Love Born of Pity Chapter 67

Below the high wall, Do Yeonjae stopped the car abruptly and got out without a chance to park properly. He burst through the main gate and quickly ran up the stairs. As soon as he entered the front door, he saw Hwang Gicheol, startled by the sudden return, rushing towards him. He passed by the bowing man, informing him he could leave for the day, and headed for the bedroom.

After a glance at the empty bed, he immediately moved toward the bathroom. He gripped the handle of the tightly shut door and hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should knock to announce his return.

“Hah……. Kwon Jiho.”

Feeling uncharacteristically anxious, Do Yeonjae placed his hand on the door. He knocked—tong, tong—but there was no sound from inside. After waiting a little longer, he opened the door. In the corner of the shower stall, a rounded shape twitched slightly. He fumbled along the wall and pressed the switch, and the dark bathroom was instantly flooded with light.

“Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

“……”

Basrak— With the rustle of fabric, the fingers that had been pathetically clutching the blanket twitched. The thin blanket slid down very slowly. Soon, Kwon Jiho’s face was revealed. His eyes were puffy and raw, as if he had been crying continuously. His entire face was red, and his lips, which he had been chewing on, were chapped to the point of looking sore.

“……Director.”

A pathetic voice rang out. Every time he blinked, thick tears streamed across his cheeks. At the end of a fragile sob, he held out a trembling hand. As if bewitched, Do Yeonjae moved forward. He pulled him into a tight embrace, blanket and all, and soothed the anxious Kwon Jiho. A faint cry spread from within his arms.

“Why, heueu, why is it like this…… I don’t know. I woke up, and it just keeps……”

With no pheromones, he hadn’t noticed the heat. He had even taken the rising body temperature, like a precursory symptom, for granted, as he had been constantly hot lately. The small man dug into his embrace, trembling fiercely. Do Yeonjae released his pheromones.

Feeling the pheromones seep into his body like a gentle drizzle, Kwon Jiho slowly relaxed. A ticklish sensation mixed with the constant stinging on his skin, which had felt as if it were wrapped in a bed of thorns. The more he inhaled the subtly spreading scent, the more a small ember ignited within him.

“Director…… It keeps tickling.”

As soon as Do Yeonjae pulled the blanket away, the musty scent that had been trapped inside dispersed. Oblivious to the shame, Kwon Jiho clung to the dark eyes that were checking his drenched groin and the semen staining his dry stomach. After that day, the man who had trembled at the mere touch of his own hand was now pressing his body closer, as if asking for more.

He was desperate to touch any part of him. He grabbed onto his firm shoulders and instinctively buried his nose below his ear. Each time he greedily inhaled and exhaled, the lukewarm breath that spread felt like a stimulus. Soft, moist, and plush lips pressed against his neck again and again.

“……Director.”

At the pleading call, Do Yeonjae lowered his head, and Kwon Jiho immediately pressed their lips together. Do Yeonjae was stunned by the kiss, something they had only managed when Jiho had lost his senses. As if frustrated by the unyielding gap between their lips, Kwon Jiho let out a sorrowful sob. He gripped the hem of Yeonjae’s shirt tightly and pulled his face away. It was at that moment, as he dropped his trembling gaze and sniffled while biting his swollen lips, that it happened.

Do Yeonjae cupped his cheek and lifted his face. He met his startled, wide eyes and kissed him. A tongue naturally slipped past his parted lips and swept across the walls of his heated cheeks. After coating him with his pheromones and gently scratching the roof of his mouth, Kwon Jiho swallowed what had pooled and closed his eyes.

The inside of his mouth was all hot. The saliva from the small tongue was sweet, and a unique, sugary scent of his skin wafted from his sweat-sheened body. As Do Yeonjae carried Kwon Jiho, still wrapped in the blanket, out of the bathroom, a small hand gripped the front of his shirt. Even as they moved, their lips met frequently.

“Heueu, ah— It’s strange……”

With each moment their lips parted, he would utter a word in a tearful voice. It was mostly a repetition of “it tickles” and “it’s strange,” but Do Yeonjae responded to every single one. He merely held the erect penis, which was dripping with sticky fluid, and shook it slightly, yet a stream of milky semen gushed out. The lithe body trembled violently before going limp, all strength drained.

“Eung……”

He rubbed his sticky forehead against Do Yeonjae’s nape. Unable to control his unabated arousal, Kwon Jiho reached out. After fiddling with the collar of the loosened shirt around his neck, he raised his gaze to meet his eyes, and their lips were pressed together firmly. The small kisses that had linked the bathroom to the bed instantly deepened.

