The House of Three Chapter 11.2

He was biting his lip out of frustration. To make matters worse, another threatening text message arrived from his younger uncle.

Police. should i report. on someone elses land. a body buried.

take ur trash. get lost quickly. it stinks.

before i dont leave u alone either.

If he ignored the phone calls that came in the middle of the night, his uncle would terrorize him with text messages like this. If he counted all the messages he had received so far, it would easily exceed fifty. He honestly felt like crying.

“Customer number 560, here are your takeout items!”

Heeyoung, who had been spacing out, took the packaged donuts and finally left the shop in a daze. He slowly made his way towards the shopping mall where Cheonghyun and Gyojin would be waiting, but he could not muster any energy. It felt as if he had heavy weights or sandbags tied to his feet.

His heart ached because he wanted to move Heemin to a better place, but he could not do anything simply because he lacked the money. The fact that he had to somehow secure money for a father he never wanted to see again was also unbearably unfair.

It would be a problem even when the money was ready. Just thinking about cremating his younger brother and laying the handful of ashes to rest in a columbarium made his mind already reel.

How am I supposed to endure that pain all by myself again? I’ll have to leave my brother, who lived in a single small room from birth, alone again in a shabby ossuary niche, and I wasn’t confident I wouldn’t faint at the sight of it. I was scared.

…What should I do?

It was just as Heeyoung, lost in depression from the mere thought, was about to take a step.

“Lee Heeyoung!”

A voice that sounded like a roar echoed thunderously from behind him.

Heeyoung snapped to his senses at the sound. Who called my name—before he had a chance to figure it out, his body was yanked backward. As he reflexively stumbled back from the force, he ended up smacking the back of his head against someone’s chest with a thud.

“Hk…!”

A passenger car sped past right in front of him. If he had been even a second late in dodging it, Heeyoung would surely have been hit by that car, his body grotesquely twisted and crushed.

Gasping for breath in shock, Heeyoung clutched his chest and looked all around him. A long crosswalk stretched out right in front of him, and all the people waiting for the signal were staring in this direction as if on cue.

Ah, it was a red light.

As he stood there dazedly, someone roughly grabbed his shoulders and spun him around.

“Are you out of your mind?!”

Gyojin, furious to the tips of his hair, was looking down at him with fiercely glittering eyes.

His heart, which had frozen in shock, finally began to pound and race. Each time his heartbeat intensified, his chest tightened painfully, and Heeyoung took a deep breath. His chest swelled and deflated repeatedly. The same was true for Gyojin. Hah, ha, the breaths he exhaled were incredibly ragged.

Staring blankly up at his face, Heeyoung realized that the person who had pulled him back was Gyojin. Once he recognized this, the blood started to circulate in his head.

“Ah, I, I didn’t see. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a red light… Thank you for grabbing me.”

An awkward and apologetic smile escaped him. It was a strange smile, with only the corners of his mouth turned up while his eyes darted about, lost, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled unnaturally.

As he tried to force an expression, his facial muscles trembled. But Heeyoung paid no mind and forced his lips into a smile. He wanted to reassure the startled Gyojin that he was really okay.

“I’m not hurt anywhere. I’m fine, so you don’t have to worry, uh…!”

He was about to add another word when his wrist was suddenly seized. It was a gesture that was only forceful, without any consideration.

Gyojin did not respond to Heeyoung’s words at all. With a coldly hardened expression, he simply pulled on the wrist he was holding.

Soon, the traffic light turned green, and Heeyoung, half-running, followed behind Gyojin. Tap-dak, tap. The two sets of footsteps fell out of sync.

Saturday afternoon, sunny weather. The center of Seoul. In the middle of a bustling road where these three conditions were perfectly met, among the happily smiling people, only the two of them exuded a frosty atmosphere.

🌿

The tense atmosphere did not ease up during the entire car ride. The only fortunate thing was that Cheonghyun had fallen asleep from exhaustion as soon as he got in the car.

Actually, he was not sure if he should call it fortunate. Gyojin, his thoughts unreadable, kept his mouth firmly shut and focused only on driving. Thanks to that, Heeyoung had to be on pins and needles for thirty minutes, as if sitting on a bed of thorns.

