By Zephyria 
Han Seung-jae withdrew his finger. Love fluid clung to the tip of his long index finger. He skimmed over his cock, revealed through the gap in his suit pants, then lifted Seo Yi-kyung’s head halfway and forced his cock into his mouth.
The organ, which had moved back and forth over the tongue a few times, scraped the roof of the mouth and curved. Seo Yi-kyung’s Adam’s apple bobbed steeply. Han Seung-jae pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting deep into the throat once more.
Vrrr—
The vibration of a phone leaked from the inner pocket of the suit dropped on the floor.
Han Seung-jae shoved his organ in deep again. As he gazed at Seo Yi-kyung’s wet lips gripping his cock, the phone continued to vibrate behind his back.
“Ugh… hng… ngh…”
Broken moans were added incessantly on top of that. It was the sound of the long organ entering and withdrawing from Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and flowed down his cheeks. However, more fluid was flowing inside his open mouth. His disheveled tie dangled wildly around his neck. Above it, his open shirt was crumpled. Han Seung-jae slid his hand inside the open shirt and toyed with the sharply erect nipple. Then, he gripped the skin and drove his cock fully into the mouth.
“Ngh, ugh…”
Seo Yi-kyung reached out with his left hand and grabbed Han Seung-jae’s sleeve. Every time Han Seung-jae thrust deep, coarse pubic hair scratched his face.
Because his mouth could not close for even a moment, the saliva flowing from Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth traveled down the long organ to Han Seung-jae’s scrotum. It was the moment the accumulated saliva dripped onto the suit pants.
Han Seung-jae tightened his grip on the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. Veins stood out on Seo Yi-kyung’s slender neck.
“Mmph! Ngh!”
Seo Yi-kyung pulled on Han Seung-jae’s sleeve. At that, Han Seung-jae, who had been thrusting up to the throat, pulled his hips back.
The large organ slid out of the small mouth. Han Seung-jae stroked the shaft upward, pouring every last drop of semen into the mouth without leaving a single bit behind.
* * *
Knock, knock—
Secretary Park was breaking into a cold sweat. He knocked on the door repeatedly. He had wandered from room to room, receiving curses along the way. However, no matter how many times he tried to call, he couldn’t get through to Han Seung-jae.
Knock, knock—
Secretary Park cautiously opened the door.
“Excuse me.”
As he spoke politely and looked inside, Secretary Park’s pace quickened. It was because his eyes met those of Han Seung-jae, who was sitting in the seat of honor on the sofa. The gaze of the man wearing the vest was fierce.
Before he had even walked a few steps, Secretary Park suddenly pulled a handkerchief from his inner pocket, covered his nose and mouth, and murmured.
“I kept calling you. I didn’t know which room you were in…”
Secretary Park placed the silver case he was holding on the table. The tie draped loosely over the sofa caught his eye, but he had no time to entertain such questions.
“I am sorry, Director Han.”
Secretary Park hurriedly retraced his steps. Although Han Seung-jae had not instructed him to leave, he had no choice. The blatant and thick pheromones of an Alpha and Omega filling the room were beyond sticky; they were suffocating.
Click—
As the door closed, Han Seung-jae’s gaze lingered on the table. He didn’t budge even as he watched Secretary Park, who couldn’t even approach, leave the suppressant at the edge of the table and flee.
“Ngh…”
Seo Yi-kyung’s groaning sound echoed in the silent room. Soon, Han Seung-jae slowly stood up. His fingers, which picked up the silver case on the table, were covered in bite marks.
He turned around. The bed behind him was humped up. Han Seung-jae pulled back the duvet. Immediately, an alluring scent of roses wafted out. It smelled captivating, as if drenched in rain.
Seo Yi-kyung was curled up like a shrimp, rubbing his own organ with trembling hands. The tip had turned red; it seemed his body was still burning.
If he were an ordinary Omega, he would have fallen into a dead sleep after ejaculating on the sofa. However, the body of an extreme dominant Omega like Seo Yi-kyung did not let the heat subside easily.
Han Seung-jae had helped him finish by hand several times, to the point where only thin fluid was coming out now. Despite that, Seo Yi-kyung let out pained moans as if he desperately wanted to ejaculate.
Because his right hand had been tied with the tie, red marks had formed. He continuously rubbed his organ with that hand. With his open mouth, flushed face, wet eyes, disheveled suit, haphazardly draped tie, and one nipple clearly exposed through the crumpled dress shirt.
And below, where he wore nothing, a reddened, wet hole was twitching. The love fluid flowing from there and the semen he had spent heavily soaked the bedsheets.
