Seo Jeongwon’s eyes suddenly opened wide.
His toes, which had curled inward, stretched out, and he lifted his head, which had been buried downwards.
He closed his eyes and bit his swollen lips tightly.
“Ah.”
With a sound like a sharp exhale, there was the dripping sound of water.
Even when he tightened his lower abdomen, he couldn’t stop the stream.
Seo Jeongwon’s lips trembled as he blushed from the nape of his neck down to his shoulders.
Deep inside, where it tightened painfully, Kwon Taehee finished climaxing and slowly moved his hips, watching Seo Jeongwon voyeuristically.
“Ah, I forgot the pheromone shower.”
He had been too focused on the act.
He wondered if he had ever been so absorbed before.
Taehee pulled out his cock, which had been buried inside for hours, and lightly lifted Seo Jeongwon up.
After laying him down avoiding the damp spot, he hugged him and released the pheromones.
If he were an Omega, the amount would have been enough to trigger a heat cycle.
By repeatedly exposing Beta Seo Jeongwon to this, maybe a natural transformation could be expected.
“Do you feel anything?”
He asked, stroking Seo Jeongwon’s sweaty, moist skin.
Seo Jeongwon blinked his big eyes and shook his head slightly.
Then, biting his reddened swollen lips, he looked away.
“Are you angry? Ah, maybe because of what you just—”
Seo Jeongwon moved his trembling hand and quickly covered Kwon Taehee’s mouth.
“I… that was… I said to stop then…”
His already flushed face turned even redder.
It was strange that after sucking and biting for hours, he got so embarrassed just from a little leaking.
“So please, just—”
“Okay. I won’t say more.”
“Thank you.”
Seo Jeongwon sniffled and again avoided eye contact.
Despite the heavy pheromones being released, he remained calm, so maybe Betas really couldn’t sense any of it at all.
Kwon Taehee sincerely wanted to see Seo Jeongwon stirred by the pheromones.
He looked forward to how captivating that sight would be.
“I hope it manifests.”
“Me too…”
“I hope so.”
Because that way, he could hold onto his brother, his brother’s breath, even if just a little longer.
Seo Jeongwon blinked quietly in Taehee’s embrace.
But suddenly, he wondered if this man had also had this kind of relationship with his brother.
Did he kiss every inch of him until he was exhausted?
If they always had such close, intimate relations, how could he not develop feelings?
It would really make him mistaken for love.
He looked at him with eyes full of affection, touched him, kissed him.
Every time their eyes met, his heart trembled…
“I think I might get confused.”
At the voice that slipped out like a mutter, Taehee’s gaze shifted upward from caressing Seo Jeongwon’s thin belly.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Just… it’s nothing.”
Seo Jeongwon steadied his shaky heart and made a promise.
Taehee’s kindness was just a favor he was offering.
So he must never confuse it with feelings.
***
By dawn, Seo Jeongwon’s body temperature rose.
Taehee gave him fever medicine and watched for hours, but when the fever didn’t drop, he called his personal doctor to the house.
He didn’t want to tell Seo Jeongwon’s parents about him, but it couldn’t be helped.
Early in the morning, after receiving Taehee’s call, Yoon Hyungkyu hurried to his house and frowned upon seeing the Beta lying in the bedroom.
Even without a thorough look, he seemed unwell.
Seeing the motionless man lying there, he thought Taehee might have killed someone.
He thought Taehee called him out just to make a minimum effort to save a young man whose breath was about to stop.
He confirmed that the barely rising and falling chest and faint breathing meant it wasn’t quite at the point of death yet.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
“His fever is high. I gave him fever medicine, but it won’t go down.”
“What about his traits? Is he an Omega? It looks like he’s gone through a heat cycle.”
“No, he’s a Beta. Today was his first sexual encounter… and it seems he was held for about three to four hours.”
At the word Beta, Dr. Yoon’s eyes widened and he took a deep breath.
The limp man looked like Taehee’s possession.
Taehee’s pheromones were deeply soaked into him like a well-used item.
Despite openly showing obsession and possessiveness, the voice explaining why he was in such a state was dry and indifferent.
Dr. Yoon nodded, checking blood pressure and body temperature, quickly examining Seo Jeongwon’s bare upper body that was fully exposed.
