Chapter 48

—”Haah, fuck. You’re so fucking slutty, so damn hot… Fuck, I’d give anything just to fuck an Omega like you once,” Taeju growled huskily over the line.

It was strange. Perhaps because he was accustomed only to Yu-gyeom’s restrained expressions and quiet groans, Kim Taeju’s raw, ragged panting pierced his eardrums and sent Rian’s heart pounding violently against his ribs.

“I-I feel like I’m… doing something bad. Hngh… If my hyung catches me doing this with you… hngh,” Rian choked out between ragged breaths.

—”Let’s keep it a secret, a secret between us. How far did you touch yourself? Did you stick a finger in your hole? You really have a pussy, don’t you? Huh? It’s not your asshole you’re touching, right?” Taeju pressed eagerly through the phone.

“Yeah… ah-hngh…” Rian whimpered in confession.

Kim Taeju drove Rian into a breathless frenzy. It felt as if Taeju were standing right before his eyes, pumping his cock furiously in his grip.

—”Fuck, you’re driving me crazy. How many fingers? How often do you jerk off?” Taeju demanded hoarsely.

This was the first time. Aside from Yu-gyeom, no one had ever spoken to Rian about his body like this.

Rian’s mind spiraled into chaos. His thoughts were in utter disarray, yet he could not understand why his body responded so shamelessly to pure animal instinct.

Guilt gripped him until his heart felt ready to burst. What if his brother opened the door and walked in? Yet, at the same time, he wondered how Kim Taeju was stroking his own cock right now.

Hesitating, Rian spoke into the receiver, “H-Hey…”

His vision blurred into a hazy haze. Lust seethed and boiled inside him. On the verge of boiling over completely, his body cast aside all reason and screamed to be heated even further.

Spreading the fleshy lips of his pussy apart, Rian thrust a finger deep inside.

“Hngh, I-I put a finger inside…” Rian whimpered softly.

—”How is it? Is it warm? Can you… can you pretend it’s my dick?” Taeju panted over the phone.

Tossing his head against the pillow, Rian cried out, “Hngh, no… Ah-hngh… ah! Ah!”

Taeju stroked himself frantically, groaning into the speaker, —”Haah, fuck. Kwon Rian. You’re so fucking sexy. I’ll eat your pussy out. Yeah. Just imagine I’m licking your pussy like crazy right now, Rian.” His voice sounded like the whispering of a devil. Even though Rian wanted to resist, it was so intoxicatingly sweet that he spread his legs wide and let out a thick, ragged moan.

Weeping in delirium, Rian pleaded into the microphone, “Haa-ngh, Rian’s pussy… hngh, haangh! L-Lick it, suck it for me…”

—”Slurp, lick, schlick…” Taeju made obscene sucking noises into the receiver.

The wet, lewd sounds of Kim Taeju’s sloppy salivating carried clearly through the receiver.

* * *

Yu-gyeom could not help but feel concerned about Rian tonight. Though he had tried to gloss over the childhood trauma, that earlier scene must have still come as quite a shock to the boy.

“Still, what can be done? It’s already in the past,” Yu-gyeom muttered to himself.

Clicking his tongue as if brushing it aside, Yu-gyeom finished folding the laundry taken from the dryer. Though the night was deep, chores still remained. Once he finished sorting these clothes, he needed to prep Rian’s breakfast for the morning and head upstairs to tuck Rian under the covers.

Though Rian was now a fully grown adult, to Yu-gyeom, he still seemed like a fragile child, forever frozen at the tender age of that gruesome day in their past.

Yu-gyeom hummed softly under his breath, “Hmm…”

A potent scent of Rian’s Omega pheromones wafted from the laundry. No matter how much fabric softener he poured in, Rian’s pheromones proved overwhelming—a fragrance like sweet strawberries steeped in heavy sugar.

It was intoxicating enough to drive an Alpha mad, pooling saliva beneath his tongue and triggering a burst of dopamine. Groaning softly, Yu-gyeom picked up a pair of Rian’s briefs. The white cotton underwear reeked intoxicatingly of the Omega’s wet juices.

“Fuck… this is driving me insane,” Yu-gyeom muttered under his breath.

Without hesitation, he buried his nose in the underwear. The lingering Omega scent seeped deep into his lungs, making his cock surge with an instant erection. His heart pounded fiercely, and a lightheaded rush spun through him like a deflating balloon whirling inside his chest. A sweet, languid warmth loosened his limbs. Feeling the sudden urge to ejaculate washing over him in seconds, Yu-gyeom cast a glance upstairs toward the second floor, then unzipped his trousers.