The hands that had been caressing the heated body gradually moved downward. As he spread the thighs entangled with his leg and slid a hand between them, Kwon Jiho turned his head and sniffled. Their deeply locked lips parted. Do Yeonjae, as was his habit, peppered his cheek and temple with kisses and asked if he disliked it. Even as he nibbled on the shell of his ear and whispered, no answer came back.

Every time he squeezed his eyes shut and trembled, tears that soaked his lashes would roll down. Do Yeonjae traced the long path with his tongue and bit the tip of his nose gently, and only then did Kwon Jiho lift his eyelids.

“Should I not?”

His gaze, which had been on his eyes, slowly moved to his lips. After watching them for quite a while, Kwon Jiho gave a small nod, and Do Yeonjae let out a short laugh.

“Don’t do it?”

At the words he had barely managed to read from the blurry gaze, Kwon Jiho crumpled his eyes sorrowfully. He shook his head and pressed his body close again. Sitting up straight, Do Yeonjae parted Kwon Jiho’s legs and settled between them.

He completely shed the half-unbuttoned shirt and unbuckled his belt. Kwon Jiho swallowed dryly, looking tense. His expression slackened at the pheromones that were gradually released. His eyes, which had been tensed, closed on their own.

As soon as their bodies were pressed together, Kwon Jiho reached out as if he had been waiting, and Do Yeonjae lowered his upper body to be within reach. His hand delved between his thighs. Soothing the trembling body, he rubbed his perineum and moved toward the deeper spot, and Kwon Jiho’s eyes flew open.

Perhaps because he was a recessive and had no pheromones, Kwon Jiho didn’t get very wet. Or perhaps it was because Yeonjae had never waited for him to get properly slick. Tracing the soft folds, he sucked on his nape, and Kwon Jiho’s hands finally made their way up to Do Yeonjae’s shoulders. Unable to push him away, he just whimpered and gave a faint squeeze.

Even in heat, it seemed like oil or gel would be necessary. Just as he was about to move, Kwon Jiho grabbed him with tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t, go……. Heuk, don’t go.”

The moment he tried to pull away even slightly, he would cling to him. It had been a while. As if satisfied with the action, Do Yeonjae exhaled and lowered his upper body. He said not to go, so what choice was there.

“Director……?”

Unsure of what he was about to do, his questioning eyes followed him quietly. He didn’t know even when his thighs were grabbed, but when his hands spread them apart, he realized what he intended to do.

“……Ah!”

A trail of kisses began from the back of his knee and stubbornly continued up his inner thigh. He licked the white skin as if with a paintbrush, occasionally nipping at the soft flesh. The hands that had lost their grip on Do Yeonjae’s shoulders scratched at the sheets before moving to cover the mouth from which sounds kept escaping.

“Heup……. Ah, heuk……!”

Spreading the cheeks of his bottom, Do Yeonjae saw the small amount of slick that moistened the closed folds and, smiling, buried his face there. The soft, wet flesh sucked against the entrance like a suction cup, before a pointed tongue dug into the crevice.

He had never put his mouth on other omegas’ holes, but he had put his mouth on Kwon Jiho’s quite often. Part of the reason was that his reactions were cute, but it was also because the color was pretty and the sight of the small, neat shape twitching was worth watching. Sometimes the act was carried out as a punishment, so Kwon Jiho often felt more revulsion than pleasure, but Do Yeonjae always enjoyed it.

“Di, Directoor……. Heut—!”

Every time Do Yeonjae licked his rear, Kwon Jiho acted as if it was his first time experiencing it. His whole body would be beautifully flushed as he panted, unable to even breathe properly. Unable to overcome the shame, he would twist his hips, only to repeatedly sob at the strange sensation.

Jjub, chuub, cheup. At the lewd sounds one might make when sucking on something, Kwon Jiho struggled. His face, soaked with tears, instantly turned beet red.

“Heu, a-eut……”

The sensation of the soft flesh parting the tightly closed folds was vivid. The only sounds coming from Kwon Jiho’s mouth were moans that didn’t feel like his own and pleas directed at Do Yeonjae.

“Ah……. Eung……!”

Do Yeonjae pulled Kwon Jiho’s thighs, whose body was twisting as if in a fit, into an embrace. He licked his hole almost ravenously. He ignored the voice begging him to stop, pressing his high-bridged nose against the fleshy perineum until the folds had loosened pliantly.

“Director, heu, I’m……!”

Pyut— Thin semen shot from the tip of his stiffly erect penis. Occasionally glancing at Kwon Jiho, who was trembling from head to toe with the feeling of ejaculation, Do Yeonjae stubbornly kept his tongue on the hole that was greedily lapping at it.