Chapter 57
Woo Hyun-se’s scent, as cold as his image, felt only warm to Si-yul. He was drifting in and out of sleep. Si-yul nodded off, then jolted awake. He’d forgotten to put away the syringe.
His eyes wide open as if he hadn’t been sleeping at all, he sprang up. He’d seen Woo Hyun-se put it on the kitchen shelf, over his shoulder. He opened one shelf after another, finally finding the box tucked away in a corner.
Woo Hyun-se just reached in with his arm, but no matter how Si-yul stretched, he couldn’t reach it. After struggling for a while, he finally got a chair and climbed up to retrieve the syringe.
Where should he hide it so Woo Hyun-se wouldn’t find it? Si-yul looked around, then tilted his head, examining the box in his hand.
Did he even need to hide it? Wouldn’t it be enough to just tell him he’d manifested? What if Woo Hyun-se refused? How likely was that?
A million thoughts flooded his mind. Si-yul stood there, pondering for a long time, before climbing back onto the chair and putting the syringe away.
As he carefully climbed down, he heard the sound of a keypad being pressed. Like someone caught doing something wrong, Si-yul quickly returned the chair to its place. He hadn’t yet figured out what to say when Woo Hyun-se came in. Should he start with the manifestation, or with the heat wanting to spend time with him, or with a mundane “Welcome home”?
While he was pondering, the door opened. Si-yul hurried towards the entrance.
“You’re home.”
The greeting slipped out automatically. Woo Hyun-se leaned against the closed front door. Something seemed off, like he’d entered a strange place, not his own home. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Si-yul.
Woo Hyun-se’s cheeks were unusually flushed. He was breathing heavily through slightly parted lips.
“Kwon Si-yul?”
He asked as if confirming what he saw. Si-yul took a step closer, then instinctively raised a hand to cover his nose. It wasn’t the faint scent he’d first smelled when he entered the house. It was deep, rich, a honey-like concentrated fragrance that permeated even through his hand, touching his skin.
The scent penetrated him, as if dissolving his insides. Si-yul flinched. His cheeks tightened. His stomach tingled, his flesh softened, and a viscous fluid dripped down, pooling in his underwear. His lower body reacted against his will.
He almost collapsed to the floor. He managed to support himself by grabbing the wall.
“What…?”
He wondered what was happening. His legs went weak, making it hard to stand. His head spun, and his breathing quickened. The scent was the problem. The source was clearly Woo Hyun-se.
“You…”
Woo Hyun-se, sensing something, lifted his head from the door. Si-yul, though unsteady, leaned against the wall and slowly approached Woo Hyun-se. Then, as if that was his final destination, he buried his face in Woo Hyun-se’s embrace.
“I manifested.”
He’d planned a more appropriate surprise announcement, but the cloying scent made his head swim. His tongue felt like it was melting. Before his reason completely vanished and he collapsed, Si-yul hurriedly spoke, clutching Woo Hyun-se’s clothes and resting his forehead deeply against his neck.
“So don’t get the injection.”
When he pressed his cheek against his chest, he heard his heartbeat pounding in his ear. The scent intensified, threatening to engulf him entirely. Si-yul’s grip on the clothes tightened. Just as he was about to fall to the floor, an arm wrapped around his waist. Another hand cupped his cheek—a large, warm hand. Their faces were so close, their noses almost touching.
He had manifested.
The whisper was sweet. Si-yul responded with a silly grin. The lights in the hallway flickered back on, the reddish light shimmering like a will-o’-the-wisp, bathing Si-yul’s lips and eyes. In his round eyes, light and an emotion too shy to name mingled.
Si-yul took the initiative, pressing his nose against Woo Hyun-se’s. He rubbed his nose against his slowly, back and forth.
“Stay with me.”
“…”
The hallway light went out again. The hand on his cheek slid down to grip the back of his neck. The scent surrounding him sharpened like ice shards, and the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him in suffocatingly close.
