By Zephyria 
In a space where I knew no one and had no business, there was only one thing I could do to kill time.
I approached the magnificently crafted bar and called the staff. How do I order without a menu? I conveyed the general meaning, received a glass of alcohol, and searched for an empty sofa. Only after finding a small sofa remaining in a corner could I finally rest my body.
I sipped and swallowed the alcohol in the glass. Perhaps the alcohol content was high, as it felt like my throat was burning. Since I’m not a connoisseur of alcohol, I didn’t know what kind of drink it was, but it felt similar to drinking straight soju.
Tastes like shit. They don’t even give snacks? To give only alcohol without snacks in such a luxurious hotel. I ate a light dinner thinking they’d give me something delicious.
I felt a bit sorrowful from the disappointment, but the leisure I felt from escaping Cha Baek-joo made me slightly more generous.
Anyway, what was Cha Baek-joo thinking, waving the white flag and disappearing so quickly? I had wondered before coming here if he would pretend to be completely kind to me, or if he would humiliate me by pouring alcohol on my head. But it was bland, as if it were neither.
“Disappointing in many ways.”
“What’s so disappointing?”
Someone sat next to me and questioned my monologue. I checked the face since I didn’t know who it was, but it wasn’t one of the people I had been introduced to by Cha Baek-joo today.
“Why that face?”
“Just, I was surprised because you spoke so suddenly…”
Rather than being surprised, I was momentarily wondering who the guy in front of me was and if we were acquainted.
Since I couldn’t gauge what relationship he had with Cha Soo-kyung, how old he was, or if it was okay to use informal speech, I let my sentence trail off, and the man let out a chuckle.
“You didn’t show your face after you left crying last time, so what brings you here?”
“Did I leave crying last time? It’s been so long that I don’t remember.”
“Is two years ago really that long ago? Or are you pretending not to remember because you’re embarrassed?”
“People can cry; what’s there to be embarrassed about? You can cry, and you can make others cry. Such things happen often in life. I’m saying I don’t remember because I really don’t. I have no memory of you pretending to be close to me either.”
I replied while emptying my glass with an indifferent expression, and the man widened his eyes as if he’d heard something unexpected.
“Why?”
“I think your personality has changed. The way you’re using informal speech and all.”
“Personality can change in two years. That’s the age for it. And you used informal speech first, so what does it matter? If the last time we saw each other was two years ago, we aren’t even that close, so why not just be informal together?”
Why do they expect the other person to use formal speech while they use informal speech themselves? You get what you give. It seems only strange people gather here.
“Haha, you’re not wrong. You used to have such a stifling personality, so it’s good that you’ve changed. It feels like we can actually communicate now.”
The man draped his arm over my shoulder and leaned his body against me. Since a large guy was leaning on the small body of Cha Soo-kyung, I felt the pressure.
“Uh, right. You’re heavy, so I’d appreciate it if you leaned that way. While you’re at it, why don’t you tell me who you are? I feel like I’m talking to someone I don’t even know right now.”
As I pushed away the hand wrapping around my shoulder, the man took an exaggeratedly pushed-back posture and shrugged his shoulders.
“Wow, Cha Soo-kyung. You’ve become scary. Did something really happen? Your spirit is excessively high. Where did the old Cha Soo-kyung go, who couldn’t even say a word properly? I heard you committed suicide. Does your personality change when you come back from the dead?”
“There’s no reason I couldn’t say a word properly. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard that personality changes after coming back from the dead, so it’s not exactly fresh. …Hey. I want to drink alone, so if you’re not going to introduce yourself, please go somewhere else. Talking to a stranger is fucking tiring.”
I used a relatively kind tone, but the man looked a bit shocked. Was asking him to go elsewhere that shocking?
There are plenty of other seats, and unlike me, he probably knows other people. There’s no reason to stick around and talk to me, a stranger.
“Do you really not know me?”
“Then did you think I was joking? If you don’t know, just say you don’t know.”
The man let out a hollow laugh.
“I’m Han Yong-su, of SH Computer.”
I burst out laughing at Han Yong-su’s words. Han Yong-su tilted his head at the sudden laughter, then smiled a moment later. He had a look on his face that said, Of course, you knew and were just joking, right? To correct his misconception, I suppressed my laughter and spoke.
“Why are the people here so funny?”
“What?”
“Everyone insists on attaching which company’s child they are when they introduce themselves. Do your business cards actually say something like ‘So-and-so’s son, Kim Gae-ttong’? Do none of you have jobs? Are you all unemployed? You should introduce yourself, not your father. Are you the CEO of SH Computer?”
