It was the best Wooyeon could do. Before he could even get angry, Wooyeon thought he was going crazy at himself for feeling anxious. Even though the weapon-like penis had withdrawn, his mouth and throat still ached numbly. Not knowing what to do with the semen pooled in his mouth and the semen splattered on his face, Wooyeon just kept his mouth open and stayed still, looking at Jeonghan.
“If you swallow mine, I’ll forgive you.”
Jeonghan smiled gently again and pushed the semen on his lips into his mouth with his thumb. A bitter taste spread. Was it because of the heat cycle that he wanted to swallow this absurd thing?
“Swallow.”
Slowly, Wooyeon’s swollen lips closed. When his not-very-prominent Adam’s apple moved up and down, a benevolent-looking smile spread across Jeonghan’s face.
“Good job. You’re like an angel.”
Jeonghan pressed down on the plump, red lips, then said as he inserted his finger inside. The tongue touching the tip of his thumb was slippery.
* * *
Under the warm sunlight, long eyelashes twitched. Wooyeon’s profile as he slowly blinked was pitifully exhausted. His curled-up body was covered with soft white bedding. The soft sensation enveloping his whole body made him want to fall asleep again.
Only then did his narrowed vision widen, and the scenery of the room came into view. It wasn’t his semi-basement room.
“Ah…!”
Wooyeon, who had habitually thought of his part-time job, hurriedly tried to get up, then grimaced. His whole body hurt as if he’d been beaten, and especially the place too embarrassing to mention was terribly sore and painful.
At the numb sensation inside his throat, Wooyeon raised his hand and wrapped it around his neck. Fortunately, once he recognized that today was Sunday, the tension in Wooyeon’s body released.
Still lying back on the bed, Wooyeon looked around the room. Inside the bedroom, which was wider than his own studio apartment, Jeonghan’s pheromones still surged. Wooyeon felt intimidated by the luxurious furniture and interior that seemed like something from a drama. He slowly tried to sit up, but tears came at the tearing pain.
“Haa…”
Wooyeon raised his legs that didn’t move well like wooden blocks and buried his face in them. Regret rushed in like a tide, but it was already spilled water.
The sex that started at the entrance didn’t know how to stop even when they came to the bathroom or bedroom. Now tears came not because it hurt but because it was hopeless. The problem was that it wasn’t just Jeonghan making one-sided demands, but that he himself had also willingly responded at every moment.
“I’m crazy…”
It was scary. Even when his heat cycle came before, he had never clung to an alpha like that. When it couldn’t be suppressed even with copy drugs, he would stay alone in his studio apartment and settle it with masturbation, substituting an alpha’s body temperature with pheromone perfume. However, the lust he experienced yesterday wasn’t the kind that could be settled with such things.
The problem was having sex with Jeonghan in the first place. Wooyeon was afraid that from now on, he wouldn’t be able to get through his heat cycles the way he used to.
Wooyeon wiped his small face with both palms and raised his head. In the large mirror visible across from him, there was an omega with his face.
From his neck to his whole body, flowers bloomed in various colors with bite marks and bruises that Jeonghan had made. At the shame and sorrow that welled up, Wooyeon first wrapped the soft bedding around his naked body. Jeonghan was nowhere to be seen.
Still wrapped in the bedding, Wooyeon carefully came out of the bedroom. His thin calves were taking small steps beneath the bedding. His lower body still creaked.
He carefully looked around the house, but it was empty. Just how many square meters was a house like this? Wooyeon was purely amazed. He could feel the professional touch here and there in the modern interior. The furniture, lights, and mirrors that looked close to works of art captured Wooyeon’s gaze.
In front of the sofa in the spacious living room, Wooyeon’s steps stopped. His briefs, which he didn’t know when they’d come off his body, had fallen under the sofa.
“Haa…”
Wooyeon, who picked up the briefs with his index finger and thumb, let out a sigh. He didn’t have the confidence to put back on the briefs with dried semen and slick stuck to them. When he turned his head to look toward the entrance, he could see the shirt and slacks that had fallen in the corner.
He recalled yesterday’s memories. Jeonghan had torn off all the remaining buttons on the shirt, and the slacks probably weren’t in much better condition than the briefs. Wooyeon sighed again.
Wooyeon, barely holding just the edge of the briefs with his index finger and thumb, headed to the bathroom still holding them. When Wooyeon unavoidably put down the bedding he’d been wrapped in in front of the bathroom, his naked body was revealed.
He turned on the water in the sink and soaked the dried briefs in it. When he raised his head, he saw his upper body covered with messy stains in the sink mirror. Wooyeon’s face turned red in an instant. Fortunately, there was a spare bathrobe next to the bathroom. Perhaps because it was Jeonghan’s, the length was ridiculously long and the width was wide, but it wasn’t the time to be picky about such things.
