Chapter 45

Seoul panted in desperation, “Ngh, it’s so… ah, hot…”

The room was thoroughly climate-controlled, yet struck full-force by dominant alpha pheromones, Seoul panted for mercy with dazed, unfocused eyes.

“If you’re hot, why are you clinging to me?” Gye Do-hyeop asked with a rough smirk.

Reason was stripped away layer by layer as his muscles melted into pliant submission. His perineum tingled with agonizing itchiness, yearning for Gye Do-hyeop’s fingers to drive deep inside. Each time that hot, pliant tongue brushed over his flesh and lips sucked hungrily, Seoul unconsciously shifted his hips.

Seoul shook his head frantically. “Ngh… ah! That’s… no, ah! It’s not like that!”

“The fuck it’s not,” Gye Do-hyeop growled. “Is a student allowed to seduce his teacher by wiggling his ass like that?”

Watching Geum Seoul writhing on the marble table drunk on pheromones was so maddeningly lewd that Gye Do-hyeop buried his face into the youth’s chest, laughing breathlessly.

He adored the faint scent creeping from Seoul’s skin. No matter how much alpha pheromones he poured over him, Seoul never reacted defensively, releasing only enough refreshing scent to clear the man’s mind. A dominant omega custom-tailored to be devoured.

Deliberately making wet sucking noises, Gye Do-hyeop persistently teased his chest. He knew that the stark contrast between his sun-bronzed skin and Seoul’s pale flesh made him look like a total degenerate, yet that only made the youth taste sweeter, as if steeped in syrup.

Kept sheltered from the world, Geum Seoul’s body had no calluses, remaining tender enough to bruise at the slightest bite. As the tip of Gye Do-hyeop’s tongue scraped and sucked the pink areola, Seoul endured with clenched fists and muffled whines until his fingers finally tangled into the man’s raven hair. Gye Do-hyeop chuckled.

Gye Do-hyeop laughed against his skin. “This brat dares to grab Teacher’s hair?”

Even as he spoke, his lips held the sensitive bud trapped.

“Ah… because the Deputy Director… keeps sucking like that… ah!” Seoul cried out.

Cutting the sentence short by gathering the tender flesh between his teeth and biting down playfully, Gye Do-hyeop demanded, “Where the hell is any Deputy Director here?”

“Pardon?”

Seoul’s eyes widened in confusion. The man was right before him, so what did he mean by asking where the Deputy Director was?

“Say it,” Gye Do-hyeop commanded. “Teacher.”

“…”

Flushed lips parted slightly. That was impossible; it was far too embarrassing to ever utter aloud. Seoul shook his head violently from side to side, prompting Gye Do-hyeop to pull his mouth from his chest and lift his face.

Gye Do-hyeop beamed with wicked delight. “If you refuse to obey, I’m only too fucking grateful, you know?”

Seeing that radiant grin, Seoul realized something terrible was about to happen, and unfortunately, his intuition proved entirely accurate.

“Teacher! Ah, Teacher! Teacher!” Seoul cried out.

In the end, precisely one hundred and thirty-two seconds later, Geum Seoul was chanting ‘Teacher’ over and over through streaming tears. Sucking the youth’s nipples until they throbbed, Gye Do-hyeop ground his rigid cock against the wet passage behind him, smiling with absolute satisfaction as Seoul surrendered completely.

Chuckling with satisfaction, Gye Do-hyeop praised, “Look how well you say it.”

“Th-thank… ah, you…”

Seoul gasped for air, his chest heaving in rapid pants. Melting under the oppressive pheromones and unrelenting friction, the cleft between his thighs had long since grown drenched. Being rubbed without penetration was its own agonizing torment. Trapped in a fever pitch, Seoul tensed his thighs, prompting Gye Do-hyeop to lean down and brush his lips against Seoul’s mouth.

“If you have something to say,” Gye Do-hyeop ordered, “raise your hand first.”

That commanding expression was devastatingly attractive. Swallowing dryly, Seoul slowly lifted a trembling hand, prompting Gye Do-hyeop to nod while fighting back a laugh. “Yes. Student, go ahead.”

Seoul’s delicate pheromones tickled Gye Do-hyeop’s skin: perfectly measured, neither overwhelming nor lacking. Thoroughly pliant and flushed pink, Seoul parted his lips.

“I can’t… anymore…” Seoul whimpered, rubbing his restless thighs together.

Laughing softly, Gye Do-hyeop asked with an amused smirk, “Is Geum Seoul desperate now?”