At my words, Han Yong-su’s face contorted uglily. He seemed to mutter a small curse under his breath.
“Your changed personality is honestly repulsive. Fuck, hey. Do I look like a pushover just because I started a conversation with you? I felt sorry for the kid who was shaking all over himself, putting on a whole show and leaving in tears, so I pretended to know him, but fuck. You and I are on different levels, you idiot. Just because you’re at this gathering, do you think you’re the same as the people here? Everyone knows your old man took that spot by getting a brat pregnant. Rumors have spread everywhere that the chairman of hosan hospital vowed not to leave a single cent of inheritance to your father or you.”
Oho, I’m learning new facts here. While the lack of an inheritance is shocking, I decided to take comfort in the fact that I’d bought time to embezzle assets in advance.
“Are you dividing levels based on inheritance? I didn’t know that. So, are your parents giving you SH Computer? I don’t know what ‘level’ you’re talking about, but I can tell I’m different from the people here. I wondered why this atmosphere felt so unfamiliar. I guess it’s because everyone here is an idiot. Hey, Han Yong-su. I’m telling you this as a thank you for the great information: when you introduce yourself somewhere, leave out the part about whose son you are. It looks fucking pathetic. It makes it seem like your parents are the only thing you have.”
“You son of a bitch.”
I gave the advice with good intentions, but upon hearing it, Han Yong-su’s face flushed red and he spat out curses. I gave him a beaming smile and waved my middle finger right in his face.
“For someone on a ‘different level,’ your cursing is pretty similar to mine. Some fucked-up bastard comes up to me first, starts a conversation, and then throws a fit. If you have nothing to do, go drink some alcohol. Why are you making a perfectly still person feel like shit, you idiot?”
“You fucking piece of shit.”
Han Yong-su grabbed me by the collar and shouted. The people around us began to gather, buzzing about what was happening.
“Maybe it’s because he’s on a different level, but his behavior is quite unconventional. Shall we give them a show today? Want to have a dogfight right here? You’re an Alpha, right? Have you ever been beaten up by an Omega? Want to experience it today?”
In terms of physical build, I probably couldn’t win a fight, but I wasn’t going to just take the hits blindly. Even if I took ten, I’d land one, and then he’d be the one feeling embarrassed.
When I smiled and asked, “What do you want to do?” Han Yong-su let go of my collar. Muttering that I was obnoxious, he shook his hands and stood up, looking down at me with a face that looked like he was about to spit.
“A truly rootless bastard comes along and ruins the whole mood.”
“Ah, I don’t know who it was that approached a rootless bastard, but I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off.”
As I muttered to myself with a face that suggested I couldn’t hear a thing, the man looking down at me glared. They say a barking dog doesn’t bite, and he was exactly that. Watching him disappear with his glass, as if avoiding me because I was too filthy, I swung my crossed leg back and forth.
Perhaps thanks to Han Yong-su’s outburst, the glances directed at me became more intense. Unlike that, not a single person approached me.
Where did that car-company son go who wanted to talk to me earlier? As I looked around, people avoided my gaze as if they were afraid they might lock eyes with me.
I mean, am I going to eat them? Or is there a disease you catch just by making eye contact? The people here are seriously weird.
Thinking that Father’s prediction—that this wouldn’t be a normal gathering—wasn’t wrong, my evaluation of Father went up a bit.
Perhaps due to the loud music and the alcohol, my head felt slightly dizzy. My body felt limp, and I felt hot.
Does Cha Soo-kyung’s body not handle alcohol well? Between the cigarettes and this, it seems he’s never drank before. I took off my suit jacket and fluttered my dress shirt, which had become damp with sweat.
Am I catching a cold? I thought I was fine, but contrary to my thoughts, going out after being discharged from the hospital might have been too much for Cha Soo-kyung’s body. Regardless, it was certain that my current physical state was not normal.
The moment I realized something was wrong, I felt my condition deteriorating by the second. Why is this happening? This is a bit dangerous.
Thinking I should drink some water, I stood up from the sofa, but my vision spun. I barely managed to steady myself by gripping the back of the sofa.
Forget water; I need to go home. I’m going to collapse in a pathetic way at this rate. I heard he cried and went home from this gathering before; if I collapse and get carried out this time, some truly strange rumors might spread.
I wouldn’t care if rumors spread because I was acting out, but it would feel unfair if rumors said I collapsed because I was shocked.
