“You were angry because Wonha interfered with your rehabilitation exercise that time. He’d do much better than me—”
“I wasn’t angry because he interfered with rehabilitation exercise. Why do you keep talking about Jang Wonha?”
This time it was a rather angry tone. Sangho couldn’t understand. Then why did you keep insisting on exercising like that back then?
Sangho was quite flustered by the responses that kept going awry. Something should be flowing as expected, but it keeps slipping and bouncing to strange places. Since earlier, heat had been rushing to his face so he couldn’t think straight at all. Sangho began to pour out the words he had been holding inside without filter, stammering.
“Well… you two suit each other well.”
“…What?”
“Or-originally you should have gotten along well. It got strange because I interfered.”
“What do you mean?”
“S-so. Or-originally, Wonha and Kyungoh student, the two of you should meet.”
“I told you I’m not interested in Jang Wonha.”
“Still, if you meet him once…”
“Beta isn’t my type.”
This isn’t it. When Sangho made an anxious expression, Kyungoh said once more with a resolute face.
“I can’t do it with a beta. I’m more attracted to hyung.”
At the bomb-like words suddenly thrown at him, Sangho felt all the blood rush to his face at once and his lips trembled. Wh-what?
After moving his lips several times, Sangho barely managed to say.
“I-I’m a beta too.”
Then Han Kyungoh showed a scoffing, cynical laugh. Kyungoh, who had come right up close to Sangho, snatched Sangho’s hand and placed it bluntly on his center. Something heavy and hard was felt below his jeans. Sangho tried to pull his hand away, not knowing what to do, but Han Kyungoh calmly pressed his hand even more explicitly and whispered.
“I don’t get hard for betas. The hospital test must be wrong.”
At Kyungoh’s words, Sangho’s heart seemed to sink with a thud. Though his head knew it was absurd nonsense, Han Kyungoh had eyes of conviction without a trace of wavering. Seeing those eyes, Sangho felt a maddening anxiety from deep in his chest and panted.
“N-no. I’m a beta. The, the hospital said so too! Be-be-betas can be attacked too, they said!”
“I told you I don’t react to betas.”
“If, if you did that to me in the gym storage room. Be-betas work too, right? They say alphas are like that, su-suddenly going into rut and just attacking…!”
When Sangho started arguing with a contorted face, muscles bulged on Kyungoh’s forehead with a snap.
“…Do you think… I go into rut for just anyone?”
At the expression that turned cold in an instant, Sangho flinched and shrank. As Han Kyungoh slowly approached Sangho, Sangho, who was backing away little by little, felt the wall touch his back.
“A-and don’t speak informally sneakily. I’m four years older than you—”
“I’m telling you again, I’ve never once reacted to a beta.”
“You, you must be mistaken! If I’m a beta and you can do it with me, doesn’t that mean you can do it with Wonha too?”
“Fuck, what? Why does Jang Wonha keep popping up?”
“If, if you can do it with me, you can do it with Wonha too.”
Though unable to meet the eyes of Kyungoh who had come right up to his nose, Sangho stubbornly persisted to the end. Then Han Kyungoh clenched his fist tightly as if extremely irritated and whispered through his teeth.
“Ah, is that so? Then shall we check? Try enduring my pheromones. If you endure to the end, I’ll say hyung is a beta. Then I’ll even meet that bastard Jang Wonha once.”
“…Do, do it. I’m a beta!”
“I’m telling you in advance. I won’t go easy twice.”
With those final words, Han Kyungoh grabbed Sangho by the collar and dragged him into his room.
Thud.
The body that had been shaking like paper collapsed onto Kyungoh’s bed with a plop. Kyungoh’s room, which he had never entered before, was a simple room with a large bed and a built-in closet. Sangho, who was about to quickly raise his upper body, felt a thrill of fear at Kyungoh’s massive body pressing down over his own.
“W-wait…!”
When Sangho flailed his arms and pushed Kyungoh’s body away, Kyungoh grabbed Sangho’s slender wrist just like that. Even though it seemed he had only lightly grasped it, he couldn’t budge as if tied with a thick rope.
“Hoo…”
When the slightly reddened Kyungoh let out a faint sigh, a warm sunny scent permeated the tip of his nose. When Kyungoh, his face pressed right below Sangho’s chin, inhaled with a sniff, Sangho unknowingly trembled. Since earlier, his body had been tingling and the hot energy rushing up was getting worse. Sangho, clenching his molars, tried hard to suppress the excitement rising from below his solar plexus.
