“Ngh, ha— I’ll catch every drop without spilling a single one… and then if you’d just put it back in there, it’d be so…… Ah— ah!”
Their bodies fit together perfectly. The shameless whisper lasted only a moment, and the two of them burned with a heat unlike anything before. Even after coming twice, the sensation of him still rummaging deep inside made Yigyeol tremble as though he were about to pass out.
His mind was a muddy swamp. In the end, he lost consciousness just like that.
* * *
“Yigyeol, wake up.”
How much time had passed?
When he opened his eyes to the careful hand stroking his cheek, they were still in the back seat of the sedan. It had clearly been pitch-dark night, yet somehow the world around them was beginning to grow light.
“Ah……”
He rubbed his heavy eyes. Watching the sky gradually brighten, his mind slowly came back to him.
“How long was I asleep?”
“About two hours.”
A familiar tone. Yigyeol slowly laid his hand over the one still resting against his cheek. Their fingers wound together, soft and unhurried.
“Are you okay? How’s your body?”
The same routine as always. Right down to blacking out mid-sex because he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mm……. More than that — I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep tonight.”
“It’s fine. I woke you because we need to head home soon. Go wash up and sleep more there.”
“But are you okay? Tonight you were especially……”
“Was it that obvious?”
Yigyeol smiled watching the man grin sheepishly. While he’d been briefly asleep, Wonho must have finished cleaning everything up — the body that had been smeared with all manner of fluids was now wiped clean. The clothes that should have been wrinkled and damp were nowhere to be found, and he’d been changed into a fresh set Yigyeol had never seen before.
He probably prepared them in advance. That figures. His husband had always been deeply considerate. Unlike Yigyeol, who was careless and impulsive, Wonho was thoroughly prepared and meticulous in every way.
“And I was still holding back quite a bit, you know.”
“……That was holding back?”
“It felt so good. If I’d done everything I wanted, you probably wouldn’t have been able to get up. Are you sure nothing hurts or feels off? I was worried while you were asleep.”
Yigyeol shook his head. The parts that had been so thoroughly worked over until a little while ago weren’t actually giving him much trouble. Probably because I got wetter than usual. He added shyly,
“I must have been more worked up than normal, too. Maybe because we came out without any preparation……”
“Ha — I have that designated driver to thank for a lot, then. Maybe I should call him back and give him something extra.”
“For that, I already tipped him plenty. More than enough for your share too.”
“Oh? Good job.”
As if praising him, his husband gave Yigyeol’s backside a few light pats and helped him sit up. Warm lips brushed his cheek briefly, then pulled away.
“I really am grateful to you.”
“For what.”
“Someone who takes care of me this much — even if I died and came back, I’d never find another one.”
His voice was sincere. In the gaze that watched him with such tenderness and the eyes so full of warmth, there was not a single trace of the merciless man from before.
“The way you keep adapting to me so well — sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever been this lucky.”
Yigyeol looked at his spouse — who had fully returned to his usual self — with fresh eyes.
“Even so, give me at least a hint next time.”
“A hint?”
“Because when it’s so sudden like that, it genuinely feels like I cheated on someone…… And then it feels like I’m being forced by you because of it.”
For a moment he was embarrassed, thinking back on the crude things that had come out of his own mouth.
Truly — even if it was something they’d agreed to, sometimes he really felt like he became a completely different person. Words he could never imagine saying under normal circumstances would spill out without fail in moments like that.
“It felt a little…… strange.”
His husband slowly stroked the back of Yigyeol’s head as he sank into that peculiar feeling.
“Meaning it felt good, right?”
“……”
“I could see how much you were feeling it. When you said it was your first time — God, I nearly lost my mind. How did you even think of something like that?”
“……I don’t know. That just kind of…… came out on its own.”
He kissed Yigyeol again as he squirmed with embarrassment, then smiled. And then confessed with genuine weight in his voice,
“I’ve said it every time, but — I would never actually push things that far, not like that. Even if you really did go behind my back with someone else.”
You know that, right? Yigyeol. His husband added with a gentle smile.
“I know that now. At least that much.”
We’ve lived together five years — did you really think I still wouldn’t know by now. Yigyeol murmured back, his voice carrying just a touch of fond reproach. His face was clear and untroubled. Not a single shadow of doubt — filled with nothing but complete, absolute trust.
1. A Birthday Gift
The husband had an unusual sexual predisposition.
Yigyeol had found out on the day of their first wedding anniversary.
“I’d like you to hear me out without jumping to conclusions, Yigyeol.”
That was already four years ago. After the blissful newlywed days when just meeting eyes made them happy — on the day exactly one year since their wedding ceremony — the two of them had officially registered their marriage.
It was the day they promised to spend the rest of their lives together, grounded not only in love but in the deep trust they’d shown each other. The only feeling running through that process had been happiness, pure and simple. He had been certain that, in his entire life, the only alpha who would ever belong to him was Seok Wonho.
At the same time, Yigyeol had consented to the imprinting. This act, carried out through a brief procedure at a forma center, carried a significance even more special and weighty than marriage or the official registration.
An omega who had been imprinted was required to remain by the side of their imprinted alpha during pregnancy. Without absorbing their pheromones — directly or indirectly — the lives of both the child being carried and the omega themselves would be at risk.
It was, in practice, a rare thing to do unless both parties had promised their futures to each other for life. But imprinting did have its clear advantages.
Because the act permanently embedded and stored each other’s pheromones within their bodies, ejaculating inside the omega would not result in pregnancy outside of the omega’s heat cycle. In other words, it was essentially the same as being able to actively decide whether or not to conceive during sex — making it extremely useful for couples looking to plan their family.
It also played the role of a final threshold for couples who had found their lifelong partner and true match, in the sense that it allowed them to develop a bond deeper than what marriage as an institution could offer.
After completing the imprinting procedure — now inseparable in both legal record and biological forma — the two of them headed to a suite in a luxury hotel, as if to celebrate their happiness. And the moment the door closed, they fell into each other.
As was natural for an alpha and omega, but even setting that aside, the two of them were a remarkably compatible pair between the sheets. Yigyeol enjoyed satisfying sex with his husband on the basis of his body alone, entirely without pheromones.
His husband, Seok Wonho — dependable and striking beyond anyone, an alpha who could hold his own anywhere — was the finest spouse a person could have. Warm and deeply considerate, exceptional in both looks and ability. There was no question he was the kind of partner anyone would envy.
That perfect husband whispered to him in bed.
“Have you ever heard of something like this?”
Their first wedding anniversary — a day that should have been nothing but radiant. The first load he’d shot hadn’t even dried yet.
He confessed that he had an NTR disposition.
N…… what? At first, Yigyeol had not understood at all. He’d even laughed a little at the strange-sounding term. Not yet knowing what kind of trap he’d walked into.
An unfamiliar combination of letters. It sounded like the name of some organization, or something out of a game. A perfectly natural assumption for Yigyeol to make — it was terminology he had never heard in his entire life, and never expected to. But as Seok Wonho’s careful explanation unfolded, Yigyeol couldn’t help but grow increasingly horrified.
His husband said that he became unbearably aroused when he imagined the person he loved being taken by someone else. He said that person was Yigyeol.
Uniquely, solely, in all the world.
When he even confessed that he’d been having those fantasies during the time they dated before marriage — Yigyeol felt as though he’d been struck hard on the back of the head. The husband he had considered the person closest to him in the world suddenly looked like a stranger, and goosebumps prickled all over his skin.
