1.2 Beneath the Bark of the Evergreen (3)
There were several reasons why he had pretended to be from Iljang Trading when he first entered the village. First was the need for the villagers’ easy cooperation, and second, it was to confuse the Iljang Trading lackeys who would eventually swarm the place. But above all, the biggest reason was the ghost’s remark that it would be “fun.” Recalling that absurd moment, Yoo Jeong-ham swallowed a sigh.
“I mean, so, I just… just said I’d go…’s not a lie…”
Before Yoo Jeong-ham’s eyes, Im Gyun-il was offering a tearful excuse in a complete mess of a pronunciation. His mouth was filled with so much blood that it surged out in gulps every time he spoke. Where did it go wrong? He couldn’t even tell. All he had done was transport the guy, beat him a few times to get some gemstones, and then sell him to some suitable fellow near the house because it didn’t seem profitable.
“I know I got played…”
He had essentially sprayed expensive fuel into the air without making a single cent, and he hadn’t even received the money Geum Seoul supposedly had. One of his eyes was so swollen that his vision had completely blacked out. Even in a mind not yet sober, Im Gyun-il appealed to Yoo Jeong-ham, who stood right in front of him, showing just how much pain he was in.
“Ugh, fuck, this is uncomfortable to listen to.”
However, the response came from the man leaning against the back wall, lighting the end of a short cigarette. An unrealistic appearance. At the light tone of voice, Im Gyun-il’s shoulders stiffened with a flinch.
Honestly, having drifted from house to house, he was used to violence. Being hit and trampled was something that happened occasionally. The reason he had been able Read on Read BL Novelsto get around with all four limbs intact, including his right hand, was precisely because he had avoided guys like that.
A psycho like that was a fucking dangerous bastard. Earlier, in response to the threat that his skin would be peeled off the moment his forehead left the thigh, he had spent a long time in the car with his body hunched low. This place was where they arrived, and the one who began the interrogation wasn’t that yaksha bastard, but the sensible-looking man in front of him. It wasn’t as if he had kept his mouth shut, either. He opened up as soon as he took a couple of hits to the face.
‘It will be problematic if you cannot answer the questions I ask from now on.’
‘Tell me anything! I’ll tell you everything. Everything!’
Im Gyun-il had started talking immediately. But. He was clearly complying obediently, yet that bastard—who had been making clicking sounds in the back while wearing black latex gloves on both hands—suddenly stepped forward.
‘Hi, small fry?’
It was a refreshing first greeting. It was absurd how he shamelessly asked if he’d told the story well. After seeing him get beaten until his eyes nearly burst! But what he said next was even more appalling.
‘Until now, it was a conversation. From now on, it’s a procedure.’
And then, he immediately grabbed the front teeth.
‘If it hurts, raise your left hand.’
Despite having both hands tied, he held the jaw and snapped the front teeth one by one with those words, forcing Im Gyun-il to wail for God the Father while tears streamed down his face.
“That’s why I told you to raise your hand.”
The fact that he said that while he was the one who had tied them up proved he was no ordinary lunatic. Im Gyun-il had already told him everything; he couldn’t understand what the man wanted. If there had been something clearly hidden, he would have resolutely offered his neck without regret, but even though he had spilled everything at a rap-like speed the moment a single front tooth fell out, the man had broken a total of eight upper and lower teeth, asking, ‘Anything else?’, ‘Even so?’, ‘How about this?’, ‘Eh. This one?’
In an instant, Im Gyun-il’s mouth had become a state where his tongue could flick out through the gaps even if he clamped his lips shut, leaving him with no choice but to scream through his tears. However, that struggle was put on pause before the man’s movements. After the man had neatly lined up eight live teeth on the table for all to see and then washed his gloved hands by pouring water from a bottle over his crown, Im Gyun-il had already tasted the limit of terror.
“I… I told you everything… please…”
Even in a situation that felt like a gruesome comedy with blood pouring out, Guichang remained pristine, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke before looking down.
“Hmm. Should I believe you?”
“Yes… please…”
“Or should I not?”
“It’s unfair…”
“Believe you?”
“Yeees… sob.”
“Or not?”
