Chapter 138
It was far from humane treatment. Hyeon-woo felt dizzy at the sight, reminiscent of capturing a violent beast.
The image of young Tae-geon, restrained and being injected with a sedative while convulsing, flashed before his eyes. He never dreamed he’d face such a horrific scene again in this way.
Hyeon-woo’s sunken eyes turned to Tae-geon’s face. His gaunt features were covered in sweat-soaked hair, haphazardly sticking to his skin.
Unconsciously reaching out to brush away the hair, Hyeon-woo was startled. Tae-geon’s forehead felt burning hot to the touch. Above his thick eyebrows, a scar from something sharp was visible. It seemed to be from the accident, likely caused by the shattered windshield that had obscured his vision.
Of all the parts of Tae-geon’s battered body, his face had been the only unblemished area, but now even that was no longer true.
Hyeon-woo’s chest ached.
He had thought Tae-geon was living well, enjoying life to the fullest, prosperous and happy.
His mind was in turmoil. He couldn’t even grasp what he was feeling, confused by his own emotions.
As Hyeon-woo stared blankly at Tae-geon, the faint silhouette of a small, young figure sitting against the moonlight appeared hazily on his retina.
The scene played out like a panorama before his eyes: Tae-geon thrashing in pain, his limbs restrained by employees, the needle mercilessly piercing his skin, and soon after, his body going limp like a corpse.
Only after everyone left the room did Hyeon-woo emerge from the darkness, crawling on his knees towards Tae-geon. He remembers clearly, down to the last syllable, the words Tae-geon was muttering like a spell when he put his ear close to his mouth.
‘Dirty, dirty omega…’
How could he forget that night when he witnessed Tae-geon’s trauma firsthand?
How could he forget the night he held Tae-geon’s hands, swearing with tears to stay by his side for life, and the warmth of those hands desperately clinging to his even in a drug-induced stupor?
As Hyeon-woo gazed at Tae-geon with tear-filled eyes, he suddenly heard a low voice.
At first, he thought he was hearing things due to reminiscing about the past, but he wasn’t. Noticing Tae-geon’s dry lips actually moving on the bed, Hyeon-woo leaned in to listen closely. Just like that night when they were seven years old.
“…woo…”
It wasn’t clear. Hyeon-woo moved his head closer.
“…Han, Hyeon-woo…”
Startled by the voice calling his name, Hyeon-woo held his breath and pulled back. His heart sank.
…Did he recognize me?
However, Tae-geon’s eyes were still hidden behind closed lids.
“Han Hyeon-woo…”
Tae-geon tossed and turned, muttering Hyeon-woo’s name again. After repeating the same sound several times, Tae-geon’s body suddenly began to stiffen.
“…Keuugh-!”
A pained groan escaped through his clenched teeth.
Clang-!
The chains restraining Tae-geon’s arms scraped against the post, making a sharp metallic sound as he writhed violently. Alarmed, Hyeon-woo glanced at the door. If the noise got any louder, people might notice.
As Hyeon-woo’s eyes darted around anxiously, he spotted a cylinder with a silver tray. It seemed Tae-geon was regaining consciousness because he had extinguished the incense that was meant to keep him subdued.
While carefully scanning the area around the bed for matches or a lighter to relight it, another intense groan erupted from Tae-geon. Simultaneously, a strange sensation shot up Hyeon-woo’s spine, causing him to gasp and collapse to the floor.
“Huff, huff.”
A heat rapidly spread throughout his body.
…Heat.
It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in six years.
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Even though he had taken more suppressants than usual just in case, they were useless in the face of a dominant alpha’s rut. Once aware, his sensory nerves were going wild with the alpha’s intense pheromones penetrating through his skin pores.
Fortunately, the medication’s effects still lingered, allowing him to control his body at will and preventing his reason from being consumed by desire.
Like someone being chased, Hyeon-woo again searched for something to light the cylinder, but to no avail. Meanwhile, Tae-geon’s writhing became even more violent.
Clang-!!
The chains scraped against the metal post once more, screaming. The veins on Tae-geon’s neck stood out prominently, his Adam’s apple twitching like a time bomb ready to roar at any moment.
