SPW 43

Bailey thought of Kim Sarang. An unfounded belief that he would never harm Florian had taken root in Bailey’s heart. Convinced that Kim Sarang would definitely choose Florian, Bailey handed his boss a nerve stabilizer instead of the inhibitor that was in clinical trials.

Well, if you get pissed off, go ahead and fire me.

With a resolute expression, Bailey knocked and waited a moment. If the heat cycle had already started, this knock was a meaningless act. Still, unable to discard the etiquette ingrained in his body, Bailey waited an appropriate amount of time before grabbing the doorknob and opening the door.

The opening door stopped with a thud. Bailey, who had been about to step inside, could not take a single step and raised his gaze. Sarang’s figure was visible through the crack in the door. He looked distinctly different from when he went in. His hair was disheveled, more than half of his shirt buttons were torn off, and his waist was completely undone.

“…”

That was all that could be seen through the very small gap. Sarang, his neck with its distinct bite marks fully exposed, looked down at Bailey.

“Hah…”

A sound that clearly belonged to Florian flowed out with a wave of intense heat. The gap in the door was completely blocked by a thick torso, firm from exercise. Sarang, who was surely holding Florian with one arm, extended his other hand. His large palm looked soft for an athlete.

“…”

Looking up into those eyes as black as the deep of night, Bailey found himself tensing up without realizing it.

When… did he become like this.

The man standing before him was not the young alpha Bailey had known in the past. Kim Sarang, who had steadily grown even after being pushed out of his guardian’s sight, had become an adult. It was not just about his frame, which had suddenly grown much taller and his bones which had matured and hardened.

Conflict and anxiety could no longer be found in the eyes of Kim Sarang, who had once seemed merely fragile and weak like an abandoned child. He clearly knew what consequences his choice would bring, and he was prepared to take responsibility for what came after without evading it.

All of a sudden, Bailey straightened his back to face Kim Sarang. And his attitude as he handed over the item was polite. It was the alpha contraceptive that Sarang had requested. Sarang, who tore open the package by biting it between his teeth, swallowed the pill without water. Smack, smack, smack. From beyond the unseen wall, the excitement of Florian, who was relentlessly showering Sarang with kisses, could be felt in its entirety.

Florian’s patience had run out, and both his arms wrapped around Sarang’s neck. Sarang’s side profile, leaning toward Florian rather than pushing away Florian who was biting his own lips with a crunch, disappeared from view.

Presently, with a thud, the door closed.

“…”

Only after the omega’s pheromones hit his nervous system was Bailey able to leave the front of the second-floor bedroom.

Kim Sarang had begun to spend the night with Florian, who had entered his heat.

‘Bailey, I don’t want to lose Rian.’

It was something that could not be undone now.

Only then could Bailey understand exactly what he had asked for and forced upon Sarang.

Whoosh—

The sound of rain pouring fiercely could be heard from outside the window. As Sarang’s movements slowly pulled his penis, buried deep inside Florian’s body, out, slick dripped down. The inner walls, which had clung to the thick shaft of the penis and been pulled along out of the anus, slowly returned to their place. The skin of his belly, which had protruded up to half a hand’s span above his navel, began to flatten along its curved contour.

When he finally pulled out the head, the anus, which had been turned inside out like a flower, puckered shut with a pop sound. The anus, which had ceaselessly accepted the large penis, did not close as completely as it had at first. The rose-like red wrinkles were swollen and plump like lips, and the inner flesh that could not be fully contained glistened with mucus, gripping the base of the condom and refusing to let go.

This was not the first time for Sarang, so he first removed the condom from his own penis. Then, with a careful touch, he grabbed and pulled out the condom that the inner flesh was biting and not letting go of. As the base of the condom, heavy with the large amount of semen he had ejaculated, spread the wrinkles once more and came out, a gush of cloudy slick was spewed out. It was an omega’s heat fluid, secreted by the body for conception.

