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“Anyway, starting today, I’m not free on weekdays. Absolutely not.”
“Then let’s just do light kisses on weekdays. If you say no even to that, I’ll be upset. You need to hide your pheromones. And… you can’t take medicine, right?”
Doha rubbed his cheek against mine like he was being playful, disregarding his size as he nestled closer to me.
Finally, I reached out and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
Even when I stretched my arms, I could only wrap them around his broad shoulders, which seemed to please him as he chuckled softly. I let out a sigh.
Since living with him, my daily life had changed drastically.
Regular meal times became the norm, and a warm bed was something I’d come to take for granted.
Every morning, I awoke surrounded by his pheromones, and his gentle hands would soothe me as I groggily stirred.
Maybe it was because my body had become more at ease, but I noticeably needed my stomach medication less.
From four pills a day, I’d reduced to taking it only once a week.
Even the need for suppressants had almost disappeared, thanks to his constant pheromone presence.
Every night, right after showering, I’d be engulfed in his pheromones.
Being around him so much, at home and work, left me drenched in his scent, to the point that I couldn’t detect my own anymore.
Come to think of it…
What does my scent even smell like?
They say you’re insensitive to your own scent, but to not know it at all?
That thought passed through my mind, and I tapped Doha’s shoulder lightly as he nestled into me.
“Hey, Doha. Do you know what my scent is?”
“…Yeah.”
“What does it smell like? Your pheromones are so strong that I can’t sense mine at all.”
Maybe it was because I’m a recessive that my scent was this faint, but still, it was extreme.
The room was filled only with the smell of rosewood and his cologne.
Now that I thought about it, the ocean scent in the room seemed more soothing than before…
“If I tell you, are you planning to try it out on other guys?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then it’s fine. It’s a scent only I need to know.”
But it’s frustrating not to know… I was about to protest when Doha’s childlike smile made me close my mouth.
He kept pressing kisses to my lips.
The once-irritable man had begun smiling more.
His richer emotional expressions had a way of tickling my heart.
I looked at Doha’s face, capturing it in my mind before wrapping my arms around his neck. I couldn’t handle looking at him any longer.
Every change in my life seemed to revolve around Doha, who kept burrowing into my heart, drawing out emotions I had been trying to avoid.
This is just too much, isn’t it?
I barely managed to pry myself away from Doha and arrived at the restaurant, only to spend an hour eating a solo Hanwoo beef course.
My supposed dining partner didn’t show up, not even a trace of hair to be seen by the time I was done.
The staff led me to a private room when I arrived at the Cheongdam-dong restaurant and mentioned Ha Eunjoo’s name.
The course meal started almost immediately.
Even after I pointed out that my guest wasn’t there, the staff smiled and said:
‘He instructed us to start serving as soon as you arrived.’
The employee said that, but there was no one to confirm it.
After trying calls, texts, and even leaving missed call alerts, I gave up and began nibbling on the beef.
I even tapped my lower back a few times.
I seemed to have recovered enough to move around even after what happened earlier.
“It’s expensive, but it tastes good.”
Money that I was about to bleed out of my bank account, but it wasn’t the meat’s fault.
The fault lay with my sad, empty bank balance.
I chewed the beef while holding back tears, hoping Ha Eunjoo would show up, but even after finishing every course and dessert, he didn’t appear.
I was sitting alone in the quiet room, about to head to the restroom when I stepped out and turned into the hallway.
Just then, someone emerged from the next room, blocking my path.
In movies, when someone lies, the truth often comes out within two or three scenes.
I always laughed at how predictable that seemed.
But now that I was in that situation myself, I couldn’t even smile.
I looked at Doha, who blocked my path, then tried to shift my gaze elsewhere. He sharply shut the door behind him.
“Weren’t you supposed to go straight home? Why are you here?”
“…I got hungry.”
“Eating a solo Hanwoo beef course, alone.”
“If you have money, you should spend it. I came here to treat myself… yeah.”
Barely remembering Doha’s words that hierarchy shouldn’t exist after work, I struggled to use casual speech.
I forced a smile and took a step back to distance myself from him.
