Chapter 59
Through tears, Si-yul tried to pull away from Hyun-se’s hand. His touch only grew rougher, probing deeper. In the blink of an eye, three fingers increased to more, their movements clumsy and forceful. His inner flesh was being ravaged, sending shivers through his entire body. The previously slimy sounds transformed into a slapping, rhythmic thudding, like a wide, flat board striking the surface of water.
“Ah, ah… ! Aagh!”
The base of his palm pressed down on Si-yul’s soft scrotum. Si-yul hastily clamped his thighs shut, causing Hyun-se to bite hard into his earlobe.
“Spread them.”
It was a command. Si-yul obediently obeyed, and the fingers plunged deeper, rowing within him, creating waves.
Tears streamed down his face as he buried his cheek against Hyun-se’s forearm. His waist jolted, lifting into the air. Each time the fingers pounded inside, droplets erupted from the constricted opening like a sprinkler spraying water. Hyun-se’s hands and forearms, taut with muscle and sinew, were glistening, as if freshly pulled from water.
“…Hick!”
Si-yul, who had been tightly squeezing his eyes shut, lifted his eyelids. His eyes widened, his head shaking violently, hair flying. He used both hands to block Hyun-se’s arms, attempting to escape onto the bed. Hyun-se stopped him.
“I need to pee, I want to go to the bathroom, stop, stop!”
“Are you a baby, Kwon Si-yul? Shit… You really are a baby.”
Muttering a curse, Hyun-se inserted a fourth finger. His pleas were useless. His buttocks tightened, lifting him upwards. The only thing Si-yul could grasp was the pillow supporting his head. His limp dick, usually soft even when erect, stood rigid, rooted to the bed.
He’d experienced the sensation of climax without ejaculation before, but rarely had he felt the urge to urinate. His bladder was painfully full. He tried to hold it, curling all ten toes and tightening his abdominal muscles, but his inner flesh, clenching around the moving fingers, perversely urged him to release.
“Huk, ha, I, ah… ! Haaak…!”
He thrashed and writhed, but to no avail. Hyun-se pinned him down with his other arm.
The fingers, probing the narrow entrance, plunged so deep the knuckles seemed to disappear. Si-yul buried his head against the pillow, his shoulders collapsing. A clear stream of liquid erupted from the tip of his dick, which had been pressed against his lower abdomen, splattering onto his pale belly and chin. It flowed like urine from his urethra, but lacked the smell of urine or the characteristic night-blooming cereus scent of semen.
“Ha-uh, ah…”
His waist, which had been suspended in the air, slumped onto the bed. His lower body was soaked. Si-yul’s urine had stained the sheets a deep color.
Si-yul’s forehead, cheeks, and even chest were drenched. The shame of having an accident in bed at his age made him want to drown himself in a bowl of water.
“I… so… I need to go to the bathroom…”
Si-yul sobbed, covering his face with both forearms. He expected mockery, but heard nothing. Confused, he slowly lowered his arms, looking at Hyun-se. Hyun-se was staring at his own arm—the arm drenched from his elbow to his fingertips in Si-yul’s bodily fluids.
Hyun-se slowly turned his head. The moment their eyes met, Si-yul felt genuine fear. Pleasure wasn’t the issue. He feared that when the rut ended, he wouldn’t be greeted by the morning sun, but by the gates of death.
Hyun-se moved like a quadruped, slowly climbing on top of Si-yul. Si-yul grabbed his arm. His hand slipped down, slick with his own fluids. Still, he tried to calm him with his gaze. Survival came before shame.
“I… I think I’m hungry. No, I’m hungry.”
“I’ll get you something after this.”
“No, let’s eat first.”
“This first.”
“Food…”
Hyun-se began to eat Si-yul’s lips. The scent intensified, and Si-yul’s eyes glazed over. Overwhelmed by pheromones, his rationality was swept away like driftwood in a storm. Si-yul’s eyelids drooped obediently.
***
Hyun-se shifted, trying to avoid the sunlight, and slowly opened his eyes. Pale sunlight streamed through a tiny gap in the curtains. It cast a thin line across the bed, a gentle nudge to wake up.
His body felt refreshed. Lately, the symptoms of his approaching rut had made every step heavy, leaving him drowsy even after sleep. But now, he felt light as a feather, from head to toe. His mood was buoyant, as if he’d just spent a relaxing vacation in a sunny resort.
