SPW 87

It felt like the inside of his head was boiling. Sarang pushed up his damp eyelashes, which were matted with tears and sweat, and the impurities were swept away from the corners of his eyes all at once. His hazy eyes began to focus.

The golden hair that embroidered the air every time he turned his buttocks, the handsome earlobes, and the elegant jawline firmly connected to them were thrown all the way back, defenselessly revealing a peach-colored Adam’s apple. Suddenly, Sarang wanted to take that Adam’s apple into his mouth and chew on it. If possible, he wanted to swallow it whole and hide it away in his stomach. It was a wish, not a desire.

“Haeu….”

The moan that escaped Florian from above Sarang, along with his hot breath, was mixed with the scent of pheromones. It was the scent of figs ripened between the end of summer and the edge of autumn, deeper than the freshness of early summer. A thick bead of sweat trickled down along the taut sternocleidomastoid muscle above his hollowed collarbone.

The bead of sweat, which seemed about to pool in his collarbone, slid down, wetting his smooth chest muscles until it reached his navel. And below the navel, the skin of his stomach, which had half-embraced Sarang’s penis, the skin that must have originally been flat, repeatedly bulged out, flinging the bead of sweat away. Sarang felt like he was going to faint.

“Rian…. Rian….”

There was no answer of, ‘Yes, Sarang,’ that followed for Sarang, who was repeating his name like a baby bird. There was only the languidly exhaled breath and a low moan.

“Hah….”

Florian was not the type to feel pleasure from self-harm or pain. Sarang’s penis, which must have already entered his hole countless times, had surely parted Florian’s inner walls deeply and tasted his uterine wall, and this time, too, Florian’s hole would undoubtedly swallow the ridiculously large penis without a gap, but the process of seeing blood or suffering a frown-inducing pain was far from Florian’s sexual disposition.

The same was true for Sarang. Although he felt like he was losing his mind from the pressure of the sphincter muscle that was squeezing as if it would sever his penis and the pressure of the churning inner walls, he did not want to move rashly.

Veins stood out on the back of his hands gripping Florian’s pelvis to keep him from falling backward, and blood was visible on his lips which he was chewing on, but Sarang did not recklessly thrust his half-inserted penis upward or pound it to the root.

Sarang did not want to be a person who caused Florian pain. That had infiltrated even his alpha nature, causing his protective instinct to emerge first and gently suppress his possessive instinct.

Sarang wanted to protect Florian. Even if Florian did not want it, even if Sarang lacked the ability to do so, he did not want to hurt him anywhere before possessing him. Of course, Sarang had neither a chance to possess Florian nor the ability to protect him, but that was all his heart wanted.

“…….”

Sarang, worried that his handprints would be left on Florian’s pelvis, finally dropped his hands. This was because Florian’s upper body, which had been bucking his hips with his hands planted on Sarang’s thighs, fell forward. The scent of figs rushed over Sarang as if a strong wind had blown in.

“Ah…! Sarang….”

The shaft of Sarang’s cock, on which thick veins had crudely bulged, suddenly increased in volume. Florian, who had presumed it was fully erect, could not help but let out a low gasp at the feeling of his tightly clenching folds spreading open and the cock sticking fast to his inner walls.

“Haa, haeu.”

“Ri, Rian….”

Florian, who had barely managed to balance himself by placing both hands on Sarang’s stomach, pushed up his long eyelashes. They were as laden with hot moisture as his blue eyes. Sarang, who saw Florian’s face, flushed red like a rose, for the first time in a while, his lips trembling on the verge of tears, stealthily caressed the thighs that were tightly squeezing his own chest.

“Sorry…. Hut, I am.”

Florian, who had been taking a moment to get used to the increased size, looked down at Sarang, exhaling a sigh that seemed to be pushed out from deep inside his stomach. His black eyes, which had softened like ripe grapes, were filled with worry and apology. Good Kim Sarang. Florian, smiling to himself, parted his lips, which were redder than a rose.

“To think I’d live to… receive an apology because of a cock.”

“…….”

It seemed as if a hint of reproach flashed in the eyes that looked up at Florian, who was making a joke even in this situation. So much younger than him. Sarang, who worried more about him, despite being thrown without a single piece of armor into a jungle teeming with beasts, hyenas, and vipers, kept stoking the heat inside Florian’s stomach.

“Ah-ah.”

Florian shuddered for a moment at the sensation of his already thoroughly wet folds becoming wet again from the inside. The slick secreted from his reproductive organ, not content with just wetting the inner walls, soaked the tightly sealed folds and trickled down. That sensation. Florian, who had experienced more normal heat cycles than not since becoming an adult, was not unfamiliar with that sensation.

