Chapter 27
As Do-heon drew closer, his solid upper body and lips loomed vividly before Cheong-yeon’s eyes, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
“That’s a lie. In all the time we lived together, you were never like this.”
Do-heon knows nothing. That’s precisely why he speaks so easily about Cheong-yeon. As if he knows everything about Yoo Cheong-yeon.
Cheong-yeon was someone who could not satisfy him. He had too many inadequacies compared to Moon Do-heon, a Dominant Alpha. And now Cheong-yeon found himself unable to hide the fact he had desperately wanted to conceal.
“Because you avoided me like something dirty, haa… I endured by taking suppressants!”
Saying it out loud made him feel miserable. While knowing nothing about me. While not even trying to understand me. It felt entirely unjust that he was now speaking as if concerned, as if he knew everything about him.
“Do I really have to say this with my own mouth for you to understand? We’re already divorced, so why are you… making me… so wretched…”
Cheong-yeon pushed him away while crying miserably. His heart had been racing madly since Do-heon’s arrival.
Cheong-yeon craved Do-heon’s pheromones. Even while feeling so resentful toward him, he wanted to cast aside his pride and cling to him, so tempted by the pheromones emanating from him.
“So you were taking suppressants excessively because of that?”
“Huu…”
Do-heon pressed Cheong-yeon with questioning intensity. But no matter how hard he tried to listen, Cheong-yeon couldn’t properly understand his words.
Only Do-heon’s lips and thick Adam’s apple slowly flickered in his vision. All his senses were focused on Do-heon’s Alpha pheromones, which had begun to flow gradually, unlike before.
“Don’t cry.”
Despite his ears feeling continuously muffled, that one phrase came through with perfect clarity.
Cheong-yeon, having become infinitely vulnerable, opened his arms and embraced him. He felt the familiar pheromones from Do-heon’s body. It was as if the fog that had settled in his mind was momentarily lifting because of it.
“I… don’t know what to do to help.”
Ah. No. I’ll regret this later. His reason screamed in warning, but his body moved on its own. When Cheong-yeon wrapped his arms around Do-heon’s neck and lifted his head to meet his eyes, the gaze that had always been dry seemed infinitely tender. Even though that couldn’t possibly be true.
“…Give me.”
“Say it again.”
Do-heon said while supporting Cheong-yeon’s body to prevent it from collapsing.
“Kiss me.”
“…”
Cheong-yeon craved desire from Do-heon. His pupils were immersed in heat as if that was all he wanted from him.
Do-heon looked down at his former spouse, conflicted, running a hand through his hair with his lips pressed together. The image of Cheong-yeon who had been shouting that this was just how Recessive Omegas were until just a moment ago overlapped with the current Cheong-yeon who was at a loss with excitement.
Perhaps he should take him to the hospital even now. But considering how he had shown an almost convulsive rejection at the word “hospital,” even that didn’t seem appealing.
Cheong-yeon was moving and speaking almost entirely dependent on instinct. It was impossible to distinguish whether his actual rational self truly wanted Do-heon himself.
But without time to be conscious of it, Do-heon’s breath had already become as rough as Cheong-yeon’s. Even for him, this level of Omega pheromones was irresistible. Excitement swept through Do-heon’s body as if he had been infected.
As if entranced, Do-heon carefully caressed Cheong-yeon’s lower lip with the tip of his thumb. In response, Cheong-yeon’s red tongue followed the thumb, licking it before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it like a child.
Do-heon removed his hand from Cheong-yeon’s lips, lifting his chin while murmuring.
“Tell me. Say you won’t forget this when you wake up later.”
“Mmhm.”
“It was you who wanted me, even if just for a moment.”
Cheong-yeon nodded vigorously and pressed his body against him.
Simultaneously, Do-heon pounced on Cheong-yeon’s heated body and kissed him. Cheong-yeon received his weight with familiarity and entwined his tongue with his.
Hot breaths continuously exchanged through each other’s mouths. The inside of Cheong-yeon’s mouth was sweet and soft like whipped cream. Pheromones flowing from his entire body stirred all sensory organs. Veins rose on Do-heon’s temples.
He felt it was more difficult to control his pheromones now than during his own rut cycle. He had never before found his rationality so precarious.
Barely suppressing the urge to bite Cheong-yeon and have violent sex with him right then, he continued kissing as gently as possible. Although Cheong-yeon was clinging to him due to the influence of pheromones at the moment, he was generally timid, and would likely shrink back in surprise if treated even slightly roughly.
