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Saheon held his breath.
The amount of pheromone seeping from the bathroom was overwhelming—even destabilizing.
Compared to what he’d sensed before—just a drop of ink—this was like someone had spilled half a bottle.
Still, he could endure.
If Saheon were the type to lose control over something like this, he would’ve made a mistake long ago.
“Wookyung-ssi.”
He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, calling his name as he looked around.
Like the room, the bathroom was spacious—more like a powder room, really.
Wookyung’s clothes were scattered across the floor, looking hastily discarded.
That meant… the scent he smelled was only from the clothes.
Beyond them stood a frosted glass door.
The sound of running water came from inside.
“Wookyung-ssi, may I come in?”
Picking up the clothes, Saheon folded them neatly and waited.
But there was still no response.
Could he not hear?
Or was there another reason?
Knock. Knock.
He knocked gently again and waited.
Still no answer.
He didn’t hesitate for long.
Thud.
A crashing noise came from inside.
“Wookyung-ssi, I’m coming in!”
Without delay, Saheon pulled the glass door open.
A far thicker, more seductive wave of pheromones hit him—beyond comparison to before.
It curled around his entire body.
He held his breath, then slowly exhaled.
The room was thick with steam.
He walked in quickly, and finally found him—Wookyung, collapsed in the bathtub.
The earlier noise must’ve been the showerhead bouncing on the floor.
“…Are you okay?”
Saheon first turned off the water and carefully observed Wookyung.
Since his head was bowed, it was impossible to read his expression.
But his back was trembling faintly, his shoulders hunched tightly—seeing this, Saheon felt a sudden pang of worry.
“Haa……, hh……”
How could he check his condition?
Should he coax him more gently?
As Saheon hesitated, a slow, sweet moan reached his ears.
Startled, he looked at Wookyung again.
He was still staring at the floor.
“Hahk, hahk, hh…… hahk.”
His breathing was rough, his voice thick with heat.
And every time his body shuddered, a tart, intoxicating pheromone scattered around him, like juice dripping from overripe fruit.
“No way.”
There was no mistaking it now.
The omega pheromones wrapping around him with clear intent were unmistakably Wookyung’s—he was calling for him.
“S-Sa, hh—Saheon, hh—ssi. I-I, hh—I don’t feel… right……”
Finally, Wookyung’s face came into view.
His feverish eyes were brimming with tears, his lips bitten raw and bleeding.
Saheon’s heart ached with a dull throb.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.”
He soothed him without daring to touch him—he didn’t know how contact would affect him.
But contrary to Saheon’s hesitation, Wookyung reached out first, gripping his arm with desperate strength.
For a moment, it almost seemed like a plea for help.
“I-I, hahk—hh—what do I… do……”
Stammering, Wookyung twisted his body.
Between his parted lips, ragged gasps and heated moans spilled out.
The dizzyingly thick pheromones were the same.
Saheon’s gaze dropped—between Wookyung’s trembling thighs, his arousal stood fully erect.
Even half-submerged in water, the sight of him leaking slick was unmistakable.
And that wasn’t all.
A steady stream of fluid trickled from between his cheeks, soaking the tub.
There was no doubt now—Wookyung’s condition was clear.
Saheon gritted his teeth hard enough to creak before speaking slowly.
“Wookyung-ssi, listen carefully.”
He wasn’t sure if Wookyung even understood.
His body pressed flush against Saheon’s—damp, burning, sweet, and thick with scent.
What alpha could resist such temptation?
Especially when it was someone Saheon had longed for.
For a moment, even his own rationality wavered.
But if he gave in now, he might regret it.
He clenched his jaw again before speaking.
“You’re in heat right now.”
“Hh—haa… wha… hh—”
Wookyung’s glazed eyes met his.
He probably didn’t even comprehend the words.
Of course—his consciousness was already slipping.
Still, Saheon had to explain and ask for permission.
“I know it’s painful, but hold on a little longer. I’ll take care of you carefully. Understood?”
Wookyung’s head bobbed rapidly—not out of comprehension, but because he’d heard Saheon would relieve him.
The moment he got his answer, Saheon reached between Wookyung’s legs, intent on putting out the most urgent fire first.
“Hhaaah—!”
The moment his fingers wrapped around Wookyung’s heated length, a sharp moan tore from his throat.
His upper body collapsed against Saheon, clinging to him completely.
Ignoring how damp his own body was becoming, Saheon stroked him steadily.
Thick, sticky fluid spilled from the tip, coating his fingers and wrist.
Wookyung writhed, moaning incessantly.
With every movement, more pheromones flooded the air.
“Ah—ah!”
When Saheon rubbed the base and flicked the tip with his thumb, Wookyung’s hips jerked—thick, milky release spurting out.
The liquid mixed with the water and vanished, but the bittersweet scent lingered.
“Hahk—haa, hh—”
Wookyung panted, his hot breath ghosting over Saheon’s neck and chest.
Saheon’s own body reacted helplessly, swelling uncomfortably against his pants.
At least he was still clothed.
Even after release, Wookyung’s arousal hadn’t subsided.
If anything, it twitched impatiently, dripping more slick as if begging for deeper stimulation.
The way his hips rocked made his desires obvious—even Saheon could tell.
But he couldn’t go further here.
“Let’s move.”
Saheon slipped an arm under Wookyung’s shoulders and another beneath his thighs, lifting him effortlessly.
“Wookyung-ssi, stop that.”
Saheon frowned as Wookyung’s hand groped at his trapped erection.
“H-Hurry… please…”
But all he got in return was a whimper.
The hand rubbing against him was frantic.
The blatant temptation made Saheon’s restraint waver.
But he couldn’t give in yet—he had to get them to the bed first.
“W-Wait, Wookyung-ssi, just—”
Ignoring him, Wookyung licked a stripe up his neck.
Saheon bit his lip hard.
His own arousal throbbed, the fabric of his pants straining.
“Hhh—Saheon-ssi… please…”
Driven by instinct, Wookyung kept calling for him, craving union.
He rubbed his lips and tongue over Saheon’s skin, fingers kneading the hardness trapped in his pants.
Maybe I chose the wrong room.
The distance from the bathroom to the bedroom had never felt so long.
Of course, this was where Saheon always stayed—he had no reason to go elsewhere.
But right now, the delay was unbearable.
“Haa… haa…”
Hot breath hit his nape, sending shivers down his spine.
Chup—tsk.
Wookyung’s kisses along his neck made every nerve hypersensitive.
With a rough kick, Saheon shoved the bedroom door open.
The luxurious decor didn’t register—his focus was solely on the massive bed dominating the room.
Thud.
He dropped Wookyung onto the mattress.
When he looked up, their eyes locked.
The omega’s lust-darkened gaze clung to him like it wanted to devour him whole.
“Hurry.”
That single word shattered the last of Saheon’s restraint.
His head dipped.
Their lips crashed together, the wet sound loud in his ears.
Breath, saliva, and pheromones tangled—exploding between them, filling the room.
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