Chapter 88
Cheong-yeon stared blankly at the ceiling, sprawled on the bed with a haggard face.
Even though he knew this was Do-heon’s bedroom, he didn’t particularly want to get up and return to his own room. No, in fact, he didn’t have the energy to return.
How many times had he fallen asleep only to pass out again? Do-heon had continued their sexual activities every time Cheong-yeon woke up.
Caught while trying to escape during a shower and taken there, caught while crawling on the floor trying to escape the room and taken from behind, on the chair, in the dressing room, on the bed, on the table… He had been devoured by Do-heon in every corner of the room.
There were no other words to describe this outrageous situation except “being devoured.” It had been a long and arduous time for Cheong-yeon, having tried virtually every position imaginable.
Even when he had begged that he had nothing left to give, Do-heon had cowardly neutralized Cheong-yeon’s subtle rejections with his pheromones and satisfied his own desires.
After numerous sessions, he finally opened his eyes again. Now he was alone in the room. Judging by Do-heon’s absence, he seemed to have gone downstairs briefly to get food.
Often, whenever Cheong-yeon would drift off and wake up, Do-heon would bring food on a tray directly from the first floor, so he figured Do-heon would probably appear within a few minutes.
“…”
After spacing out for a while, Cheong-yeon looked around with sunken eyes. The only memories remaining in his mind were scenes of lovemaking too embarrassing to mention.
How many days had passed? He had no idea how long he had been confined in this room. He didn’t know how much he had slept, and with the blinds drawn over the windows, he couldn’t even gauge the time.
The fortunate thing was that the messy bed sheets and blankets had been replaced with new ones. The clothes that had been scattered on the floor were also completely gone. Judging by the robe covering his body, Do-heon must have washed him while he was asleep. He felt clean and fresh, with no trace of sweat or dried fluids.
Cheong-yeon rubbed his face with his hands, thinking about when and how to escape this house.
Come to think of it, there were many things to worry about.
Not only had he spent Do-heon’s rut with him without any planning, but the location had been this house of all places. Even when they were making the contract, he had been clear that he didn’t want to roll around with him in this house…
“Right. What happened to my schedule?”
On top of that, belatedly remembering various photoshoots and editorial schedules, his head ached.
What a massive mess he’d made. Given Do-heon’s personality, he wouldn’t have let the schedules be completely missed, but still, he couldn’t help feeling anxious.
Cheong-yeon sighed deeply and checked the digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was well past ten in the evening.
Maybe it was because it was night, but it felt cold somehow.
A chill ran through his body despite wearing a thick robe. Perhaps it felt cold because Do-heon’s warm body temperature, which had been constantly pressed against him without separating for even an hour, was suddenly gone.
Moreover, even Do-heon’s pheromones had faded considerably in the room, making it feel strangely empty. And somewhat unsettling.
“…”
To think that he, who used to be the most uncomfortable with Do-heon’s pheromones in the world, was now missing his absence. The rut cycle must be quite something.
That made sense, as Do-heon wasn’t just any Alpha but had a Dominant trait. It was natural in a way for a Recessive Omega like himself to be influenced.
Cheong-yeon shook his head and pushed away the complicated thoughts flooding in. Then, to dispel this quiet and chilly atmosphere, he raised his limp body and picked up the remote control.
When he turned on the TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed, the news came on.
He was flipping through channels, thinking it was about time Do-heon would come up, when:
“Huh?”
Cheong-yeon, who had been changing channels with a tired expression, suddenly paused. It was because a familiar actor was appearing on the TV screen.
“That’s… our drama, isn’t it?”
Cheong-yeon’s eyes widened. The first episode of the drama he had just finished filming recently was being broadcast in real-time.
For a moment, his mind went blank. Although he knew the air date was approaching, there had definitely been a few days of leeway when he came to this house. For the drama to be airing already meant…
How long have I been here?
“This can’t be happening.”
Cheong-yeon jumped up from his seat in alarm. As he searched for his phone to check the date, his movements were jerky due to the muscle pain spreading throughout his body with every move.
Oh my, ow ow ow.
Groans came out involuntarily. It was no exaggeration to say that everything below his face was a complete wreck.
“Where are you going?”
As he was looking for his clothes where he had kept his phone, Do-heon’s voice was heard.
Cheong-yeon hadn’t heard him come in, but Do-heon was already standing at the door with a tray of food.
“I was looking for my phone.”
Cheong-yeon said in a weak voice. Do-heon placed the tray on the bed and opened a console drawer to take out the phone for him.
“…Thank you.”
Cheong-yeon received the phone, glancing at him warily.
Because Do-heon had pounced on him every time he regained consciousness after passing out over the past few days, he instinctively assumed a defensive posture.
“…”
After checking the exact date on his phone with difficulty, Cheong-yeon was at a loss for words.
