DOGC Ch 15

How much does he know, this man? And what does he want to do from now on?

“I, I was…”

The words never finished forming.

The sunlight slanted. The long stretch of light over the sea was reflected in the swaying waves, shimmering. The expression ‘the sunlight is shattering’ must be used for moments like this.

Seorim moved his feet toward the guesthouse. The two men’s footprints were imprinted side by side on the sand. The surging waves crashed against the shore, creating white foam.

🦅

Ryu Yeonho, who I thought was a workaholic, was surprisingly good at playing the part of a loafer. The scenery of the tranquil seaside village and Ryu Yeonho together was incredibly incongruous. Seeing him lying still on the wooden porch, napping or just lazing around, was unsettling. It was even more so because I had no idea what was going on inside his seemingly peaceful mind.

Around lunchtime, Seorim left the house without a word.

“Trying to run away again?”

Yeonho asked, seeing Seorim in the yard, ready to leave. Anyone watching would think he was a man trying to catch a straying spouse. With a complicated heart, Seorim furrowed his brow and replied.

“I’m not running away. I have nowhere else to go.”

“Then?”

“I’m just going out for some air because I’m sick and tired of you, Ryu Yeonho.”

“You say things that hurt a man’s feelings.”

Just in case, Seorim added a beat later.

“Don’t follow me.”

“I wasn’t going to. Want me to give you a ride?”

“You don’t even know where I’m going.”

“Then should I come out to meet you on your way back?”

Since when were we so close? Besides, he didn’t even want to imagine how much they would stand out walking with Ryu Yeonho at his side. Only after repeatedly begging him not to leave the house did Seorim finally depart.

He was out, but he had no particular place to go. There was no more ringing in his ears, no more anxiety that made it hard to breathe. It seemed to be because of Ryu Yeonho’s presence. He didn’t know if he should call it a relief that confusion and turmoil had pushed out the fear and filled its place.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he was working at the restaurant, he didn’t have any thoughts. He had quite liked that feeling of satisfaction that subtly filled him, proportional to his physical exertion. Seorim lingered in front of the guesthouse for a moment before turning his steps toward the street with the restaurant.

The wind carried the damp scent of the sea. It was a short walk, just over 15 minutes from the guesthouse to the restaurant. A simple route. Although there were many people coming and going, because he had already had an emotional outburst, the anxiety was less than before.

As he entered the restaurant, the smell of oil, seasonings, and fermented fish sauce was the first to greet Seorim’s nose.

“You’re here, Mr. Jeongnam.”

Replying to the familiar greeting with a vague smile, Seorim tied on an apron.

There weren’t many orders today. Once the lunch peak passed, the restaurant quickly became quiet. By the time he finished the dishes, most of the customers had usually left. It wasn’t a bad choice for a temporary refuge. The repetitive tasks of ladling soup or wiping bowls slowly dried up his complicated thoughts.

While busy moving his body, anxiety held its breath and guilt could not cross the threshold. Of course, his head would probably get complicated again when he returned to the guesthouse because of the uninvited guest who had appeared since yesterday.

After working busily, a quiet time had arrived, and Seorim was clearing the tables. The sound of the owner trimming fish cakes on a cutting board and the voices of broadcasters chattering on the radio filled the silence.

—Well, we’re back again today. It’s time to summarize the hot issues that have heated up the business section, [We Want to Know, Our Economy!].

—Wow, I’m curious what kind of interesting stories you’ve brought today.

—Actually, there’s been one particularly major issue lately, so we keep talking about just that.

—That’s right. The business section has been all about this one company.

Clatter, a stack of plates slid, bumping against each other. Seorim carefully moved the tray to the kitchen so the tower of plates wouldn’t fall.

He soaked a rag in warm water at the sink. After wringing it out completely, he went back out to the dining hall, where the radio host’s lighthearted voice could be heard.

—As our listeners have all guessed, we’re going to talk about Taehwa Construction.

Instantly, the hand wiping the table stopped. His wide-open pupils took in the stained table. His lower lip trembled slightly on its own.

—Taehwa Construction, one of the country’s leading construction companies, recently saw its stock price plummet by nearly 27 percent, which sent a huge shock through the market.

—Wow, those who bought Taehwa stock must have been quite heartbroken.

Even though it was buried between laughter, Seorim felt his blood run cold.

—Behind the plunge was the allegation of accounting fraud by Director Ryu Hyunjoon. The Financial Supervisory Service launched an emergency investigation as evidence of internal trading and accounting book manipulation came to light.

