By Zephyria 
“Did something happen downstairs?”
Han Seung-jae’s low voice drifted indifferently. Seo Yi-kyung’s expression was so sunken that his head was slightly bowed. Since Butler Do had already left the study, the only person left to confirm with was the man before him.
“Or perhaps.”
Han Seung-jae slowly rose from his seat. As if drawn in, Seo Yi-kyung lifted his head. Shadows fell across the suit Han Seung-jae was wearing. Perhaps because he was working in the study, he wasn’t wearing a tie, but there wasn’t a single gap or a hint of disarray in his appearance.
Han Seung-jae gazed down steadily at Seo Yi-kyung, who had turned slightly. He tapped the desk with his fingertips, as if pointing toward the tea-filled cup. Tap, tap. In contrast to his leisurely and relaxed fingertips, a chill emanated from his body.
“Are you making that face because you’re reluctant to have a cup of tea with me?”
Seo Yi-kyung looked as though he had been dragged here against his will. Was he making that face because Han Seung-jae had previously told him to bring the tea himself?
However, Seo Yi-kyung was unaware of the expression he was wearing. Moreover, as the distance between him and Han Seung-jae narrowed, he became rapidly intimidated. Instinctively, Seo Yi-kyung stepped backward to create distance.
“…….”
Han Seung-jae lifted the hand that had been on the desk and grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s chin as if it were nothing. However, unlike before, a firm strength resided in his fingers. A thick sense of displeasure seeped through.
“You should speak. I am asking you.”
Seo Yi-kyung met his eyes with an anxious gaze, looking as if he would turn around and flee the study the moment Han Seung-jae let go.
“Ugh.”
A groan leaked through Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. Han Seung-jae loosened his grip slightly. Yet, Seo Yi-kyung’s chin remained held.
“The scent…”
Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes distorted as he continued to speak. Eventually, Han Seung-jae withdrew the hand holding his chin. Despite being held for only a brief moment, the area around Seo Yi-kyung’s lips turned reddish. Seo Yi-kyung opened his mouth toward Han Seung-jae, who was looking down at him with a sharp gaze.
“Because it smells of hyacinth.”
Hyacinth was Jin Seon-yu’s pheromone. Even if a dominant Omega like him took every precaution with pheromone storage, he couldn’t erase the scent that had seeped into his body. A short while ago, Seo Yi-kyung had sat side-by-side on a sofa with Jin Seon-yu, talking. In the process, some of that scent had rubbed off on him.
Seo Yi-kyung only realized this after taking the elevator and arriving in front of the study. And hadn’t Min Ra-hyeon said so? That Han Seung-jae hated the scent of other Omegas. But it wasn’t as if he could suddenly release his own pheromones to cover it up now.
If he did that in front of Han Seung-jae, wouldn’t he misunderstand his intentions? Because of that, Seo Yi-kyung had reflexively stepped back as Han Seung-jae approached—before Han Seung-jae could feel repulsion.
“I thought… you might be displeased because I smell like another Omega.”
He truly seemed unaware that such a thing would only make Han Seung-jae more displeased. Seo Yi-kyung slowly lowered his eyelids.
“Seon-yu bought these for me.”
Hearing Seo Yi-kyung’s words, Han Seung-jae’s gaze landed on the wagashi. They were meticulously crafted, from the shapes of the fruits to the flowers and leaves. A sweet aroma wafted from them. However, there was something else that smelled even sweeter. Han Seung-jae slowly turned his head to look at Seo Yi-kyung.
“Can you eat these?”
The previous evening, Han Seung-jae had sat across from Seo Yi-kyung at the dining table, watching him eat for a long time. Although he was eating bit by bit, his food intake had still decreased significantly. He was merely getting by on his meals.
Seo Yi-kyung gave a barely perceptible nod. Han Seung-jae’s mood seemed to soften slightly. Swallowing the wagashi wouldn’t be difficult. Since Han Seung-jae was beside him, and the study was the place most saturated with his pheromones after the bedroom, he wouldn’t feel repulsion while eating here.
Seo Yi-kyung reached out. There were three teacups on the tray, but since Secretary Park had stepped out, Butler Do had filled only two before leaving. Seo Yi-kyung picked up the fork lying beside them and brought it toward a purple, hydrangea-shaped wagashi.
The fingertips of the hand gripping the fork twitched.
Han Seung-jae unhesitatingly picked up a wagashi with his hand. It was one shaped like a pale pink peach.
“This one looks good. Try this.”
Seo Yi-kyung looked down at the peach approaching him and set the fork down. The soft, fluffy texture of the peach was felt at the tip of his lips. It was plump, as if juice would burst if he bit into it. As he took a small bite, a sweet taste quickly spread through his mouth.
Han Seung-jae watched him eat with an expressionless face before asking,
“Is it good?”
He wasn’t asking because he was genuinely curious about the taste. Seo Yi-kyung swallowed what was in his mouth, pondering how to answer.
As expected, perhaps because Han Seung-jae was beside him, he felt no repulsion at all. On the contrary, it tasted so good that he felt like eating more of the wagashi held by Han Seung-jae’s fingertips.
Seo Yi-kyung spoke.
“You should try some too, Seung-jae. It tastes very good.”
“Is that so?”
