The grip was strong, making his chest feel squeezed.
Male Omegas shouldn’t have breast tissue, but Carlos massaged it as if they did.
“Ow!”
Ash cried out sharply.
“Really?”
When the sudden grip on his chest disappeared, Ash felt ticklish.
There was a hard, solidified seed of pleasure inside his chest, but he couldn’t release it with his current strength.
“No, no. Harder…”
“Right?”
Carlos chuckled.
Then he sucked on the nipple he wasn’t kneading with his hand, like a child.
“I knew you’d like it.”
Ash loved Carlos’s confident smile.
“Do you feel it? You’re soaking wet.”
“Don’t say it.”
Ash whimpered irritably.
Carlos’s hand slipped down into his pants and gripped his thigh.
The cum that had flowed down his legs stained Carlos’s hand.
Carlos smiled and brought his hand to Ash’s perineum.
He spanked it repeatedly, making splashing sounds.
It was an obscene and explicit sound.
“Why? When you like it.”
Carlos whispered in his ear and bit Ash’s earlobe.
The soft flesh was sucked into his mouth, chewed thoroughly.
“Ugh, uh.”
Ash bucked his hips.
Carlos’s hand precisely found his opening.
He could feel the entrance fluttering, as if it would suck in his finger on its own.
Carlos was directly feeling Ash’s uncontrollably pleasurable reaction.
Thinking of that made Ash unbearable.
Carlos was the one who taught him what Ash liked, how to feel good.
In the guest bedroom of the ducal mansion where the ball was held in the past, on a single sofa.
Carlos held Ash’s thighs apart and caressed his perineum.
He licked and caressed Ash’s tightly closed, tensed opening, moistening it until it opened on its own.
—Keep it open.
Watch with your own eyes.
Like this, moisten it so it doesn’t get hurt.
Carlos patiently explained everything to Ash, who was ignorant about sex, step by step.
Without skipping any steps, he guided Ash to feel complete pleasure without pain.
—Don’t be nervous.
Good.
The finger’s in.
See?
You’ve swallowed a whole knuckle.
You’re taking it well.
Relax…
When Carlos kissed him, Ash melted helplessly.
His tense body went limp as if his spine had disappeared, and Carlos praised him, saying, “Good job.”
That’s how he took three fingers.
It was his first time.
Ash had drunk half a glass of wine and wasn’t drunk at all.
Only his cheeks and eyes were flushed with heat.
What made him drunk was Carlos’s pheromones.
His smile, his gaze, the large hand cupping his cheek, his soft lips, the long eyelashes covering his downcast eyes.
Under the sparkling chandelier, Carlos almost seemed to glow.
If Owen was a cool glacier, Carlos was like the sun.
Though why Ash thought of Owen at that moment was unclear.
Carlos taught Ash not to trust Alphas and that romance was a fun game.
He told him that love was an illusion, and all words whispered in bed were merely fleeting sentiments, meaningless decorations.
—It’s like wine.
You have it with a meal to enjoy it.
It’s good and fun to have, isn’t it?
A polite person prepares good wine for their guests, right?
If you’re going into a relationship to have fun, you should be kind to each other.
Carlos taught him everything.
And he whispered to Ash.
—I love you, Ash.
Ash wasn’t a good student, so he forgot what he had heard before.
He only remembered the words “I love you.”
His chest swelled, and starlight twinkled above his head.
No, was it the chandelier?
It didn’t matter.
Carlos was so hot Ash felt like he would melt.
He had already melted.
Everything Carlos said was right.
Everything he taught was for Ash.
When he swallowed Carlos’s fingers, when his inner walls widened, and when the Omega’s cum soaked Carlos’s hand so much that he couldn’t even open his eyes in embarrassment.
Ash accepted him.
Many Omegas don’t feel pleasure during their first experience, but Ash was not one of them.
Carlos moved his hips, gripping and stroking Ash’s penis.
The stiffly erect penis had drooped from the tearing pain, but it raised its head again with Carlos’s skillful touch.
