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His pheromones were dangerous.
By the time Junhee realized it, it was already too late.
“Open your mouth.”
Ki Taeryu spoke like a king commanding his subject.
The moment his lips parted so close, Junhee lost the ability to think about anything else—except receiving his scent.
Lowering his gaze, Junhee obediently opened his lips.
A wave of heat and bliss surged in as their mouths connected.
At the same time, a hand trailed down his spine, sending tremors through his lashes.
Who could possibly remain standing before such overwhelming pleasure?
The walls of reason, so carefully built up, collapsed like a sandcastle swept away by the tide.
As he shuddered, greedily absorbing the pheromones being fed to him, his body tilted backward.
Softness met his back, creating a small gap between their bodies.
When he reached out to wrap his arms around Ki Taeryu’s neck again, a low, chilling voice murmured against his lips—
“This time, even if you cry, I won’t stop.”
The deep resonance of his voice sent an ache through Junhee’s lower belly, all the way down to his bones.
For once, there was no mistaking the hunger in those black eyes.
Even if that hunger left him in ruins—
“What you can give me,” Junhee’s tongue moved on its own, without permission.
“…Give me all of it.”
Don’t stop.
Ki Taeryu let out a ragged curse.
“Fuck… Junhee.”
His voice burned, raw and seething.
“How much more do you need to push me until I lose my mind completely?”
With a sharp yank, he grasped Junhee’s shirt.
Buttons popped, scattering to the floor.
Ki Taeryu’s mouth descended on the pale expanse of Junhee’s throat, sucking deep enough to leave his mark.
Again, and again.
Like a starved man devouring his first meal in days, he consumed him—tasting, licking, biting.
Junhee’s body trembled with every touch, his breath catching as the scent of Ki Taeryu’s pheromones poured over him.
Even if it suffocated him, even if it killed him—he thought he would gladly die like this.
Dark bruises bloomed in a line down his body.
Lower, and lower.
His hips twisted, arching against the spreading pleasure, but beneath Ki Taeryu’s towering form, the only thing Junhee could do—
Was curl his toes, like a fragile mimosa leaf folding in on itself.
“In the middle of my engagement ceremony—.”
As he unfastened the last remaining button, he murmured in a low voice.
“Showing up dressed prettier than the bride… that’s cheating.”
Especially when it’s the fancy outfit I bought for you.
When Junhee trembled, covering his eyes with his arm, he swallowed a laugh along with the feel of his soft skin.
He wrapped one hand around Junhee’s slender waist and gripped his waistband.
“Tonight, I can finally check for myself.”
Junhee’s size.
…It might sound insane, but even the humiliation only served to heighten the thrill.
His head spun in dizzying circles.
The lips devouring him felt unbearably sweet, yet somehow, not enough.
“Hurry….”
“Hm? What was that, Junhee?”
“…More. More.”
There was no time to process the words spilling from his own lips.
Panting, he hooked his legs around the other’s waist, pulling him in, drawing out a sharp curse from Taeryu.
A heavy weight pressed down on him, and the familiar outline met his navel.
Pressing their bodies even closer together, Taeryu murmured lazily.
“It’s going all the way in. You sure you can handle it? It’s your first time.”
The eyes staring back at him were filled with something heavier than his own body—pure, unrestrained desire.
His heartbeat was a mess.
It pounded as if he had just finished a marathon, but he wasn’t the only one.
Junhee responded by pulling Taeryu’s firm neck toward him.
“That goes both ways, doesn’t it?”
His lips barely parted before they were swallowed in a kiss.
As expected, a tongue surged in, aggressively pressing against the roof of his mouth as if trying to break something apart.
Humans are creatures of forgetfulness.
No matter how many times they are abandoned, no matter how deeply they are hurt, they always find themselves drawn to warmth again, as if it had never happened.
After all, people live as if they are unaware of their inevitable deaths, even though they know it’s coming.
They crave, despair, and regret.
…So this much should be fine.
Before the chill could settle onto his bare skin, a scorching body crashed into him like molten metal.
Dark, relentless eyes never strayed from Junhee’s face, devouring him with each passing second.
Every touch sent shivers through his body, an unfamiliar tremor surging through his limbs.
“Hngh….”
A large, rough hand gripped his hip firmly before sliding down to seize his ankle.
