149 – TIO

Step, step. Seo Yi-kyung stepped down from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. It was a place he had wanted to go so badly, but not right now. Led by Han Seung-jae’s hand, Seo Yi-kyung’s steps followed limply.

Looking visibly exhausted, Seo Yi-kyung entered the bathtub. His legs, which were too weak even to stand, buckled, and he sank down.

With disheveled hair and bodily fluids smeared here and there—on his inner thighs and stomach— Seo Yi-kyung looked a mess. In contrast, Han Seung-jae had only his cock revealed between his buckle, and the chest area of his dress shirt, which Seo Yi-kyung had been clutching, was only slightly wrinkled.

Swoosh—

As Han Seung-jae turned on the water, warm water at the right temperature poured down from all sides. Watching this, Han Seung-jae unbuttoned his shirt. The veins in his arms became prominent.

Finding it difficult to know where to look, Seo Yi-kyung scooped up the rising water with both hands and splashed it over his face. To think that leaking a bit of pheromones while leaving the bathroom would cost him this much. Seo Yi-kyung buried his face in his hands. His eyes closed as if exhausted.

However, as he closed his eyes, he recalled his own genitals that he had gripped with these very hands. It was perfectly normal for an Omega’s body to react to an Alpha’s pheromones. Still, he had been so aroused earlier that he had felt the urge to urinate even while on the bed.

He couldn’t even care about how Han Seung-jae was thrusting into his backside. He was simply filled with the desire to somehow quiet his body, which was brimming with pleasure.

“What are you thinking about so deeply?”

The hands covering Seo Yi-kyung’s face were pulled away. Han Seung-jae had grabbed his wrists and moved them. Before he knew it, Han Seung-jae had entered the tub and was positioned right in front of him. Seo Yi-kyung felt uncomfortable facing him in a state of complete nudity. To be precise, he was far too embarrassed.

Even though he had just shown himself masturbating with his own hands on the bed, it was inevitable that he would still feel shy. If he were to make an excuse, it was because he had been in a daze from inhaling all of Han Seung-jae’s pheromones at the time. But he couldn’t say that.

Because his wrists were held, Seo Yi-kyung blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Because my bracelet broke.”

“Ah.”

Han Seung-jae dragged out his words as he had before. Generally, he was not the type to use such a light, playful tone. But perhaps it was because he had been drinking today. He was maintaining a more lenient attitude than usual.

As if accepting Seo Yi-kyung’s words at face value, Han Seung-jae shifted his gaze to the wrist he was holding.

“You were worrying about something like that?”

He spoke as if Seo Yi-kyung had brought up something so trivial that Han Seung-jae hadn’t even remembered it. However, Seo Yi-kyung himself hadn’t had much interest in accessories. He didn’t feel drawn to the expensive items in this house. It was mostly because the thought that they weren’t his was stronger.

But wasn’t the person who gave him the bracelet none other than Han Seung-jae’s mother? Despite his sudden visit, she had prepared it in advance, anticipating that Seo Yi-kyung would suffer from morning sickness. Therefore, it was an object that held its own meaning for Seo Yi-kyung.

“You must be quite concerned about it.”

As Seo Yi-kyung remained silent, Han Seung-jae slowly released the hand he was holding. However, it was only for his fingertips to move to Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip. A wound had formed again where Han Seung-jae had been sucking. Blood stained his fingers.

Swoosh. The water pouring from all sides had filled the tub before they knew it. It rose to the height of Seo Yi-kyung’s chest. Seo Yi-kyung hoped that the sound of the water would drown out the sound of his heart thumping wildly.

Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted slightly where Han Seung-jae’s finger touched.

“It’s not like Seung-jae will be by my side all day.”

* * *

Early in the morning, waking up alone in the empty bed, Seo Yi-kyung rubbed his eyes. He struggled to lift his heavy body and climbed down from the bed. Putting on his slippers, he drew back the curtains that were covering the terrace.

Seo Yi-kyung slowly opened the glass door. The pheromones of Han Seung-jae that had filled the room drifted out through the open door.

White breath puffed out from Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. White snow had fallen in the garden overnight.

Seo Yi-kyung hunched his shoulders and hurried to close the door. He woke up instantly. Hurrying into the bathroom and approaching the sink, Seo Yi-kyung was startled when he looked in the mirror. One side of his neck was covered in bruises.

Seo Yi-kyung’s sharp Adam’s apple bobbed. He gently opened the front of the robe he was wearing. Soon, Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes narrowed and distorted.

Around his chest, stomach, and especially his thighs, bruises were rampant as if he had contracted a disease.

Seo Yi-kyung closed his robe and leaned over the sink.

