Chapter 83
Cheong-yeon looked up at Do-heon with trembling eyes. He wanted to say something, but his mind went blank, and he couldn’t think of anything at the moment.
He had forgotten why he came here and what he wanted to say to Do-heon. The only sensation overwhelming him was the instinctive awareness that Do-heon was currently in a rut.
Without giving him time to adjust to this unfamiliar situation, Do-heon slipped his hand inside Cheong-yeon’s top. Reflexively, Cheong-yeon tried to push him away and raised his arms, but his muscles soon relaxed again under the influence of the blatant Alpha pheromones.
His arms went limp, and strangely, his breathing became rapid on its own. Above all, his lower abdomen tingled despite not being touched. As if craving something.
Do-heon pushed Cheong-yeon’s top up to his collarbone, then twisted the exposed pink nipple with his hand before taking it into his mouth.
“Ah! Hnngh, not there…!”
The sucking sounds made his ears tingle. Despite the intensity of the caress, heightened moans escaped from his mouth.
Cheong-yeon grabbed Do-heon’s arm, his face showing a mix of desire to be closer to Do-heon and fear.
“Director… Haah, wait a moment. Right now, there are people outside… Ah.”
“You seem concerned about such trivial matters.”
Do-heon murmured as he gently bit the erect nipple.
Swallowing another moan that threatened to burst out, Cheong-yeon forced strength into his eyes.
“It’s a rut, isn’t it? I heard you weren’t feeling well… I was worried.”
Whether he was listening to Cheong-yeon or not, Do-heon thoroughly licked the pale areola. Cheong-yeon’s chest, which had quickly become plump and swollen, was wet with saliva and glistened.
“I didn’t come here for this, hah. I just wanted to check… ah. Just wanted to check if you were okay…”
“Really? You were worried about me?”
At that ambiguous voice that seemed both pleased and ominous, Cheong-yeon nodded.
Do-heon gently removed Cheong-yeon’s hands that were barely gripping his arms. Then he brought those hands to his groin, making Cheong-yeon touch his erect cock.
“Check for yourself.”
“D-Director!”
Feeling the hard shaft against his palm, Cheong-yeon panicked and wiggled his fingers. Even though Do-heon’s pants weren’t thin, the contours felt through the fabric were too distinct.
Startled, Cheong-yeon tried to twist his hand away, but Do-heon wouldn’t let go.
“I mean, not this… You said you were sick.”
“Indeed, I am in pain.”
“Ungh…”
“I’ve held back for too long.”
He frowned and muttered as if talking to himself. Then, still straddling Cheong-yeon, he lowered his zipper and took out his cock.
When the massive erect cock sprang out right in front of him, Cheong-yeon tightly closed his eyes, thinking it might touch his cheek. Fortunately, the shaft didn’t reach his face but stood upright in its original form.
Do-heon took both of Cheong-yeon’s hands, which he had momentarily released, and made him grasp his cock shaft.
“Hold it.”
He commanded in a breaking voice.
Cheong-yeon, with a flushed face, glanced at the hard cock in his hands. Perhaps it was his imagination, but it felt much heavier and larger than usual. Moreover, the veins protruding on the surface of the shaft seemed thicker and more intimidating than he had seen before.
“Ah…”
He wanted to tell Do-heon that this wasn’t why he came here, that he wanted to talk. He wanted to persuade Do-heon to calm down a little because he had questions, but it wasn’t easy to form sentences by combining the words tumbling around in his head.
Do-heon’s pheromones kept scattering his thoughts, as if telling him to abandon rational thinking and focus only on the instinctual act right in front of him.
So Cheong-yeon couldn’t properly protest against Do-heon, who dominated him like a predator and thrust his cock. Whenever he tried to express dissatisfaction, only sighs like moans escaped due to his increasing heartbeat.
As instructed by Do-heon, Cheong-yeon held the cock with both hands as if entranced. The pulsing sensation from the hot flesh transmitted through his fingertips.
Do-heon nodded in approval and began moving his hips as if penetrating.
“W-wait a moment.”
Cheong-yeon shifted his body, startled by the act of Do-heon pushing his cock deeply into the empty space between his palms and then pulling it out, as if using an orifice.
However, seemingly unwilling to allow resistance, Do-heon firmly locked Cheong-yeon’s body trapped between his thighs.
“Tighter.”
Then, gripping the back of Cheong-yeon’s hands, he made the space where his cock entered snug. Do-heon began thrusting his hips quickly into the narrowed opening.