Click. Han Seung-jae opened the silver case and took out a syringe. He placed it against Seo Yi-kyung’s thigh. Seo Yi-kyung’s breathing was labored.
It would take time for the suppressant to circulate through the blood. So, before that, Han Seung-jae spread Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs. The organ, which was only leaking fluid close to water, throbbed.
Han Seung-jae undone the buckle and lowered the zipper. His organ came out and rubbed against the hole once more. The open hole fluttered, licking the tip of the glans. Every time he surged up and down, the gaping hole let out erotic sounds.
Han Seung-jae aligned his organ and pushed it in. The wrinkled hole, taking in the glans, stretched tightly. The organ drove deep, splitting the hole opened to its limit.
“When we go back, I’m getting rid of Butler Do first.”
He felt the narrow hole swallow his cock as much as it could, the inner flesh wrapping tightly around it. Han Seung-jae’s eyes crinkled.
“Since I discovered you first, keep in mind that this is as lenient as it gets.”
Han Seung-jae thrust his hips up strongly. He grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s shoulders, which rose with the recoil. His upper body bent. He sucked on the open lips and kissed him.
“Not that you’ll be able to hear me anyway.”
* * *
In the bluish dawn, Seo Yi-kyung’s eyelids slowly lifted. He turned his head toward the window. Someone was standing by the large arched window.
“…….”
He couldn’t see the other person’s face clearly. Seo Yi-kyung tried to raise his hand to rub his eyes out of habit, but his entire body felt stiff even with a slight movement.
He rolled his dry eyes and scanned the surroundings. Every sight that entered his vision was unfamiliar. He couldn’t quite grasp the situation.
‘Am I still dreaming…?’
However, the pain remaining in his body reminded him that this was reality. The feeling of stickiness between his waist, buttocks, and thighs was vivid.
“…!”
Seo Yi-kyung flinched. The person who had been looking out the window turned their head.
“Are you awake?”
The low, deep voice instantly woke his mind. Seo Yi-kyung opened his mouth.
“Ah…”
The inside of his mouth was parched and dry, and his lips stung as if they were chapped. Because of this, his words failed to form a sound and scattered. The voice that leaked out was so cracked that he doubted if it was even his own.
The sound of footsteps approached. A tall silhouette stepped toward the bedside. It was Han Seung-jae. He filled a glass on the nightstand with water and held it out.
Soon, he sat on the edge of the bed, supported the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck, and poured water into his dry lips. Seo Yi-kyung’s pupils shook anxiously as if trying to figure out the situation.
But the confusion was brief. Seo Yi-kyung first gulped down all the water spreading in his mouth. It felt as if his throat were burning.
Then, memories of meeting Han Seung-jae’s father the previous day, greeting his mother, and drinking wine while mingling among people flickered.
After that, President Han Yechan had gestured. Seo Yi-kyung told him he would go to Han Seung-jae first and went up the second-floor stairs alone. He thought he had stood on the U-shaped terrace for a while, feeling the night breeze…
Cough…
While drinking water, Seo Yi-kyung choked and coughed. Han Seung-jae placed the glass he had removed from the lips onto the nightstand and wrapped his arm around Seo Yi-kyung’s waist to lift him up.
“Try moving your hands.”
“…?”
As he was led up, Seo Yi-kyung rolled up his sleeves and looked down at both wrists. Red marks had formed on his right hand, which was cast in a blue light. Seo Yi-kyung fumbled as he touched his wrist. He felt a slight pain, but not to the extent that he couldn’t use his wrist.
“It… doesn’t hurt.”
His own voice, which had gone harshly hoarse, felt awkward. With Han Seung-jae’s support, Seo Yi-kyung left the bed.
As Seo Yi-kyung placed both feet on the floor, he was startled. His legs felt more than empty; they were bare. His dangling organ entered his sight. Since he had been wearing a top, he hadn’t noticed at all. Seo Yi-kyung’s pupils shook violently.
‘Why am I not wearing pants?’
Han Seung-jae led the bewildered Seo Yi-kyung into the bathroom. He placed Seo Yi-kyung inside a massive bathtub.
Since his entire body was aching, Seo Yi-kyung had no choice but to move as he was led. Because the difference in strength was so great, resistance was meaningless.
Han Seung-jae pressed a button on the wall to adjust the temperature. Soon, warm water filled from both sides. Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs flinched as the water touched them.
Seo Yi-kyung pressed his bare legs together as if crossing them. For some unknown reason, the insides of his thighs were reddish, and his organ stung as if the skin had been peeled off where the water touched.
Han Seung-jae reached out his long arm and untied the tie loosely draped around Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. When he tried to remove the jacket as well, Seo Yi-kyung covered his hard hand with both of his own.