Clutching my removed jacket in my hand, I stumbled across the hall. I didn’t have the mental capacity to look for Cha Baek-joo. It wasn’t as if he would help me anyway. In fact, he was more likely to leave me to be humiliated by collapsing. My trust in Cha Baek-joo was that low.
I hurried out of the hall. I somehow managed to walk to the door, but the path from the door to the elevator was practically a half-crawl.
I finally reached the elevator. As I pressed the button and waited, the elevator numbers wouldn’t change, as if something was going on below.
“Fuck. This is so shitty.”
20
Cold sweat poured down my back. Leaning against the wall, I stepped into the elevator as the doors opened with a ding.
I feel bad for contradicting myself, but I think I should contact Lee Kyung-jin. As I frantically pressed the first-floor button and rummaged through my pocket with my other hand, a hand reached through the gap in the elevator doors to stop them from closing.
“Excuse me.”
With a polite voice, a man took the spot next to me and calmly pressed a button for a few floors down, followed by the close button.
“The meeting ended well. Well, we aren’t exactly… on terms to eat together. It’s annoying just to face and talk to them. Handle things like this on your own from now on. …Yes, I’m not going back today. Someone has illegally occupied my house. …You know very well that you’re talking about yourself. Yes, I won’t go back until you return to Father’s main house. So stop forcing it and just go back. I’m hanging up.”
I heard the man talking to someone on the phone. I was already annoyed that the elevator hadn’t come, and now my stomach churned because of the man who had stopped the elevator just as it arrived to force his way in. I didn’t even have the energy to glare at his face; as I pulled out my phone with trembling hands, I dropped it on the floor.
Phone… pick it up and contact Lee Kyung-jin…
Now even my vision was shaking and blurred. As I fumbled the floor like a blind man with open eyes, the man beside me asked, “Are you alright?”
“My phone…”
“Here.”
A thick scent surged from the man as he approached. It was a bittersweet yet sugary scent, like putting a piece of dark chocolate in one’s mouth, and it felt as if it were thickly enveloping my entire body. For a moment, my breath caught, and a gasp escaped from my instinctively opened throat.
“What…!”
For some reason, a groan suppressed by embarrassment and shock came from the man.
An unknown pain bloomed. As if hundreds or thousands of needles were pricking me, the skin all over my body became hypersensitive and stung.
It was a different kind of pain from the usual pain felt when injured or hit. Feeling this pain for the first time in my life, I hugged my shoulders and whimpered.
“You…”
The man grabbed my wrist with strong force. My wrist hurt from the tight grip, but strangely, the stinging pain vanished where the man’s skin touched mine.
“Fuck, you…”
The man couldn’t finish his sentence and simply called out to me as if reproaching. Unable to utter the following words, a suppressed groan that didn’t become a word flowed out, scratching his throat like the cry of a beast.
“…Please…”
I wrapped my hand around the man’s hand that was holding my wrist. Please. Without even realizing what I was saying, I stroked the back of the man’s hand. My sweat-dampened palm clung to the man’s skin like a snake. As if it weren’t my own body, my fingers, which had been wrapping around the back of his hand, dug into the sleeve of his dress shirt and sought the skin inside.
The sweet scent grew stronger. Every time the man’s rough breath fell upon the crown of my head, I inhaled violently, as if breathing oxygen delivered while trapped underwater.
“Someone please do something…”
Pulling the man’s shoulder toward me, I clung to him and pleaded. My instinct was screaming that this man was the one who could alleviate this pain.
The man’s jaw, clenched as if enduring something, was trembling. His upper body, tensed with strength, was bulked and hard, and the hand gripping my wrist trembled along with it.
“Please… it hurts…”
It hurts, I said it hurts. Help me. Make it stop hurting.
Between me, clinging as if pleading, and the man, who tried to push me away while letting out low groans, the elevator doors opened with a ding. It was the floor the man had pressed.
The hand holding my wrist let go. I grabbed the waist of the man who was struggling to turn away from me.
Don’t leave me. Help me. Save me.
The pleas that couldn’t become words came out as groans. Please, please. Do something about this pain whose reason and cause I cannot know. The man looked back at me as I clung to him.
The pupils looking down at me were shot through with red veins. The man, who had been clenching his fists so hard that the veins stood out, finally reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Ah…”
Led by the man, I stepped out of the elevator. Even as I was dragged along as if crawling on the floor, I struggled to follow him. The man’s pace was urgent. Opening a door with a key card and stepping inside, the man roughly pushed me into the room as if throwing me.
