“Open your mouth.”
And a white pill was held between Andrea’s thumb and index finger.
“You should take the medicine and sleep.”
Icanoth couldn’t even remember what effect the medicine had. He just opened his mouth because Andrea told him to. He bit the pill he was holding with his front teeth and put it into Icanoth’s mouth, then filled his own mouth with water and passed it all to him.
“Well done.”
The lukewarm water containing the pill passed through his esophagus and went much further down. Perhaps his body was so hot that even the lukewarm temperature felt cold… Before he could continue his thoughts, his consciousness went dark and ended.
7: Restraints. And Continuously
One week.
A full week.
Emphasizing the time of one week ultimately only emphasized the wretchedness, but Icanoth traced the time day by day. During the long week spent together at Andrea’s house, he somehow remembered some of what had happened in his dreams.
The memory of being violated by four Andreas. But by the time he recalled this, he was already being violated by Andrea in reality, so it didn’t come as a great shock. However, his current appearance at least… he thought might be somewhat shocking.
Gradually, his appearance with Andrea was becoming similar to what he had seen in his dreams.
He didn’t resist or dislike whatever Andrea did. He spread his legs and cried out in pleasure, and if there was a request, he followed it blankly. It seemed to provide not just comfort but also mental stability. Since he wasn’t suffering, it wasn’t painful.
Since he didn’t resist, Andrea didn’t do harsh things or things that would cause shame, and treated him affectionately. Though he still never left the bed except to go to the bathroom, he resolved most matters on top of it. Meals, conversations with people, sleep, sexual relations with Andrea.
The sexual relations with the now affectionate Andrea reminded him of times in the past… when he thought things were good between himself and Andrea. He was kind, and they were comfortable together even without much conversation. When Andrea smiled, he could smile back. Conversely, when he smiled, Andrea would smile back. Yes. He had been such a kind person from the beginning.
And so, suddenly, several movies he had seen flashed by. Before… that is, before signing the contract with Andrea, he used to watch a lot of movies. On days without appointments, he would lean against the wall and watch numerous movies on the television at home. Changing one DVD after another from the stack he had accumulated.
Among them were often thrillers. They featured protagonists who were kidnapped or trapped in inescapable situations. The suffering protagonists escaped. And when the protagonist escapes… the perpetrators become even more harsh. It was a cliché. Watching these repetitive contents, he thought:
Wouldn’t it have been better not to escape?
If I hadn’t attempted to escape either—no, I never escaped. I just briefly made eye contact with Bjorn. Before that, I had struggled because it felt like I was being eroded by Andrea. Even though that was all, Andrea became harsh.
So what would happen if I actually ran away on both feet? As Icanoth was thinking blankly, a shadow fell over his head. It was Andrea, dressed in a suit. His face, which wasn’t clearly visible before, gradually became distinct. He was worried about him.
“You look tired.”
“…”
“Sleep a little. I’ll wake you up later.”
“…Are you going out?”
“I’ll be back soon.”
He couldn’t answer that. Andrea pressed his lips against Icanoth’s. His breath lingered and then disappeared.
“So wait for me here.”
The word “obediently” wasn’t heard, but it felt like it was included. Icanoth said nothing as he watched the hand stroking his forehead. In the silence, only the occasional sounds of Andrea moving were heard. The rustling when he pulled up the blanket that had slipped down to cover his chest, the mechanical sound from the remote control he operated, and finally, the sound of the door closing. As if hypnotized, he fell asleep right after hearing that.
Icanoth’s dream wasn’t far away. Just, though the process of falling asleep was quite peaceful, the dream wasn’t, so it couldn’t be a peaceful dream.
‘Bjorn-ssi!’
In the dream, Icanoth was running down a sloped path. Stretching out his hand to catch Bjorn who was trying to move away from him, despite feeling like his chest would burst from being out of breath, he continued calling out to him and running forward. Bjorn, who seemed close enough to catch, kept getting further away right in front of him.
Bjorn-ssi, Bjorn-ssi, he couldn’t catch him as he calmly walked away, seemingly not hearing Icanoth’s urgent calls.
‘Bjorn-ssi, please!’