—And this wasn’t just a simple accounting error, was it? There were signs of inflated profits, and even talk of fictitious sales transactions with non-existent affiliates.

—This is a complete catastrophe, this is. Because it utterly shatters the company’s credibility.

Words that were difficult for Seorim to understand followed one after another. He didn’t know the details, but it seemed Ryu Hyunjoon had done something. And that it had dealt a major blow to Taehwa Construction.

—As a result, Director Ryu is under investigation for accounting fraud and breach of trust, right?

What?

Ryu Hyunjoon was under investigation. Information Seorim had never imagined flowed from the radio. Could that be the reason he didn’t show up at the meeting place on that snowy day? He had no way of coming across news or current events at the mansion or after leaving it, so this was all new to him.

So there was an incident like that behind his worsening complexion. But why did he hate Ryu Yeonho so much? What was the connection between the accounting fraud being exposed and Ryu Yeonho? Was the arrow just aimed at Ryu Yeonho for no reason?

—On top of that, Taehwa Construction has had a lot going on in many ways lately.

He had a feeling he knew what words would come next. His chest churned chaotically. Just as the fear that had receded for a while reached out its fingertips to strangle him again, the owner stood in front of the radio with a small yawn.

“What was it, that channel with a lot of songs.”

Oh Yeonji casually pressed the buttons protruding from the radio’s surface to tune the frequency. Chijik, a mix of static and people’s conversations flowed from the speaker. After a short while, she must have found a channel she liked, as she took her hand away. Now, a song sung by several men to a boisterous accompaniment was playing on the radio.

Perhaps because he was now distanced from the source of his anxiety, his ragged breathing gradually subsided. Seorim poured a glass of water on the table and took a sip. Only then did the tension cautiously leave his shoulders.

“Could you wipe that over there?”

At Oh Yeonji’s words, Seorim silently nodded and picked up the dishcloth. As the simple actions of just holding something, wiping, putting it down, and holding it again continued, the sharp tension flowing through his body gradually eased. While working, Seorim tried hard not to say anything to himself.

However, he couldn’t help but be bothered by what he heard on the radio. Taehwa Construction, a leading domestic construction company, had suffered a stock market crash, sending a huge shock through the market. And yet, Ryu Yeonho, who should be acting as its head, was lying down in a guesthouse.

He knew it was none of his business, but he wondered if this was really okay. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand Ryu Yeonho’s actions.

After he finished organizing the remaining condiment containers, the day’s work was more or less done. Oh Yeonji, who had turned off the fryer, approached with a black plastic bag in her hand.

“You worked hard today. I packed some fried food, take it with you.”

“Ah, um, thank you.”

It was unfamiliar, her packing up leftover food along with his pay every time. When Seorim awkwardly expressed his thanks, Oh Yeonji crinkled the corners of her eyes into a kind smile.

Holding the unfamiliar kindness in his arms, Seorim headed for the guesthouse where his freeloader was waiting.

The sun was setting. The houses, which had absorbed the sunlight all day, were quiet as if slowly preparing for the night. The rural village, with few residents to begin with, would become noticeably deserted in the evening.

He was gradually getting used to this village and this life. Though he didn’t know how long he could live like this. Seorim walked up the small hill into the guesthouse yard, pressing down the smell of oil from the restaurant into his chest.

And then he stopped dead in his tracks.

…What is that man doing now.

The scene unfolding at the guesthouse was absurd.

At the edge of the wooden porch, where the sun was setting, he saw Ryu Yeonho. He was sitting with his long legs folded, facing the grandmother with a red basin between them. Inside the basin was a heap of what looked like well-washed seashells.

Seorim placed the bag of fried food on one side of the porch. At the rustle, Yeonho raised his head and looked at Seorim.

“You’re back?”

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t know what this is, do you.”

Now that he looked, he was even wearing a comfortable t-shirt. What on earth had possessed him to bring a change of clothes? Seorim replied with a flat gaze.

“I have no idea.”

“Me neither.”

“You’re trimming them without even knowing what they are?”

The grandmother, who had been listening to the conversation, laughed heartily and gave the answer instead.

“This is bomal, bomal. I’m gonna make some porridge for dinner.”

Bomal. Ryu Yeonho muttered the word under his breath and smiled faintly. For a man his age, he had a strangely childlike expression. The look in his eyes was much softer than when he was wearing a high-end shirt at the mansion.