Right then, a loud curse rang out from inside the room. It was a familiar voice.
Doha grabbed my shoulder and let out a hum.
“Hyung.”
“…Yeah.”
“Lying is bad. Where did you even learn that?”
“It’s not a lie.”
“Really?”
When I nodded, Doha’s eyes curved into a smile.
A smile from that perfect face should brighten the world, but the air around us felt chilling instead.
I tried to back away but hesitated when I caught his eye.
You never know…
If I just kept quiet…
…quiet…
…quie…
“If I ask the staff for the reservation list, they’ll give it to me. What will you do tonight if it comes to that? You promised you wouldn’t lie.”
It was private information, but in this world, money could make anything possible.
This man knew how to use his power and wealth very efficiently.
His face instantly turned pale.
I tried to smile while gripping his hand tightly, but my lips were trembling.
How was I supposed to handle tonight?
We’d agreed that on weekdays, kissing was as far as we’d go.
But Doha’s words sounded like he was declaring otherwise.
“Well, the thing is… I had an appointment, but I got stood up.”
“You weren’t cheating, were you?”
“No way, CEO. It was a business meeting, strictly professional. Dry and all business.”
Doha seemed to like the phrase “dry and all business” because he chuckled, lightly brushing my hair with his hand.
My hair, which had been slicked back with wax, had a few strands now slipping forward to tickle my forehead.
“Then I guess we should settle this dry and business-like as well.”
I tried to step back, but Doha grabbed my hand.
I had to stall for time—somehow.
My eyes darted around and landed on the counter.
I clutched his forearm desperately.
“The bill! We haven’t paid yet! We have to pay before leaving!”
“I already paid.”
His cold voice cut through the air, and I found myself being dragged along helplessly.
The top-grade Korean beef I’d enjoyed was about to provide a whole different kind of energy.
I needed to get my head straight.
Ever since I’d been spending time with Doha, he’d had me wrapped around his finger, pulling me wherever he wanted.
The next thing I knew, I was kissing him, and things escalated from there.
It was the kissing that was the problem.
He was way too good at it, leaving me dazed and senseless, his touches subtle but driving me wild until I just gave in, unable to resist.
Once, we were happily eating ice cream when things suddenly heated up, and… well, that led to another round of intimacy.
Another time, I was lying on his lap watching a movie in the living room, only for a kiss scene to play, and the mood instantly shifted.
Before I knew it, we were tangled up again.
It happened more times than I could count while doing ordinary things.
I kept reminding myself to stay composed, but late-blooming desire had proven to be dangerously efficient at breaking down my resolve.
And Doha’s tenderness during those moments made it even harder to resist.
I ended up going along with it every single time.
Then there was that one day…
He asked me to sit on his face, and then he licked every inch—my hole, my dick, all of it.
Although most of our encounters were great, that one moment was my least favorite.
How could anyone think of doing that on someone’s face?
Just remembering it made my cheeks burn red.
Aside from that, though, he was an amazing kisser and even better in bed… to the point that I was left fumbling and following his lead.
Even now.
“Wait, no… It wasn’t a lie, really… just an appointment, ugh, a work thing…!”
I kept backing away, trying to escape Doha’s advances.
Fortunately, the hallway was empty. Otherwise, I might’ve ended up smacking my head on something.
“If you made an appointment, you should honor it. Why lie? Or… is there something you’re hiding, which is why you’re so flustered?”
Doha closed in on me with a bright, almost innocent smile, peeling off his jacket, tie, and vest in succession like a predator.
Before I knew it, he was right in front of me, deftly slipping off my jacket.
“Wait, wait a minute…!”
He hadn’t said much in the car earlier, which reassured me somewhat; he even responded to my jokes well, so I figured he wasn’t that upset.
It was a huge mistake to think he’d calmed down.
The moment we stepped inside, he was all over me.
His kisses melted my senses, and he was already ready to move on to the next step.
I fought to push him away, trying desperately to put distance between us, but our home was already saturated with his pheromones.
“It’s not like I’m hiding anything…”
“Not like what?”
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