SPW 48

While living together as guardian and ward, the misunderstandings that had piled up layer by layer were not resolved at all, and only time passed, leading their relationship to a point of no return. Nevertheless, Florian went ahead with his marriage to Sarang. It was because he hadn’t resolved his pheromone problem, and being intimate with Sarang had helped.

Sarang, who married Florian at eighteen, couldn’t even complete seven years before throwing himself off a cliff. It was something that happened after Florian’s pheromones had stabilized. Had the Sarang in the dream waited for Florian’s pheromones to stabilize even amidst the pain and loneliness that made him want to die? No, that must have been it. Because Sarang had loved Florian even in the moment of his death.

‘Are we really getting a divorce?’

‘Yes, Sarang. We’re really getting a divorce.’

Collin’s death. The wedding with Caia.

Pheromones. Guardianship.

Misunderstanding. Marriage.

Misunderstanding. Divorce.

Death. Regret.

Collin’s death and Caia’s villa were already in the past, and with Florian’s active intervention, they had proceeded differently from the dream. The timing of establishing the guardianship and the reason for the pheromone problem were all different, but they were things that had happened in both the dream and reality.

When he tried to keep his distance and cut ties with Sarang to avoid repeating the dream, Sarang got hurt and problems arose for Florian as well. In the end, the assumption that both marriage and divorce were unavoidable was a reasonable one.

If I don’t leave any room for misunderstandings to creep in, perhaps both the marriage and the divorce will pass smoothly.

The reason he had this dream was…

“……”

Florian’s blue eyes sank deep as he wiped the cold sweat from Sarang’s forehead.

It must be because I don’t want Sarang to die.

Whether that was someone’s wish was something Florian could neither know nor find out.

What had happened to Florian, who had suffered from terrible regret after Sarang’s death?

The dream hadn’t shown him that far. This meant that the narrator of the dream was not Florian.

“……”

Judging by my clearer-than-ever mind, Sarang. It seems certain that I, at least, have not gone mad.

A shadow fell over the face of Sarang, who was arduously exhaling the heat fever that even the suppressants couldn’t fully resolve. Florian, who was gazing up close at the finely closed jet-black eyelashes, the high and neat bridge of his nose, and the red, plump lips that were chapped and peeling, leaned his upper body further down.

Peck. Their lips touched and then parted.

In the gap no wider than a sheet of paper, Sarang’s heat-fever-laced breath and Florian’s low breath mingled. Florian’s golden eyelids blinked slowly as he pressed his lips against Sarang’s, who was moaning and licking his lips with his red tongue like a thirsty person.

So let’s try getting married first.

“Uungh…”

Florian supported the back of Sarang’s head as he followed, seeking to quench his thirst, and pressed their lips together more deeply, pushing his tongue inside.

“Mmm…”

Sarang’s lips, letting out a low moan, parted weakly and accepted Florian’s tongue deep inside. Along with Florian’s saliva, his fresh pheromones passed down Sarang’s throat.

I will also think hard about how to prevent misunderstandings from piling up, Sarang.

Florian slipped his palm inside Sarang’s unbuttoned shirt and gently caressed his hot body, biting, sucking, and then strongly winding his tongue around the one that followed his lead.

“Haah…”

Sarang’s heart rate quickened and his breathing grew rough as he responded to every touch. The vanilla scent, a truly sweet vanilla scent, seeped into the tip of Florian’s nose and soaked his very brain.

Then we can get along well like friends even after the divorce.

Sarang had, at some point, wrapped both arms around his neck. The soft mattress touched Florian’s back as he allowed Sarang to climb on top of him. Clumsy kisses bumped against him recklessly. Florian cupped Sarang’s flushed red ear and slowly lured him in. He intertwined their tongues, instilling a sense of leisure into the impatient Sarang.

Having taken that many suppressants, Sarang’s heat would end. The heat fever that hadn’t quite dissipated had been rekindled upon facing Florian, an omega, but the remaining embers were bound to die out soon. Florian, who had offered up his lips and the inside of his mouth to his satisfaction, instead stimulated the arousal of Sarang, who was groaning in pain. Because pleasure was better than pain.

Flick, Sarang’s eyes shot open. He held his breath for exactly one second before bolting upright. He was about to jump out of bed when he realized he was naked and his face turned beet red. He hadn’t even considered that the commotion he made, fumbling to get dressed and leave the bedroom, was heard loud and clear by Florian in the kitchen.

