Chapter 71

Gripped by bottomless carnal greed, Gye Do-hyeop wanted to devour every last atom of the omega in his arms. Skin that adhered to his senses and triggered shivers of pleasure. A scent that cleaved down his spine and hammered into his brain. Flesh that bruised and molded beneath his fingers wherever he pressed. And each time the tight passage clenched greedily around the shaft from base to head, the crushing suction constricted his vision with white heat, suffocating him with pleasure.

Fingernails. Strands of hair. Eyelashes. Toenails. Saliva. Semen. He wanted to take every trace and by-product of Geum Seoul’s existence into his mouth and chew it to pulp. He wanted to possess this omega entirely, shoving his cock into him and dumping his seed inside day after day without end. Suffocating possessiveness stole the breath from his lungs. Thrusting upward in rapid succession, Gye Do-hyeop pinched and twisted Geum Seoul’s nipple. The omega let out a sharp cry and curled inward, and as if mistaking that flinch for an attempt to flee, Gye Do-hyeop slid an arm under his head, locking his forearm firmly across the throat so the boy could neither curl away nor escape.

The slightest increase in pressure would have crushed the windpipe completely. Yet intoxicated by his rut, the alpha knew with absolute certainty that the omega opening before him would never resist. He was utterly convinced that the boy would swallow down everything he offered. The shuddering high born of that unconditional submission—a climax that was mental rather than merely physical. Thus, Gye Do-hyeop tasted something entirely new. Hooking his fingers tighter around Geum Seoul’s thigh, he slammed upward with all his might.

It was a violent ecstasy that annihilated the boundary between agony and bliss. Completely raw and unrefined, it battered and scarred Geum Seoul’s receptive brain, yet by this point, nothing remained within the omega except raw instinct. The alpha’s relentless determination to control his entire body, to delve deeper and dominate him from the inside out, granted him an overwhelming, euphoric high.

“Ngh, ah…!”

And so, when the shaft already stretching his passage to the breaking point began to swell even further, Geum Seoul burst into loud wails yet never once pushed him away. It was an instinctive realization.

The alpha galloping behind him while pinning his neck and thighs, this man who had breached the deepest chambers to churn and pound the tender flesh, was desperate to plant his very existence inside him.

“Right… there… ah, it feels… so good…!” Geum Seoul pleaded in broken gasps.

Drowning in the tempest of rapture, Geum Seoul writhed in hysterics, his eyes rolling back in delirium. The cock filling him to the absolute maximum swelled so huge that it seemed it would never be able to leave his body again.

Even with his engorged knot firmly caught and swelling just inside the entrance, the man continued to grind and drive into the convulsing walls. Ah, ah… Geum Seoul cradled his swollen lower belly once more. Whether he had actually managed to form the words No… please… if it gets any bigger… or whether he had merely gasped and sobbed was impossible to tell.

Dense alpha pheromones clung to every corner of his windpipe with each inhaled breath. Whether drawn through nose or mouth, the air enveloped Geum Seoul, inexorably dragging him toward a climax so violent it threatened to shatter his nerves. “Khh—!” His jaw dropped open as fat teardrops cascaded down his face. His ears and the nape of his neck were gnawed to raw, burning tenderness, but the beast behind him seemed blind to everything else, ravenously intent on consuming him down to the last scrap.

“Don’t you dare run,” Gye Do-hyeop rasped against his damp collarbone. “You belong to me.”

My omega. The fragmented words spat through Gye Do-hyeop’s clenched teeth. Even while knowing the boy was pinned hand and foot, impaled on his engorged shaft with nowhere to run, Gye Do-hyeop took and retook Geum Seoul, submerged in shuddering convulsions and delirious ecstasy. Shoving in, pounding home, churning the innermost walls and demanding the boy yield even more. As his shaft swelled to its absolute limits, hallucinations bloomed before Gye Do-hyeop’s eyes.

“Ngh, ahhh!”

Geum Seoul’s shrill screams and weeping filled the space. Ah. Gye Do-hyeop experienced an ecstasy so shattering it felt as though his entire frame were fracturing and his brain were being pulverized into dust. The life he had swallowed after tearing through the black stench of death caking his skin and shoving his head into the light. A glow crawling over his entire body.

The air of the world’s first dawn. It was as if he could perceive its very color with his eyes. Trees so vividly fresh they felt surreal. A boundless, verdant wilderness dripping with sunlight, a primordial forest that had never permitted a human footprint.

Ravenously biting and sucking at Geum Seoul’s flesh, Gye Do-hyeop willingly dissolved in the bottomless surge of carnal fulfillment. In the very moment he ejaculated into the scalding, clenching walls, sinking into his omega, a fragrant wave of fresh green grass washed over him.

“Ah.”

The small bundle of flesh in his arms twisted violently at the waist, let out a hoarse cry, and slipped into unconsciousness.

Flash. A tingling rush surged through his entire frame like an electric current. Shifting his weight quietly, Gye Do-hyeop nuzzled and pressed his face into the disheveled hair, cheeks, and ears of the motionless boy, like a predator inspecting the vitals of prey. Yet his engorged knot was only beginning its pulsing, heavy ejaculation. The knotting of a dominant alpha lasted an excruciatingly long time. Releasing the boy’s knees as if granting an act of mercy, the man gripped Geum Seoul’s distended lower belly with his broad palm, a tremor of pure bliss curling over his lips.

