Ch 35

A large amount of bodily fluid flowed out along the c*ck that was constantly digging into Ji-an, who was already full of his s*men and love juice due to knotting and ejaculation. Not to mention their lower bodies, the sheets were soaked, and the wet sound of water still erupted from the joint.

Another strong stimulation brought clean s*men out of Ji-an’s c*ck. The s*men that had been white at first was now as thin as water, not knowing how many times he had ejaculated. Ji-an twisted his waist and cried out in pleasure.

Not satisfied with roughly toying with Ji-an’s hole as if he was going to pierce it, Ideun did not give Ji-an a moment to rest and continued to thrust. Even though he was panting and begging from the continuous orgasm, Ideun did not stop.

“Haa. Ahh …” The voices of crying, moans, and groans were mixed together. Everything was excessive. The pheromones clinging to him, the sheets soaked with all sorts of bodily fluids touching his body, and even his skin rubbing against each other hotly were clouding Ji-an’s mind.

Lying face down, he lifted his hips to receive him, then sat up and shook his waist painfully on top of him. Now he was lying on his back on the bed and looking up at him.

The genitals that were pressing down on the deepest part of his body and hitting him hard were burdensome. Ji-an, whose physical and mental strength had reached their limits, let go of the sheets he was holding onto.

The man who was holding his hips and not allowing him to dodge was so vicious that Ji-an couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Seo Ji-an… … .”

Ji-an stretched out his arms toward Ideun, who was calling him with a voice as cold as his ferocious actions.

“Haa! Shh… … . Haa… … Hug… … Hug me.”

Today, Ideun wasn’t kind at all. It wasn’t like he wasn’t considerate like he was during Rut. This sight was squeezing Ji-an’s heart. His body, accustomed to him, responded steadily, and Ji-an couldn’t even make an excuse because he knew what kind of misunderstanding he was having.

Don’t say that I’m the only one, that there’s only me. Whether it was a lie or the truth, it was Ideun who prevented him from even saying those words.

With his legs spread wide apart, Ji-an’s legs, embracing him, swayed back and forth in the air. Ideun didn’t seem satisfied with the knotting, and didn’t let Ji-an go. It seemed like losing consciousness would be better.

The messy and dirty friction didn’t stop, and his whole body was boiling as if it was on fire. Unlike his body, which was writhing in pleasure from head to toe, his heart was cold.

Ji-an opened his tightly shut eyes and placed his hands next to his head, making eye contact with Ideun, who was looking down at him. His face trembled in the low light of the bedroom and the tears welling up.

“… … sss… … hug… … . I… … hug me.”

Ji-an placed his palm on Ideun’s cheek, who had completely stopped moving. Then he lifted his upper body and kissed his lips.

“You really… … .”

With his teeth clenched, Ideun murmured softly, and Ji-an slowly let go of his cheek that he had been holding. His hardened expression and darkened eyes seemed to know without even hearing the rest of his words.

Even if you don’t hug me, you don’t have to be so angry.

As Ideun, who had already entered deeply, put strength into his lower body and dug deeper, Ji-an’s eyes furrowed in pain accompanied by pleasure and his wet lips parted slightly.

“Baby.”

With a sigh, the scary expression that seemed like he would be scolding him at any moment disappeared, and a soft and warm voice and an unfamiliar title flowed out. This time, Ideun’s hands found Ji-an’s face. His face was trapped in both his hands, and feather-like lips settled on his forehead.

“Hah-eung… … Heuk… … .”

Ideun’s genitals, which were pressed down deep inside, slowly began to swell. Ji-an’s soles hit the bed as the change occurred in a state of extreme sensitivity. Ji-an lifted his upper body and tilted his head back, feeling the pleasure accompanied by unfamiliar pain as his stomach swelled according to the size of his genitals.

At this moment, neither his body nor mind followed his will. As the heat-filled s*men started to fill his body, already full of Ideun’s release, Ji-an’s toes curled. Ji-an recalled that before he lost his memories, Ideun never embraced or held him close.

