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“Ah, ah… ngh…!”

My legs instinctively closed, but Dohwa’s hand grabbed my knee and spread them wider.

The sound of slick, wet friction echoed clearly, the wetness of my insides unmistakable.

My hips involuntarily bucked.

“Ah, fuck…!”

As I tilted my head back and moaned, his third finger entered.

“Hah, mm…! Doha, Doha… Just, please… put it in… please, mm?”

The finger quickly slipped out.

A sense of emptiness spread through the now vacant space, and my body trembled with a slight shiver.

Doha’s palm glistened, damp and sticky, under the light, visible in the glow.

He shook his hand and hurriedly undid his pants buckle.

With the sound of metal clinking, something hot touched the entrance.

Doha’s lips were a mess now, barely recognizable.

When had it gotten to this point?

They were perfectly fine just when we were kissing… Doha grabbed one of my knees, spreading my legs a bit further, and slowly blinked.

He looked like someone on the verge of dizziness, or like a person drunk beyond measure.

“Ah…!”

As his penis swept across the perineum, the inside became even more slippery.

The dangerously teetering pleasure surged uncontrollably.

Starting from where the heated sensation touched, it spread, and the inner thighs trembled.

The thick length pressed insistently against the entrance, pushing in all at once.

I could vividly feel the inner walls stretching tightly, leaving no space to spare.

The throbbing bulge, resembling a dry, raging urge, squirmed.

The walls stretched open, following the shape of his blood-engorged member, clinging to me as if warning me not to move.

I thought it couldn’t get any hotter than this, but the heat that broke through my limits surged, as though it would burn my entire body.

“I think I might not be able to hold on much longer.”

“Heh, ngh… It’s… fine.”

“Damn,” a curse slipped out as he slammed into me, pounding against the wall like he was driving nails in.

The obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed as my hips collided with his pelvis.

“Ha, ah, ah, ngh…!”

“Seonyul, Yul, hyung.”

“Mmm, ah, ngh, ugh, mm…”

The brain, soaked in pleasure, was being crushed.

My whole body trembled as if it were seizing.

The familiar scent of Doha, after so long, made my mind turn to mush.

“Hah, ah, mmm…!”

As my body was pushed upward, Doha’s hands grabbed my waist.

Naturally, the connection deepened.

The lost hand kept scratching the smooth surface of the table.

His body swayed dangerously, as if pushed to the edge of a cliff of pleasure.

Closing my eyes, I finally covered my face with my arm.

Doha thrust his length all the way in with a deep, resounding sound.

My lower body tensed instinctively, my abdomen tingling and tightening in anticipation, caught between tension and pleasure.

“Ahh… Uhh… Ah… Ah!”

“Where are you looking? Look at me. Yul, look at me.”

“Ahh… Hah… Agh!”

Every part of my body—down to my fingers and toes—curled up, tensing.

The faster he moved, the louder the sounds escaping my parted lips became.

His deep, unyielding thrusts felt as if they’d penetrate me completely.

The swollen, throbbing tip of him pressed against my hypersensitive insides, leaving me feeling like a sandcastle washed away by waves.

Each time he surged forward, my whole body was saturated in pleasure.

When his hips slammed against me, my entire body shook without control.

When Doha thrust deeply one last time, I threw my head back, gasping as I released my cum.

After such a long time without, the heavy, heady scent of it filled the air as my essence poured forth.

At the same time, a warm fullness spread deep inside me.

The sensation of his steady release continuing to spill within made my body go limp.

I trembled at the feeling pooling within my abdomen.

“To the bed… let’s move to the bed…”

“Mm…”

As I mumbled weakly, Doha gave a vague response.

He was still deep inside me, filling me entirely.

My hands roamed to feel the bulge where he remained lodged, and I rolled my eyes to silently ask why he hadn’t pulled out.

He gave a faint, apologetic smile.

Gradually, my belly began to swell.

The firm bump pressing against my palm grew steadily larger.

The tip of him, still inside, expanded as though to keep every last drop deep within me.

“Agh… Ah…”

“Sorry.”

“It hurts… Just a bit… It hurts… Ngh…”

My insides, already stretched to their limit, expanded further, as if holding a balloon.

His tip swelled larger, pressing against every fold of my inner walls, making it hard to catch my breath.