After arriving home, he picked up the sleeping Cheonghyun and headed straight for the second floor. After going into the room, laying the child down, and thoroughly closing the door, he finally stepped onto the stairs leading down to the first floor.

During that time, Heeyoung could neither enter his room nor sit comfortably on the living room sofa, instead loitering in the hallway. He was dejectedly straightening shoes for no reason and picking at the hangnails on his fingers.

Gyojin, who had reached the first floor with quick steps, approached the hallway without hesitation. There was no trace of reluctance in his outstretched hand.

“Ah…!”

Grabbing Heeyoung’s shoulder, he shoved his thinner, more delicate body against the wall as if slamming it.

With a small thud, Heeyoung’s back hit the wall. He felt a slight pain, but there was no time to show such a trivial feeling on his face.

“You, have you been living your life like this all this time? What’s the point of knowing how to take care of others. You can’t even manage your own body. Your face, for fuck’s sake, looks like you’re about to die, yet all you say is I’m sorry, I’m okay. Are you kidding me?”

It was because Gyojin, who had been silent until now, erupted in anger as if he had been waiting for this moment.

He was going crazy with frustration just from having the blankly standing Heeyoung in his sight. Laughing it off after almost dying in front of the traffic light just now. With a face that didn’t look okay at all, he would say he was fine, not to worry, lying every time he opened his mouth.

Letting it slide while knowing everything can only happen once or twice. Gyojin had no intention of trying to understand this behavior from Heeyoung anymore. Watching him made him feel pity, but at the same time, his chest felt so tight it could burst, and he felt he couldn’t hold back his temper.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop and fired away. He jabbed Heeyoung’s chest with his index finger, poke, poke, as he spat out each word.

“You don’t even know how to take care of your own body. Huh? Does someone give you a prize for enduring like that? Do they give you a certificate of commendation for enduring well? It’s just your own insides that are rotting away, what’s so great about acting so foolishly.”

“…”

“Why does a smart kid like you keep acting so stupidly.”

Gyojin’s face turned red and blue as if anger was boiling inside him. The voice he spat out without even taking a breath was sharp and menacing.

Each time the tip of his finger pressed firmly into his chest area, Heeyoung felt a sharp pain and wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

It wasn’t because the jabbing hand hurt. It was as if the words he had never heard from anyone before were piercing his heart. The words Gyojin spat out, just those few words, made his heart ache.

The fact that he only knew how to take care of others but couldn’t manage his own body. The fact that he always ended up acting foolishly even though he knew his insides were just rotting away.

These were problems Heeyoung himself was aware of. He knew it all, but had tried not to acknowledge it until now. But Gyojin had picked out only his flaws from the abyss and brought them to the surface.

Heeyoung felt as if he had been stripped naked. His jaw trembled disgracefully with bewilderment. He was not surprised by Gyojin’s fierce attitude, but shocked at hearing his hidden inner thoughts from someone else’s mouth and finally being forced to acknowledge them.

The truth is, it’s not like I want to endure. I know better than anyone that there is no act more foolish and stupid than this. What could I have done, when I had realized early on that enduring was the only way to solve problems?

I too had been holding on, trying to overcome this difficult life, trying to live without collapsing.

A wave of sorrow made the tip of his nose sting. He had to say something in response, he had to at least make an excuse, but his lips were sealed shut.

As he was just staring at the innocent floor and whimpering, Gyojin, who had been fuming for a while, softened his grimly hardened expression.

“Yeah, the environment you grew up in must have been damn unfortunate and shitty.”

Having subdued his temper, he gently grabbed Heeyoung’s chin and lifted it, beginning to speak. This time, he wasn’t shouting or pushing, but coaxing him gently. As if stroking Heeyoung’s heart, which was engulfed in confusion, he whispered in his uniquely sweet tone.

“Still, I know you’ve been holding on, trying to live your life tooth and nail. Huh? I know all that, but…”

“…”

“Let’s not do that anymore, Heeyoung-ah.”

At last, a single tear fell from the eyes of Heeyoung, who had been swallowing his sorrow. As his blurry vision cleared, he saw Gyojin’s form through it.

Let’s not do that anymore. Gyojin, who said that, seemed like the first real adult he had ever met in his life.

