By Zephyria 
Midnight Fragrance
Thump, thump, thump, thump….
The man faced his own heart, beating as if in a frenzy. His chest, hard like a gray wall built from pouring and piling cement, felt as though his heart would break through it at any moment from the excitement.
“Ah, ngh….”
Without restraint, he roughly grabbed Eun-myeong’s top and yanked it upward. Hair became wildly disheveled. The color was so pale and the strands so fine that the softness felt like the downy fur of an underdeveloped animal cub.
He immediately pulled down the pants, leaving them hooked around the ankles. With the underwear acting like shackles on ankles as thin as a bird’s, Eun-myeong could not even struggle recklessly and remained trapped in the man’s grasp.
“…I’m cold.”
He trembled, shoulders shaking. In contrast to his pale skin, his knees and Achilles tendons were exceptionally red. These were the parts where the bone seemed to protrude, almost piercing through the skin. They stood out like capes of land in the sea. It was because he constantly scraped his knees against the floor while serving at the sashimi restaurant.
In the summer, wouldn’t he just walk around exposing himself like this without any shame? The man clicked his tongue at such a lowly appearance. With a sharp smack against his buttocks, lubrication gushed out. Hui-yeon’s flesh trembled violently, as if begging for mercy.
“Hng…!”
A suffocating floral scent that didn’t just sting the nose, but tightly constricted his very lungs…….
‘Hmm.’
Once the pants were removed, he was indescribably wet down there. A flood had broken out as if he were bursting, and damp fluid had pooled between his legs like a dog that had just urinated.
The pubic hair was so drenched that it looked like waterweeds freshly plucked from the seashore.
“Ha… ah.”
The texture of the scent filling the hotel room grew even deeper. Like a continuous surge of waves, it awakened and aroused all of the man’s senses.
The man swallowed hard. The Adam’s apple in his thick throat bobbed deeply. He felt a distant sensation, as if his own throat were being strangled.
He grabbed the hook of the leather belt binding his thick waist and pulled it out in one go. The snakeskin followed the man’s hand.
Even though he had clearly loosened the belt, what was this feeling of suffocation? Some say one feels an extreme orgasm while being strangled by a hand; this was exactly like that.
“…Hng.”
Eun-myeong’s white face turned a bursting shade of red. Setting aside the fact that the area under his eyes was red, as if he were completely intoxicated by something, his neck turned a peach hue, and he emitted a scent so sweet it felt as if he would melt if gripped and squeezed.
“My head feels so itchy, my stomach… I feel like my lower belly is going to fall out.”
His eyelashes trembled and fluttered. His eyes were drenched in fear in the face of impending pleasure.
…Since it was his first cycle, he must be indescribably miserable. Every breath of air would be a stimulus as it entered his nose, and everything brushing against his groin would become a blade-like pleasure.
Eun-myeong sat on the man’s thighs, his buttocks pressing down. Then, like a heat-stricken hamster, he shifted his hips with his eyes rolled back.
The reddish nipples on his white chest, looking like decorations, were like fruits plumped up with juice, and his deep navel caught the man’s gaze, narrowing and lengthening as his waist swayed.
His waist shook, and the flesh of his rounded buttocks, clinging tightly to the man’s hard thighs, became crushed. And the moans he let out—hng, hng, haa, hat…. The scattering moans pooled in the man’s ears and melted hotly.
“Anyone watching would think you’re fucking my thighs.”
The man stared at his own thighs. Not only were they damp, but white lubrication had leaked, creating a filthy layer of transparent bubbles.
“Just eating you up, without even asking.”
He struck the buttocks once more with a loud pang using his large hand.
As it happened, the cleft of Eun-myeong’s buttocks was caught between the man’s kneecaps. Eun-myeong trembled in his chest and let out a moan, ha-eut. It seemed he had scratched Eun-myeong’s hole, which was likely swollen. The man felt as if honey had been applied to his ears, melting him softly.
“I think I need to see a doctor.”
