Chapter 19

The inside of his pussy itched to the point of madness. Burning with frustration, Rian craved nothing more than for Yu-gyeom to shove thick fingers inside or gouge and scrape the depths of his passage with something rock-hard.

“Hyung, don’t… Hyung-ah, someone’s going to come… Hngh,” Rian pleaded in terror.

Slurp, squelch, suck.

Vulgar, squelching sounds unthinkable from the usually refined Yu-gyeom poured incessantly past his lips. Every time those lewd noises mingled with the ambient murmurs of the restaurant, Rian’s pleasure spiked with terrifying intensity.

Rian wished he could simply discard his humanity and become an animal. He wanted to strip naked and get down on all fours like a bitch in heat right here, letting Yu-gyeom’s massive cock ram into him over and over again.

Ah… But I’m human, aren’t I? How on earth am I supposed to control this lust?

Trapped between the toy churning inside his rear and his brother’s scalding mouth raking over his clitoris, Rian’s mind dissolved into a dizzying haze.

Yu-gyeom swallowed every drop of cunt juice and pheromones leaking from Rian’s pussy, acting as though letting a single drop spill would be an unforgivable waste.

His nose and mouth were completely soaked in juices, and a sweet, musky cloud of Omega pheromones billowed around them, but Yu-gyeom remained entirely indifferent to the mess.

Every time Yu-gyeom lapped up Rian’s slit or stiffened his tongue to probe the vaginal entrance, the tip of his nose brushed against Rian’s swollen clitoris. Yu-gyeom promptly ground his nose and lips against the boy’s folds, mashing his face into the dripping flesh.

Stimulated at both his clitoris and vaginal entrance at the same time, Rian felt his cock surge rock-hard as though about to erupt once more. Arching his hips high, he clenched his sphincter with desperate intensity; if he failed to hold on, he felt he would lose control and piss all over the restaurant floor.

Rian reached down in desperation, trying to push Yu-gyeom away. He tried shielding his crotch with his hands and tangled his fingers in Yu-gyeom’s hair to shove him back, but Yu-gyeom did not budge in the slightest. What on earth would he do if someone walked over?

It was a formal, upscale restaurant where elegant classical melodies played beneath soft, ambient lighting, and impeccably dressed diners held knives and forks, quietly conversing over wine.

Yet beneath the tablecloth of this secluded corner booth, such filthy, debauched depravity was underway.

In the end, Rian simply gave up. Yu-gyeom showed no sign of releasing him. Had the man completely forgotten that they were sitting in a public dining room?

“Hy-Hyung… S-Someone’s coming, hyung… Ah-heut,” Rian whimpered, clamping down on his moans.

Rian snapped his thighs shut in sheer terror, trapping Yu-gyeom’s face between his legs.

With Yu-gyeom’s warm face clamped against his inner thighs, Rian’s slit flooded with even more moisture. But that was the least of Rian’s concerns right now. Just across the floor, he spotted a waiter walking straight toward their table.

Their plates were mostly cleared and their wine glasses sat empty, so the waiter was clearly approaching to see if they required anything further.

Rian’s pupils quivered in absolute panic as cold sweat poured down his spine. His vision swam. No matter how hopelessly addicted to sex he was, he harbored not the slightest desire to advertise his intimate acts with his brother to the entire world, much less expose his wet pussy in a public venue. Trembling with unbearable dread, he silently prayed for the waiter to pass by their booth.

Yet as Rian had feared, the waiter strode straight toward them and came to a halt beside the table. Knowing that someone had been sitting across from Rian earlier, the server cast a puzzled glance at the vacant chair before returning his polite gaze to Rian.

The waiter bowed courteously. “Excuse me, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you? Would you like your wine refilled?”

Swallowing hard, Rian desperately clamped down on the moan clawing its way up his throat.

“Ah… th-that… No, haa, excuse me, that’s all right. I don’t need anything,” Rian stammered, fighting to steady his ragged breath.

Hesitating, the waiter asked, “Um… Excuse me, sir, but are you feeling unwell?”

“Pardon?” Rian stammered.

Beneath the table, the corners of Yu-gyeom’s mouth curled into a smirk. Four feet entered his line of sight—two belonging to Rian, and two belonging to the waiter. Mischief flared within Yu-gyeom, tempting him to seize the waiter by the ankles and yank him off his feet.

Even amidst that impulse, Yu-gyeom’s broad tongue never ceased working, lapping relentlessly over Rian’s cunt and keeping it dripping wet. Yu-gyeom watched Rian’s thighs quiver with electric spasms of pleasure. Rian’s hands repeatedly tried to shove Yu-gyeom’s head away, but Yu-gyeom caught the younger man’s slender wrists in a single grasp, pinning them with overwhelming strength so he could not budge an inch. Flustered beyond measure, Rian’s panic deepened.

