SPW 84

As if to prove Florian’s words, the bodily fluid that had flowed down his snow-white thighs pooled below Sarang’s navel. Because his lower body was well-developed, his upper body looked relatively slender, but Sarang’s upper body was typical of an alpha who made a profession of exercise. To confine his wide chest and thick torso, Florian also had to spread his legs wide.

Florian, who sat up on his knees, looked down at Sarang who was struggling beneath him. Both nipples that he had been sucking and biting until just now were red, swollen, and wet. There was even a bruise on the left areola. Thanks to his porcelain-white skin, the marks Florian had left were all the more visible.

The marks he had left. Florian was probably the first to leave a secret trace on Sarang’s naked body. Florian was quite satisfied with that. It was the point where the unavoidable possessiveness of an omega was manifesting.

Sarang’s skin, which was originally fair, would tan handsomely in the sun-drenched season. Though both were fair, if Florian was pale, Sarang was clear and supple.

Sarang, who was not the type to deliberately tan or rashly take off his shirt just because it was hot like other athletes, was darkly tanned only below the shoulders on his upper body, just as his lower body was naturally tanned only below the knees. That distinct boundary was proof of Sarang’s beads of sweat. The sincere Kim Sarang, who was always earnest about what he liked.

When he lowered his gaze along the gentle curve of his rising and falling chest, his lean stomach was revealed. The muscles, which only became taut on the pitch like a racehorse that swells its body and gallops when spurred, were somehow slightly raised. It was due to being excited by the rut fever and the omega’s pheromones.

The deep blue eyes reached the firm muscles below his navel. The clear fluid was sloshing in the puddle on the muscles where deep blue veins stood out like a measure of excitement. It was the trace of the bodily fluid that had moistened Florian’s inner walls, pushed its way through the tightly closed folds, and dripped down. As time passed, the amount did not decrease, but only increased.

The fluid, which had been sloshing precariously every time Sarang panted, finally overflowed his iliac crest. The well-developed iliac muscles, as much as his thigh muscles, were soaked wet. What caught Florian’s attention more than anything was the red cock standing erect, pressed tightly against his left iliac crest.

Sarang’s penis was slightly curved to the right, the head was as handsome as his face, and its color was also as pretty as his face. In Florian’s eyes, Sarang was pretty and handsome. Though who wouldn’t think so?

“Hh.”

Sarang’s strained moan brushed against Florian’s ear. An alpha’s rut was no different. He just had to let the excited alpha’s penis stand, let the lava-like rut fever volatilize, and allow knotting while containing it in his inner walls until the rampaging pheromones subsided.

Thirty-one years old. Florian, who had only ever gone through his own heat periods and had never been a rut partner to another alpha or even had ordinary sex, was not an ignorant novice. He just hadn’t wanted to share a sexual bond with alphas who were nothing more than one-time partners.

Florian was also a male, so he knew instinctively how to stimulate and excite another alpha male. Most of the alphas who had been his heat partners had also tried to incite his heat fever and excite him in that way. However, not a single one of them had managed to obtain Florian’s permission.

‘You’re all wet down there, what’s with the pretense of being rational. Future Duke.’

Suddenly, an unpleasant memory surfaced. A person in heat was irrational to the point that only sexual desire and reproductive urges remained in their head, but they didn’t become an idiot like an addict whose brain was pickled in drugs. It was just that they became weak to temptation, and if their desires were not met, they would be steeped in the pain of a seizure and pass out.

It wasn’t like the memory of the heat period disappeared entirely, or they became a puppet of instinct, like the pheromone abnormality Florian had experienced for the past three years.

‘You’re all wet down there.’

The heat partner, who had not missed that brief coincidence, no, that wicked coincidence created by Allen, had tried to show off a paltry sense of superiority by wrapping an arm around Florian’s waist in front of Sarang, grabbing his hair, and roughly rubbing their lips together. The moment the door closed, Florian had struck the partner alpha in the lower abdomen and sent his jaw flying, wanting to kick him out immediately.

However, a dominant omega’s pheromones, to be precise, the pheromones of an omega in heat who had not received the assistance of a dominant alpha, the pheromones of a dominant omega in heat that had finally burst out explosively without restraint, could be fatal to others.