Eun-myeong whimpered, not knowing what to do. As if tears were about to burst, he barely held the water in his eyes like a dam and glanced at the man.
He reached out his arms as if asking for help in any way. His white hand opened and closed in a grasping motion. The tips of his nails turned red. Every fingertip looked so desperate. Yet, the man only watched. Eventually, as if overcome by sorrow, tears began to drip.
“I think I took the wrong medicine earlier, my body feels strange. Why is it like this?”
The man grabbed the back of Eun-myeong’s fine hair. He pulled the back of his head up.
“No, Baby, you haven’t lost your mind because of some medicine.”
Then, he stroked him as if dealing with a cute and lovely animal. The hair slid smoothly through his rough fingers.
“That fucker, this has nothing to do with medicine; it’s because you’ve been sucking the Mister’s semen and blood all this time.”
The gaze looking up was completely docile, but far too vacant. And.
“Do you understand?”
There was a longing for the man etched in that gaze. With trembling hands, Eun-myeong pinched the man’s shirt here and there and stroked his forearms. He was in a complete frenzy. His whole body was hot. He melted like the flesh of a fruit that had been grilled thoroughly on a frying pan.
“Boss, please do something about me…, my head really hurts so much.”
Eventually, he rubbed his eyes against the man’s chest. Burying his cheek deep into the bulging mass of muscle, he looked up at the man. He was pleading with his eyes, begging the man to do something to him.
“I honestly have no idea what you want me to do to you.”
With a terribly dark look in his eyes, the man slowly leaned his body back, like a bystander. Eun-myeong was immediately disappointed. His breathing became ragged, and his small chest with red nipples puffed up and deflated repeatedly.
“Hold me….”
A blurred voice escaped along with a sweet breath. With moist eyes, he clearly looked up at the man.
Look at this, the man narrowed his eyes. Usually, he couldn’t even meet his eyes because he was afraid. It was amusing to see him acting so bold and brazen, driven by pheromones. It was quite a sight.
“Since you’re a kid serving at a sashimi restaurant, your bottom is all swollen like a baby scallop, right?”
The back of the hand, tattooed with black ink, gripped the slender neck tightly. This felt as if it would snap like a bird’s leg with just a little more force. Just as he was about to flip Eun-myeong over and shove him into the bed—
“I don’t want this, I don’t want to do it like this.”
Eun-myeong fluttered his shoulder blades like a hunted bird. Lubrication burst from behind like a fountain, and he shed tears profusely.
“Doing it like this is too strange, it’s like what dogs do.”
“Dogs?”
The man let out a short, sharp laugh.
Between the messily opened zipper, a vicious brown cock poked its head out, dripping pre-cum like a salivating dog. Like a black wild dog watching a herbivore from the dark forest, it waited for the timing to hunt, drooling from its jaw.
Dripping thick fluid threateningly, the head of the cock threw a fit, demanding to be shoved greedily into that cave immediately. It stood erect, pointing straight toward Eun-myeong.
The man released Eun-myeong’s neck. Red marks had already remained on Hui-yeon’s neck. He intended to take his time deciding how to handle those marks. He gripped his cock with his empty hand and stroked it vigorously up and down.
As the man’s hand slid away, Eun-myeong crawled on all fours across the bed. Approaching the man, he rubbed his cheek against the man’s thigh.
“Then what do you want to do?”
Instead of answering, Eun-myeong stole glances at the man’s chest. His body burned hot, and he shifted his plump buttocks. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the bed while gauging the man’s reaction. He was acting like a puppy that desperately needed to go. It seemed he would go insane if something wasn’t shoved inside him immediately.
Eun-myeong had completely lost his reason, intoxicated by pheromones. Only now would he reveal the things in his heart he could never say. Eun-myeong’s slender legs wrapped around the man’s waist, which was as thick as a drum. The damp pubic hair clung tightly to the man’s abdomen.
“Like this, facing each other….”
The man let out a groan, ugh, and tightened his breath. It felt as if the nerves he had been pulling taut were being ground down by a gear.
