Chester breathed heavily, his waist moving frantically as he drove into Ruite.
“Ah! Haaah…!”
Unable to withstand the force, Ruite’s body was pushed upward, prompting Chester to wrap his arms around Ruite’s shoulders.
As his length, which had been persistently pressing against a specific internal point, buried itself deep inside, Ruite gasped and threw his head back.
In that instant, Ruite’s body spasmed as he reached his release.
Chester, unable to hold back any longer, pulled back slightly and followed suit.
Ruite squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of the mass that had been filling him so completely finally retreating.
“Hah… haa…”
Chester panted like someone who had just finished a full sprint, his hands moving as he finished over Ruite’s stomach.
“Ugh…”
Before long, Chester also reached his limit.
Ruite’s abdomen was now completely slick with their shared release.
Chester reached for a towel on the nightstand and began to wipe Ruite down.
As he did, Ruite’s arms flailed weakly in the air.
“Chester.”
“Yeah, I’m right here.”
Chester quickly tossed the towel aside and pulled Ruite into his arms, helping him sit up.
Still breathing raggedly from the lingering heat, Ruite rested his face against Chester’s shoulder.
“Nngh.”
As if he had been waiting for the contact, Ruite nuzzled into Chester’s embrace, his silver hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
“Are you okay? You don’t feel anxious? Try to breathe slowly.”
Chester patted Ruite’s back gently.
Ruite was still leaking pheromones as if the reins on his self-control had been completely snapped.
“…Haa.”
Inevitably, Chester’s own breathing began to turn irregular again.
His length, which hadn’t yet subsided, hardened once more under the influence of Ruite’s scent.
“Chester, let’s do it again.”
Before Chester knew it, Ruite was sitting on his thighs, peppering his cheeks with kisses.
Without suppressants to dull the edge, Ruite was far more affectionate and clingy than usual during his heat.
“Hm?”
“Wait… ah…”
Before Chester could say a word, Ruite pulled his hips back slightly and began to move up and down against Chester’s hardness.
“Chester…”
Ruite drew out his name in a long, trailing whine.
He was busy leaving marks all over Chester’s cheeks, lips, and forehead.
“Haa…”
Faced with such an onslaught of affection, Chester let out a breath, feeling like he might collapse from sheer joy.
In this Empire—no, on this entire continent—was there anyone happier than him?
There couldn’t be. Chester felt certain he was the luckiest man alive.
“Damn it, how are you this cute even during your heat?”
Chester pulled Ruite’s waist flush against him.
After teasing the entrance, he slowly allowed Ruite to sink down onto him.
“Ah…”
They both let out a sharp breath simultaneously.
Chester gripped Ruite’s waist, pulling him even lower.
“It’s too d-deep, hngh…!”
Ruite gasped, feeling as if he were being split in half.
The intrusion felt like it was shifting his very organs as it ground against his inner walls.
“Do you hate it, then?”
Ruite shook his head vigorously.
Chester’s gaze drifted down to Ruite’s flat stomach.
Despite Ruite’s large appetite, his midsection was lean, yet now a slight, rounded protrusion was visible from the inside.
Every time Chester moved, that outline appeared and disappeared.
“Ah… Chester.”
Chester leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth.
He teased the rigid peak with his tongue, circling it just as he ground his hips below.
“Ngh, that tickles.”
The scent of soft soap enveloped Chester’s senses.
He began to thrust upward more forcefully.
Unlike before, the sensation of being hit deeper made Ruite reflexively tense his legs, but Chester wouldn’t allow it.
He gripped Ruite’s hips and pressed him down firmly.
“Haa… ah…!”
“Ruite, open your eyes and look at me. Okay?”
Ruite’s eyelids fluttered.
His eyes were rimmed with red from physiological tears, and his brown irises were hazy and unfocused.
“It goes without saying, but you can only ever show this side of yourself to me. Understood?”
“Ngh!”
“Answer me.”
Chester tightened his grip, demanding a response.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Ruite couldn’t find his voice and simply nodded his head.
“You… haa… you’re mine. Your whole life belongs to me.”
“Haa, ah, ugh…!”
Chester increased his speed, relentlessly grinding against Ruite’s inner walls from below.
“Even if you say you want to break the engagement, I won’t let you. Ugh… I’m never letting you go now.”
“I won’t… I don’t want to break it either…!”
Chester grabbed the back of Ruite’s neck and kissed him hungrily.
He lowered Ruite back onto the bed and began to move in earnest.
They spent the long night sharing their warmth, their bodies entwined until dawn.
