"I think I'm coming down with something..."
Pressing a hand to his forehead, Kwon Minseong rummaged through the medicine drawer. His body was burning up, and it definitely didn't feel normal. No matter how much he liked money, one hundred and fifty patients had still been too much.
"Ughhhhh... Give me some Tylenol..."
Kwon Minseong collapsed onto the bed like a bundle of soaked straw.
Within the sideways view of his vision, the bread his patients had brought as gifts gleamed with a glossy golden color, waiting for him to enjoy it. But Kwon Minseong stared at the bread with the same dead eyes he used when looking at Tilio's gifts.
He had absolutely no appetite.
Twitch.
Something other than his appetite had awakened.
A familiar sensation he had not felt in a long time lingered in his lower abdomen.
Slowly craning his neck down, Kwon Minseong looked between his legs.
Do people get erections when they catch a fever in this world...?
He poked the junior standing rigidly between his legs.
"It is mine..."
Tap.
Tap.
Unable to believe it, he poked it a couple more times.
Then a deep shadow leaning against the window spoke.
"Is this your first time seeing a dick?"
The shadow was talking.
"No... I've been looking at one for thirty five years, but this is the first time it's done this..."
Gulp.
The dazed black eyes staring at his own body suddenly widened.
A damp sensation spread between his buttocks.
Faced with a symptom he had never experienced before, Kwon Minseong could only blink.
Meanwhile, the figure by the window covered his nose and mouth and staggered back, cursing.
"You little...! You really do lie without shame..."
Kwon Minseong slowly closed his eyes and opened them again.
The blurry world, as though he were wearing glasses with the wrong prescription, gradually came into focus.
The identity of the shadow revealed itself.
His gaze swept over platinum blond hair spilling from beneath a black cloak, the sharp bridge of a nose that looked carved from stone, and finally lifted to turquoise eyes.
There was only one person in this country with eyes like that.
The Emperor of Elunem, whose hobby and specialty was trespassing without permission, retreated backward in an attempt to avoid the Omega pheromones, yet could not take his eyes off Kwon Minseong.
Those turquoise eyes slowly traveled upward from narrow ankles that seemed scarcely thicker than a handful.
White, slender calves.
Pink knees peeking through the carelessly disheveled robe.
Thighs as soft and pale as meringue.
A damp chest rising and falling without pause.
Round lips swollen plump from heat.
As he stared, the turquoise eyes darkened to the color of peacock feathers.
One gaze drifted downward from above.
The other climbed upward from below.
The two gazes, which seemed destined never to meet, collided in midair.
"Hngh..."
Unable to endure the tense atmosphere and heavy silence, Kwon Minseong squeezed his reddened eyes shut and let out a tiny whimper.
At that instant, a heavy vanilla scent crashed through the room like a wave.
A black-gloved hand seized Kwon Minseong's narrow shoulder and shoved him onto the bed.
The moment he pushed him down, Tilio climbed on top of him.
"Damn it...! Damn it!"
Tilio cursed as he yanked open Kwon Minseong's robe.
He really was more thug than emperor.
Unable to resist at all, Kwon Minseong let his damp hair fall onto the sheets and opened his mouth.
"Ah, hnng...!"
But what escaped him was a moan unlike anything he had ever heard from himself.
He didn't need to run to the Imperial Library and search through books to understand.
The heat cycle of an Omega in this world was tearing Kwon Minseong apart.
He should not even have understood it.
At least according to what he had always firmly believed, he was a Beta.
And Betas did not have heat cycles.
Therefore, this had to be something else.
Yet Kwon Minseong had no room to examine his hypothesis.
He could neither see nor hear anything except the Alpha before him.
"Faster... faster...!"
Grabbing Tilio's shoulders, Kwon Minseong pulled him closer and urged him on.
He did not even know what he was urging him to do.
Everything felt unbearably frustrating.
It frustrated him that Tilio's hands were touching only the robe instead of his burning skin.
It frustrated him that the heat pounding irregularly inside his abdomen felt as though it might burn his entire body to ashes.
"You shameless little..."
"Touch me... please... touch me... Hurry..."
Kwon Minseong was not in his right mind.
But neither was Tilio.
The Omega's scent was neither pepper nor sticky fruit.
In other words, the heat cycle Kwon Minseong had displayed in Parselkona had been one outrageous lie from beginning to end.
He fooled me again! Again!
Grinding his teeth, Tilio stripped away Kwon Minseong's robe.
Immediately, Kwon Minseong grabbed Tilio's hand and placed it on his stomach.
Beneath the glove was a long scar.
A mark Tilio himself had given him when they first met.
Tilio shook off his hand, bit the fingertip of his glove, and pulled it off.
Then he pressed his cold mechanical hand firmly against the flat stomach that possessed not a trace of muscle.
"Aah...!"
