“Pl-please stop now, it’s, it’s too hard, hng…!”
His cock had been milked several times. The rough sex continued, and continued endlessly. Unlike Woonghee who had gone completely limp, the cock shoved in his hole was still rock hard and erect.
That made sense, since while Woonghee had dripped precum three times, the man had only ejaculated once at most.
“Want me to cum?”
That’s why he was grinning so cruelly, his lips stretched wide. Exactly like a devil holding an apple and enticing Woonghee.
“Anyway, I….”
Woonghee panted. The white skin caught in the man’s grasp was flushed red like ripe fruit flesh where bright red blood had rushed. Every time a moan flowed through his swollen, burst lips, it seemed like crushed apple flesh dripped down.
“I can’t get pregnant….”
It had already been numerous times. The man had cum inside him over and over. Even a single ejaculation from an alpha drastically increased the probability of pregnancy.
Because they were species that had evolved that way.
But the man had shot his semen into Woonghee several times in one night. He’d cum until it overflowed, flowing thickly.
Yet he still hadn’t gotten pregnant. It must be because he was an omega in name only. Even in this, he was a broken defective product.
“I, huk, hah, ugh, I, I can’t get pregnant.”
Every time the man thrust into Woonghee with fierce hip movements, Woonghee spat out broken moans. High-pitched moans cut short as if diced.
“That can’t be.”
It was a hum like mockery. But he had no strength to get angry at all. It felt as if the man had chewed up his flesh and bones—crunch crunch. While he hung limply like that.
“Hng….”
Suddenly the cock that had been filling Woonghee’s hole was pulled out—slide. The man pressed down firmly on the trembling Woonghee with his palm, then tapped the hole repeatedly with his thick glans—thud thud.
“When you’re this wet inside?”
With the entrance already heated up and swollen, it seemed like he’d plunge in at any moment. As if to confirm just how soaking wet it was. Woonghee moaned, his pure white thighs twitching.
“Ah, haah…!”
Each time—splash splash, water sprayed in all directions. The soaked sheets sank damply.
“When you’re this wet inside, how can you not get pregnant?”
Saying it made no sense for Lee Woonghee-ssi, who melted limply just from alpha semen, to be a half-omega, the man slammed his cock in—thud. It was shoved deep inside all at once like that.
“I, I’m going to become a beta…!”
“Ugh, hng, ugh…!” It felt like his tailbone was being crushed.
“Yeah, go ahead, hah, try your best.”
As if mocking such Woonghee, the man came wetly inside his hole. So much that it sloshed and flowed down the pillar blocking the hole. Then, as if satisfied, he even pressed down firmly on his navel. As if pressing and wringing out laundry.
“Why are you closing your eyes, Woonghee-ssi…. Is it hard?”
Woonghee’s eyes snapped open as if his eyeballs would pop out. He met that wickedly smiling face.
“It’s just the beginning.”
It was the start of such terrible lovemaking. He couldn’t even count how many times they’d done it.
Ha, ngh, hah…!
It was a passionate night where he’d almost lost his mind. Woonghee’s brain was pounded dazedly by the man’s pheromones. He was at a point where he could no longer think normally.
The man, gripping Woonghee who hung limply downward, ceaselessly pounded into his hole.
His purpose was only one thing. To plant his seed inside Woonghee. To water it with his semen again and again so it could sprout quickly….
“Ugh, hng…!”
St-stop, please, stop…!
Unlike Woonghee who shook his head and begged him to stop, his soaking wet hole sucked him in happily—slurp slurp. It puckered like his master’s lips begging for a kiss.
Woonghee’s cock, which had been spinning in the air, soon trembled—shiver—and even dripped a few drops of urine—drip drip.
“It’s, it’s dirty, huk, dirty, please…!”
Almost transparent liquid mixed with semen shot out in a parabola. It wetly soaked even the man’s firm thighs.
“You even piss when you say you love me?”
“Woonghee-ssi, your bed manners are trash, hm?” he said, bursting into laughter as if pleased. As if not even finding it dirty, he plunged into Woonghee’s soaking wet hole again as if he’d been waiting.
