Chapter 10

The lecture finally ended, ushering in the lunch hour. Rian pulled out his phone to call Yu-gyeom, but right then, Su-hyun and Yoon-seok approached. Behind them stood Kim Taeju with a sour, reluctant expression. Towering a full head taller than the others, Taeju drew the eye immediately.

“Let’s go eat lunch, Rian!” Su-hyun chimed in.

“Huh? Y-yeah,” Rian murmured, startled.

Ah, I was about to call hyung… Swept along by his friends’ chatter, Rian found himself helplessly escorted all the way to the cafeteria before he could object.

“I need to use the restroom first,” Rian excused himself.

“Sure, hurry back!” Yoon-seok called out.

Sending his friends ahead into the cafeteria, Rian dashed straight into the restroom. After checking that the room was completely empty, he slipped into the farthest stall and shut the door.

Rian took out his phone and dialed Yu-gyeom’s number. But the call went entirely unanswered. Unable to bear the suffocating anxiety, Rian hesitated before tapping open his gallery app. A photograph of Yu-gyeom appeared on the screen.

For some inexplicable reason, Rian stared fixedly at the image.

What do I do…? I’m losing my mind.

Gazing at Yu-gyeom’s face, Rian unconsciously slid a hand down into his briefs. Lost in thoughts of Yu-gyeom throughout the lecture, his underwear had grown thoroughly soaked. Slipping a finger past the damp cotton to part the folds of his secret pussy, he felt copious, slick love juices immediately coating his skin.

“Ngh… hyung…” Rian whimpered, his breath hitching.

Why aren’t you answering? I miss you so much, hyung. The anxiety is killing me.

Rian rubbed the sensitive nub of his clitoris with circular fingertip strokes before spreading his labia and plunging a slender finger deep inside.

A muffled groan tore from his throat. Biting down on the hem of his shirt, his flushed, feverish face looked intoxicatingly lewd, as if thick pheromones were practically oozing from every pore.

Still in that position, Rian shoved his trousers down around his thighs, leaving his plump, rounded buttocks pushed outward.

“Ah… nnh…”

Having verified that the restroom was empty, Rian could no longer contain the breathy moans spilling past his lips. As he pumped his finger in and out with wet thrusts, his briefs became drenched far beyond before.

Staring at Yu-gyeom’s photo, Rian relentlessly fucked his own pussy, churning his fingers inside until the delicate flesh felt swollen and raw. First one finger, then two… and soon three. In the end, he sank all the way to the stall floor, spreading his legs wide and thrusting deep into his core with wet, squelching strokes, as if trying to hollow himself out.

Lewd, squelching sounds echoed through the silent restroom, and the heady pheromones bleeding from Rian’s body quickly saturated the air.

It was at that exact moment that the outer door swung open, shattering the silence that had held only Rian’s stifled moans.

Several male students filed inside, kicking up a loud commotion. The splashing sounds of urinating, water running from the taps, and their noisy, boisterous chatter bounced off the tiled walls.

Rian froze in sheer terror, yet the heat running through his blood would not allow him to stop pumping his fingers inside his pussy. Clamping both hands over his mouth, he swallowed his ragged gasps. The terror of being caught mixed with an electrifying thrill beneath the fear, making him feel like an utter pervert.

Rian propped his phone against the stall partition with Yu-gyeom’s photo on display, losing himself in the fantasy that Yu-gyeom had his face buried between his thighs, lavishing him with oral pleasure. Even while satisfying his lust in solitary shame, Rian ached for Yu-gyeom so fiercely it drove him nearly mad. Did Yu-gyeom have any idea just how much safety and comfort his presence gave him?

Why did he ignore my calls and make me act so pathetically shameful?

Rian could not endure even the slightest neglect from Yu-gyeom. It was the inevitable result of having been carefully trained and conditioned to Yu-gyeom’s preferences for years.

The more vividly Rian envisioned Yu-gyeom, the closer he surged toward an unbearable peak, until a strangled moan leaped into his throat.

“Ngh…!”

Instantly, an abrupt silence descended over the noisy restroom.

Oh no… Did they hear me? Eyes wide with terror, Rian stared at the stall door.

He swallowed hard, holding his breath.

“What was that? Did you guys hear something?” one of the students asked.

“A dog barking? Woof woof!” another joked.

“Crazy bastard,” another muttered, shaking his head. “Man, I’m starving. Let’s get moving.”

Fortunately, the clamor of the students trooping out together allowed Rian to finally release the rigid tension locking his muscles.

At that exact instant, semen dribbled in thick trickles from Rian’s cock, while a gush of slick pooled inside his pussy flooded outward, forming a small puddle on the stall floor.

“What do I do…?” Rian whimpered, breathless.

Soaked in pheromones, every ounce of strength drained from his limbs. Wearing a mortified expression, Rian clenched his twitching pussy and pulsing rear opening as the lingering aftershocks of the orgasm rolled through him. Terrified that someone else might walk in, he hastily cleaned up before slipping out of the restroom.

Leaving the restroom, Rian walked out of the building. The moment he rounded the alleyway into a quiet, secluded spot, he pulled out his phone again, his features drawn with acute anxiety over Yu-gyeom’s missing response. His damp briefs clung tightly to his pussy, making every step uncomfortable. Everything felt mortifying and wretched. With every stride, the entrance of his pussy fluttered and clenched, desperately aching to clamp around Yu-gyeom’s cock and driving him near distraction. In his frantic state, Rian failed to notice the faint traces of his own pheromones leaking into the surrounding air.

Chewing anxiously on his lip, Rian’s agitation was unmistakable. He wondered in mounting dread if he had somehow made Yu-gyeom angry.

Is it really because of the club? Or is he furious because I didn’t message him the second I arrived?

Pressed to his ear, the phone only emitted the cold, hollow dial tone of an unanswered call.

The weather had turned pleasantly warm, sending cherry blossom petals drifting even into this secluded alley, yet Rian’s complexion remained overcast with gloom.

“Haa… What should I do…?” Rian murmured, on the verge of tears.

Letting out a sigh deep enough to hollow the earth, Rian scuffed the toe of his shoe against the fallen mounds of cherry blossom petals, scattering them aimlessly. Just as he was about to give up after five unanswered calls, overwhelmed by a sudden surge of grief, the line clicked through.

—“Hello?”

“…Hyung?” Rian breathed, his voice trembling.

—“Yeah, Rian? Did you call me a lot?”

“Why didn’t you answer me…?” Rian whimpered, his voice laced with hurt.

A shuddering sigh of relief slipped past Rian’s lips. The suffocating anxiety that had gripped his chest melted away the moment Yu-gyeom’s voice reached his ears. Sinking right where he stood, Rian curled into a crouch on the ground and stared down at the crushed, battered cherry blossom petals. They looked painfully like his own state.

—“An urgent video conference was called the moment I got home, so I couldn’t pick up. Did something happen?”