“…”

Florian was in a state where he had lost consciousness and all sense of self. The ego that governed reason and emotion was gone. That was an omega in heat with a problem with their pheromones. Florian, who had been consumed by heat fever and had aggressively come on to him, was radiating intense heat and lust from his body like an active volcano. Sarang, as if swept away, held him, firmly supporting Florian who had wrapped himself around his waist and mounted him so he would not fall, and headed for the bed.

Unable to endure even that short moment, Florian’s lips fell ceaselessly along Sarang’s nose bridge, to his cheeks and lips, and then to his neck.

As if his usual disposition was revealed even in his subconscious, his hands, as they took off Sarang’s shirt, were hasty but not rough, and his teeth, as they bit and sucked at his flesh, were precise in what they wanted yet not sharp. Occasionally, if he failed to control his strength, he would lick the drops of blood that seeped from the wound with the tip of his tongue and then suck on them with little kisses.

Regardless of how he appeared to the public, Florian was fundamentally a gentle person. While he could reveal a cold and merciless side that one would not dare to cling to if necessary, he never pushed the other person to the very bottom and made them miserable. Sarang tried his best not to think about the alphas who had dishonored and treated such a Florian carelessly, even using violence.

Sarang thought only of Florian, and tried to engrave all the moments he had with him without losing a single one. Because this might be the last time. Deceiving Florian was not an easy task. It would not last long. He could be found out right away this time. Because he was a smart and sharp person.

Sarang did not want to miss a single moment of his time with Florian, which might be his last. Even if he were to lose Florian forever after this, this fortnight would allow Sarang to live. Even if Florian were to despise him and not treat him like a human being, Sarang had to take responsibility for it, and he would.

Sarang knew exactly what he was doing right now. He had gone through the heat with Florian without his consent. That was not an accident or a mistake, but clear rape. Because Florian had not allowed an alpha into his heat. Because he had not allowed an alpha’s seed to be left in his belly by knotting.

Patter, patter, patter, plop—

The heavy rain began to beat against the window. No heat could be felt from the face and smooth body of Florian, who had fallen asleep as if he had collapsed from the long lovemaking. The fortnight of his heat was over.

Sarang gazed at Florian’s face for a very brief moment, then quickly gathered his clothes and belongings and left the bedroom. Even if he were to be found out, he wanted it to be as late as possible. At least until Florian’s pheromones had stabilized a little.

“Hey, kid.”

Miller and Allen, who had detected the subsiding pheromones faster than anyone, were keeping watch in the first-floor drawing room. It was Allen who raised a hand in greeting to Sarang, who was rushing down the stairs.

“What’s with your state? Anyone would think you were the one who…”

Allen stopped talking and scratched his head irritably. The kid was a mess. He then casually threw the leather jacket he was wearing over Sarang’s shoulders and led the way.

“Hey, you. Stay out of my sight for a while.”

After growling lowly at Bailey, who was waiting on one side, Sarang quietly followed Allen out as he kicked the door open.

“Did you at least eat before you rolled around?”

Allen, who had put Sarang in the car, slammed the door as if to break it and got into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s get something to eat before we go.”

“…Let’s just go straight home.”

“Hey, you look like you haven’t had a single piece of pie…”

Allen, who had been nagging as usual, soon realized the situation and spat out a rough curse.

“Is it your heat? Did you take an inhibitor? No, shit. Would a guy who just got done fucking an omega in heat have taken care of something like that? Think you can hold it until you get home? Want me to call someone you know? Hey, you bastard, seeing how fast your pheromones are spreading, forget home, you look like you’re about to burst any second now.”

While his mouth chattered nonstop, Allen was quite calm. He left a message for the doctor and gave the Building 2 staff a ten-day vacation. By the time he notified Neil to contact the team and get another fortnight of rut leave, the large jeep, which had been racing as if to fly, had slid into the parking lot.

“Ah, those dominant bastards.”

Allen, who did not hesitate to loathe his own kind despite being a dominant alpha himself, threw Sarang into the first-floor bedroom and left the mansion. As Sarang’s pheromones grew stronger, he felt like his stomach was turning over. Shit, that kid’s heat isn’t for another two weeks. It was clearly the effect of spending the heat with Florian.

Ha, shit, boss. What on earth are you planning to do?