By Zephyria 
“…….”
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t even realize that his lips, parted in bewilderment, remained open.
He was somewhat shocked. He had thought several times about what kind of expression Han Seung-jae would make and what answer he would give if he said he wanted to leave this house, attempting to predict his reaction. However, in none of those scenarios had Han Seung-jae displayed such blatant displeasure.
In Seo Yi-kyung’s mind, Han Seung-jae had always been cold, emotionless, and showed no significant emotional agitation. So why, in this moment, did he look so angry?
Seo Yi-kyung had never dreamed he would see this side of Han Seung-jae. He thought that if he said he wanted to leave, Han Seung-jae would ask for the reason, or perhaps, true to his nature, tell him to go ahead quite easily.
However, upon hearing those words in the study, Han Seung-jae’s gaze turned fierce. It was to the point where Seo Yi-kyung felt a sense of danger and chose to flee. That was less a conscious thought and more of a bodily reaction.
“Your father’s situation seems to be quite poor.”
Only when cold fingers touched his wrist did Seo Yi-kyung flinch. He had been holding his aching wrist against his chest with his other hand. Gripping that slender, reddened wrist, Han Seung-jae continued to watch Seo Yi-kyung with a harsh gaze.
“Or should I build you an art museum? It would be a good place to hold painting exhibitions, and if you’re doing this because you feel stifled staying at home, it wouldn’t be bad to give you the title of director.”
Han Seung-jae seemed to be expanding the options to make it easier for Seo Yi-kyung to speak. He looked as if he were trying to coax him, which was unlike him. Otherwise, there was no explanation for why the touch caressing his wrist was so gentle.
“Some people want honor rather than money, so don’t hesitate to tell me.”
Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t understand Han Seung-jae’s words. There was no need for him to do this for him. What on earth could he possibly want from him to act this way?
Min Ra-hyeon was right there downstairs. It was Han Seung-jae himself who had brought him into this house. So, wouldn’t everything be exactly as Han Seung-jae wanted if only Seo Yi-kyung disappeared?
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips trembled.
“I… I told you.”
Seo Yi-kyung pulled his wrist away from Han Seung-jae’s touch. In the process, pain surged, and Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes instinctively contorted. It was at that moment that Han Seung-jae raised the hand he had reached out again.
Seo Yi-kyung felt a cool palm wrap around the nape of his neck. And then, lips meeting his. However, the tongue that pushed into his open mouth was hot. The slick mass of flesh violated the tender interior of his mouth, ravaged the inside of his cheeks, and entwined with his fleeing tongue.
‘Dangerous…’
Along with the tongue pushing into his mouth, Seo Yi-kyung felt his entire body overwhelmed by the explosive scent of white wood emanating from Han Seung-jae.
Seo Yi-kyung let go of the wrist he had been holding. His red, swollen hand fell helplessly. Seo Yi-kyung gripped Han Seung-jae’s shirt with his other hand. Struggling not to fall back onto the bed, he clung to the buttons of Han Seung-jae’s dress shirt.
“Ugh.”
In an instant, the metallic taste of blood spread through his mouth. Seo Yi-kyung let go of the shirt he had been gripping. His body fell backward, sinking deep into the bed.
“Ha, haa…”
Breathing in short gasps, Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body rose and fell incessantly. And in his grip was a torn-off button.
Han Seung-jae brushed his tongue against the inside of Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth. At that, more blood seeped from the tongue Seo Yi-kyung had bitten. Saliva and blood from Seo Yi-kyung’s small, soft mouth mixed together. Han Seung-jae swallowed the hot, thick fluid without leaving a drop.
“Seung-jae.”
Han Seung-jae used both hands to undo the buttons of the shirt that covered Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. Wrapped and practically marinated in the thick pheromones, Seo Yi-kyung repeatedly tried to lift his upper body only to fall back. Despite this, he attempted to rise again several times, bracing himself against the bedsheets with his aching wrist.
And those eyes, trembling with anxiety and fear, drove Han Seung-jae’s mood into a frenzy, pushing him further.
“I’ll act as if I didn’t hear what you said in the study.”
The shirt Seo Yi-kyung was wearing fell onto the bed. Following that, the pants and drawers he wore were pushed down to the floor by Han Seung-jae’s hands.
“Think carefully before you speak. Use your head and do the math; wouldn’t it be better to take as much as possible from me? Opportunities like this don’t come often.”
