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“No.”
“Liar. You clearly tripped me, didn’t you?”
“If you know that, sit at the table.”
In a tone far removed from the gentleness he used with Siho, Kang Taeyun gestured to the table with his chin.
His expression made it clear that he would not concede the bed.
“I don’t want to. Siho said we can sit anywhere, what right do you have?”
“Joohwan. I hate fighting. You know that I dream of being a pacifist.”
Yoo Joohwan gave a scornful look at the softly smiling Kang Taeyun.
It was an expression only friends would share.
“Pacifist, my butt. You’re a blackmailer.”
Whether a type of pheromone passed between the two, Yoo Joohwan muttered and headed for the table.
His face was full of complaint, but it wasn’t an expression of genuine displeasure.
Watching the two, Siho cautiously spoke, looking for an opportunity.
“Since I don’t have the bag now, can I go to the convenience store?”
He intended to abandon the house and bolt if necessary.
Hiding his dark intentions, he spoke cheerfully, but Moon Dowon, who was nearby, headed for the door and replied.
“No. You stay here. I will go.”
“…But I was going to go?”
“Then come with me.”
Siho shook his head at his blunt remark.
Maybe with Kang Taeyun or Yoo Joohwan, but going out with Moon Dowon meant there was no way to escape.
Faced with his bulldozer-like manner, Siho cheerfully waved his hand.
“Have a safe trip. Bring back some beer and snacks when you come. I’d like some fruit too, but I guess that’s a no?”
“…”
“I feel bad for asking a guest to run an errand, but what can I do? You’re the one going.”
Siho wore a politely apologetic expression but inwardly stuck out his tongue.
Moon Dowon’s eyebrows subtly moved at the pathetic look.
It seemed that guy, who claimed to be Seo Siho’s friend, might have some ability to read minds.
“I’m leaving.”
Moon Dowon didn’t say anything else and simply left the doorway.
When the door closed, Siho turned around and saw the two men watching him.
“Want to watch some TV?”
“Before that, take off your hat and jacket. You’re home, don’t you feel stuffy?”
At Yoo Joohwan’s words, Siho took off his hat and lightly shook his head.
Since it was June and summer was approaching, he was hot too.
As he was about to take off his jacket right there, his eyes met Kang Taeyun’s.
“Should I take it off for you?”
“No. I’ll go change into something comfortable.”
Siho affectionately declined, seeing his softly curved eye-smile.
He didn’t know since when, but except for the moments when Seo Siho’s emotions synchronized, his desire for the three men was controllable.
If they didn’t intentionally create a suggestive atmosphere, talking to them face-to-face was possible.
“That’s a shame. Just taking off your jacket should be enough.”
Siho wanted to follow Kang Taeyun’s suggestion, but if he showed his bitten shoulder, he didn’t know how Yoo Joohwan would react.
Not wanting to cause any trouble, he headed toward the closet, only for Yoo Joohwan to get up and approach him.
“I don’t like it. The fact that you’re openly hiding something.”
“…Joohwan.”
“I already knew about the bite mark on your shoulder. It’s right next to your neckline; it would be strange if I didn’t notice.”
He nudged the jacket aside, saying the area was too noticeable.
Siho winced at the touch on his injury.
“You may not know it, but you’re filled with Kang Taeyun’s sensual scent.”
“…”
“Still, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? That you’re a Beta, not an Omega. That’s why the three of us can share you.”
He spoke as if it was perfectly fine to have sex with other Alphas since there was no imprinting.
Most Alphas supposedly dislike it when others touch their partners, but Yoo Joohwan seemed unfazed.
“Instead, let me make my mark today too. I want to bite this spot, not the shoulder Kang Taeyun bit.”
He secretively rubbed the spot between Siho’s hip bone and buttock.
He didn’t forget to smile chillingly, as if he wanted to immediately bury his face there and suckle.
“Should I just do it on the inside of your thigh? Or here?”
The place Yoo Joohwan pointed to was his central region.
Tug.
Only a sensual moan escaped Siho’s lips, reacting as he lightly poked it with his fingertip.
“Oh? You got an erection just from a poke?”
“A-no, I didn’t?”
“What do you mean, no? It’s heavy.”
“…”
“It’s a shame, but not right now. That spot will taste best when it’s tied up and marked, so don’t be hasty and wait.”
He showed his even teeth and let out a laugh filled with madness.
