Every time he opened his eyes, more time had slipped by.
The children grew up fast. Sure, they were still only a little bigger than cotton balls, but the pace was unbelievable—as if they’d grown overnight. It felt both surreal and a bit sad.
Their territory had widened since then. Whether it was because they’d dealt with a monster or simply because this fantasy space was safe, they’d occasionally venture out to the lake with the kids.
Over time, Eun-jo, too, had grown accustomed to this life.
“Yaah, today it’s yellow!”
A face that looked like a perfect blend of Eun-jo and Lee Sang-heon peeked out from beneath the hem of a T-shirt. As Eun-jo dressed them one by one, patting each of their backs, the children bolted out of the cave with excited shouts.
“Is it really okay to just let the kids run off like that?”
“I can hear everything.”
Lee Sang-heon, who had wrapped his arms around Eun-jo from behind, murmured quietly. A moment later, warm lips brushed his cheek.
“I hear everything you do at night, too.”
A light kiss was followed by another, more lingering one.
“Every single thing you do at night…”
“What exactly did I do…?”
With days and months slipping by in an instant, it had become hard to remember what even happened yesterday. As Eun-jo slowly looked up, he met Lee Sang-heon’s gaze, who was looking down at him.
Those gray eyes mirrored Eun-jo’s own reflection. Flinching, Eun-jo turned his eyes away, shivering.
“Why are you looking at me like that…?”
Something felt off. Even considering the gate’s influence, it felt oddly natural to lean against Lee Sang-heon’s chest, to have children who looked like rabbits—or no, more like fluffy little Pomeranians.
And Lee Sang-heon clung to him like he had separation anxiety. In his beast form, he’d coil around Eun-jo like he was cradling something precious. In human form, like now, he supported Eun-jo’s back with the same gentle care.
Every time he did, Eun-jo felt that strange flutter in his chest again.
It really feels like I’ve become a woman…
The warmth pressed against his back made Eun-jo fidget.
“Move back a little…”
“No.”
As he tried to squirm away, a firm arm wrapped tighter around his waist.
“You moan every night.”
He tilted his head slightly. Gray hair tumbled over Eun-jo’s shoulder as soft lips pressed against the nape of his neck. At the ticklish sensation, Eun-jo let out a breathy moan, and a smile crept onto Lee Sang-heon’s lips, as if he found it adorable.
“I want to have a baby right here.”
His hand gently caressed Eun-jo’s lower belly—the same belly that had been swollen just a few days ago.
“You’re asking me to put it in, aren’t you?”
“Huu…”
Before Eun-jo could reply, a cool hand slipped under his clothes. The fingers that wrapped around his lower half moved slowly, sending tremors of anticipation through his body.
When that hand tightly gripped the plump head, Eun-jo moaned and instinctively pushed his hips forward. Lee Sang-heon, still burying his face in Eun-jo’s shoulder, inhaled deeply.
A sweet scent drifted out. It was the smell of fruit left out under the midsummer sun—overripe and ready to melt.
“Darling, lie down on your stomach.”
That single sentence was enough to signal: his mate was in heat.
Panting, Eun-jo braced both arms against the floor. Lee Sang-heon kissed down his back, whispering praise as he moved his hips in time.
“Ahh, uh…, it feels good…”
The moment he stroked from the base to the tip, a broken moan spilled out. Seizing the opportunity, Lee Sang-heon lifted Eun-jo’s waist with one hand.
His plump buttocks were now fully exposed. It was a spot that always turned red after mating because of its tender softness. Lee Sang-heon licked his lips and pressed his face between them.
“Ha, ngh…! Sang-heon…!”
As his tongue slipped into the narrow hole, Eun-jo jolted.
“Not now, ngh! Not now…! The kids, ngh!”
But Lee Sang-heon ignored him, instead stroking Eun-jo’s cock even faster. Eun-jo moaned helplessly, overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over him.
Lee Sang-heon savored him like a rare delicacy, obscene sounds filling the space as his tongue explored deeper. He gently twisted the tip inside the hot passage, slowly loosening the inner walls. If he didn’t stretch it out properly, Eun-jo would cry later from the pain—so he took his time, easing in bit by bit.