With a loud thud, the door closed, and the man once again grabbed my body, which was collapsed on the floor, and dragged me somewhere.
“Ah, it hurts…”
Tears flowed reflexively as I let out a moan. The throbbing pain was becoming increasingly intense.
My body flipped backward as the man threw me down. Leaving me sprawled on the plush bed, the man hurriedly took off the jacket he was wearing.
What is he trying to do?
I gasped while curled up, and the man lowered his body over me. His large frame overwhelmed me, and the sweet air I felt earlier enveloped me. I couldn’t move my body, as if I had been electrocuted.
“What… stop…”
I barely managed to raise my hand to push the man’s shoulder away, but the warmth of his skin was transmitted through the thin dress shirt. That warmth triggered an indescribable excitement. My vision went white, and I felt dizzy.
The man kissed me roughly without a word. My lips, which were being pressed and rubbed, parted, and his tongue pushed inside. The tongue, parting my teeth, rubbed and poked the inner flesh of my mouth here and there. Saliva leaked between my parted lips, but even that feeling flowing down my chin was exquisite.
Every time the man’s breath reached me, I felt a sweet pleasure instead of pain. I didn’t desire sexual arousal from another person, but if it was in exchange for the pain I was feeling now, I wanted to accept it gladly. I placed my hands on the man’s shoulders and pulled him strongly.
I pressed and rubbed my tongue against the man’s tongue, which was exploring the inside of my mouth with snake-like flexibility. Regardless of my will, like a living creature, I repeatedly clashed, entwined, rubbed, sucked, and was sucked by the man’s tongue.
From my lips, every part of my body wanted to touch the man. This was my first such experience, but it was strangely clear what my body wanted.
I rubbed and caressed the man’s shoulders and chest with my palms, and the man roughly stripped off my suit jacket and dress shirt as if tearing them away.
Our groins, entangled and clashing here and there, were both hard and swollen.
This is strange, I feel like I’m going crazy.
While my body was pressed against the man, the pain piercing my whole body disappeared, but an unknown thirst filled its place instead. Like a person suffering from dehydration, I swallowed the man’s lips and took in his saliva.
“Ah… haeu…”
The man grabbed my chest, which had been revealed after the shirt was removed. Holding the piece of flesh that didn’t even fill a handful, the man kneaded it here and there like a child playing with clay.
Feeling a strange sensation where strength left my body despite the throbbing, I hugged the man even more violently.
“Stop pestering me so much.”
The man reproached me in a suppressed voice, and I lifted my legs to wrap them around the man’s waist, twisting my body.
The man’s eyes, staring at me while our lips were pressed together, flashed. Unlike the man’s eyes, which were filled with ill will as if glaring at me, the hand gripping and kneading my chest was urgent, as if wanting something.
The man, looking at my eyes blurred by unfamiliar pain, slowly lowered his body. As I looked down at the crown of the man’s head sinking lower, I gasped when the man swallowed my protruding nipple in one bite.
The sensation of him sucking the nipple with his lips and then nibbling it with his teeth sent a sharp jolt of stimulation directly from my chest to my groin.
“At… ah, aaah…”
Exhaling meaningless sounds—whether sighs or groans—I parted my lips. I gripped the man’s neatly groomed hair and tried to pull him away from my chest, but the man clung tightly to my breast and showed no sign of letting go.
Heat was slowly gathering in my abdomen. It was stifling and agonizing. As the heat generated from the chest where the man’s lips touched spread throughout my body, it now felt as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling all over me.
“It hurts, it hurts…”
“It’s not pain.”
The man reprimanded me as if he knew the pain I was feeling. Unbuckling his pants, opening the zipper, and pulling down his underwear all at once, the man roughly gripped his genitals. I let out a short scream, and the man rolled his erect member with his hand as if mocking me.
“Omegas are all like this.”
Having lost interest in my chest, the man’s hand was now gripping my lean buttocks. The man’s grip was as formidable as his physique, to the point where my kneaded buttocks felt numb. After playing with my buttocks for a while, the man pulled them apart to the sides. The hole hidden inside flinched as it faced the cold air.
“Completely wet…”
Unless the sphincter had made a mistake, there was no way the anus could be wet; he was talking nonsense. I wondered if he intended to shame me, but as a finger suddenly dug into the hole and moved, a squelching sound echoed from below.
This is really… unbelievable.
