“I almost lost my mind for a second there.”
Chester pulled Ruite, who was already in his arms, even tighter.
The warm body heat felt wonderful.
“Stop exaggerating.”
“I’m serious.”
Ruite was about to tell him to stop lying, but he hesitated.
It was hard to call it an exaggeration when the sound coming from Chester’s heart was far from ordinary.
Perhaps because he had just showered, Chester’s natural scent felt cozy.
Then, Ruite suddenly remembered what Rona had said earlier that day—that she could smell pheromones on him.
It must have been Chester’s woody scent.
‘Then, conversely, is my scent on Chester too?’
Driven by curiosity, Ruite began to sniff Chester’s body.
“W-what is it? Do I smell? I just washed up.”
“It’s not that.”
Despite his answer, Ruite focused all his attention on his sense of smell.
“Rona told me today that she could smell a small amount of Alpha pheromones on me. So I was wondering if my pheromones were on you, too.”
Ruite, who had been sniffing Chester’s clothes, began to move in earnest.
Unaware that Chester’s body had gone completely rigid, he pressed his nose close to the nape of Chester’s neck.
But instead of the scent he was looking for, a very familiar and persistent sensation began to rise from somewhere.
“Chester, you…”
Ruite lifted his head slightly.
Chester was covering his mouth with his hand, staring off into the distance.
Ruite’s gaze naturally drifted downward.
“…You’re really healthy, aren’t you?”
“It’s not about being healthy—anyone would react like this if the person they liked approached them like that.”
Well, that wasn’t exactly wrong.
Though he hadn’t intended for it to happen, Ruite felt a pang of guilt, realizing he had been a bit too forward.
“It’s even worse because you’re being so cute today.”
Chester let out a heavy sigh and slowly stood up from the bed.
Seeing Chester walking with an awkward, stiff gait, Ruite reflexively grabbed his hand.
“W-where are you going?”
“The bathroom.”
“To take care of it alone?”
Chester faltered.
Then, as if he couldn’t take it anymore, his face crumpled with suppressed desire, and he crouched down to Ruite’s eye level.
He gently stroked Ruite’s hair.
“Please, don’t egg me on.”
“No, it’s not that I’m egging you on… I just wondered if you really had to do it alone.”
“Ruite, you’re an Omega, and the receiving end takes a much bigger toll on the body. You’ve had so much work lately, and I don’t want to exhaust you.”
If tomorrow were a day off or if the Knights weren’t in such a crisis, it might be different, but lately, work was piling up to the point where even taking a leave of absence was forbidden.
Besides, Chester didn’t trust himself to stop at just one round.
Once he laid hands on him, he would surely lose his reason and crave Ruite’s body relentlessly.
He had felt quite a lot of regret after their first time, seeing Ruite struggle the next day.
“Chester, I keep telling you I’m not as weak as you think. The idea that Omegas are fragile is just a prejudice.”
“I’m not worried because you’re an Omega; I’m just worried because it’s you.”
Ruite thought about it for a moment and nodded.
“Okay.”
“Right, then…”
Chester started to stand up.
He was about to tell Ruite to wait while he calmed himself down in the bathroom, but Ruite reached out and firmly grabbed the waistband of Chester’s trousers.
“W-what are you doing?”
“You said you wouldn’t do it because you were worried about me.”
“Then why are you holding on?”
“Well, I was thinking… we don’t necessarily have to go all the way to relieve you. Like, with hands… or mouths…”
Ruite’s earlobes turned bright red as he muttered in a voice no louder than a mosquito’s buzz.
“You… how do you know about that? Who told you?”
Chester gripped Ruite’s shoulders, looking genuinely shocked.
“…How old do you think I am? I’m an adult who graduated from the Academy with you, remember?”
Of course, he had known even back in the Academy.
While the school discouraged overt displays of secondary genders, that didn’t mean the students lacked adolescent curiosity.
There was always at least one person in class who loved talking about graphic details, so even if one didn’t want to hear it, bits of information were picked up here and there.
“If you don’t want to, then never mind. I’m not trying to force you.”
Ruite had only tried to take responsibility because he felt he was the cause of the situation.
But if Chester wanted to stick to his principles, there was no reason not to respect that.
Ruite let go of Chester’s trousers.
But almost instantly, Chester snatched Ruite’s hand back.
“…I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”
Chester bit his lip, his eyes darting around frantically.
Ruite felt he could finally understand why Chester called him cute without stopping.
At this moment, Chester looked incredibly cute to him, too.
The positions of the two had changed before they knew it.
Chester, who had been heading for the bathroom, was now sitting on the edge of the bed, and Ruite was positioned on the floor—specifically, between Chester’s legs.