While he stood askew, tossing around word games, Im Gyun-il struggled just to spit out the clumps of blood surging from the eight holes in his mouth. He wondered if he was going to die. To survive, should he open his mouth or keep it shut? Should he swallow the blood or spit it out? His instinct told him that he must first beg for mercy from the man in front of him before he could move to the next step.
The man who had punched him in the face as soon as visit [unauthorized copy]our sitethey arrived was actually better. That man didn’t stolen contentseem like he would pull teeth so indiscriminately. He at least seemed to have a purpose in the information being spat out, but this guy…
“I don’t know.”
The man made a light sound as if pondering a holiday schedule, tossed the cigarette, and approached with a cheerful stride. Im Gyun-il trembled, shaking the hands tied to the armrests of the chair, but the man stood right in front of his face without hesitation.
“Gasp.”
Im Gyun-il gasped again, his face drenched in water, tears, and blood. The man swept the teeth neatly arranged on the table into his palm. Then, he grabbed Im Gyun-il’s jaw again and dumped them back into the blood-stained mouth.
“Hey. There’s something I’m fucking curious about.”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
“Earlier.”
Im Gyun-il had to keep his teeth in his mouth, unable to spit them out due to the grip that blocked his mouth with immense [Read on Read BL Novels]Read on Read BL Novels -->strength. Saliva and blood quickly pooled, filling his mouth. Even as tears streamed down, the man continued speaking.
“Why did you release pheromones?”
A face drawn close. His half-lidded, languid eyes clearly had a focus, yet they didn’t. Im Gyun-il trembled, his vision blurred by tears, as if he didn’t understand what was being said.
“To fuck Geum Seoul?”
At the sudden change of topic, Yoo Jeong-ham, who had been standing a step back, glanced at his superior, but he couldn’t let his surprise show.
“Mmmph!”
“Mouth. Mouth. Your teeth will fall out.”
People like Im Gyun-il were naturally loose-lipped. One couldn’t expect proper reasoning from a mind obsessed with alcohol and gambling, but they did comply with violence. Since they lacked the conviction to dwell on anything for long, they were the type to string together information like sausages just to survive if pinched even slightly.
In fact, he had already said everything. As soon as Yoo Jeong-ham hit him once in the eye, Im Gyun-il confessed that he had hit a jackpot at a house just before entering this village. The story was that he blew all the remaining money, met Lee Hee-jung on the way into [Read on Read BL Novels]Read on Read BL Novels -->the village, gave him a ride after agreeing to be paid, but since Lee Hee-jung told him to wait as there was no cash on hand, he beat him up and sold him.
On top of that, he diligently added detailed stories, such as ‘He said I had to come back to Geum Seoul,’ and ‘So I thought he had something, and I came back to the house where the two of them were supposed to meet.’
To the question of why he had given a ride that far without an advance payment, trusting Lee Hee-jung, he even added that he thought Lee Hee-jung was a Jewel Omega, so he intended to sell him if things went south, completing the causality and narrative of all his actions. Which meant he was now a useless husk.
“If you keep them held in like this until I come back, I’ll let you live. Got it?”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
“But if you spit out even one, I’ll pull out twice as many.”
But why was our Deputy Manager so pissed off? After removing his hand from Im Gyun-il’s mouth—who was nodding desperately—he grabbed the doorknob as if to leave the room.
“Sss, but.”
He stopped in his tracks, acting as if he had suddenly forgotten something. Yoo Jeong-ham knew. A man whose nerves were that frayed would not leave the place after doing only this much. The fact that he visit our sitehadn’t taken off the black gloves meant he still planned to show him something unsightly.
Guichang, holding the doorknob, tilted his head back halfway. He didn’t turn his shoulder, but just tilted the back of his head diagonally; that angle, where his face wasn’t fully visible, looked playful yet was so terrifyingly dreadful that Im Gyun-il leaked a bit of urine.
“I fucking didn’t get an answer, did I?”
“Mmmph!”
Slide.
Guichang, who had remained still regardless of whether the man was screaming with his mouth shut, straightened his head and let go of the doorknob. Thump. The spring inside the doorknob made a bouncing sound as it functioned, and it sounded so much like the Grim Reaper falling to earth that Im Gyun-il’s eyes nearly rolled back.
