Chapter 97
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Even after withdrawing twice, Tae-geon’s arousal showed no signs of subsiding. Hyeon-woo, his sacrificial offering, was also suffering from lust, unable to escape the persistent pheromones of the aroused Tae-geon. The more their bodies intertwined, the further they spiraled not towards satisfaction, but towards a greater hunger.
“Mmm… harder… harder…”
“No.”
“…Please… harder. Deeper!”
“No.”
Sweat beaded on Tae-geon’s forehead. Every time his glans grazed Hyeon-woo’s entrance, a dizzying vertigo washed over him. The entrance, usually closed to a size smaller than a thumbnail, was now wide open, exceeding the length of a finger.
Each time he thrust inside, his glans caught on the inner walls. He felt like he would be sucked in if he lost his focus, like a black hole with immense gravitational pull.
Tae-geon gritted his teeth and continued thrusting, avoiding Hyeon-woo’s entrance. Unfortunately, his prostate was located near the entrance. His deliberate avoidance only heightened the stimulation, making Hyeon-woo’s suffering from unfulfilled longing all the more understandable.
Tae-geon pulled Hyeon-woo, who was sitting astride him, into a side-lying position. He spread Hyeon-woo’s buttocks and forcefully thrust his hips. The change in position caused his dick to unexpectedly press directly against the entrance. It wasn’t even penetration, just simple stimulation of the entrance, yet a sharp cry escaped Hyeon-woo’s lips.
“Ugh! There! There, there…!”
Hyeon-woo, seeking to recapture the sensation, wildly bucked his hips, holding Tae-geon’s dick. Tae-geon, too, felt his hair stand on end from the unexpected contact with the entrance. He was suffering terribly, desperately trying to control his raging instincts.
Tae-geon, coaxing the whimpering Hyeon-woo, traced the area around Hyeon-woo’s already stretched and taut hole with his thick dick. Hyeon-woo moaned at the sensation, then suddenly stiffened with tension. A finger was trying to force its way into the hole, stretched to its limit.
“…Ah…”
Tae-geon’s middle finger began to penetrate the gap between the tightly fitted dick and the entrance. Hyeon-woo, frightened by the clear movement, cowered.
“Ah, no, I don’t want to! No. It’ll tear, it’ll tear!”
“It won’t tear, so stay still.”
He tried to carefully insert his finger, but it was difficult to force it into the already full hole. Only after Tae-geon withdrew his dick halfway did he manage to slip a finger in.
Hyeon-woo recoiled at the strange sensation of something wriggling its way into the inside, already occupied by the alpha’s dick.
“I’m scared… Kei! Stop!”
“It’s almost all the way in.”
“No, wait… H-hik!”
Tae-geon’s finger finally reached and pressed on Hyeon-woo’s prostate. It was swollen from Juon’s earlier assault, making it easy to find. Keeping the swollen prostate firmly pressed with his finger, Tae-geon forcefully thrust his half-withdrawn dick back in.
With the prostate already being pressed by a finger and Tae-geon’s massive dick filling him, a short spurt of semen erupted from Hyeon-woo’s dick.
“Kugh.”
Tae-geon, regaining his composure from the daze, increased his speed towards the end. Just as Tae-geon’s writhing dick was about to explode its semen inside Hyeon-woo…
“…Please knot me…”
Tae-geon’s breath hitched.
“I… want a baby.”
“……”
“My baby.”
It felt like the world had stopped. A deathly pain pierced Tae-geon’s heart. The excruciating pain prevented him from even properly letting out a moan.
Tae-geon clutched his chest. Just when he thought this was hell, an even worse hell opened its maw to greet him. He was falling endlessly into a bottomless mire.
The problem was that Hyeon-woo was being dragged into this karmic retribution as a sacrifice. Not only had he pushed Hyeon-woo into the abyss, but he was also making him suffer in the fires of his own hell. It was the consequence of his selfishness, his inability to let go of his desire and obsession for Hyeon-woo.
‘Yes, endure it like this.’
‘If wanting my misfortune is your purpose for living, I will gladly be unhappy.’
‘Please, stay by my side, even like this.’