Because he had been with Han Seung-jae yesterday, his mind had been entirely stolen by him, so he hadn’t imagined his body would be in this state.

In particular, it was harder to notice because when they left the tub, Han Seung-jae—whom he thought had left first—brought him a robe to wear and dried his wet hair with a towel.

Leaving the bathroom, Seo Yi-kyung looked at the clothes placed on the nightstand. A turtleneck and a sweater had been provided. And, should he call it a relief, drawers were there. He didn’t know if Han Seung-jae had brought them, but it was fortunate that there was something to wear.

Dressed in the sweater, Seo Yi-kyung paced around the bed. He meticulously examined the sheets, lifting the disheveled blanket here and there.

‘I think it was around here. No?’

Seo Yi-kyung scratched his forehead. He had been too flustered yesterday to see clearly. Eventually, he bent his waist to check the floor. It was just as one of Seo Yi-kyung’s knees touched the floor.

Seo Yi-kyung picked up the bracelet that had fallen under the bed. He then looked distressed as he gazed at the bracelet, which was stretched long because the string had snapped. What should he do?

The joint was broken. Even if he took it to the painting studio, would there be a way to fix it? All the things there were just painting tools, weren’t they?

Should he mention it to Butler Do?

Even so, no clever solution came to mind. It seemed like he just needed to attach the ends. Then wouldn’t it be fine as long as he could wear it on his arm?

Holding the bracelet in his hand, Seo Yi-kyung left the bedroom and headed for the elevator. It seemed Han Seung-jae had already left for work.

Appearing on the first floor, Seo Yi-kyung’s gaze lingered in one place. He watched Butler Do pick up a coffee cup from the tray he was holding and place it on the table where Min Ra-hyeon was sitting. It would be better to speak in a little while.

Butler Do, who noticed Seo Yi-kyung late, asked.

“Young Master, are you awake now? I will prepare breakfast.”

Picking up the coffee cup, Min Ra-hyeon added.

“Yi-kyung, it looks like you overslept.”

“I’m fine without breakfast.”

Was it because he had just woken up? Or was it because he met Min Ra-hyeon? His mouth tasted bitter, and his stomach felt uneasy.

“Are you going to the painting studio?”

Seo Yi-kyung put the bracelet in his pocket. Min Ra-hyeon stared intently at that action.

Seo Yi-kyung looked down at the clothes he was wearing. It didn’t seem to be his own clothing. Since he had said yesterday that he had nothing to wear because of laundry.

“If so, shall I prepare a car for you?”

Perhaps it was because he had opened the terrace door in the morning and looked out at the snow-covered garden. For some reason, his whole body felt chilly. He couldn’t afford to catch a cold.

“Yes, please do.”

“Shall I provide a sandwich as well?”

Seo Yi-kyung thought for a moment and then nodded. It would be better than having an empty stomach.

Seo Yi-kyung continued his walk toward the painting studio. Butler Do headed in the opposite direction. Min Ra-hyeon, who took a sip of coffee, set the cup down and stood up.

After walking a few steps, he lowered his upper body at the spot where Seo Yi-kyung had been standing. A moment ago, Seo Yi-kyung had been holding something and dropped it.

Lightly scanning the surroundings, Min Ra-hyeon reached down. He picked up the broken bracelet that had fallen on the marble floor. Then, he turned his head and watched Seo Yi-kyung’s back as he headed toward the painting studio.

Min Ra-hyeon lightly curled the bracelet in his palm and put it in his pocket.

A moment later, Butler Do passed by him carrying sandwiches, colorful fruits, and tea on a tray. Even then, Min Ra-hyeon leisurely savored his coffee while looking at his phone.

That is, until Seo Yi-kyung came out of the painting studio a short while later and paced around the area.

“Yi-kyung, are you looking for something?”

Without even glancing his way, Seo Yi-kyung retraced his steps. He eventually entered the elevator and headed to the second floor.

“…….”

Watching Butler Do come out afterward and examine the floor, Min Ra-hyeon leaned back into the sofa.

“My coffee cup is empty.”

“Ah, yes. I will bring you some right away.”

Butler Do looked up and headed to the dining room. Returning once more, he filled Min Ra-hyeon’s cup with hot coffee. Watching this, Min Ra-hyeon asked.

“Yi-kyung seemed to be looking for something just now too. Should I help him?”

“That is…”

It was just as Butler Do made a troubled expression. The elevator doors opened, and Seo Yi-kyung emerged. He made eye contact with Min Ra-hyeon but didn’t say a word and walked past him.

Watching this, Butler Do hurriedly chased after him.

Min Ra-hyeon picked up the coffee cup and spoke leisurely.

“I tried to lend a hand, but it seems my help isn’t needed.”