Chapter 21

Rian was utterly adorable. Having Rian by his side made Yu-gyeom feel as though his entire world were complete. Yu-gyeom could not live without him. Only Rian represented his safest, most tranquil haven of happiness.

“Rian, you know… I always want to slide inside this hole. Think of how comfortable it would be,” Yu-gyeom whispered.

Even if he spouted such insane nonsense, Kwon Rian would surely take it as his entire world. He stared blankly at his own dilated rear opening reflected in the glass.

Shivering uncontrollably, Rian murmured under his breath, “It’s… it’s so strange, heut.”

Dried tears crusted over his pale, exhausted face as he stared at his dilated anus in dazed contemplation.

At that, Yu-gyeom gave a low snicker.

“That’s it, good boy. Who made you like this, Rian? Who else could ever make you feel this good?” Yu-gyeom asked playfully.

Whenever their intimate encounters drew to a close, Yu-gyeom always coaxed these answers out of Rian.

Nuzzling against his shoulder, Rian mumbled softly, “Hyung… Yu-gyeom-hyung makes me happy. Nngh, I love it…”

Rian turned his head and pressed a sweet, smacking kiss to Yu-gyeom’s lips. Tasting Kwon Rian’s lingering pheromones smeared against his mouth, Yu-gyeom felt thoroughly pleased.

“But hyung… why don’t you ever… put it inside me?” Rian asked hesitantly.

Yu-gyeom offered a nonchalant shrug. “Who knows?”

“Do you… do you not like doing that with me, Hyung?” Rian asked, his voice wavering.

Having finally regained some composure, Rian brought his hazy gaze into focus and watched Yu-gyeom in the mirror. Still holding Rian firmly in his embrace, Yu-gyeom was busy admiring the boy’s fluttering rear opening.

“Does it seem that way to you?” Yu-gyeom countered with a faint smile.

“…How can you hold back? I—I’m an Omega,” Rian murmured, looking down.

Gently caressing his flushed jawline, Yu-gyeom replied smoothly, “Because I’m your hyung, I hold back. I have to protect you.”

Pouting, he let his voice trail off, “I thought you just didn’t like sleeping with me…”

Rian let his disappointment show. Finding the pout adorable, Yu-gyeom gave his earlobe a tender nip before letting go.

“Rian, by the way…” Yu-gyeom began.

“Yeah…?” Rian asked, blinking.

Yu-gyeom smirked, asking in a teasing tone, “Are you done staring at your hole?”

“Huh?” Rian uttered in confusion.

Rian blinked round, startled eyes at Yu-gyeom, having failed to grasp what he meant. The corners of Yu-gyeom’s lips curled upward, a teasing amusement dancing across his face.

Yu-gyeom traced a slow finger down his inner thigh. “Because it seems to me you’ve been ogling what belongs to me for quite a while without paying a single cent.”

“…Yours? Th-This is mine. It’s my body…” Rian protested feebly.

“Rian. Who raised Rian?” Yu-gyeom asked softly.

Rian ducked his head, whispering in a tiny voice, “…Hyung did.”

Yu-gyeom tilted his chin upward. “Right. Then who do you belong to?”

“…Yu-gyeom-hyung’s,” Rian murmured, looking down.

“Good boy. So should you ever be careless with your body, or not?” Yu-gyeom pressed gently.

Rian hesitated for a moment. He had never once thrown his body around carelessly, despite what Yu-gyeom claimed. Yet Yu-gyeom was reacting with this extreme sensitivity solely because Kim Taeju had draped an arm over his shoulder that afternoon. Rian had no desire to provoke Yu-gyeom any further.

“No. I belong to Hyung,” Rian answered dutifully.

“That’s my pretty boy,” Yu-gyeom praised him warmly.

Rian loved this. The praise, the warm touches—through Yu-gyeom, Rian had come to realize that even without parents, he could still be cherished and loved by someone. For Rian, this was the only way he knew how to be loved.

* * *

“Haak, fuck, fuck! Ah, shit, cumming…!” Taeju cursed between ragged breaths.

In the darkness, Kim Taeju was furiously stroking his cock while staring at a photo displayed on his phone screen. Drenched in sweat, he was already spilling his seed for the third time tonight.

“Holy fuck, that little bitch is gonna kill me. Heu… Haa, that fucking Omega scent,” Taeju groaned through gritted teeth.

It had been a long time since he had masturbated like this. To be precise, Kim Taeju had been in this state ever since he slung his arm over Kwon Rian’s shoulders that afternoon.

The instant he draped his arm around Rian’s shoulders, he had caught the pungent, intoxicating scent of pussy billowing from him. Because Kwon Rian had instinctively released it the moment he laid eyes on Yu-gyeom, the aroma was overwhelmingly thick and intense. Standing right next to him, there was no way Taeju could have missed it.