21
As if welcoming him gladly, the entrance of the hole nibbled at the man’s finger. While horrified by my body reacting contrary to my will, my genitals and nipples became even harder due to the strange stimulation rising from below.
After stirring below a few times with his finger, the man hurriedly opened his front and took out his member. It was obvious what he intended to do with a thing the size of a forearm, but I felt neither the strength nor the will to stop it.
I couldn’t understand the flow of the situation or how it had come to this, but it was clear that I would eventually have sex with this man. The moment I realized it, my body trembled as if in joy.
The erect member touched the entrance of the hole. Putting that inside would be nothing short of torture. There’s no way it could fit. As if mocking my thoughts, the man pressed the glans firmly and began to insert it slowly into the hole. I felt the hole stretching and pulling taut without end.
“Ah, it hurts…”
Feeling a stinging sensation, I gripped the man’s shoulder tightly. It hurts, you son of a bitch. As my struggling intensified, the man paused his movement for a moment. The member, caught halfway as if wedged in the opened hole, felt burdensome.
As I tried to close my legs and pull away, the man grabbed my thighs and yanked them back. He pressed down firmly on my thighs to keep me from moving, dove between my splayed legs, and thrust his member—which had paused for a moment—deep inside in one go. I let out a sharp gasp, my head snapping back. I could feel the tip of his member pressing against my inner walls, buried deep inside.
I was certain I would tear, but strangely, there was no sensation of tearing. There was a sense of nausea and a peculiar pressure caused by the foreign object wedged inside me to the limit, but the lack of expected pain was almost surreal.
“Ah….”
The moment our private parts met and I felt his member filling me, I felt the heat that had been pooling in my body dissipate. This strange sense of liberation and euphoria only intensified as the man pulled back and thrust in again.
“Hng, ngh….”
It was a sensation I had never experienced before. My vision went white, as if I had stepped into another world.
Pressing my heaving body against the man, I gripped the dress shirt he was still wearing and pulled it open. Buttons popped, and I pushed the limp shirt off his shoulders.
I placed my hand on his exposed chest and stroked it smoothly. The skin of another person clinging to my palm was indescribably soft, yet it was also firm, as if not even a finger could slip through.
“Hold me. Hold me tighter.”
I pulled the man’s shoulders down, rubbing my chest against his, mumbling as if I were someone else. The man remained silent. Only the occasional suppressed groan served as his voice.
My splayed legs shook helplessly every time the man moved his lower body. When his member, which pierced my inner walls, savagely scraped the inside and withdrew, my hole greedily clung to it and held on. I could feel through our touching skin how the man’s shoulders tensed in response.
I clung to the man’s neck like a lifeline, pressing my body against him. Sweat seeped through the rubbing skin, warmth transferred, and pleasure bloomed.
Perhaps annoyed by my fidgeting, the man pulled my hands away from his neck and flipped my body over. A hand slid under my waist, pulling my lower body to lift my hips, and his member invaded the empty hole once again.
I cried out, stretching my neck as the union deepened, and the man grabbed the nape of my neck, pinning me to the bed and continuing to thrust while mounted on my hips.
The rougher and faster the penetration became, the hotter and itchier the hole through which his member entered and exited felt. Unable to satisfy my desire to be closer to him, I rubbed my burning body against the bed.
“Hng, you bastard….”
Do you like it, pinning me down and raping me like this? I poured out my sorrow along with my sobs, and the man, who had been thrusting alone for a while, let go of my neck. I quickly twisted my body and lay facing him again, opening my arms.
The man, sitting up and looking down at me, had eyes blurred with excitement. I, too, could barely see straight through my flowing tears.
The man’s body finally fell into my outstretched arms. Hugging his heat-flushed body, I lifted my waist to press myself tightly against him.
The man’s groans echoing in my ears, his hot breath, the large hands clutching my waist and hips, and the member rapidly sliding in and out of my backside.
Though I was unfamiliar with all of it, I instinctively realized that this was what I wanted. It was the only thing, the only person, the only act that could save me right now.
I hugged the man as if he were the only thing I had left, and the man likewise tightened his arms around me as if he couldn’t let go. We became one, moving our lower bodies incessantly, stroking each other’s skin with our embracing hands.
Stimulated by the member pressing against my inner walls, I rubbed my crotch against the man’s abdomen. Pre-cum from the tip of my erect member wet the man’s stomach.
