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Surely, there were other alphas in this world who could satisfy him.

Even though he had promised to live purely and platonically in this life, it seemed he was doomed from the start.

“Just one at a time, as long as no blades are drawn…”

As Sylvian began to lose consciousness with a calm smile, Zeroth grabbed his c*ck as if to forbid him from falling asleep.

“Ahh, no more… ngh, I can’t…”

“Let me make you feel even better.”

He already felt good—too good, in fact—but all he wanted now was to rest.

If Zeroth was planning to torment him again all night after dinner, the least he could do was grant Sylvian some respite.

Tears streaked down Sylvian’s face as he struggled in vain to escape.

“Ah… Ahh!”

“How should we handle this? Your body seems eager to serve its master a bit more.”

“Ahhh!”

Zeroth teased Sylvian by lightly prodding the sensitive head of his c*ck as though playing with a toy, causing Sylvian’s small body to twitch.

Releasing too much pheromone ruins the fun by making one lose reason.

Zeroth wanted to see Sylvian surrender to him without the influence of pheromones.

‘How entertaining would it be to see someone completely consumed by the pleasure I give and respond entirely to my touch?’

This was merely curiosity sparked by encountering an unfamiliar type of partner.

‘Once the interest wanes, I can discard him as originally planned.’

Splat!

“Ahhh!”

Sylvian reached his climax again, unable to withstand the simultaneous stimulation front and back.

“Oh dear, you’ve wet yourself with ur*ne.”

“Ugh! N-No!”

Sylvian recoiled in horror at Zeroth referring to his release as “ur*ne.”

‘How dare he call my cm urne? Sure, I was born an Omega, and marrying a Beta woman would be difficult, but calling it ur*ne is too much!’

“Was my cck so good you wet yourself? My wife truly is an obscene little slt.”

“Ugh—!”

Sylvian wanted to protest but was left speechless at Zeroth’s confident smirk and nod.

Seeing Sylvian’s flushed face, Zeroth’s eyes darkened even further.

“You’ve been leaking so much ‘ur*ne’ that, as your husband, I can’t help but worry. Perhaps I should begin some potty training for my wife soon.”

“It’s not ur*ne!”

Sylvian, terrified at the mention of “training,” used his trembling arms to cover his c*ck.

‘Like I’d ever allow that!’

Sylvian glared at Zeroth with all his might.

“If it’s not urne, what is it then? Surely, you’re not claiming it’s smen meant to impregnate another Omega or Beta, are you?”

Trapped between Zeroth’s sturdy arms, Sylvian realized his intent.

Zeroth would not tolerate Sylvian’s masculinity or the slightest hint of him being with anyone else while he was “the wife.”

Though feeling wronged, Sylvian couldn’t bring himself to meet Zeroth’s gaze, which bore down on him like a predator.

Clink.

“I trust you haven’t entertained thoughts of embracing anyone else, my dear wife?”

Zeroth grabbed Sylvian’s chin as if to demand his attention.

The grip was gentle but unyielding, making it impossible for Sylvian to turn away.

“Don’t forget that you are my wife.”

“…I know.”

Sylvian’s meek attempt to avoid his gaze made Zeroth chuckle lowly as he leaned in closer.

“If there’s no intention of being with anyone else, then this c*ck of yours is practically useless for reproduction, isn’t it?”

“Ugh, ah! Agh!”

Letting go of his chin, Zeroth swatted Sylvian’s hands away and grasped his c*ck firmly.

Sylvian’s small body trembled under the touch, his c*ck responding quickly despite his protests.

“When your husband touches you, it gets so eager to spill its contents. But let’s not call it c*ck.”

“Ahh! Nghh!”

Sylvian squirmed, unable to resist the sensation of Zeroth’s hand stroking him.

“Stop, please, stop!”

“I can’t allow my wife to release smen. urne from an Omega is another story, though.”

At the brink of release, Sylvian’s body shuddered violently as Zeroth obstructed the escape.

The pleasure burned hot, clouding his vision as Zeroth’s firm voice echoed in his ears.

“I hate to admit it, but you leave me no choice.”

As Sylvian unknowingly arched his back upon reaching his climax, Zeroth blocked the opening, preventing the heat from escaping.

The overwhelming pleasure made Sylvian’s vision spin as Zeroth’s resolute voice rang in his ears.

