Impatience showed clearly across Seo Dohyeon’s composed face.
He roughly loosened his waistband and pulled out his erection, which had been straining painfully against his underwear for quite some time already. Tonight, his hands moved unusually fast.
Seo Dohyeon grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it over his hard cock.
Waiting with his legs spread apart, Go Igyeol nervously wet his dry lips.
He looked as though he were expecting something.
“Can you spread them a little wider?”
“……”
The shame on his face was almost entertaining to watch.
Go Igyeol bit down hard on his lips before exposing himself a little more openly. Skin that had once been pale as porcelain was now flushed pink everywhere.
Seo Dohyeon stroked himself through the thin latex, then settled between his legs.
“If I put it in right away, it’ll probably hurt.”
“…Even so… just… do it…”
Seo Dohyeon rubbed his fingertips over the slick entrance, confirming how easily it swallowed a finger before pressing the head of his cock against it.
“Then endure it even if it hurts. I’ll go slow.”
Seo Dohyeon softly kissed the cheek of the tense man nodding nervously beneath him and slowly began pushing inside.
Forcing his way into the tight opening that hadn’t been loosened properly wasn’t easy even for him.
“Relax.”
“I-I can’t.”
Seo Dohyeon wrapped a hand around Go Igyeol’s cock, which stood stiffly erect from the pheromones alone, and stroked it gently.
He pumped the pale length slowly, rubbing the leaking tip where precome had already gathered.
“Hngh— ah, wait…”
“Relax, Go Igyeol.”
“Ahh— then— ah…!”
The hand stroking him grew faster and faster.
His cock hardened to the point it looked ready to burst at any second.
The moment Seo Dohyeon tightened his grip around the shaft and stroked downward, semen spilled from Go Igyeol’s cock.
Hot fluid splattered across his lean stomach.
“Hngh— ah…!”
Seo Dohyeon held down the convulsing body beneath him and thrust fully inside in one sharp motion.
Go Igyeol’s half-lidded eyes flew open.
A cry almost like a scream escaped through parted lips.
Even though he kept mumbling that it hurt, the tension inside him had already melted away, leaving him soft and pliant around Seo Dohyeon.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
“Too deep… ngh, Seo Dohyeon…”
Desire burned fiercely in Seo Dohyeon’s gaze as he looked down at the crying omega clinging desperately to him.
Crying like Seo Dohyeon was the only person he had.
And yet—
The divorce Go Igyeol had demanded that day still lingered stubbornly in Seo Dohyeon’s mind.
***
The sex that had started without either of them even eating dinner finally ended near dawn.
Only after Go Igyeol completely lost consciousness did Seo Dohyeon finally let him go.
Even afterward, the lingering pleasure continued tormenting him, leaving him whimpering softly between trembling breaths.
Seo Dohyeon wiped down the sweat- and fluid-soaked body with a warm towel before pulling the blanket back over Go Igyeol after it had fallen off the bed.
Looking down at the still-flushed face, he quietly confirmed the now even stronger scent of himself lingering all over Go Igyeol with satisfaction.
He was supposed to tell him about tomorrow’s family gathering.
Once a month, everyone gathered together.
Seo Dohyeon brushed back the hair scattered across the smooth forehead, but the reminder passed through his mind without much importance before disappearing again.
I’ll tell him in the morning.
Thinking vaguely to himself, he brushed away the dampness gathered along Go Igyeol’s thick lashes.
Only after staring at the face that kept drawing his attention over and over again did Seo Dohyeon finally force himself to look away.
He’d brought work home with him, yet thanks to his omega seducing him since early evening, he hadn’t managed to finish a single thing.
***
By the time Go Igyeol slowly opened his eyes, sunlight had already filled the bedroom completely.
Still lying there, he realized his condition felt noticeably lighter after last night’s sex and pheromone shower.
He pushed himself upright, brushed back his wildly tangled hair, and suddenly remembered what had happened the night before.
His face immediately flushed bright red.
Back then… I wasn’t in my right mind.
He didn’t even remember when he’d fallen asleep.
No matter how exhausted he was, he always showered before bed.
Go Igyeol pulled the blanket down from his waist.
Contrary to what he’d expected, his body was clean.
“Ha…”
A sigh slipped out automatically.
He had no memory of washing up, yet the body that had been drenched in sweat and bodily fluids was spotless.
“Still… maybe because of the pheromones, my stomach feels better.”
His thin hand naturally settled over his lower stomach.
He remembered the look on Seo Dohyeon’s face last night—the way he’d laughed in disbelief whenever Go Igyeol reflexively whimpered that his stomach hurt whenever he thrust too deep, yet still became more careful afterward.
Go Igyeol’s cheeks burned hot.
But he knew Seo Dohyeon’s tenderness only existed in moments like that.
He knew their feelings were not the same.
He steadied himself so he would not misunderstand.
“…Haa…”
His next prenatal appointment was approaching quickly.
Both the hospital and everything he’d read online said that around three months, the stomach would gradually begin to show.