Woonghee shook his head wildly and pounded on the man’s shoulders—thud thud. “You fucking hate dirty things, you perverted bastard! Die, I said die!” But the man never stopped his hip movements. When had he been so pathologically fastidious?
***
When exactly had he lost consciousness? It was as if someone had cut his brain with scissors—snip.
“Ah….”
Then when he opened his eyes, he was already inside the suite room. By then, a round moon had risen at the window. Co-could another day have passed? Just as Woonghee opened his eyes wide and let out a moan with his knees trembling—
Tap tap, it was a very small sound. Suddenly he heard a sound tapping the glass window. It was at the window. A bird with white feathers was sitting there. It was tapping the glass window with its small beak—peck peck.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The man lying next to Woonghee was still deeply asleep. Quietly shaking the still air with slow breaths.
His jet-black hair fell softly over his forehead. His usually sharply alert atmosphere was considerably softened.
His eyelashes were long and thick, and beneath his eyelids trembled slowly. Was he dreaming? His quietly closed lips exhaled calm breaths, and his throat rose and fell slowly.
Woonghee silently looked at his face. Carefully, very meticulously, like someone trying not to forget something.
Just looking at this man made him feel distant somehow.
He was right beside him like this, he could reach him with just an outstretched hand. Yet he seemed to be somewhere far away. His fingertips trembled—tap tap. As if he would grab him like this. Woonghee hugged himself. A fluffy robe had been put on him.
“…….”
Did he wash me? Why was he treating him so well? Woonghee couldn’t understand. This man seemed different inside and out, yet sometimes they seemed the same. Woonghee’s lips opened slightly without him realizing.
“…Gi Junhyuk-ssi.”
You know, if you keep doing this I get confused. I end up harboring the vain hope that I can have you.
A situation where he couldn’t completely have him, but couldn’t let go either. It felt like standing on precarious stepping stones. Unable to go forward or backward.
Then was the only thing left a fall….
Woonghee looked at him, soaked in confusion. Tap tap, the sound of the glass window being hit came again.
The bird was calling Woonghee again. A couple of times, he’d coincidentally prepared rice for it. Because there had been a shower, he’d opened the window in case it couldn’t find food.
That furry creature was so clever, it couldn’t forget that taste and kept coming back.
‘Alright, you rascal….’
Woonghee carefully got up from the bed.
‘Ugh….’
His whole body ached as if beaten. Swallowing his breathing sounds, he moved carefully. He stepped one foot at a time, feeling the floor with his toes. In case the sensitive man woke up.
Slide, he opened the window slightly. Through the gap, the cool air of dawn seeped in. He grabbed a handful of bird feed from the feeder left at the window.
Soon the white bird quickly approached. Swoosh, it pecked at the feed with its beak—peck peck. Then it gently rubbed its small, warm head against the back of Woonghee’s hand.
“…Shh, go carefully.”
That sleeping man is fucking sensitive and has a foul temper, so stop being noisy and fly away quickly. Don’t get caught and scolded for no reason. Woonghee only spoke those words in his heart.
Had that feeling reached it? The white bird cutely bit the back of Woonghee’s hand lightly, then quietly flapped its wings. Then it flew up into the darkness outside the window.
Woonghee quietly closed the window after that. All around became extremely quiet. He slowly turned his head and looked at the man again.
‘He won’t wake up now, right…?’
Moonlight quietly descended over his face and rested gently on the tip of his nose. It was as if the moon was caressing him.
Looking at him, his head boiled complicatedly and his chest heated up, making it hard to find reason. It was as if he became a fool, an idiot.
I don’t know about other things.
Just….
He only wished that you, whose inner feelings are so noisy, could be at peace, at least for now. Woonghee slowly closed the curtain so even the moonlight couldn’t interfere.
Complete darkness arrived. Woonghee stealthily went back to lie down beside him. He moved as carefully as possible so he wouldn’t wake. And what he did after gathering all his courage.
He brought one of his arms over and timidly used it as a pillow. He rubbed his soft earlobe against the thick arm.
‘Sleep well….’
Like that, curled up like a shrimp, he timidly greeted him only in his heart.
Never dreaming that in the darkness, the man beside him was staring piercingly at the back of his head.
