Chapter 12

“Team Leader, a video conference?” Sun-woo asked.

Yu-gyeom was in an outside meeting today with an employee from his team. Claiming that the ongoing project required Yu-gyeom’s input, the employee had deliberately traveled all the way to a spot near Yu-gyeom’s home. The team member, Sun-woo, was a man three years younger than Yu-gyeom. With his youthful, boyish looks, he seemed just like an Omega, but unexpectedly, he was a Beta.

Sitting across from him and looking at his laptop screen, Sun-woo had eavesdropped on Yu-gyeom’s phone call and posed the question the instant the call disconnected.

In truth, Yu-gyeom hadn’t answered the ringing phone even once throughout the entire meeting, deliberately letting calls go missed. Naturally, he hadn’t checked his messages either. And then, only after leaving the caller waiting for so long, had he finally picked up—going so far as to fabricate a lie about being in a video conference.

To spin such lies so nonchalantly in that gentle, affectionate tone—for a moment, Sun-woo felt as though he were under a hypnotic spell.

Yu-gyeom tilted his head, asking mildly, “What about it, Sun-woo?”

Removing his glasses, Yu-gyeom looked at Sun-woo with a faint, pleasant smile.

“You just said on the phone that you had to join a video conference,” Sun-woo replied. “Is that your lover?! Wow… Don’t tell me you’re playing hard to get?”

Listening quietly to Sun-woo’s excited chatter, Yu-gyeom tilted his head with an amused gaze.

“Why? Does it sound like a lover?” Yu-gyeom asked.

“Yes, totally a lover!” Sun-woo exclaimed. “You deliberately ignored his calls and messages, didn’t you? You’re playing hard to get like a real pro.”

“Ah, it’s not that,” Yu-gyeom replied.

Yu-gyeom brushed his hair back with a soft, dismissive chuckle.

Sun-woo considered Yu-gyeom his ultimate role model. Not only had Yu-gyeom risen to general manager of a major talent agency at a young age, but his innate Alpha traits also endowed him with an overwhelming presence and striking good looks. On top of that, his gentle, courteous manner of speech and polished disposition were more than enough to win anyone’s favor. Sun-woo merely regretted being a Beta. He stared blankly at Yu-gyeom, mesmerized by how effortless elegance seemed to emanate from even the man’s long, graceful fingers.

Hard to get? Yu-gyeom parted his lips with a serene, unruffled expression.

Yu-gyeom offered a faint, inscrutable smile. “More like a form of… discipline, perhaps.”

“Excuse me?” Sun-woo blinked in confusion.

“A cute little baby lives at my house,” Yu-gyeom explained smoothly.

“A-a baby?!” Sun-woo stammered, stunned. “D-don’t tell me you’re married?!”

Amused by Sun-woo’s wide-eyed shock, Yu-gyeom let out a soft snort of laughter and rose to his feet. He set the documents he had been holding down in front of Sun-woo.

“Please let me rest on my days off, Sun-woo.” Yu-gyeom’s tone hardened with icy finality. “Besides, eavesdropping on other people’s private calls is something only perverts do.”

“…” Sun-woo clamped his mouth shut, mortified.

“I’m heading out then,” Yu-gyeom stated.

“Ah, take care, Team Leader!” Sun-woo called out hastily.

A pervert…? Discipline?

Sun-woo could not take his eyes off Yu-gyeom’s retreating back as he exited the café. He can’t really be married… right?

* * *

A wave of exhaustion washed over Yu-gyeom. Having arrived late last night and cared for Rian until dawn, he hadn’t managed to get nearly enough sleep. Returning home, Yu-gyeom intended to catch a quick nap before going to pick Rian up.

Yet, an unexpected problem arose.

Stepping into Rian’s bedroom and lying down on his bed, the scent of Rian’s pheromones soaked into the duvet stimulated Yu-gyeom through and through. The sweet, fragrant pheromones felt as intoxicating as a sleeping draught, seeping deep into his flesh. But utterly drained, Yu-gyeom was just surrendering to his heavy eyelids when something caught his eye as he lay on his side.

It was a tiny scrap of crimson fabric.

“What is this…?” Yu-gyeom murmured.

Yu-gyeom reached out, tugging the scrap of cloth wedged tightly between the wall and the mattress.

“Ha, fuck…” Yu-gyeom cursed under his breath.

Yu-gyeom’s eyes ignited with dark, carnal hunger. The drowsiness vanished in an instant as he unfolded the item before his eyes.

Well, look at this. Such a wanton little thing…

It was a piece of lingerie Yu-gyeom had gifted Rian when the boy turned twenty. Smaller than a child’s palm, it was a pair of red, see-through thong panties. No matter how much Yu-gyeom had begged him to wear it just once, Rian had stubbornly refused—yet while Yu-gyeom was away on his business trip, had the boy put this on and staged a private strip show?

A slow smirk spread across Yu-gyeom’s lips. Lying flat on his back, he dangled the lingerie in midair. The afternoon sun filtering through the window illuminated the translucent lace panties.

“…Smells like Kwon Rian’s pussy,” Yu-gyeom growled.

Rian had clearly worn it and tossed it aside in haste. What could he have been doing all by himself while wearing this? Masturbating?

Sure enough, Rian’s pheromones radiated powerfully from the fabric. Yu-gyeom spread the thong wider, revealing the narrow triangular patch meant to cover the crotch—stained with dried, crusty traces of milky fluids.