It was a chilling smile, enough to leave out on a rainy street.
Siho instinctively looked at Kang Taeyun, who was the cause of all this.
Kang Taeyun, wearing an unreadable expression, simply leaned against the wall and watched.
“Taeyun.”
“Yes.”
Siho blinked rapidly, asking him to help since he was the one who caused it.
It seemed that Kang Taeyun was the highest in the hierarchy among the three.
Siho remembered reading that Alphas established their hierarchy through a battle of wills before forming a friendship.
“Do you have something you want to say to me?”
Kang Taeyun smiled like a sly fox, wearing a harmless expression.
His transparent, ‘I know nothing’ face was annoying, but conversely, Siho couldn’t completely hate it.
He wasn’t usually picky about faces, but whenever he saw Kang Taeyun’s face, he felt his resolve weakening.
‘What’s going on? Why do my feelings keep getting weird only around Kang Taeyun?’
His calm and nervous emotions seemed to indicate that he was interested in him.
It wasn’t the sexual curiosity of wanting to be taken by Moon Dowon or Yoo Joohwan, but rather the feeling of encountering a fantasy celebrity in real life.
It was a feeling he couldn’t easily define.
“Siho. You need to speak clearly. Didn’t you have something you wanted to ask of me?”
“No.”
“…”
“I’m just going to take off my pants.”
It was a ‘let-fate-decide’ kind of intention, but in reality, he wanted to experiment.
To find out what Kang Taeyun’s personality and preferences were.
To see what would happen if he deviated from the situation he predicted.
He wanted to rip off that relaxed mask.
“What?”
“I don’t want to just take them off. Ah, the table would be nice.”
Siho bypassed Yoo Joohwan, climbed onto the table, and unbuckled his pants.
He unzipped them while keeping his eyes on Kang Taeyun, whose smiling face showed no change.
“You said you wanted to leave a mark here, right?”
Siho slightly lowered his pants, showing the area Yoo Joohwan had pointed to.
He knew from Kang Taeyun that being bitten would hurt but would immediately be followed by pleasure.
As he ran his finger over his dry lips and rubbed his side, Yoo Joohwan’s eyes changed.
“Our lover is quite explicit, isn’t he?”
He curved his lips wide, saying this was exactly his preference.
Siho didn’t take his eyes off Kang Taeyun even as Yoo Joohwan’s hand approached slowly.
“Are you sure? It’ll hurt if I bite you.”
Whether it was the hip area or the collarbone area, it was all the same to Siho.
Yoo Joohwan, like a madman, sniffed his skin scent, then quickly grabbed his wrist and laid him down on the table.
His hip bone hitting the hard glass hurt more than he expected.
“Who are you looking at? You should be looking at me.”
“…”
“Ah, this isn’t fun. I want to give in to your wishes, but I guess I’m too gentle.”
“…What do you mean?”
“You can’t control your expression. I can see what you’re trying to do to provoke me.”
“…”
“It would be better to think before you act next time. I like things quite rough and messy.”
Saying that the answer was sufficient, he buckled up Siho’s pants and zipped them up.
Siho blushed, seeing Yoo Joohwan even help him stand up.
He thought he had been acting well, but it seemed they had been seeing right through his thoughts all along.
“Wasn’t I cool? Not lunging at you like a beast.”
He seemed to think his self-restraint was still cool.
Behind the self-praising Yoo Joohwan, Kang Taeyun gave a dry laugh and pulled out the ointment from the drawer under the TV.
He must have remembered the spot where Siho had taken it out for the treatment.
“Why aren’t you answering? Was I not cool?”
“…No. You were cool.”
Siho sighed lightly, saying something he didn’t mean.
Meanwhile, Kang Taeyun approached him, looked at his reddened wrist, and squeezed ointment onto his finger.
“That must have hurt.”
“…”
“If you’re going to provoke me, do it properly next time. So that I truly lose control and might even commit murder.”
He spoke the cruel words without hesitation and began to apply a thin layer of ointment to the reddened area.
Even in the small gesture, an inherent nobility permeated from him.
“Siho.”
“…Yes.”
“Don’t plot.”
“…”
“You chose this, didn’t you? You’re the one who agreed to handle all three of us.”
Kang Taeyun’s gentle voice was quiet, only loud enough for Siho to hear.
Perhaps he would have silently watched the entire process, even if Yoo Joohwan had fucked him instead of just touching his hip, just like a scene from the novel.
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