SPW 75

Thump. As he threw the door open, the pheromones that had been slithering out into the hallway stung his nose.

It was the pheromone of an alpha in heat. Florian, who naturally furrowed his brow, pushed Bailey, who was following behind him, aside and closed the door. A pained sound came from inside the dark bedroom.

“…”

The comforter was pushed far away, and the bed, with its rumpled, half-removed sheets, was empty. Thump, thump. Florian walked over and found Kim Sarang in the space between the bed and the window. Curled up tightly, he was drenched in sweat. Muscles writhed under a T-shirt that clung to his body, and his erect penis and taut thigh muscles stood out over his thin shorts.

A fiery heat and a dizzyingly sweet pheromone assaulted Florian. Suddenly, with a look of displeasure, Florian staggered, grabbing onto the bed rail. His body, which had been reacting to the alpha’s pheromones from the moment he stepped into the hallway, had finally been consumed. A fluid flowed down between his buttocks, soaking his underwear and his pants, leaving a stain. The liquid, which had flowed along his groin and down his inner thigh, soaked his ankle and left a stain on his sock as well.

“…”

Florian, who bit his lip with a pale face, took a step. With each step, the fluid that soaked his pants dripped down. Florian was disgusted. Why couldn’t he be cruel and abandon this young alpha? Why couldn’t he just leave this damn alpha to go mad or die alone?

Florian, who barely managed to move his trembling legs, stood in front of Sarang and reached out his hand. Presently, Sarang’s body, grabbed by the scruff of the neck, seemed to be pulled up, but then—thud—they fell in a heap instead.

“Kugh.”

“Kim Sarang.”

“…”

“Mr. Kim Sarang.”

Florian, who had pushed himself up while still on top of Sarang, ground his teeth. As soon as he touched the body of the alpha in heat, the omega’s body reacted on its own. He felt a thrill as if fireworks were exploding inside him. Faced with a body that became loose just from the touch of an alpha’s body, just from the direct permeation of pheromones, Florian was bound to be the utter underdog.

“Sarang.”

As he put strength back into the hand that had been gripping the scruff of his neck, Sarang’s neck was lifted, and his head tilted back slightly.

“Kim Sarang.”

Sarang, who couldn’t even distinguish his surroundings as if suffering from a high fever, was just hanging limply.

“Sarang.”

“…”

Sarang was silent. Only the tremendous heat and the strong pheromones that blurred his vision shook Florian’s mind and body. They stirred him wantonly, reminding him that he was a body capable of reproduction. The strength to keep holding onto his collar also depleted, and Florian’s fingers went limp. A flush had already risen on his pale face. Their entangled thigh muscles tensed as they fell in a heap, and his bulging erection was pressed and rubbed. Florian barely controlled his lower body, which had tried to thrust without him realizing.

“Haah.”

Florian, who exhaled a hot breath, rested his now-wet forehead on Sarang’s chest. The heat that had consumed Sarang was trying to swallow Florian as well. Florian struggled to come to his senses. Bailey’s displeased voice barely surfaced in his mind, which was trying to go blank.

‘I believe he is experiencing pheromone problems.’

Four years of marriage. For all but one of those years, they had lived as a formal couple, in other words, a show-window couple. Their meetings, aside from official functions, could be counted on one hand. Twice a year for each other’s heats, and when they couldn’t stand the conflict any longer and collided, hurting each other. No, when Florian unilaterally hurt Sarang.

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I believe the master has been suffering from pheromone problems for quite some time, Boss.’

‘Speak precisely.’

‘The master is currently suffering from the same pheromone problems the boss experienced before the wedding.’

‘Since when?’

‘From what I have confirmed, it has been a year.’

‘And when did you find out?’

‘…I began investigating early last season when the master was absent for five matches, and confirmed it in September of the same year.’

Thwack— Bailey did not dodge Florian’s fist.

‘You hid the fact that he wasn’t absent due to injury for nine months? Why?’

Bailey, who wiped the corner of his mouth and straightened his posture, answered politely.

