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Zeroth, checking Sylvian’s gaze, struck his own heaving chest hard.
“Uwah! Aaah!”
“From now on, every time you fail to control your pheromones, you’ll be punished like this.”
Though he didn’t put much strength into his hand, Sylvian’s body, drenched in pheromones, couldn’t distinguish the impact and instead welcomed his touch.
“N-no! Hngh! Ah! Ngh!”
In those delicate eyes, fear and pleasure clashed in a fierce battle.
Smack!
As Sylvian’s eyes began to regain clarity from the sharp slap, Zeroth suddenly pulled out the dildo and pressed his own burning length against the stretched entrance, pushing in.
“Ah—hahk!”
Before he could gather his senses, Sylvian’s body was forced backward.
The thick shaft drove in, pressing and grinding against his inner walls.
A high-pitched moan escaped his lips as the ridged walls were scraped and stretched open.
He had no control over his body below.
A fear crept in—was he going to break like this?
But even as the thought flickered, his body trembled, craving more of Zeroth.
“Should I take your seed into my womb while prettily pissing myself?”
“Hh… Yes! Yes!”
A persistent itch coiled deep in his lower abdomen.
He couldn’t stay still, squirming as if begging to be filled.
Sylvian weakly nodded, his movements uncoordinated.
“Nggh… Hhk… Aaah!”
Zeroth’s length relentlessly stretched Sylvian’s body open, claiming even the hidden space he had never surrendered before.
Sylvian was drowning in pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced.
He knew Zeroth was being unreasonable, but his body refused to obey.
Had it been like this during his heat cycle as well?
His mind had been completely shattered back then, leaving him with no clear memories.
Zeroth had deliberately unleashed his pheromones, and Sylvian’s own responded wildly in turn.
“Kh—ugh!”
Something felt off.
A strange sensation coiled deep inside him.
His body kept plummeting further into Zeroth, and at this rate, he truly felt like he was going to die.
“Hah, ah—!”
“Shh, my wife. You’re fine.”
Sensing his fear, Zeroth pressed a kiss against him.
They explored each other endlessly, both above and below.
“Hiiik! G-Good! Bitch, p-pee, ngh…!”
He needed to say it properly before he got scolded again, but his words kept breaking apart.
All Sylvian could do was cling tightly to Zeroth’s body as he spilled his release once more.
“I—I came…! Hngh! Stop! Ngh! Hiiik…!”
“You are not merely serving your wife—put in a little more effort.”
Zeroth roughly thrust into my inner walls, already hypersensitive from release.
The pheromones made it feel like my cervix was being pushed downward.
‘Should I try knotting him?’
It wasn’t even his rut, so the chances of pregnancy were low.
He wondered what Sylvian’s face would look like, sobbing uncontrollably while trapped on his cock.
“My dear, if you take me all the way to the end of your womb, I shall forgive you.”
…What was he saying?
His position changed.
His back touched the blanket.
What… was he trying to do?
A bad premonition crept up his spine at the sight of Zeroth’s satisfied smile.
“Hng, I-I can’t. Mmng!”
As soon as he shook his head in refusal, Zeroth took his soft earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it.
“You’ll do well as a wife. You’ve taken my lessons quite well so far. Once your womb is filled, you’ll get pregnant.”
No way!
Sylvian snapped back to his senses at the word pregnancy, his body twisting as he sobbed, but he couldn’t overpower Zeroth’ strength.
“Hk! Ah! Ahk! ……!”
A sudden, chilling sensation shot through him, as if he were being torn apart from below.
Snap.
Sylvian’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Tears welled up rapidly in his large, startled eyes.
Something deep inside him was being forced apart, and Zeroth’ length swelled within him.
More precisely, it was just the tip—though Sylvian had no way of knowing that.
“Ah, ahh! Ah!”
A scream barely escaped his lips.
It hurt.
It hurt so much!
Did omegas truly have a womb?
Zeroth’s cock swelled, sealing the entrance shut, and no matter how much he tried to pull away, he couldn’t escape.
“Hhng…!”
“There, there. You’re doing well. It’s okay.”
“Aah… ngh—!”
Sylvian’s thin body trembled violently from the shock. Zeroth’s knot had begun.
His cock, tightly locking up his womb, started to release scalding heat inside him.
A large body tightly restrained the one writhing in pain.
Silvian, pinned down by Zeroth, trembled uncontrollably.
“Ah…!”
Zeroth pulled Silvian close, holding him tightly as he wiped away the tears streaming down his face.
Silvian’s lower abdomen had swollen slightly, filled with seed.
“If a baby were to grow here, I think you’d be even more lovely.”
Zeroth thought he must be insane, yet he still carefully caressed Sylvian’s softly rounded lower belly.
There was no chance of a child yet.
But he was certain that if a child resembling Sylvian were ever born, they would be nothing short of adorable.
When he moved his hips in small motions, Sylvian whimpered, crying out that it hurt, seeking his face to press their lips together.
That blind devotion was so endearing that Zeroth gladly deepened the kiss with his young spouse.
“Huuh…”
“It’ll be over soon.”
As expected of a dominant Alpha, his climax was long.
It was a process meant to ensure the Omega’s pregnancy, but more than that, the satisfaction of having completely made Sylvian his own was far greater.
“Hng… R-Really? Will a baby be born?”
Sniffling from the lingering pain, Sylvian cautiously placed a hand on his lower abdomen and asked.
His trembling eyes even seemed to hold a faint trace of anticipation.
‘As if that would happen.’
A chuckle escaped at the innocent reaction.
It wasn’t a rut.
Sylvian wouldn’t get pregnant.
If he had been an ordinary Alpha, it would have happened naturally.
But as a dominant Alpha, even with knotting, pregnancy wouldn’t occur.
What filled Sylvian’s stomach was nothing but his love for him.
“Hahaha. I didn’t realize you were such a fine young man. Truly.”
Viscount Nertian sat in the clubhouse, letting out a satisfied laugh.
After the imperial party, nobles eager to establish ties with the ducal family flocked to me.
Thanks to that, I was at least able to avoid the complete downfall of my house.
“There are a lot of unpleasant rumors about me, which is unfortunate… but it can’t be helped.”
The man speaking in a regretful tone before Viscount Nertian was none other than Timothy Cavern, who had previously frowned inwardly, thinking Sylvian was unattractive.
Timothy curved his long, slitted eyes into a rounder shape as he agreed with the viscount’s laughter.
“The second-born has no choice. They must kill their own desires and live for the first-born.”
“I appreciate your understanding, Viscount.”
Timothy licked his thin lips and observed the viscount, who couldn’t suppress his laughter.
The viscount’s attire had improved since their last meeting.
Each time they met, the number of accessories increased little by little, and the fabric of his clothing grew finer.
Clearly, more people besides Timothy were now clinging to the viscount.
‘How bothersome.’
“How is your wife these days? Is her health still poor?”
“She’s much better now. Thanks to everyone’s concern, she’s gradually regaining her strength.”
The viscount downed the high-proof liquor before him in one gulp.
The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat and into his stomach.
To be able to drink such expensive liquor freely—his eyes gleamed with greed.
His wife was finally gaining energy from all the gifts being delivered to their home.
Although he was frustrated that there was still no useful reply from Sylvian, just the fact that letters were being exchanged with the Duke’s family made others look up to them.
Moreover, every request he made to Sylvian was being fulfilled.
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