He had arrived on Friday evening, and today, when he had barely regained his senses, was already Wednesday night.
How could five days have passed? Even for a rut cycle, did they really just have sex for five straight days?
Cheong-yeon glanced at Do-heon with an incredulous expression. Though his face still showed no emotion, he seemed to be in a slightly better mood than usual.
He must have rarely left this bedroom for the past five days either, so it was unfair that only Cheong-yeon looked haggard. Cheong-yeon was furious with him.
Moreover, for the rut cycle period to be almost a week? Wasn’t he supposed to be Dominant? Does this make any sense?
“You look quite dissatisfied.”
“Do you feel no guilt for reducing a perfectly fine person to this state, Director?”
Cheong-yeon demanded, flaring up.
“I told you many times.”
Do-heon approached the bed and bent down. He gently stroked under Cheong-yeon’s chin with his index finger.
Cheong-yeon flinched at the ticklish stimulation and pulled his upper body back.
“That you couldn’t handle me.”
“…”
He was speechless because he knew that Do-heon had actually given him several opportunities to leave the house safely.
If he was going to hide his rut, he should have done it more thoroughly. Why didn’t he properly coordinate Secretary Shim and the employee’s stories, causing him to come here?
Even though he knew it was his own choice, Cheong-yeon was irritated, feeling like this whole disaster was because of Do-heon.
“I thought you might be hungry when you woke up, so I brought some food.”
Do-heon pulled the tray towards where Cheong-yeon was sitting on the sheet. It was a continental breakfast suitable for a light meal.
The moment Cheong-yeon saw the steaming soup, crispy baked bread, shiny fruits, and yogurt, he suddenly felt hungry.
Just seconds ago, he couldn’t get over the shock of being confined to this room for nearly a week, but now he wanted to fill his stomach first, putting everything else aside.
As he placed the tray on his knees and tried to dip the bread in the soup, his hands trembled. After barely taking a bite of the buttery bread, Cheong-yeon chewed diligently while still warily watching Do-heon.
“I won’t touch you, so feel free to eat.”
“You said that the last time I woke up too.”
Cheong-yeon shot back immediately. Do-heon had indeed brought food every time he woke up after passing out, but the problem was that he had never been able to finish any of it. Invariably, after emptying about half the bowl, Do-heon would be unable to hold back, pounce on him, and the cycle of suffering and passing out would repeat.
As if admitting his wrongdoing, Do-heon raised his arms and stepped back. Only then did Cheong-yeon feel reassured enough to place ham and cheese on his bread, take a large bite, and turn his attention to the TV.
The climax scene of this episode was just airing. Cheong-yeon stared blankly at the TV, forgetting to chew the food in his mouth.
Right after this would be the scene where his character appeared.
“The drama I filmed before—today’s the first broadcast.”
Cheong-yeon said in a voice mixed with equal parts expectation and worry. Do-heon’s gaze also turned to the TV.
He had originally planned to monitor it quietly alone, but watching it with Do-heon felt strange.
Wondering how he would appear on screen, Cheong-yeon tightened his grip on the spoon. Worried that his acting or vocalization might seem too awkward compared to the other actors, he swallowed the remaining food in his mouth and took a deep breath.
With their conversation interrupted, the room was now filled with the voices of the characters flowing from the TV.
“Ah.”
So focused on the drama, he didn’t notice that soup from the spoon had dripped down. Cheong-yeon belatedly discovered the stain on his robe and frowned.
As he looked around for something to wipe it with, Do-heon pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.
“Thank you.”
“There’s some on your mouth too.”
“Where?”
Cheong-yeon, who had been wiping his robe, fumbled around his mouth. Unable to pinpoint where the bread crumbs were stuck, Do-heon leaned in and directly licked it clean with his tongue.
“W-what are you suddenly…”
“The filming. Was it fun?”
Not stopping there, Do-heon kissed Cheong-yeon’s lips. Surprised, Cheong-yeon’s heart began to race.
“Mmph…”
“Wasn’t it fun?”
After briefly separating his lips, he asked again as if waiting for an answer.
“It was, mm, fun.”
Cheong-yeon tried to push away the body drawing closer, but Do-heon didn’t retreat at all.
Before he knew it, Do-heon’s hands were feeling Cheong-yeon’s bare skin under the shower robe. As he caressed the already swollen chest that had been sucked too much, the sensitized nipples stood up hard.
“Hngh. Ah, Director. Please… I can’t do it anymore.”
The moment he turned his head, pleading that he couldn’t continue, Cheong-yeon saw himself just beginning to appear in earnest on the drama.
“Just one more time, for the last time.”
Do-heon, despite also seeing actor Yoo Cheong-yeon filling the TV screen, untied the sash of Cheong-yeon’s robe and pushed it back.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