“Hnn, Dir-ector…”
Cheong-yeon bit his lower lip at the strange heat felt inside his palms, unable to move in his position.
Each time the hard, hot shaft thrust into his palms, Do-heon’s adonis belt muscles split handsomely and writhed right before his eyes. And when the cock withdrew, his thick thigh muscles clenched in an incredibly erotic way.
“Haah, ungh. Ah.”
Even while his hands were being thoroughly teased, Cheong-yeon was embarrassed by himself for appreciating Do-heon’s movements, unable to overcome his instincts.
Perhaps due to the influence of the rut cycle, Do-heon was certainly reacting more sensitively than usual. He clenched his molars tightly enough for his jaw to twitch, suppressing his moans while gripping Cheong-yeon’s hands with just the right pressure.
He repeatedly penetrated, grinding the blunt hole and bumpy shaft surface against the soft entirety of Cheong-yeon’s palms as if probing the inner walls below.
“Huu.”
Do-heon’s expression, occasionally closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, looked both sensual and ascetic.
The resolve to have a calm conversation with him had already completely evaporated.
Cheong-yeon, who had been staring up at him in a daze as if entranced, unconsciously tightened his palms in rhythm with Do-heon’s thrusting.
“Kuh.”
Do-heon released a short moan through his teeth at the sudden pressure. Cheong-yeon loosened his grip whenever Do-heon pulled his cock back and gently traced the surface of the shaft as if tickling it.
Due to the precum from the cock’s urethral opening, Cheong-yeon’s smooth hands had long been wetly soaked. This caused embarrassing squelching sounds, like those that would normally come from below, to spread from his palms.
Among all the many body parts, there was no way the hands would have erogenous zones, yet each time Do-heon’s part, which emitted a thick masculine scent, roughly rubbed against his hands, Cheong-yeon felt a strange stimulation and curled his toes.
“Ah.”
He must have gone crazy. Had he always been this much of a pervert? To feel pleasure from such an act, neither a kiss nor a caress. Even though his entire body was marinated in Alpha pheromones, this was going too far.
While criticizing himself, Cheong-yeon couldn’t stop appreciating the aroused Do-heon. While he was afraid of this different side of Do-heon, a secret desire to satisfy him more emerged.
Do-heon’s hip movements became increasingly violent, and the speed at which he delved into the tightening hands quickened.
When Do-heon pulled his cock out to the hole and then thrust it back in, Cheong-yeon applied pressure to his wet, warm palms, wrapping tightly around his cock.
“Huhk.”
“Aaah…”
Soon, semen erupted from the cock buried between Cheong-yeon’s thin, white palms. Cheong-yeon opened his eyes wide in surprise at the sensation of something lukewarm falling onto his chest and chin.
Looking up at Do-heon, he saw him breathing heavily with a fierce expression. Their gazes met with Do-heon’s black eyes covered in desire. An indescribable chilling sensation ran down Cheong-yeon’s spine.
…What just happened?
Perplexed, Cheong-yeon looked down to check the semen that was heavily smeared on his upper body and hands. The scent of Alpha-specific pheromones and the fishy smell of semen brushed his nose.
“This…”
Cheong-yeon made a sound, fidgeting with his lips in a dazed state. But the following words didn’t come to mind. Just like before, his head was still foggy.
Do-heon rubbed his cock against Cheong-yeon’s wet hands as if enjoying the aftermath.
“Huuu.”
Like a beast marking its territory, he poured every last white drop of semen from the tip of his urethra onto Cheong-yeon and exhaled a long, satisfied breath.
“Are you… done?”
Cheong-yeon, with reddish cheeks, watched Do-heon’s reactions. Then he lowered his gaze to the heavy flesh in his hands.
“But why isn’t this shrinking at all?”
Cheong-yeon, who had been passively letting Do-heon do as he pleased, belatedly sensed something strange and asked.
Far from shrinking, it seemed to have become thicker and harder than before. Especially at the base…
When Cheong-yeon removed his hands in surprise, the menacing shaft twitched on its own.
“Is it because of the r-rut?”
Cheong-yeon knew what an Alpha’s rut cycle was. But it was only shallow theoretical knowledge, such as pheromones becoming more intense or losing rationality more easily.
Do-heon lifted Cheong-yeon’s slender chin, which was covered in his semen, and made eye contact. Without hiding his gaze, glazed with lust, he faintly raised the corner of his mouth.
“Because this is just the beginning.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