He bent his large upper body to meet his eye level, and gently wiped Heeyoung’s damp cheeks. He also swept his gaze over his eyes, nose, and lips, a gaze filled only with warmth.

His thumb, after stroking his cheek, touched the area below his ear. The palm, a little rough with calluses, tickled the nape of his neck.

“This is not how you should live. You’re suppressing all your shitty emotions and living, right? One day, you’ll be devoured by them and you’ll die. Not the bastards who torment you, but you, Lee Heeyoung, will die. This is, for fuck’s sake, how unfair is that.”

Every word he uttered was true. Heeyoung found it too difficult to even nod, and just let tears flow helplessly.

He thought that maybe, he was already in the process of being devoured by those shitty emotions. Because at some point, even when he suffered injustice, he tried to endure unconditionally rather than get angry, and he strived to act calmly. He had no regard for his own feelings.

Today was like that too. His older uncle, younger uncle, and his father. Heeyoung had blamed his own pathetic situation of struggling without money, not resenting any one of them.

Recalling the days he had lived so bravely and stoically, he felt as if he were crumbling from the tips of his toes, realizing how little he had taken care of himself, and how much he had eaten away at his own heart as a result.

“Hk, ugh…”

When he couldn’t hold it in and started to sob, Gyojin continued to wipe away his tears and coaxed him.

“Your body hurting, your heart hurting, your feelings being hurt. No matter what happens, you have to know how to voice these three things. Got it?”

He asked if he got it, but honestly, he did not understand. For Heeyoung, it was difficult. It was because he had learned how to suppress his emotions even before he started elementary school.

Only by enduring could his surroundings become peaceful, and only by enduring could he himself be at ease. Heeyoung had learned this unwillingly. The situation was like that. A life where misfortune frequently visited had raised Heeyoung into a child who did not know how to be childish.

“What if, it’s a situation where I can’t do that…?”

Heeyoung, who had been holding back his answers, asked in a voice consumed by anxiety. At that, Gyojin tilted his head and furrowed his brow. He had a look on his face as if he did not understand the question itself.

“What does that have to do with the situation. I think you’re misunderstanding something right now,”

“…”

“There is nothing in this world that comes before you. It’s right to cherish yourself the most, and to prioritize your feelings the most. This isn’t being selfish, it’s one of the ways to care for yourself.”

“…”

“Do you think what I’m saying is unreasonable? Then drop that thought. This is what’s natural. Why are you the only one who doesn’t know what all the other bastards know and live by? Why are you the only one so hell-bent on cutting yourself down, Heeyoung-ah.”

Heeyoung’s head felt numb from the answer that defined it so clearly.

He had always cared more about others than himself. His mother when he was young, Heemin when he grew up, the Ignis employees he had only known for a short time, and Cheonghyun… He had never once put himself first.

But to say there is nothing in this world that comes before me. It was as if he had foolishly not known what everyone else knew and had been abusing himself.

The words Gyojin had just spat out had a greater resonance than any comfort Heeyoung had ever received in his life.

Heeyoung finally looked back at the self he had left behind while only looking forward. Why did I so carelessly abandon what I should have cherished more than work, more than anyone else? The tears would not stop.

Ugh, ugh, as he sobbed quietly, Gyojin let out a deep sigh and readily offered his embrace. He pulled the precariously standing Heeyoung, who looked as if he had committed a crime, and held him so tight his body might burst.

“Cry. Don’t swallow your tears, fuck, cry out loud. Let it all out until you feel better.”

As he patted his back, telling him to cry properly, Heeyoung habitually shook his head and bit his lip hard. But that too was only for a moment.

“Hk, heu-euh, ugh…”

His lips, which had been hesitating between opening and closing, parted into a round shape. Heeyoung failed to handle the sorrow that was boiling over from deep within him.

Could tears really pour out like this in an instant, as if a flood had broken out?

It somehow felt futile. If someone had told me this a little earlier, if they had helped me realize it sooner, I would have cried less now. I would not have lived so foolishly.

Hugging Gyojin’s waist tightly, Heeyoung mumbled like a small child.

“I, I want to let it all out, and do that too, but, hk, it’s just so hard, so it’s easier to endure, that’s why, heu-euh…”

Then, as he buried his face in the broad chest, Gyojin stroked his back and chimed in.