Looking down at the swollen belly, Gye Do-hyeop let out a low chuckle. “Did you really think I’d let you go?”

Slowly, relentlessly. Hauling the limp, exhausted body flush against himself and bearing down to drive his cock even deeper, an appalling, raw flame flared within the alpha’s gaze. Everything boiled within him. From brain to viscera, blood vessels to muscle, every fiber simmered in a violent convulsion of possessiveness. Its sole target was the omega in his arms—Geum Seoul.

***

When Geum Seoul surfaced from the brief blackout, Gye Do-hyeop was still pressed tightly against him. His abdomen felt swollen and unbearably full. That pressure dragged a thread of awareness back into place, and Seoul raised his head with a faint, broken gasp. Do-hyeop had pinned him beneath his body and was ravenously sucking at one nipple. Seoul had no idea how long it had continued. The skin was swollen and tender with saliva; his armpits and inner thighs were slick as well, hypersensitive from repeated touch. Trembling, he lifted his wet lashes. Even then, he could not make himself tell the man to stop.

For the man, having thoroughly licked the small bud with a broad tongue, suddenly raised his head and locked eyes with him.

“……”

There was not a trace of composure on the man’s face. His eyes seemed focused, yet despite staring straight at him, the gaze appeared fixed somewhere far beyond. Irises drowned in total blackness. A prickle of chills crept over Geum Seoul’s skin.

Even with the man himself gasping under the flood of pheromones, Geum Seoul raised a trembling, depleted hand to cup Gye Do-hyeop’s cheek.

Geum Seoul whispered in a trembling voice, “De… puty Director…”

At the faint call, the man leaned willingly into the touch, licking his cheek and tasting his eyelashes. A low hum rumbled from his chest, impossible to distinguish as an acknowledgment or pure savoring. Geum Seoul’s skin felt raw, stinging and throbbing from head to toe.

“Deputy, ah… Director…” the boy pleaded.

At the repeated plea, the man sucking at his ear paused. Their gazes aligned, his eyes narrowing slightly. Yet that was all. His head dipped down, tracing a path past Geum Seoul’s shoulders, chest, and slick abdomen, before halting before the member half-shielded by its foreskin. The moment he extended his tongue to lick along the shaft, Geum Seoul’s eyes flew wide, his head tossing back in shock.

“Ah!”

In an instant, hands caught behind both of Seoul’s knees and hoisted his legs into the air. Folded nearly in half, he understood at once what the alpha intended. Sure enough, Gye Do-hyeop buried his face between the throbbing buttocks, spread the entrance, and pressed the tip of his nose into the sensitive folds before licking and sucking with ravenous focus. Seoul had already endured climax after climax until consciousness failed him once. The renewed sensation was so violently intense that his skull seemed to ring. Yet Do-hyeop kept the trembling thighs pinned mercilessly to his chest and continued working his tongue over the soaked entrance.

“Ah, haaah…!” Geum Seoul wailed.

It was beyond belief. Clearly seeing the man’s elegant features, long lashes, and straight nose as his parted mouth fully engulfed the dripping flesh; watching him pry the entrance open again with thumb and tongue despite having just concluded an agonizingly prolonged knotting; feeling that sharp nose rubbing against his perineum.

“Ah… Deputy Director, please…!”

Yet Geum Seoul could not hold out much longer. With every gasp that slipped from his lips, the pheromones radiating from Gye Do-hyeop thickened exponentially. Panting in desperate snatches of breath, Geum Seoul attempted to push him away, but the grip restraining him only tightened. Mustering what little strength remained, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Geum Seoul stammered in desperate panic. “I… I need the bathroom. Please…”

Only then did the man lift his glistening, fluid-drenched face. Seeing this habitually unflappable man so thoroughly unhinged with his reason obliterated squeezed Geum Seoul’s heart like a clenched fist. As he lifted the back of his hand to shield his heated cheeks, Gye Do-hyeop tilted his head, as if genuinely failing to comprehend the words.

“I’m your bathroom,” Gye Do-hyeop replied evenly.

Pitch-black lashes lifted slowly, revealing eyes devoid of any lingering shred of human reason.

Gye Do-hyeop’s lips parted with cold finality. “Piss.”

I’ll swallow it all. The man’s expression as he spoke held none of his customary playful smirk; he meant every single syllable. Horrified, Geum Seoul thrashed his feet in panic, but his weeping entrance—softened and drenched from prolonged licking—yielded instantly as the swollen tip drove deep inside once more.

“Ngh! Ah… ah!”

Geum Seoul could not even form a refusal. It was already monstrously large, and when the base began to swell again, he was too busy dragging in shallow breaths to force words past his throat. Worse, the fragile sliver of reason he had managed to recover was dissolving beneath the unrelenting pheromone haze. Panting with his flushed tongue visible, Seoul let his head fall back. His nipples quivered, bruised and pitifully red. When the swollen head pushed through and the thick shaft began stretching him toward his absolute limit once more, helpless tears spilled from his eyes and clear fluid ran freely across the ruined sheets.