Chapter 53
“Ugh!”
Tae-geon shuddered and trembled at the stimulation. Pheromones poured out like a waterfall. His clothes, discarded at some point, were strewn across the floor. Hyeon-woo’s pillow, soiled with semen from earlier, lay toppled among the clothes.
He had to admit it. He had underestimated it. He thought he could easily end the rut after a few releases.
Damn it…!
One release was all he managed. Aside from that first time when he rubbed against the pillow infused with Hyeon-woo’s scent, he couldn’t climax again. His dick, gripped in his hand, were swollen to their limit. The skin had turned red from prolonged friction.
No matter how much he rubbed and shook it, the engorged dick only leaked pre-cum from the urethra, showing no signs of ejaculating. It felt as if the base was tightly bound with invisible thread.
His entire body’s senses went wild, screaming a silent scream. His muscles contracted and relaxed uncontrollably with extreme chills and fever. His whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, goosebumps rose on his skin, and a strange stimulation spread to his peripheral nerves, racing through his entire body. Swallowing a groan in his throat at the terrible sensation, Tae-geon’s hand gripping Hyeon-woo’s bedsheet turned not just white, but took on a bluish tinge. The blue veins protruding on the back of his hand writhed ominously.
Breathing was difficult. Tae-geon’s eyes, clouded with heat, were blurred as he gasped for breath like someone who had just finished a marathon. Tae-geon reached out and grasped his own dick.
He closed his eyes and imagined Hyeon-woo.
Hyeon-woo, whom he had already taken dozens of times, was now riding on top of him, moving his hips up and down. With half of his dark pupils rolled back behind his eyelids and saliva dripping from his mouth, Hyeon-woo’s soft insides were roughly penetrated by Tae-geon’s dick. Each time, enticing moans burst from Hyeon-woo’s mouth. Without being told, he fondled his own nipples and trembled, a truly spectacular sight.
Tae-geon appreciated Hyeon-woo’s appearance with unfocused eyes. He thought the expressions and gestures were quite specific for an imagination, but then remembered that Hyeon-woo had looked similar on the day he had the flute shoved in his back passage. Tae-geon’s lips twisted.
“You were so adorable that day.”
When Tae-geon mischievously rubbed Hyeon-woo’s dick as he rode on top of him, Hyeon-woo arched his back and writhed in pleasure. As he gently scratched the urethra, wet with pre-cum, with his fingernail, Hyeon-woo’s inner walls twitched and tightened around Tae-geon’s dick.
A low moan escaped Tae-geon’s throat at the exquisite sensation. He grabbed Hyeon-woo’s pelvic bones on both sides and lifted him up, causing the dick inside to partially withdraw. From that position, Tae-geon aimed his glans at Hyeon-woo’s entrance and thrust his hips up in one go.
“Ugh.”
The entrance was penetrated in one breath. Hyeon-woo’s entire body convulsed, his head thrown back like a fish skewered on a stick. Tae-geon let out an exclamation at the blissful sensation of the unfamiliar inner depths. It was narrower, hotter, more humid, and softer than the outer walls.
Tae-geon began to thrust vigorously. Something hard touched the tip of his glans. He embraced Hyeon-woo’s upper body and thrust his hips up as if to split his cervix, causing Hyeon-woo to burst into tears, saying it hurt. When Tae-geon’s movements stopped at this, Hyeon-woo’s lower body began to move like a dog in heat, despite crying and saying he didn’t want it.
Every time Hyeon-woo raised and lowered his hips, Tae-geon’s dick appeared and disappeared countless times. When it was buried to the root inside, a thick bulge rose on Hyeon-woo’s thin stomach. When he pressed that area firmly with his hand, Hyeon-woo’s body trembled as if electrocuted, and a suppressed cry of pleasure burst from his mouth. Tae-geon watched intently as Hyeon-woo’s delicate muscles writhed in pleasure.
The wet sounds of the flesh column entering and exiting filled the room. White foam formed on Tae-geon’s pubic hair, wet with bodily fluids, as the friction continued. Hyeon-woo’s slender lower abdomen contracted fully as he approached climax. Finally, Tae-geon, who had been looking at Hyeon-woo as if he wanted to devour him, ejaculated inside. Simultaneously, semen burst from Hyeon-woo’s dick, splattering up to Tae-geon’s ribs.
Breathing heavily, Hyeon-woo collapsed onto Tae-geon’s upper body. Hyeon-woo’s tongue was hot as it licked the semen he had spilled, roaming over Tae-geon’s ribs.