Woo Hyun-se stopped Si-yul’s lips as he parted them to breathe. The pheromones rippled like a curtain, then crashed down like a huge wave. Unable to withstand the overwhelming force, Si-yul slumped like a broken doll.
His whole body felt heavy. Yet, even the slightest movement from Woo Hyun-se sent sparks through his spine. His body was no longer under his control.
He tried to use his arms to sit up, but the moment the scent intensified, the thing inside him pushed against his insides, making his legs buckle and collapse like a dead fish.
He felt like he’d drunk too much alcohol, or like he’d just surfaced after being underwater, gasping for breath. His body felt like it had been floating in space and had just landed on Earth, experiencing gravity for the first time.
Woo Hyun-se stayed there, never leaving. Even when he shifted his position, his head remained buried in Si-yul’s body. Si-yul’s struggles only intensified the hazy scent.
The scent was a paralyzing poison. It melted the brain, turning the body’s moisture into liquid that soaked the flesh. When the thing inside rubbed against his mucous membranes and withdrew, then smoothly pushed in again, droplets of moisture formed around the swollen edges, trickling down his thighs.
His insides felt strange. Even Woo Hyun-se’s fingertips sent shivers through him, making his flesh soften and ooze moisture. He writhed, trying to pull the thing deeper inside, and his toes curled when his nipples were pinched. An erection wasn’t something he could control. His nipples were also darker and erect.
His cheek was sore against the sheets. The other cheek was wet with tears. He was lifted up from behind, then pulled down, his side firmly grasped. His pubic hair scraped against his heated buttocks, then collided again.
Si-yul’s thighs trembled. He’d ejaculated several times, and his scrotum was shrunken like an empty pouch.
“Huk, ugh, huh.”
Woo Hyun-se slapped his plump cheeks hard. The stinging pain made Si-yul clench the crumpled sheets. His drooping flesh tightened, and clear liquid welled up at the tip. This crazy body reacted to Woo Hyun-se’s touch, even if it was a beating.
“Hmph… ugh!”
“What if you get tired already?”
He tried to sit up, groaning, but couldn’t muster the strength. Si-yul blinked away the tears and twisted his head, glaring at Woo Hyun-se. But the moment their eyes met, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he’d seen a wild beast tearing flesh in the dark.
His arms and chest bulged with muscles, as if he could kill a man. His dry lips were crimson, and his eyes held a strange light. When he brushed the hair from his forehead, his chin lifted slightly, his neck muscles taut.
He wanted to ask for a break, even a short one, but the words caught in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes from the overwhelming sadness, when Woo Hyun-se flipped him over. The thing inside him remained buried.
The twisting sensation, like someone was stirring his insides, was more pleasurable than painful. Si-yul squeezed his eyes shut. A tremor ran through his lower abdomen.
He hadn’t expected this. He’d been so confident that it would be no different from his past experiences. He’d underestimated Woo Hyun-se. Woo Hyun-se in heat was a beast in human clothing. This was his true form; he’d been pretending to be human all this time.
“—Ah!”
“Do you have time for other thoughts?”
Woo Hyun-se pinned Si-yul down by his ankles and covered him. Si-yul gasped under the weight. The deeper penetration, the copious fluids, the intense scent—his brain felt like it was going to explode. He couldn’t breathe, even though he opened his mouth. Even when he throbbed his chest, Woo Hyun-se held him down, making him feel trapped between thick walls.
Woo Hyun-se took even that away. He covered his lips with his, opening his mouth wide and sucking on Si-yul’s tongue like he was tearing meat. He bit his lower lip, his mouth slick with saliva, the excess fluid dripping out. He didn’t stop there, biting his earlobe and neck.
“Gently, just a little, ah, hmph, ah…!”
Woo Hyun-se didn’t stop, despite his pleas. It seemed like he couldn’t hear him. He wrapped his arms around Si-yul’s back, holding him close, and thrust deeply. Si-yul grabbed Woo Hyun-se’s back, desperately clinging on, but his sweat-soaked hands kept slipping. Even when he dug his nails in, there were no marks.