Ryu Yeonho was quick to follow the grandmother’s hand gestures. His speed at shucking the bomal shells was quite fast. They say a dominant alpha learns everything well once taught, and it seemed his genes weren’t going anywhere.

“That’s right, that’s right, so the tall one here is named Yeonho. And what’s your name, sonny. I just realized I haven’t even asked your name.”

When did they even introduce themselves? Was Ryu Yeonho so friendly that he could get close to a countryside grandmother? He saw Yeonho’s lips part as if to answer for him. Before he could, Seorim quickly cut him off.

“He is…”

“I, I’m Jeongnam.”

He couldn’t reveal his real name, not knowing what might happen. At the name that came out of nowhere, Yeonho made a puzzled face, then soon muttered with a laugh in his voice.

“And your name is Jeongnam.”

He couldn’t help the back of his neck flushing. Seorim cleared his throat, which wasn’t even scratchy, and looked at the shucked bomal.

“I’m, I’m hungry, Grandma.”

“Oh, oh, right. I’ll make porridge with this, so you go play.”

The grandmother, holding a basket piled high with bomal, disappeared into the kitchen. Watching her small back, Seorim asked Yeonho.

“Were you always so friendly?”

“I like old people.”

“You don’t really seem like it.”

“I like proper old people. Not the ones who’ve coasted through life.”

He had a feeling that his own father was probably included in ‘the ones who’ve coasted through life.’ Suddenly, he once again wondered just how much Ryu Yeonho knew.

He was curious, yet afraid to ask. How do I look to you? Do I look like a male prostitute who killed the chairman who bought me and shamelessly ran away to the countryside to live, or a victim who had no choice but to flee after being caught up in an incident, or a bird that broke out of its cage and found freedom?

Ryu Yeonho was an eccentric. A man like a storm raging over the sea. There was no telling what kind of wave he would bring. Seorim couldn’t understand his own heart, which wanted to push him away yet also wanted to leave him be.

The savory smell of sesame oil from the bomal being sautéed wafted all the way to the yard. It was a fragrance he had rarely smelled at the mansion. Staring blankly at the steaming window, Seorim opened his mouth.

“Is Yeonwoo doing well?”

Ryu Yeonho was looking up at the star-studded sky, his chin resting on his hand. His gaze moved from the sky and the house to fall upon Seorim. When their eyes finally met, Yeonho put on a relaxed smile.

“Curious?”

Had he ever seen him make such an expression?

His heart trembled faintly. He didn’t know why, but he was afraid. He suppressed the unfamiliar emotion that was trying to raise its head. It was a phenomenon that sometimes occurred when he faced Ryu Yeonho.

“…Just because.”

Seorim turned his head away, running from the emotion and from himself.

“But are you really not going back to Seoul?”

“Why do you keep trying to send me away. I need to rest too.”

“Is this really the time to be resting?”

Yeonho didn’t answer. The story he heard on the radio, about Taehwa Construction’s stock price plummeting, came to mind. As the de facto head, this wasn’t the time for him to be idly watching the sea here.

“The company… it seems to be in a lot of trouble right now.”

“How would you know that.”

“I heard it on the radio while I was working. They said the stock price dropped a lot.”

Yeonho, who had been looking at Seorim for a moment, replied in a calm voice.

“It’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Is it really… okay?”

Is it really okay? What on earth are you thinking? Frustration surged, and Seorim poured out his words without taking a breath.

“Is it okay to just do nothing and watch like this? The company, and me too…”

He wasn’t just talking about the company. Ryu Yeonho was taking no action against the person who might have killed his father. The company seemed to be in shambles, and his father was dead, yet he couldn’t understand why he was just holding onto him. But no answer came back.

🦅

Exactly four days after Ryu Yeonho showed up at the ends of the earth, the extraordinary began.

Did they say winters are short these days? The morning sun wrapping around the guesthouse porch was now quite warm. When the weather gets this nice, spring comes in an instant.

He had also gotten used to having breakfast with someone. The savory scent of soybean paste stew spread through the air, filling the dining table, and the grandmother placed the carefully prepared side dishes one by one.

“Looks delicious.”

Next to him, Ryu Yeonho let out a small exclamation of admiration. Looking at him like this, he was no different from any other grandson. Though it was a mystery whether that man had ever actually received a meal prepared by his grandmother.

Today, grilled fish, soybean paste stew, and rolled omelets were on the table. It was amazing how she made different side dishes every day. It seemed the grandmother’s expression had also brightened compared to when he first saw her.