Then, with a firm grasp, Taeryu spread his legs wider, whispering:
“Relax.”
Leaning down, he murmured softly into Junhee’s ear.
“Unless you want to tear.”
The next moment, Junhee’s scream was swallowed into Taeryu’s mouth.
Each time he surged forward, Junhee was tossed about like a boat caught in a raging storm.
For so long, he had been nothing more than a pet fish confined in a small tank—only to be thrown into the vast ocean.
Thrown out of his shattered glass prison, Junhee gasped for breath.
“D*mn it… Junhee. Yoo Junhee.”
Hearing his own name spill from those lips made him want to disappear completely.
Like seafoam dissolving into nothingness.
- The moment he let go of reason, everything collapsed.
All the restraint he had held onto until now suddenly felt ridiculous.
Taeryu ran his tongue along the tear-streaked skin of Junhee’s cheek, exhaling a languid breath.
“Is it too much?”
Even though he knew the faint nod was there, he pretended not to notice.
“No answer? Guess you can still take more.”
Flipping him over, Taeryu traced his gaze down Junhee’s bare back before pressing their bodies together once again.
Even as he forcefully turned Junhee’s head to claim another kiss, he couldn’t suppress the heat boiling over.
That pale, delicate neck and flushed cheeks were now covered in the marks he had left behind.
It suited him better than any of the clothes Taeryu had ever bought for him.
He should just keep him undressed whenever they were alone.
His own reflection gleamed in Junhee’s hazy brown eyes.
A beast, unsatisfied, ravenous.
As he licked over the bruises he had left, Junhee’s lashes trembled with a faint shudder.
“Fuck… this is driving me insane.”
The beast that had barely fit inside him swelled once more.
If the first time had robbed him of all sense, then with each repetition, his mind only grew sharper.
And yet, he still couldn’t stop.
Watching the omega beneath him struggle to endure his insatiable hunger made him think—maybe he should let him go now.
But seeing how Junhee still reacted to every touch, he simply couldn’t.
He had never understood the minds of addicts, but now, he finally did.
The moment he stepped away, he would crave it again.
The instant they separated, anxiety would claw at him.
It was no different from withdrawal.
They say no one ever tries it just once.
And now, he was living proof.
“This will be the last time.”
Murmuring halfhearted reassurance, he soothed Junhee’s trembling body and pressed down once more.
Afterward, he let himself bask in the afterglow, lazily embracing Junhee as a low rumble escaped him.
Then, after wetting a towel and wiping down Junhee’s exhausted, sweat-drenched body, he felt the heat stir within him again.
“I’m no better than a damn beast.”
If Junhee had the strength to speak, he would have replied,
“At least you have a shred of self-awareness.”
With a smirk, Taeryu ran his fingers through Junhee’s damp hair.
Beneath that smooth forehead, his closed eyelids framed those familiar brown irises.
“That bastard, Ki Taeseong… just what kind of monster did he leave me with?”
How could someone be so utterly intoxicating?
Feeling annoyed, he pinched Junhee’s cheek lightly.
In response, Junhee let out a small whimper, his lips twitching in protest.
The same lips Taeryu had bitten, sucked, and devoured were now swollen, looking even more tempting than any fruit.
He sucked briefly on the lower lip again before pressing his ear close to Junhee’s mouth.
The sound of soft, ragged breaths slowly calmed his own racing heart—though the beast lurking below was still far from satisfied.
He had long since realized that Junhee knew nothing about Ki Taeseong’s whereabouts.
But then, after spotting the phone Ki Taeseong had used, suspicion crept back in.
After returning from Taiwan, he had summoned Junhee outside his house.
“Director, we found no suspicious activity on Yoo Junhee’s phone.”
“Is that so?”
“However… there was one unusual application. It doesn’t appear to be available in public app markets, so it’s either a demo version or privately developed.”
Ye Shiljang had extracted and analyzed the data from Junhee’s—no, Ki Taeseong’s—gray phone.
“We traced the source of the app, but it’s linked to an overseas IP, making it difficult to track. Should we dig further?”
“What kind of program?”
“…A couple matching app. It calculates compatibility rates between users and includes functions commonly found in marriage information services.”
Even when Yeo Daeyun had briefly entered Junhee’s empty apartment to investigate, he had caught him using the app and taken screenshots.
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