Chapter 58
Cheong-yeon was inwardly shocked. In their previous relationship, it had always been Do-heon who undressed him.
Looking back, he had never once undressed himself in front of Do-heon. Of course, Do-heon had never made such a request before either.
Do-heon’s command seemed to confirm their completely changed positions, causing Cheong-yeon’s chest to tighten.
There’s an enormous gap between being a husband and being a sponsor, so he probably doesn’t feel the need to be as considerate as before. So there’s no need to be shocked.
Cheong-yeon reminded himself of this reality.
“Or should I still undress you?”
Frozen and unable to move, Cheong-yeon finally came to his senses, shaking his head. Then he began unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing.
Even with the alcohol’s influence, Cheong-yeon couldn’t prevent his heart from pounding heavily, like someone who had just finished running.
Each time he unfastened a button, the subtle sound of fabric brushing against fabric echoed intimately in the quiet room. As more of his bare skin was revealed, Do-heon’s gaze upon him intensified.
By the time Cheong-yeon unfastened the last button, Do-heon pressed the controller to lower the blinds on the transparent glass window that offered a clear view outside.
After removing his top, Cheong-yeon hesitantly placed his hands on his pants.
This surely didn’t mean just taking off his shirt. The thought that he had to remove everything, including his underwear, in front of Do-heon made his face feel like it would explode.
Biting his lower lip with his upper teeth, Cheong-yeon pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles.
The sensual sound of fabric falling to the floor tickled his ears.
“…I’m undressed.”
Awkwardly covering his lower body with his hands, Cheong-yeon glanced at Do-heon. For some time now, he had been struggling to control his pheromones, and his Omega scent was freely circulating throughout the room. Though Do-heon hadn’t mentioned it yet, he was surely aware.
Even though they were divorced and no longer together, Cheong-yeon couldn’t help feeling intimidated out of habit. The more perfect Do-heon appeared, the more clearly Cheong-yeon’s own flaws seemed to be exposed. That’s why, even during the time when he was hopelessly in love with Do-heon, he had to suppress his desire to run away in some corner of his heart. Just like at this moment. He wanted to hide somewhere beyond the reach of Do-heon’s gaze.
Do-heon stepped back, half-leaning against the desk with his arms crossed, appreciating Cheong-yeon.
Always passive in bed, Cheong-yeon didn’t know what Do-heon’s gaze meant. It felt as if hot sparks were rising from every part of his skin touched by Do-heon’s eyes.
Should I come closer? Or should I do something more here?
Unable to determine exactly what Do-heon wanted, Cheong-yeon lifted his lowered head and met his gaze directly.
“……”
Meeting those dark pupils somehow made it difficult to breathe.
After a moment, Cheong-yeon approached him very slowly and carefully. After taking just three steps, the distance between them narrowed to the point where their faces were almost touching.
Until then, Do-heon, who had been standing silently, raised his hand and brushed Cheong-yeon’s shoulder and collarbone. At the same time, Do-heon’s Alpha pheromones were faintly felt on his skin, causing Cheong-yeon to involuntarily shudder.
“Mm….”
I don’t know where to look.
Taking a small deep breath, Cheong-yeon’s eyes wavered aimlessly. His heart was beating so fiercely that he worried Do-heon might hear it.
“What are you thinking?”
Unable to bear the silence, Cheong-yeon gathered his courage and spoke first.
Do-heon tilted his head slightly and stared intently at Cheong-yeon’s flushed cheeks.
“I was wondering if I should touch someone who’s drunk.”
“I’m not drunk at all.”
Cheong-yeon immediately retorted.
He didn’t want to be further indebted to Do-heon. Relying on his kindness was even more out of the question. Even if he were drunk, that wouldn’t be a reason to avoid mixing bodies with him today.
Having already signed the contract and agreed to receive his sponsorship, Cheong-yeon had no intention of trying to weasel out of it. They had agreed to exchange one thing for another, and he too was obligated to comply with the terms of the contract.
“True. You do look fairly sober.”
Do-heon agreed with Cheong-yeon’s determined response.
“If you couldn’t even undress yourself, I was going to let it pass today.”
“That’s not necessary.”
Despite trembling, Cheong-yeon conveyed his intention with a clear voice. In response, Do-heon’s jaw muscles tensed visibly. He withdrew his hand from caressing the collarbone and traced Cheong-yeon’s upper lip with his fingertip.
At the same time, Cheong-yeon wrapped his arms around Do-heon’s neck and kissed him. Do-heon’s eyes widened momentarily at this aggressive behavior he had never seen before, but soon he was kissing Cheong-yeon’s lips as if devouring them, pressing against his bare white body.
“Mmm… hmm, ah.”
Each time Do-heon pushed against him, Cheong-yeon’s body was forced backward. As they remained entangled, stepping back, the back of his thighs eventually touched the mattress of the bed.
“Ah!”
Do-heon pushed Cheong-yeon onto the bed. Cheong-yeon’s naked body sank into the soft sheets with a large ripple. As their bodies naturally separated and Do-heon’s body heat was gone, a chill entered his unclothed skin.
Cheong-yeon drew his legs together and hunched his upper body, but soon Do-heon climbed on top of him, trapping his slender body between long, firm legs.
“What are you thinking?”
He asked while unfastening his belt, maintaining eye contact with Cheong-yeon.
Cheong-yeon felt dizzy from tension. He had thought he could endure it because of the wine, but now that he was on the bed looking up at him, his nerves were on edge.
“I was thinking that my pheromones are too uncontrolled… and wondering what if Director mocks me for being so incompetent…”
Remembering that Do-heon had told him not to lie, Cheong-yeon murmured insecurely in a timid voice.
