“Ah… it’s Kyungoh student…”
Warak.
Kyungoh unknowingly pulled Sangho into an embrace and made an anxious face. What on earth happened to him? It was like seeing a completely different person just now. In his arms, Sangho was squirming and burrowing into his chest and armpit again, seeking Kyungoh’s pheromone scent. It seemed he was feeling stability in his scent, which was different from the ‘Master’s’ pheromone scent.
“I-I’m sorry. I won’t force you. Don’t be scared…”
“Mmnh…”
Lick.
Sangho closed his eyes and licked Kyungoh’s nape with his small tongue. Unable to endure it, Kyungoh surged and poured out pheromones, then Sangho rubbed his more stiffly erect cock against Kyungoh’s abs until it was crushed. Fluid dripped from the tip and the sticky, warm bodily fluid was rubbed warmly against Kyungoh’s body.
“Kuk… Hyung?”
“Haah… Below. It’s agonizing…”
“Damn it… Is he in heat right now?”
Kyungoh barely maintained his reason and slowly carefully pushed his finger between Sangho’s hole. He felt the warm and sticky inner mucous membrane and felt it chewing tightly on his finger. Sangho, who clumsily moved his hips and clung to Kyungoh, made stable breathing sounds of hah, hah and embraced Kyungoh even more.
“Fi-fill me with something warm. Inside, deeper inside…”
“I-if I put it in right away, you’ll get hurt.”
“Inside is… itchy… Hurry…”
As if pleading, Sangho jerked his waist more and swallowed Kyungoh’s finger deeply below. Then from his small erect cock, pre-cum dripped continuously. Sangho bit Kyungoh’s nape hard enough to hurt slightly with an ahng, then undid Kyungoh’s jeans buckle and pulled out the massive cock that seemed about to burst. Sangho grasped Kyungoh’s cock with both hands as if it were something precious and rubbed his soft cheek against it. He felt like he was going crazy because he loved the sunlight scent coming from this place since earlier.
Slurp.
When the small tongue licked up the shaft, Kyungoh, whose mind became hazy, covered his face with both hands. The lust he could no longer endure surged and burst out, and cream-colored semen covered Sangho’s face completely and dripped down. When Sangho licked at it at the thick smell, Kyungoh was shocked and quickly wiped Sangho’s face with his own t-shirt.
“D-don’t eat it. I’m sorry for getting it on your face…”
“Hurry, hurry and put it in…”
“I’m going crazy, really.”
Now as Sangho pressed his groin against his lower area and rubbed, Kyungoh carefully laid Sangho down, then grabbed his cock and gently rubbed between the hole. The stickily wet mucous membrane made squelch squelch friction sounds. When he pressed his cock firmly against the somewhat loosened hole, Kyungoh’s glans slid smoothly into the pink hole.
“Haah… More…”
“Ugh…!”
At the sensation wrapping around the front part, Kyungoh barely endured the impulse to thrust into Sangho just like that. Inside his tightly clenched fist, blood was beading on his palm. When he slowly pushed inside, Sangho creaked and arched his waist greatly.
“Ah, ahhh…!”
Though he hadn’t moved yet, splash, semen poured out from Sangho’s center. Kyungoh stopped while inside Sangho in case Sangho got scared again. A low voice taking deep breaths rang out as if being crushed.
“Can I… move a little?”
“…Mmnh. Hngh!”
As soon as permission was given, Kyungoh slowly moved and poked deep inside the hole. Each time, Sangho gripped the bed sheets and made moaning sounds at the feeling like lightning striking in his head. Below, each time it slowly pulled out and thrust up, the inner walls were dragged down and went in, making lewd sounds. The tender flesh inside that stuck chewily was driving him crazy.
“Hn, haaah! Hnngh…!”
Though he hadn’t moved much, Sangho twisted his waist again and poured out semen again. And after panting for a moment to catch his breath, Sangho fell asleep just like that. Below, in the sticky mess, he was still fully biting Kyungoh’s cock.
“…Hyung?”
Unable to pull out his cock that seemed about to burst or push it in further, Kyungoh called Sangho in an absurd voice. Sangho, who didn’t answer, wandered in dreamland making hah, hah sounds in an exhausted state. He carefully shook him, but there was no sign of him waking up at all.
“Haah… What kind of torture is this?”
Feeling his still bulging lower half aching painfully, Kyungoh deeply bowed his head.
* * *
Sangho woke up around noon the next day.