“Easier to endure, my ass. You were avoiding it. It’s all your loss. Look now, it’s all exploding at once like this. Do you think the feelings you’ve bottled up inside will just disappear on their own if you endure?”

No, absolutely not. The feelings he could not shake off just piled up and made his chest feel even more constricted. Heeyoung shook his head vigorously and clung to Gyojin even more.

The body that held him tightly without a gap was so warm and dependable. It was more comforting than his mother’s embrace, which he had experienced sporadically as a child, so much so that even though their bodies were already pressed together, he wanted to crawl deeper into his arms.

In response, Gyojin would press the faintly squirming body with more force. Even when Heeyoung cried his eyes out and coughed, he never released his arms.

He looked down at the round head pressed against his chest.

It hurt his heart to see Heeyoung, who had always seemed so mature, clinging so desperately. He just felt sorry for Heeyoung, who had lived his life suppressing himself because of his shitty family environment.

So, Gyojin, who was about to ask what problem he was currently harboring, what the reason was for him being out of it for days, held his tongue.

The kid was wailing as if he would collapse after receiving a real consolation for the first time in his life; how could he ask anything in this situation.

At first, Gyojin just patted and soothed him, but as time went on, he began to treat Heeyoung like a real baby. He held Heeyoung in his arms, waddling back and forth, deliberately encouraging him to cry more.

“You’ve been that upset all this time, huh, you were?”

“Hk, uh, since the funeral, this much, ha-euh…”

“You haven’t cried this much since the funeral. Oh, so that’s how it was. Our Lee Heeyoung’s life has been really shittily frustrating and hard. Right.”

He seemed to remember comforting Cheonghyun’s crying like this when he was exactly three years old.

Chuckling to himself, he patted Heeyoung’s bottom. Once he started crying, he was no different from a big baby. How overwhelming must it be for him to pour out twenty years of pent-up emotions. He was crying so sorrowfully that even his hair was damp.

After a bout of crying, Heeyoung, who had finally calmed down, pulled his face away as soon as he realized Gyojin’s chest was soaking wet.

Sure enough, the expensive clothes were miserably soaked. Embarrassment washed over him belatedly, and Heeyoung sniffled awkwardly.

His eyes were swollen, his cheeks were all red, and he even had a runny nose from sobbing.

However, Gyojin showed no particular signs of discomfort. On the contrary, he brought his own sleeve to Heeyoung’s nose and forced him into a ridiculous action.

“Blow.”

No matter what, being told to blow his nose on clean clothes. Heeyoung’s eyes widened at the absurd demand. When he hesitated and would not listen, Gyojin openly squeezed the sides of his nose.

“I said blow.”

Heeyoung reluctantly made a blowing sound. Then, after wiping his runny nose with a tough gesture, he swept the wet hair back, swish, swish, and threw out a very fatherly remark.

“Aigoo, for fuck’s sake, you baby. You were always telling me, Boss-nim, please don’t do that, please don’t do this, lecturing me, so I thought you were all grown up. Now that I think about it, you were much younger than me, right? Huh? Now you’re acting your age.”

Who was it that was just encouraging him to cry out loud? Heeyoung rolled his eyes here and there in embarrassment. Was it just his imagination? He felt like he had become a younger brother, even younger than Cheonghyun.

As Heeyoung, who had somewhat stopped crying, acted stiffly, unable to overcome the awkwardness, Gyojin held that incredibly cute face and kissed him everywhere he could see.

“Gonna cry more? Want me to hold you again?”

Peck, peck, after kissing his forehead and nose, he met his gaze and asked, and Heeyoung shook his head.

“Then stop crying.”

The pronunciation was almost closer to ‘stop cwyin’. Deliberately acting cute to lighten the mood, he used this opportunity to satisfy his own dark desires to his heart’s content.

Forehead, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, there was no place Gyojin’s lips hadn’t stamped. Heeyoung suddenly realized what it felt like to be loved.

It felt like basking in the sunlight with his whole body. Looking at Gyojin, his heart softened into a fuzzy warmth.

He always noticed even the most trivial changes in him with keen awareness, offered an embrace broader and warmer than a parent’s, and taught him how to truly cherish and live for himself.