Betas would become dazed as if drugged, and recessive individuals would leak semen and discharge, entrusting their egos to sexual desire at the stimulus that directly struck their brains. And dominant individuals would become violent or promiscuous. They were a harm to society. It wasn’t for nothing that the witch hunt-like practice of hunting down those with traits had occurred in the past.

“Haa…”

Sarang, who began to breathe more roughly, also had his chest heaving greatly. The pretty cock pressed against his iliac crest also bobbed its head, urging the alpha in rut. Even though all of his awakened nerves were screaming and throwing a fit, Sarang did not recklessly pounce on the omega before him. The Sarang who finally covered his eyes with his forearm had clear tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

“…”

Sarang cried quietly, without a sob. Florian, who was looking down at the sharp eye-line, which was usually gentle but became sharp when he concentrated, getting endlessly wet, reached out his hand. And he wrapped his hand around Sarang’s forearm. The forearm, which looked sleek, was different from how it looked and couldn’t be fully grasped in Florian’s hand. Truly, the Sarang pinned beneath him was no longer a seventeen-year-old boy.

“No matter how much I think about it.”

“…”

“I don’t know why… you are crying, Sarang.”

At the added words, Sarang’s red, wet lips trembled slightly. Florian, who looked down at his lips as if sighing, asked.

“Are you actually reluctant to have sex with me?”

“…”

“Because you’re afraid I might suddenly get pregnant?”

“…”

“Or is it because it’s a waste to offer your first rut to a worn-out omega like me?”

Sarang knew that the questions were meant to provoke him on purpose. So he endured the force trying to grab and pull away his wrist and remained silent, but in the end, he could not win against Florian’s heartlessness.

“You don’t think of yourself that way, Rian.”

“What is it that I don’t think of myself as, Sarang?”

“…A worn-out omega. You know you’re not like that, Rian.”

“Yes, you are right. Sarang. I am not worn-out. In fact, I find the meaningless wordplay of purity, first experience, being worn-out, or being like a slut to be ridiculous when it’s just a mere physical body. After all, we with traits are beings who must spend our heat periods with countless partners unless we imprint with a lifelong mate.”

“But why… why do you say such mean things? Why do you keep, to me…”

“Because you weren’t looking at me, Sarang.”

“…”

“We will be rolling around together, no, having a relationship day and night for the next ten days, but it seemed like you weren’t willing. I got a little sulky.”

The tear-filled eyes took in Florian’s brightly smiling face without missing a single detail.

“I was being sulky for that reason, but why are you crying, Sarang? What is it that you dislike so much that you’re crying?”

At the gentle question, Sarang’s throat grew hot again, and he opened his soft lips.

“Because I’m happy.”

At the unexpected answer, Florian could not smile anymore.

“I’m happy, but… it feels like I shouldn’t be happy… like I’m doing something wrong to you, Rian…”

Florian blocked the unnecessary worry with a short kiss and raised the corners of his lips.

“Of course you’re happy, Sarang. How could you not be, spending your rut period with a wonderful omega like me?”

“…”

He couldn’t tell if it was sulkiness or a joke. In truth, from a while ago, from the moment Florian had climbed on top of his body, Sarang had felt like his heart would burst, his genitals would burst, and even his head would burst. He was suffering from that level of extreme excitement. It felt like his insides were burning hot, and his body was trembling. Maybe that was why the tears had come out.

“Rian…”

“Yes, Sarang.”

“Please… don’t hate me.”

“Me?”

“…”

“Why would I hate you, Sarang?”

“I don’t know. Still, please don’t hate me.”

He was scared that while spending his rut period, Sarang would unwittingly let his feelings slip. He was afraid and trembling that he would let slip, as if breathing, the feelings that Florian had forbidden even from being spoken aloud. Whether he had read those inner thoughts or not, Florian, who was staring at Sarang, smiled.

“You’re cute even with a bright red face, Sarang.”

“Rian…”

“Yes, I won’t hate you. What happens in the rut period stays in the rut period. Just like you did, Sarang.”

He didn’t know what kind of disgraceful behavior Florian had shown during the heat period he didn’t remember. However, Sarang had never once brought up the heat period he had spent with Florian. He didn’t acknowledge it, take credit for it, or express any concern. He just buried it in his own heart as if nothing had happened.

So, there was no reason for Florian not to do the same.