Ch 27

The loosened gown slipped down Ji-an’s body, leaving red marks wherever Ideun’s lips and hands touched. When Ideun bit down on Ji-an’s hardened, exposed nipples, exposed to the cool air, a stifled moan escaped Ji-an’s lips.

This was never a relationship that could hide or deny anything from the beginning. Ideun’s pheromones spread through every part of Ji-an’s body. Whether it was a woody scent, a musky scent, or something else, Ji-an was engulfed only by the pleasure Ideun provided.

When Ideun gripped Ji-an’s slender chest and pressed his teeth against Ji-an’s nipples while sucking on his chest, Ji-an instinctively clutched at Ideun’s hair. Instead of trying to pull away, Ji-an, already slick with precum, rubbed his arousal against Ideun’s firm body, desperately craving more contact.

Just moments ago, Ji-an had been on edge with Ideun, but now, even a slight touch brought him crashing down. He looked up with dazed eyes, the vision of himself in France reaching out and urging Ideun to hold him overlapping with his disheveled self now.

In the soft light from the living room, not the low lamp by the bedside, Ji-an was flushed a deep red.

“You’re unusually honest when it comes to body language, Seo Ji-an. Who am I?”

Ideun tapped Ji-an’s cheek as he rubbed his partially aroused c*ck against Ideun, waiting for him to open his eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Mmh… Ha… Hurry…”

Without opening his eyes, Ji-an reached out with both arms, seeking him, spreading his legs first. Watching Ji-an’s actions, Ideun’s gaze darkened. From the moment he’d seen Ji-an lounging alone on the sofa at the hotel café, he’d wanted this.

He wanted to see those large, clear eyes that knew nothing of lust, now brimming with pleasure and tears, Ji-an’s pure white skin covered with marks he left. He wanted to bury himself inside Ji-an’s open body, pour himself in completely, and mark Ji-an as his own, as an omega known only to him.

Thinking he would be patient and approach slowly as a kind person had been foolish. He already knew how sweet this body was, how erotically Ji-an moved when he embraced him, and how he’d beg for knotting with tear-filled eyes. Pretending not to know was close to torture.

Why Ji-an couldn’t remember him, what pain he harbored, searching for what else might be hidden? Patience and consideration? All nonsense.

He’d never been a considerate person. It was time to break all the habits someone else had first instilled in him and train him in his way. Ideun retracted the pheromones he’d been releasing.

“Seo Ji-an.”

Ji-an’s swollen lips trembled. His lashes dampened visibly. The way he weakly rubbed his engorged arousal against him slowed and eventually stopped.

Watching Ji-an hesitate, Ideun threw off his unbuttoned shirt, waiting for Ji-an to open his eyes. Slowly, his eyelids lifted, revealing a prominent double eyelid. At that moment, a tear that had gathered fell from the corner of his eye.

Watching his own face reflected in Ji-an’s large eyes, Ideun continued to gaze at him.

“…Ajusshi.”

Hearing Ji-an’s muttered words as he bit down on his lip, Ideun instantly released the pheromones he’d been suppressing. Enveloping Ji-an from head to toe in his pheromones, Ji-an’s eyes filled with shock.

“Musk…”

Though he didn’t say it aloud, Ideun read Ji-an’s lips and smiled in satisfaction.

“Remember exactly who is embracing you from now on. Now that we’re in this relationship, don’t go spreading your legs so easily for anyone else. I’m not interested in sharing what’s mine.”

“No…”

As Ji-an, who’d been pleading eagerly just moments ago, struggled and tried to escape, Ideun grabbed both his wrists with one hand, pinning them above his head.

“No, it’s not…”

With his hands immobilized, Ji-an twisted and struggled, kicking his legs. Ideun’s hold overpowered him, and he bit into Ji-an’s neck as he pressed him down with his body.

“Don’t… Stop… You can’t…”

Ji-an’s tearful pleas, punctuated with sobs, went unheard by Ideun. Driven by instinct, he settled between Ji-an’s legs, now spread wide for his alpha.

“You were begging me to embrace you just moments ago. Now you’re saying no? While dripping wet like this? Is one not enough for you? Do you prefer changing partners every time?”

Ideun left a vivid bite mark on Ji-an’s neck, then probed between his legs with his free hand. While Ji-an’s p*nis softened, his slickness dripped, and his hole eagerly clung as if beckoning Ideun in with just a touch.

“You can have one-night stands and form bonds with others, but not with me?”

Inserting two fingers at once, Ji-an’s cries grew louder, yet his body, recognizing its bonded alpha, softened around Ideun’s fingers, clutching them with warm, yielding flesh.

“No… I won’t… I won’t do it!”

The tremor in Ji-an’s inner walls intensified as Ideun pressed his tender inner flesh with his fingers, dragging down slowly, making Ji-an’s body arch and spasm.

“You feel this good but don’t want it?”

Finding the spot that made Ji-an’s body contract with each rhythmic touch, Ideun’s fingers moved with practiced precision, coaxing out slick sounds as Ji-an’s release trickled down his hand.

Ji-an, unaware of the blood seeping from his tightly bitten lower lip, tried to push Ideun away with both arms. He hit his shoulders and pushed against his chest, but Ideun’s solid body didn’t budge, and a sob broke from Ji-an’s throat again.

It was a wood scent. It was supposed to be a wood scent. Why… why do you smell like musk?

