Chapter 32

Yet Gye Do-hyeop’s fragrance was so intoxicating that the more he inhaled, the faster his heart fluttered with sweet, thrilling ache. Living in this residence for the past few days, he had yearned for that scent as it gradually faded. Dried flower petals steeped in rich musk. Heavy, worn leather. That smooth, bewitching aroma coaxed the body he had guarded in celibacy to heat into sweet surrender. And so, despite it being his first time, the fall was effortless.

Tap, tap. Do-hyeop tapped his index finger twice against Geum Seoul’s languidly flushed cheek.

“Pull yourself together. I’m going to fuck you inside out starting right now.”

“W-why?” Seoul asked.

The man replied bluntly, “Because I’m hard. And so are you.”

The reasoning was brutally simple.

Whoosh.

“Ah!”

Just as his hips were hoisted from the floor, his back met the leather of the sofa. Much like Gye Do-hyeop had sprawled languidly earlier, Geum Seoul now lay nestled upon the cushions. Yet before his toes could even brush the carpet, Do-hyeop seized his waistband and stripped the shorts clean off. Though Seoul’s eyes widened with deep creases forming in his lids, Do-hyeop was busy wetting his own lips while taking in the disheveled body beneath him.

Geum Seoul was pristine. Pale ivory all over, accented with delicate pink. His rumpled white T-shirt had ridden up during the scuffle, exposing a neat navel and a flat, pale belly, while his groin carried only a tender rosy glow, devoid of coarse hair.

“Ha, unbelievable,” Do-hyeop muttered.

Even the erect member rising proudly beneath was nothing short of a succulent peach. Plump, fully sheathed in soft foreskin, with only the slightly glistening tip peeking out. Uncircumcised. In fact, calling it a cock felt wrong—it looked more like a sweet little blossom. Measuring nearly a span in length, it was flawlessly white and pink, shockingly pretty.

As Do-hyeop appraised him, the youth grew mortified beneath that predatory gaze, his ripened skin flushing crimson as he squirmed and curled inward. Though the exposed flesh retreated behind raised knees, that only worked to Do-hyeop’s advantage. Pressing firmly behind the boy’s knees to fold his hips back, Do-hyeop settled himself between his thighs at the edge of the sofa.

“I’m going to lick your entrance clean, so let’s see how much thicker those pheromones get.”

“Y-yes?” Seoul cried in confusion. “What?”

The man said smoothly, “Yeah. I like obedient bastards who answer promptly. I only keep people like that around me at work.”

A startled cry slipped out as Seoul’s head jerked, yet Do-hyeop responded nonchalantly while rubbing his thumb across the perineum. Whore-like, glistening with wetness after just a bit of petting.

He had known the boy was lovely before stripping him, but seeing him laid bare was breathtaking. Beneath the scrotum nestled against the base of his shaft, the flush deepened from the perineum onward, culminating in a vibrant rosy hue where the tight folds gathered. The pale buttocks were already mottled with faint red fingerprints from being kneaded earlier through his clothes.

“Haa… ah!”

Geum Seoul squeezed his eyes shut and kicked his feet frantically. The man’s lips had truly pressed right against his hole. The searing puff of hot breath alone was dizzying enough, but as that slick, scorching tongue began to gently probe the entrance, a sharp stinging ache traveled up the bridge of his nose, sending reverberations straight to his crown.

“Ngh! It’s, it’s strange!” Seoul cried, shaking his head. “Down there, ah!”

Unable to scratch the leather upholstery, Geum Seoul clutched the hem of his innocent T-shirt and thrashed his head from side to side. Yet with his hips folded back, his view was trapped by his own knees, the ceiling impossibly distant. As he arched his throat and panted with parted lips, the tongue pressed more ruthlessly against the tight, quivering flesh, prying it open.

Geum Seoul cried out as his back arched, “Hng, ah!”

While the arches of Geum Seoul’s feet flexed and curled in agony, Do-hyeop spread one side of the entrance with his thumb and thrust his tongue into the opening. Characteristic of an aroused omega, the eager body throbbed and swallowed his tongue down. A heavy, intoxicating ache tightened the back of Do-hyeop’s neck as raw lust surged.

“Haa… ah! It feels… strange… like I need to… pee… ah…”

Do-hyeop chuckled against his damp flesh, “Yeah. It’s not piss.”

“Ngh!” Seoul whimpered.

Barely able to struggle, Geum Seoul’s whimpering cries only blackened Do-hyeop’s desires further. Quite apart from wanting to impale him with his cock, he wanted to suck this sweet hole endlessly. He felt like burying his face there and drinking down the nectar in place of water.

When Do-hyeop parted his lips wider to nip and press his tongue flat against the flesh, the sharp cartilage of his nose pressed into Geum Seoul’s perineum. Sucking sloppily with wet, smacking noises, he drove Geum Seoul into screaming ecstasy. Seoul’s shins kicked wildly through the air, yet Do-hyeop’s grip on his lower thighs never slackened, keeping him pinned in place.

“Ah, haaa… ah!”

Drip, drip.

In an instant, the thumb prying at the entrance was gripped by a sudden, fierce constriction. The passage was clamping down tight. Having strained his tongue to the point that his jaw ached, Do-hyeop finally pulled his face back.

Do-hyeop complained bluntly, “Hey. I haven’t even been at it for five minutes.”

“The… pheromones… please… just a little… ngh…” Seoul wept.

“Quit making fucking excuses. It’s not because of that.”