Hyeon-woo’s face looked as bewitching as a nine-tailed fox, seeming to want something more as he gazed at Tae-geon, teasing him. Like someone willingly tearing open their chest to offer their liver to such a nine-tailed fox, Tae-geon, as if entranced, knotted inside Hyeon-woo’s entrance. The joining parts locked together without any gaps. Tae-geon embraced Hyeon-woo in his arms as if to crush him. A deep sense of fulfillment enveloped his entire body.
Tae-geon roughly grabbed the bed sheet. Strangely, some sensations that were mere imagination felt so vivid, as if he had already experienced them, which made him rather uncomfortable.
The fantasy in his head ended with the knot releasing, but his dick remained unchanged from the beginning. No, they were even worse off. His craving only deepened with unfulfilled desire. He tried rubbing Hyeon-woo’s discarded pillow again, but it was useless.
It won’t work with any other omega.
Han Hyeon-woo. This terrible thirst could only be quenched through Hyeon-woo.
“…hah …hah.”
Han Hyeon-woo!!
Grinding his teeth, Tae-geon felt his vision go white and his mind grow distant.
Only after repeating the cycle of suffering from unfulfilled longing and passing out three times did Tae-geon finally free himself from the terrible rut.
*
As December arrived, the weather turned bitterly cold. Today, his physical condition was worse than usual. Hyeon-woo was gripped by an ominous feeling. It seems it’s finally about to start, that cursed heat cycle.
He checked the calendar on the bedside table. It was well past the expected date. He thought his cycle had stabilized, but it seemed to have become a mess again, perhaps due to stress.
He couldn’t use community sites like before. Since running away, he hadn’t even dared to log into websites. There was a risk of his IP being traced and his location being discovered by Tae-geon.
His chest burned at the thought of Tae-geon. Hyeon-woo touched his forehead, which had suddenly become feverish. For now, he decided to focus solely on how to spend his heat cycle. Even that alone was enough to make his head feel like it would burst.
For some reason, it seemed he had a constitution that didn’t respond to suppressants, so there was only one way to get through the heat properly.
Sex with an alpha.
It was terrible. This omega body that couldn’t bear not having an alpha’s cock stuffed in it like a meal once a month. He couldn’t stand how filthy and ugly he felt about himself.
His stomach turned with rising disgust. Hyeon-woo ran to the bathroom and retched, clutching the toilet.
[I have an appointment and will be going out. I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t worry.]
Leaving behind a single note, he left the house. Unable to bring himself to seduce an alpha while sober, Hyeon-woo decided to roam the entertainment district teeming with low-quality alphas.
He thought they would naturally be drawn to his pheromones as he walked alone. With that single thought in mind, he walked and walked, but nothing happened. For some reason, not a single alpha pounced on him.
Hyeon-woo tilted his head, looking at the sky turning a pale blue as dawn broke. He buried his nose in his arm and inhaled. For some reason, he couldn’t smell any foul odor.
Had he mistaken the symptoms?
Returning home without results, Hyeon-woo felt the burning sensation starting to spread through his body again late at night, just like yesterday. He went out to the bustling area once more. His feverish head was dizzy. Soon, his underwear would be soaked with sticky fluid, and his body would reek of a rotten smell.
He walked and walked aimlessly. And so he greeted dawn again. He had wandered the entertainment district like a madman, but nothing had happened.
Could the heat cycle suddenly disappear…? Or could his phenotype change again…?
Wondering about this, Hyeon-woo’s steps came to an abrupt halt as he was heading home. He hurriedly retraced his steps and bought an omega pregnancy test at a pharmacy with a “24-hour service” sign. Hyeon-woo’s face was pale as he made the purchase.
…It can’t be. It won’t be.
The doctor had clearly diagnosed that pregnancy would be difficult, saying his reproductive organs were barely formed.
Returning home in a daze with a bloodless face, Hyeon-woo went straight to the bathroom. He took the test out of the box, urinated on it as per the instructions, and stared at the result window.
Two lines for pregnant, one line for not pregnant.
As soon as the urine touched it, one red line appeared.
Stop, stop right there.
Please stop here.
Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. Kneeling on the bathroom floor, Hyeon-woo clasped his hands together as if in prayer. He swallowed dryly. His eyes, anxiously waiting for the result, soon widened in shock.
“…!”
Below the red line from earlier, another line started to faintly reveal itself. It gradually became clearer until finally, two distinct red lines appeared on the window.
…Pregnant.
He was pregnant.
Imperial Notes: Damn he is pregnant now this is getting more intense.
