Chapter 84
Do-heon’s answer flowed into Cheong-yeon’s ear, disturbingly gentle. Unknowingly, Cheong-yeon swallowed dryly from the fear overwhelming him.
Having been dragged into Do-heon’s room during his rut cycle, he didn’t expect it would end with just one ejaculation. Even though he had anticipated this to some extent, a chill ran down his spine.
Today especially, the touch on his chin and the pheromones were infinitely sweet. The uncharacteristically affectionate behavior felt somehow like well-packaged bait. A dizzying warning stimulated his mind that if he took it wrongly, he might be pulled in completely.
As if knowing exactly what Cheong-yeon was thinking, Do-heon completely removed Cheong-yeon’s rolled-up top to prevent him from pulling away further. Then he meticulously wiped off the semen on his face and chest.
After throwing the soiled clothes under the bed, he scattered tiny kisses on his smooth, round shoulders.
The pheromones that had been pouring out suffocatingly until just now were thinned out, allowing Cheong-yeon to feel them with less resistance.
“Haa.”
As if responding, Cheong-yeon’s heart beat rapidly and heat rushed to his face. The effects of alcohol had long since faded. A lukewarm excitement spread throughout his body, relaxing his previously tensed muscles.
Enchanted by the person before him, Cheong-yeon slowly blinked.
“By the way, who told you I was in rut?”
Do-heon, who had been gently nibbling on the pale skin, suddenly asked with curiosity. Cheong-yeon shook his head as if he knew nothing. Then he embraced Do-heon’s neck as he buried his face against Cheong-yeon’s chest.
As if placated by the accepting gesture, Do-heon willingly nestled in.
“…I suppose the interrogation can wait.”
There are more urgent matters now. Do-heon murmured, steadily stroking up Cheong-yeon’s waist.
At the explicit mention of interrogation later, Cheong-yeon’s eyes widened.
“Wait, Director. If you say something to the house staff, mmm, you shouldn’t. Okay?”
“I’ll handle that myself.”
“But still. I threatened them to tell me first. They had no choice but to speak.”
“Threatened? You? How terrifying that must have been.”
As soon as Do-heon heard that Cheong-yeon had threatened an employee, a smile played on his lips. It was clear he didn’t take it seriously and instead found it rather amusing.
“If they really gave in to such a feeble bluff, all the more reason not to keep them in the house.”
“Director.”
Cheong-yeon grabbed Do-heon’s face with both hands, lifting it to meet his eyes.
“You don’t need to go that far. They probably spoke out of concern for you.”
“You want me to leave alone someone who spread information without permission?”
He asked in a lowered voice. His pheromones felt prickly where they touched Cheong-yeon’s body, suggesting his displeasure.
It was such an honest reaction that it was hard to believe he was typically skilled at hiding his thoughts. The rut cycle was probably making his emotions more pronounced.
“Is that what’s important to you? Actually… I’ve been wondering why you never told me about this. It wasn’t just once or twice, but three years.”
In truth, Cheong-yeon wasn’t in a position to say this, having concealed more about himself than Do-heon had hidden. Nevertheless, he wanted to know.
“I didn’t know anything. That even for a Dominant Alpha, continually suppressing rut can cause problems. I didn’t know you were holding back. If I had known…”
“If you had known?”
Do-heon interrupted.
“What should I have said? Every time our bodies touched, you couldn’t avoid it but just rolled your eyes pitifully with an anxious face.”
“…”
“Should I have said that even if it hurts to sleep with me, you should fulfill your duty to my rut because you’re my husband?”
His voice was quite self-deprecating. Cheong-yeon moved his lips before answering in an uncertain tone.
“Still, we could have found a way.”
“…”
“Like now.”
Though they were no longer a married couple, Cheong-yeon spoke firmly, as if he still felt responsible.
Do-heon was silent for a moment. The fact that they still felt a certain amount of responsibility toward each other was a chronic habit from their married life.
However, both Do-heon and Cheong-yeon were fulfilling that responsibility in ways that didn’t reach each other. Because of that, their emotions flowed separately without mixing, like oil and water. For three years, they had festered in their separate positions.
“…You’re right. I should have said something sooner.”