As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t deny it.

His swollen c*ck throbbed uncontrollably, pushing his limits and shaking his remaining composure.

“Ahhh! Agh! Please, stop now.”

“I cannot bear to imagine my wife impregnating someone else. You must endure this, my dear.”

While delivering this infuriating remark, Zeroth’s thumb roughly teased the sensitive tip of Sylvian’s c*ck.

“Aahhh! Nghh!”

“Do you wish to c*m that badly?”

Zeroth asked as he kissed Sylvian’s tear- and pleasure-soaked face.

The feather-light kiss left Sylvian momentarily dazed.

“Y-yes,” came the unintentional response.

As tears continued to fall, Zeroth kissed him as though consoling him, but didn’t stop.

“But s*men is unacceptable.”

“…No, it’s not.”

“What’s not?”

Finally surrendering, Sylvian raised the white flag he had been holding back.

While Zeroth’s tone was gentle, his actions were anything but; he thrust deeply and relentlessly into Sylvian, ensuring his excitement didn’t wane.

How could he so precisely hit every sensitive spot, igniting a fire that threatened to consume Sylvian whole?

If this continued, he might end up giving Zeroth everything he wanted—a complete confession.

Before that could happen, perhaps offering a compromise would suffice—

“Ngh!”

“Oh? My dear wife, what is it that’s about to spill from your adorable c*ck?”

“Aah! Ahhh!”

Sylvian thought it was the price of compromise, but he was being dragged along entirely by Zeroth’s pace.

‘What’s the big deal about dying? I’ve already died once. Yet, here I am, clinging to him, using fear as an excuse.’

Lost in thought, Sylvian shuddered as Zeroth’s hand teased the tip of his c*ck again, forcing it to the brink of release before blocking it, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

“Sylvian. What exactly is it that you’re trying to release?”

“U-urne. It’s urne.”

“While you’re my wife, anything that comes out from here is nothing but a btch’s urne. Do you understand?”

Nod. Nod.

Sylvian’s desperate agreement made Zeroth smile approvingly as he planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

Then, Zeroth began thrusting into Sylvian’s most sensitive spot while moving his hand rapidly.

“Ahhh! Hic! Nghhh!”

Splat.

Drip, drip.

Drip.

“Once again, my wife has wet himself because he finds my c*ck so delicious.”

“…N-no.”

Sylvian wanted to respond but couldn’t muster the strength to move even a finger.

“A wife who wets himself because of his husband’s c*ck—isn’t that far too obscene?”

“No, that’s—”

Hearing Zeroth repeat the same humiliating words over and over made Sylvian’s face flush with heat.

The one being lewd was the other side.

Zeroth knew full well that Sylvian was experiencing everything for the first time, yet he kept pushing the boundaries after their first physical encounter.

Sylvian understood this in his head but couldn’t express it outwardly, instead being swept away by Zeroth’s lead.

“Please, just let me go, let me go,” he thought.

Even as he internally prayed for Zeroth to discard him, he blamed himself for his fickle rationality, which ignited like a dry flame at the slightest spark.

‘This might be why I ended up getting stabbed,’ he lamented.

“I’m not,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Zeroth asked.

“This… I’m not, ngh, I’m not lewd.”

Sylvian’s expression was utterly distressed, scrunched up in frustration, but it only made Zeroth chuckle dryly.

Not lewd, when he was dripping wet both front and back?

The couch was already damp from the fluids spilling out of Sylvian’s body and his arousal.

Even Zeroth had to admit Sylvian’s body was exceptionally sensitive.

With a naive, clueless face, Sylvian oozed sweetness, making it impossible for someone like Zeroth to leave him alone.

There were indeed people with bodies particularly attuned to sensation, but Sylvian seemed to be an extreme case.

It was said that male omegas had certain traits evolved for survival, and in Sylvian’s case, his body had clearly blossomed into one meant to ensnare alphas, unbearably sensual by nature.

“And yet, while claiming you’re not, whose cute little hole is sucking on its master’s cock so greedily?” Zeroth teased.

As Zeroth’s hand traced the stretched entrance of Sylvian’s hole, already stuffed full with his length, another high-pitched whimper escaped Sylvian’s lips.

Tea time was far from over.

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