He tried to sit up, then paused, realizing his arm was being used as a pillow. He turned his head. Kwon Si-yul was asleep, his cheeks swollen and puffy. He looked far from pretty; his lips were puffed out like a goldfish’s, his eyelids equally swollen. Bite marks were clearly visible on his lips, upper lip, and philtrum.
And yet…
His gaze drifted downwards. His neck, dotted with red marks, looked like it was blooming. His Adam’s apple was bruised and dark red, as if it had been sucked, bitten, and chewed like candy. His collarbone was similarly marked with numerous bite marks, as if someone had wanted to gnaw on the bone itself.
He gently lifted the blanket covering his chest. The damage below was even more severe. The nonexistent breast tissue was gathered and kneaded, leaving handprints on both sides of his chest. His nipples were swollen, almost scabbed over with a white film, and his areolae were equally swollen.
His stomach was coated in dried fluid. A white powder dusted off when he traced it with his finger. Si-yul, despite sleeping so soundly that he hadn’t even noticed him waking, stirred and whimpered, curling into a ball.
“…”
Hyun-se stared at this unbelievable scene, then ran a hand over his face. His rough stubble scratched his palm. He recalled his last shave, roughly calculating how much time had passed.
He’d been in rut. He’d come home earlier than usual to administer the suppressant. He’d naturally assumed Kwon Si-yul would be at the motel. But the moment he opened the front door, a scent he’d never smelled before hit him—a sweet, cloying fragrance, like honey overflowing from a bowl, a pale purplish hue, reminiscent of a lush wisteria blossom.
A voice whispered of arousal. The sweet scent, showering down on him like a downpour, completely shattered his rationality. His mind was consumed by heat and instinct, a single command echoing in his ears: to devour the honey before him, to lick up every last drop clinging to the bottom.
Hyun-se obeyed. He licked, sucked, and chewed. He wasn’t satisfied with simply coating himself in Si-yul’s scent; he filled Si-yul’s insides with his own. He was desperate to imprint his scent on Si-yul’s very being. They say that alphas and omegas in heat are like beasts, but this was beyond territorial marking; it was as if he saw Kwon Si-yul as territory to be conquered, thoroughly coating him inside and out.
He pinned down the crying, struggling Kwon Si-yul, showering him with his scent, probing his inner flesh, and sucking on the hole from which fluids flowed, as if it were the sweetest nectar. He clung to Si-yul’s breasts, which produced no milk, biting them like a child demanding food.
He sat Si-yul on his thighs, his body limp, and relentlessly ravished him, wave after wave. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d pulled his dick out. Even in death, he would die and be reborn only to repeat the act.
Even to a hungry child…
The memory of his actions made him cover his face with one hand. It had been a barbaric act. At the time, he felt he would die if separated from Kwon Si-yul. It was worse than death. He needed to remain connected to endure the anxiety and heat. Heat, Hyun-se scoffed softly. The fire, once ignited by Kwon Si-yul, had never been extinguished.
Had this ever happened before?
Even in heat, a time when one is a slave to lust, he’d never been this wild. He’d always maintained a level of decency, switching partners if one grew tired. This time was different. Only Kwon Si-yul was enough, and that was sufficient. He knew his legs were weak, his arms limp, his eyes heavy-lidded, yet he couldn’t let him rest.
It was more than just compatibility. It was something beyond definition. A sense of fullness, indescribable, filled every cell. A buoyant elation, a lightness in his feet, persisted throughout the rut. A gnawing hunger, only satiated by consuming Kwon Si-yul, tormented his stomach.
He looked down at Kwon Si-yul. His swollen eyelids narrowed his eyes into thin lines. His hair, matted with semen, emitted a tangy scent, and his lips were crusted with blood. His cheeks were chapped like a child’s in winter.
Yet, a fragrant aroma emanated from him. His neck, behind his ears, and under his collarbone were as if he’d crushed wisteria blossoms and smeared them on. From his scalp came a mixture of the creamy scent of fresh milk and the cloying sweetness of honey. His plump lips were tempting to bite, his cheeks soft and pillowy like a freshly steamed bun. Even his eyes, swollen and puffy, looked savory and appetizing.