Throwing his head back, Kwon Minseong let out a desperate cry.
The touch held no sexual intent whatsoever.
It was almost cruel.
Yet his erection pressed so tightly against his lower abdomen that it trembled as though he might climax at any moment.
But the person trembling most violently in the room was the Emperor himself.
He was more shaken than when he had first encountered Omega pheromones after falling into the Marquis's trap.
Today there was no sword to sever his own hand with.
No dagger came to mind that he could drive into an Omega's stomach.
Yet neither could he let this Omega go.
At a loss, Tilio pulled apart the fluttering white thighs and pressed the front of his trousers firmly against him.
"Uunngh!"
The dark-haired Omega arched his waist with a cry.
Merely pressing their lower bodies together was enough to send Kwon Minseong over the edge.
Several drops of semen splashed onto his flat stomach.
Each time the Omega burned hotter with heat, Tilio's eyes lost more focus.
Consumed by lust, the Emperor lowered his trousers.
He practically tore them off.
With a heavy thump, a member as thick as a forearm sprang free.
Tilio placed the tip against the Omega's entrance, slick with flowing arousal.
The moment it touched, the opening twitched.
Watching it pulse as though urging him to hurry inside, Tilio swallowed hard.
Just before he surrendered completely to instinct, the part of him that had spent years rejecting Omegas forced out one final shred of reason.
Thud!
The Emperor slammed his head into the bedpost.
His forehead split open, blood running down his face.
The pain seemed to restore a measure of clarity.
Breathing heavily, Tilio withdrew the weapon-like thing between his legs.
Then—
"Hngh...! Ah, yes... ahh...!"
The shameless Omega had begun touching himself, seeking relief on his own.
Tilio's straight brows knitted together.
Half naked, cheeks flushed, panting as he released pheromones into the air— for a virgin Emperor, it was a temptation beyond endurance.
Bang! Bang!
Tilio smashed his head into the bedpost again and again.
People said an Emperor spent his life being tested, but this was excessive.
Yet as the Omega's pheromones thickened, there was less and less he could do.
The Emperor's sword was far too weak to defy the fate binding two beings through pheromones.
And the Omega was only an arm's length away.
Tilio pulled Kwon Minseong's hand away and wrapped his own around the pitifully small thing.
Delighted by the touch, Kwon Minseong gently rocked his hips as though masturbating.
There was no time to scold him for treating the Emperor's hand like a sex toy.
Though he possessed the cruelty to stab a blade into someone's stomach without hesitation, the Emperor was still a novice who had never experienced his first time.
To a twenty five year old virgin, Kwon Minseong's appearance was breathtakingly sensual.
Tilio pressed their waists together once more and thrust forward, trying to force the rigid flesh into the opening that seemed to be begging for something—anything—to fill it.
"Aaaah!"
Kwon Minseong's knees shot into the air and kicked the Emperor.
As though refusing to tolerate such clumsy attempts, the Omega rejected Tilio from both inside and out.
The member failed to enter the impossibly narrow interior and slid off in the slickness, poking only at the perineum.
As if rejecting Tilio eight marriage proposals had not been enough, the Omega now rejected him once again despite the instincts urging him to accept an Alpha's seed.
Unofficially, Tilio had now been rejected nine times.
Grinding his teeth at the infuriating Omega, he fought against desire that urged him to force his way into that narrow interior, fill him completely, and crush the tender flesh within.
But a virgin had no technique.
Unable to find the opening, Tilio rushed straight into thrusting.
The lost pillar of flesh slid along the cleft of his buttocks.
His clumsy movements left the pale skin flushed red.
Only after poking the perineum three or four times did Tilio finally find the entrance again.
Wiping across it with the crown as though collecting the glossy arousal, he pressed the tip firmly against the tightly wrinkled opening and slowly pushed inside.
"Ah, ngh...!"
Just the tip.
That was all.
Yet Kwon Minseong rolled his eyes back and moaned.
The opening that had rejected Tilio only moments earlier now clung to him as though determined to bite him off.
"Relax... Unless you want me thrown in prison for injuring royalty..."
"Ah, ngh, mmh...!"
The swollen tip scraped and prodded at the inner walls.
Every time Tilio pushed forward, the area around their joining grew wetter with arousal.
Yet the interior remained unbelievably tight.
"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!"
A curse escaped with every breath.
He had not sacrificed his hand only to surrender this pathetically.
But Tilio's frustration was not Kwon Minseong's concern.
Kwon Minseong could do nothing except writhe in that hellish pleasure.
He loved the thick ridge of the tip scraping along his insides.
"Love" was far too simple a word for it.
But his brain, soaked in pleasure and fear, could think of nothing more sophisticated.
He wanted it deeper.
And yet he was afraid.
Without realizing it, Kwon Minseong dug his nails into Tilio's chest and tried to push him away.