Does she enjoy making meals?

Seorim looked at the grandmother’s wrinkled hands and picked up his spoon. But he couldn’t continue his meal peacefully.

The moment he put the first spoonful in his mouth, his stomach churned. A sudden wave of nausea rose, and Seorim put down his spoon and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Ugh, eup.”

What is this?

It was just ordinary soybean paste stew. He could feel Ryu Yeonho’s gaze fixed on his cheek. Seorim forced himself to erase his flustered expression and reached his chopsticks toward the kimchi.

The moment he picked up a leaf with his chopsticks, something surged from within him. His mouth filled with sticky saliva. His esophagus tightened as if forcefully pushing something up, refusing to let food in.

What’s wrong with me?

Seorim froze with the chopsticks halfway to his mouth. He couldn’t feel the temperature of the rice, the taste of the kimchi, nothing. Only the feeling of nausea spreading throughout his mouth assailed him.

Yeonho, who had been watching him intently, asked.

“What’s wrong with you.”

“It’s nothing.”

He mixed rice into the soybean paste stew and forced himself to eat it. He hoped the savory broth would soothe his stomach, but the food provoked a completely different reaction the moment it touched his mouth. His stomach twisted.

“Are you feeling sick?”

Shaking his head, he swallowed the soup he held in his mouth. His palms became damp with sweat.

He tried taking a deep breath, but his stomach didn’t feel any better. Rather, it felt full and bloated even though he hadn’t put anything in it.

“You look pale. Are you sick somewhere?”

“I’m fine.”

From the kitchen, the grandmother was bringing more side dishes, and Ryu Yeonho was placing a piece of kimchi on his plate. Seorim turned his head as much as possible to avoid their gazes.

Is it because I’ve been working a bit lately? I’ve heard of something called stress-induced gastritis.

“Hey, hey, sonny. Don’t have an appetite? Why’d your face get so pale.”

“Ah, um, the food isn’t going down well. I think I ate too much fried food before bed yesterday.”

“Is that so? You should eat this soybean paste stew to settle your stomach. Mix some water with your rice and just slurp it down.”

Saliva kept pooling in his mouth. Seorim maintained as calm an expression as possible and raised his water cup to wet his lips. But soon, the retching that had risen to the back of his neck grazed his jaw.

Seorim, who had stood up abruptly, strode past the kitchen and outside. More accurately, he ran.

“Eup, oo, blech.”

As soon as he closed the small bathroom door and knelt before the toilet, the soup and rice he hadn’t managed to swallow came pouring out. Sticky tears flowed simultaneously with the vomit.

It was strange. He hadn’t even eaten much, so why was his stomach in such an uproar?

Overwhelmed by an unexplainable discomfort, Seorim placed one hand next to the toilet and gasped for breath. Just then, a quiet knock came from outside the door.

“You.”

It was Ryu Yeonho.

Seorim didn’t answer. When he exhaled, another wave of nausea rose. In the meantime, the door opened, and Ryu Yeonho poked his head in, his brow slightly furrowed.

“What’s wrong. Tell me.”

Yeonho’s hand came to rest on his back. Hadn’t he shown him the sight of him vomiting before? The setting was very different from now.

Of course, it was an embarrassing scene then, just as it was now.

“I think I have an upset stomach. Maybe the fried food was old.”

“An upset stomach when you’ve barely eaten anything?”

“I don’t know, either. I just feel nauseous.”

“One thing after another with you.”

Along with the small reprimand, Ryu Yeonho patted his back a couple more times. There was nothing left to bring up, so only clear stomach acid dripped onto the toilet bowl.

His lips had become parched. Seorim clutched his throbbing head and rinsed his mouth with water.

My body really is broken.

It’s not helping me in so many ways. He didn’t know if the grandmother had any medicine for this in her medicine box.

“Don’t mess around today and just stay home.”

“…Okay.”

He could have retorted, who are you to tell me what to do, but he didn’t. Along with the discomfort, an ominous feeling of unknown origin quietly bloomed. Unable to understand the reason, Seorim silently licked his dry lips.

🦅

As Ryu Yeonho had said, he didn’t go out.

He had thought his condition was only off for a moment in the morning, but he couldn’t eat anything all day. With nothing going in, he naturally had no energy. Just like when he had subsisted on just enough food not to die at the mansion, Seorim spent his time crouched on the wooden porch, watching the scenery outside.

