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Sejin, the person who had made a name for himself by sweeping gold medals at various international competitions, starting from his first Olympics at 18.
A sports star who had grabbed the Korean fencing scene by the collar and raised its level when everyone thought the aging team was on its way out.
He hadn’t won an award in his debut Olympic year, but he’d still been nominated for Athlete of the Year.
That said it all.
Given Joo Sejin’s standing domestically and internationally, this situation was all the more absurd.
Sejin was not only a beloved figure in Korea but also a global fencing star.
His rise to fame could be attributed to two things: his insane talent, which earned him the title of a once-in-a-lifetime genius, and his looks.
Standing close to 190 cm, with a lean yet muscular build that surpassed even most models, Sejin had a perfect physique.
Not to mention his small head.
His delicate facial features were perfectly arranged on a face the size of a palm, leaving him with a youthful appearance that made many fans hope he would retire early from sports and start a second career as a celebrity.
Some might question whether they were fans of Sejin or just his face, but even if you weren’t a fan, if you were Korean, you’d likely recognize him as “that fencer who’s better-looking than most celebrities.”
So why would Sejin need to find a mating partner through an agency?
Omegas willing to spend a night with him were probably everywhere he went.
Plus, he was still at the peak of his game, maintaining his world ranking at number one ever since he debuted in international competitions.
Unless he’d been hit on the head, there was no reason to take such a risk that could harm his image if word got out.
So the only reason Taehyun could think of was this:
“He probably just wanted to experience being with an omega in a ‘safe’ way.”
Sure, there were plenty of people who’d want to sleep with Sejin, but being such a well-known figure, he might have been worried about rumors spreading.
If he had a one-night stand with someone he didn’t know, and they started bragging on gossip sites or the internet about having sex with Joo Sejin, it wouldn’t just end with a breach of privacy—it would be a huge headache.
On the other hand, a mating partner would cooperate with him to maintain strict confidentiality for both their public images.
If he just wanted to try sex like any other inexperienced young alpha, this was the safer option.
That’s how famous Sejin was.
Seeing the resolute look on Sejin’s face, Taehyun let out a sigh and asked again.
“Are you sure you can handle me?”
This wasn’t a question Sejin could easily answer.
Taehyun’s expression was full of doubt.
To be honest, he’d never felt lacking in the looks department.
But there was a clear difference between being objectively good-looking and being the type that typical alphas or men were attracted to.
There were plenty of men who found other men attractive, but Taehyun didn’t think Sejin was one of them.
While Taehyun’s appearance might have been considered attractive, he was mainly popular among women who didn’t know he was an omega or among omegas who assumed he was an alpha.
Given his physical image, it wasn’t surprising that there were misunderstandings.
But one thing was certain: for a kid who came expecting to experience being with an omega, Taehyun was far from the ideal partner.
Even if he said he was okay with it, he might find out that his body didn’t cooperate when it came down to it.
Thinking it might be better to end things cleanly than to go through an uncomfortable experience, Taehyun bluntly asked, and Sejin responded with the same determined face.
“Yes.”
And then there was silence again.
“……”
“……”
What is this?
Where is this confidence coming from?
Taehyun, at a loss for words, found himself unable to either leave or sit back down, awkwardly frozen in place.
It was then that Sejin spoke up again.
“Do you want to check if I can or can’t do it? There’s no need for more talk. Let’s just get on with it.”
Meeting his gaze so calmly, Taehyun suddenly felt a chill down the back of his neck.
It was like facing a dangerous predator; there was an instinctive sense of danger.
“No, I wasn’t thinking that far. It doesn’t have to involve a full pheromone exchange….”
Of course, sex was the most efficient method, but it wasn’t absolutely necessary.
Taehyun had come prepared to stop at just a pheromone exchange without any physical contact if the other person seemed uncomfortable with the idea.
But Sejin was firm.
“It’s the most efficient way, so why waste time?”
And soon, a sweet scent tickled Taehyun’s nose, making his hand twitch involuntarily. His first impression of the pheromones Sejin released with an air of triumph was, “Sweet.”
Many people have pheromones in the sweet category—fruity scents, sugary smells, floral notes, and so on.
But Sejin’s scent was something Taehyun had never encountered before.
Granted, he hadn’t had many chances to sniff others’ pheromones for comparison, but still, this was unique.
If he had to pinpoint it, it was closer to a floral scent, yet it wasn’t as rich or intense as roses or lilies, leaving him tilting his head in curiosity.
It was a subtle, fresh sweetness, the kind you might smell in a flower shop or a place full of plants.
Honestly, if someone said that a man nearly 190 cm tall smelled like grass, it wouldn’t seem to fit at all. But maybe because it was Sejin, it didn’t feel strange at all.
Like the saying, “every rose has its thorn,” it made sense that a fragrant, grassy scent would come from Sejin, who had such a pure and delicate image—softly curved eyes, long eyelashes, and small lips.
Taehyun, caught up in analyzing Sejin’s pheromone scent as if he were under a spell, suddenly felt his face flush.
It was only natural, given that he wasn’t used to being confronted with such a concentrated dose of pheromones.
But it wasn’t just his face heating up; it felt like his whole body was warming up, his blood coursing through his veins hotter than ever, creating a strange, uneasy sensation.
“Am I right?”
Sejin, noticing that Taehyun was becoming aware of his pheromones, boldly asked.
Taehyun was still bewildered.
He thought he understood what Sejin was getting at, but it was confusing.
The Sejin he knew wasn’t like this.
He was the kind of guy who hated even brushing against others, so what was he doing here?
Why would he want to try sex?
Sure, most people his age would be curious about it, but Sejin wasn’t just any typical young man in his early twenties.
Amid all his lingering questions, Taehyun felt a natural reaction in his lower abdomen due to the pheromones.
He averted his gaze from Sejin’s intense stare and covered his neck with his palm, which was burning up.
Even though he tried to accept it as a natural phenomenon, it was still a strange sensation.
Here he was, with no romantic feelings at all, wanting to bolt from the room, yet his body was heating up against his will because of the other person.
As an omega, it was unavoidable, but he never imagined that this would happen with someone like Sejin—someone he didn’t even know was an alpha.
It was frustrating and irritating, but there was nothing he could do.
“…Yeah.”
Taehyun finally let out a sigh, not holding it back this time, as he wiped his face with his hands.
Just by catching a whiff of an alpha’s scent, he could feel himself getting wet back there.
What the hell, it’s like I told myself to think twice, and now I’m standing here, pitching a tent.
It felt beastly and unpleasant, but with the way his body was wired, resisting was pointless.
As his naïve beta friend once said, “Isn’t it a good thing to be able to use both the front and the back?”
Since he couldn’t avoid it, the only option was to go with the flow.
“If you can’t keep going, just say so. You don’t have to force yourself to keep up.”
In the end, resigned, Taehyun stood by the bed and casually yanked off his sweatshirt, tossing it onto the sofa.
He unbuckled his pants, which were tightly hugging his hips, and pulled them down, revealing his muscular thighs.
His body, especially his legs, which he’d trained rigorously for martial arts, was sculpted like a statue.
Beneath the tautly stretched underwear, his bulging manhood was clearly visible.
The thought of showing this to Sejin made the back of his neck flush with embarrassment, but there was no going back now.
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