“You tried to fuck Geum Seoul, didn’t you? Right?”
“Mmm! Mmm-mmm!”
“He did. He tried to fuck him. Tried to take his ass.”
Im Gyun-il’s eyes widened as if they would pop out. He was trying to say how he was supposed to answer with his mouth full of things, but the man was staring at him as if he would pull out his eyeballs instead of teeth if he didn’t answer immediately. Standing at the crossroads of spitting them out or answering, Im Gyun-il eventually…
Gulp. Gulp.
His blood-stained Adam’s apple bobbed up and down several times. Ugh. At that point, even Yoo Jeong-ham frowned slightly.
“N-no… it’s n-not… I didn’t…”
Perhaps because he had rolled around in houses, he seemed to know that there was only one correct answer. No matter what his true intention was, the answer had to be ‘no.’ Of course, Guichang’s conclusion was also singular.
Step. Step.
He came back. For a moment, Im Gyun-il thought he might be a ghost coming to devour his entire body and soul. The fear was far greater than the terrible pain.
Screech.
“Ah, open up.”
A tall height and a thick ribcage. A body that radiated intimidation just by looking at it bent down. Im Gyun-il trembled so much that his chair made a sliding sound. Guichang, with his waist slightly bent, peered deep into Im Gyun-il’s empty mouth.
“Ah… ah…”
Ugh. He swallowed them all. A face of disgust.
“You have a strong stomach.”
“Hmph, ugh.”
Then, he smiled beautifully.
“Then let’s see if we can swallow ten.”
“Ugh, g-gh! Ugh…”
“It’s not forced.”
I’m not forcing you. Guichang acted hypocritically.
“If you don’t want to swallow, stand up and spin ten times like an elephant.”
“Ugh!”
“Now, start.”
A cheerful voice tangled with screams. It wasn’t something to ask of a tied-up person in the first place. But the most terrible part was that Guichang’s face, smiling as if satisfied with his own joke, still looked radiant.
Screeech.
Seeing Im Gyun-il’s jaw, which had been gaping, be grabbed once more, Yoo Jeong-ham quietly stood up. There was nothing he could do here. Looking at the situation, it was obvious that the boss intended to scrub Im Gyun-il clean in some way, and his turn would not come.
As he closed the door, he heard a joyful voice from behind, laughing and saying, ‘Wow, are you really going to stand up? Then while you’re at it, sing a song too.’ But that was clearly “pissed-off mode.” Yoo Jeong-ham would have bet his entire fortune on it.
Click.
Yoo Jeong-ham, who opened the door very quietly, stepped up the basement stairs while receiving short greetings from the team members guarding the door. The screams following from behind were abruptly cut off as soon as he reached the first floor. Choi Da-ol, one of the team members, stuck close to him.
“What is it? Is the Deputy Manager doing it himself?”
“Yeah.”
“Why on earth, no way.”
“1-Pin triggered.”
“Ah! Why!”
It was a kind of emergency alert code that circulated quietly within the main office. It was a standard for how pissed off that ghost was, ranging from 1-Pin to 3-Pin, and the metaphor was the number of grenades. It was about the scale of the explosion.
A 1-Pin usually resulted in about five victims. Recently, 1-Pins were issued very occasionally mainly because of that man, No Pil-gyu; in those cases, one had to lay low invisibly and avoid doing things he hated. While his temperament was never gentle to begin with, usually he would just glare instead of swearing, but during these times, one had to be absolutely careful. Especially if a mistake was made at work, that day was no different from hell.
By normal calculation, a 2-Pin should have ten sacrificial lambs, but unfortunately, it jumped to twenty-five, which is 1-Pin squared. Once it reached this point, it was impossible to handle internally, and a ‘reasonable sacrifice’ was absolutely necessary to appease his anger. When the timing was right, the captured suspects served as excellent targets. After running wild like a mad dog once, he would return to somewhere between 1-Pin and half-a-Pin.
Finally, 3-Pin was not 1-Pin cubed, but 2-Pin cubed. That meant over ten thousand people were needed, which was practically a war, but Da-ol had not seen that side since being assigned to this team.