In the evening, hoping the nausea would subside even a little, he took a walk along the beach.

“Nice view.”

Ryu Yeonho didn’t take any particular action, but he persistently followed him from behind. When he stopped walking for a moment because a wave of nausea came over him, his gaze would immediately follow.

“Can’t you stop following me around for a bit.”

“I have to stick my fingers down your throat if you vomit.”

“There’s nothing left to come out.”

“Then why do you feel sick. Your face looks like you’re about to die.”

Seorim looked down at his own stomach and grabbed the skin with his hand.

“I guess I used this body too roughly, so it’s all broken down.”

“Your body is your asset, you shouldn’t treat it like that.”

Yeonho looked like he was about to take a cigarette out of his pocket, but then put it back in.

“That’s good. Now you can use it sparingly.”

He didn’t know that for sure. What would happen from now on. He was turning a blind eye to Ryu Yeonho being here because he was an eccentric man whose thoughts he couldn’t fathom, but what would happen if someone else found out?

His head ached. His stomach was empty, and he lacked the strength to think deeply about anything. After finishing their short evening walk, Seorim returned to the guesthouse.

His stomach didn’t feel any better, so he couldn’t eat dinner properly. He just wet his throat with some thin rice gruel the grandmother had made.

Once the moon was fully risen, Seorim collapsed face-first onto the laid-out bedding. He had completely drained his energy fighting the queasiness in his stomach all day. A wave of fatigue washed over him even though he hadn’t done anything. He wondered if his chest had been in such turmoil these past few days that it had made him sick.

“You seem to be having a really hard time.”

While he was suffering to death, for some reason, Ryu Yeonho’s calmness today was getting on his nerves. Seorim didn’t answer and just pulled the blanket up to his neck and closed his eyes.

Rustle, he heard the sound of Ryu Yeonho lying down not far from him. It was absurd that he was lying under the same blanket with this man.

He crawled to the very edge of the blanket to get as far away from Ryu Yeonho as possible. The other man didn’t seem to mind and didn’t move an inch.

The surroundings became quiet.

The occasional sound of the wind through the crack in the window or the chirping of insects from a distance only emphasized the silence.

Seorim was falling asleep, his tired body buried deep within the blanket. Wrapped in the cozy bedding, a languor spread to his fingertips, and the pleasant sense of powerlessness led to sleep at some point.

It should have been that way, but his body felt strange.

At first, he thought it was hot inside the blanket. He reached out to kick the edge of the blanket off, but it didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t the blanket, but his own skin that was radiating heat.

The back of his neck was hot and flushed. The rims of his ears were burning, and his heart was beating unnecessarily fast. His sleeping mind floated up to the surface of shallow sleep, and Seorim slowly began to recognize reality.

He was thirsty. It wasn’t a thirst for water.

Seorim covered his forehead with one arm. Ryu Yeonho’s breathing could be heard, low and regular. The strong awareness that he was lying next to him made the heat flare up even faster.

Fuck, this is.

Seorim, who had hastily thrown off the blanket, grabbed the pill bottle he had placed on the vanity. His hand trembled as he opened the lid and took out the pills. He swallowed five suppressants without any water.

He had been careless because his heat cycle hadn’t come for a while. Because Ryu Yeonho had been suppressing his pheromones, he had forgotten just how strong his dominant traits were.

Yes, Ryu Yeonho was definitely suppressing his pheromones. So why was he suddenly burning up like this? His whole body itched as if he were in heat.

“Hh, ah, ugh…”

His muscles ached to the point that Seorim was panting with ragged breaths. He managed to lie down again, but every time his skin touched the blanket, his senses became more acute.

Just wait a little, it’ll be okay, he told himself. But as time passed, there was no sign of the arousal subsiding.

Seorim let out a low moan as if he were suffering internally.

He tried to close his eyes again, but even behind his eyelids, the heat squirmed. His sweat-soaked underwear clung to his skin, making it even more irritating.

“Ha, ugh, ugh.”

Please, why? Why now of all times?

Holding his breath, he slowly turned his head. Under the same blanket, Ryu Yeonho lay beside him, breathing evenly.

Instinctively, he moved closer to him. The long eyelashes, the peacefully closed eyes, the sharply defined facial features were all clearly visible even in the darkness.

Seorim looked up at Yeonho with dazed, unfocused eyes. His mouth watered as if he were facing a delicious meal while starving. The breath he exhaled grew hot.

No, no.