Wooyeon took the bathrobe hanging on the hook and put it on his body. Through the open gap, the bruises on his still-white body were revealed. Wooyeon turned away from it as if there was nothing he could do.
How do I do laundry here? Wooyeon searched the bathroom shuffling around, but he couldn’t see any laundry products at all. Having no choice, he squeezed out shampoo from the bathroom and put it on the briefs. When the long sleeves kept sliding down, Wooyeon rolled up the sleeves again and put his weight into washing the small briefs. After rinsing with water and wringing them out hard with his powerless muscles, Wooyeon let out a sigh of relief again.
Then, from outside the bathroom, there was a sound of someone coming in. Wooyeon, holding the washed briefs in one hand, came out of the bathroom.
“Ah, Jeonghan…”
He called Jeonghan’s name, but the person standing at the entrance wasn’t Jeonghan. The flustered Wooyeon blinked.
The man who entered the villa was someone Wooyeon also knew. He approached Wooyeon with quick steps.
“You, you know me.”
Wooyeon couldn’t say anything. He, who had a similar height to Wooyeon and a similar face, smirked.
“Ha, Lee Yooha?”
It was Seoha. How long had it been since they faced each other like this, since they had a conversation like this?
Tears quickly filled Wooyeon’s big eyes. More than the feeling of bewilderment, the emotion of meeting a sibling he’d met after a long time was greater. Water dripped from the briefs Wooyeon was holding.
“…Seoha-ya.”
The voice calling his sibling’s name was deeply choked as if his throat was blocked. He couldn’t tell if it was the aftereffects of yesterday’s fellatio or because of the emotions welling up.
Seoha’s eyes looked like carved ice. His cold eyes slowly scanned from Wooyeon’s head to his toes. Even if he made a cold face, Wooyeon could understand. Because he was the one who took their mother away from him.
“Seoha-ya!”
It was in an instant that Seoha reached out and pulled down one side of the bathrobe Wooyeon was wearing. Seoha lifted up Wooyeon, who was trying to sit down while clutching the robe. With the robe pulled down below his shoulder, one of Wooyeon’s shoulders and his chest were revealed.
“You, did you sleep with Kwon Jeonghan?”
Ha. Seoha exhaled as if in disbelief.
“I’m asking if you slept with Kwon Jeonghan! Fuck, don’t you have a mouth?”
“Ah!”
Seoha shook Wooyeon’s body while holding one side of the bathrobe. To anyone’s eyes, it was a body with clear traces of sex. When Wooyeon didn’t answer, Seoha immediately struck Wooyeon’s cheek.
“Agh!”
Wooyeon collapsed to the floor. He didn’t understand what was happening at all. However, suddenly, the scene of Seoha and Jeonghan smiling and having a conversation at the Night of Sponsorship came to mind. What kind of relationship were the two? When Wooyeon couldn’t get up from the floor, Seoha stepped on Wooyeon’s cheek with his foot to make him look at him.
“After appearing after so long, what you do is sleep with Kwon Jeonghan?”
Tears leaked from beside Wooyeon’s long eye corners. When force was applied to the foot stepping on his cheek, a groan inevitably flowed out.
“You fucking bastard… you’re no help to my life.”
Seoha’s foot moved from Wooyeon’s cheek to the nape of his neck. His breath was blocked by the pressing force. Around the time he thought he might lose consciousness, Seoha removed the foot that had been pressing down on Wooyeon’s neck. Wooyeon turned his body and coughed while holding his neck.
“Don’t get cocky just because you slept with Kwon Jeonghan once.”
“Ah, huk…”
Wooyeon’s tears pattered down onto the floor.
“You still don’t get it?”
Seoha grabbed Wooyeon’s hair and lifted him to make eye contact with himself. When they faced each other with similar-looking faces, goosebumps rose for some reason. Again, the image of Jeonghan smiling when he was with Seoha came to mind.
Similar faces, and sex twice.
“You’re my substitute.”
The tears hanging on his lower eyelashes fell down pitifully. His wet cheeks were still numbly swollen. The creepily pretty face that resembled Wooyeon coldly sneered at Wooyeon.
“Even if you’re cheap, you’re an omega.”
As Seoha said that, one end of his lips slowly rose upward. Wooyeon couldn’t give any answer and could only look at the face in front of him that resembled himself.
Kwon Jeonghan taking interest in him, constantly trying to kiss him and having sex… everything seemed to be explained.
At the pain like a knife stabbing his heart, Wooyeon could do nothing but cry. He felt like he’d go crazy with shame for having deluded himself, even a little, that maybe Jeonghan liked him.