“I told you I wouldn’t do that.”
Do-heon said as he completely removed his belt from his waist and tossed it beside the bed as if it was cumbersome.
‘What if you think I’m… strange?’
‘I won’t.’
Those were likely words he had spoken during his last heat cycle. Though his consciousness had been hazy since he was immersed in heat at the time, Do-heon’s voice remained vaguely in his memory.
Having already exposed all the symptoms of his heat cycle to him without taking any suppressants, perhaps Do-heon might consider his current state quite ordinary.
As Cheong-yeon recalled his heat cycle, he suddenly became curious about Do-heon’s rut cycle. Come to think of it, during their marriage, he had never once seen Do-heon experience rut symptoms.
“By the way, Director, during your rut cycle… how do you handle it?”
Feeling uncomfortable in his position, practically pinned under Do-heon though he didn’t feel particularly heavy, Cheong-yeon shifted slightly as he asked. Do-heon pressed him more firmly between his legs, immobilizing him like a predator pinning down prey.
“Why? Planning to help?”
“…Should I?”
Is he implying that I should help him in the future? Cheong-yeon blinked, not immediately understanding.
Do-heon loosened even his necktie, which was constricting his neck. Then he slightly curved up the corner of his mouth, as if Cheong-yeon’s question was absurd.
“You can’t handle my rut.”
After throwing his necktie aside, he leaned down and kissed Cheong-yeon again. Even while receiving his sticky kiss, Cheong-yeon’s mind was racing.
Does his saying I can’t handle it mean he resolves it with other Omegas who can handle his rut? There seemed to be no other interpretation.
It wasn’t impossible, since there was no clause in the contract stating that he couldn’t sleep with other Omegas.
“Ah!”
Noticing that Cheong-yeon was thinking about something else, Do-heon gently bit his lower lip to get his attention. He reached out to caress Cheong-yeon’s stomach and waist while deeply entangling their tongues.
Eventually, Cheong-yeon erased the thoughts clouding his mind and focused on the kiss. Each time Do-heon’s hands touched him, a tingling sensation blossomed on his skin. His body involuntarily trembled, and his breathing became rapid.
“Mmm….”
The Alpha pheromones, which had been almost perfectly controlled until just now, were now quite strong. Though it wasn’t entirely comfortable, Cheong-yeon pretended to be unaffected as he wrapped his arms around Do-heon’s neck.
Something he had learned recently was that Do-heon was good not only at sex but also at kissing. He knew exactly how to breathe comfortably and how to drive his partner to the point of breathlessness. And he seemed to enjoy pushing those boundaries. Like now.
“Haa, haa….”
Cheong-yeon turned his head briefly to catch his breath. Do-heon obediently released his lips and firmly grasped Cheong-yeon’s soft buttocks.
“Ah…! Wait, a moment.”
Feeling the hands gripping his flesh with appropriate pressure, Cheong-yeon suddenly widened his eyes and grabbed Do-heon’s shoulders.
“What?”
Despite his resolve not to be as passive as before since he was receiving compensation, Cheong-yeon belatedly realized he was barely being dragged along as Do-heon led the way throughout. Just as always.
He had a vague certainty that this wasn’t what Do-heon wanted. He had even drunk alcohol to avoid acting so clumsily.
Moreover, despite how long it had been since Do-heon entered the hotel room, only Cheong-yeon was still completely naked. Fearing that if things continued this way, he would end up lying stiffly like before until it was over, Cheong-yeon’s eyes hardened with determination.
“Director, your clothes. Let me undress you.”
Watching Cheong-yeon speak with such gravity, Do-heon placed kisses in order on his white collarbone, nape, and the tip of his chin.
“Go ahead.”
As if pleased, he leaned in close and whispered lowly into Cheong-yeon’s ear. With Do-heon sprinkling kisses here and there, light sounds — “chk, chk” — continuously fluttered around his ears.
Cheong-yeon clenched his fists to hide his trembling hands, then opened them and began unfastening Do-heon’s shirt buttons one by one.
“Mmph. D-Director. That’s too…”
When Do-heon licked the fine hairs below his ear with his tongue, Cheong-yeon’s shoulders shuddered. However, after a brief pause, he diligently moved his hands and succeeded in unfastening all the buttons on Do-heon’s shirt.
Cheong-yeon placed his hands on Do-heon’s firm chest. Unlike all his worrying while waiting for this moment, once he made the decision and took action, his body moved naturally.
Carefully stroking Do-heon’s bare skin with his hands, Cheong-yeon kissed the tip of his chin and then extended his tongue to lick it. In response, Do-heon’s ribcage visibly expanded.
“Whew….”
Responding to Cheong-yeon’s clumsy caresses, Do-heon exhaled a long breath and removed his shirt. Only then was Do-heon’s taut upper body fully revealed. It was carnally impressive enough to elicit admiration.
For a moment, Cheong-yeon looked up at him as if entranced. Though it was the body of another man, it was clearly different in shape from his own.
Solid, broad, with muscle definition so clear and thick that the weave of muscles was visible. Even his Adam’s apple, collarbone, and shoulders were much firmer and thicker than Cheong-yeon’s.
Having never examined Do-heon’s body in detail during the past three years, it felt unfamiliar. It was understandable in a way, as he had always been too frightened, just hoping for the insertion to end quickly.
“You seem to like what you see.”
Noticing what Cheong-yeon’s gaze implied, Do-heon whispered mischievously. Swallowing dryly, Cheong-yeon nodded obediently.
“…Very much.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