His mind kept sending danger signals. Don’t cross the line. You’ll regret it.

Let’s just leave the room. Having barely reached a conclusion, Seorim threw off the blanket. He was just about to get up and leave the room.

His wrist was caught. A strong force pulled Seorim down, toppling his body.

Yeonho swiftly climbed on top of Seorim, who had been laid down on the blanket. As if he had never been asleep, his bewitching eyes captured Seorim. The lust pooled in his gaze was calm, yet it held an undeniable presence.

Surprised, Seorim moved his trembling lips and asked.

“Weren’t you, sleeping?”

“Who can sleep peacefully when someone is groaning like that right next to them.”

“That’s, um, I’m, I’m sorry, it’s just.”

Yeonho’s fingertips slid down Seorim’s nape. The sensitively flushed skin sweetly accepted even the smallest stimulation.

“You’re hot. Your fever has gone up a lot.”

“It’s strange. It’s not, my heat, but, why did it, become like this.”

“What should I do for you.”

Beyond their pressed chests, he could feel Ryu Yeonho’s heart racing. He lowered his head and kissed the prominent collarbone. Seorim squeezed his eyes shut and held back a moan.

“Do, something, please. I think, I’m going to, die.”

“Busy vomiting during the day, and struggling in heat at night. Your body won’t last.”

“I don’t, know about that……. Huh? Hurry.”

Why was he pleading with Ryu Yeonho like this.

A sense of self-loathing rose for a moment, but the craving that had swelled up even larger swallowed his reason whole. Goosebumps rose wherever Ryu Yeonho’s breath touched. With skilled hands, he stripped off the clothes Seorim was wearing.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I don’t, know. Hurry, up.”

“You’re completely out of your mind.”

His upper body was completely exposed. He wasn’t embarrassed even though his bare skin was revealed. He just wanted those hands to caress him here and there, quickly.

“Why did you endure it. You should have woken me up right away. Said you wanted to have sex, that you were so horny you couldn’t stand it.”

Yeonho smiled faintly and buried his face in Seorim’s nipple. The tightly erect tip was sucked between his lips. A gasp escaped as a soft tongue pressed and pushed against the tip.

“Heuk, ah, ugh.”

The sensation of his lips tightening on the nipple was vivid. On the other side, fingers took on the same role. Being caressed on both sides at once made the area around his navel itch like crazy.

Not knowing what to do, Seorim wrapped his arms around Yeonho’s head. The pheromones he was releasing subtly pressed on his lungs. It seemed to heighten his already sensitive senses several times over.

Long fingers playfully pinched and scraped the pink-tinged nipple. As if on purpose, Ryu Yeonho made wet sounds with the tip in his mouth. From the strong stimulation, Seorim shook his head from side to side.

“Ugh, heuu, there, ah, eut.”

“How did you bear it all this time. Did you touch yourself?”

“No, eut, mm.”

“You don’t know how to do that? Then you must have gotten turned on and gone into heat just by looking at me.”

With the nipple still in his mouth, Yeonho slipped his hand into Seorim’s pants. Soon, the clothes on his waist were pulled down along with his underwear. He was completely naked, but a sense of liberation rather than shame came first.

Seorim unconsciously lifted his legs and wrapped them around Yeonho’s waist. He could feel that the space between his buttocks was completely wet and slick.

“I barely even touched you.”

Yeonho’s fingers gently swept over the hole. Sticky slick clung to his fingertips. Even with the shallow contact, the inner walls squirmed with anticipation.

“Do it, inside me.”

Reason had long since disappeared. Seorim parted his lips, glistening with saliva, and mumbled. Seeing this, Yeonho let out a low laugh and pushed his middle finger inside.

“Ugh, no, not your finger.”

In truth, even just the finger felt good. But Seorim knew a greater pleasure. Ryu Yeonho, on top of him, was the one person who could give him the most supreme pleasure he knew.

“Not your finger, what then. You want my cock inside?”

“Yes, hurry…”

“It’ll hurt if I put it in already. You’ll tear.”

The fingers increased to two. The middle and ring fingers repeatedly tapped and slid in and out of Seorim’s inner walls. When the folds were pressed firmly, his hips shot up.

“My cock is swollen stiff because of you, so I have to open you up properly. Bear with it.”

“Euk, hoo, ah, ugh.”

“Does it feel that good with just my fingers?”

As if trying to forcefully stretch him open, Yeonho repeatedly spread and closed his fingers. With every pass of his hand, fluid seeped out from inside.