Geum Seoul was sobbing, his face flushed vivid scarlet. From the tears trailing past his temples, a few cloudy crystallized gems clung to his strands of hair, while thin semen was splattered across his cheeks, eyelashes, and lips. How is he this easy? A premature ejaculator? Coming all over his own face from just a bit of oral petting and sobbing like a child pressed relentlessly on Do-hyeop’s urge to conquer. He exhaled a long breath, not out of leisure, but as the thick muscles of his jaw knotted and relaxed.

“Doing everything you can to seduce me… huh?” Do-hyeop murmured mockingly.

Geum Seoul shook his head in shame. “Ngh, I’m sorry… it felt too… strange…”

Fluttering his wet lashes and gazing up in that indecent, folded posture, Geum Seoul squeezed his eyes shut again. Do-hyeop knew his own nose, mouth, and chin were thoroughly soaked. Yet since he was bound to get wet again anyway, his hand reached for Seoul’s cheek rather than his own jaw. Smearing the semen scattered across the boy’s brow, cheek, and chin onto his fingers, Do-hyeop casually brought it to his lips. Licking his finger like someone tasting sweet jam, he swallowed the milky fluid through parted lips.

“Ah! Don’t… please…”

Do-hyeop smirked, asking, “Don’t? I just ate you out completely down there, and you’re complaining about me tasting a bit of cum?”

“That’s… not it… it’s just… dirty…”

Geum Seoul was far beyond coherent thought. His body burned as though ablaze from his tingling back to his throbbing head, and just as the man said, the thickened pheromones were making his vision tilt. The boundary between right and wrong grew hazy, and the carnal lust thrilling his abdomen swelled softly under the influence of the sweet scent.

“Meaning I should shut my mouth and keep licking your hole, right?” Do-hyeop murmured in rough amusement.

“No, ah! Ha-ah!”

He had to give the boy what he asked for. Aware that Seoul had no choice in the matter, Do-hyeop feigned sadness with drooping brows as though coerced, and buried his mouth into the entrance once more. This time, releasing the boy’s knees, he used both thumbs to pry the pulsing rim wider, driving his tongue deep and flicking it rhythmically. Geum Seoul convulsed, gasping in breathless sobs, while Do-hyeop latched on and lapped at his core like a starving beast.

Squelch—squelch.

In the living room bathed in the chill of the air conditioner, Geum Seoul wept aloud on the sofa, his body trembling for ten unbroken minutes. Having climaxed three times from oral stimulation alone, he shuddered faintly around his lower abdomen, dribbling watery fluid in pathetic spurts. Draping just enough pheromones to keep him pliable, Do-hyeop rubbed his face against Seoul’s groin, finally lifting his head with his cheeks glistening wet.

“Seoul. Look at this,” Do-hyeop coaxed lazily. “After licking it so thoroughly, two fingers slide right in without resistance. Want to see? I can even scissor them inside.”

“Hng… no… I don’t want to see…” the boy wept.

Geum Seoul was barely clinging to his senses. His body was so overheated that he lay panting with completely dazed eyes, looking like someone who had endured two hours in a boiling sauna.

In contrast, Gye Do-hyeop’s vision remained sharp. Partly due to having received excessive hormone-suppressing injections over the past few days, but also because Geum Seoul’s presence was so delicate. While the pheromones were somewhat richer than usual, they weren’t concentrated enough to snap an alpha’s sanity, allowing Do-hyeop to claim Geum Seoul with total, lucid composure. Licking his core, sliding fingers inside, and scraping the sensitive inner walls were all done in sober indulgence.

“Ah, haaa! There… ngh… Deputy Director, ah!”

Bracing his feet against the sofa cushions, Geum Seoul lifted his hips in trembling spasms, gasping as each shudder overtook him. Gye Do-hyeop splayed a broad palm to pin down the young man’s lower abdomen, working his hand with forceful thrusts. Every time his two fingers drove deep into the writhing inner passage and drew back out, the tight walls clamped down as if in futile resistance, stoking his lust like fire climbing a dry wick.

“There? Where the fuck is ‘there’?” Gye Do-hyeop demanded with a harsh chuckle. “You think I can find it without an address, damn it?”

“Y-yes… What? Th-there… ah, ngh!” Geum Seoul cried, shaking his head in frantic disarray at the man’s feigned ignorance.

Gye Do-hyeop smirked down at him. “Yeah, fine. I don’t need an address to find it anyway. You want me raking right here, don’t you? You’ve already soaked my wrist and dripped all over the sofa—how the hell could I miss it?”

Weeping so much clear arousal, Geum Seoul was like a fruit heavy with sweet nectar, ripening to bursting. A single prod would send juice spilling everywhere. Thrusting his fingers deep inside, Gye Do-hyeop loosely encircled Geum Seoul’s pale shaft with his free hand. Swollen from repeated arousal, the feverish heat twined against his palm.

Always concealed unless someone peeled it back by hand, the foreskin slid downward under a gentle tug, exposing the swollen crimson tip. Ah. At that alone, Geum Seoul’s thighs seized in tremors as he shielded his face, panting raggedly. His lower abdomen heaved. Craving nothing more than to plunge his own cock straight into that taut belly, Gye Do-hyeop took the clean, hairless tip into his mouth.

“Ah!” Seoul cried out.

A wet squelch echoed once, then again. Gye Do-hyeop drove his fingers deep into the opening with sharp snaps of his wrist, making Geum Seoul clamp his buttocks rigid as choked cries tore from his throat. The back of his head dragged against the leather cushions as he arched his neck, but the harder he tensed, the more acutely he felt the fingers thrusting within him, leaving him gasping for air within seconds.