Chapter 43
“Late? What do you mean late! They say when you think you’re late is actually when you’re earliest. Move aside. I’m leaving. Your pheromones are so deadly I can barely breathe.”
I tried to act normal, pretending not to be flustered, pretending not to be overwhelmed by those pheromones, joking around, but neither the pheromones nor Han Taekyung’s hands stayed where they should. As time passed, the pheromones became unbearably thick. Almost suffocating… What is this? Fear? How could anyone possess such pheromones? It’s practically a lethal weapon. The terror that I might be crushed to death by these pheromones. No, more than that, the fear that this alpha would tear me apart— Who was it that said rut doesn’t affect other alphas? I’m going to kill them. If I’d known this would happen, I would have left earlier.
“Han Taekyung. I’ll leave. I’ll leave, so please stop.”
I should just throw open the door and leave, but why won’t my body move? Cold sweat trickles down my spine. Fighting the urge to collapse right there, Igeon grabbed Taekyung’s arm.
“Sorry.”
Unable to meet his eyes, I twisted Taekyung’s arm and pushed him backward. I expected him to move easily, but Taekyung didn’t budge. He remained perfectly still, his breathing becoming increasingly rough. At the same time, Seo Igeon’s breathing also grew labored. Damn it, Han Taekyung was panting from the rut, but I was genuinely suffocating. Take it easy.
“Hey, why aren’t you moving! Let me go. Okay? I said I’m sorry!”
No matter how hard I pushed, he wouldn’t move an inch. Why is this guy so strong? It’s true that alphas get stronger during rut, usually about 1.5 times stronger. But looking at Han Taekyung’s condition now, he seemed about 3-4 times stronger. Is it because he’s a special alpha? If that’s the case, even kicking him wouldn’t help. Not that I want to go that far. I don’t want to hurt him.
“Damn… it…”
Han Taekyung shook his head as if in pain, then hit his forehead with his hand. He shook his head again and was about to hit his ear hard when Igeon quickly stopped him.
“What’s wrong??”
“…My ears… ringing pain… monster…”
“Monster?”
“Igeon… Seo Igeon… why are you here? Go quickly. The monster… if it swallows you too, I will…”
Until just moments ago, his breathing had been rough and his voice low and menacing, but now Igeon was relieved to hear Taekyung’s normal voice. Perhaps because of this, the pheromones also seemed to calm down. It was much easier to breathe than before.
“Don’t hit yourself, though. It’s not your fault. Don’t hurt your body.”
Igeon tried to stop Taekyung, who kept trying to hit his own head. Then Taekyung pushed Igeon hard and staggered over to a chair, collapsing into it. Seeing him clutching his head in agony, Igeon felt uneasy. So he made a foolish choice. He shouldn’t have weakened, but he did. Thinking that Han Taekyung would never do such a thing was a foolish choice. If he had just left then… if he had, a different future might have unfolded, but foolishly, the one who shattered everything was Seo Igeon himself.
“Han Taekyung. Are you okay?”
Reassured by the improved pheromones, he walked toward Han Taekyung one step at a time. Taekyung had warned him several times. And it was Igeon who ignored those warnings. He reached out and grabbed Taekyung’s shoulder. At the same time, Taekyung grabbed Igeon’s arm. When Taekyung raised his head, his eyes were blood-red. They had definitely been golden before, but now they were redder than blood—a warning sign of rut. Those eyes were so eerie—Igeon froze completely in the chilling aura, incomparably more intense than before. And simultaneously, Taekyung’s pheromones, which had briefly subsided, enveloped Igeon’s body with a depth and darkness incomparable to before.