Holding it suspended, Yu-gyeom let the panties slip from his fingers. The sheer red fabric settled directly over his face.

“Hnnh…” Yu-gyeom inhaled sharply.

Yu-gyeom’s chest rose and fell in heavy heaves. Pressing his nose flush against the panties soaked in Rian’s essence, he drew in long, deep breaths. The faint, musky tang of intimacy mingling with the intoxicatingly sweet pheromones sent an electrifying jolt straight through him. Over and over, he took shuddering gasps, letting the lewd aroma penetrate the deepest corners of his body.

“Haa… Kwon Rian…” Yu-gyeom groaned.

Kwon Rian always managed to shatter Yu-gyeom’s restraint like this. With that innocent, harmless face, he was a sex-crazed little fiend—his baby, his Omega, his lover, his everything.

An excruciatingly intense hunger surged through every fiber of Yu-gyeom’s being. The Omega scent was impossibly potent; even though Rian had left the house hours ago, his pheromones still saturated the panties to the brim.

Yu-gyeom unbuckled his trousers. Released from constraint, a thick, dark-crimson shaft sprang upward with a heavy thud.

His long hand wrapped around his cock. Yu-gyeom’s hands were pale and aristocratic. Standing at a commanding height of one hundred and ninety centimeters, his hands were exceptionally large, his fingers long and finely sculpted. Yet there was nothing delicate about them; his knuckles were rugged and substantial. Whenever Yu-gyeom thrust those thick fingers deep into Rian’s pussy to stir his insides, Rian would clamp down and milk them greedily—fluttering and clenching around him with lewd, twitching spasms.

Although Yu-gyeom’s hand was large enough to cup an entire cheek of Rian’s ass, he couldn’t completely enclose his own cock. His dick was simply that monstrous in size. His heavy balls were no different; packed full of dominant Alpha seed, they hung plump and tight, as if ready to burst at any second.

Yu-gyeom let out a ragged groan. Kwon Rian’s panties still covered his face. To an outsider, he would look like a depraved pervert, but Rian’s intoxicating pheromones were more than potent enough to drive him completely insane.

Exhaling a ragged breath, Yu-gyeom rasped, “Whew… Rian…”

Rian’s name tumbled from Yu-gyeom’s lips. Because he was never one to unleash vulgar, undisciplined cries, Yu-gyeom merely rolled low, guttural moans in the back of his throat. It sounded akin to the predatory rumble of a beast.

Yet his cock swelled engorged and furious, throbbing as if poised to ejaculate at any moment. Yu-gyeom pumped his hand vigorously up and down the rigid shaft. Pre-cum oozing in generous beads from the slit at the tip trickled down the length of his erection.

I need somewhere to bury this… Yu-gyeom craved the sweet, slick taste of Rian’s hole. But without Rian present, left with only his lingering scent, the burning agony of unfulfilled lust drove Yu-gyeom to absolute distraction.

Maybe I should have kept him home from school and pounded his pussy raw all day. The thought struck Yu-gyeom that it might have been better for both of them—and Rian likely would have enjoyed it far more.

Yu-gyeom envisioned spreading Rian’s plump ass cheeks, imagining the slick lubricating fluids gushing from the boy’s dripping wet cunt. He imagined those very juices soaking directly through the sheer panties plastered across his face.

Ah… At the thought, the aroma of the panties stained with Rian’s pussy fluids seemed to pierce his nostrils with electrifying intensity. An itch flared throughout his whole body. Heat flared, and the tip of his cock flared with lewd, twitching pulses.

His erection surged so rock-hard it felt ready to snap. Dragging Rian’s panties down from his face, Yu-gyeom wrapped the crimson fabric around his cock and stroked himself with fierce, punishing friction.

“Rian, haa… Fuck… Rian-ah… ngh!” Yu-gyeom panted.

Rian’s name poured unceasingly from Yu-gyeom’s lips alongside ragged, breathless groans. In that instant, the muscular contours of Yu-gyeom’s thighs locked into rigid, corded tension.

Spurt, spurt-spurt.

Thick ribbons of white semen roped violently over Yu-gyeom’s hand and the red panties gripping his cock. The volume was astronomical; the pearly fluid erupted in relentless torrents for several continuous seconds, thoroughly drenching his heavy balls in a lewd, sticky mess.

“Haa…” Yu-gyeom exhaled a long, shuddering breath.

Using Rian’s panties, Yu-gyeom wiped away the thick semen, smearing it into the crimson lace with slow, deliberate strokes.

With unfocused, languid eyes, Yu-gyeom stared up at the ceiling. He missed Rian to the point of madness. Locking the boy away seemed like the only true solution, but that would be far too inhumane.

His cock remained stubbornly erect, but the lethargy sweeping in behind the orgasm made him feel as though he were sinking through the mattress. There was still some time left before he had to pick Rian up.

Aching with wild yearning, Yu-gyeom draped Rian’s panties—now drenched in his own semen—back over his face like a sleeping mask. With the lace shrouding his features in a heady blend of his dominant Alpha scent and Rian’s Omega pheromones, Yu-gyeom curled onto his side and sank into deep slumber.

It was, in every sense, like the deep slumber of a chrysalis awaiting its metamorphosis—a transformation as perverse as it was serene.