Yoo Jeong-ham, who had been by his side since he clawed his way up from the bottom, said he had seen it exactly once. However, as if they had conspired, not a single team member asked what event triggered it or how it was resolved. Words have power, and the more you bring something up, the closer it gets. No one truly wanted to witness that.
“No, how… isn’t he just a gambler? Is he that stubborn?”
Yoo Jeong-ham trailed off, saying, ‘That’s not it…’ Part of visit our siteour site -->our site -->the reason for the ghost’s soaring irritation was likely the fault of the team members who had dismissed Im Gyun-il as a suspect from the start.
It was unfair. Im Gyun-il’s empty back seat had been clearly captured. Moreover, the number of liquor bottles placed there wasn’t different; it was exactly the same, and no one else but him could have pointed out that this bastard was suspicious for that reason. The area where the cameras were installed wasn’t just for that village, but a section combining the back neighborhood, the side neighborhood, and the lower neighborhood, and since it was a high-crime area, all sorts of suspicious cars came and went. If they had flagged it as strange based only on that, they would probably still be watching the beginning of the recordings.
Da-ol, who had stared at over twenty camera records frame by frame for days until his eyes fell out, complained.
“Sigh… my shins are going to get kicked, right? I mean, looking at that bastard Im Gyun-il, he’s the type to suddenly come and suddenly go anyway!”
He probably knew it was a matter of intuition, not intelligence. Of course, Yoo Jeong-ham also possessed that kind of intuition to some extent.
“Where is Geum Seoul?”
“I sent him to the Deputy Manager’s quarters as you instructed…”
Yoo Jeong-ham patted the back of the man who replied gloomily, as if he were the next in line after Im Gyun-il in the basement. In any case, they had almost missed an important suspect, so they would likely get cursed at once. Words like ‘It’ll be okay’ were useless. It was more realistic to tell him to just wait for the Deputy Manager to finish venting his temper down there for a long, long time.
His gaze flickered once to the window, then once to the basement.
But what if. If the cause of that 1-Pin—the decision to hold onto Im Gyun-il, who had already given up all his information, and crush his limbs one by one—was because of Geum Seoul? That was Yoo Jeong-ham’s intuition.
“…Choi Da-ol. When you took Geum Seoul, did you smell any pheromones?”
“Hmm, no? I didn’t smell much. I mean, if they take their injections properly, they don’t smell, right?”
“Hmm…”
Once, Guichang had told him to ‘describe Geum Seoul’s pheromone scent.’ Since then, every time Geum Seoul came close, he had diligently sniffed, widening his nostrils, but other than a vague ‘Omega feeling’ in the instinctive realm that he couldn’t describe, he had never smelled a distinct scent.
While an ordinary Omega would release an overwhelming amount of pheromones in poor or stressful situations, Geum Seoul didn’t release any scent even when he was almost hit by a broken glass bottle from Im Gyun-il earlier.
No matter how recessive he was… was he not an Omega? But then again, he clearly shed tears, and the gemstone conversion had even been tested. Did he get a good injection? From such a poor, abandoned village?
‘He said I had to come back to Geum Seoul.’
Furthermore, why would Lee Hee-jung have said that to Im Gyun-il? That dawn, what did Lee Hee-jung hand over to Geum Seoul? But to vaguely say that Geum Seoul held the key…
“Lee Hee-jung, who knows how the murky underworld works, gave that ledger to someone who had never seen it before?”
That was almost impossible. Lee Hee-jung was as calculating as Gwak Chun-young. In any case, Lee Hee-jung had fled long ago, and they had caught Im Gyun-il, who had helped him. Since they had started tracking the man near the house who supposedly bought Lee Hee-jung, they would probably catch him soon. He had to hope the clues would unravel. Yoo Jeong-ham rubbed the nape of his neck, shaking off the confusion in his head.
Whirrrrr.
The sound of the air conditioner sliced through the air, pouring out a cool breeze, and Geum Seoul, shivering slightly, sat on the sofa and wiggled his toes.
‘You can just rest here.’
