#86
The kiss was vicious. The sensation of saliva surging in like waves between their lips, the tongue probing the roof of his mouth like a snake.
“Ugh… nn…”
Yeoul pushed Eun Sajun away, repulsed by the intense sensation. This was no time for such things—not while holding Yeojin’s lifeless body.
But Eun Sajun, as if driven by stubborn defiance, gripped Yeoul’s chin and kissed him again, possessive and clinging.
“Stop it!”
Yeoul shoved him once more, this time slapping his cheek. The sharp sound of flesh striking flesh rang out.
The bodyguards, including Manager Kim, froze. They stood rigid, as if witnessing a scene unfolding on thin ice. Manager Kim feared Eun Sajun might lose control and turn on Yeoul—but his expression was fixed solely on Yeoul, burning with blind, feverish intensity.
“Let’s go down now. It’s cold.”
Night had fallen, and a chilly wind swept through the mountains. Eun Sajun removed his jacket and draped it over Yeoul’s shoulders.
Yeoul was engulfed in his scent and warmth. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. How could the man who killed his brother feel so warm? The contradiction left him bewildered, helpless. He shook the jacket off in defiance, but Eun Sajun only placed it back. Yeoul jerked his shoulders violently, knocking it away again.
“I don’t need this.”
His voice was sharp, irritable. He clutched Yeojin’s corpse tighter.
Eun Sajun stared at him, then reached into Yeoul’s arms and pried Yeojin’s body away.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Come with me.”
Eun Sajun slid his hands behind Yeoul’s back and under his knees, lifting him forcefully. Yeoul thrashed, legs kicking as if his heart had dropped.
“Let go… Me… Yeojin… I have to stay with Yeojin… Nn—!”
Eun Sajun crushed his lips against Yeoul’s again in a frantic kiss.
“No…”
Yeoul whimpered, wet and desperate, trying to turn away, but Eun Sajun was relentless. He sucked hard, then pried Yeoul’s lips apart, shoving his tongue inside. The invasion was brutal, his tongue lashing every inch of Yeoul’s mouth like a marauder.
The heat, the stimulation—it made Yeoul’s mind fog. Gradually, pheromones seeped from Eun Sajun, thick and intoxicating, as if they could erase this horrific reality.
Was Yeojin’s death just a dream? Had he only come to the mountain with Eun Sajun for a walk?
Then the wind howled. Bare branches scraped together with a shrill creak. The metallic tang of Yeojin’s blood slashed through Yeoul’s dazed consciousness like a whip.
This wasn’t a dream. Yeojin was really dead.
Yeoul shoved Eun Sajun’s shoulders again, breaking the kiss. His breath came in ragged gasps.
“Hah… hah… You’re insane…”
He glared at Eun Sajun with accusation.
“Wh-why… Why did you do that to Yeojin?!”
“Because I love you.”
Love? This was love? The shape of it was grotesque, unrecognizable.
Yeoul’s chest burned with agony. He slapped Eun Sajun’s face—hard. But Eun Sajun didn’t flinch, didn’t dodge, just took the hit.
“I hate you… I hate you…”
His voice cracked. He could barely breathe, the world spinning, his stomach lurching. Eun Sajun read his distress instantly.
“Baby? Are you okay?”
“Hah… I feel sick… hah… hah…”
Yeoul couldn’t finish. He swayed, his body leaning into Eun Sajun against his will. No. No. He twisted away, stumbling free of Eun Sajun’s grip. His feet barely found the ground before he staggered into the forest.
The world darkened. His vision blurred. Then—empty space yawned before him. The same cliff where Eun Sajun had tried to push Yeojin. It was as if Yeojin’s ghost reached up from the abyss, beckoning. His legs moved toward the edge, drawn as if hypnotized.
“Yeoul! Dangerous!”
Eun Sajun lunged, wrapping his arms around Yeoul from behind.
“Let go… I have to go… to Yeojin…”
“What are you saying? Stay still.”
“Please… let me go! Let—Nngh!”
Yeoul couldn’t finish. His vision blackened. He collapsed, unconscious.
Eun Sajun pressed a hand to his forehead.
“He’s burning up. We need to get to a hospital now.”
***
“Nn… mm…”
The blackout curtain drew back, revealing dim light. Yeoul blinked at an unfamiliar ceiling. A shadow loomed over him—Eun Sajun’s face, flushed with heat, his gaze like smoldering embers.
“You’re awake?”
“Wh-where…”
Before Yeoul could take in his surroundings, a strange, scorching sensation overwhelmed him. And then he realized—his position was wrong. His legs were spread wide, something hard and thick moving inside him.
It didn’t take long to recognize the drilling sensation—Eun Sajun’s cock, pistoning deep.
Horror struck. They were both naked, skin pressed together in the bed. Yeoul’s mind blanked, then reeled.
“Wh-what…? Why…? S-stop! Stop—!”
“Can’t. Our baby’s in danger.”
“No…! Even so… stop… stop… Nngh!”
The man who murdered Yeojin—how could he bear this? The guilt, the terror, the betrayal of his brother’s memory.
“Hah… please… stop… I don’t want this…”
“That’s not possible. Kang Hyeok says the baby’s pheromones are unstable. Just accept it.”
Eun Sajun’s breath was hot, relentless. His firm nose and lips latched onto Yeoul’s nape, his earlobe, sucking hard.
This was madness—arousal in the wake of such devastation. Yeoul tried to pull away, but Eun Sajun’s mouth chased him, teeth grazing his skin.
Yeojin’s death was still fresh in his mind, yet here he was, legs splayed, helpless. The cruelty of it made him want to scream.
“Please… stop… I can’t… Ah!”
Eun Sajun’s swollen tip rammed deep, as if aiming for the womb itself. His body betrayed him—nipples stiff, areolas swollen, aching—while his heart shattered with guilt.
“Really… stop. I… hate this!”
Yeoul slapped him again. This time, Eun Sajun’s expression darkened with lethal intent. One wrong move, and Yeoul was sure he’d die by his hands. Maybe that would be better. He closed his eyes, waiting for the snap of his neck.
But—
Eun Sajun gently laced their fingers together.
“Sorry, but just feel it.”
His voice was almost tender as he resumed his thrusts.
“Ah… nn…”
The bed groaned, shaking violently. Yeoul’s vision blurred with every jolt.
“Hah… nn… hah…”
Sweet pheromones flooded the air, wrapping around Yeoul like chains. His resistance crumbled. His omega instincts, traitorous and primal, began to submit to the alpha before him.
Why was he built like this? Why did his body betray his grief, his rage?
And the night deepened.
“Hah… nn…”
The relentless pounding showed no sign of ending.
At some point, Yeoul was on his hands and knees, Eun Sajun’s cock buried between his cheeks, the snake tattoo on his back writhing with every thrust. Friction built, heat searing where their bodies met.
Then—Eun Sajun’s tip swelled, and thick spurts of cum flooded inside him, as if pouring milk into his womb. Yeoul flinched at the force of it, the invasive warmth. Eun Sajun collapsed over his back, arms locking around his waist.
“I love you.”
His whisper was vile. Yeoul’s breath hitched. How could he say that—after this—as if it meant anything? Eun Sajun’s mind was incomprehensible.
Slowly, he withdrew.
“Hah… hah…”
Freedom. Like breaking free from shackles. Yeoul scrambled off the bed, stumbling to the floor. He couldn’t bear another second of this madness. Frantic, he searched for the door, flung it open, and bolted.
Of course, Eun Sajun gave chase.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