“Now, let’s have a look. Young Master, if you could move your arm this way…”
“Yes.”
Ruite was currently at the doctor’s residence in the plaza.
The man examining him was the exclusive physician for the Everhart family.
“Hmm… Fortunately, it seems the heat has passed safely and stably.”
After a few minutes of examination, the doctor nodded with satisfaction and began to record the results with his pen.
“But what brings you here in person? You could have simply summoned me to the mansion.”
“Well, actually… I didn’t take any suppressants this time.”
“Pardon? Oh…”
The doctor looked confused for a moment before letting out a knowing hum.
He understood the implication perfectly.
There was only one way to spend a heat cycle stably without suppressants.
He had wondered why Ruite had come to see him without being summoned or without a word from the Count and Countess, and now he had his answer.
The doctor checked Ruite’s condition one more time with extra care.
Fortunately, there were no issues.
“Hm, Young Master, it is best to carry suppressants with you at all times. There are many unscrupulous Alphas wandering about these days…”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Pardon?”
The doctor tilted his head.
Ruite scratched his hair awkwardly, his face flushing slightly.
“My fiancé was with me, so…”
“Ah.”
The doctor’s eyes widened.
He hadn’t even known Ruite had a fiancé, so the news was a surprise, but it certainly meant Ruite was well-protected.
“I see. I suppose my worrying was for nothing.”
“But please keep what I told you today a secret. We aren’t married yet, and the family hasn’t made a public announcement.”
“Of course. You needn’t worry about that. Still, to think the Young Master I’ve known since he was a child has a fiancé… Ah, why didn’t he come inside with you today?”
“He did come with me, but I told him to stay outside.”
The doctor looked puzzled, wondering why Ruite would insist on that, but Ruite offered no further explanation.
As Ruite finished his appointment and stepped into the hallway, he heard hurried footsteps.
“Ruite.”
The person who came running toward him the second he appeared was, of course, Chester.
As their eyes met, Ruite quickly looked away and hurried out of the building.
“What did the doctor say? Is everything okay? Is the heat completely over? How do you feel?”
“Why are you so curious?”
Despite his blunt reply, Ruite refused to look at Chester.
“Of course I’m curious. You wouldn’t let me go in with you. You said if I followed you, you’d never look at me again.”
It hadn’t just been the clinic; it was this morning, too.
As soon as Ruite woke up and realized the situation, he had locked himself in his room to think.
Chester, who had been fully prepared to make breakfast for Ruite in case he felt unwell, had been left standing frozen in the hallway.
During breakfast and their departure from the mansion, Ruite had kept his distance, barely sparing Chester a glance while giving vague excuses to the Count and Countess.
Having spent the heat together only to be treated coldly the next day, Chester couldn’t help but feel incredibly anxious.
“Are you uncomfortable anywhere?” Chester pressed, leaning in to try and catch Ruite’s gaze.
“You—st-stand a little further away while we walk.”
Ruite widened the gap between them again.
When the sound of the following footsteps grew faint, Ruite glanced back.
Seeing Chester standing still like a lost puppy, Ruite tilted his head.
“Did you… hate it?” Chester asked.
“Huh?”
“I was worried you might be regretting it.”
Ruite paused, thinking about what that meant, and then his shoulders slumped.
With a heavy sigh, he walked back and stood in front of Chester.
“Listen.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m just incredibly embarrassed right now.”
Chester, who had been looking dejectedly at the ground, slowly lifted his head.
Ruite stood there with a bright red face, biting his lip.
“The th-things I did to you yesterday… they’re so, so humiliating.”
“So, the way you’ve been acting since this morning…”
“How am I supposed to look at your face without being shy?!”
As soon as he had woken up and regained his senses, the memories of yesterday had come flooding back.
Being in heat wasn’t like being drunk; the memories didn’t just vanish.
Not only had his heat started at the worst time, but he had crawled into Chester’s room because he missed his scent, got caught, and ended up spending the cycle with him.
In those memories, he was clingy, whining, and doing things he would never normally do.
The fact that he had shown that side of himself to the person he liked was mortifying.
Every time he looked at Chester, his heart raced and his face felt like it was on fire.
He had to avoid him just to keep his composure.
“Haa, I thought it was something serious… I didn’t know it was such a cute reason. I thought you were having second thoughts.”
“Why would I have regrets? You know, you’re surprisingly timid sometimes.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
A look of relief washed over Chester’s face as he gazed at Ruite.
Ruite, still unable to shake off the embarrassment, huffed, “Don’t look at me like that!” and stormed off ahead.