Had I ever wanted to ejaculate this much before? Even when gripping and shaking my member, I had always thought it was just unpleasant and tedious; I had never felt this kind of excitement, to the point of nearly going mad.
As I greedily tightened around the man’s member and let out a moan, the man tensed his abdomen and pressed hard against my member. Under the pressure of being rubbed, my member leaked a bit of semen. It was an ejaculation without any warning or signal.
I, who had been gripping the man’s shoulders, stiffened my body and merely parted my lips silently, while the man pushed through the tightly clenched hole and buried his member deep inside.
“Ah, aaah….”
As I helplessly let out groans that couldn’t form words, the man, who had paused to catch his breath with his member still buried, lifted one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder.
His ragged, heavy breathing poured over the nape of my neck. The man, who had been biting his lip and clenching his jaw to endure something, finally pulled his lower body back.
The sweet scent emanating from the man grew even thicker. My body, rendered so powerless that I couldn’t move a finger, swayed according to the man’s movements.
The sticky inner flesh wrapped around the man’s member, clinging to it regretfully as it left and greedily swallowing it as it dove back in. Though bewildered by the reaction of my lower body, which moved like a living creature, I heaved my body again, stimulated by the man’s member moving up and down as if piercing me.
The pain that felt like needles and fire had vanished, but it felt as if my reason had vanished along with it. Even while rolling around naked with a man I had just met, I hugged him as if he were a loved one and sobbed in pleasure.
∞ ∞ ∞
“Hng….”
The man, his throat vibrating with a low sound as his body stiffened, finally pulled away from me after pouring something hot into my hole. Since this wasn’t the man’s first ejaculation, the fluid he had released inside leaked down my thighs.
As my hole twitched, the feeling of slightly clumped liquid sliding out was indescribably shitty.
My body, drenched in sweat and semen from how much we had kissed, sucked, and rolled around, felt sticky. I had ejaculated an uncountable number of times, and though less than me, the man seemed to have come at least three or four times. I hadn’t noticed because we started at night, but the sun was now shining through the open curtains.
Wow, so this is what sex was.
My first experience with sex was beyond my imagination. Are the people who do this every day made of steel? First, I reflected on how I had cursed those who lived by instinct, and then I marveled at the fact that people whose only hobby is fucking are surprisingly high in stamina.
“Fuck, damn Omega pheromones.”
A sudden curse flowed from the man lying beside me. Lacking the strength to move even a finger, I flicked my gaze toward him and saw a face scowling as if he had some complaint, despite having come his fill.
“We fucked together, so why is it suddenly the Omega’s fault? Where did the guy who was clinging to me like a dog go?”
I was recalling the events of last night, thinking it was a reasonably good experience, but this guy really knew how to ruin the mood. When I pointed out the flaw in his logic with a bit of emotion, the man suddenly bolted upright.
“What?”
“I mean, you were the one who dragged me here and pounced on me. If it had been once, fine, I’d call it a mistake. It’d be funny even as a mistake, but I could generously overlook it. But it’s ridiculous to spend the whole night thrusting into me until sunrise and then start badmouthing me now.”
I only asked for help, but he was the one who dragged me in here to fuck. Since I responded, it’s sex; otherwise, it’s rape. I saved him from becoming a criminal, and this is what he says?
I snorted and carefully rolled onto my stomach. Actually, I wanted to sit up, but the moment I tried to lift my waist, I judged it to be impossible and quickly changed my mind.
By the way, why did that happen last night? Suddenly my body hurt—and if it hurt that much, I should have gone to the hospital—but instead, I lost my mind and fucked a man I’d never seen before, and then the pain disappeared.
Though I was exhausted, yesterday’s pain had subsided to some extent, and my reason had returned, giving me the leisure to think calmly.
It felt as if I had been drugged with something like poppers. I’ve never tried them, but it was similar to what drug users had described. Especially the pleasure I felt from the contact with the man. As if I had taken an aphrodisiac, or as if I were in a body other than my own, I had no control. Actually, this body isn’t mine either, but anyway.
Did I take some kind of date-rape drug? If I did, who gave it to me? The only things I had yesterday were the meal at home and a few drinks at the gathering. Did a staff member there spike my drink?
“You’re going to put that on me? If your heat cycle comes, you should stay quietly tucked away at home, not go out and seduce an Alpha. I can guess what your ulterior motive was.”
“Heat cycle?”
While I was pondering, the man reprimanded me. A word I had heard once before came out of the man’s mouth, and I tilted my head.
Come to think of it, I remember hearing something about heat cycles during sex education.
