Strategic Mating Partner Chapter 74

As Sejin’s thrusts grew rougher, Taehyun thrashed, shaking his head to endure the overwhelming pleasure. Trying to escape the excessive stimulation, Taehyun writhed, but Sejin pinned him down with his body weight. The harder he pressed, the more fiercely his cock moved, making Taehyun’s inner walls twitch as if every part had become a sensitive spot.

“Ah, hnng, ugh, aah…!”

Taehyun finally let out a beastly sob, clinging to Sejin. The heat of their bare skin felt scorching, as if it could burn. The affection pouring over him was just as intense. He could barely breathe. But even if he were to be strangled like this, it felt like it might be okay. That thought just came to him.

🤺

“Stop, ha… No more, ugh, it’s not coming out…”

How much time had passed since arriving at Sejin’s place? Taehyun, with glazed eyes, watched the sun move past its peak and begin to dim, shaking his head. Passing out and waking up repeatedly, the day was already fading. He hadn’t eaten, and continuing like this felt like it would kill him. His lower half was so full it seemed nothing more could fit. Sejin’s semen had filled him up to his womb, with no space left, spilling out with every thrust.

Whenever Taehyun squirmed from the intense stimulation, Sejin would pull out, watching the white fluid draw lines over Taehyun’s heated skin as it flowed from the gaping hole. He’d coat Taehyun’s abs, chest, thighs, and inner legs with his semen before eagerly diving back in. It was so extreme that Taehyun wondered if his entire body would end up pickled in Sejin’s seed. Even knowing that an alpha in rut could produce several to ten times more semen than an average man, it was astonishing—almost as if everything Sejin consumed went straight to his cock, defying human biology.

As if that weren’t enough, Sejin rubbed his cock all over Taehyun’s body. First between his legs, then his stomach, and eventually up to his chest. Taehyun thought the reduced stimulation below might be bearable, but when the slick, semen-coated glans began rubbing his nipples, his softened cock sprang back to attention.

“Ah, hnn…”

Taehyun, unaware until now that his nipples could be an erogenous zone, flinched as pleasure radiated from the tingling buds. Sejin, startled, looked at him with wet eyes and asked.

“Do you not like me touching here?”

It wasn’t that he disliked it… but it felt awkward and mentally hard to accept. Taehyun hesitated, unable to say no. As he wavered, Sejin rubbed the small protrusion at the tip of his urethra against Taehyun’s, breathing heavily. Then, with a long thrust, he bit his lips, swallowed a growling moan, and released onto Taehyun’s chest. Haa, ha… Sejin exhaled heavily, quickly wiping himself to finish, then grabbed Taehyun’s thighs with both hands and spread them.

“Can I put it in again?”

Only then did Taehyun realize Sejin’s earlier actions—rubbing against his thighs and chest instead of his hole—were a form of consideration, worried that too much penetration might hurt. But they’d long surpassed any reasonable limit, so Taehyun nodded weakly. How long would this go on? Could he return to the athletes’ village today? Probably not. As Taehyun’s mind wandered, Sejin, as if demanding his focus, plunged into the swollen flesh.

“Ah…”

“Ha… I love you, hyung… I want to keep doing this with you. To keep coming inside you…”

No, I don’t want that. Taehyun inwardly recoiled. He could feel his womb, full of Sejin’s semen, twitching. Thankfully, the suppressants Taehyun took prevented heat symptoms like ovulation. If he’d been fertile, he’d surely be pregnant by now. An alpha in rut emits pheromones to induce ovulation until the egg implants, after all.

Taehyun sincerely thanked modern medicine, or rather pharmacology. Sejin’s desperate movements, futilely chasing an unattainable goal, felt a bit pitiful. Shuddering from the pleasure seeping inside, Taehyun buried his face in Sejin’s nape. As Sejin’s thrusts grew rougher, Taehyun quickly revised his thoughts. Pitiful, my ass. I’m the one suffering, handling this without being in heat. His chest ached from being squeezed so much. Shaking his head, his vision went white. As Taehyun closed his eyes tightly, overwhelmed by the intense sensation, Sejin whispered in his ear.

“Don’t you like me too, hyung? You’re clenching so tight here…”

Like hell I do. Taehyun passed out.

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Sejin, clinging to Taehyun as if impregnating him was his sole purpose, finally calmed down after a full day. During that time, he consumed every drop of Taehyun’s fluids. At one point, he even tried to drink Taehyun’s urine from overstimulation, forcing Taehyun to kick him away. Taehyun had trembled through countless climaxes until noon, but after that, with nothing left to release, he orgasmed solely through his rear, too many times to count. It felt like he’d taken drugs, his senses collapsing until his entire body was reduced to a cock and erogenous zones.

He really felt like he might die. When he had to endure knotting while fully conscious, he thought he’d pass out from the suffocating intensity. The glans, swollen to the size of an adult woman’s fist, pressed against his womb as if searching for more space, the overwhelming stimulation turning pain into forced orgasms, as if something in him had broken. His spent cock twitched uselessly.

Sejin, delighted, grabbed and shook it vigorously. Taehyun, with nothing left to give, clenched tightly around Sejin, enduring endless climaxes. When Taehyun finally whimpered from exhaustion, Sejin licked the tears from his eyes. Only after ravaging Taehyun from morning to nearly midnight did Sejin calm down and fall asleep.

“Haha… Fuck…”

Suppressing the urge to cry, Taehyun got up, leaving the sleeping Sejin behind. He grabbed his phone, tossed near the door with his clothes. There were several missed calls from the coach and head coach. Checking his messages with dread, he saw questions about when he’d return, if he could make it back today, that the day-pass deadline was approaching, that they’d applied for an overnight pass since it was late, and pleas to call back, asking if something was wrong.

“…….”

Taehyun felt the blood drain from his body. It was past midnight, too late to call. He hurriedly sent a text.

1:34 AM

I’m sorry, coach-nim. I couldn’t contact you due to personal matters. I’ll return this evening. I’m truly sorry for worrying you. It’s too late now, so I’ll call in the morning.

Setting the phone down, he sighed. Lying back on the sheets in despair, Sejin stirred lightly, scooting closer to Taehyun. The absurdity of the situation felt unreal. He hoped all of Sejin’s strange words—about liking him, wanting him to bear his child—were just pheromone-driven nonsense.

How did it come to this? Why? Taehyun gave up on unanswerable questions and closed his eyes. If he didn’t want to die, he needed to sleep. Surely Sejin wouldn’t wake up and start again. But that “surely” was, of course, a fatal mistake.

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Meanwhile, Sejin woke from a chaotic, long sleep, bewildered by an inexplicable sense of clarity. His body ached with muscle pain, yet his mind felt strangely clear. What was I doing…? Staring groggily at the ceiling, he recalled his state before passing out. He vividly remembered gathering Taehyun’s traces around the house, bringing them to bed, and rutting like a beast while inhaling Taehyun’s scent. But the memories that followed felt so unreal that he wondered if he was mistaking a dream for reality.