That was what the person who brought him here had said a while ago. He did as he was told, but had he made a mistake? Or was something wrong? While left alone for over an hour without any explanation, inaccurate guesses floated in his mind, fueling his anxiety.
‘So I beat the shit out of him. What else was I supposed to do? He has to sell [visit our site]a gemstone or something.’
Tap. Tap.
Unaware that the skin on the tip of his thumb had worn away and turned red with pooled blood, Seoul remained immersed in the thoughts that held him captive in the same spot for a long while. He has to sell a gemstone or something. That was what he heard constantly whenever he lived in that building. After all, it’s useful. Even if you have no money, you can just sell it. A useful body. Useful eyes.
Click.
Only then did he bolt upright from where he had been sitting. He worried for a moment about what would happen if a stranger walked in, but the person who appeared in the hallway leading to the entrance was a familiar face. Since it was where he was staying, it was only natural, yet his still-unstable insides shuddered with fear.
“Uh, excuse me.”
“Are you Recessive? No, you aren’t.”
Before Geum Seoul could ask anything, Guichang’s question dropped abruptly. Seoul’s lips parted for a moment and then closed again. Guichang felt a flicker of annoyance waiting for him to hesitate, unable to clearly state an answer that already existed.
“…Well.”
“What. Is your throat so stuck that you can’t even state your secondary gender?”
Having just come from the basement smelling of blood, Guichang’s frayed nerves were acting up, causing him to lash out at the wrong target. He knew it was a question with no particular reason to ask, and that the first thing he should have asked was something like, ‘What did you get out of Lee Hee-jung?’ However, what Guichang was most curious about right now was Geum Seoul’s true identity.
When he had checked the documents regarding the people of that neighborhood previously, there was only a small Omega sign drawn lonely beside Geum Seoul’s name. But Guichang’s intuition kept scratching at a doubt.
Im Gyun-il was an Alpha, and he had intentionally released pheromones in front of Geum Seoul. If he were a Common Omega, pheromones would have been released by then, mixing with that disgusting scent, but Geum Seoul had only struggled to breathe until Guichang arrived, without leaking any significant pheromones.
That didn’t mean he could be certain he was Recessive. As soon as Guichang entered that neighborhood for the first time, he had naturally recognized Geum Seoul’s pheromones. Of course, they were very faint, but that meant they spread widely because they were subtle. Moreover, looking at his appearance, there was no way he could be Recessive. While there was no clear causal link or statistic stating that the higher the value, the more beautiful one is, Geum Seoul’s natural base didn’t need such comparisons. Even if one looked down from a descending helicopter, it was obvious he was extraordinary.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never had a test.”
“…….”
Guichang almost pressed him again but fell silent. If you were born in a hospital, you’d know immediately, and health centers provided free tests. [stolen unauthorized copycontent]unauthorized copyEven if one lacked the means to visit, a trait examination didn’t require anything grand. Some school infirmaries even did them for students in need, and pharmacies sold kits.
Then why? What kind of wretched fate do you have that you don’t even know your own secondary gender? Guichang’s gaze landed on the red marks on the fingertips. The tips were so cracked and dry that he wondered if there were even any fingerprints left.
He had acted as if he would devour him the moment he returned home, but in truth, he had shown Geum Seoul more tolerance than necessary. At first, it was because he was in a good mood. Then, because he was the type for whom such a facade worked well. Because he found it fascinating how hard the boy lived. Because his pheromones scratched at something. Because he saw him risking his life for a mere errand fee, standing under the scorching sun. Because he had a face that didn’t belong stuck in a place like that. And now.
“Bring the trait examination kit.”
“Huh?”
Geum Seoul flinched, his shoulders hunching. He thought the words were directed at him, but then he heard a response from somewhere near the other man’s shoulder: “Yes, Deputy Director.” Confused, he rolled his round eyes and continued to rub his nails.
Geum Seoul had been afraid of Guichang from the start. It was a separate issue from the fact that he had never seen such a handsome person before; while the man’s voice was wonderful and he occasionally smiled so beautifully it was mesmerizing, there was something inherently frightening about him. But today, with his aura so sharp, Seoul felt like a naked man, unable to even stretch his limbs, shrinking back with his eyes cast down. It was the habit of reading the room he had developed while surviving on “eye-meal” in that neighborhood.
