I’m not an omega. That can’t be.
During the past few months, he’d never once felt anything abnormal with his body. Even if Han Kyungoh released his pheromones right now, he was certain he wouldn’t feel anything. With that thought, his maddening anxiety began to turn into sharp anger. And that arrow was directed at the man standing before him.
With a pale face, Sangho clenched his teeth and glared.
“Fuck, release it right now. Release it here! Since I don’t smell any pheromones at all, if you release your scent, won’t an omega go crazy?”
“…Calm down.”
When Kyungoh, looking flustered, took half a step back, Sangho became even more confident and lunged at him, grabbing Kyungoh by the collar. The man with the huge build couldn’t bring himself to push Sangho away and flailed his arms while backing up more. Sangho, who’d pushed Kyungoh all the way to the sports storage room wall like that, held out his nape to Kyungoh and threatened:
“Go ahead and try it!”
Thud!
At that moment, Kyungoh’s eyes flashed. In an instant, Kyungoh wrapped one arm around Sangho and turned his body around, wedging Sangho between the wall and his own body. When Sangho made a huk sound at the pressure pressing down firmly, hot flesh touched his nape. Sangho struggled, but he couldn’t move an inch while wrapped in Kyungoh’s one arm. Kyungoh looked at Sangho intently like that and licked down the tender nape flesh.
“Ugh, urk…!”
When Sangho, who’d finally felt the overwhelming physical difference, flailed in confusion, Kyungoh firmly fixed Sangho’s back of the head with his other hand.
“Mmph!”
The moment Sangho felt fear and tried to scream, Kyungoh’s thick tongue invaded his mouth first.
Slurp. Suck…
Inside the dark sports storage room, the sound of mucous membranes sticking together wetly echoed. Sangho struggled constantly with a terrified face, but Kyungoh stared at him intently while persistently invading deeper into his mouth. The hot tongue rubbed from the inside to the outside of his palate, then rolled up Sangho’s tongue below. Between the two tightly locked lips, air occasionally entered, making obscene sounds.
“Mmph, ngh…!”
Sangho’s vision blurred and tears formed in his eyes. No matter how much he struggled, he absolutely couldn’t escape, and he gradually began to run out of breath. Each time he twisted his body, Kyungoh pressed down his body even more. Because of that, Sangho, who’d desperately been keeping his jaw clenched, unconsciously opened his mouth due to lack of oxygen. Not missing that gap, Kyungoh invaded deeper into his mouth and sucked up Sangho’s tongue. Sangho’s cheeks hollowed and a lewd sound came out.
When the exhausted Sangho went limp, unable to breathe anymore, Kyungoh slid his lips down to his nape. Kyungoh, who’d brought his lips to his collarbone, bit the pale flesh in one mouthful and sucked. Sangho had no mind for anything, busy inhaling the sweet air entering his mouth. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
“Hah, haah…”
As he sucked on the nape two, three times repeatedly, a strange sound came from Sangho’s throat. Thud, thud, his pulse pounded like crazy and his whole body trembled. Now Kyungoh was pressing his lower body close to Sangho and slowly rubbing. At the heavy something felt below his pants, Sangho nearly panicked.
“Wh-what… ngh…!”
“Haah…”
This bastard’s eyes have rolled back!
Kyungoh was still rubbing his thing persistently against Sangho’s front while staring at him intently. With somehow devouring eyes, Kyungoh instantly laid Sangho down on the floor and placed him on top of his thighs as if trapping him. His torso was still tightly embraced by Kyungoh’s one arm, unable to move. When Sangho, cradled like a baby, flailed his legs trying to escape, Kyungoh peeled off Sangho’s pants with one hand just like that.
“Ah! F-fuck…! Won’t you get off?!”
When cold air touched his bare skin, Sangho snapped to attention and began struggling desperately. It was hard to move freely because of his pants and underwear caught on his ankles. In the meantime, Kyungoh blocked his lips again while firmly grasping Sangho’s flaccid cock with one hand.
“Mmph!”
With slightly unfocused eyes, Kyungoh repeatedly licked up his lower lip and continued deep kisses while sweeping each molar. Sangho, who’d gone deathly pale in fear at the suddenly grasped center, flailed, but when Kyungoh shook his hand up and down just like that, Sangho stiffened his body like a log. A rough hand with calluses grasped the tender cock in one hand and swept it—swoosh, swoosh. The cock was still hanging limp, not responding.
“…?”
With a puzzled face, Kyungoh released his pheromones in full force. Now the sports storage room was vibrating, filled to the brim with Kyungoh’s pheromones. Even so, Sangho couldn’t relax his tense body and was resisting with a bright red face. Eventually tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down.