“The blanket is going to get wet.”

The speed of his fingers moving inside quickened. Seorim’s member pressed against his stomach and spurted out a gush of pre-cum. It felt like every place that could produce fluid was wet. Between his buttocks, his eyes, the tip of his member, everything was damp.

“Eup, heu, ah, uuu.”

Without realizing it, Seorim wrapped his arms around Yeonho’s neck and pulled him closer. Their lips met without a word needing to be spoken. Fingers filled him from below, and a tongue filled his mouth.

As his lower lip was sucked, his mouth opened wide on its own. Like a beast tasting its prey, Yeonho’s tongue greedily licked the inside of Seorim’s mouth. His breath became ragged as the tip of the tongue touched the soft flesh.

After tangling their tongues at length, Yeonho gently raised the corners of his mouth.

“Should I put it in now.”

“Ugh.”

“Can’t even speak properly. Seorim only knows sex.”

While using the tone of a person lecturing a child, he grabbed his legs and spread them. With Seorim limp, Yeonho pulled down his own underwear. Soon, a threateningly veined member sprung out with a thump.

“Relax.”

At the sight of the member, his head felt like it would go numb with anticipation. The thick tip of the glans touched his hole, and soon, an unusual pressure overwhelmed Seorim.

“Ha, ugh…!”

No matter how strong the arousal, the pain that accompanied penetration was still there. It was so large that his lower abdomen bulged out. Seorim let out a moan and buried his head in the pillow.

The member thrust in strongly once and then pulled out. The moment it pulled out, it felt like his inner walls were being dragged along with it.

“Slowly, eut, ah!”

“Slowly?”

“Ugh, ugh.”

“I don’t think I can do that for you.”

True to his words, Ryu Yeonho thrust his member fiercely. As the speed gradually increased, stifled moans burst out uncontrollably. The pleasure reached its peak, and tears poured out.

“Euk, ah! Haa, eut.”

“Shhh.”

When his moans turned into sobs, Yeonho pressed his upper body close. He whispered sweetly in Seorim’s ear.

“You have to be quiet. Are you trying to put on a show for Grandma?”

Belatedly, Seorim’s eyes shot open and he clamped a hand over his own mouth. Intoxicated by the heat, he had forgotten they weren’t alone. Due to the tension, his inner walls automatically tightened.

“Grandma would be shocked . Grandma would be shocked if she found out her two grandsons were fooling around in the same bed.”

Thinking that the grandmother might find out strangely intoxicated him with even more excitement. For some reason, it felt like if he hid in Ryu Yeonho’s arms, he could truly hide. Seorim wrapped his arms tightly around Yeonho’s nape.

“Ugh, heu, euup.”

“Cute, Seorim. Are you scared?”

Yeonho grabbed both of Seorim’s legs and slung them over his shoulders. Because of this, the head of his penis pushed all the way to the end of the inner wall. The union was so deep it was starting to hurt his stomach.

“Cover your mouth well. If you’re loud, you’ll be caught.”

Even while saying those words of concern, his hips didn’t stop. His toes curled and uncurled on their own. He was out of his mind. All that filled his head was pleasure and thirst.

“Ugh, heu, I’ll cover, my mouth, so, more.”

He didn’t even know what he was saying. Transparent fluid continued to trickle out from between his buttocks.

“Good boy.”

“Ah-eup, oo, heu, ugh.”

“You have to say it like that when there’s something you want.”

The penis repeatedly slammed to the very end of his inner wall. Yeonho, who had leaned down, briefly kissed the back of Seorim’s hand that was covering his mouth.

“But since you’re not good at that, I’ll do it for you.”

“Eup, oo, ugh.”

“You’re so much trouble.”

He didn’t know what he was saying. His head couldn’t keep up with the conversation. Unable to overcome the pleasure, Seorim came first. The ejaculated semen splattered like shrapnel on Yeonho’s and Seorim’s bodies.

“You came alone?”

“Ugh, haa…”

“Then and now, you only think of yourself.”

As soon as his words ended, Yeonho put Seorim’s legs down. Then he turned his body over, making him lie on his stomach. They were in a position like dogs mating.

The afterglow of his climax still lingered, and his hole was puckering. But Ryu Yeonho showed no mercy.

“Do you know that doing it from behind is the best position for getting pregnant?”

“Eup, ha, how, would I know, something like that.”

“That’s why all animals do it this way.”