The man thrust upward with his hips. Eun-myeong’s slender body fluttered like a kite and fell backward. He was practically slammed into the bed. The position was almost the same as usual, but one thing was different.
Instead of making Eun-myeong lie face down as he usually did, he made him expose his belly like a submissive dog, navel facing up, and dug into his bottom.
“Hat, hng……!”
He suddenly shoved the head of his cock deep into the hole that was already damp and opening and closing. As soon as it touched the urethral opening of this rude intruder, the hole gasped like a goldfish, mouthing the entrance as if trying to swallow it whole.
“Ugh, hng.”
Eun-myeong dug his nails into the man’s shoulders. The man often cut Eun-myeong’s fingernails and toenails whenever he had the chance. The white nails were trimmed exactly in the shape he desired.
“Didn’t I tell you that if you become an Omega, you’ll be sold elsewhere?”
The man asked, panting. He slid his fingers through the hair and gripped Eun-myeong’s soft scalp tightly in his palm.
“But then why are you throwing yourself at the Mister?”
He slammed into the inside. Eun-myeong whimpered like someone with a cold, exhaling pained breaths. Fine wrinkles formed on his brow, and blue veins protruded on his temples as if they were about to burst.
“I told you not to wander around like a stray dog, but you don’t listen.”
The man criticized him relentlessly. He poured out sentences between breaths, spraying his fierce respiration over the supple body.
“My cell phone….”
That story again. It was a cheap thing barely worth 200, yet he repeated it like a croaking toad, as if the world were ending, even though his cycle had hit and he was completely wet.
“The Boss bought it for me.”
His cheeks were entirely damp. The man could have soothed him, comforted him, or told him the truth—that he had so much money it wouldn’t matter if he spent it on semen or used it to wipe himself instead of tissues.
However, the man just left him be.
“When the call came earlier. There was… something I wanted to say.”
Eun-myeong spoke in fragmented sentences, exhaling feverish breaths. The man ignored him and continued to thrust deep inside. The raw cock pierced through the folds of the hole, rubbing the hot inner walls with its massive size.
“Ah, ah-hng!”
His toes curled tightly. As the excessive pleasure threatened to melt him, Eun-myeong kicked the air wildly, unable to endure it.
“I wanted to say that my head hurts too much, and I want to go back to my room and sleep in bed.”
It was as if he would go crazy if he didn’t say something, barely clinging to his last shred of reason.
“And also.”
The man exhaled hot breath onto Eun-myeong’s face. Eun-myeong’s teary eyelashes fluttered.
“And if you’re in a good mood, please hold me again.”
Despite those words, the man didn’t know how to hold him; he simply braced himself against the bed with both arms.
However, he had greedy eyes. His heart beat frantically. It throbbed as if it had been tempered in a fire and then pulled out. Someone might mistake this for love or some kind of affection, but for the man, it was nothing of the sort.
The crumpled blanket, hair spread wide like dandelion seeds due to static, eyes drenched in tears, flushed cheeks, the gaze looking at him blindly….
In an instant, a strange impulse seized the man’s mind. Like his father, who had taxidermied a wild boar killed by a long rifle in the living room, what if he made Eun-myeong live forever in his own space?
Completely unaware of the terrifying thoughts in the man’s mind, Eun-myeong raised his two ragged arms and reached for the man’s neck.
“Please hold me.”
His gaze was completely gone. The man chuckled at the words spoken while clinging to the last of his reason like a thin rope.
The innocent gaze and submissive attitude were so pleasing they made his skin crawl. If he coaxed and flattered him a bit more, wouldn’t he be the type to beg for it even if the man told him he wanted to taxidermy him?
“Please hold me.”
Despite his mind being filled with a sticky pleasure, he whimpered, asking to be taken into his arms. Only then did the man lift Eun-myeong by the waist with one arm. As if that were exactly what he wanted, Eun-myeong rushed toward him desperately.
It was the beginning of a chillingly long night.