Whenever he got hurt even a little, he was the first to run over and apply ointment, and when he was heartbroken and shedding tears, he comforted and soothed him with all his heart.

Could there be anyone else in the world besides Cha Gyojin who thought of him so much?

He had no idea why the face he saw every day felt so full of gratitude today.

How, how did a person like this appear before me?

He felt sorry for even having this thought just now. On the other hand, it was also amazing that his emotions had reached this point through such a trivial trigger.

He had sobbed, been comforted, and acted spoiled over just a few words. If Gyojin hadn’t poked him first, he probably would never have felt this way in his entire life.

And so, Gyojin became precious to him. Gyojin, who had yelled at him to cherish ‘you,’ not ‘me,’ was truly precious.

Realizing that, he felt like he wanted to pour out his heart. His chest swelled with emotion.

Wrapping his arms around Gyojin’s neck was a very impulsive choice. Heeyoung did not hesitate and pressed their lips together. As his body naturally tilted, their joined lips were gently crushed. His shoulders seemed to tremble slightly at the soft texture felt on the thin skin.

Was it because of his kissing skills, which were too embarrassing to even be called a kiss? Or was it because he was surprised by his own sudden action? Gyojin’s neck, which he fumbled with his fingertips, was excessively stiff.

It was a somewhat dry reaction, but he pushed on without caring. Right now, he wanted to be touching him in any way possible. He wanted to express with his whole body that he was so anxious his heart could burst and it would not be strange.

Heeyoung stood on his tiptoes and pressed their lips together more deeply. His breath trembled with nervousness, but he continued to breathe, albeit clumsily, by recalling the times he had kissed Gyojin.

Peck, pe-eck, each time their lips touched and parted like children’s play, adding warmth, the intensity of the kiss gradually deepened.

Perhaps momentarily flustered by Heeyoung’s active clinging, Gyojin, who had been standing stiffly, tilted his head diagonally as if responding to the kiss.

Feeling the tip of his sharp nose touch his cheek, Heeyoung parted his lips clumsily. Then, as if it had been waiting, a hot, soft tongue slid in. Each time the moist flesh tangled and rubbed together, sticky breaths escaped. When the rough surface of the tongue swept across the roof of his mouth, his solar plexus and lower abdomen tickled, forcing him to twist his legs.

“Haah, eugh…”

The breath he exhaled was unusually hot. He thought it was just his imagination, but he was mistaken. A heat that bloomed from his lower abdomen was spreading as if to engulf his entire body. However, Heeyoung, unaware that a strange reaction was spreading through his body, was engrossed in mixing their tongues.

The one who noticed the change first was Gyojin.

Snapping to his senses at the cozy scent drifting to his nose, he suddenly pulled his lips away.

The scent of a warm spring breeze. The fragrance of forsythia flowers blooming bright yellow under the sun.

An unforgettable pheromone was emanating from Heeyoung’s body. For a recessive omega to emit such a strong pheromone, he must have entered his heat cycle.

Of all times, a heat cycle at this moment. Gyojin looked down with a troubled expression at Heeyoung’s face, who was clinging to him and craving a kiss.

The current Heeyoung was in a soft and vulnerable state, his heart weakened unlike usual. He had broken down, sobbed his eyes out, and even acted like a child in his arms. And on top of that, his heat cycle had to overlap with this situation.

Gyojin stared at the ceiling and endured.

Touching him at a time like this is something only real bastards would do. Control yourself, Cha Gyojin. Control yourself.

Hoo, he was about to take a deep breath and create distance, but Heeyoung suddenly threw himself into his arms as if he did not want to be apart.

“Don’t move away, Boss-nim…”

The eyes that looked up at him were moist. Below the half-lidded eyes, a bright red blush spread, and his lips, slightly swollen from their kissing, glistened sensuously.

Deviously, Heeyoung wore such a face and refused to let go of Gyojin’s waist, which he had wrapped his arms around tightly.

Gyojin changed the direction of his thoughts. In a life that only knew how to go straight ahead, he almost never made U-turns or reversed. But this time was an exception. If he saw this side of Lee Heeyoung and pretended not to notice, what else would he be but a bastard? It was the duty of an alpha to take care of his omega partner’s heat cycle.

And a man who fulfills his duty is a true man.