Ash couldn’t tell himself whether the pain was greater or the pleasure was greater.
If he mumbled, “It hurts,” Carlos would rub his glans, saying, “No, you like it.”
Ash climaxed weakly, cried, and begged again.
He felt like his body was splitting.
That his opening was torn.
That it wouldn’t close after being stretched.
That his stomach hurt, that something was wrong.
That his insides were coming out.
That his organs were being pierced.
That it was too big, too hard, he groaned, shaking his head.
Carlos charged like a bison, yet spoke gently with his mouth.
—You’re so beautiful.
—Ash, you came.
—You like it here.
—I love you.
After taking Carlos in multiple times, Ash’s inside was slick and squelching.
A sloshing sound echoed every time Carlos thrust his hips, and bubbles formed at the opening.
Ash kept crying with a hoarse voice and hugged Carlos.
He clung to his neck.
Then Carlos would endlessly whisper sweet words into his ear.
The two months Ash spent with Carlos were like a dream.
When he saw Ash, he thought it was a dream?
All the time Ash spent with Carlos felt like that.
‘Why did we break up?’
Yes. It was that good.
Ash slowly blinked his eyes.
As he swallowed Carlos’s finger into his opening, he tried to recall memories with a mind that kept flickering.
‘Ah, right.’
He remembered.
There were people who had followed Carlos to keep an eye on him.
Among them was a doctor, a person with long, frizzy hair braided into a single plait, and freckles dotting his low nose.
Most of Carlos’s overseers were like this, but that doctor didn’t dislike Carlos either.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t show their displeasure because of his status as a prince; the overseers genuinely liked Carlos.
Even those who considered him uncontrollably promiscuous and frivolous agreed that ‘he was still a good person.’
Carlos had no unnecessary sense of authority but knew how to rule easily, and he treated those around him well.
He had an excellent knack for making friends with everyone he met.
That’s why the Emperor couldn’t give up on his second prince, Carlos.
He sent him to the ducal territory to correct his ‘habits,’ but the Emperor eventually called him back after only two months.
Though Carlos’s ‘habits’ hadn’t changed at all.
The doctor who had followed him from the capital certainly wouldn’t have been Carlos’s lover when they set off.
However, by the time they arrived at the ducal territory, he had become Carlos’s lover.
Ash had thoughtlessly opened Carlos’s room door and seen the two entwined.
His mind went blank like a white sheet. Ash quietly closed the door.
‘Right. That’s how it was.’
After Carlos had opened his heart, Ash was always so engrossed in looking at Carlos.
Because of that, he hadn’t seen what was happening around him.
Wasn’t ‘young and foolish’ the right phrase to describe Ash back then?
However, broadening his view to Carlos’s surroundings, he saw that Carlos already had several lovers besides Ash.
Before they broke up, Ash truly learned Carlos’s last lesson: that you don’t need to take responsibility for words said in bed.
He had already told Ash. Ash himself was the one who hadn’t listened.
Ash didn’t cry and cling.
One such Omega, his mother, was enough in his life.
Carlos taught Ash how to enjoy dating. How to easily become indispensable to others.
It would be good for his mental health to be grateful for that.
Instead of getting angry at Carlos, he told him they should break up…
And they became good friends.
Anyway, Ash quite liked Carlos.
He was one of the rare people Ash could truly talk to.
So, this shouldn’t be happening now.
“Take your hand out.”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t come here to sleep with you. You said we’d be ‘friends,’ didn’t you? Do you sleep with your friends?”
Ash pushed Carlos away with his foot.
As his long finger slipped out of the opening, a gap formed.
A squelching sound, the opening fluttered, and air rushed in.
He felt a sense of emptiness inside, but Ash pretended not to notice.
“What’s wrong with sleeping with a friend?”
‘He’s got a point.’
Ash stopped his mouth from agreeing on its own.
“Being friends isn’t the problem. It’s that I won’t sleep with you.”
“Was the sex bad?”
Carlos asked, seemingly shocked.
“Is that why you dumped me?”