When he slowly lifted his eyelids, an empty room came into his blurry vision. Instead of the living room floor where he usually slept, there was the rustling sound of blankets on a bed mattress. Not fully awake yet, Sangho closed his eyes again and frowned. His whole body drooped like cotton soaked in water, but the body aches that had tormented him all day yesterday seemed to have completely disappeared. Sangho, who had been lying there, suddenly opened his eyes wide and bolted upright.
“Huk.”
The blanket that had been covering his body fell with a thud, revealing his naked body. Flustered, Sangho fumbled and checked his body. His nipples were slightly swollen, but it was his usual body. And somehow, his anal opening seemed to sting a bit. Sangho put both hands on his head and rolled his eyes frantically, trying to remember the previous day. So, I was fighting with Han Kyungoh, got grabbed by the collar, and came into this room. Then what… what happened?
‘Fill me with something warm. Inside, deeper inside…’
So, after I clung to Han Kyungoh and begged…
‘Hurry…’
I bit his neck and… his thing… su… cked.
‘Hurry and put it in…’
Crazy. Did I jump Kyungoh?
Whoosh. It felt like all the blood drained from his head at once. In the sparse memories, it seemed like Kyungoh had tried to push him away. He also thought that Kyungoh without clothes was insanely sexy.
Creak.
At the sound of the door opening, Sangho looked up in shock to see Han Kyungoh standing there with a towel draped over his shoulder, looking quite flustered. It seemed he had gotten up and washed, and on his upper body, small red marks were engraved in a row from his neck to his chest. Kyungoh’s earlobes flushed red, and he sneakily covered those marks with the towel.
“Hyung… Y-yesterday…”
“I’m sorry!”
At Sangho’s outcry, Kyungoh stood still with a “huh?” expression on his face.
“I, I, yesterday. I wasn’t feeling well. And, and I had a fever. Ky-Kyungoh student must have hated it. Forcibly, doing that… I’m sorry…”
“…Huh?”
“Kyungoh student’s rut cycle must have been disrupted too, I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I, I didn’t do it on purpose. I haven’t properly relieved my urges for months… And, I somehow went strange, my mind got weird. Does alpha pheromones affect betas too? …No. No, it’s not that it’s Kyungoh student’s problem, it’s not necessarily that—”
As Sangho rambled with a bright red face, Kyungoh stood there quietly, then rolled his eyes elsewhere as if thinking for a moment.
‘Right now… does he think he jumped me?’
Sangho wasn’t even half his size. No, maybe about a third? With a somewhat absurd feeling, Kyungoh pointed at Sangho and himself with his finger as if to confirm.
“So, right now, hyung… me…?”
“I, I’m sorry for forcing you. It, it really wasn’t my intention…”
Sangho, who had turned bright red like a tomato, bowed his head deeply. It seemed Sangho had completely deleted his memories from before the heat cycle came.
Kyungoh was silent for a moment, contemplating. Sangho’s reaction that he saw yesterday seemed to show extreme anxiety about being an omega. Thinking about it, when he suddenly got angry and charged at him in the gym storage room, it was also when he had treated him as an omega.
‘If I speak rashly, he’ll have another panic attack.’
Kyungoh lowered his eyes for a moment. Since Sangho knew Jang Wonha, Wonha probably knew what kind of thing Sangho had gone through. That’s why he rushed over like crazy when he heard Sangho was at his house. Kyungoh, with his arms crossed, frowned slightly and tapped the fingers on his forearm as if displeased.
‘I can’t give him to that bastard. An imprinted omega. That goody-two-shoes is a beta, so he won’t be able to supply pheromones either. If my pheromones work somehow, wouldn’t it be fine if I keep him with me?’
Perhaps Jang Wonha knew the guy who made Sangho like this. If only he knew who it was…
Crack.
After organizing his thoughts, Kyungoh organized his emotions while grinding his molars as if they would break. Returning to a calm expression, Kyungoh spoke to Sangho, who was still bowing his head and drowning in self-reproach.
“I’ll meet with Jang Wonha once.”
“Huh?”
“You said you’re a beta. I’ll meet him once.”
At Kyungoh’s words, Sangho’s eyes widened.
‘Ah. Right, yesterday… he said if he could do it with me, he’d meet Wonha.’
Thinking about it, it was a really strange proposal. Still, it was fortunate. Finally, Kyungoh was thinking of meeting Wonha… When he actually saw Wonha loving someone else, it would probably… hurt his heart a bit. Still, it seemed like the story was finding its place, so Sangho let out a slight sigh of relief.