With a heavy bounce, his cock sprang free. The engorged, flushed shaft bobbed thickly, already leaking a steady stream of pre-cum from the tip.

Standing silently in the doorway, Yu-gyeom murmured to the empty room, “What a dilemma… The baby is asleep tonight.”

He had no choice but to take care of it himself. Leaning back deeply into the sofa, he wrapped his cock in Rian’s freshly washed briefs.

“Haah…” Yu-gyeom exhaled a heavy breath.

A rapturous heat washed over Yu-gyeom’s composed, elegant face. A low, guttural groan rumbled past his parted red lips. Masturbating like a pervert with Rian’s underwear in hand felt absurd even to himself, but he was not so shameless as to force himself on a boy currently lying in bed from shock.

Yet, no matter how soft the cotton fabric felt, could it ever compare to the inside of Rian’s pussy?

Grasping his cock through the fabric and stroking himself, the skin of his shaft flushed crimson against the friction. It was far more stimulating than he expected. He could feel the slight roughness of the fabric rubbing against the sensitive flesh.

Yu-gyeom quickened the pace of his hand. The muscles in his thighs pulled taut, and his testicles drew tight and swollen, feeling as if they might burst.

He imagined parting Rian’s secret cleft and thrusting his cock deep into that twitching pussy. The Omega pheromones lingering on the briefs soaked into his shaft, fiercely stimulating Yu-gyeom’s scent glands.

“Ugh,” Yu-gyeom grunted through clenched teeth.

Climax arrived swiftly. The moment his low groan tore through the silence of the dawn air and resonated across the living room, thick, copious ropes of semen surged forth, thoroughly drenching the underwear wrapped around his cock.

Whenever Yu-gyeom masturbated while thinking of Rian like this, spilling his thick Alpha seed, he would often find himself pondering the same thought.

When would be the right time to fill Rian’s flat belly with his seed and get him pregnant? A child resembling Rian would be adorable and lovely. If the child took after himself, they would be clever, if somewhat cunning.

Either way was fine with him.

Yu-gyeom wiped his sticky fingers against the semen-soaked underwear. Just then, sensing the pheromones growing strangely intense, he tilted his head. To be precise, it was not his own Alpha scent, but an Omega’s. Kwon Rian’s pheromones were lapping through the living room like undulating waves. Or was he imagining it?

Looking up, Yu-gyeom murmured, “From the second floor…?”

The boy should be sound asleep, so why were Omega pheromones pouring down from the second floor like a mad deluge? Sensing something amiss, Yu-gyeom slowly rose from the sofa and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.

* * *

“I-I want to stop… haah, hngh…” Rian whimpered, his breath hitching under the sheets.

At that very moment, Rian felt as though he might die. His pussy was rubbed completely raw, to the point where sensation had gone numb. He had leaked so many pheromones and so much fluid had gushed out—like an open tap—that the bedsheet beneath him was thoroughly soaked.

Even so, Rian could not reach orgasm. He had tried to get there, but strangely, it wouldn’t happen. Though Kim Taeju’s groans over the phone and his loud, filthy talk aroused his lower body, Rian simply could not cross over into climax.

—”Just thrust your fingers in deeper, huh? I told you to switch to video call. I’ll show you how I’d eat your pussy,” Taeju urged eagerly through the phone.

“N-No. You keep talking like that, you sound like a real pervert. I’m going to hang up,” Rian protested, his voice shaking.

—”Haah, Rian. Are you really trying to drive me insane? Then just let me see your pussy once,” Taeju pleaded hoarsely over the line.

Unbelievable. I thought well of him because he acted worried, but he’s nothing more than a pervert.

Rian rubbed the lubricating fluid over his swollen, inflamed pussy. What on earth was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he feel it? His pussy ached with a maddening itch inside, yet it felt entirely different from when he was with Yu-gyeom. In fact, even when masturbating alone, he had always been able to reach climax before. He scrambled to end the call, whispering hurriedly, “I’m hanging up now. I think hyung is coming.”

His hushed voice trembled faintly. Terrified that his brother might catch him, Rian had pulled the blanket tightly over his head, leaving his entire body drenched in sweat. Between the clammy discomfort and the stinging ache from rubbing his crotch raw, he realized this was an utter mistake.

The feverish arousal that had consumed him rapidly cooled. Suddenly, he missed his brother, and Kim Taeju’s relentless persistence had begun to feel a little frightening.

“I’m hanging up. See you tomor—huh?” Rian whispered, freezing mid-sentence.