“Hmmngh… mmm, nngh…”
Before they realized it, the room was filled with both their pheromones. Cheong-yeon closed his eyes with a face full of ecstasy at the satisfyingly thick Alpha pheromones.
Do-heon skillfully removed Cheong-yeon’s pants. Unlike earlier when hesitation remained, his movements too had become urgent.
“Ah.”
With both pants and underwear removed, his slender legs were quickly exposed. Goosebumps rose on his thighs as they were exposed to the cold air. Even such subtle stimulation pleased Cheong-yeon.
Do-heon stroked Cheong-yeon’s white thighs with one hand while unbuttoning his own shirt with the other. When he roughly kneaded the smooth skin without a single blemish, Cheong-yeon’s legs instinctively spread.
“Ah, it feels good…”
Cheong-yeon tilted his head back with a face full of excitement and tension. Do-heon swallowed a sigh rising from deep within his vocal cords as he looked down at Cheong-yeon lying beneath him.
He used to look up at him with eyes so tense they seemed ready to cry at any moment. In contrast, now he was staring directly at Do-heon with eyes colored by excitement and anticipation.
His faintly double-lidded eyes looked particularly large today. Seeing his own image perfectly captured in those brown eyes that shone like glass, the desire he had been hiding raised its head and dangerously shook his reason.
For this moment at least, it seemed like Cheong-yeon genuinely wanted him.
So this is why everyone curses it as barbaric yet lives and dies by pheromones.
Do-heon, more accustomed to the Dominant society where being swayed by pheromones was extremely rare, self-deprecatingly mocked himself for getting involved in a situation he normally despised.
But such moments were only an illusion. Do-heon knew Cheong-yeon’s usual self. The pitiful look in his eyes when, after shining brightly, he would lie beneath him and become helpless, as if forcibly captured.
To forget the lingering images in his mind, Do-heon lowered his head and kissed Cheong-yeon again. And Cheong-yeon gladly accepted the kiss as if he had never once rejected him.
“Hoo. Spread your legs wider.”
Do-heon commanded in a low voice as he positioned himself between Cheong-yeon’s legs after briefly breaking the kiss. Then he moved his hand from Cheong-yeon’s thigh to rub the inside of his groin.
When his fingertips touched the tightly closed hole, Cheong-yeon thrashed like a fish caught in a net.
“W-wait. Lube… where’s the lube?”
“Is it necessary?”
Do-heon asked back, breathing roughly while their foreheads touched.
“Hng, we used to… Every time we did it, you always used it.”
“You’re this wet, do we really need it?”
He directly showed the hand that had just been caressing around Cheong-yeon’s hole. His fingers were glistening with transparent fluid, with no need for lubricant.
Crazy. No way. Cheong-yeon blushed in astonishment.
“Must be the heat cycle. You’re certainly sensitive.”
Do-heon pressed his index finger firmly around the hole again. This caused a gush of slick fluid to surge from inside.
“Ah, haahk…”
This was unimaginable during their intimate moments in the past three years of marriage. Perhaps due to excessive tension after experiencing his first heat cycle after marrying Do-heon, Cheong-yeon had always trembled in fear, unable to relax his body. As if wishing for this time to pass quickly.
His lower part had always been dry, and since Cheong-yeon would be in pain with each penetration, the frequency of their intimacy naturally decreased.
Now, the hole was so smooth that it was hard to believe that past. Do-heon inserted his finger into the closed hole.
“Wait, I… hnngh.”
The index finger was sucked in without resistance up to the second knuckle. Do-heon swallowed a moan at the tightness of the inner flesh gripping his finger.
“Does it hurt?”
“…No.”
Do-heon immediately inserted a second finger and kissed the tip of Cheong-yeon’s chin. In response, as if begging for a deeper kiss, Cheong-yeon tilted his head and pulled Do-heon’s neck.
While continuing the deep kiss, Do-heon pushed his fingers further inside and probed the inner walls. Obscene squelching sounds spread incessantly up and down, and the two displayed their pheromones to each other without restraint like never before, freely touching and exploring each other’s bodies.
“Hng, it’s strange… it seems too fast…”
When Do-heon inserted a third finger and began to actively widen the hole, Cheong-yeon twisted his body and emitted a moan.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
