By Zephyria 
Did he know? Seo Yi-kyung flinched as if he had been caught hiding something. However, yesterday he had tossed and turned due to a fever, and today he had truly fallen into a drug-induced stupor. The lips he opened to explain were blocked once again.
Was it an illusion that the lower lip was being sucked more gently than before? But the hand caressing his nipple was not. It twisted the erect nipple and scratched it with a fingernail, as if enduring something.
“Hng, ah!”
Seo Yi-kyung’s moans leaked through their tangled lips.
The sensation of the genitalia pressing against his buttocks made the hair on the nape of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck stand up. The surging white sandalwood pheromones clearly signaled a desire for sex.
Seo Yi-kyung moved his hand. The fingertips of his cast-covered hand pressed firmly against the man’s chest, but this time, unlike before, he wasn’t easily pushed away.
As he began to suffocate, Seo Yi-kyung twisted his head. The hand that had been kneading his chest slid out from the shirt and gripped beneath his chin. The grip under his jaw felt stinging. Unable to even close his mouth, Seo Yi-kyung accepted the tongue that pushed in without hesitation.
Eventually, after tangling tongues to his satisfaction, the tongue that had been thrusting inside his mouth scraped the tender mucosa and withdrew.
“Haah… haah…”
Seo Yi-kyung’s chest heaved rapidly. His eyes grew slightly damp, blurring his vision. He blinked while gasping for air. Through the haze, Han Seung-jae’s eyes, which were gradually coming into view, looked far from satisfied. Rather, eyes that seemed filled with thirst languidly licked Seo Yi-kyung’s lips.
“…….”
Han Seung-jae’s gaze lingered on the crimson tongue that appeared every time Seo Yi-kyung gasped.
He felt an impulse to let those wet lips take his cock. In his heart, he wanted to make him lean over the terrace railing and shove himself in however he pleased.
The seductive rose-scented pheromones emanating from Seo Yi-kyung’s body were heating Han Seung-jae up far more than any alcohol could.
Even if he didn’t intentionally release them, there was no way Han Seung-jae wouldn’t smell the pheromones leaking from below. He was an extreme dominant Alpha. The genes of Alphas generally surpassed those of ordinary people. Sometimes, their animalistic nature took precedence. Moreover, it was evident that the other was reacting to his scent.
However, he couldn’t ignore the cast-covered hand brushing against his chest.
“Dong-hu…”
The seductive, wet lips murmured. But the words that came out were not pleasant to hear.
The image of Seo Dong-hu, covered in blood and looking up with a face full of terror, flickered before Han Seung-jae’s eyes. He felt neither pity nor guilt. Instead, he felt a spark of curiosity about what expression Seo Yi-kyung would have made if he had seen that sight. Would he have burst into tears? Would he have clung to him, begging him to stop?
Han Seung-jae did not interrupt Seo Yi-kyung. He waited, as if telling him to keep going. Perhaps the answer he wanted would come.
“Are you going to give Hyung money?”
Seo Yi-kyung’s pupils trembled slightly. He didn’t want to call him Hyung, but in this place, they were strictly blood brothers.
“I…”
As Seo Yi-kyung hesitated, wondering whether to continue while gauging the reaction, Han Seung-jae cut him off.
“Should I?”
Seo Yi-kyung blinked, his long eyelashes drooping. Faint shadows formed beneath his eyes. He believed there was no way Han Seung-jae didn’t know what had happened inside the house today. Even if not through Butler Do, someone would have relayed the word to him.
Han Seung-jae caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s slender waist with both hands. Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks twitched. The genitalia felt beneath his thighs were more swollen than before.
“Tell me.”
He leaned his upper body closer. That alone seemed to overwhelm Seo Yi-kyung. The hand touching his side dug inside the shirt. He seemed more composed than before, but the state of the genitalia rubbing against his thigh was different. It felt as if it would rip through the clothes and thrust inside at any moment. The distance between their lips narrowed, almost touching.
“You can ask for a larger number than the one currently in your head.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s spine stiffened. There was a strange power in Han Seung-jae’s low voice. The penetrating whisper was sweet, making him want to accept it, yet at the same time, he felt fear. Perhaps it was because he knew exactly what kind of person the man was.
He was a man who could lift someone consumed by longing to infinite heights, but could also ruthlessly slam them into the ground.
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted slightly. This was because Han Seung-jae, while loosely gripping the waist he held, pressed his genitalia against him. A hard, foreign sensation poked the inside of his thigh. As Seo Yi-kyung tried to push himself up and stand, Han Seung-jae’s grip on his waist tightened.
Han Seung-jae’s hip movements became more intense. Had they not been wearing clothes, he would have already forced open the hole and entered.
With every breath, Seo Yi-kyung’s chest swelled slightly. His vision swam from the surging white sandalwood pheromones. He was clearly misunderstanding something. Seo Yi-kyung spoke quickly before Han Seung-jae’s lips could touch.
“No. Don’t give… ngh… money to Hyung.”