And then he finally caught him. He grabbed both his arms and made him turn around. The face he had wanted to see was close. You’re still the same, nothing has changed. Just as he was relieved by that, Bjorn, who had been looking down at him expressionlessly, frowned severely. His handsome face scanned Icanoth with a disgust he had never seen before.
‘Why… why are you—’
‘You smell like Andrea.’
‘What?’
Bjorn, who had been looking down at him with a contemptuous expression, came right up to him and inhaled. Knowing that was an act of smelling pheromones, he moved his body backward, but he couldn’t avoid Bjorn. Not just Bjorn, but Andrea too.
‘…!’
Andrea, who had somehow appeared behind him, held him tightly. His body, embraced like a rope, rooted to the ground. Despair settled in layers at the elegant laughter coming from above his head.
‘Don’t hide. We should show our happy appearance to Bjorn too.’
‘What have you been doing with Andrea?’
‘No… it’s not.’
‘Have you already forgotten what we did every single day, Icanoth? remember. Bjorn is asking.’
‘No!’
Though he answered “no” to both their voices, Icanoth couldn’t know what he was saying no to. There were too many things to deny. But all those excuses crumbled easily when they reached Bjorn’s unpleasant expression.
‘Can’t you smell this scent on yourself?’
The more he inhaled, the deeper the disgust grew. At some point, that smell Bjorn mentioned began to emanate from Icanoth too. The abnormally good smell from Andrea. Or his pheromones. The sweet tingling that made his nose ache sweetly circulated around. It was certain that the smells were becoming invisible small particles, embedding themselves all over his body.
‘It seems like it’s seeped into your bones, like it will never come off.’
‘No. It’s not…’
Though he spoke, this time he didn’t get an answer. Bjorn, who had an expression clearly showing his disgust, as if he didn’t want to stay with him for even a second more, soon moved away to a place beyond reach. From then on, no matter how much he stretched out his hand, it wouldn’t reach, and Icanoth couldn’t catch Bjorn. It wasn’t because he was caught by Andrea. It was because, as Bjorn said, the smell that had seeped into his bones wouldn’t come off at all.
It’s not just the skin; Andrea’s pheromones are stuck to the bones, flesh, even between fingerprints. The dominant alpha wasn’t satisfied with just covering his body with thick pheromones; he had clearly devoured him. So that the same smell would come from anywhere one put their nose. With it being this severe, Bjorn couldn’t possibly not know. Realizing this belatedly, Icanoth scratched his body vigorously. Naturally, red blood seeped out as his long nails scraped the skin. But even from that blood, there was no fishy smell.
‘Ah…!’
Even from the blood circulating throughout his body, the same smell as Andrea’s pheromones emanated.
* * *
“Huk, hu… uu, hu. Ha…”
Icanoth’s hand, freed from the nightmare, scratched the air and then immediately grabbed his stomach. It hurt terribly. He got up with a long moan. He thought a large thorn had been stuck in his abdomen.
“Aungh…. Ha, it hurts… ah.”
Hurriedly lifting his clothes to look down at his stomach, aside from red marks perhaps from scratching in his sleep, everything was fine. Without an injury somewhere, there was no reason for this much pain, but after staring for a long time, he clutched his stomach tightly.
The cause was elsewhere. His lower region felt heavy even though he wasn’t in the middle of relations with Andrea. It felt like a path remained inside his body. Above all, the discomfort of semen pooled after knotting was distinct. This clarity was gradually painting the worst-case scenario Icanoth could imagine in his mind.
Pregnancy.
Though he knew recessive male omegas don’t get pregnant easily, and he also knew Andrea made him take contraceptives separately, Icanoth couldn’t bear the feeling that something was growing in his abdomen.
No, it didn’t end with just a feeling.
It was clear that an invisible seed was taking root and embedding itself where it couldn’t be extracted. When the thought occurred that he needed to get this out somehow, strength he didn’t have welled up. He flung open the door that had stood like a sturdy wall. There was no need to hesitate.
Icanoth, with legs that moved creakily, practically ran through the corridor and down to the first floor. His eyes met those of several staff working in the mansion. The manager, who had been briefed by Andrea, approached with a smiling face, but none of the kind words offered entered his ears.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