Do-heon then completely removed Cheong-yeon’s pants and underwear. His breath had already roughened, as if he’d reached his limit.
“Seems like I’ve finally found a way today.”
“Director…! We haven’t finished talking yet.”
“Do I still look like I’m in a state to have a conversation?”
Cheong-yeon blushed at the hard, hot shaft pressing firmly against him from below.
A chill ran through his completely naked body. In contrast to the heat emanating from Do-heon’s body, the air in the house felt unusually cold today. Cheong-yeon lowered his gaze and hunched his shoulders.
Thinking that Cheong-yeon was afraid, Do-heon stroked various parts of his body with his hands, even as his cock throbbed as if it might burst from excitement. He continuously pressed his lips against Cheong-yeon’s flat chest, stomach, and sides.
“Hnngh… mmm.”
As he quietly received these caresses, Cheong-yeon suddenly remembered that he hadn’t showered yet. His half-closed eyes flew open, and tension returned to his body.
“Director. I haven’t showered yet. Could I quickly go wash up?”
Although he had washed in the morning, he might have sweated while meeting Kim Ji-han outside. Plus, he had been drinking.
Feeling belated embarrassment, Cheong-yeon squirmed in Do-heon’s embrace.
“Where to?”
Do-heon tightened his hold. Eventually, he buried his nose below Cheong-yeon’s ear to directly check if there was any odor, inhaling and exhaling.
“Hnngh, Direc-tor…!”
Cheong-yeon nearly screamed at the hot breath. Despite being told he hadn’t showered, Do-heon didn’t mind at all. Rather, he breathed in Cheong-yeon’s natural scent several times as if savoring it.
“I-I’m telling you, I smell like sweat.”
Cheong-yeon stammered in panic. His normally pale skin had turned beyond a rosy flush to a bright red, as if about to burst.
“You only smell good.”
Cheong-yeon’s shoulders twitched at the voice whispering into his ear, accompanied by moist breaths.
As if having no intention of letting go, Do-heon pressed his erection against Cheong-yeon’s lower body, confining him more thoroughly in his embrace.
“Or not? Do you smell of sweat?”
Do-heon muttered to himself teasingly.
“That’s why I said I wanted to shower.”
“I’m joking. You don’t need to wash.”
Do-heon’s pheromones, which had momentarily become faint, filled the room again so thickly that it was hard to breathe. Helplessly affected, Cheong-yeon bit his lower lip.
Do-heon easily manipulated Cheong-yeon’s mood, making him spread his legs. The pheromones that had been flowing in gently enough to make him slightly intoxicated now became sticky as if pouring down, making his breathing automatically quicken.
Enjoying Cheong-yeon’s unsettled response, Do-heon came in for a kiss. Already short of breath, Cheong-yeon felt lightheaded as Do-heon’s lips captured his, stealing away even the air circulating inside his mouth.
Struggling to receive Do-heon’s kiss, Cheong-yeon swallowed his moans each time Do-heon’s cock pressed firmly against or brushed between his legs.
“Ahh.”
He wanted to beg him to do something, clinging to him to the point that his struggle to go shower felt embarrassing now.
During a brief separation of their sticky lips, Cheong-yeon placed his hands on Do-heon’s firm chest and carefully stroked downward. Unlike himself, who was desperate for more contact, Do-heon seemed to have regained his composure.
The situation seemed reversed compared to earlier. Feeling somewhat frustrated that only he was being affected by Do-heon’s pheromones, Cheong-yeon deliberately didn’t hide his own pheromones this time, which he had been trying to conceal tightly.
In fact, due to his Recessive trait, he was only accustomed to hiding them; this was the first time he had seriously tried to seduce someone. So unlike Do-heon, his control over his pheromones was extremely awkward.
Struggling with his inability to use them as skillfully as Do-heon, he ended up exhausting himself instead. As Do-heon leaned in for another kiss, Cheong-yeon asked:
“…Doesn’t it affect you at all, Director?”
Perhaps a Recessive Omega’s pheromones had no effect on a Dominant Alpha. What little confidence he had plummeted rapidly. It seemed unfair that only he was intoxicated by Do-heon’s pheromones, hanging on him eagerly.
“Well…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