The waiter stared intently down at Rian, taking in the young diner’s flushed face and unfocused, glazed gaze. The employee evidently assumed his customer was in physical distress. Because patrons occasionally suffered from indigestion, hyperventilation, or sudden fainting spells, the server kept his eyes glued to Rian.

And where on earth did that handsome gentleman sitting across from him just a moment ago disappear to?

“Sir?” the waiter prompted politely.

The waiter was unusually persistent. Rian felt a desperate urge to burst into tears. As he hung his head, silky brown locks spilled across his forehead, veiling his dazed, unfocused eyes. Dark shadows pooled beneath his damp, neatly fringed eyelashes.

Rian bit down hard on his lower lip. In the waiter’s eyes, beads of blood seemed ready to seep from this pretty guest’s gnawed mouth. The boy appeared to be holding something back with excruciating restraint.

With his chest heaving so violently, could he be having trouble breathing?

“Sir, are you truly all ri—” the waiter began.

Just as the waiter leaned forward to inspect Rian’s face more closely, Rian flinched in sheer shock, his elbow knocking sharply against the table.

“Ah!” Rian cried out in alarm.

Because of the sudden jolt, the knife resting beside Rian’s plate slipped over the edge and tumbled beneath the table.

The waiter nodded apologetically. “I’ll bring you a fresh one right away, sir.”

Startled by the unexpected accident, the waiter nevertheless maintained his professionalism and bent down to retrieve the utensil. In that frantic split second, Rian caught the waiter’s arm while speaking, nudging the fallen knife with his foot to kick it far away from beneath the table.

“Ah, I’m—I’m so sorry,” Rian stammered flusteredly.

“It’s quite all right, sir,” the waiter replied smoothly. “I’ll clear it away at once.”

“Ah, yes. But… more than that, I would really like to be left alone for a moment,” Rian pleaded softly.

The waiter gave a polite nod. “Certainly. Please press the call button whenever you require anything.”

Because Rian’s eyes held such desperate earnestness, the waiter hid his perplexity and turned away. He walked a few paces across the carpet, scooped up the kicked knife, and disappeared. Only then did Rian exhale a shuddering breath of relief. A cold chill traced his spine at the terrifying thought that the waiter had nearly caught Yu-gyeom crouched beneath the dining table, lapping at his cunt.

A man slurping an Omega’s female genitalia beneath a restaurant table—how chillingly scandalous was that?

By the time the waiter had retreated a good distance away, Yu-gyeom returned to his seat after finishing his wet, smacking feast on Rian’s pussy. Rian’s underwear, soaked through with fluid, had been pulled back into place, and his trouser zipper had been neatly fastened once more.

Settling back into his chair, Yu-gyeom fixed his gaze on Rian, glistening streaks of wanton love juice smeared shamelessly around his mouth. A smile tugged at Yu-gyeom’s lips, yet for a fleeting instant, Rian found something distinctly eerie in that grin.

Rian flushed a deep crimson. Rather than humiliation, an overwhelming rush of embarrassment and an uncanny, illicit thrill washed through his body. Down below, his slit still throbbed with an insatiable, electric itch.

Terrified though he had been that someone might uncover their lewd depravity, the moment Yu-gyeom actually returned to his seat, a sharp pang of regret bloomed in Rian’s chest.

Yu-gyeom used a cloth napkin to meticulously dab away the moisture from his lips.

“There’s really no dessert quite like that, Rian,” Yu-gyeom said smoothly.

Flustered by the suggestion, Rian stammered, “D-Dessert? Hyung, really…”

At Yu-gyeom’s teasing remark reducing his intimate parts to a mere after-dinner treat, Rian’s face crumpled into a helpless pout.

“It feels so sticky down there,” Rian muttered softly.

“What does it matter? I’ll wash you nice and clean once we get home,” Yu-gyeom promised smoothly.

Yu-gyeom tapped his fingertip affectionately against Rian’s cheek, his lips parting in an easy smile.

“How do you like it here?” Yu-gyeom asked.

Yu-gyeom took a sip of red wine, his demeanor calm and detached as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

“I like it… The atmosphere is lovely, and the food tastes wonderful too,” Rian answered.

“Indeed. The flavor is quite delicious,” Yu-gyeom murmured.

Echoing Rian’s words, Yu-gyeom let out a low chuckle. What on earth did the man mean tasted so good? Knowing all too well what his brother was truly referring to, a vivid blush swept across Rian’s cheeks.