Han Seung-jae’s voice was devoid of emotion. He seemed to look at the half-eaten peach in his hand before turning his head.
Seo Yi-kyung, nodding his small head firmly, was staring at the wagashi on Han Seung-jae’s fingers.
“In that case, shall I try some too?”
Unconsciously, Seo Yi-kyung stuck out his tongue to lick his lips. As Han Seung-jae’s hand moved, Seo Yi-kyung’s pupils followed.
Han Seung-jae simply dropped the wagashi he was holding back onto the tray. It was then that a surprised Seo Yi-kyung looked up.
“If you avoid me one more time, you’ll be crawling from here to that door. Do you understand?”
As he spoke, Han Seung-jae’s handsome features drew closer. Seo Yi-kyung could feel the sharp tip of his nose tilting slightly. It felt as if time were flowing strangely, and his gaze was entirely stolen by Han Seung-jae’s cold face.
Han Seung-jae was not a man to speak idle words. The claim that he would make him crawl would not be a lie. And it would be while naked, receiving Han Seung-jae’s member in his rear, with love fluid and semen dripping from his hole. Such an image of himself unfolded before his eyes.
Just before their lips touched, Seo Yi-kyung barely managed to stiffen his neck, which had instinctively tried to turn away. Han Seung-jae continued.
“Yes. Just like that.”
As if praising him, Han Seung-jae used his tongue to softly sweep everything from the edge of Seo Yi-kyung’s lips to his soft tongue and every corner of his mouth. Because of the firm arm wrapped around his back, Seo Yi-kyung realized once again that there was nowhere to retreat. Han Seung-jae slightly parted his lower lip and licked Seo Yi-kyung’s lips, which had become sweet.
From that alone, shallow breaths leaked through Seo Yi-kyung’s parted lips.
“Haa.”
Unbothered, Han Seung-jae sucked on Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. Then, as if savoring the taste, he pushed his tongue into his mouth. Before he knew it, Seo Yi-kyung was perched on the desk.
“Nngh……”
Seo Yi-kyung grew breathless as the piece of flesh entwined with his tongue and pushed deep into his throat. To reach forward, Seo Yi-kyung lifted the hand he had been using to brace himself on the desk. His hand knocked over a teacup, causing the tea inside to spill and flow down the side of the desk.
“Haa, haa.”
When their lips finally parted, Seo Yi-kyung gasped for air repeatedly. He sat trapped between Han Seung-jae’s arms.
Han Seung-jae caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s wet hand. Since the tea had cooled considerably, his fingertips weren’t burned. Han Seung-jae murmured as he wiped away all the moisture remaining on the fingers with his palm.
“Now, shall we eat a bit more?”
Seo Yi-kyung’s wavering eyes reached the door over Han Seung-jae’s shoulder. Although the door was closed, there was no knowing when Secretary Park would return.
Han Seung-jae seemed to follow where Seo Yi-kyung was looking and gave a blunt answer to his gaze.
“Secretary Park is currently in front of the door, but there’s no need for useless worry.”
Han Seung-jae’s head tilted again, approaching as if to swallow Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. Was he saying he didn’t care at all even if someone else was at the door? Seo Yi-kyung was thinking that. And that Han Seung-jae was the type of person who wouldn’t dwell on such things.
“Because as long as you don’t go out, Secretary Park won’t come in.”
The lips that whispered that met once again. At the same time, Seo Yi-kyung felt as if he were being laid down by the hand supporting his back. Seo Yi-kyung quickly reached out and pushed Han Seung-jae’s chest. However, it was a gesture devoid of any real strength. Even so, the upper body that was being pushed down stopped. Han Seung-jae’s tongue, which had been sucking and tasting, slowly pulled away.
Before he had to crawl on all fours on the floor, Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly opened his saliva-drenched mouth.
“I don’t want to do it here.”
Seo Yi-kyung put more strength into the hand pressed against the chest. Han Seung-jae might not mind, but Seo Yi-kyung did. The fact that someone else was at the door bothered him greatly, and especially since Han Seung-jae was working. Documents were scattered around. It wasn’t a suitable place for sex.
“I want to do it in bed this evening.”
“This evening.”
Han Seung-jae repeated the phrase leisurely. Soon, he stepped back, and Seo Yi-kyung climbed down from the desk. Seo Yi-kyung walked away faster than he had arrived.
Han Seung-jae watched the retreating figure of Seo Yi-kyung, whose ears were flushed red. Then, the door opened.
Just as Han Seung-jae had said, Secretary Park, who had been at the door, bowed his head. Seo Yi-kyung lowered his upper body even further and passed by him.
The door closed as Secretary Park entered.
Han Seung-jae, sitting at the desk, pulled back the documents he had pushed aside. The heat spreading through his body had not subsided.
Secretary Park righted the overturned teacup and wiped away the moisture. Han Seung-jae picked up the untouched cup and drank from it. The tea had gone cold, but perhaps because he had just eaten something sweet, the taste wasn’t bad.
“Try some. It’s better than it looks.”
Han Seung-jae set the teacup down. Secretary Park picked up the teapot and filled the empty cup. Han Seung-jae leisurely flipped a page of the documents and critiqued the wagashi he had tasted.
“Sweet and soft. Maybe I should have eaten more.”