The graduation party at Leroy University was traditionally held in the main hall of the Mary Jane Hotel, nestled by the lakeside. Although the refreshing air of early summer forest flowed endlessly through the wide-open windows, the antique hall only grew hotter with time from the brilliant lights and the heat radiating from the young people.
When the party reached its peak, I was loosening my tightly fastened necktie and staggering toward the party hall entrance. Whether from alcohol or not, my body felt limp and wouldn’t move as I wanted. Riley, who had come with me as my partner, got angry at me for not knowing proper manners as I drank and lost my senses, then disappeared somewhere. I should apologize next time we meet, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.
Why am I so drunk? I muttered while running my hand through my hair. Sweat dampened my forehead. I knew my alcohol tolerance well enough. It was true that I got swept up in the feeling of finally graduating and drank a bit more than usual because I was strangely thirsty, but it definitely shouldn’t be enough to make my body collapse like this.
My head felt hazy and my body seemed to be floating. A burning heat traveled around various parts of my body, and drums pounded inside my head. I’d had a slight cold for the past two days, and maybe drinking heavily in that condition had caused problems. I unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt and wandered around looking for somewhere cool, bumping into several friends along the way.
“Hey, Yoon. Having fun?”
“Yoon, where are you going? Come hang out with us!”
“Your partner’s over there with Ron, is that okay?”
Friends who were equally drunk spoke to me, grabbing my arm, linking their shoulders with mine, or hugging my back. Even people I barely knew pretended to be friendly and talked to me. I waved my arms and pushed them away, shuffling my steps in search of somewhere less crowded. Fortunately, they were as drunk as me and didn’t bother me anymore, laughing noisily as they were swept away somewhere in search of more alcohol.
As I got away from people, the nausea subsided, but my mind grew increasingly hazy. I staggered along, continuing to search for fresh air. As the surrounding space began to distort, I couldn’t even tell where I was walking anymore.
When the dizziness and nausea combined, I stopped somewhere and practically threw myself down, collapsing. As I crumpled to the floor, my cheek touched the cold ground. It was cool. I just wanted to sleep like this, but strangely my head, my heart, and the nerves in my hands and feet kept twitching. It felt like I’d overdosed on caffeine.
“Hey. What are you doing lying down in a place like this? Get it together.”
A voice that seemed both unfamiliar and familiar rang out. Because the sound grew louder then quieter, I couldn’t be sure how close the speaker was. Rather than a human voice, it felt like only the meaning was conveyed through vibrations in the air. I opened my closed eyes to find the owner of the voice. In the darkly distorting space, a tall silhouette was rippling.
“Who is it?”
Even my own voice ringing in my ears sounded awkward. It sounded funny, humming and trembling slightly at the end. The shadow tilted its head.
“What’s wrong with you? Did you take drugs or something?”
“Drugs… I don’t know. I didn’t do anything like that.”
Answering and thinking were both bothersome. I closed my eyes again.
“You can’t just say ‘I don’t know.’ Are you planning to sleep here? You’re blocking the way right now.”
When I closed my eyes, I could actually feel the other person’s movements more clearly than when they were open. The man came right next to me and bent down.
“You look pretty serious… Did you really eat something weird?”
Large, cool hands touched my cheek. In that instant, a distinctive fragrance faintly brushed past my nose. A cool and clear scent that automatically improved my mood. I instinctively grabbed that hand and deeply inhaled, practically covering my nose and mouth with it. I could feel the startled person trying to pull their hand away, but I desperately clung to it. As the scent grew stronger, the headache and nausea that had been tormenting me clearly subsided.
“Hey, why are you— Hey, you’re doing something right now…”
The other person started babbling in confusion. I wanted to tell them to shut up because they were noisy, but on the other hand, I thought even the resonance of that voice sounded strangely pleasant to hear. I pulled the unidentified arm and drew it into my embrace. My fingertips and toes tingled as heat began to rise. My heart pounded. My lower abdomen felt tightly constricted.
The heat filling my body quickly moved to my head. My head started pounding with a different feeling than before. I opened my hazy eyes. In the dimness, the hazily distorting face of a man dizzily filled my vision.
I felt like I could understand what was happening to my body right now. But before thinking about this and that, I embraced the other person’s neck first. It wasn’t a point where reason or anything could control me. I acted following only my instincts.
The pleasant fragrance filled my nostrils and flowed into my lungs. What is this? Perfume? But it didn’t feel like an artificial scent. Could this be pheromones? An Alpha’s pheromones. Though these were pheromones I was properly feeling for the first time, I was certain this scent was compatible with me. Of course. It’s this comfortable and feels this good.
