SPW 89

He didn’t know how many times he had ejaculated, or how many orgasms he had reached. All that was clear was the fact that his entire body—no, not just his entire body, but even his internal organs—had been thoroughly coated with Sarang’s semen and pheromones from ejaculating and climaxing a countless number of times.

“Haak, ha.”

Sarang’s eyes were red as he drove deeper, deeper, deeper into Florian from above, thick beads of sweat dripping down. Florian, who was slowly blinking, slightly turned his head to look out the window. The sky outside the window, where the rain that had fallen all night had stopped, was cloudy, and the sunlight was weak.

He had dozed off and woken up several times. Florian was not one to be outdone in terms of stamina, but it was not enough to handle a dominant alpha’s heat. Was it because the kid was young? Florian, who had given up trying to count how many days he had been cooped up in the bedroom, reached out and cupped Sarang’s cheek.

The black eyes looked down at Florian. In Sarang’s eyes, consumed by heat-fever and excitement, there was no clarity or sharpness, but instead they were full of a hazy and opaque moisture. He must be dazed. As if drunk on alcohol, as if high on drugs, his foggy mind would be filled only with obsession for the omega, the desire for procreation, and the craving to relieve the pain that intensified as the heat-fever rose.

“Sarang.”

“Heu…. Rian.”

If, as some claimed, the innate secondary gender was a curse from God, then the worst of the many punishments that rendered a person with a secondary gender helpless was the heat. To be precise, it was the consciousness that did not easily sever even in the face of a heat-fever that felt like it would melt the brain. Even if a part of their life, perhaps half of it, were cut from their memory, there were not a few people with secondary genders who wished to black out during their heat.

What remained after quenching the thirst of the body and mind, which reacted only to desire, was a deep sense of exhaustion and self-loathing. For those with secondary genders who could not handle the emotional aftereffects that rushed in after the heat, unwanted memories were like a punishment. Looking straight at one’s own disgraceful and raw self was not an easy thing for anyone. There was even a time when severe depression leading to extreme choices spread like an epidemic until appropriate measures were taken.

To them, the pheromone abnormality that Florian experienced would have been an object of envy. However, Florian felt a considerable aversion to his life being cut away against his will. Above all, the frequent and irregular heats’ adverse effects on his daily life were unpleasant and inconvenient. He shook off the exhaustion after the heat lightly, and he never fell into self-loathing in the first place. The aftereffects of the heat that they felt as punishment, Florian simply accepted as a characteristic of a person with a secondary gender.

It was not only those with secondary genders who had many flaws and weaknesses. Betas also had many flaws and weaknesses. They were easily injured, fell ill, and their recovery ability was also weak. A beta who could defeat a person with a secondary gender in physical and mental strength had yet to appear. Above all, the pheromones fully released by a person with a secondary gender had a terrible effect even on betas, who were usually not affected at all.

Despite having many weaknesses, those with secondary genders, who put forward a few clear advantages, had diligently accumulated wealth and power over the past few centuries, even while being subjected to witch hunts. They had preemptively gained the upper hand by changing perceptions with careful and elaborate schemes. As a result, people with secondary genders, especially dominant ones, were able to stand at the top of the food chain.

That was why they, most betas, admired and envied people with secondary genders. They revered them and at the same time looked down on them. They wished to manifest as a person with a secondary gender, even if it meant accepting the many weaknesses that rendered them helpless. They wanted to become a person with a secondary gender, even if it meant abandoning the convenience and stability of a beta.

Using the desires of humans who could not give up that wish until the day they died as a stepping stone, those with secondary genders continued to increase their wealth and power. They developed pheromone perfumes, created and sold supplements that supposedly increased the likelihood of manifesting a secondary gender, and continuously tempted and used weak and powerless people with secondary genders by putting them at the forefront. It was an effort—no, a struggle—to not repeat the past where they were treated worse than beasts. Perhaps the sense of crisis of a species on the brink of extinction had made the characteristics of those with secondary genders even stronger. Among them, the desire to procreate, especially.

“Rian….”

The hand that had been cupping Sarang’s feverishly hot cheek caressed his chin glistening with sweat, then slid down his tautly muscled shoulder. Veins popped on the back of Sarang’s neck, who reacted to every single one of those trivial touches.

“…Rian.”

Finally, as if collapsing, Sarang buried his face in Florian’s shoulder and, after slowly pushing his cock in, thrust it deep—

“Hak!”

“Kkht.”

Florian and Sarang’s moans erupted at the same time. The cock that had been slithering inside, lifting the flat skin of his stomach, burrowed past his navel and drove deep inside. Florian, who had bucked his hips at the reaction force but was pressed down by Sarang’s weight and ended up stuck fast, convulsed slightly. Sarang also became aware of it because the head of the cock, which had popped out somewhere above the navel, touched the tightly pressed skin of his stomach.

“Euumm.”

At that unfamiliar sensation, at the deep groan that swallowed pain, Sarang reacted instinctively and tried to pull his hips back. However, a pale white hand gripped his taut buttock muscles, not allowing him to withdraw.

