Chapter 60

When Kim Taeju opened his eyes again, his body was tightly bound. In a bedroom illuminated only by the faint glow of an indirect lamp, Taeju slowly drifted back to consciousness.

Taeju struggled against his bonds, groaning past the duct tape, “Ugh…”

Where the fuck am I? Here… was I kidnapped? Insane…

He tried to move his lips to make a sound, but nothing came out. Taeju lowered his head to look down at himself. His limbs were bound fast to a chair, and with duct tape sealed firmly over his mouth, speaking was utterly out of the question.

Then, as his vision gradually came into focus, an astonishing sight entered his view—Kwon Rian.

On the bed, his eyes covered by a blindfold, Rian lay without a single stitch of clothing. Flooded with utter disbelief at the unfathomable sight, Taeju strained to force out his voice, but there was no way any sound could escape.

Kwon Rian? Kwon Rian! Rian tossed restlessly on the mattress, whining for his protector, “Hyung…”

Holy shit… that crazy bastard.

Kim Taeju’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. Kwon Rian was sprawled across the mattress, his fair skin completely exposed. From his naked body, stripped of even a pair of underwear, Omega pheromones poured out uncontrollably. Taeju’s cock grew instantly rock-hard.

Bathed in an overwhelming downpour of pheromones, Kim Taeju felt dizzy enough to lose consciousness. But the real shock lay elsewhere.

Taeju could see Rian’s genitals, thighs spread wide as arousal dripped incessantly from between them. It was a pussy.

Fuck… It’s a pussy. A real pussy… The very thing I dreamed of. To think Kwon Rian actually has one.

Saliva pooled thickly in Taeju’s mouth behind the adhesive tape. He wanted nothing more than to crawl over and lick that pussy right this second, but he could not budge an inch.

Squirming helplessly on the silk sheets, Rian whined, “Hyung, when are you coming in? It feels so stuffy… Nngh…”

The crazy bastard began caressing his own body while calling out for his brother. At that moment, Taeju nearly lost all sense of reason.

Rian’s pussy was angled right toward him. Smooth and hairless, the slit was swollen and flushed crimson, as though it had already been penetrated multiple times. The luscious, silky flesh glistened messily with a blend of love juices and semen.

“Nngh… ah!” Rian gasped as his breath hitched.

Squirming on the bed, Rian spread his thighs wide open. Cold sweat drenched Taeju’s back at the spectacle. His mind was consumed by a single frantic impulse—to tear his bound hands free, grab Rian’s pussy, and ram his cock deep inside.

Only the raw instinct of an Alpha surged through Taeju—to suck it, devour it, thrust inside, and drench Rian in his pheromones.

Blindfolded, Rian seemed completely oblivious that Taeju was even in the same room with him.

Taeju rattled the chair he was strapped to, inching it toward the bed.

“Hyung? Is that you?” Rian asked softly, tilting his head.

Taeju’s eyes burned with impotent fury, groaning against the gag, “Mmph…”

He strained to force out a voice, but all that escaped past the tape was a muffled groan. Still, Taeju leaned his upper body toward Rian. Having dragged the entire chair along with his bound limbs, every bone in his body felt ready to snap.

Yet Taeju’s gaze remained glued solely to Rian’s crotch. The burning lust that flared within him showed no signs of abating.

Finally, Taeju lowered his head, pressing his lips close to Rian’s wet slit.

Ha, fuck, these pheromones… It’s so sweet it’s insane.

The scent was so intoxicatingly sweet that Taeju’s head spun, snapping the final thread of his reason. He seemed to have forgotten entirely why he was here and in such a state.

Rian wriggled slightly under the featherlight caress, murmuring, “Uungh… That tickles.”

Seriously, Kwon Rian, you sly little cat. All this time, that hyung he kept mentioning… Wait. Does that mean the hyung is that bastard Yu-gyeom?

Has he been offering his pussy to that bastard every single day?

The moment his thoughts reached that point, Taeju’s mind went blank with shock. A vicious pang of jealousy tore through him. If not for Yu-gyeom, this breathtakingly gorgeous Rian would have belonged solely to him.

Yu-gyeom, you motherfucker.

First, let me lick it. The juice has to be sweet too. Taeju tried to stick out his tongue, but his lips could not part beneath the heavy adhesive tape. It was enough to drive him mad. Just as he resorted to rubbing the tip of his nose against the wet slit—

Click.