Because Han Seung-jae pressed against him from below, a short moan leaked out. Simultaneously, their lips brushed and then parted. Han Seung-jae pulled his upper body back. He observed Seo Yi-kyung’s face carefully.
Seo Yi-kyung’s face was flushed. Since he had pressed his genitalia against him and released pheromones in abundance, it was only natural for the Omega’s body to react.
“Why? He’s your family.”
Seo Yi-kyung caught his breath. As if urging for an answer, Han Seung-jae thrust his hips upward.
Seo Yi-kyung’s body tilted forward. As if trying to maintain balance, his two arms landed on Han Seung-jae’s shoulders. Their upper bodies were on the verge of touching.
“I don’t care anymore.”
In the first place, he didn’t need such family.
Seo Dong-hu had extorted money from ‘Seo Yi-kyung’ to start businesses. He tried to blindly follow whatever others did. He would somehow steal whatever others possessed.
There was no way such a business by Seo Dong-hu would succeed. Everything he touched failed. And as the amounts he took grew larger, he eventually frequented the poker rooms of the Macau casinos, the world’s largest gambling city. This was based on the firm belief that he could recover all his losses in one go.
As the frequency of Seo Dong-hu’s visits increased, the heart of the ‘Seo Yi-kyung’ who had to beg Han Seung-jae melted away. That endless cycle seemed as if it would never break.
No, it was a relationship that would only end when ‘Seo Yi-kyung’ died.
* * *
Rain fell from the sky since morning. Seo Yi-kyung, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up. He pulled back the curtains and looked at the terrace.
That day, Han Seung-jae did not stop Seo Yi-kyung even when he went into the room. And even until he hesitantly settled into the bed, Han Seung-jae had remained in that spot.
Seo Yi-kyung finished his shower clumsily with his left hand. It took longer than usual, but he was gradually getting used to it. He put on a shirt and stepped out of the room, lightly dabbing the wet cast with a towel.
His wrist didn’t hurt. There was something else that bothered him more.
Whirrr—
Butler Do, who had been waiting in the dressing room, repeatedly applied the hairdryer to Seo Yi-kyung’s hair and arms. In front of them, assistants were sorting through suits that Seo Yi-kyung could wear.
Seo Yi-kyung thought it didn’t matter, but Butler Do seemed to think differently.
“Director Han went out in a black suit this morning. Therefore, if you wear a white suit…”
Seo Yi-kyung shook his head.
Wouldn’t that make him stand out more? Seo Yi-kyung chose a navy suit. Butler Do pleaded earnestly several times, but Seo Yi-kyung was firm. Still, accepting Butler Do’s wish, he chose a white shirt.
Butler Do’s face was dark as he had no choice but to dress Seo Yi-kyung in the navy suit. The handprint that had been vivid on his cheek from being hit by Seo Dong-hu a few days ago had faded considerably in the meantime.
“Then, how about this for a tie?”
Butler Do held out a tie with shimmering pearls. Avoiding it, Seo Yi-kyung reached out with his left hand and picked up the most plain-looking matte tie.
“This one will be good.”
Regardless, everything in here was expensive, so it wouldn’t be a problem.
As Butler Do tied the tie around Seo Yi-kyung’s neck, he gazed at the ensemble: a white dress shirt, a navy vest, and a nearly matte tie. Seo Yi-kyung lightly touched his hair and looked into the full-length mirror.
Butler Do stepped closer and fastened the belt. Following that, a watch was added to his left wrist. Then, blocking Seo Yi-kyung as he tried to move, he meticulously attached a tie pin.
“I don’t think you need to go this far.”
“You must consider Director Han’s reputation as well.”
Eventually, Butler Do, who had been rejected several times, revealed his true thoughts. Seo Yi-kyung soon lowered his hands calmly. Butler Do draped the suit jacket over his arm.
“The car is waiting.”
Seo Yi-kyung looked down at the watch, which still felt awkward since he didn’t wear them often. The platinum watch sparkled with diamonds from every angle. The ring on his finger also boasted various colors of light.
Seo Yi-kyung stepped out into the garden. Butler Do tilted the umbrella close so his shoulders wouldn’t get wet. The two boarded the sedan.
Throughout the drive through the bustling streets, Seo Yi-kyung watched with vacant eyes the people hurrying along with umbrellas.
Before he knew it, it was evening and the surroundings had grown dim. The time to visit the art exhibition according to Han Seung-jae’s schedule was around sunset.
As they approached the destination, Seo Yi-kyung swallowed hard. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous.
“We are here.”
Butler Do ran to the other side and opened the door. As Seo Yi-kyung stepped out of the sedan, Butler Do, holding the umbrella, looked around.
At that moment, Seo Yi-kyung’s gaze fixed on one spot. As the rear door of a sedan with its red lights on opened, long legs appeared first. Polished derby shoes touched the rain-soaked ground. Secretary Park tilted the umbrella.
Stepping out of the car, Han Seung-jae looked back. The black suit draping over his broad shoulders was flawless.