You’re the one who can’t do this. His chaotic, jumbled mind could no longer think straight. What if Ideun was the person he’d spent the night with in France? If that was why he had imprinted on Ideun… he shouldn’t have let him imprint on him.

Unlike Ji-an’s confused mind, his omega body, meeting his imprinted alpha, hurriedly began to accept the pheromones that it had previously been unable to take in. He needed to escape him, but his body, drawn into the pleasure Ideun’s pheromones brought, craved more of him.

When Ideun, who filled him completely, began to move slowly, Ji-an’s toes curled, and his body shook. The thick, bulging veins stimulating his inner walls withdrew, only to slam back to the hilt, causing a moan to slip from Ji-an’s lips as he released his bitten lip.

“Hhk.”

If he had just been rough from the start, if he had just lost consciousness. Ji-an’s nails dug into Ideun’s shoulder.

“Your pretty lips are all torn. You might as well have bitten me.”

As Ideun moved closer, touching his own lips as if he were genuinely worried, Ji-an turned his head away.

“France.”

Turning his head, Ji-an couldn’t manage a coherent sentence.

“Looks like you remember now.”

As Ideun’s lips descended here and there on his face, Ji-an shut his eyes tightly. Why did he say that he’d had a companion when he was the one who had spent the night with him? He couldn’t keep up with Ideun’s thoughts and actions. Even now, he had no idea why he was doing this.

Unlike his utterly confused self, Ideun’s gestures were gentle, as if he were caressing a beloved lover, stroking Ji-an’s hair and pressing a kiss to his temple. Ji-an slowly opened his closed eyes.

“Are you really going to break my partial-imprint?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“You’ll regret it.”

“Do you think I’ve ever felt regret in my life?”

At Ideun’s confident words, Ji-an slowly turned to meet his gaze.

“The actions, the words, and the consequences that come from them – you’re going to regret it all deeply.”

“For something said while you’re on my dick, that’s pretty intense.”

Ji-an’s breath hitched at Ideun’s still-smug face. His chest felt like it was tearing apart, his head spinning. His vision blurred from the tears that kept welling up, obscuring Ideun’s face. The man holding him now was the same man he’d spent that night with in France.

And… his rut partner of several years.

The one he held and hated and resented endlessly, only to end up falling in love.

The one with whom he shared a stolen kiss in their last official night together, only to try to let go.

The one he had accidentally half-imprinted on.

“Even if you resent, hate, and loathe me later, it can’t be undone.”

“That won’t happen.”

At Ideun’s unwavering response, Ji-an closed his eyes, letting the tears spill, and gave a slight smile. Then, with the hand that had been gripping his shoulder, he cupped Ideun’s cheek.

“Welcome to my hell. Now, let’s start over with a kiss. I’ll give you everything you want. I won’t refuse or push you away. I won’t sleep with anyone else.”

Transparent tears traced the corners of Ji-an’s closed eyes. And the kiss that resumed was steeped in the metallic taste of blood.

“Nngh… ha… stop… no more.”

Ji-an shook his head as Ideun pushed deeper into a place he didn’t think could be reached. He stretched his hand to press down on Ideun’s lower abdomen, trying to push him away.

“After swallowing it all down, what are you so scared of?”

He had never felt this clear-minded before. Compared to the time he was forced into heat, this was entirely different. From the tips of his fingers to his toes, every inch of his skin that touched Ideun’s, down to the depths where heat pooled within, every part of him was saturated with the pleasure Ideun brought. Tears kept flowing from Ji-an’s eyes.

“Stop….”

As Ideun’s thick, pulsing veins dragged along his sensitive inner walls, Ji-an panted and twisted his waist as Ideun filled him again.

Although they had started on the living room sofa, Ji-an now found himself on the bed in the guest room. Under the bright lights that he’d usually block out or shroud in darkness, Ji-an closed his eyes. The feel of Ideun’s large hands traversing his body, the weight of Ideun’s body pressing down on him, and the heat flaring below wouldn’t let him release any coherent sound.

As Ji-an struggled to hold back, keeping Ideun from pushing deeper, his hands somehow ended up around Ideun’s neck. With each quick movement, the sheets rustled, their breaths mingled, and the musk scent filled his lungs, sending Ji-an back to a single point in the past.

“Seo Ji-an.”

“Nngh… ah….”

Clinging to Ideun, his body trembling, Ji-an couldn’t answer to the sound of his name in his ear.

“Ji-an.”

“… Please… more….”

Don’t call me by my name. Just move, mess me up, bruise me deep inside, leave me wrecked, he thought as he wrapped his legs around Ideun’s waist.

“Seo Ji-an. Open your eyes.”

“Finish inside… knot me….”

Growing desperate, Ji-an pulled Ideun closer, pressing his lips to any part he could reach. With his eyes shut, he brushed against Ideun’s jaw instead of his lips, then bit down on his shoulder.

Ji-an opened his eyes, his breath ragged, as Ideun’s rough grip cupped his jaw, making him look up at Ideun’s face illuminated by the light.

The one who had taken his first, dragged him through hell, stolen his heart, and forced an imprint onto him. He hated him, he wanted to hate him to death. Tears endlessly streamed down, blurring his vision again. Ji-an shut his eyes, pressing his lips to Ideun’s.

Let’s go to hell together.