Chapter 28

Stumbling back in surprise, Rian cried out, “Ugh!”

The moment Kim Taeju was shown to the restroom, he threw the door open, grabbed Rian firmly by the wrist, and hauled him inside. Taeju then hurriedly shut the door behind them.

Having been dragged inside so abruptly, Rian stared at Taeju with wide, startled eyes. He almost screamed on reflex, but choked the sound down into a hushed whisper.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rian asked.

Taeju raked a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath, “Haa… hey…” Kim Taeju’s face was flushed bright red. He drew in a deep breath as if trying to steady his ragged respiration. Ruffling his own hair roughly with one hand, Taeju fixed Rian in place with a sharp, hostile glare.

Cornered in the small space, Rian cowered back. He had done nothing wrong, so he could not fathom why he was being subjected to this after merely following Taeju out. Yet Taeju was acting so volatile and on edge that Rian dared not utter a single peep.

After a brief moment, Rian wondered if Taeju had calmed down enough. Reaching quietly for the doorknob to leave, Rian froze as Taeju glared at him once more. Within those icy, menacing pupils swirled a chaotic tangle of bizarre, conflicting emotions.

“Hey,” Taeju called out.

“Huh? Ah… I-I was just going to leave,” Rian stammered.

Taeju leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on him. “That hyung of yours.”

“…What?” Rian asked, taken aback.

Taeju spat bitterly, “He’s fucking vulgar.”

“What?” Rian asked in disbelief.

The unexpected insult caught Rian entirely off guard. Wondering if his ears had deceived him, Rian blinked his wide, round eyes and looked up at Taeju. In doing so, Rian’s gaze appeared strangely languid.

“Ugh, fuck,” Taeju cursed under his breath.

Taeju spat the curse with venomous irritation. Intimidated by the coarse profanity and the sudden, suffocating pressure rolling off Taeju, Rian drew his slender shoulders in and curled inward.

Rian desperately wished Yu-gyeom would come looking for him, yet simultaneously dreaded being caught alone with Taeju, terrified of the punishment that would surely follow.

Wondering what on earth could possibly be going through that small head as Rian rolled his eyes anxiously, Kim Taeju tilted his head to the side, then closed the distance until their bodies pressed flush together.

“Hey, Kwon Rian,” Taeju called in a low murmur.

“Y-Yes? C-Could you please… step back…?” Rian pleaded meekly.

Taeju took a slow step closer. “I saw earlier.”

“Saw… what?” Rian asked, his voice wavering.

“I saw your hyung fondling your thigh,” Taeju stated flatly.

“Ah, th-that was just…” Rian faltered, unable to finish his sentence.

Even without this confrontation, Rian’s lower body was already damp from Yu-gyeom caressing his thighs earlier. His underwear, already damp from Yu-gyeom teasing inside them back in the bedroom, had become utterly soaked through. Could Kim Taeju have noticed even that?

Rian could not meet Taeju’s gaze. He averted his eyes as though he had committed some shameful crime.

Seeing such a guilty reaction, Taeju pressed in even closer. As their bodies locked flush against one another, Taeju’s heavily swollen, engorged cock prodded near Rian’s navel through his trousers. Stealing a glance down at the rigid outline pressed against him, Rian swallowed hard. By sheer instinct, Rian knew that Kim Taeju was lusting after him.

“Please back away,” Rian pleaded.

“Don’t want to,” Taeju refused flatly.

“Why are you doing this?” Rian demanded.

“I wonder—why do you think I’m doing this? You’ve been dripping pheromones all over the place ever since your hyung started groping you. Trying to seduce me, weren’t you?” Taeju sneered.

“…What?” Rian breathed in shock.

Seduce him?

Such a thought had never once crossed Rian’s mind.

In a slow, insidious drawl, he murmured, “So what you’re doing is…”

Taeju drew in even closer, deliberately grinding his swollen crotch against Rian’s navel. Rian shrank back as far as he could. He tried to shove Taeju away with his hands, but the thought of the unfamiliar sensation that would greet his palms froze him in place.

Rian had never seen or touched anyone’s private parts other than Yu-gyeom’s.