「You must be very careful. You must pay close attention.」
The teacher’s voice echoed in my ears. At the time, I just nodded, thinking it must be important, but how was I supposed to know when or how a heat cycle comes to be careful?
“So that was a heat cycle.”
I nodded as if I had learned something new, and the man fell silent for a moment. Wondering why he suddenly stopped talking, I put strength into my trembling arms and pushed myself up. After taking a few deep breaths while lying face down, I barely managed to sit up, and I saw the man looking at me as if I were a monkey in a zoo.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“…Was this your first heat cycle?”
“Probably?”
I don’t know when Cha Soo-kyung experienced his heat cycle, but for me, it was the first. Omegas go through this every month. That’s truly terrible.
“You’re not a minor, are you?”
Only then did I realize what the man was thinking and burst into laughter. When I heard about heat cycles, I think I also heard that they begin along with secondary sex characteristics. Since I said it was my first heat, I could tell without being told how flustered the man must be.
“Thank you, try it.”
“What?”
“If this had been two months ago, you would’ve become a criminal. You should be grateful you avoided a criminal record by a two-month difference.”
I had been annoyed that my body wouldn’t move as I wanted, but for a moment, I felt cheerful. Moreover, thinking that the experience of rolling around with the man all night wasn’t bad, I became more generous.
“I thought I had some kind of disease, but this was a heat cycle. You said heat cycles happen every month. Does that mean I have to be in pain like this every month?”
“It sounds as if you don’t even know about suppressants. Where on earth have you been living?”
Ah, suppressants. There were suppressants. So suppressants were the medicine needed for times like this.
I guess I really wasn’t a smart student. Along with a sense of reflection, I sighed, wondering how I could have known this just by hearing it. I thought everyone’s life was the same, but I became afraid that life as an Omega wouldn’t be as easy as I thought.
“That’s why yesterday was clearly your fault. You were in heat, didn’t take suppressants, and clung to an Alpha you’d never met. Even if this went to a legal dispute, I’d win.”
“I don’t particularly want to go to a legal dispute, and even if I didn’t know, yesterday wasn’t bad. I felt good, but I only said that because you’re talking shit, which is annoying. Who would feel good if someone cursed and blamed others right after they came because it felt so good?”
“…It’s not a matter of whether I ejaculated or not; this is a matter of basic etiquette. You talk as if you grew up on some remote island. You have to be considerate of people who don’t like having relations while swept away by pheromones. That’s violence and no different from rape.”
Then is he saying I raped him? While I thought the nuance was strange, the man had calmed down and was speaking softly, so I wondered if this was some etiquette of a world I didn’t know, and I lost the will to argue.
“I’m sorry. I just… I thought I was a bit sick yesterday. I tried to go home, but it suddenly got worse in the elevator. That’s why I asked for help, but you dragged me away without a word and pounced on me. I was flustered too. I didn’t want my first experience to happen like this. Besides, for my first partner to be a man… this was completely unexpected.”
I really wanted to do it with a woman. And not as the one being penetrated, but as the one doing the penetrating. In my twenty years of living, I never imagined I’d voluntarily give my backside to a man.
Do I have to live like this as an Omega for the rest of my life? Even my cock has become dainty, and I’ve lost the confidence to show it anywhere.
I lay back down on the bed in a gloomy mood, and the man, who had let out a sigh over my head, also flopped down beside me. Sunlight sparkled over our side-by-side bodies.
I turned my head and slowly examined the face of the man lying next to me. Even if we part ways today, I should know the face of the person I first fucked. That way, if we meet again later, maybe I can avoid an awkward situation.
As I slowly lowered my gaze from the man’s forehead, he felt strangely familiar. My brain isn’t great at absorbing professional knowledge, but since childhood, I’ve had a natural talent for reading people and remembering faces, so recalling the man’s face from my memory wasn’t that difficult.
“Oh, we’ve met before.”
“…….”
At my words, the man furrowed his brow.
“This tactic of trying to hook an Alpha is pathetic. I don’t know how much you know about me, but you must not have known that this kind of approach is actually counterproductive.”
“What bullshit. Last time at the hospital, I gave you a cigarette, and you said something about pheromones and then left. What did you do to me then? My body felt strange then, too.”
Asking as if conducting an interrogation, I lightly tugged on the man’s messy, disheveled hair, and the man, who had been frowning, let out a small laugh at my words.