Having kneaded and licked him like bread dough, the man tilted his head as if asking if Seoul was seducing him. Gazing up with dazed eyes, Seoul twitched his toes in a silent plea for entry. Hooking both legs over his arms to press Seoul’s knees against his chest, Gye Do-hyeop landed a sharp swat on his cheek.

“Ah!”

“‘Teacher, please put it in,’” Gye Do-hyeop commanded. “Say it.”

He instructed him to repeat it. Wide-eyed, Seoul’s lips moved silently. Though he had appeared as red as possible moments before, his entire face scorched crimson now, tears glistening in his lashes. This time, his hesitation was brief.

Geum Seoul’s voice trembled faintly as he begged, “Te-Teacher… please put it in…”

With those words, a tear slipped past his temple, soaking into his hairline before it would crystallize into a tiny gemstone upon striking the table.

“Such a shameless little thing…” Gye Do-hyeop muttered under his breath.

Pressing his pink erection against his belly while dripping pre-cum and begging for penetration was so indecent that Gye Do-hyeop felt a surge of dizziness behind his temples. Fluttering those wet eyelashes, Geum Seoul was breathtakingly radiant.

He felt as though he could spend entire days devouring Seoul without tiring, and seeing him clutching the backs of his own knees to expose his entrance threatened to melt Gye Do-hyeop’s brain into a nosebleed. He wiped the back of his hand across his wet mouth to steady his breath.

Gye Do-hyeop stroked his cheek. “Since you’re begging so nicely, should I do it for you, then?”

Leaning aside, Gye Do-hyeop retrieved something from a nearby drawer and tossed it onto Seoul’s pale stomach. A thin foil packet struck his skin with a faint slap. Blinking through unfocused eyes, Seoul lifted his head.

“…Why are there so many condoms?” Seoul murmured in a daze.

“Would it be right,” Gye Do-hyeop retorted with a harsh chuckle, “for a teacher to get his student fucking pregnant?”

That was why he had purchased them. The continuous strip of individually wrapped packets contained well over ten condoms.

Gye Do-hyeop clicked his tongue. “Except now we don’t even need them. So what should we do with them?”

“…Pardon?”

“You have to use them,” Gye Do-hyeop told him with a smirk, tapping a forefinger against Seoul’s chin. “It’d be a waste otherwise.”

Rip.

Tearing open a packet, Gye Do-hyeop pinned Seoul’s thighs and tore the foil with his teeth. Cramming the remaining packets into Seoul’s pale hand, he warned him to hold on tightly, then unrolled the oversized latex down Seoul’s fully erect shaft. Designed for an extraordinary caliber, the condom slipped over Seoul’s member with effortless ease.

Gye Do-hyeop muttered against his ear. “Hey. Why are you leaking like this when you can’t even wait a few seconds?”

“Ah, ngh!”

Even while speaking, he kept rubbing his palm against Seoul’s drenched opening in steady circles. Different from the pressure of his shaft, the sensation made Seoul arch his neck, only for a light slap to land on the entrance before two fingers drove inside, gently scraping the inner walls as the pale body shuddered.

“You’re splashing juices everywhere, damn it,” Gye Do-hyeop growled in disbelief. “Just how much were you looking forward to this? Before, you were begging me not to shove it all the way in.”

Gye Do-hyeop’s pheromones thickened involuntarily. Watching Seoul weep copious clear fluids each time his passage was tormented set his mind ablaze.

“Hngh… ah…”

Goosebumps erupted across Seoul’s skin under the concentrated pheromones. Even before penetration, his member was soaked inside the rubber sheath, clear saliva pooling in his parted mouth as his amber eyes hazed over.

Withdrawing his soaked fingers from below, Gye Do-hyeop pressed them against Seoul’s chest, slowly tracing downward until they rested over his navel. Looking at the bruised, flushed skin he had sucked raw, he rasped, “Today, I’m going to shove it all the way up to here.”

Wish yourself luck. Bringing the thick head of his shaft to Seoul’s twitching entrance, he pretended to sound leisurely, yet his expression betrayed him, those dark eyes steadily clouding with uncontrollable lust.

“I’m going to pour it inside until that belly of yours bursts,” he swore with lethal sincerity.

Convulsing in trembling gasps, Seoul cried out, “Ah… ah! It’s… too big, ah… ngh!”

Crackle.

Seoul convulsed, wrapping his arms around his stomach. As the thick crown forced open the tight entrance, his knees slipped from Gye Do-hyeop’s shoulders, the foil wrappers in his fist crumpling noisily. Hearing his whimpers, Gye Do-hyeop clicked his tongue.

“Ah! Right now! It’s… too, ah, deep… ah!” Seoul cried in helpless pleasure.