Growing desperate, Hyeon-woo rushed to Tae-geon. He firmly grasped one of Tae-geon’s hands bound to the post with both of his own. If what Ju-on said about Tae-geon imprinting on him was true, perhaps he could subdue Tae-geon’s rut with his own pheromones. He pinned all his hopes on this gamble-like possibility. It was the only option left.
Hyeon-woo slowly began to release his pheromones. He felt Tae-geon’s sweat-soaked fingers twitch in his hands. Encouraged by this subtle reaction, he gradually released more pheromones.
The blue veins prominently visible on Tae-geon’s neck slowly subsided. The tense jaw muscles, clenched tight, also relaxed gently.
As Tae-geon’s rigid body gradually relaxed and seemed to stabilize, Hyeon-woo breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, he heard a different kind of moan, unlike before.
“…Hngh.”
“…?”
Puzzled by the moan that seemed to be yearning for something, Hyeon-woo raised his head with a quizzical look, only for his eyes to widen in shock.
Something as thick as an arm had prominently risen from Tae-geon’s waist. It was so noticeable that Hyeon-woo wondered how he hadn’t noticed it earlier. Its jerking movement towards the sky couldn’t be fully concealed even by the black robe.
Hyeon-woo’s face turned bright red as he tightly closed his eyes and focused on releasing as much pheromone as possible.
Concentrating, with a feeling of opening his aperture to the maximum…
He felt the hot sensation circulating throughout his body completely drain out through his fingertips holding Tae-geon’s hand. It was the first time he had released such a large amount of pheromones. Beads of cold sweat formed on Hyeon-woo’s forehead.
…This should be enough, right?
Half in doubt, Hyeon-woo opened his eyes, only for his face to turn pale. Tae-geon, with his brows deeply furrowed, was thrusting his hips into the air while letting out suggestive moans. The implications of those movements were clear, causing Hyeon-woo’s face to flush even redder than before.
“…Haa… Han Hyeon-woo.”
Hearing his own name amidst the sensual moans made Hyeon-woo’s face burn up to his neck. At that moment, another chilling sensation shot up his spine.
“…Hng!”
Hyeon-woo bit his lip, swallowing a moan as he shuddered briefly.
…What should I do? What do I do?
He needed to leave the east wing quickly before the medication wore off. However, leaving Tae-geon in this state was dangerous. He was like a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment. If Tae-geon were to roar during his escape, they would undoubtedly be discovered.
Gulp.
Hyeon-woo swallowed hard, staring wide-eyed at Tae-geon’s formidable dick.
Just once… If I could just relieve him once, it might be enough.
That should buy enough time to escape the east wing.
Having made up his mind, Hyeon-woo climbed onto Tae-geon’s bed and positioned himself between his legs. He untied the sash at the waist, parting the robe to reveal the massive organ. Hyeon-woo’s mouth fell open. It was shocking every time he saw it. He couldn’t believe such a monstrous thing had entered him multiple times.
Licking his lips dry from tension, Hyeon-woo reached out and grasped Tae-geon’s dick.
“Ungh!”
Tae-geon jerked his hips and let out a sharp moan at the touch. Hyeon-woo could feel the hot, hard flesh pulsating strongly in his hand.
Unable to fully grasp it with one hand, he used both to slowly stroke it up and down. Soon, sticky fluid beaded at the tip. As Hyeon-woo continued the motion, the viscous pre-cum trickled down the back of his hand.
Wet, squelching sounds softly filled the room.
Tae-geon’s appearance, completely surrendered to the sensations Hyeon-woo was giving him, his brows deeply furrowed, was excessively erotic. Heat quickly rushed to Hyeon-woo’s face as he looked down at Tae-geon. The organ, steadily growing in size, seemed to twitch like a creature with its own will.
“Kuhh…!”
With a deep moan, Tae-geon thrust deeply into Hyeon-woo’s cupped hands, releasing thick semen. Simultaneously hit by the explosion of alpha pheromones, Hyeon-woo doubled over, his whole body trembling.
Despite flinching from the intense stimulation, Hyeon-woo gritted his teeth and stubbornly reached out to catch all of Tae-geon’s semen. It was to ensure no trace was left behind.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