“L-Listen, this feels weird. Please step back…” Rian begged, his voice trembling.

Rian pleaded with pathetic, tearful eyes, but that helplessness only stimulated Taeju all the more.

“You’re telling me your hyung’s touch gets your pussy dripping wet? Just look at you,” Taeju provoked crudely.

“No, that’s not true!” Rian protested.

Taeju sneered with a scoff. “The whole house is thick with your pheromones. Wasn’t that meant to tempt me? It’s not like you’re trying to seduce your own hyung, right?”

“What?!” Rian cried out in shock.

Taeju smirked down at him. “Why look so shocked?”

“N-No, it’s not that,” Rian stammered.

Rian choked back his breath once more. He could never let anyone discover the true nature of his relationship with his brother. Meanwhile, Kim Taeju stared intently at Rian’s blotchy, feverishly flushed face.

Taeju had found Rian grating at first, but seeing how his own Alpha pheromones surged wildly whenever he faced this body, Taeju wondered if they were exceptionally compatible after all. The thought made Rian seem almost cute.

“Hey, I’ve got a favor to ask,” Taeju proposed.

“…What is it? I want to go back outside,” Rian muttered uneasily.

“Do me this favor, and I’ll let you out,” Taeju offered.

“What is it? Hyung is going to come looking for me,” Rian pressed anxiously.

“Well, you see…” Taeju began.

Licking his lips, Kim Taeju dipped his head and whispered directly into Rian’s ear.

“Can’t you pull down your panties and show me your hole just once?” Taeju murmured huskily.

“…!” Rian choked, his eyes widening in horror.

“They say male Omegas don’t even have hair on their dicks. I’m just fucking curious, that’s all,” Taeju pressed shamelessly.

“N-No!” Rian cried out in terror.

Terrified out of his wits, Rian curled his body tightly inward. His face flushed scarlet as if it might burst. Rian had never exposed his lower half to anyone other than Yu-gyeom. No one besides Yu-gyeom knew the intimate secrets concealed within his underwear.

Yu-gyeom’s past warnings echoed in Rian’s mind—that not all male Omegas possessed female genitalia, and that having one like Rian did was an exceptionally rare condition, so he had to be exceedingly careful.

Rian, you must never show your pussy to anyone. If people ever see this, they’ll mock you and call you a freak.

A freak?

Yes. An Omega with a pussy is an anomaly, so society often shuns and ostracizes them. Even to your own eyes… it looks obscenely lewd, doesn’t it?

What about y-you, hyung? …Do you really hate looking at my female parts?

No, of course not. I could never hate it. I love every single strand of your hair. Even if the rest of the world finds it bizarre, to me, you are utterly precious.

Ever since Yu-gyeom had warned him that Omegas with female genitals were discriminated against or treated as circus freaks reduced to mere vulgar entertainment, Rian had never spoken to anyone about his body. The crude laughter of his friends whenever they gossiped about seeing a male Omega’s pussy in porn only reinforced that terror. Thus, adhering strictly to his brother’s guidance, Rian had only ever revealed that he was a late-awakened Omega.

Conversely, Rian could not help but depend entirely on Yu-gyeom, who cherished and adored him unconditionally regardless of his body’s anatomy. No one other than Yu-gyeom was ever permitted to gaze upon his pussy. If Kim Taeju found out and spread rumors among their classmates…

Rian glared at him, snapping sharply, “No! Stop talking like a pervert.” He glared daggers at Kim Taeju. Seeing Rian put up such an iron wall of open hostility, Taeju scowled in irritation. He had never expected such fierce resistance.

Taeju was an Alpha himself, after all. Weren’t Omegas supposed to go crazy over an Alpha’s pheromones? Yet this was completely bizarre. While Kim Taeju was intensely drawn to Kwon Rian’s pheromones, Rian seemed entirely unaffected by Taeju’s presence.

Perhaps that very rejection provoked Kim Taeju all the more. Kwon Rian’s scent was the only Omega fragrance that had ever stirred a reaction from Taeju’s body. The thought crossed Taeju’s mind that Rian’s pheromones might finally bring his prolonged, agonizing manifestation period to an end.