Nothing else mattered or was relevant. The only thing dominating my mind right now was the desire to be intoxicated by this good-smelling Alpha and solve my body’s thirst.
As I thought that, I was surprised at myself. To throw my body at an Alpha, something I normally detested. I realized I wasn’t in my right mind. It was absurd enough to make me laugh quietly. Perhaps because my breath touched their neck, the person embraced by me flinched and trembled.
“Are you an Alpha?”
“……”
I whispered softly as if seducing, but the other person didn’t answer. But an answer wasn’t necessary. They were obviously an Alpha. Their increasingly thick pheromones were answer enough.
“Want to sleep with me?”
Instead of an answer, I heard a groaning breath from them. It sounded like an animal growling. Whatever it was, even that resonance was tremblingly sexy. Anyway, they were more sane than me but didn’t push me away. That meant they didn’t dislike my Omega pheromones either. I’d heard that it’s rare for Alphas and Omegas to meet by chance, and even rarer to meet a compatible partner.
“Don’t want to?”
I asked while not even thinking they would refuse anyway. I deliberately whispered against their neck as if pressing my lips to it. The man cursed in a low voice. Then, as if to devour me, he grabbed the back of my head with his large hand and swallowed my slightly smiling lips.
***
It felt like my brain was melting. No, part of it had definitely melted. Otherwise, all my senses wouldn’t be this chaotically entangled. My head was filled with fog and the surrounding space appeared wildly distorted. Like a scene from an SF movie where space-time was twisted.
I couldn’t tell where I was or even what time it was. No, I didn’t even feel like knowing. Should I be grateful I hadn’t forgotten who I was?
Maybe I drank too much alcohol. But even after tearing through parties here and there, I’d never blacked out from drinking before. Could there really have been drugs in the alcohol I drank, as someone said?
Someone? Who said that?
Ah, whoever it was, what does it matter?
I was insanely thirsty, my body was hot, and I felt dizzy. Sparks flew here and there throughout my body, as if I’d been weakly electrocuted by something.
“Haah…”
Someone sighed. No, was that sound from my mouth?
No. It was definitely two people’s breathing, not one, heating the already hot air even hotter. Rough, high-temperature breaths filled my ears. The reason it sounded particularly loud was because that breath was being exhaled right by my ear.
“Nngh… Haah…”
Only then did I realize my body was shaking. The dizziness wasn’t just from alcohol. It was because my body was actually shaking. Someone was clinging on top of me, shaking my body. Every time our skin touched and rubbed together, flames ignited. Especially below, where something was stirring me up—it was melting in heat I’d never felt before in my life.
“Ugh… Nngh… Hng…”
Unidentifiable moans burst out every time our bodies collided with thuds. It was like fireworks going off before my eyes.
Without knowing shame, I wiggled my hips and begged the partner whose identity I didn’t even know. My legs were tightly squeezing his waist. What would happen after I came to my senses wasn’t an urgent problem right now. The fact that I’d never been pinned down by a man—no, that I’d never dealt with a man in bed at all—wasn’t the issue either.
The urgent thing was the fire attached to my body. That place that was insanely itchy, hot, and throbbing. I had to press down on and rub that part to put out the fire. If I couldn’t extinguish the fire, it felt like those flames would burn up my entire body.
I desperately needed the man’s penis that was tightly filling my insides. The urgent movements of him violently thrusting upward and going in and out of me stoked my excitement. My rear, soaked wetly with sticky fluids—whether sweat or something else—just like my body drenched in mucus, made viscous and obscene sounds every time the man’s member savagely went in and out.
“Haa, stop squeezing. Are you trying to break it off?”
The partner who had been gripping my pelvis and shaking below exhaled deeply and panted. The sound flowing into my dazed consciousness knocked around in my brain. Was it English? Korean? No, French? I could definitely understand the meaning, but I couldn’t tell what language it was. Yet it was amazing that I could understand the meaning perfectly.
“Who the hell have you been fucking around with? Why are you so experienced?”
The man spat into my ear with a voice full of grievance.
What the hell is this bullshit? Who have I been fucking around with? I was the wronged one. No, more than that, what business is it of yours what I do or don’t do?
Even in my confusion, I got irritated and bent my upper body to grab the back of his head. When I bit down hard on the lips that came close before my eyes as my temper flared, a quiet moan was followed by laughter. What a pervert. Why laugh when being bitten?
“Kang Doyun.”
Ah, what?
Because I strangely hated being apart, I grabbed the cheek that was moving away and pushed my lips forward. Between the lips that opened obediently, our tongues touched and immediately became wetly tangled. I really never thought a day would come when another person’s saliva would taste sweet.
