Even if he forced Lee Tae-rim to be his, it would only end in resentment. That much was clear. Just imagining it made Seon Juho recoil. So instead, he had to take it slow. Inch by inch, like a gentle drizzle soaking through clothes—he’d slip into Tae-rim’s life so quietly that before he knew it, he wouldn’t be able to live without him.
One of his methods was pheromones. It felt instinctive. The idea that Tae-rim needed to become familiar with his scent came to him so naturally, it didn’t even feel like a choice.
So Seon Juho followed that instinct. Every night, he covered Tae-rim in his scent, savoring how Tae-rim’s pheromones deepened and responded when they mixed with his own.
The more he thought about it, the more fascinating pheromones became. Only the two of them could detect this scent. It was the same with Tae-rim’s—no one else could sense it.
He didn’t know why or how it started. He had no explanation for where it came from. But the fact that he could seduce Tae-rim with it—and maybe even make him his—was more than enough. No one had taught him this, but somehow, Seon Juho just knew.
At first, it was simply a pleasant smell. Then it became a way to read Tae-rim’s emotions. Now, by draping his scent over him, he could even influence his condition. What else might he be able to do next? The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through him.
Of course, he knew none of this would’ve worked if Tae-rim had been even a little wary of him. But clearly, he wasn’t. Otherwise, how could he sleep this deeply, not knowing what Seon Juho might do?
Leaning in, Seon Juho pressed a soft kiss to Tae-rim’s lips. He wanted more—he longed to kiss him properly—but he wanted their first real kiss to come from Tae-rim.
It was just lips on lips, and yet it made him feel so incredibly good. So what would it feel like to go further? What if… Tae-rim shyly kissed him? Would his heart explode on the spot?
His chest fluttered with excitement. He couldn’t wait for that day to come. As his mood lifted, so did his pheromones—growing sweeter, thicker. Seon Juho pulled Tae-rim close, inhaling the sugar-slick scent. Drawn to his pheromones, Tae-rim’s scent grew even sweeter in return—so tempting it made Seon Juho want to devour him whole.
Overwhelmed by the sweetness, Seon Juho hugged Tae-rim tightly and began grinding against him. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But he couldn’t stop. This was the only window of time he had—to hold him, to touch him. After a day spent just looking from afar, now that Tae-rim was finally in his arms, there was no way he could resist.
Whenever Seon Juho’s aroused scent filled the air, Tae-rim never seemed completely opposed to it. His parted lips glowed faintly red, his cheeks warmed with a flush. Even his breath was growing hotter.
Seon Juho remembered the night Tae-rim had a wet dream.
That night, he simply couldn’t take it anymore. He held Tae-rim close, trembling with excitement until the gray light of dawn crept in—then, suddenly, an unbearably sweet scent had spilled from Tae-rim. Seon Juho had jolted upright, nose twitching as he sniffed around. The scent was strongest near Tae-rim’s pants—right where his cock was hidden.
The smell from his damp underwear was so incredibly sweet. Seon Juho wanted to bury his face in it, to breathe it in, to taste it with his tongue. Tae-rim’s semen scent drove him absolutely wild.
He wanted to strip those pants off right then and there, but somehow managed to restrain himself. The urge to bury his face between Tae-rim’s shy, trembling legs was overwhelming—but not yet. Not now.
More than anything, he didn’t want to undress Tae-rim without his permission. What he was doing now was already shameless enough—he didn’t want to cross that line. Not yet.
So instead, he rubbed himself against Tae-rim’s ass while breathing in that scent. Fighting off the urge to come, he thrust his hips instinctively like an animal, his excitement growing too fast to contain. The thin fabric separating their most sensitive parts felt unbearable—he was aroused to the point of madness.
Seon Juho kept grinding against him until the very last moment, then finally pulled away and hurried into the bathroom. His cock, swollen and aching, felt like it was about to burst.
The moment he yanked down his pants and his erection sprang free, he cursed under his breath. He wanted to come immediately but held back, biting down his groans. Even inside his own pants, the thick scent of pheromones clung heavily. Desperate, he ripped off some tissues and wrapped them around the tip.