Ideun, disheveled, gently stroked Ji-an’s back as he lay limp in his arms. He hadn’t intended to push this far. Though he knew he should restrain himself, the moment he touched Ji-an’s body, instinct took over.

Ji-an’s unknown past haunted him. He was aware that Ji-an had someone he truly liked—someone who wasn’t him. The half-bond Ji-an formed before they met, his body’s habits, and Ji-an’s open acknowledgment of his feelings for another made that clear.

And yet, how could he feel hatred toward a person he didn’t even know?

The clean face, fresh with the scent of body cleanser, and the wet hair and shower gown—thinking that someone else might have seen Ji-an in this state stirred jealousy within him.

Ji-an, who would confidently demand things as if he had every right, would falter and try to back away when those demands were met. That voice, calling him, was the same. The surprised expression and his fingertips seemed to ask, Why did you buy all this?

But what could have been going through that small head to change his behavior so suddenly?

An awkward, shy, and cautious kiss tore through Ideun’s base, despicable thoughts. It felt as though Ji-an was offering himself as compensation for what had been purchased—as if he was accustomed to giving his body in exchange for receiving something.

Even as he believed Ji-an wouldn’t act that way, Ideun posed provocative questions, pressed Ji-an despite his hesitation, and indulged in the sweetness Ji-an ultimately offered him.

Ji-an’s neck and shoulders, covered with bite marks and bruises, even bled. Earlier that day, hadn’t he told the heavens something like, It’s terrifying, and I’m cautious? He feared Ji-an might leave for that other person and that his own unrestrained, frenzied behavior would drive him away.

Should he just lock him up? Somewhere no one could see him.

Where no one could reach him.

Not even old acquaintances.

Not even ignorant fools who might recklessly hurt Ji-an.

Ideun reached out and slightly brightened the room’s lighting.

Ji-an’s eyes were still red, the heat lingering, and his tears hadn’t completely dried. As Ideun adjusted Ji-an’s position slightly to make him more comfortable, a soft moan escaped from Ji-an’s lips. The knot they had formed hadn’t loosened yet, and Ji-an’s hot body still gripped him tightly.

Lowering his hand to Ji-an’s swollen abdomen, Ideun let out a distorted, bitter laugh.

He said he couldn’t have children? But… who knows? If the disrupted pheromone balance stabilized… If Ji-an broke his half-bond and formed a complete one with me… Then maybe. He’d stay by my side. And if we had a child… Maybe I could tie Ji-an to me forever.

Delusions fed by his foolish desires spiraled further into absurd fantasies.

***

“…Do I need to report you to the police?”

Ideun couldn’t readily respond to Rowoon’s remark.

“Are you even human?”

To that, too, Ideun had no reply.

“This guy… He’s lost it.”

Standing by the bed, Ideun nodded faintly at Rowoon’s words as he examined Ji-an’s injuries. It had been a night where instinct had ruled him—fueled by anger at someone he didn’t know, resentment toward the person Ji-an had bonded with and liked, and anxiety about Ji-an possibly disappearing at any moment.

It was Ji-an who bore the brunt of his depravity, and the evidence was left all over his body. Especially the injuries covering Ji-an’s neck and shoulders, which, if untreated, risked infection, prompting him to call Rowoon.

The sight of Rowoon touching Ji-an’s exposed skin for treatment filled Ideun with an almost unbearable urge to shove his hands away—a clear sign he had indeed lost his mind.

“You pushed someone this far just to break a bond? Do you think forming or breaking bonds is child’s play? Something you can do on a whim? And Ji-an, who endured all this—he…”

“Just focus on the treatment.”

When Rowoon applied disinfectant to Ji-an’s wounds, causing him to wince even in his sleep, Ideun muttered a single word before being banished from the bedroom.

Shortly after, Rowoon emerged from the room. As he tried to close the door behind him, Ideun stopped him and led him to the study, offering a freshly brewed coffee.