I panted and leaned my head back, only for Doha to pull me close, cradling me to soothe my trembling form.

Blood drained from my face at the overwhelming sensation.

“Stop… Please, stop!”

He barely moved, but a ripping pain flared in my belly.

Yet Doha continued to hold me gently, his arms wrapped around me.

“It hurts… damn… why…”

“You’re beautiful when you cry.”

That had nothing to do with this knotting, I managed to think before squeezing his arm in a silent plea.

Gradually, the fullness receded, and I lifted my head.

“This… it’s knotting, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But it’s not a rut… so how did you knot?”

“I just couldn’t help it. I held back as much as I could. Forgive me, just this once.”

Doha leaned in, planting a light kiss on my cheek, then playfully biting and releasing my lower lip.

He rubbed his face against my shoulder, peppering it with kisses, like an overgrown child begging for forgiveness.

A weak chuckle escaped me despite myself.

Yeah.

Desire isn’t something you can control at will.

Slowly, I reached up to pat his shoulder, and he lifted me, pulling me close.

Wrapping my legs around his waist for stability, I gripped his shoulders tightly as the muscles in my lower belly tightened and my inner walls clung to him.

“Hhngh…!”

With every step Doha took, I could feel his lingering presence inside me.

My body kept tightening to hold him, feeling the stretch with each movement.

My cheeks grew flushed, and I clung to him, tensing to endure the shallow pleasure brought by his subtle movements.

“Put me down… Please, put me… Ngh… Agh…”

As my grip on his thighs loosened, my hips dropped slightly.

Succumbing to gravity, I could feel him being drawn deeper inside me, his presence an insistent reminder.

“You’re doing well.”

“Ugh… Mm…”

“Do you enjoy my taste that much? You’re gripping me so tightly, holding me back.”

When he whispered this softly as he filled me halfway, it snapped me out of my daze.

I shook my head, pressing down on my legs.

“No… it’s not like that. Lift me up.”

“Lift you up?”

“Mmh… yes…”

Nodding, I clung to him tightly enough to make my fingertips turn white.

Even then, with each movement, I couldn’t help but let out small gasps.

Doha pressed forward with a low hum, his movements stirring a slick sound each time he moved.

The mixture of essence and my arousal slid down his length, echoing between us.

Everywhere was filled with his scent.

It was only natural that someone with such experience in pheromones could maintain control so easily.

What good is an Alpha when they can’t even handle this?

The soft bed hit my back, and for a moment, a thought of pregnancy crossed my mind, making me lift my head abruptly.

“Doha… we didn’t… contraception… I need… contraception pills.”

“Is now really the time to worry about that?”

“We went all the way to knotting… This is really important… Ahh…”

As he moved his hips, a moan escaped me.

He shifted back, and I could feel every inch as he slowly withdrew.

“Haa… ugh…”

“That’s… not something you’ll need to worry about.”

Doha’s smile held a hint of misDirector, filling me with a strange unease.

I wanted to ask what he meant, but before I could, he drove back in deeply.

“Aah! Agh…!”

“I love you. I love you so much.”

With each relentless thrust, I couldn’t find the words, my head shaking in helpless denial.

My belly pulsed and ached.

A mixture of our fluids leaked from me with each movement, flowing between my legs and dampening the sheets.

The pheromones clinging to my sweat-slicked skin and the feeling of his every movement against my inner walls sent my mind far beyond.

A fierce wave of pleasure pulsed outward from the back of my head, spreading through my entire body.

“Ahh! There… too deep… Ahh!”

“I love you.”

“Ngh… please… ah…”

“I love you, Yul.”

Panting with pleasure, I felt like a raft adrift in a vast ocean, one that could shatter and sink into the depths at any moment.

Reaching out in fear, Doha held my hand tightly, leaning close.

His firm hand, his heat filling every inch of me, his breath brushing my cheek—all of it brought me to tears.

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Wrapped tightly in a blanket, I watched the last sliver of the sunset disappear, leaving only a deep crimson glow.

The sea breeze slipped through a slightly open window, calming me as waves crashed faintly in the background.

I tucked my cold feet back under the blanket, resting my cheek on Doha’s solid shoulder.

Doha gently squeezed my hand, then asked suddenly, “Yul, do you still have the tail I gave you?”

The tail.

That awful tail.

It was likely still somewhere in my half-unpacked suitcase.

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