“Quit being such a fucking baby,” Gye Do-hyeop scoffed, grinding in deeper. “You took a hell of a lot more than this back then.”

He hadn’t even pushed halfway in, yet the stimulation from Geum Seoul’s drenched entrance stretching relentlessly around him was vicious. As he had felt before, Geum Seoul possessed a body primed to take vivid marks wherever it was touched or grazed.

Now was no different. Red handprints marred the backs of the knees he had clutched until moments ago, identical marks patterned the smacked cheeks of his buttocks, and even his perineum—and the entrance chewing and squeezing greedily around the shaft—glowed a flushed pink. Gye Do-hyeop lightly stroked Seoul’s lower abdomen.

“Ah, ngh!”

Seoul threw his head back in violent tremors. Thoroughly showered in pheromones, his entire frame might as well have been drenched in aphrodisiacs; on top of that, with the thick crown forcing open his passage and grinding persistently against a spot along his inner walls, the excruciating wave of pleasure was so intense he couldn’t even close his mouth.

“Haa… right there, w-wait… ah, just a moment… please. I’m… ngh!” Seoul stammered helplessly.

Lifting a violently trembling arm, he shielded his eyes, yet his mouth remained parted. I’m going to come… I can’t… I’m… His frantic protests fractured into broken, shuddering breaths.

“Yeah?” Gye Do-hyeop asked, nudging forward with a blunt thud. “Right here?”

“Ah!” Seoul cried out.

Pulling back halfway, Gye Do-hyeop thrust back in with matching force. Barely managing a ragged breath, Seoul flailed his feet, arching his back sharply off the surface as a shrill, breathless scream tore from his throat.

Gye Do-hyeop teased in rough amusement, “You come just from having it shoved in. Well, at least we won’t be wasting any condoms.”

“Ngh… hic!”

“Wait a second,” Gye Do-hyeop drawled.

At the tip of Geum Seoul’s pink shaft, the latex reservoir swelled with murky fluid. Chuckling, Gye Do-hyeop flicked the end with his finger before stripping it off and rolling on a fresh condom. Tilting his head as he stared at the still-slack tip of the rubber sheath, he loosened the necktie from his collar, pulling it taut between both hands.

“Haaah… ah!”

The tie was wrapped tightly around the base of Seoul’s shaft. The flushed pink member, still quivering in the throes of climax, instantly deepened into a darker crimson. “Looks like a gift,” Gye Do-hyeop muttered under his breath, prompting Seoul to swallow dryly with unfocused eyes, casting his gaze downward.

“This is…” Seoul murmured faintly.

Gye Do-hyeop countered bluntly, “For leakage control. You’re shooting your load before I even get all the way inside, so I have to tie it down.”

“What am I supposed to tell your parents if our little student gets dehydrated again?” Frowning theatrically as he spouted the nonsense, Gye Do-hyeop pulled back the instant the words left his mouth, only to drive all the way back in with brutal pressure.

“Ah, hic! Ngh… my stomach… ah!”

Another drawn-out cry escaped Seoul, tears wetting his lashes once more. Gye Do-hyeop clenched his jaw and fixed his gaze on the tear tracing slowly over the youth’s temple. An omega’s gemstone was a strange thing: while the tear remained against living skin, it was only liquid. The instant it left the body and fell into empty air, it hardened into a bead of crystal and rolled away.

Swallowing a curse, Gye Do-hyeop refused to let him go. Unlike last time, when he had grudgingly halted halfway, this time he intended to drive all the way in to the hilt. Deeper. Just a little more. As rising lust darkened his desire, his pheromones grew denser still, reducing Geum Seoul to broken sobs and hiccups as his hips convulsed in breathless ecstasy. Between the bruised buttocks flushed like crushed peaches from relentless fondling, the thick shaft trapped tightly within the cleft was obscenely lewd.

Convulsing against the marble surface, Seoul let out a broken cry, “Hic… ah!”

“Haah… you still can’t swallow all of it?” Gye Do-hyeop rasped.

Thud.

Before their bodies could even press fully together, the head of Gye Do-hyeop’s cock met resistance deep inside. His gaze traveled from the flushed shaft trembling inside the condom, over Seoul’s chest mottled with bites, and finally to the face ruined by tears. Seoul could not even close his mouth properly. Broken hiccups interrupted every attempt to breathe, and the arms he had thrown helplessly overhead now drooped limp, fingers blanched from clenching so hard.

Gye Do-hyeop nudged him with a low grunt. “Hey, look at this.”

The slender lower abdomen bulged distinctly, outlining the thick shaft housed within. Scowling as the inner walls clamped down tight from crown to base, Gye Do-hyeop pulled Seoul’s aimless hands downward.