Han Seung-jae bent one of Seo Yi-kyung’s knees and lifted it. As the white thigh parted, it emitted an alluring scent of roses. Han Seung-jae’s cool fingers touched the wet hole directly. Sticky love fluid clung to his fingertips. The narrow entrance tightened sharply.
“I’m in a very bad mood right now, so it might hurt a bit.”
Long fingers finally split the clenched hole and pushed inside. The number of fingers increased from one to two, and soon another pushed in, widening the narrow entrance.
An Omega reacting to an Alpha’s pheromones was bound to have their hole soaked in love fluid. There was no need for lubricant. Thus, there was no difficulty in insertion even without massaging the entrance while increasing the number of fingers.
Contrary to his words about it hurting, Han Seung-jae massaged Seo Yi-kyung’s narrow hole, moving his fingers to loosen it until the entrance became limp and soggy.
“Ugh! Ah.”
However, Seo Yi-kyung, receiving this, twisted his waist at the haphazardly surging pleasure. Every time Han Seung-jae’s fingers scratched the perineum and entered and exited the hole, his mind became almost a blank slate. He couldn’t think of anything; he just wanted to surrender his body to the scent of white wood that filled his lungs and find peace.
Seo Yi-kyung’s member twitched, and bodily fluids seeped drop by drop from the tip of the urethra. Soon, they flowed down the pale skin. The scent of roses, saturated with moisture, filled the room. The scent of white wood was mixed in over it. It was hard to tell which scent was stronger. Seo Yi-kyung felt his reason becoming paralyzed.
Then, Han Seung-jae let go of the knee he had been holding and gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s member, opening his mouth.
“Ah-h.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s knee, where Han Seung-jae’s handprints remained, went limp and slumped. Seo Yi-kyung had the illusion that his entire body was melting in a fire. The heated tongue licked and sucked around his member. It devoured every drop of fluid leaking from the tip of the urethra.
Eventually, Seo Yi-kyung’s body trembled violently as the sensation of ejaculation built up. He had no way to endure the long fingers rummaging through the hole and rubbing the inner walls, while the tongue stimulated the urethra. Han Seung-jae had already figured out exactly where to touch to make Seo Yi-kyung feel more.
Han Seung-jae’s sharp Adam’s apple bobbed prominently. He released the member he had been holding and pulled his mouth away. He looked down quietly at Seo Yi-kyung’s flushed face. The cheeks, which had been white as flour, now glowed with a reddish hue like a ripe fruit. As Han Seung-jae slowly withdrew his fingers from the hole, love fluid stretched along his fingertips. From his fingers to his palm, everything was drenched and glistening with love fluid.
“Do you feel like talking now?”
The lips of the panting Seo Yi-kyung and his soft-looking upper body heaved. Seo Yi-kyung had been unable to think of anything since the pheromones began flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body. Thus, he couldn’t possibly use his head to scheme on how to get more from Han Seung-jae. There was still only one thing Seo Yi-kyung wanted.
“I… want to leave… this place.”
Han Seung-jae’s body leaned forward, pushing the sheets. Soon, a shadow fell over Seo Yi-kyung’s reddened face. It was not an illusion that the cold features were getting closer.
“Is that so?”
Han Seung-jae spread Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs wide. He brought his cock, which he had pulled out, to the limp hole and rubbed it. The area revealed by Seo Yi-kyung’s wide-spread legs was smeared with the poured-out love fluid.
Han Seung-jae’s glans became soaked in love fluid, extending down to the vein-bulged shaft. The hole, which had turned red from holding fingers until a moment ago, twitched every time the long cock brushed past it. It was reacting exactly as Han Seung-jae had trained it, to a point that looked obscene.
Seo Yi-kyung gasped repeatedly. Between the scent filling his lungs and the pressure of the flesh moving in and out of his hole, he felt as if he might stop breathing at any moment.
Han Seung-jae extended his tongue and parted Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. A faint sound of breathing leaked through the parting lips. Huu…
Han Seung-jae moved his hips, pushing through the narrow inner walls and entering. Simultaneously, Han Seung-jae sucked on Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. The trembling lower lip was sweet. He opened his mouth to swallow it whole.
Just before their lips met, Han Seung-jae’s voice echoed low.
“To think you’re still the same; I suppose we’re alike in that.”