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“Hee, huh, huhak!”
With his legs spread wide in an M-shape, suspended in mid-air, all Yeon Ji-ho could see were his own white feet wildly swaying in the darkness. He couldn’t possibly regain his senses. Set firmly grasped Yeon Ji-ho’s thighs, thrusting repeatedly from below.
“Eh, huh, p-please, Set!”
He couldn’t possibly speak properly. All Yeon Ji-ho could do was cry and barely manage to call out Set’s name.
However, as if Set couldn’t hear him, he continued to thrust powerfully. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Yeon Ji-ho opened his mouth, resorting to a last measure.
“Ba, Bael!”
……
Instantly, Set’s movements stopped. Though Yeon Ji-ho, held in his arms, couldn’t see, the light in Set’s eyes, which had been flickering wildly, finally returned. Hesitantly, Set stroked Yeon Ji-ho’s protruding belly, hastily asking,
“Ji-ho? Does your stomach hurt? Or is something else hurting?”
Even so, Set didn’t put Yeon Ji-ho down. But that alone gave Yeon Ji-ho enough time to breathe, so he delayed his answer, first gasping for air.
Certainly, his stamina wasn’t lacking compared to the average person, but when he spent the night with Set, he felt strangely depleted. Yeon Ji-ho decided to delay his answer as much as possible to buy himself time to breathe.
But with no answer coming, Set was worried sick. He moved to put him on the bed, but as soon as he did, Yeon Ji-ho’s lower body twitched, gripping and releasing Set’s.
“……!”
Yeon Ji-ho gasped in surprise at his own action. It was involuntary.
The moment Set’s withdrawal seemed imminent, a primal longing instinctively moved him. His stamina was already depleted, yet he was still panting heavily.
It was then that Set spoke.
“……It was an excuse.”
He had noticed. That calling out Bael’s name was an excuse to take a break.
Set wasn’t angry or hurt. He had momentarily lost control, swept away by Yeon Ji-ho’s continuous allure, and he knew he had startled him. He had gone too far.
But a mischievous thought briefly crossed Set’s mind. He deliberately adopted a stiff tone.
“You… wanted to stop… is that it?”
Yeon Ji-ho couldn’t see Set’s face, focused as he was, and naturally didn’t know the smile accompanying those words. But the stiff tone made Yeon Ji-ho quickly shake his head, saying,
“N-no, that’s not it.”
“……Didn’t you like it, Ji-ho?”
“Of course I did! I like it, I like it so much… .”
I like it so much I could die.
Unable to utter those words, Yeon Ji-ho only panted. Pain and pleasure were a hair’s breadth apart; when Set thrust deeply, a fleeting moment of pain was followed by an even more unbearable pleasure that surged to the top of his head.
With that pleasure repeating, it was difficult for Yeon Ji-ho to endure. He had only called out Bael’s name to rest, just for a moment…
“You like it?”
Yeon Ji-ho didn’t notice that Set’s tone had changed from before when he asked if he liked it. So, unknowingly, he kept nodding.
“Then, I must live up to those expectations.”
It was then that Set moved. Yeon Ji-ho was startled and flustered when Set suddenly carried him and walked steadily. Then, realizing where he was going, he was horrified.
“This, Set, this isn’t right… .”
Set arrived at the large window of the room. The cityscape was breathtaking; from there, people walking in the streets below looked like ants.
Yeon Ji-ho, who had only thought of ordinary sex, felt his heart pound at the thought that someone might see him. The fear and thrill of possibly being seen by others brought an even deeper pleasure.
“Ji-ho. Look closely. Your expression is visible through the window.”
Only then did Yeon Ji-ho see, not the outside world beyond the window, but his and Set’s reflections in the dark corner of the glass.
His legs spread wide, impaled by Set, unable to move. A lewd expression he’d never imagined, drenched in pleasure, his most primal expression. The moment he realized this, Yeon Ji-ho’s face flushed crimson from his collarbone to his forehead.