Hearing a faint sigh from somewhere above his head, Geum Seoul trembled again. He had already concluded from the man’s sharp footsteps that he must have done something wrong, and now his throat went dry and his knees shook at the thought that he might be hit.
With Park Gil-pyeong, if he crawled and begged immediately after being hit once, the man tended to cool down quickly. So, even when it didn’t hurt much, Seoul would pretend to be in pain and roll around on the floor. [visit visit [unauthorized copy]our siteour site]But he felt that such tactics wouldn’t work at all with this man.
“Sit. If I intended to beat you, I wouldn’t have left your limbs intact.”
“…….”
Only then did those brown eyes drift upward, though they failed to meet Guichang’s gaze and dropped back down. He sat on the sofa as if following an order, but even then, he only perched the edge of his buttocks on the leather, keeping his back stiffly straight.
Seeing him so tense, Guichang narrowed one eye as if squinting and let out a snort. He hadn’t even said anything particularly mean. He had simply pressed for an answer according to his mood, yet the boy curled up and hid as if he were a hermit crab.
“Look up.”
At those words, Geum Seoul, who had been shivering, half-raised his chin. He really does listen well, just like a kid who does errands. The irritability that had been surging up to Guichang’s throat just moments ago melted away in a strange, thick way. Screech. At the loud noise, Geum Seoul jumped again, blinking his eyes. However, it was merely the sound of the man pulling the table in front of the sofa closer. The heavy table, made of large black stone, slid along as if it were a piece of plastic. Guichang perched on the edge of it, facing Geum Seoul, while touching a palm-sized tablet on the table.
“I’ll test you today, so take it.”
“Yes….”
Press.
“…….”
Again, Geum Seoul was startled. This time, the reason was quite valid. As if showing his nervousness, Guichang’s knee pushed into the gap between Seoul’s tightly pressed thighs. The brown gaze that had been averted suddenly snapped up to meet the pitch-black eyes, but Guichang remained expressionless, tapping the small screen.
With this, Geum Seoul fell into even greater confusion. Why? Why did he sit like this? Is this the only way the test can be done? He worried if his T-shirt was fluttering from how hard his heart was beating. Should I… open my knees more? However, since Guichang’s other thigh was now pressing against the outside of one of his knees, resulting in them sitting overlapped, Geum Seoul could do nothing but break into a cold sweat.
Tap.
“Stay still. I’m going to take this off.”
“Ah.”
As Guichang set the small device to the right and told him to ‘stay still,’ Geum Seoul did exactly that. Not knowing what was about to happen, he kept his hands Read [Read on Read BL Novels]copy" style="display:none;" aria-label="unauthorized copy">unauthorized copyon Read BL Novelsclenched in fists, resting them neatly on his thighs.
“…….”
He seemed so nervous that he didn’t even realize his right fist was resting on Guichang’s knee instead of his own. Guichang couldn’t hold it back and let out a low laugh. At the sigh-like sound, the brown eyes rolled again, clueless. But instead of explaining, Guichang reached out and touched Geum Seoul’s nose. Only then did Geum Seoul realize that ‘this’ referred to the makeup.
“What is this? Adhesive?”
“…Yes.”
The crude imitation of skin was only a piece pressing down on the bridge of the nose, so it didn’t look particularly heavy, but the skin was definitely red once it was removed. Like a child whose nose had swollen from throwing a tantrum and crying. A beautiful. Child.
“Mouth.”
“…….”
Blink, blink. After hesitating for a moment, Seoul opened his mouth very slightly. Guichang slid two long fingers in, parting the soft lips to touch the fake braces attached deep to the gums. The thin shoulders flinched again. The lower joints of the index and middle fingers pressed slightly against the tongue.
Despite this, Guichang’s pitch-black gaze clung obsessively to Geum Seoul’s parted lips. A vivid crimson. The tongue was small and soft, and the teeth, now freed from the fake braces, were white and straight. Not a single thing was twisted or improperly formed. He stayed still when told to stay still, and he opened his mouth obediently when told to do so. This makeup must have been a stubborn habit since childhood, but why? Had he ever done anything to earn Geum Seoul’s trust? Or was he just scared.
