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The invading finger brushed against the tender uvula as it delved deeper, pushing past the threshold of comfort.

Despite the gag reflex that rose in protest, Remy pulled the hand in even more, driven by an insatiable need.

Long, slender fingers moved in and out of his throat, grazing and pressing against his tongue, igniting every nerve.

The atmosphere grew thick with the pheromones of an Alpha and an Omega in full bloom, saturating the air with heady intensity.

Droplets of saliva trailed from the corners of Remy’s mouth, splattering onto the floor.

His lips, now flushed a dangerous crimson, gleamed with slick moisture.

Not content with merely holding the fingers, Remy began to suck on them fervently.

His lips, as delicate as flower petals, puckered and encased the digits.

Hollowing his cheeks, he drew them in, swirling his tongue around with fervent precision.

The friction of his tongue against the invading fingers alone was intoxicating, but the act of sucking brought an overwhelming pleasure that left him breathless.

Enthralled by a sensation he had never known, Remy clung to the fingers, refusing to let go, his determination fierce.

Like a child savoring an ice cream cone, Remy bobbed his head slightly, devotedly licking the length of the fingers.

He lapped at them with the delicacy of a kitten drinking milk, his tongue flicking out as he savored every inch.

Occasionally, he ran his tongue slowly from base to tip, indulging in the unique texture.

His large eyes, half-closed and dazed, paired with his flushed cheeks, painted a mesmerizing picture.

In the dim light of the room, lit only by flickering candles, Remy appeared more enchanting than ever.

His lips, now the vivid hue of freshly picked apples, parted slightly as the fingers continued their relentless rhythm.

The Omega’s saliva, infused with pheromones, overflowed, streaming down his chin and neck.

This was no mere display of beauty; it was a primal, instinctual spectacle.

The Alpha, who owned the fingers, found himself equally consumed by an urgent longing.

The intoxicating scent that permeated the room was already difficult to bear, but the sight of Remy—so vulnerable, so alluring—was far more perilous.

The hot, surging blood within the Alpha stoked an insatiable thirst.

The slick warmth of Remy’s mouth, his soft, pliant flesh—it all seemed to beckon for more.

The sensations were maddeningly addictive, impossible to resist.

“Hngh… ah…”

The large finger withdrew, leaving Remy’s lips wet and trembling.

The Alpha tilted his chin down, parting those heated lips to expose his needy gasps.

Without hesitation, two fingers—index and middle—slipped inside this time.

One hand gripped Remy’s jaw to keep his mouth open, while the other thrust deeper.

The tongue peeked out from between his lips, only for the three fingers to roughly tease and rub against it.

“Ah… ngh… hngh…”

Remy panted, his breaths ragged as the three fingers invaded his mouth with increasing intensity.

They pressed and scraped against his tongue, plunging deeper, stirring every nerve to life.

His body reacted instinctively, every dormant sense erupting in a dizzying symphony of sensation.

Completely overtaken, Remy surrendered to the sensations.

His body slackened, sinking into the bed as dampness spread beneath him, soaking the sheets.

His breath grew more frantic, his mouth working feverishly around the invading fingers.

The relentless stimulation brought him to the brink of madness.

Every fiber of his being burned, every nerve aflame.

“Hah…!”

For a moment, his movements stilled.

At the peak of sensation, he released the pent-up desires he hadn’t even known he held.

His body shuddered violently as though caught in an inferno, trembling with the force of release. Gasping, he let out a broken moan.

As his body quaked, the Alpha gathered him into his arms.

In the safety of that embrace, Remy’s breaths came in short, uneven bursts.

His fragile form trembled, his shoulders heaving with each labored inhale.

His sweat-slicked face pressed into the Alpha’s chest, his swollen lips brushing against the fabric as he exhaled.

“Remy. It’s all right, Remy.”

The fingers that had once dominated his mouth now gently stroked his damp hair, soothing him.

“Shh. You’ll calm down soon.”

The tender voice, paired with the comforting touch, slowly brought Remy’s ragged breathing under control.

Before long, he nestled against the Alpha’s chest, his breathing soft and even, slipping into a peaceful sleep.

The Alpha let out a quiet, exasperated sigh as he gazed down at the serene face.

“If this keeps up, I’ll be in trouble…”

Remy, unaware of everything, slept soundly.

His peaceful expression betrayed no concern for the turmoil he left in the Alpha’s heart.

“This time, I’ll let it go, Remy.”

The Alpha’s lips brushed lightly against Remy’s forehead, a fleeting touch like a butterfly alighting on a flower.

“But next time, I won’t hold back.”

Gently, the Alpha laid Remy down on the bed and rose.

Outside, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, chasing away the remnants of night.

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It was almost noon by the time Remy finally woke up.

He blinked slowly, lying still in bed as sunlight filled the room.

His gaze fixated on the elegantly crafted ceiling above him.

“This house really does have a beautiful ceiling…”

Muttering nonsense, Remy suddenly sat up as if jolted by a realization.

The reason was obvious—the events of last night’s ball came rushing back.

It was enough to make him want to curl up in embarrassment a hundred times over.

‘What in the world was I doing last night?’

“Oh no. I’m done for. Totally ruined. I just had to push Allen off the second floor, and I couldn’t even manage that? What kind of person am I? How could I mess up something so simple??”

It wasn’t even a difficult task—just push someone, that’s all.

Yet, he botched it so badly that he practically handed Hayward the perfect reason to despise him on a silver platter.

“Seriously? Why did Allen have to shove me instead…? Wait a second. Allen?”

The thought of Allen pushing him snapped Remy out of his spiral of self-loathing.

He began to piece the events together more carefully.

“At that moment… Allen put his hand on my waist. In the original story, I was supposed to grab his waist.”

The scene from the central staircase vividly resurfaced in his mind—Allen’s intense glare as his hand firmly gripped Remy’s waist.

Those pretty lips, curled in a mocking smile, delivering cryptic words.

“Sorry, Remy. No one’s going to believe anything you say.”

“So don’t even try telling others. Unless you want to be labeled a lunatic.”

“Damn…”

Just from those lines, it felt like Allen was the villain, not Remy.

His head throbbed.

It was already hard enough to stick to the original plot with these lunatics around.

Now Allen was acting out of character too?

“This is driving me insane. What’s Allen’s deal? Does he think he’s the antagonist now? And Hayward—what was that about?”

When Remy tumbled down the stairs, Hayward had caught him.

That part could be explained away as coincidence.

But what happened afterward?

That alpha had said—

“I’ll protect you. I’ll stay by your side.”

“What? Isn’t he supposed to like Allen? Why is he suddenly spouting all this protective nonsense to me?”

Yes, Hayward’s sudden burst of affection had completely thrown him off.

“Oh, this is bad. I was supposed to get on Hayward’s bad side, but now everything’s more twisted than ever…”

The memory of Hayward’s intense golden eyes staring at him flashed in his mind.

It was like standing under the scorching sun, and it made him burn from the inside out.

Thump-thump.

His heart raced, and the room seemed to spin.

Omegas were so helpless against an alpha’s overwhelming pheromones.

Their sheer power could obliterate reason.

“Come to think of it… last night…”

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