After setting up an IV drip for Ji-an, Rowoon explained its usage and left additional instructions.

“Was it a rut?”

“No.”

“Are you sure I don’t need to report this? I’m a medical professional before I’m your friend.”

“I admit I went overboard…”

“Everyone knows what happens when an Alpha loses control with an Omega, so I won’t harp on that. But seriously—pace yourself. Ji-an’s basic stamina isn’t anywhere near yours. His breathing’s not alarming, but he still has a lingering cold. Did you even make sure he’s taking his medicine?”

Ideun clicked his tongue softly, recalling the untouched packet of medicine left on the kitchen counter.

“He doesn’t need anything special—just eat well, sleep well, avoid the cold, stay warm at home with proper humidity, and rest peacefully. And yes, pheromones can help, but considering how much you’ve already overwhelmed him with yours, I have nothing to add there.”

After delivering his warnings, Rowoon left. Ideun returned to the bedroom, pondering what “moderation” even meant.

When he carefully lay beside Ji-an, it was Ji-an who reacted first, turning toward him and reaching out.

As Ideun shifted closer, Ji-an pressed against him, resting his head on Ideun’s arm. The hand with the IV drip gently touched Ideun’s cheek before gripping his collar, and Ji-an inhaled deeply before exhaling and slipping back into a deep sleep.

Ji-an’s every unconscious action seemed to seek him out, and the last deep breath felt like Ji-an was confirming his pheromones.

Ideun brushed aside Ji-an’s still-damp hair, dried as much as possible earlier, and touched his tear-streaked red eyes, soft cheeks, and slightly swollen lips. His jaw tightened as he suppressed the wild desire to thrust back into Ji-an, despite knowing how much rest he needed.

***

The rustling sound and the loss of the warmth he had been holding made Ideun’s eyes snap open. Sitting up abruptly, he looked around the room. Though the blackout curtains were drawn for Ji-an’s comfort, the dimly lit bedroom made it easy to spot his surroundings.

The warmth of the bed and the faint heat where Ji-an had been indicated he hadn’t left long ago. Through the open bedroom door, Ji-an’s voice and Bobo’s soft meows could be heard. Even knowing Ji-an was still nearby, Ideun couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling of loss that clung to him.

Why did he feel as though Ji-an had been taken from him—or worse, that he’d lost him? Perhaps it was the anxiety of what hadn’t yet happened. Even while holding Ji-an in his arms, the thought that he might vanish at any moment loomed over him.

“Baby.”

Shaking off his heavy thoughts, Ideun got out of bed and leaned against the doorframe, watching the two interact. Ji-an was clearly scolding Bobo, who must have been begging for treats despite having had a hearty breakfast.

Ji-an’s voice repeated, “No. You’ll burst. Look how round you are!”

His rebuke ended as their eyes met, Ji-an shooting him a sharp glare. At the same time, Bobo lunged for Ideun’s heels.

With a flick of his gaze, Ji-an spun on his heel, dismissing him entirely, and headed for the sofa. The white bandage on Ji-an’s exposed nape caught Ideun’s attention as he walked away.

“Want some milk?”

Considering Ji-an’s discomfort and the need for something warm, milk was the first thing that came to Ideun’s mind. His suggestion earned him a glare filled with dissatisfaction as Ji-an turned back, hands on his hips, and beckoned him closer with a curling finger.

“Are you even human?”

Hearing the same words Rowoon had said earlier now coming from Ji-an, Ideun found himself once again at a loss for words.

“I… I told you! I was tired! I told you to stop! Didn’t I?!”

Ji-an’s raspy voice scolded him, his poking finger jabbing at Ideun’s chest. Despite the sharp reprimand, Ji-an’s adorably angry face made Ideun clench his teeth to stifle a laugh.

Instead, he stepped closer and cautiously embraced Ji-an. His small body, steeped in Ideun’s pheromones, fit perfectly in his arms.