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“And being an Omega… it’s not like I chose to be one. Does that mean I have to push you away because of it?”
“It’s not even like I’m a Beta…”
I trailed off, realizing I’d said too much and quickly added,
“I’m just a sex partner…”
“That’s exactly it. So why does it matter?”
I exhaled heavily, and Han Doha leaned closer on the bed, grabbed my chin, and tilted my face toward him.
Before I could protest, his hot tongue invaded my mouth, forcefully exploring.
I heard wet sounds, and he stirred me from the inside out, entangling our tongues.
His thick, warm tongue grazed the ridges of my palate, sending a sound from my throat before I could stop it.
The sound barely left my mouth before being swallowed by his.
He lightly skimmed the underside of my tongue and gently rubbed the tip of it.
Mmm… I could feel myself slowly getting wet.
Every time I got this close to him, my body responded in new ways.
My breathing grew shallow. I remembered he told me to breathe through my nose.
But what if my breath hit him?
That thought made me hold my breath altogether.
Unable to endure it any longer, I pounded on his chest.
After lingering inside me for a moment longer, he finally pulled away, seemingly reluctant.
A string of saliva trailed from my chin and dropped.
Haah, haah.
My ragged breathing echoed around us.
“Why are you thinking about something so pointless? Whether you’re an Omega or a Beta, it doesn’t matter to me. If I had cared about that from the start, I wouldn’t have kept you by my side. Even if you’d been pretending to be a Beta, I still would have. Honestly, I’m glad you’re an Omega. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t even have this opportunity.”
“You’ll regret it… later.”
“I’ve never regretted anything in my life. Why would I start now? You’re making your face all sad with those useless thoughts. Like I said, it wouldn’t have mattered to me if you were a Beta.”
“…….”
“And who would go to such lengths for someone they don’t care about?”
He lightly kissed my cheek, then followed it with a series of kisses down my nose, my lips, and even over the lace blindfold, leaving no part untouched.
The sound of his kisses filled the room relentlessly, like an overplayed melody.
Thinking about it, my stomach churned. Had I taken my medication?
No, I hadn’t.
And there wasn’t anything on hand now, so I only had one choice left.
Gritting my teeth, I curled my fist tight.
I’d gotten used to holding in my pain.
This wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
As the ache in my stomach twisted again, he whispered softly from above me.
“So, stop having those thoughts. I’m holding back from devouring you whole.”
I clenched my mouth shut, stubbornly refusing to speak.
The pain gradually subsided.
As he lightly brushed his fingers over my tightly sealed lips, he sighed and pulled away.
Once the warmth of his body left, only a cold breeze lingered in its place.
Just as I began to pull my shirt back down, his hand slid behind my back and lifted me.
Instinctively, I clung to his shoulders.
“Ah…!”
He slid his arm under my knees and another beneath my back, hoisting me up as my legs dangled awkwardly in mid-air.
“Maybe a good meal will make you feel better? You’re quite the handful. I’m not even into this sort of thing… Do you want to cry? Meow for me. It’s surprisingly pleasant to hear.”
I suddenly remembered what I’d said to CEO Han yesterday.
Was this a coincidence?
No, it couldn’t be. That thought made me dismiss the idea entirely.
How would he know? If he did, I wouldn’t be alive right now.
Unless, of course, he was just teasing me. Has this guy lost his mind?
As I struck his shoulder, I couldn’t help but pull my lips into a frown.
“Fine, I’ll do it. Meow meow. Maybe that’ll make me cute.”
I shuddered.
Who the hell was this man?
Looking down at Han Doha, I let out a hollow laugh.
I always had to look up at him because of my height, but now I was finally able to look down at him.
As I glanced over his straight nose and smooth lips, I caught a glimpse of his solid chest through his loosely tied bathrobe.
What kind of diet does one follow to end up with a body like that?
As I stared at his chest, I felt the soft touch of the chair under my feet.
Spread across the table in front of the sofa was an extravagant breakfast feast—tomatoes, pale strawberries, scrambled eggs with bacon, strawberry jam-filled toast, smoked salmon eggs benedict, and a salad bowl filled with the god-awful greens I’d grown sick of seeing every day.
Can I even eat all of this?
I glanced at Han Doha, who had already taken a seat on the sofa and placed me on his lap.
How did this happen?
This wasn’t the position we were in earlier.
I squinted at him in confusion, but before I could react, something was suddenly pushed into my mouth.
As I chewed, I tasted the sweet syrupy flavor.