Thrusting his penis in, Yeonho placed a hand on Seorim’s lower abdomen.

“Because it’s close to the womb.”

“Heuu, ah!”

“It’s touching. Right here.”

Just as he said, he could feel the head of the penis reaching the end of the inner wall. It was a position with an extremely deep connection. He was so crushed by the pressure that he couldn’t breathe properly.

“Euk, oo, hoou.”

If he lost focus for a moment, a loud sound felt like it would escape. With a trembling hand, Seorim covered his mouth again. Yeonho blew hot breath by Seorim’s ear and pinched his nipple.

Wherever Ryu Yeonho’s hand touched, his hole pulsed around the penis. He couldn’t tell the source of this desire, whether it was due to the pheromones or because he wanted the man himself.

The penis nestled inside his stomach, Ryu Yeonho’s panting breaths, and the heated floor were all hot. Physiological tears kept streaming down his cheeks.

He just wanted to be devoured by Ryu Yeonho right then and there.

“Seorim, do you want to have a baby?”

Thump, his body shook greatly as Ryu Yeonho slammed his hips. Having a baby. His mind couldn’t quite process what that meant exactly. He just wanted this time and this pleasure to continue.

“Ugh, oo, ugh.”

Seorim dazedly nodded his head. The speed of the plundering inside quickened breathlessly. Not confident he could suppress the sounds with his hand, Seorim buried his face completely in the pillow.

Soon, he felt a hot, slippery liquid filling him up inside. Just from the ejaculation, he felt as if something inside his chest was being completely fulfilled. He felt like he was literally swimming on a distant cloud.

“Then you can’t run away now.”

Yeonho, who had come inside him, grabbed one of Seorim’s legs and lifted it. Even though the semen that had filled his hole was trickling out, his penis was still hard. He began to move just like that.

“Euk, haa, again, if we do it again, my head, really, euk.”

“You have to keep doing it to get pregnant.”

With him inserted from the side, Yeonho grabbed Seorim’s member. The sexual sensation was forcibly drawn out. From the tip of the penis, which had no more semen to ejaculate, a clear fluid gushed out.

The thirst didn’t end. Even after it was quenched, his body wanted more, the next thing. Seorim dug his nails into the floor.

He didn’t know how many more times he let out feverish moans and wrapped his legs around Ryu Yeonho’s waist after that. The more he craved and became intoxicated, the more his lust sprang forth like an inexhaustible spring.

Until dawn was completely gone, Seorim became an omega under Yeonho.

It was a long night.

🦅

When he opened his eyes, the thirst and desire had vanished as if washed away.

The disheveled blanket and the naked, sleeping Ryu Yeonho, a body that ached everywhere, and the bodily fluids stained on the bedding. All the circumstances revealed that yesterday’s affair was not a dream.

Above all, he must have swallowed so much of it that even after the sun rose, the fishy taste in his mouth would not go away.

“Ha…”

Seorim grabbed his own head. He wished he could just forget everything, but unfortunately, the image of himself, delirious with heat and pleading with Ryu Yeonho, came to mind vividly.

Something was wrong. He didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but it was thoroughly twisted.

Seorim fought against the shame that was creeping up on him and tried to analyze the situation calmly. Why did his heat cycle suddenly come? Of all times, right after Ryu Yeonho showed up. Did he react to a dominant alpha’s pheromones?

What was different from usual was that it had been difficult to hold onto his reason at all. Moreover, even though he had taken five suppressants, the excitement hadn’t subsided in the slightest.

No matter how long it had been since an alpha’s pheromones had touched him, the heat was excessive. Furthermore, Ryu Yeonho was in a state of suppressing his pheromones. Yet, the fact that the suppressants were completely useless was strange.

Did the medicine suddenly stop working on my body?

If so, that was a problem. The thought of his body heating up every time he saw Ryu Yeonho now was dreadful.

Seorim looked down at the soundly sleeping Yeonho with a complicated heart, then picked up his clothes and put them on. His legs had no strength, and he almost collapsed several times. It was probably because they had sex so many times that he couldn’t even remember.

Crazy bastard, crazy bastard.

For some reason, he resented Ryu Yeonho. In truth, he was the one who had gotten aroused and seduced him, but there was nowhere else to direct the blame.

Seorim, who had been lost in thought for a moment, came to a conclusion.

I need to go to the hospital. I need to get a new prescription for suppressants, and now that I think about it, there was no time for contraception yesterday, so I need to get contraceptive pills too.