He wanted to kill the past version of himself who had uttered those words while looking into Hyeon-woo’s venomous eyes. He had known that self-destruction was the method Hyeon-woo had chosen to wish for his misfortune, yet he had ignored it. He had even felt relieved by Hyeon-woo’s choice to stay in his arms.
As long as he was within reach of my hands, my eyes.
He had been intoxicated by the easy thought of being together, but now Tae-geon painfully realized how foolish and arrogant that thought had been.
To what extent have I…
Tae-geon squeezed his eyes shut as he climaxed deep inside Hyeon-woo.
*
Hyeon-woo regained consciousness three days later. Tae-geon, anxiously watching him for the long period he was unconscious, was about to lift Hyeon-woo to take him to the hospital when the long-absent rejection response returned.
Hyeon-woo began to convulse like an epileptic patient at Tae-geon’s touch, startling Tae-geon, who quickly withdrew his hand. Hyeon-woo, writhing in apparent agony, suddenly sat up, his face pale as if he had had a nightmare.
“…H-huck… huck.”
Sweat had beaded on his forehead. Tae-geon offered him a dry towel, but Hyeon-woo flinched and pushed Tae-geon away.
“Get away!”
“……”
Tae-geon tossed the towel onto the nightstand and stood near the bed with his arms crossed. His expression as he looked at Hyeon-woo was complex; he seemed relieved by Hyeon-woo’s rejection, yet also somewhat disappointed.
Hyeon-woo, after pushing Tae-geon away, stared blankly at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, then suddenly pressed his nose against the inside of his arm and sniffed. Tae-geon felt his heart plummet as he watched Hyeon-woo’s actions, seemingly checking his pheromones to see if his heat cycle had properly ended.
That’s impossible.
He couldn’t possibly…
Hyeon-woo’s medical records clearly stated that he had impaired olfactory function. Hadn’t he visually confirmed just a few days ago, before Hyeon-woo went to the pharmacy, that Hyeon-woo couldn’t detect his pheromones during the pheromone shower?
Then a hypothesis suddenly occurred to Tae-geon.
…Could it be that he can only detect omega pheromones?
Countless nights of taking Hyeon-woo after having sex with other omegas without properly removing the pheromones flashed through Tae-geon’s mind.
The mere possibility that Hyeon-woo had detected the lingering scent on his body sent a dizzying wave of vertigo over him.
As Tae-geon quickly retraced his memories, the image of Hyeon-woo trapped in the burning flames suddenly came to mind. When Tae-geon had lifted Hyeon-woo, who had been huddled in the bathtub, Hyeon-woo had suddenly started writhing like a madman and retching.
His mind went blank.
…He had smelled it. The scent of the sex he had with other omegas.
A shiver ran down his spine. Hyeon-woo, looking at the pale Tae-geon, asked:
“How many days have passed?”
Tae-geon composed himself and answered:
“Three.”
“I guess swallowing twenty pills was a bit much. To be unconscious for three whole days…”
…Twenty pills?
Most of the suppressants Hyeon-woo had swallowed had refluxed with his stomach acid. Tae-geon’s face crumpled.
“…You…!”
“……”
“……”
Tae-geon, who had been about to yell at him, shut his mouth. His appearance seemed anxious as he took a deep breath and calmly spoke again.
“…Don’t you remember anything?”
Hyeon-woo looked bewildered at the absurd question, as if asking what nonsense he was talking about. Tae-geon’s face paled at Hyeon-woo’s honest expression, devoid of any falsehood.
It wasn’t a show to spite him.
Hyeon-woo’s memories were completely gone.
Everything about Juon, about K.
*
Watching Hyeon-woo, whose screws were coming loose one by one, was agonizing, but an even greater pain existed. The temperature difference between Hyeon-woo’s day and night drove Tae-geon mad.
Hyeon-woo, who had so vehemently rejected him during the day, would seek K in his arms when darkness fell.
Hyeon-woo’s clock was fixed to the moment after he had sex with K. The night-time Hyeon-woo would appear, sprawled out, sharing body heat in the aftermath of sex. And the next day, he wouldn’t remember anything.
When Hyeon-woo, seeking warmth with puppy-like movements, fell asleep in his arms, and then started writhing in distress, Tae-geon would push him away as usual. Then, without fail, the daytime Hyeon-woo, filled with venomous hatred in his eyes, would wake up, rejecting Tae-geon completely.