The soft fruit melted in my mouth as I chewed away, but then I wondered what I was even doing.
I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, but before I knew it, I was chewing again.
Huh, it’s pretty good.
It tasted like strawberries, but also kind of like sugar.
Like a baby bird, I kept accepting whatever he fed me.
Only after quite a while did I shake my head and close my mouth.
I was full, and I didn’t have the energy to eat any more.
Noticing this, Han Doha tilted his head, clearly in disbelief.
“You’re only eating that much?”
“I don’t have the strength to eat anymore.”
He made a small noise and pressed his fingertips against my lips, pushing them apart again.
As I tried to pull away, it only looked like I was licking his fingers.
The sound of it filled the room.
My breath quickened, and he gently pressed his fingers against my tongue, applying just enough pressure not to hurt me.
I had to use every ounce of restraint I had not to bite his fingers off.
“Your tongue is red, but your skin is so pale.”
“Ghh…”
“And your insides are warm, too. I thought they’d be cold.”
He let go of my hand, then buried his face in my nape, inhaling deeply.
Meanwhile, his hand slid down my waist, grazing over the soft skin, and moved like a creeping snake, slipping between the thick ridges.
His fingers immediately began to rub the place he had been all night.
The slick sensation, likely from saliva, sent shivers down my spine.
The faint scent of him lingering in the air grew stronger.
Was he planning to go again?
No, I couldn’t let that happen.
I had work tomorrow.
Plus, my back felt like it might break earlier when I moved, and thinking about that made me realize I might need to spend the entire day recovering.
Reflexively, I shook my head, signaling it was a no.
With a hum, he stopped rubbing my perineum and other areas and finally withdrew his hand.
“Getting hard here? You’ve got no conscience.”
I looked down to see myself fully erect, pre-cum leaking out.
How could I be this hard from just a bit of touching?
I wanted to die from embarrassment and rested my forehead on his chest, muttering in a voice so hoarse it barely escaped my throat.
“I’m… healthy, that’s all.”
“How do you plan on dealing with it?”
“Just… wait a little…”
It’s a natural thing for men, right?
Just wait a bit, hum a few song lyrics, and it should go down.
The embarrassment was overwhelming, and I pressed my palm against the lace blindfold, wanting to disappear from this world.
“No, you can’t.”
“And if you can’t hold it, you’ll go off by yourself? After everything I did for you? I can’t believe you’d try to finish yourself off after I fed you so well. Is that a habit of yours? Getting hard anywhere, anytime?”
“You…!”
“Can I eat it?”
Han Doha asked, as he grasped me with one hand and lazily rubbed the tip with his thumb.
A surge of tension tightened my waist.
Startled, I pushed my arms out, trying to pull away, but he was faster.
Han Doha grabbed my arm, pushing me onto the sofa, straddling my thighs with a firm grip.
My face flushed red as I saw my fully erect self standing out, like a white shirt pulled up.
I tried to push him away with one free arm, using my feet to shove at the sofa. I had to escape.
This was bad—if we went any further, I might die.
“Do you know…?”
“Know what…!”
“What I fed you earlier was eternal snow. It’s rare to find in the summer. Its sweetness level is incredibly high because it’s not winter.”
As I recalled his words, whispered during our previous cycle, I finally remembered.
A groan escaped me, and heat rose to my face so intensely that I didn’t need a mirror to know.
My eyes unconsciously traveled to his chest, where the nipples poked through the white shirt.
My body must have been losing its mind.
The shame made me want to run away.
“Your nipples are hard again. With such a sensitive body, anyone would want to bite you at first sight. Were you always this sensitive?”
No way. I shook my head, and Han Doha let out a satisfied laugh, as if pleased to be the first to discover it.
His fingers pressed my stiff nipples, and when I squirmed and let out a whimper, he peeled my shirt back a little more, lightly grasping my throbbing erection.
He put on a serious expression as he spoke.
“Your dick is as pretty as your nipples. How can it be this color? When it’s relaxed, it’s a nice pink, but when you get excited, it turns red. And when you come, the tip turns bright red, and your cum is so white. Is it because of your skin?”
“Sto…!”
I writhed almost convulsively, spitting out words begging him to stop.
My face was burning up with shame and humiliation.
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Bro, this is high level self-gaslighting. You know he knows it you secretary…
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you are so busted hahaha
How come you’re still being in denial??? 😂 He dropped all the hints but you still stubbornly convincing yourself that he didn’t know?? 🤣
Self gaslighting is real 😮💨