Sarang, who had already slipped out of the bedroom through the open door, looked around the hallway leading to the back garden and the drawing room, then ran toward the drawing room. He heard a presence from the kitchen. And, Florian’s pheromones, too.

“……”

Sarang, who had run over in a hurry, came to a halt and then took a couple of steps back. He was startled by the sight of Florian standing in front of the counter, grilling a steak and making soup. Soon, hiccup, hiccups started, and Sarang quickly covered his mouth with both hands. Still, he couldn’t hide the sound.

“Drink some water, Sarang.”

Florian, who had intended to wait until Sarang calmed down, seemed to decide it was no use and pointed toward the refrigerator. Nod, nod, Sarang moved his feet while bobbing his head up and down, still unable to take his eyes off Florian.

Is this real? I want to touch him to see.

Even as he opened the refrigerator door, Sarang glanced back at Florian again and again and secretly pinched his own cheek.

It hurts. Rian is really…

“Have the hiccups stopped?”

“What? …Yes.”

“Then come here and set the table, Sarang.”

“Yes…”

With a face that showed he had no idea what was going on, Sarang did as Florian told him. In truth, Florian being in front of him, and making food for them to eat together, all felt like a dream. Seeing that the table was set for two, it didn’t seem like Florian was planning to eat alone.

“The plates.”

“Yes.”

Little by little, Sarang began to wake up, to smell Florian’s scent, and as he did, the current situation started to feel real. He would stare blankly at Florian, then move briskly.

“I’ll tell you in advance, there are only three dishes I know how to cook, Sarang.”

“…As many as three?”

“Are you making fun of me right now?”

At the sight of Sarang shaking his head back and forth to say no, Florian couldn’t help but laugh.

“Steak, soup, and pasta.”

“Wow.”

“I guarantee the taste, though.”

Sarang’s eyes, which were filled with genuine admiration for what wasn’t even a very impressive dish, were clearly love-struck. Florian, who was watching with a slightly troubled gaze as he rejoiced at the trivial things he did, invited him to eat.

“Eat, Sarang.”

Sarang, who waited and then picked up his utensils at the same time as Florian, hesitated for a second before opening his mouth.

“I will eat well.”

“Alright.”

“You enjoy your meal too, Rian.”

“As it happens, thanks to someone, I was stuck in my bedroom for nearly three weeks, so I need to recharge my energy.”

Sarang, his face reddened, was cutting his steak when his eyes met Florian’s, and he gave an awkward smile. People said his smiling face was famous all over the world, and it really was true. Unaware of his doting thought, Florian first wet his lips with water.

“You’ll need to replenish your calories too, Sarang. Eat slowly.”

“Okay.”

Scrape, scrape, the sound of utensils clashing was interspersed with occasional conversation. Even though it was midday, it was still overcast outside.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, Rian. I slept soundly for the first time in a while.”

“I know that feeling well.”

Scrape, scrape, Florian cut a piece of meat and asparagus, put it in his mouth, and chewed and swallowed the food completely. The meal was almost over.

“There wasn’t a bit of semen inside you. Did you by any chance scrape it all out, Sarang?”

“Cough—!”

Startled, Sarang ended up choking. Florian put down his utensils and handed him a glass of water.

“Sarang. Have you had such an experience?”

“What? Ah, no. I…,”

Sarang, who had barely managed to stop coughing, blushed.

“No. I have no… experience like that.”

“I know. You said you used a condom.”

Sarang’s eyes widened as he stared intently at the faintly smiling Florian.

“Eating whatever you pick up without a second thought.”

He was smiling, but his face looked angry.

“I’m talking about the contraceptives, Sarang.”

“Ah.”

“How long do you plan to endure with just suppressants, Sarang?”

“……”

How did he know? The question in Sarang’s mind was immediately answered by himself, and his inner thoughts were clearly revealed on his face. This child. Florian, swallowing the sigh that was about to escape without him realizing it, tapped the table with his fingertips. Tap, tap. Sarang knew that was a habit of Florian’s. Of course, Florian didn’t know that Sarang knew.

“Have you considered the partner service?”

Sarang, who was about to deny it, pressed his lips firmly together. Florian easily noticed that reaction.

“Have you used it?”