‘It doesn’t affect me. I’m a beta.’
Kyungoh, looking down at Sangho who was scowling hard, took off his top. His muscular body was revealed, and Kyungoh’s calloused hands slipped inside Sangho’s clothes. After gently stroking his nape and collarbone, he stripped off Sangho’s t-shirt just like that, revealing the white, thin body underneath. Light-colored nipples were slightly erect.
“Do you know what happens when pheromones are rubbed on an omega’s erogenous zones?”
“…I, I don’t know. Things like that.”
When Sangho, covering his mouth with his forearm, turned his gaze away, Kyungoh lightly bit the collarbone area. When hot lips touched him, his breath naturally panted with tension. Sangho, who was barely holding out by taking deep breaths, trembled in shock at the feeling of a thick tongue touching his nipple. When the hot and squishy thing gently licked around the area and then at some point sucked strongly, his waist involuntarily jerked up.
“Hn, hnngh! D-don’t. That place…!”
At the ticklish feeling, Sangho urgently grabbed and pulled Kyungoh’s hair, but the head was stuck firmly to his chest with no thought of coming off. Along with a slurp sound, persistently pressing down on the nipple, there was a feeling of being lightly bitten with teeth. Sangho’s mind went blank white and a strange moaning sound popped out from his throat.
“Ngh, haa! Ah!”
At the tingling sensation he was feeling for the first time, Sangho didn’t know what to do and began rubbing his lower body against Kyungoh’s thigh. Now his mind seemed completely mashed, so Sangho didn’t realize he was jerking his waist and sticking closely to Kyungoh. The corner of Kyungoh’s mouth twisted up, and he swept his hand over Sangho’s worn training pants. Below the pants, a fully erect cock was clearly sticking out.
“You’re hard.”
“Ngh, hngh… N-no. Why, why?”
Sangho’s face looking down at his lower half turned pale and contorted. Meanwhile, he felt sticky fluid flowing down between his buttocks with a trickle. The liquid that had flowed out profusely soaked his underwear and pants, and eventually flowed out onto the bed sheet, making a round stain. Kyungoh barely held back wanting to thrust into Sangho right now and buried his nose in the erect nipple, sniffing. Then with a smile full of excitement and heat, he whispered in a low voice.
“Ha… it smells good. It’s gotten thicker than last time. Do you like having them sucked?”
“Why, why…? Why are you doing this? I, I’m…”
“Hyung. Does it feel good? Hm?”
“N-no. This is… my body, haah. I, I, I’m…!”
When Sangho started trembling and convulsing severely, Kyungoh’s slightly hazy eyes snapped open. Sensing something strange, Kyungoh separated from Sangho and raised his body. Sangho, lying between Kyungoh’s thighs, writhed twisting his whole body, then at some point stopped convulsing like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
“…?”
“…Did it.”
Sangho was curling up his body with a blank expression, holding his head. Tears were streaming down from his eyes, but his expression held no emotion as if completely empty. Slowly, Sangho, who removed his hands from his head, began taking off his training pants. Soon his naked body without a thread of clothing was revealed, then Sangho got on all fours and spread his own buttocks, revealing his twitching hole between them. Between the pink hole, transparent fluid was dripping continuously.
“I, I was wrong. Master. I, I won’t run away again… Please…”
“…Hyung?”
“I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong, I was wrong…”
“Lee Sangho!”
When Kyungoh urgently lifted Sangho up, unfocused dark gentle eyes were shaking aimlessly. Though he wasn’t making any expression, from deep within those eyes, ingrained fear was dripping out. Trembling his pale lips and staring quietly at Kyungoh, Sangho sniffed for a moment then asked as if unable to understand.
“You’re not… Master?”
“Are you okay? I’m Han Kyungoh.”
Staring at Han Kyungoh’s hand gripping his shoulder, Sangho carefully sniffed the scent again. Kyungoh instinctively released his pheromones and let Sangho smell them. When the warm and crisp sunny scent permeated his nose, Sangho finally released the tension from his tense shoulders. With an expression that seemed somewhat relieved, he grabbed Kyungoh’s hand, brought it to his nose, and rubbed against it.
What the FUCK happened to my poor boy oh my god??