Then, feeling he needed to check the lower part too, he turned his head to ask permission.
“Do I have to?”
“I’ll give you ointment to take with you. Please apply it thoroughly inside as well. Was there any bleeding?”
“A little.”
Countless reddish marks covered the exposed areas.
Dr. Yoon was certain the lower part was no less, if not more.
“I’ll also leave antibiotics, so please take care of it.”
Instead of further persuading Taehee, who refused to let him see the body, he covered Seo Jeongwon with a blanket.
Was he sexually clean?
It was actually the first time he had been called over for something like this, so it felt strange.
Despite being lost in thought, his hands were precise connecting the IV.
“It should drop soon.”
“It better.”
After organizing his belongings, Dr. Yoon stood up and bowed toward Taehee.
He asked Taehee to remove the needle once the IV was finished and then left the bedroom.
Taehee didn’t bother to see him off.
Before the door closed, he went to the bedside and carefully examined the body wrapped tightly in the blanket once more.
Sitting at the edge, he touched Seo Jeongwon’s still red cheek to check his temperature and let out a short sigh.
As the fever began to subside, Seo Jeongwon, who had been too exhausted to even open his eyes, fluttered his eyelids.
Soon his blurry pupils appeared.
Seo Jeongwon moved his dry lips and murmured softly that he wanted water.
“How’s your body feeling?”
“Just… it hurts.”
“Where, how?”
Seo Jeongwon struggled to answer Taehee’s questions, trying to awaken from his daze.
What should he say?
He had to say it hurt there, but it was awkward to mention that part of his body.
“One.”
“Uh, my butt.”
Just as if the fever rising again, Seo Jeongwon’s face turned bright red.
Taehee chuckled softly.
His neat hand suddenly stretched out and lightly touched the crescent-shaped scar at the edge of his hairline.
“That part… doesn’t hurt.”
“There’s a scar here. Seo Jeong-won, were you a troublemaker when you were young too?”
“Not really… Actually, I lied.”
Kwon Tae-hee focused quietly on the voice that murmured softly and on the plump lips.
“I said I lived an ordinary life without any special incidents.”
“Ah.”
“My uncle, how should I put it… maybe his temper was fiery? When he got angry, his hands would fly without thinking…”
“He had bad habits with his hands, I guess.”
When Kwon Tae-hee said the appropriate phrase, Seo Jeong-won quickly nodded.
“That’s right.”
He agreed and then continued with a lowered gaze.
“I think I was about 10 years old. I don’t really remember why I got hit… It probably wasn’t anything serious. It was just one of those days when my uncle was in a bad mood, maybe because of alcohol or something. He threw the cup he was drinking from at me.”
“It was a glass cup… and it cut my skin. The wound here is small, but it bled a lot, really a lot.”
Seo Jeong-won smiled awkwardly.
It was an old memory, so it didn’t really upset him, but since he had never told anyone before, he felt embarrassed.
After cautiously checking Kwon Tae-hee’s expression, he continued slowly with a hoarse voice.
“My older brother saw it when he came home from school. That was the first time he stood up to my uncle. He even cursed at him, I think.”
Kwon Tae-hee gently stroked Seo Jeong-won’s scar.
“My uncle hit my brother and me again, saying we were disrespectful brats. Instead of being grateful that he didn’t throw me out… he said we were being defiant.”
“My brother protected me with his whole body, worried I’d get hit. Fortunately, my aunt came at that moment, and the situation ended. But it was the first time I got hurt like that… so my brother was really shocked.”
“I was smaller than my brother, and I got home earlier from school. Since my uncle kept hitting me… my brother cried for the first time. Like a child.”
His voice choked with emotion as he recalled that time.
“My brother asked my aunt to take me to the hospital, but he ignored it. So my brother went to the pharmacy, bought disinfectant and ointment, treated me, and cried again.”
Because of that, seeing disinfectant or ointment makes him feel bitter.
It reminds him of that unhappy childhood day.
“Since that day, whenever my uncle tried to lay a hand on me, my brother confronted him and got hit again. After about three years, my uncle called my brother a disgusting bastard and stopped hitting me.”