“Ugh… ngh…”
The pleasure, held back for so long, was almost painful. Seon Juho tensed his abdomen and thrust his hips forward. Opaque, sticky white cum spurted out in steady streams. Each time it surged out, he instinctively bucked again.
Once the tissue was drenched and sagging with semen, he tossed it into the toilet and flushed. The heavy mass of pheromones swirled down with the water. Seon Juho washed up thoroughly to erase any lingering scent, then stepped out of the bathroom. He returned to the bedroom, turned on the air purifier, and cracked the window just slightly.
Once the scent in the room had faded enough, he closed the window again. Luckily, the early morning air wasn’t too warm. Seon Juho climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around Tae-rim. That cloying, sticky-sweet scent still clung to him.
Maybe it was because Seon Juho’s pheromones had lightened, but Tae-rim began to stir. He quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Tae-rim jolted awake as if startled. He must’ve felt how damp his underwear was. Clearly flustered, he scrambled out of bed and bolted from the room. It was almost painfully cute.
Seon Juho kept up the act, pretending to sleep until Tae-rim came back. From the bathroom, he heard Tae-rim let out a helpless groan—“Ugh…”—clearly embarrassed.
And like a complete pervert, Seon Juho found himself wanting to chase after him and beg for those soaked underwear—stained with pheromones and sticky with arousal. So when he heard the sound of Tae-rim rinsing them out, he genuinely felt a pang of regret. He wanted them so badly.
Much later, when Lee Tae-rim quietly tiptoed back into the bedroom and carefully slipped under the covers, Seon Juho stirred, pretending to wake up from the movement.
“Hyung…” he mumbled, reaching out in a soft whine. Tae-rim slipped into his arms, murmuring an apology and telling him to go back to sleep.
Seon Juho took Tae-rim’s hand and pressed it against his cheek. He felt Tae-rim freeze for a moment, but ignored it. Just like always, he rubbed his face against the hand, nuzzling into his palm. Even though Tae-rim had washed with soap, the lingering sweetness of his scent sent a dizzy rush through Seon Juho’s head.
When he buried his face in Tae-rim’s palm and inhaled deeply, Tae-rim startled and tried to pull away. But Seon Juho just smiled, catching both of his hands and placing them gently against his cheeks again.
Whether Tae-rim stayed stiff or not, Seon Juho shamelessly breathed him in.
“Hyung, your soap smells really nice,” he said—a lie, but not really. The soap did smell good. That part was true.
Tae-rim looked visibly awkward, but in the end, he gave up and let Seon Juho hold his hands. He had no idea what Seon Juho was really smelling. To him, the creature in front of him seemed like nothing more than a clingy, harmless puppy.
But Seon Juho wanted to breathe in that scent every single day. And he wanted to taste it.
Ah… if only hyung would sit on my face. I’d lick him until he was dripping wet. It would be pure bliss.
As Seon Juho indulged in those filthy thoughts, inhaling Tae-rim’s pheromones like a drug, an irritating matter surfaced in his mind.
Lately, the Center had been in the middle of a spy hunt. It was a hassle, but Seon Juho had gotten involved anyway—just in case those bastards tried to target Tae-rim. He couldn’t care less what happened to someone like Choi Jiwoon, but the thought of Tae-rim being in danger was absolutely unacceptable.
The Center Director had requested reinforcements from an S-rank mental-type Esper stationed in District 2. But with the news of a spy in District 1, the other districts had also gone into high alert, launching their own investigations. That meant it would take some time before the Esper from District 2 could make their way over. No matter how urgent District 1’s request was, the others weren’t about to give up their turn.
Mental-type Espers were rare. Across all the districts, there was only one S-rank and three A-ranks. Thankfully, one of those A-ranks was already in District 1, so the investigation had started with the lower-ranked Espers.
And almost immediately, one tried to flee and was caught. The other two surrendered without resistance.
The strange part was those two—just a D-rank and an F-rank—had been at the Center for quite some time and had never once shown suspicious behavior. Most of the actual dirty work had been done by the two who’d tried to kidnap Choi Jiwoon and later took their own lives after being captured.
As for the remaining two, they claimed to know nothing beyond that.