“Haaa…”
Chester let out a low groan, the visual stimulation proving to be quite intense.
His lower half, which had been slowly calming down, hardened again instantly.
Revealed from his underwear, his member throbbed with vigor.
Ruite stared at the length that had sprung upward.
The fact that something this large had been inside him made him feel, once again, quite impressed with himself.
Ruite slowly reached out and wrapped his hand around the shaft.
From above, he heard a sharp “Ugh.”
The sensation was vivid—hot, damp, and firm.
As he moved his hand, it twitched as if it were alive.
After sliding his hand up and down a few times, Ruite lowered his head.
When he flicked his tongue against the tip, he felt Chester’s legs flinch.
“Ruite, you don’t have to overdo it, okay?”
Despite his voice being thick with arousal, the hand stroking Ruite’s hair was incredibly gentle.
Ruite nodded and took him a bit deeper into his mouth.
Chester gritted his teeth so hard his jawline bulged.
He nearly let out a ridiculous sound.
Every sight within his field of vision was a sequence of unbearable temptations.
Ruite, sitting between his legs, taking him into his mouth.
Every time that brilliant silver hair moved below him, a hot breath escaped.
He had been happy enough just having Ruite come to his room and hug him, but to have him do something like this was beyond his imagination.
“Haa, ugh…”
As he grew more accustomed to it, Ruite lowered his head further.
As the tip grazed against the rough roof of his mouth, the veins on the back of Chester’s hands, which were gripping the bedsheets, stood out.
Chester forgot all about controlling his pheromones and let them spill out freely.
The inside of Ruite’s mouth was hot and wet.
Every time the soft, slick membranes wrapped around him, a groan threatened to burst out.
The sight of those plump lips parted wide and a red tongue licking the shaft made Chester cling to his sanity with everything he had.
His large hand rested on the back of Ruite’s head.
A dark desire reared its head in one corner of his mind—the urge to push his head down and thrust roughly into his mouth.
But Chester only continued to stroke Ruite’s hair gently.
“Ruite, that’s enough. Come up here.”
“Why? Was it not good?”
Ruite asked, wiping the saliva trailing down his chin.
Chester shook his head.
He didn’t bother to say that he stopped him because it was too good and he was afraid of what he might do next.
“I don’t want to be the only one feeling good. Let’s do it together.”
Chester took Ruite’s hand and pulled him up.
He seated Ruite comfortably on his lap and gently gripped the front of Ruite’s trousers.
“Did you get hard while doing that?”
“…Don’t say such embarrassing things.”
Ruite turned his gaze away.
To think the person who had just volunteered for such an embarrassing act would react like this.
Chester suppressed his desire to penetrate and held both Ruite’s member and his own together in one hand.
“Haaa…”
The scent of soap drifted from a close distance.
It was a scent that always made him feel good.
Chester increased the speed, moving his hand up and down.
The scent of soap gradually grew stronger.
As he looked up to check Ruite’s reaction, his gaze caught Ruite’s chest.
The silhouettes of his slightly stiffened nipples were visible even through his uniform shirt.
“Ah!”
Chester pressed his tongue firmly against a nipple through the shirt.
“So it wasn’t just your lower half that got hard.”
“The, the clothes will get wet… ngh.”
But Chester didn’t care and continued to suck through the fabric.
He grazed the tip, which had sprouted even more than before, with his tongue.
Soon, the chest area of the shirt was drenched.
“Che-Chester… I think I’m going to go. Haaa…”
“Yeah.”
Chester moved his hand with a bit more force.
Ruite exhaled raggedly, hugging Chester’s neck tightly and burying his face in his shoulder.
Chester wrapped his arm around Ruite’s waist.
This was far more satisfying than his own pleasure.
He was crazily in love with this moment—Ruite feeling pleasure so transparently and relying on him as if entrusting him with everything.
After a few more strokes, Ruite reached his climax first.
At that moment, as Ruite’s pheromones bloomed intensely, Chester followed suit.
Chester held and patted Ruite’s slightly trembling body.
“Chester.”
“Yeah?”
“…I love you.”
“….”
Chester froze. His eyes widened in an instant.
“You, w-what did you just say?”
Chester hurriedly grabbed Ruite’s shoulders, but the only response was the sound of regular, soft breathing against his ear.
The man who had dropped a massive bombshell so casually had already drifted off to dreamland.
“Haaa… you, really…”
Chester let out a deep sigh.
That one sentence had caused his lower half to react all over again.
“I guess I really do have to go take care of this alone this time.”
Chester carefully laid Ruite down on the bed and scrambled toward the bathroom.