“Ah, for fuck’s sake, Heeyoung-ah…”

He was grateful to Heeyoung for granting him this qualification yet again. Gyojin lifted Heeyoung’s limp body into his arms. Then, without hesitation, he opened his bedroom door. He stepped inside with Heeyoung, into a room where no one but Cheonghyun had ever been allowed.

The mattress of the bed sank deeply as he laid him down. The two of them, as if on cue, pulled each other close, their lips crashing together.

In between sharing saliva and exploring each other’s tongues, Heeyoung, whose body heat had risen to its peak, voluntarily pulled off his shirt.

Heeyoung had always been calm and demure, so to see him act so uncharacteristically tough. Gyojin, who had stopped in the middle of offering his tongue, raised an eyebrow.

Is he in his right mind right now?

Suddenly, Gyojin was reminded of the day he had called Heeyoung to Ignis.

To be precise, the incident where a tipsy Heeyoung had groped around, grabbed onto him, and shoved his face close…

“Wait, Lee Heeyoung. Look at my eyes.”

Gyojin pulled his lips away and cupped Heeyoung’s cheeks. Although he had already made up his mind and brought him into his bedroom, he had no intention of going through with it with a kid who would not even remember it.

When he called his name, dazed, unfocused eyes followed Gyojin’s gaze. Heeyoung’s breathing was becoming more ragged than before, as if the symptoms of his heat cycle were about to begin in earnest.

“You won’t regret this?”

He shook the head he was holding as if to tell him to snap out of it, and Heeyoung, whose half-lidded eyes widened, answered.

“I won’t regret it. Just, just… continue.”

And then he wrapped his arms around his neck. Thankfully, it seemed his mind was still intact.

Gyojin quietly felt the warmth of the arms wrapped around his nape. As bare skin touched bare skin, their different body temperatures overlapped, creating a subtle sensation.

It was warm, and soft.

Heeyoung must be having similar feelings, yet the fact that he did not release his arms was nothing short of audacious.

He had felt it for a while now, but Heeyoung had a surprisingly bold side to him.

“No fear. Attractively so.”

Perhaps because it was a rarely seen side of him, Gyojin was quickly aroused by Heeyoung’s daring demeanor.

Feeling his lower body grow taut, he pressed their lips together again. While continuously creating friction sounds that tickled the ears just by hearing them, he moved his hands diligently.

Gyojin pushed Heeyoung, who was sitting in an awkward position, all the way down and naturally stripped off his pants as smoothly as a snake slithering over a wall.

There was not a shred of embarrassment in making Heeyoung half-naked, or in taking off his own clothes. He even became more confident as he revealed his own bare body.

Because of that, the role of blushing fell entirely to Heeyoung.

Heeyoung, who was debating whether or not to cover his body with the blanket, glanced at Gyojin standing steadfast at his feet and was surprised. His body, made up of pure muscle with no fat, was incredibly handsome. They said alphas had particularly outstanding physical conditions, and true to the rumors, it was a magnificent body.

However, the owner of the body himself seemed to have no interest in it. Gyojin, with a deliberately serious expression, scanned Heeyoung’s soft body line, then stopped at one point and fixed his gaze there for a long time.

It was because the front of Heeyoung’s gray drawers was wet in a round patch.

This is, for fuck’s sake, is he trying to kill someone?

His penis, which was already standing rigidly with its head held high, fiercely grew in volume. Gyojin panted with arousal just from looking at Heeyoung’s state.

Feeling that even the time spent hesitating was a waste, he quickly climbed onto the bed. His hands, which shot out faster than his feet, were already pulling down Heeyoung’s drawers.

As he forcefully grabbed the waistband and pulled it down, a pretty-colored penis popped out along with the fair skin. Gyojin, who was habitually pressing his lips to it and going about his business, froze completely.

“Ha?”

Soon, his head tilted to the side. His gaze was fixed not on Heeyoung’s face, but below it.

Why was there not a single strand of hair? Even when he moved aside the penis, which was colored like a cherry blossom to match the pale skin, he could not see anything that could be called hair.

Wow… you fucker, Lee Heeyoung. His face is as innocent and pretty as a deer’s, but he’s so damn lewd.