“I, I don’t like it… .”
Facing his most shameful self, Yeon Ji-ho wanted to escape. But Set didn’t let him go. Instead, he held him tighter, cutting off any chance of escape.
Soon, Set thrust his hips powerfully. One short, strong thrust made Yeon Ji-ho’s body jump, letting out a death rattle of a moan. Set looked out the window over Yeon Ji-ho’s shoulder, saying,
“See? You’re enjoying it.”
At those words, Yeon Ji-ho had to look at his own face again, a face he didn’t want to see. His expression in the window was strange. He wanted to escape, yet… he was enjoying it.
The moment he realized that, a lightning-like pleasure struck him. Set didn’t wait for Yeon Ji-ho’s answer, continuing to thrust.
“Hur, huk, hieek… .”
As both of them focused on the act without a word, a tremor suddenly ran through his belly. It felt like the baby was moving. Startled, Yeon Ji-ho reached back to stop Set.
But Set missed the timing, continuing his thrusts, and Yeon Ji-ho felt a lightning-like pleasure along with the pain of the fetal movement. The thought that the baby might be watching made Yeon Ji-ho’s head swim, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“You need to breathe… Ji-ho.”
Set checked on him from time to time, as Yeon Ji-ho sometimes forgot to breathe. Then, noticing Yeon Ji-ho crying, Set tilted his head.
“Why?”
“The, the baby… I think the baby moved.”
“Ah.”
Set finally realized Yeon Ji-ho had felt the fetal movement. Yeon Ji-ho, who didn’t express his feelings openly, seemed to feel self-loathing at experiencing pleasure simultaneously with the fetal movement. Set chose a method to comfort him, a method unlike the usual “kind Set.”
“I’m hurt.”
“……Yes?”
“You should focus on me now, Ji-ho.”
With a genuinely hurt expression, Yeon Ji-ho, already flustered, fell for it. Looking at Yeon Ji-ho, Set began to release his pheromones for the first time without suppressing them.
Controlling the energy in his body wasn’t much different from wielding sword energy as a sword master, so Set had long since learned to control his pheromones. But he didn’t know when to release them completely, or if he should.
But in this moment, Set instinctively understood. Now was the time to not suppress his pheromones.
“Ah, uh, huh… .”
A trembling moan escaped Yeon Ji-ho’s lips. The pheromones of his imprintor, the potent alpha’s pheromones, surrounded him, exuding an overt aura, making it impossible for him to resist. Yeon Ji-ho barely managed to speak to Set.
“Th-this… pheromones… shower… .”
Ah, so this is a pheromone shower.
Set easily understood.
This was what Dr. Nam had described as a pheromone shower. An act of leaving his mark from head to toe, without hiding his possessiveness, his desire to make him his own.
Set left this kind of review of his first pheromone shower: A pheromone shower is a terribly vulgar and messy act.
Without batting an eye, he drenched his imprintor in pheromones, and comforted Yeon Ji-ho, who was now so intoxicated by the pheromones that he could barely breathe. Despite the guilt of having done such a vulgar and messy thing to the pregnant man, a sense of satisfaction at completely possessing him welled up.
“Ji-ho.”
Cold. Set repeatedly kissed Yeon Ji-ho’s forehead, worried he might lose consciousness. The night was far from over, and unfortunately, he hadn’t satisfied his desires.
“Hu, huuh, huueek.”
Yeon Ji-ho wanted to curse. Why did his usually gentle husband become so perverse at night?
When Yeon Ji-ho was exhausted, Set changed their positions, lying down on the bed and lifting him onto his body. Yeon Ji-ho cried, swaying with each thrust.
“Never, never again… hik.”
“Ji-ho. You shouldn’t say things you can’t keep. Bael is listening.”
At those words, Yeon Ji-ho closed his eyes. His husband, his child’s other father, was unfit to be a parent. He only realized it now.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