“Han… Taekyung…”
That was all I could manage to say. I couldn’t say anything more. It felt like all my oxygen, blood, and energy were being drained away. Taekyung smiled, raising the corner of his mouth. His once gentle eyes sharpened as he yanked Igeon’s arm to the side. Staggering, Igeon fell beside the chair, his chest hitting the corner, and he rolled around in pain. Taekyung rose from the chair, pushed him away with his foot, and grabbed Igeon’s legs as he rolled, spreading them apart. He positioned himself between them, and when Igeon came to his senses, the sight of Taekyung’s swollen member snapped him fully awake. No way. It can’t be. He thought he was going to be killed. Usually, when an alpha in rut encounters another alpha, they often become violent out of fear that their omega might be stolen. That’s what he had thought, but he sensed this was something different. And that was even worse.
“No… right?”
“Han Taekyung, you wouldn’t, right?” I asked, but Han Taekyung didn’t answer. He just looked over Igeon’s body with his red eyes and pulled his legs until their lower bodies met. As their groins pressed together through the thin clothing, Seo Igeon shook his legs, but Han Taekyung didn’t budge.
“Damn it!!! Let go!! Let go, I said!!”
There was no choice. I didn’t want to go this far, but I had to escape this worst-case scenario. Only then could both Taekyung and I return to our normal lives, laughing about this incident once it was over. Igeon reluctantly twisted his leg and kicked Han Taekyung with all his might. When Taekyung staggered slightly, Igeon struck his face with the other leg and used that brief opening to escape and turn his body around. At that moment, a rough hand grabbed Igeon’s hair and slammed his head against the wall.
“Ugh-!!”
With the tremendous impact, he slid down and hit his face on the floor. Taekyung grabbed Igeon’s legs and pulled again. This time, as he lay face down, his pants began to be removed. Igeon wanted to lose consciousness, but he held onto his senses and clawed at the floor, trying to escape.
“Han Taekyung!! Snap out of it!! This isn’t right!! You bastard!!”
Having no choice, he released his own pheromones to emphasize that he was an alpha too, but it was useless. The room was already filled with Han Taekyung’s pheromones, so potent they neutralized and dissolved Igeon’s alpha pheromones. It seemed as if only Han Taekyung and the insignificant insect in his grasp existed in this place.
“No, damn it. Damn it!!”
This won’t work. Well, having his body penetrated… it’s not fatal, so he could endure it. But falling out with Han Taekyung was something he hated. He hated that more than death itself. They would certainly no longer be able to train together. It was obvious that even their dream of winning an Olympic medal would disappear. How could they have come this far together only for everything to vanish? It couldn’t happen. In his desperation, Igeon spotted the fallen chair and clenched his fist. He stretched his upper body forward as much as possible, grabbed the chair, and struck Han Taekyung’s head. Just enough to make him lose consciousness without seriously injuring him—just a little more force than a light tap. Fortunately, it worked. Han Taekyung staggered and fell to the side, and Igeon quickly got up, panting. Thinking his head hurt, he shook it, and blood dripped onto the floor. As expected, his nose was bleeding. He pulled up his sleeve and hurried toward the door. He took out his phone, but there was no signal. Damn it.
“Ugh!!”
Just as he reached the door, about to press the button, his ankle was grabbed again. He fell forward, and before he could regain his senses, he was dragged and thrown into a corner. Han Taekyung gripped Igeon’s ankle. The grip felt dangerously unstable, as if he might snap it at any moment.
“Don’t… do this. Taekyung… you’ll have a hard time if you do this. You’ll regret it. You’ll suffer.”
There’s no escape anymore. If that’s the case, shouldn’t we at least minimize the pain and hurt we cause each other? Igeon relaxed his body. Showing that he had no intention of resisting or escaping anymore, Han Taekyung’s hand, which had been about to twist his ankle, changed direction and grabbed Igeon’s clothes, undressing him. He pushed Igeon’s head to the floor and lifted his waist, grabbing his buttocks. Then he rubbed his member against Igeon’s entrance.
Never once had he thought that his dry entrance, not being an omega’s, would be penetrated by someone. Especially not by Han Taekyung… that such a great wound and pain would occur. Igeon gritted his teeth and cried. It was because of his intuition that the pain to come would be immense.
“Taekyung… Han Taekyung… please…”
Snap out of it now. Please.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