“Your hand….”
Geum Seoul made a small sound, his expression clearly showing he didn’t know what to do. Only then did Guichang realize that even after removing the fake braces, he was still pressing down on the soft tongue with his fingertips. When he withdrew the hand he didn’t particularly want to remove, a long silver thread stretched from the fingertip. Seoul, flushed red like a ripe jelly, quickly wiped his lips with the back of his hand in embarrassment, but nothing clung to the white skin of his hand. Guichang’s gaze was suggestive.
Static.
At the sound coming from near the shoulder, Geum Seoul jumped like a rabbit. Wondering how long he was going to keep being startled, Guichang removed the small, round device clipped inside his collar and placed it on the armrest of the sofa. The boy’s gaze landed on the ultra-small radio called a ‘Pinburg’ with curiosity, as if it were a novelty.
“The kit is her….”
Just then, the voice of Yoo Jeong-ham, who was entering the living room, evaporated mid-sentence. The reason was obvious. When Guichang glanced back and held out his hand, Yoo Jeong-ham, who had been staring blankly at Geum Seoul like an idiot, handed over the small box.
“You want to fuck around?”
“Huh? Ah.”
The voice dropped coldly. Yoo Jeong-ham realized he hadn’t held the box in the man’s palm, but in the air about ten centimeters away. Hurriedly averting his gaze, he placed it properly in the hand.
Nevertheless, a cold gaze swept over him lightly from top to bottom. It was a signal to get lost. Though he turned away, fearing the hand that had been plucking out someone’s teeth just a moment ago, Yoo Jeong-ham peeked back one last time before opening the door and leaving. He smacked his forehead as he realized why his ghost-like boss was strangely soft on Geum Seoul. His intuition from earlier had been correct.
Slide.
Even while someone was floundering, unable to take their eyes off him, Geum Seoul was only staring at the white box in Guichang’s hand. He had said he’d never done it before, so he was either too curious to distinguish, or his guard had dropped toward others because he had shown his bare face to this man. A slight intensity entered Guichang’s eyes.
Tear.
He lightly tore open the sealed box and took out a thumb-sized plastic kit along with a long white cotton swab. He had been restless just because their thighs touched earlier, but he seemed to have adapted already, as his upper body leaned forward. Guichang pressed his thumb slightly against the chin below the lower lip. It was a signal to open his mouth.
Again, the high-saturation, plump lips parted obediently. As if telling him not to close them, this time he touched the lower teeth and lower lip. Even so, the mouth was still small, but it was enough to stir with a cotton Read on Read BL Novelsswab. Guichang gripped the long handle of the swab and lightly rubbed the red inner mucosa of the mouth with the white cotton.
“Mmm….”
It was a sound Geum Seoul made. This wasn’t something scary, nor was it a great stimulus. It was literally just the act of rubbing the inside of the mouth a couple of times, but perhaps because he was frightened, he closed his eyes slightly and made a ‘mng’ sound as if it were uncomfortable.
“…….”
This fucking thing is seducing me. Guichang was certain that if he had seen Geum Seoul for the first time right now, he would have thought exactly that without hesitation. That some whore was acting erotic on purpose because he wanted something. That it was a weapon too excellent and perfect to be used as a means to avoid hardship by rolling his body.
However, the brown eyes, devoid of any intention, were truly just docile. The swab had already stopped after a few swipes, yet he didn’t close his mouth, just blinking while keeping his red lips obediently parted.
Guichang let out a long breath. The cock pressed against one thigh had already swollen as if it were about to burst, the cotton swab had long been forgotten, and he was currently pressing his thumb into the lips until they were nearly bruised.
“Excuse me….”
“What now.”
The face of Seoul, who had been yielding his lips so compliantly, was red. His ears were red, his nose, the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks were all red. Do nipples and belly buttons ripen like this too? The cock is this soft, and the back hole too.
“…I think, this is, pheromones.”
Guichang, who had already been stripping Geum Seoul naked in his head despite the boy still being dressed, finally gathered the remnants of his reason. The Geum Seoul right beside him was breathing heavily, his long eyelashes drooping and his eyes half-lidded.