Physical conditions accounted for most of the grounds for being called not just outstanding but a perfect omega. His exceptional looks, healthy body, and sturdy uterine wall had crowned Florian as ‘the perfect living omega.’

Florian was also not the type to obsess over so-called origins. Seeking the reason and necessity for being born as a person with a secondary gender was as worthless as trying to turn back the past. The emergence of a third humanity called people with secondary genders, and being born as one of them, who made up less than 10% of the world’s population, was a phenomenon. A phenomenon meant it was something that had already happened.

Therefore, Florian did not get caught up in or react emotionally to the prejudice and discrimination against people with secondary genders, or the irrational adoration and reverence. For a person with a secondary gender to find a partner with the highest match rate and spend their heat was the same logic as breathing to take in air.

His heat partners, whose number had long since exceeded ten, served a role like the oxygen necessary for a kind of breathing. Whether it was clean air or polluted air, a person with a secondary gender entering heat had no choice. At best, those with secondary genders who held wealth and power, like Florian, could pick and choose from others with secondary genders to find the highest match rate and decide on a partner.

However, just as there were ‘perfect omegas’ or ‘high-quality omegas,’ ‘perfect alphas’ or ‘high-quality alphas’ also belonged to that 10%. With the sample size being small to begin with, and with various other conditions overlapping, even someone like Florian was bound to experience a ‘famine’ of heat partners. This was the one and only reason Florian had to treat the pheromone abnormality of which he did not know the cause. And to that end Sarang, the dominant alpha Kim Sarang, was a perfect partner beyond compare.

Squelch—The folds, relaxed by the newly flowed fluid, and the cock stuck together even more stickily, swallowing and claiming each other. Thanks to that, Florian was able to take in a little more of Sarang’s cock. Even when having a ‘normal heat,’ Florian tended to be quite wet. Not to the extent of now, where he was spewing and trickling slick like a broken faucet, but it was enough to alleviate the difficulty of entry and exit.

That, too, became a measure of a ‘perfect omega’ and was added to Florian’s evaluation. There was no need to pry into his private life to find out he was wet. An omega’s uterine wall and heat slick, and an alpha’s penis and semen volume, could be easily determined through a hospital check-up.

“Rian….”

As soon as Florian swallowed a little more of his flesh, Sarang, whose cock shaft was pulsing, twisted his waist but barely managed to stop his movement. His two hands were now gripping the sheets. It was evident that he was trying with all his might not to move rashly or carelessly, for fear of hurting Florian.

That touch that had carefully caressed his thigh, it felt good. Florian smirked. He suddenly wanted to kiss Sarang’s cheek, which was as red as the pomegranate seeds that had once grown in the garden, but Florian held back. It was because he felt like he would be sick to his stomach if he moved even slightly from here.

Then Sarang would surely turn pale and run away. The alpha in heat. Sarang was showing tremendous mental fortitude. Sarang must be in pain. Nevertheless, enduring that pain, protecting his feelings for Florian, would not last long. Because that’s what heat was like.

“Sarang.”

Sarang, who blinked his hazy eyes at the low call, looked up at Florian. He obediently took in his entire appearance with his eyes.

“Don’t you want to move?”

“…….”

Tears flowing down Sarang’s temples answered instead.

“Don’t you want to madly pound your cock inside of me, pour out your semen until your testicles are empty, and knot to your heart’s content?”

“Hh….”

Even in his dazed state, Sarang could discern Florian’s intention in seducing him with sweet words. At the same time, Florian lifted his hips and pulled out about a third of Sarang’s cock that he had swallowed. Sarang’s wet eyes trembled violently.

“Since our match rate is 92%, I’m sure both you, Sarang, and I will feel very good.”

“…….”

“So stop crying and hold me properly.”

The hands that had been on Sarang’s hard stomach moved to either side of his thick chest. Florian, who had been squatting over Sarang, bent his upper body, and his buttocks lifted high. The round, firm muscles of his buttocks glistened with the sticky mucus mixed with the aroused alpha’s semen and pre-cum.

Patter, Florian’s slick fell like a downpour from his parted cheeks. In that same posture, Florian kissed Sarang’s Adam’s apple and whispered.

“I am not a sugar doll that will break if you touch me. I am neither a fragile omega nor a weak human. I was Sarang’s sponsor, am your spouse and guardian. What I mean is that you don’t have to tremble like a child, afraid you might hurt me, Sarang.”