‘I did not want to shake you, Boss.’

‘Shake me? What state am I in right now?’

Bailey, who swallowed his nervousness with effort at Florian’s sharp-edged interrogation, opened his mouth.

‘You are in the process of cutting ties with the master, are you not, Boss?’

Florian walked out of the office instead of striking Bailey’s jaw once more. He was furious. Not at Bailey, but at Sarang. Florian was too angry to ignore it as if nothing had happened.

Sarang, whose absences had become more frequent this season, was granted leaves of absence, and then in the second half of the season, was sent down to the second division altogether. The reasons for his absences were varied. Injury, a drunk driving accident, omega scandals, and so on. Florian too had had enough of Kim Sarang’s insincerity and promiscuity, which erupted without a break. Florian had no reason or will to improve the relationship that had grown even colder after the conflict over the contract renewal.

It was the same for Sarang. At the beginning of the year, Sarang, who had only visited and spent time during Florian’s heat, disappeared without a trace before Florian could even come to his senses. Florian had been extremely angry then, too. No, it was more humiliation than anger. He felt a deep sense of abasement at Sarang’s attitude, which treated him like a malicious issue that had to be dealt with.

And now he was suffering from pheromone problems.

Florian, who knew that pain better than anyone, had to bite his trembling lips hard. Even in that state, Sarang had come to Florian, faithfully saw him through his heat, and left without a word.

‘Boss…!’

Florian, who left the office without a backward glance, immediately got into the car. Bailey, who had hurriedly followed, took the passenger seat. Miller, who had been loafing around, took the wheel without a word, though with a look of puzzlement. Florian didn’t ask Bailey anything during the entire ride. It was something he could confirm with his own eyes. The moment he finally encountered Sarang, who was suffering, engulfed in the fever of heat, Florian felt as if someone had seized his heart in a tight grip.

“Stupid Kim Sarang.”

“Hngh…”

Florian began to release the pheromones he had been struggling to suppress. Only then did Sarang’s dry lips, which stirred as if in response, let out a moan.

“Foolish…”

“…Ri…an.”

There was nothing in Sarang’s eyes as he weakly pushed his eyelids open. His eyes, which neither captured Florian’s face right in front of him nor recognized his surroundings, held only the volcanic fever of heat.

“Normally, you would have called Colin’s name, not mine.”

“Nghh…”

“Did I fill the void left by Colin’s death even a little?”

“…”

Sarang, who could not hear or see anything, was simply being gnawed away by a pain he could not handle. Florian, who was glaring with cold eyes at the alpha, who was once his alpha, and was still his alpha, but had been another’s alpha for a longer time in the past, clenched his fist that was grabbing his collar once more.

“Hut!”

Finally, two hot lips collided. Moist lips twisted, crushing dry lips. A soft tongue parted the dry lips and traced the line of his teeth. Soon, it entangled the meeting tongues and sucked, slurp. At the same time, he completely released his pheromones.

Sarang reacted like lightning. Florian, who was flipped over in an instant and pinned under Sarang, did not resist at all. Sarang’s black eyes, overturned by the fever of heat, gleamed like flames burning the night. Sarang would hurt Florian.

There was only one end for a dominant alpha suffering from the fever of heat when exposed defenselessly to the pheromones of a dominant omega that seeped into his brain like a drug. Sarang would undoubtedly bruise Florian’s internal organs, dilate his orifice, and leave scars on his flesh.

Florian wanted that. He wanted Sarang to hurt him. He wanted to hurt Sarang that way. Sarang, upon coming to his senses, would discover the battered Florian and break down. He would definitely cry. Florian wanted to hurt Sarang.

So he just silently watched Sarang, who was pouncing like a starving beast.

☀️

Colin.

In the dream, Florian did not doubt the illicit relationship between Colin and Sarang in the slightest. Florian’s eyes deepened as he opened them in the soft bed. What was this trying to warn him of now? Who in the world, and from where, this kind of thing.

Florian, who furrowed his brow, did not continue his thoughts any further.