Taeju froze. He slowly turned his head toward the door. Standing there was none other than Yu-gyeom, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, glaring down at him. Yet one corner of Yu-gyeom’s mouth curled upward in blatant mockery.

I knew it. It was that bastard.

Taeju’s eyes warped with rage. But Yu-gyeom walked forward as if stepping past an insignificant insect, not even sparing Taeju another glance. He, too, was completely naked. The massive cock and heavy balls swinging between his legs were in plain, undeniable view before Taeju’s eyes.

As a dominant Alpha, Yu-gyeom’s presence was overwhelming. His build was solidly framed, and his reddish, engorged shaft looked like nothing less than a sturdy tree trunk. He’s been ramming that thing into Kwon Rian’s pussy?

Thud!

Approaching Kim Taeju, who stared up at him blankly, Yu-gyeom kicked the chair right out from under him.

Rian reached out in the dark, asking anxiously, “Huh? Hyung, are you okay?”

“Yes, Rian. The chair was in the way, so I moved it aside,” Yu-gyeom replied smoothly.

Spreading his thighs wide in wanton abandon, Rian begged shamelessly, “Haa, yes… Hyung, I want to do it already. Please lick Rian’s pussy.”

Yu-gyeom crawled between Rian’s legs. Even as he did, he never took his eyes off Taeju, who lay sprawled on the floor right beside them.

Yu-gyeom’s crimson tongue deliberately began burrowing into Rian’s slit. Taeju swallowed hard. Completely forgetting the wretched humiliation of his own fallen state, Taeju stared fixedly as the two men tangled together.

Just watching them made Taeju’s cock surge rock-hard.

Ah, just once… please, just once.

Inside the room, Rian’s scent mingled with the pheromones of two Alphas. But because the aura Yu-gyeom released was overwhelmingly potent, Rian never noticed Taeju’s pheromones at all.

As if by deliberate design, Yu-gyeom crushed Kim Taeju’s pheromones beneath his own, blanketing the entire room. Taeju had no choice but to suffer the humiliation of feeling his own scent suffocated and washed away the moment it leaked out.

“Ah!” Rian gasped, trembling all over.

At the hot breath and tongue lapping against his opening, Rian’s hips arched high into the air. His entire body trembled as if having convulsions, yet his tight hole never ceased its eager, clenching pulses.

Lick, suck, squelch.

With his long tongue, Yu-gyeom thoroughly licked up Rian’s fair, hairless slit. Right above the pussy rested a dainty little cock. At the sight of those peculiar yet exquisitely pretty genitals, the corners of Yu-gyeom’s mouth curved into a smile.

Tiny as a thumb, the little shaft had still hardened with arousal, standing erect. And from the slit cleft beneath it, sweet lubrication poured out in steady streams.

As the pheromones of the two men saturated the bedroom, the strength drained out of Taeju’s body. He finally understood why Yu-gyeom had brought him here.

In other words, the bastard was delivering an unmistakable warning. He was demonstrating exactly whose possession Kwon Rian was. And Taeju wasn’t foolish enough not to grasp it.

The two shared not a single drop of blood. In that sense, there was nothing strange about Yu-gyeom lusting after Rian.

Squirming feverishly, Rian whimpered, “Hyung, hyung… I’m so turned on. I…”

“Rian. Who does Rian belong to?” Yu-gyeom asked, his voice low and velvety.

“Hyung’s. I’m Yu-gyeom-hyung’s,” Rian answered without hesitation.

“Whose seed is inside this belly?” Yu-gyeom murmured, stroking Rian’s stomach.

Yu-gyeom shifted his narrowed gaze, rolling his eyes over to glare at Kim Taeju. Crushed beneath the dominant Alpha pheromones, Taeju shrank back, utterly intimidated. Even as his throat parched, his cock swelled until it felt ready to burst. He could barely breathe.

Rian stroked his own flat belly, whispering in feverish devotion, “Hyung’s seed. I’m going to get pregnant with hyung’s baby.”

Fuck. Kim Taeju swallowed the curses he could not voice, grinding them down in his throat.

Getting pregnant with his brother’s baby? Crazy bastard.

Even knowing how insane it sounded, a perverse thrill welled up, potent enough to drive anyone mad. His brother’s baby seed… The instant Taeju pictured Kwon Rian’s belly filled to the brim with Yu-gyeom’s semen, sticky warmth soaked the front of Taeju’s trousers. Without even realizing it, he had reached an orgasm.