds down, the hard length  pressing making my core slick. I sob "He shouldn’t—he shouldn’t see this—!"

"He’ll see worse." A pause. "He’ll see how his mother breaks."

"Stop—"

He fists in my hair, yanking my head back. "Tell me again—tell me to stop."

I whimper— thrash—twist—try to kick—but his knee slams between my thighs, forcing them wider. Lucas blabbers in the crib, tiny hands patting the bars.

"Look at him," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear as fingers slide lower—"Learning early how his mama plead his daddy."

My breath hitches— fingers press into my soaked flesh. "P-Please—"

"Please what?" teeth drags over my pulse. "Say it."

"Please- ah please—"

"You begged that night too when I put this child in you." Palm slides down my belly—over the stretch marks. "You always begged me to stop" i gasp- thumb presses against my clit—hard—my hips jerk. "Yet here you are… still mine."

Tears streak my temples, soaking into the sheets. Lucas whimpers from the crib, tiny fingers gripping the bars as he watches—always watching.

"Please stop- please –"

"You want to leave?" A harsh thrust of his fingers—my gasp muffled in his hair "Then run. Take this. And run." My head yank back. "But you’ll come back. always"

I choke on a sob.

The crib creaks—Lucas tries to stands on unsteady legs. "Mama…?"

But he doesn’t pause. Doesn’t care. His teeth sink into my shoulder, fingers curl deeper. "Let him see," he murmurs against my skin. "Let him learn what it means to be a Jeon."

I sob—Lucas blinking, thumb in his mouth, his wide, curious gaze fixed at me."ple‐ He—he doesn’t understand—"

"He will." —  "Every gasp. Every arch of your back. Every time you scream his father’s name—he’ll learn what it means to own everything."

Tears stream down my face.

Fingers trail lower, slipping through slick heat, circling my clit with torturous precision. "You’re mine. Your tears. Your pleasure. That swollen belly mine—"

I choke on a sob, fingers plunge—deep, merciless. "N-No—!"

"Yes." He growls, lips brush mine. "You’ll come on my fingers first. Then my cock."I bite my cheek — thumb flicks faster, ruthless.H

e thrusts deeper, curling just there.My back arches—betrayed by my own body—white-hot pleasure sears through me, wave after wave.

He swiftly leans down— tongue drags up my slit—hot, demanding—

"N-No—!"

But he doesn’t stop.

He slurps.

Loud. Wet. Obscene.Like I’m a feast he’s been starved for—tongue lapping up every drop of slick, dragging rough circles over my clit before plunging deep again.

Lucas giggles, oblivious—tiny hands clapping as he rolls his stuffed bunny across the crib bars.

Grip tightens on my thigh, spreading me wider—my swollen belly obstructs everything, but his mouth doesn’t need sight, tongue flicks, licks, devours—

"Ah—! Stop—please—!"

His tongue relentless—hot, wet, dragging up my slit with a roughness that borders on cruelty. I cry out, fingers twisting in the sheets, but he pins my hips down with his free hand, holding me open.

"Ngh—stop!" My voice cracks—useless—tongue flicks over my clit, hard, before diving back down, lapping up every drop of my shame. I gasp-

Hot mouth seals over me, sucking, tongue pressing deep—slurping. I writhe, heels digging into the mattress, but his grip tightens, fingers digging bruises into my thighs.

Then—one hand reaches up, kneading my swollen breast—rough—thumb flicking over my nipple— i whimper.

Suddenly—milk sprays.

White streaks splatter across his hair, hands—some land on Lucas’s crib.

He lifts his head slowly —dark eyes lock on mine—challenging—and deliberately licks a stripe up my slit, mixing my slick with my own milk on his tongue.

"Fuck stop stop—!" I choke, hips jerking, he growls against me—low, possessive—and bites my inner thigh.Tongue still working me as thumb rolls my nipple again, milking me shamelessly.

"S-Stop—!— Lucas—bub!"

But Jeon doesn’t care.He laps faster—sucking, slurping, fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand keeps milking my breast, spurts soaking his wrist, the sheets—

And I—

I break. Again.

Hips bucking, back arching, a scream tearing from my throat—his thumb presses down my clit—hard—I sob as another wave crashes over me, thighs trembling, milk spraying—

"Mine," he rasps against my skin, tongue dragging through the mess he’s made. I gasp- he drinks every drop.

Then lifts his head—lips glistening, eyes black with hunger.

I gulp- chest heaving. Tears streak my temples, soaking the sheets. I tremble beneath him, All I can hear is my own ragged breath. He crawls over me,

his shadow swallowing me whole. He palms my swollen breast and squeeze tight—i cry out- he keeps squeezing until a fresh streak of milk spills over his fingers. He watches, as it drips down my sides on bed—

I turn my head—but he twist my nipple sharply. A gasp tears free– more milk beads, dripping between us.My sob swallowed by his lips crashing on mine—hungry, claiming—He rolls us over, Hard chest behind my back.Hand roving down my body—"Look at you," he murmurs, palm tracing my breast. "Look at what you're carrying."

My heart pounds. I can't look away from Lucas's soft face across the room.

"My heir" he growls "My second."Thumb circles my aching nipple, pressing until another drop of milk beads and falls. I sob.