As an anomaly among his peers, Kim Taeju had recently begun sensing strange changes in his body. Having spent an entire sluggish year caught in the middle of manifesting as an Alpha, he had spent the vast majority of his days living essentially as a Beta.

Yet ever since meeting Kwon Rian, his Alpha indicators had risen inexplicably. Whenever he stuck close to Kwon Rian in particular, Taeju felt a sudden surge of Alpha pheromones flooding his entire system. And the only Omega scent he had ever been able to detect was Kwon Rian’s.

An Alpha unable to catch an Omega’s pheromone scent—normally speaking, that was precisely what Kim Taeju was. If an Alpha couldn’t smell an Omega, what earthly use was he as an Alpha? Having manifested with traits bordering on recessive, lingering in such an ambiguous, half-baked state had always been an immense source of stress for Taeju.

Yet Rian was different. Was it because Rian had only recently manifested as an Omega? Whenever Taeju stood beside Rian—a boy wrapped in such an overwhelmingly dense, lewd pheromone scent—Rian’s scent jolted Taeju’s volatile Alpha traits wide awake. It drove Taeju nearly mad. At the same time, an uneasy irritation gnawed at him, knowing Rian was something he couldn’t easily seize in his grasp. Was it all because of that damn hyung hovering over him?

At first, Rian’s presence hadn’t weighed on his mind so heavily. The real trouble started as they began spending more time together under the excuse of their university club.

Whenever Kim Taeju was near Kwon Rian, the scent of arousal juices radiating from the boy made his cock feel as though it would burst, driving Taeju to the brink of madness. Unable to shake that feverish intoxication, Taeju was currently staring at Rian’s face in his messenger profile picture, furiously jerking off alone in his room.

Panting heavily into the damp air, Taeju groaned, “Fuck, Kwon Rian. Heut, haah… That fucking hole…”

I want to smell Kwon Rian’s hole. The mere thought sent a dizzying rush to Taeju’s head.

Looking at Rian’s youthful face, rosy lips, and light-pigmented eyes stirred a bizarre sensation within him. It felt, in a way, as though he were coveting something strictly forbidden. Even though an Alpha masturbating while ogling an Omega was hardly abnormal, Taeju felt an uncanny prick of guilt, as if committing a grave offense.

Why? Why the hell…? Just what is this bastard to me?

“Hngh, fuck, Rian… Haah, ugh,” Taeju grunted through clenched teeth.

As Kim Taeju relentlessly pumped his thick, dark-red cock ridged with bulging veins, a trail of pre-cum and semen leaking from the glans smeared across the back of his hand.

A conflicting clash of pleasure and self-loathing washed over him. He felt utterly pathetic, holed up in the corner of his room like a depraved pervert, beating his meat to a photograph.

Heaving ragged breaths, Kim Taeju hurled his phone away in disgust. He glared down at the device, which struck the nearby wall with a dull thud before clattering to the floor.

Taeju cursed under his breath, “Phoo, so fucking annoying.”

Just once. Not his face, but that bastard’s crotch—Taeju wanted to see it just once. Beneath that pretty face, he burned to know what lay hidden inside those tightly drawn briefs. Rumor had it that Omegas generally had small dicks and pink rear holes that looked obscenely lewd. What would Kwon Rian look like? How much wetness would gush from that rear pussy of his?

“Aaaargh!” Taeju roared in frustration.

Shouting aloud, Kim Taeju yanked the quilt over his head. He couldn’t stop picturing Kwon Rian’s naked body. The sheer fantasy of pinning the boy face-down and ramming his cock into that twitching rear hole drove him half-mad. Panting heavily, Taeju threw the blanket back off and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Crazy bastard,” Taeju cursed at himself.

Yes, he was losing his goddamn mind.

“So what? What the hell am I going to do about it?” Taeju muttered bitterly. “What, pull down his pants while he’s taking a piss and ogle his ass?”

He was rambling complete and utter nonsense.

“Ha, as if he’d ever welcome that, fuck,” Taeju sneered.

The boy would freak out and run for his life.

“So what if I am…?” Taeju grumbled. “Isn’t it only natural for an Alpha to be curious about an Omega? I’m an Alpha. Yeah, I’m an Alpha, damn it.”

He attempted to justify his filthy desires. This is just a normal physiological reaction, an Alpha naturally drawn to an Omega.

Something seemed to hover across the ceiling. It was Kwon Rian’s rear hole.

“Holy fuck. Am I actually losing my mind?” Taeju groaned aloud.

Kim Taeju bolted upright in bed. He dug his fingers into his hair, mussing the back of his head with rough scratches as he exhaled a heavy breath. He had to face reality now.

“Fine, if I could just see Kwon Rian’s rear pussy once, I’d have nothing left to wish for. Fuck,” Taeju swore.

Yeah, that was his wish for the year.