Guichang, who had smirked even with a gun to his head, frowned in a rare display of emotion. It was true that pheromones were leaking. Because he had become aroused by looking at Geum Seoul. The problem was that this was a rare occurrence for him.
“…….”
Was the dosage of medication insufficient? As soon as he pulled his body away, Geum Seoul quickly curled up on the sofa, pulling his thighs up. Like a panting puppy, he covered his bright red face with his hands and pressed his forehead against his raised knees, acting as if he were hiding from the pheromones. It didn’t help calm Guichang’s erection in the slightest, but it was the greatest escape Geum Seoul could manage right now.
Guichang’s masseter muscle tightened and then relaxed. Swallowing the pheromones, he pressed the swab into the thin slot of the kit.
Beep.
It took less than five seconds for the result.
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A green band indicating that the pheromones were stable. Above it, there were no markings for Recessive or Dominant, such as plus or minus. Geum Seoul was simply a Common Omega. Just as written in the report.
However, there was still something Guichang couldn’t understand. He was a Dominant Alpha. He didn’t easily react to the pheromones of most Omegas; rather, it was natural for the Heat of a nearby Common Omega to accelerate.
Yet, even after smelling his pheromones, Geum Seoul was only leaking a faint amount of pheromones, the same as usual. Of course, he was panting heavily now, but that was all; there was no returning reflex. He had been even more tightly locked down in front of Im Gyun-il, and it was the same now.
It was an Omega’s instinct to release their scent automatically in dangerous situations or in front of an Alpha who intentionally released pheromones, even if they didn’t want to. These days, even if they took the mandatory injections and swallowed medication diligently, visit our sitestyle="position:relative;display:inline;">[unauthorized copy]spreading their scent to some extent in the face of survival instincts was a reaction directly linked to survival. Of course, exceptions existed. In the case of a Dominant Omega who was far superior to an average Alpha.
“…….”
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But it wasn’t that either.
Clack.
After staring at the mark for a long while, Guichang set the kit down. A scent so faint it was almost imperceptible was a Recessive trait. Not reacting easily even to a Common Alpha’s pheromones was a Dominant trait. Geum Seoul possessed both.
Knowing he shouldn’t just pick up and eat anything just [stolen content]because he was horny, Guichang was currently drooling while looking at the prey placed right before his eyes.
“Geum Seoul.”
He spoke in a low voice and took a step forward. The nape of the boy, who was curled up like a small animal and taking deep breaths in the corner of the sofa, was white. If he grabbed him by the hair and pulled, the pale cheek would be at a height where it would touch his crotch. He imagined rubbing his cock against that flesh, which he felt he could touch for hours, and then shoving it into the gap of those red lips from earlier. The mouth was so small it wouldn’t even take half. Guichang’s mind was already sorting through obscene positions.
“…….”
Perhaps because he consciously withdrew his pheromones, Geum Seoul, who had hesitated for a moment, lifted his head from his knees. Under the red eyes. The curve above the round eyes looked up at him. It was a devastatingly gorgeous face. Why had something like this lived hidden here for twenty years? Guichang reached out a long index finger and gently brushed away the taupe-colored hair that was cluttering Geum Seoul’s vision.
“You were gagging in front of that bastard earlier.”
As if he didn’t understand what that meant, Seoul looked up with slightly wet eyes. While thinking that he wanted to press and rub the tip of his cock against those eyelashes or the neatly aligned eyebrows, he spat out the main point.
“But you like my pheromones so much that your back is getting wet?”
The wet, clumped brown eyelashes trembled and rose. When his face became surprised, his round eyes [visit our site]style="position:absolute;left:-9999px;font-size:0;">[stolen content]drew a slightly deeper curve, even unintentionally.
Geum Seoul gulped down the clear saliva pooling in his mouth from surprise. He knew what it meant for the back to be wet. When an Omega was ready to have sex with an Alpha. No, it wasn’t like that, it wasn’t, Geum Seoul quickly shook his head.
“It’s… not like that.”
“Then. Why aren’t you gagging now?”
“…….”
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