“Euhueuk…! Ah, ah!”
When he finally hit the sensitive spot with his tongue, Eun-jo’s moans turned sharper. At the same time, cum spurted from his cock.
“You came fast today.”
Turning Eun-jo’s face toward him, Lee Sang-heon squeezed out the last drops. Their lips met, and the fresh taste of his release flowed into his own mouth. It felt thrilling and strange—like they were really in heat, sharing everything. Eun-jo clung to Lee Sang-heon’s lips, letting out soft “Ung, ung” sounds.
When their lips finally parted, a thin string of saliva stretched between them like silver thread. As Lee Sang-heon wiped his bottom lip, he stared at Eun-jo’s face. There was nothing vulgar about those dazed, heat-flushed eyes, trembling lips, or pink-tinged cheeks.
“Hngh…”
As if asking for another kiss, Eun-jo leaned in with a soft whimper. Lee Sang-heon responded by slipping a finger between his parted lips.
“Stick out your tongue.”
“Mmh…”
A flushed, pink tongue peeked out timidly between his lips. As Sang-heon ran his fingers along the slick surface—almost as if he were thrusting—the sound of wet squelching filled the air.
“Hnn, mm, ugh…”
“Gotta get it nice and wet. It’s going inside you, after all.”
“Mm, ugh…”
Eun-jo nodded, still unsure what he meant, moving his tongue in obedience. The innocent look on his face was unbearably cute.
Sang-heon withdrew his fingers and leaned in, smearing Eun-jo’s saliva thoroughly over his entrance and the head of his cock.
He wasn’t the only one reaching his limit. Spreading Eun-jo’s cheeks, he lined himself up with the quivering hole.
“Ah, ahhhngh…”
His thick tip pushed past the loosened rim and sank in deep. The entrance stretched obscenely around the swollen head, the pressure vivid and raw.
Eun-jo sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing at the sensation of being split open.
“Easy, baby. You gotta relax.”
Sang-heon muttered softly, gripping him tighter.
“Otherwise I can’t fill you up properly, can I? Hm?”
“Hnn, ugh, hnnngh…! Mm, mm!”
As he reached down to stroke him, Eun-jo’s body gradually began to open up, his inner walls yielding inch by inch. Finally, Sang-heon bottomed out with a low groan.
It was hard to believe this tight little hole had ever given birth. The snug grip was just as delicious as the first time. It felt like he was being squeezed by a fist. He began to move, slow and deliberate.
Spreading those soft cheeks wide, he watched himself slide in and out. The swollen entrance strained to take him, only to suck him back in each time he pulled out. White slick leaked down from below.
“Look at that hole swallowing me up.”
“Haahhngh! Ah, ahhh…”
“Worked up in the middle of the damn day… What am I gonna do with you?”
With a rough thrust upward, Eun-jo let out a cry and threw his head back.
“Is this because you want me to breed you that badly?”
“Hnngh, ah, ahhhngh…!”
Sang-heon pulled out until only the head remained, teasing the edge—then slammed back in deep. Again and again.
Thwack. Thwack! Lewd, wet sounds echoed through the room. Eun-jo’s insides clenched tight, welcoming every thrust.
The more Sang-heon pounded into him, the deeper he sank. Every time that thick head rammed into his sweet spot, Eun-jo’s eyes glazed over.
He still wasn’t used to it—especially not the massive girth of that cockhead. It was like being plugged deep inside, over and over, with something too big to fit.
“Nngh—ah! Aahhh!?”
His vision went hazy. Pleasure crashed through him like a wave, curling his toes, tearing his mouth wide open.
When the tip jabbed that spot again, Eun-jo convulsed like he’d been hit by a jolt of electricity.
“There it is.”
Sang-heon could feel it—the sealed entrance of a hidden space, just barely touched by the tip of his cock.
His instincts screamed at him. That was it. The baby room. The place meant to hold his seed.
His eyes gleamed.