“That Omega who was smoking? I felt it then too, but you’re a truly peculiar Omega in many ways. Didn’t I tell you then? I told you not to fail at managing your pheromones and end up regretting it after some random Alpha does something bad to you.”
It seems the man remembers that incident too. I let go of the man’s hair that I had been tugging and pouted.
“How am I supposed to manage pheromones when I don’t even know what they are? I told you, I got dragged away and had to take sex education because of that. Even after hearing it, I didn’t know what it meant. It was all just vague talk. The heat cycle is the same. Even if you tell me to be careful because a heat cycle comes once a month, I don’t actually know what a heat cycle is. It’s not like I can say, ‘I am currently in heat,’ and then it happens. It’s not like I get a notification text saying, ‘Your heat cycle begins tomorrow.’”
“How did your parents raise you?”
“They probably raised me well enough. They must have taught me this stuff, but I had an accident and lost my memory. That’s why.”
“This is instinct. Isn’t losing memory and forgetting instinct a different issue?”
“Ah, whatever. Stop using difficult words. If I don’t know, I can just learn. I learned one thing today: this is what a heat cycle is. And I learned that I should take suppressants when a heat cycle comes, so that’s two things.”
As expected, for a guy with a bad brain, learning through the body is the best. I’ll never forget what a heat cycle is from now on.
At my confidence, the man simply sighed. It was similar to how Father used to sigh when dealing with me. I don’t know why everyone around me has been doing nothing but sighing since I became Cha Soo-kyung.
“Be grateful you weren’t dragged away by some weirdo and had something bad happen to you.”
“Are you saying you’re not a weirdo?”
“The mere fact that I left an Omega who was clinging to me with eyes flipped from heat this intact proves I’m a perfectly normal guy.”
“Intact, my ass. You have no strength in your body. Your hole won’t even close. What you poured in is still leaking out right now.”
I buried my face in the bed and mumbled weakly. Lying like this, I felt sleep rushing in along with fatigue. I blinked my eyes open and shut, struggling to resist the drowsiness.
“So, is the heat cycle over now?”
“You’d know that best… but since you don’t seem to clearly perceive what pheromones are. There’s still a bit of scent left. If you take medicine before leaving here, you’ll be able to make it home. It’s quiet now, but if you don’t take it, the same symptoms as yesterday will appear again.”
“How many days does it last?”
“It varies from person to person. I don’t know how long your heat will last.”
“Can you tell pheromones by the scent? Yesterday in the elevator, when you came close, there was a sweet smell. Like rich chocolate.”
“You never noticed it before then? You must have felt it because you’re sensitive during your heat cycle.”
“Last time, when you were smoking. Back then, it felt less like a smell and more like something invisible was pressing down on me. I thought you were a psychic.”
At my words, the man let out a low laugh. He raised his hand and carefully brushed aside the hair that had spilled across the pillow.
“Do all pheromones smell the same? Do I smell like chocolate too?”
“The scent of pheromones varies slightly from person to person. What you perceive differs as well. You smelled chocolate from me, but someone else might call it the metallic scent of blood. From you… I smell freesia. Like a candy flower.”
“What’s that?”
“A small, cute yellow flower.”
Cha Soo-kyung’s face is indeed quite pretty. The descriptor ‘cute’ would fit him well, but since it was actually me inside that body, I felt a bit dissatisfied.
“…Anyway, thanks.”
“I take it you’re happy to be told you smell like a flower?”
“No, not that. For helping me yesterday. Something really bad could have happened. And I learned a lot of things. I think you’re better than my sex education teacher.”
We had done nothing but have sex, and the conversation we had barely started was just us blaming each other in a fit of intense emotion. Fortunately, we managed to clear up the misunderstandings and continue talking without any blushing; unexpectedly, the man was kind, and his voice had a low, soft resonance that gradually calmed my mind.
I felt peaceful. The situation—having sex with a stranger and then chatting casually—was strange, yet not particularly awkward.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep.”
“I’m not. I’m just closing my eyes.”
As my consciousness began to drift away from my body, the man spoke, tapping my cheek. No, you’re sleeping right now. I could hear his voice whispering with a small laugh.
“I think your phone has been ringing for a while.”
“Bring it to me. I feel like my waist is going to snap, I can’t move.”
If I tried to get up now, I was certain I’d have the mystical experience of my upper and lower body operating independently. Despite my exaggerations, the man chuckled and personally brought the phone and placed it in my hand.
Looking at the screen, I saw my Father’s name. Only then did I realize I hadn’t gone home without contacting him.