"Look at them," he pinch hard and make me whimper. "Dripping like a fucking cow. You think you’re fit to run from me? To take my heirs?" Hand slides down.I try to twist, but his grip tightens, forcing my nipple to pucker tighter under his cruel fingertips. "Stop—!"

"You’d let strangers see this?" His free hand slaps my thigh—sharp—leaving a stinging imprint. "Let them watch your tits leak while you nurse my son? Let them put their hands on what’s mine?" He growls, breath hot against my neck.A sob claws up my throat—He cups my breasts underside, lifting the heavy weight, thumb brushing my nipple, pinching."Stop- please just—"

He pushes my leg up from behind—forcing my knee toward my chest—spreading me wider. The wet, thick heat presses against my core, relentless, rubbing slow circles over my soaked flesh.

"Please—stop—"

But he doesn’t stop.

Instead, his fingers dig into my hip, dragging me back against him—the blunt head of his cock notches against me, pressing, stretching—

Then he pushes in.

"No—please- "

Slow. Deliberate. An inch at a time.

My breath shudders—body trembling, oversensitive—he fills me completely, chest heaving against my back.I choke out, nails biting into the sheets.

Teeth scrape my shoulder—hand slides up, palming my swollen breasts, thumbing my nipple until another bead of milk spills over his fingers.

"Ah—no stop- "His hips roll—once—testing my limits—before he pulls back slightly… then thrusts hard.

"No—no stop- "Sharp cry tears from my throat—my body bows, toes curling—he slams in with slow, brutal strokes, each one dragging against that spot inside that makes my vision blur.

"Please — sto- "

Lucas watches from the crib—thumb in his mouth, wide-eyed— fingers tighten in my hair, yanking my head back. "You feel that?" he growls, snapping his hips harder. "This is where....you belong."

*thrust*

hips snap forward—once, twice—slow brutal, each thrust carving deeper.

*thrust*"Fucking perfect—" He grits, breath scalding against my neck. "Tight little cunt still milking for me—"*thrust*My vision blurs. Tears drip on the pillows, my body betrays me—clenching around him, pulsing, taking him deeper with every stroke.*thrust* *thrust*Lucas wobbles in the crib— gripping the bars—trying to stand on unsteady legs. He blinks at us, curious, as his father’s cock stretches me wider. "Stop—"

*thrust*"Fuck—" hand fists my hair,*thrust* "He’s watching you take me–" *thrust*"Learning what his parents really are."

"Pleas—just—ah"*thrust**thrust**thrust*

"Stop-"

Hand slides down—fingers digging into my bump. *thrust*"My heir. My cock. My cum—" *thrust* "—inside you again by the time he’s weaned."

Teeth sink into my shoulder.

"AHHHH"*thrust*I sob— he squeeze the fight out of me.

Lucas finally manages to stand,a wide smile spreading across his face like he's just learned the greatest secret of the universe. tears streaming down my face—*thrust*He stands there, giggling, watching us with those wide eyes, thumb still in his mouth, completely oblivious by the scene unfolding few yards away.

"M-Lucas—!" *thrust*

He drags out—slow, deliberate—until only the tip remains, then slams back."AAGGH" *thrust*

"AHH—STOP—"

*thrust*  breath knocks from my lungs. The length stretches me obscenely, each ruthless thrust punching broken sobs from my throat.*thrust**thrust**thrust**thrust*Lucas slapping the crib bars— the sound of skin slapping skin, my choked whimpers, his father’s growls are just noise to him.

SMACK.

"AAHHH"

SMACK.He slaps my ass—hard—sharp sting  jerk me forward— he yanks me against him. "You knew this would happen," *thrust* "Knew I’d find you. Knew I’d fuck you pregnant again—"

He fists my hair, forcing my head up—forcing me to see Lucas watching with wide eyes—*thrust**thrust*his cock rams in that spot, my toes curl.

I can’t.

My mouth opens—but all that comes is sobs, he holds me tighter—claiming every inch, every tremor, every drop of milk that spills onto the sheets beneath us.

*thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust*

His hips snap—harder— deeper. I tremble.

"Fuck—" He grunts. raw, fingers digging in my hips—his pace turns erratic—faster—losing control.*thrust*I sob silently—cheek pressed into the mattress—eyes screwed shut as pleasure twists violently with shame.*thrust**thrust*I gasp-  teeth graze my shoulder blade, tongue flickering across my sweat-damp skin.

*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*

"UGHH FUCK—" his body jerks against me—a low, animalistic snarl gainst my neck—

"TAKE IT—"

*thrust*

"TAKE ME"

*thrust*he spills—hot, thick—pumping release deep inside me—it drips out.I sob silently—chest heaving—the flesh twitches deep, pumping every last drop into me while his hands clamp down on my hips, keeping me locked against him.

Silence.

Panting.

Lucas yawns in crib—finally settling down, thumb tucked sleepily in his mouth—as his father’s cum leaks between my thighs.

Jeon exhales—slow, satisfied—dragging a possessive hand down my spine.

A beat.

Only the sound of breathing—his, steady and victorious; mine, shattered and uneven—and the soft rustle of Lucas into sleep.

I close my eyes.

Silence.

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