“Ri…an.”

“Don’t move, Sarang.”

Florian, his brows furrowed, tried his best to even his breathing. It seemed the tip of the glans had touched his uterine wall. Florian’s uterine wall was deep inside, so it was rare for alphas’ cocks to reach it, but Sarang was different. In fact, it was the first time Florian had even seen such a large cock in person.

Wouldn’t it be annoying to run with something like this attached?

Even in the midst of it all, Florian, who was thinking of an unfunny joke and patting the buttocks of Sarang who was suffering as much as he was, tried to relax. However, the inside of his stomach was in an uproar as if on fire. His internal organs, pushed and pressed by the volume of the cock, churned, and his inner walls, which were stuck to the skin of the cock like suction cups, whether out of resistance or simple reaction, squeezed so tightly that Florian’s stomach clenched.

“Euk.”

“…….”

Is it normal for an alpha in heat to have this much self-control?

Florian, for whom this was the first time being the partner of an alpha in heat, harbored doubts about Sarang’s behavior, which was a little different from the common knowledge he knew. Sarang, who had tenaciously sucked and licked his folds and inner walls until Florian’s hole had loosened, did not just shove his cock in.

He inserted it as slowly as possible, from the glans to the wide corona that enveloped it, and then did not move until Florian had adapted to the size. Even while pre-cum was trickling down his urethral opening, even while secreting so much sperm and testosterone that his testicles were hanging low, Sarang did not forcibly shove his cock in.

Florian was inwardly impressed. He was even a little moved. And he felt sorry for Sarang, who was holding back to that extent. Would it have been better to have sex first when he wasn’t in heat?

The belated question was proof that Florian, too, was thoroughly soaked in pheromones. Because Florian would never have had sex with Sarang for no reason while in his right mind. Because he would never have even thought of such a thing.

Sarang, who waited until Florian’s body had grown accustomed to the fist-sized corona even while biting his pretty lips hard, gradually widened the range of his insertion in that way. At first, only up to the corona, then a quarter of the way, then half, and finally, to the root.

Squelch, squelch, the blatant sound of friction that echoed every time Florian’s impossibly spread buttocks and Sarang’s bulging thighs met seemed to have stuck right to his ears. Even when the cock, which had spent so much time just moving in and out of Florian’s entrance, finally paved a way through his inner walls and buried itself very deep, Sarang did not lose his self-control.

It was strange. The alphas in heat that Florian had learned about and knew of would not be able to do this. Even the alphas he had experienced so far had not been like this. Even alphas not in heat would be on the verge of losing their minds and mating when exposed to an omega in heat’s pheromones. Sarang did not reveal his fierce alpha nature hastily, carelessly, or ruthlessly.

And yet, Florian could not keep up with the stamina of an alpha in heat. He felt the heat of the chunk of flesh that was slowly, and as deeply as possible, digging into his body, and the throbbing pulse so vividly that he, on the contrary, ejaculated and climaxed several times over. Sarang’s body, which reached orgasm and shot semen as much as Florian, was a ball of fire. The kid who had a low body temperature and was sensitive to the cold was boiling.

Sarang was an alpha in heat. That meant his self-control would not last long. He hoped Sarang would not struggle for long trying to maintain the self-control he would lose anyway.

Florian, who was breathing while feeling Sarang’s cock squirming inside his stomach all too clearly, closed and opened his eyes. He simply could not calculate how much time had passed. Seeing that he had lost consciousness and woken up several times, it seemed like three or four days had passed.

“Hoo-wook.”

Sarang’s forehead, face, and head, buried in Florian’s shoulder, were all hot. It was a fever that afflicted him inside and out. If only it were just a fever. Florian, who had calmed his still trembling body and caught his breath, opened his lips. The sound that came out, scraping his Adam’s apple, was hoarse.

“Right now… can you feel your cock touching my uterine wall, Sarang?”

“Haa…. Ha.”

Sarang could not give any answer. He was just concentrating all his mind on the sexual stimulation that was coursing through his nerves to the point of making his whole body bulge. Florian, realizing that his voice was not reaching Sarang, stealthily moved his hips up and down. He hoped Sarang would break down a little sooner and suffer less pain.

“Ah-ah!”

“Keuk!”

This time, too, scream-like moans erupted simultaneously. Florian embraced Sarang’s suffering head and moved his body little by little in that manner. Even as the penis, swollen to a bursting point, hit his uterine wall and squirmed as if looking for the entrance here and there, he barely swallowed his moans and stimulated Sarang.

“Haeuk, k, heu.”

Florian’s prediction was correct. There was a limit to Sarang’s self-control. However, his guess that three or four days had passed was completely off. Not even a single night had passed. It was because it was the first day of the heat that Sarang had been able to endure this much. However, that fact did not prove to be useful information to either Sarang, who had been consumed by the heat-fever, or Florian, who had entrusted his entire body to him.