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Chester kept his eyes locked on Adam’s face as he breathed in again.
The moment the Omega’s pheromones filled his lungs, his violet eyes gleamed—a sticky, molten gaze.
Tension crackled up Adam’s arms, burning past his wrists and elbows, searing all the way to the back of his neck.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The violent pulse beneath Adam’s throat roared loudly.
His own agitation was so fierce his fingertips curled in on themselves.
Chester had said this was a secret place where time lost meaning.
Adam understood that now.
Standing here, bared in every way, time itself seemed to have stopped.
“Just looking isn’t enough.”
With that cryptic murmur, Chester moved behind Adam.
Instantly, Adam’s back prickled with goosebumps.
The moment he sensed something unusual was about to happen, his upper body lurched forward.
The crushing grip pressing him down forced Adam to clutch the chair.
“Ngh—!”
His breath hitched.
The hand stroking his back slid lower.
When something—presumably fingers—parted the cleft of his buttocks, the chair jerked violently.
“My, you’re quite swollen.”
Chester clicked his tongue, as if pitying him.
“Relax. I have no taste for forcing it in where it hurts.”
But Adam couldn’t relax his strength—no matter how hard he tried.
It was because of the fingers gently stroking the swollen, wrinkled hole.
Gripping the chair, he let out a shuddering breath, layer after layer piling up and spilling out.
His face and neck burned like a blazing ember.
Swish, swish.
The sound of something caressing below reached his ears.
Adam wanted to cover them, but his body was rigid, frozen stiff.
The only thing he could do was clutch the chair even tighter.
Clatter!
The chair shook violently, and at the same time, Adam’s heels lifted off the ground.
Something wet and sticky trickled down his thigh.
“Hng—!”
“Hm?”
Chester sounded puzzled.
Suddenly, he spread his fingers wide and swept them along Adam’s inner thigh.
The touch against such a sensitive spot made Adam flinch.
“Are you aroused, Adam?”
“……!”
“You’re leaking omega slick.”
“This is… I mean…”
“It’s a fluid that only comes out when you feel sexual pleasure. You, as an omega, should know that better than anyone.”
His heart sank like he’d done something wrong.
Chester was right.
There was only one reason slick would spill out so suddenly—he’d gotten excited in this situation.
Adam couldn’t believe himself.
Was his body really reacting like this even in such a tense moment?
“I can’t tell if you’re in pain or enjoying this. Ah—maybe both?”
The soft whisper tickled the back of Adam’s neck.
“Should I soothe you?”
Before Adam could answer, Chester’s fingers moved.
They pressed into the cleft of his ass, then spread him wide open.
A hot breath brushed over the red, swollen rim.
Adam’s eyes flew open in disbelief.
“……!”
Kneeling, Chester blew softly against the flushed hole.
The sensation made Adam’s hair stand on end—he wanted to run.
But at that moment, Chester pressed his lips against the forcibly exposed entrance.
“Hahk—!”
Something soft traced the wrinkled flesh.
The moment Adam realized it was a tongue, one of his knees buckled.
“You should keep your legs steady.”
“N-No, how could you… What are you… doing…?”
Shock made his words stumble.
Chester’s voice dripped with affectionate amusement, as if he couldn’t understand the problem.
“‘What am I doing?’ I’m sucking your hole.”
Chester’s lips met his perineum.
He sucked the plump mound, then dragged his tongue upward, the pointed tip flicking over the rim.
The slick pooled inside spilled out with a wet squelch.
“Stop—stop it, please, don’t—ahh!”
Adam’s plea dissolved into a moan as the tongue licking his rim suddenly pushed inside.
It pressed against his inner walls, probing everywhere, the slick sounds making his knees tremble.
This was unbelievable.
To think the day would come when a man would have his asshole sucked—and not just by anyone, but by the infamous Duke Carlisle himself.
“Ah—ahh, please, no, not there—hng!”
Chester scraped his teeth lightly over the rim.
Sharp pain and pleasure crisscrossed like spiderwebs.
Adam shook his head wildly, the unbearable pleasure spreading through his mind.
It feels good, so good—I might die from how good this is.
This is insane. How can getting my ass eaten out feel this good?
Just as he denied himself, panting harshly—
“Yes, we can place the flowerpots here.”
An unfamiliar voice echoed from outside the cave.
Adam nearly screamed.
Chester, equally caught off guard, paused.
“Let’s put the pots near the entrance. They’ll complement the spirit statues nicely.”
“Hmm… We’ll need to decide on the flowers, though. The head butler won’t approve if we just say ‘flowerpots.’ He’s quite particular.”
“Ah, those two? Stubborn, but they do their jobs well. Can’t complain.”
From the conversation, they sounded like castle staff.
Adam felt his blood run cold as he swallowed hard.
Any second now, they could walk in.
“Hhk—!”
A choked moan escaped Adam’s lips—Chester had sealed his mouth over the hole and sucked hard.
The sudden assault on his sensitive flesh shattered his restraint.
“Ah—mmph!”
He slapped a hand over his mouth, but Chester’s tongue didn’t stop.
The wet, obscene sounds frayed Adam’s nerves.
Squelch, squelch.
Please, stop.
Did Chester not care if they were caught because he owned the estate?
The thought made Adam frantic.
He might not care, but Adam did.
Being seen like this by strangers?
Just imagining it was humiliating.
“Mmph…”
Adam pressed his palm harder over his mouth, damp with sweat from tension.
Meanwhile, Chester’s tongue continued its relentless work—even stroking the curve from his pelvis to his thigh, as if telling him to calm down.
“There are plenty of spring flowers. The real question is which to choose. Each has its own meaning and legends, after all.”
“Hmm, flowers that suit the two dukes… Should I look through more reference books?”
“Or perhaps we should ask others. See if there were any particular flowers the dukes favored.”
Fortunately, the voices gradually faded, and the shadows swaying at the cave entrance disappeared.
Soon, the chaotic surroundings stilled, leaving only the two of them submerged in silence.
“Gardeners, it seems.”
Chester was the one who broke the quiet.
He lightly dragged his finger over his own lips, then glanced at the traces of slick and saliva glistening on his fingertips.
“They’re talents I hired personally. They often wander every corner of the garden like that. Oh dear, Adam.”
Chester chuckled.
“You don’t seem in any state to listen, do you?”
Adam still had his palm pressed over his mouth, his body trembling uncontrollably from tension and arousal.
His legs wobbled unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Chester’s gaze drifted downward.
“Hm.”
With an inscrutable sound, Chester’s lips curled up.
His eyes were fixed on Adam’s hardened length, standing stiff and glistening wet in the air, twitching helplessly.
Chester reached out toward the swollen flesh, still throbbing from denied release.
The moment his fingers brushed over the tip, Adam’s back arched sharply.
“Hah—!”
The sudden stimulation whited out his vision.
In an instant, Adam came untouched, thick, sticky strands spilling between his thighs.
“Haah… haah… ngh, ah…!”
Gasping for breath, Adam finally dropped to his knees.
His strength had drained completely—he couldn’t stand anymore.
His limbs tingled from how tightly wound up he’d been.
“I didn’t expect you to be this tense. Are you alright?”
Tap. Chester nudged the inside of Adam’s thigh with the tip of his shoe.
Lost in the aftershocks, Adam didn’t even register the teasing touch.
“Adam. I asked if you’re alright.”
“Nngh…”
Chester reached down, gripping Adam’s chin and tilting it up.
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