Next week would mark eleven weeks.
Soon, his lower stomach would begin softly rounding out too.
He needed to prepare.
Money to survive after leaving this place.
Objects saturated with Seo Dohyeon’s pheromones.
As Go Igyeol stared blankly at the disheveled bed, his gaze suddenly settled on the pillowcase Seo Dohyeon had slept on.
Before he could even finish thinking, his hands were already moving to strip the cover off.
Seo Dohyeon was the kind of man who wouldn’t notice even if the bedsheets suddenly turned rainbow-colored.
***
Go Igyeol had been sitting absentmindedly alone in the spotless living room when Seo Dohyeon abruptly contacted him and told him to get ready because they were going to the family home.
He hurried to wash up and choose his clothes.
Something neat enough to look proper while hiding how much weight he’d lost.
No dark colors. Something brighter.
He chose a pale yellow knit sweater, white slacks, and a loose-fitting trench coat.
After neatly combing down his messy hair, he waited.
Then the phone on the table rang.
Seo Dohyeon had arrived.
The moment Go Igyeol slipped into his sneakers and stepped outside, tension stiffened his entire body.
By the time they reached the family home, it would be exactly dinner time.
Would he really be able to endure sitting through a meal with all the elders gathered together?
If only he could receive pheromones from Seo Dohyeon one more time before going inside.
Even while crossing the yard toward the gate, the nausea twisting his stomach only worsened, and with it, his craving for pheromones intensified.
It felt as though not even a trace remained of the pheromones that had poured over him all night long.
The moment he opened the gate and spotted the car waiting with its hazard lights blinking, Go Igyeol quickly climbed into the passenger seat.
“We’re eating dinner there. I meant to tell you yesterday, but I forgot.”
“Okay.”
“Did you rest well?”
“…More or less.”
Go Igyeol glanced at Seo Dohyeon.
He couldn’t exactly confess that he’d spent the entire day stuffing clothes carrying Seo Dohyeon’s scent into a backpack.
“I cleaned the house.”
“Cleaned?”
“…A little here and there.”
“If you’d left it alone, the staff would’ve handled it eventually. Why bother?”
Go Igyeol quietly watched Seo Dohyeon answer indifferently while gripping the steering wheel before slowly turning to stare out the window again.
Most of Seo Dohyeon’s words slipped past him because his mind was occupied entirely with finding some natural way to receive more pheromones.
“Go Igyeol.”
“……”
“Go Igyeol.”
“…Hm? Yes. I’m listening.”
His startled expression was obvious as he turned back abruptly.
“Doesn’t seem like you were.”
“……”
“Tell me what I just said.”
Of all times for the light to turn red.
Today especially, the signal changing felt cruel.
Go Igyeol bit his lip, then finally lowered his head and mumbled an apology.
He genuinely had no idea what Seo Dohyeon had said.
Was it important?
Or maybe—
“I asked what you did today besides cleaning.”
“Ah… nothing really. I just stayed home.”
“You must get bored, having nothing to do. Look into something. See if there’s anything you’d enjoy doing outside.”
“Okay.”
He had no intention of actually looking into anything or signing up for classes anywhere, but Go Igyeol agreed anyway.
At least it gave him an excuse to go outside.
Starting tomorrow, he planned to quietly sell off the watches, bracelets, necklaces, and other gifts Seo Dohyeon’s secretary had delivered to him over the years on various anniversaries.
The things he’d been postponing and postponing—he had to do them now.
He’d briefly considered buying a borrowed bank account, but apparently it wasn’t as easy as dramas and movies made it look, so he gave up quickly.
He planned to deposit the money from selling the jewelry and withdraw it right before he left.
“Was there anything you ever wanted to learn?”
“No. Not really. Maybe… cooking, flower arranging, tennis… squash might be nice too.”
“No sports.”
“…What?”
Seo Dohyeon briefly turned his head to meet Go Igyeol’s eyes before looking back at the road.
“I don’t like the idea of other people physically teaching you.”
“Ah… then I’ll look into things where you just sit in class. Maybe an English academy or something. Taking placement tests sounds kind of fun too.”
“Sign up somewhere moderately enjoyable. Something that’ll help pass the time. Don’t get too serious about it.”
The more they talked, the more Go Igyeol got the feeling that Seo Dohyeon didn’t actually like the idea of him going out to learn things at all.
And yet he was still telling him to find something to occupy himself with.
It was strange.
“But why all of a sudden…?”
“I heard people your age are all busy these days. So I wondered if maybe you should be too.”
“Who… said that?”
“It came up while I was talking with Seunghee. Ah, we’re having dinner together this weekend.”
Na Seunghee again.
Their traits weren’t even compatible…
So how were the two of them so close?
A jealousy he could never show openly throbbed painfully in his chest.
Go Igyeol suddenly found himself wondering exactly what kind of conversation Seo Dohyeon and Na Seunghee had been having to make Seo Dohyeon start saying things like this.