“Ugh, sob…”
With fumbling hands, Kyungoh swept the tender flesh below Sangho’s testicles. The hand that slid down like that grabbed his small buttocks, then began touching an unbelievable place. When he gently rubbed Sangho’s anal with his middle finger, along with slight friction, Kyungoh’s finger seemed about to enter inside the anal or not, fleetingly. Sangho, paralyzed by shame and fear, finally burst into tears.
“Hah, waaah, I-I was wrong. P-p-please spare me…!”
“Why… aren’t you getting wet?”
“P-p-p-please. I-I was wrong. I was wrong.”
Now Sangho’s face was a mess, soaked with tears and snot. Kyungoh blankly looked at Sangho’s face like that and stuck out his tongue to lick him. When the hot tongue rose—swoosh—from under his chin to his cheek, Sangho, even more terrified, hid his face in Kyungoh’s chest. It was to avoid Kyungoh who’d started licking his face.
It’s disgusting, disgusting. When his sobbing face burrowed into Kyungoh’s embrace, his scrawny nape was exposed and throbbed. Then Kyungoh, as if feeling tremendous thirst, roughly licked up the tears that had flowed between the sternocleidomastoid muscle and jaw, and down to the earlobe. The tongue persistently touched even the face hidden in his embrace, and Kyungoh’s hot breath panted—huff huff—in his ear. Sangho shuddered and trembled.
And at some point, clarity returned to Kyungoh’s unfocused eyes and the movement of licking madly gradually stopped.
“…”
“Sob… hic… Please…”
“…”
Sangho was still burying his face in his chest and desperately avoiding him. Kyungoh, who’d lost his reason in an instant, hardened his face at the warm and damp moisture felt in his embrace. Kyungoh, who’d been staring intently while holding Sangho for a moment, snapped to attention and released Sangho he’d been clutching. Even Kyungoh himself had an extremely shocked expression.
Sangho, gripping his completely disheveled collar, trembled while taking deep breaths—gasp, gasp. He wanted to run away right now, but his legs gave out and he didn’t think he could move. In the meantime, Kyungoh distorted his expression with a quite confused face and put his hand on his temple. His firm lips moved, then a somehow sunken voice rang out.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sob… urk…”
Sangho still hiccupped with a frightened face. With trembling hands, he barely gathered his underwear and pants caught on his ankles and pulled them up. Until then, Kyungoh still had a frowning expression.
Crash!
Sangho, who’d barely straightened his collar, kicked off from that spot, escaped the sports storage room, and ran. He fell several times but had no time to care about such things. Thud, thud, thud, the sound of his heart pounding like crazy seemed to ring in his ears.
***
Sangho took annual leave that way. When the cleaning supervisors heard the sudden news of Sangho’s annual leave, they asked worriedly what was wrong, but Sangho vaguely said his body hurt too much. Returning to his studio apartment, covering himself with a blanket, and trembling for a long while, Sangho felt his body gradually stabilizing only after lunchtime had passed.
I couldn’t… resist.
From the moment Kyungoh’s arm wrapped around him like a snare, Sangho couldn’t move an inch. Still, he was an adult male, so he’d thought he could at least throw a punch—it was Sangho’s complete misjudgment. He could only struggle while laid on the floor like a scarecrow just like that. Moreover, th-that… to grope such a… place. Sangho felt his face heating up again with shame.
Looking back at Kyungoh’s reaction, he seemed to have released his pheromones in full force. But he himself really felt nothing. Even so, Sangho recalled the ‘castella smell’ Kyungoh had mentioned. Does that smell really come from me…? Anxiety began to creep up. In the first place, there was no reason for Kyungoh to assault him like that when he wasn’t even an omega.
I need to confirm.
As if possessed, Sangho searched for nearby hospitals. A blog review came up saying that hospital where he’d gone to the emergency room last time did trait tests. After searching several more hospitals, Sangho chose the hospital with the fastest trait retest results and left his studio apartment.
“The results will come out in two weeks. Will you come to hear them in person? Should we send them by mail?”
“Please send them by mail.”
The trait test ended faster than expected. Rather than thinking randomly by myself, it’s better to get retested at the hospital and receive the results. The doctor said traits rarely change under normal circumstances, but tilted his head at Sangho’s words that he hadn’t taken suppressants for several months and had no heat cycles, and readily retested him. He added advice to make sure to take his suppressants just in case.
My poor baby. But also, he should hear the test results in person, so he can ask all the questions he needs to