Eventually, Gyojin, who was fiddling with the smooth skin with his palm, asked.

“You were smooth down there?”

As soon as the lewd voice fell, a slap! sound of sticky friction rang out. Startled by Gyojin’s explicit choice of words, Heeyoung had covered his mouth in shock.

“Wh-what, how could you say such a thing…!”

He was so shocked by hearing just the words ‘smooth down there’ that he covered his mouth with both hands, not knowing what to do.

The problem was that in Gyojin’s eyes, even that gesture looked lewd.

His appetite suddenly stirred, his eyes flipped back in his head, and he licked Heeyoung’s soft palm with his tongue. As his slimy tongue slid up along the tender skin texture, the hand that was covering his mouth flew away.

His resentful gaze was naive, as if he could not understand this action of his. Instead of glaring sharply, the face that looked up at him with teary eyes was so cute that it made him thirsty.

Gyojin abruptly grabbed Heeyoung’s slender legs and pulled them. Startled again, Heeyoung let out a shrill sound, heek, but he paid no mind and spread his two legs wide.

“Wh-what are you doing!”

Heeyoung, whose pubic area was exposed with his thighs spread wide like a frog, desperately tried to close his knees, but it was a futile act.

Gyojin stubbornly wedged his head between Heeyoung’s legs, finally completing a pose that reached the pinnacle of embarrassment. He then meticulously uttered some vulgar words.

“Keep them open. I’ll lick you clean from your dick to your asshole.”

He had been using only such primitive and vulgar words from before, but Heeyoung, who had grown up without ever watching a proper porno, was truly at a loss for words in his shock.

His face, which had been flushed red from the heat, was now on the verge of exploding for a different reason.

He’s, he’s going to lick me there. Is this what sex between lovers is normally like? Arousing each other with ticklish caresses, fucking, and coming. For Heeyoung, who had only thought of these three simple things, the current flow of events could not be anything but bewildering.

Thus, he was about to hurriedly refuse, saying he did not need to be licked.

“Ah-eut…!”

As soon as he finished his words, Gyojin opened his mouth and sucked Heeyoung’s penis into it in one go. This could not be described as licking.

He pressed his lips onto the tip of the glans, where a clear fluid was flowing, as if kissing it, then widened his throat and swallowed the entire shaft. He skillfully controlled himself so his teeth would not touch, circled the erect shaft with his tongue, and just as the glans slid past the root of his tongue, he squeezed his throat tight as if to wring out the semen.

“Ah, ahh! What if you, you suffocate and die, hk….”

Each time a gurgling, wet sound was made, it was so frightening to see the blood rush to Gyojin’s face. Terrified, Heeyoung tried to push his head away, but it did not budge. It was because all the strength had drained from his arms due to the overwhelming stimulation.

Because of that, Heeyoung had to be played by the vulgar tongue-work he had no idea where he learned from.

“Ah, hk, I, I think I’m gonna come, heup…!”

How could he not come when he was sucking his dick so hard, even tightening his throat? The visual stimulation was also impossible to ignore.

It was none other than Boss-nim, the great Cha Gyojin, who had his face buried in his crotch with his mouth open. Keok, heok, he was even making deliberately vulgar sounds.

It was impossible for Heeyoung, who rarely even masturbated, let alone had sex, to withstand the overwhelming pleasure.

Heeyoung, who had tried to endure by arching his back and twisting his body, ended up cumming. As he shot out his semen, stretching his spread legs straight and curling his toes mercilessly, Gyojin, who had been sucking on his glans as if to pull it out, slowly raised his head.

“You came just from a little sucking?”

He sat up and spat the semen onto his palm, twet. He had come quite a lot, but seeing that he spat out less than half, it seemed he had gulped down the rest.

Soon, Gyojin, who was intently looking at the semen that thickly coated his palm, exclaimed in admiration.

“The color’s fucking white, too. Been a while since you got it out?”

He leaned down and asked, pecking Heeyoung’s shoulder.

Question after question kept pouring out, but Heeyoung could not reply as nonchalantly as he did. He could only tremble from the sensation of cumming after a long time. A sweet pheromone leaked sensuously from his body, which still had residual tremors.

Then, when he came to his senses a little, he mumbled in a very timid, barely audible voice.

“It’s, hk, my first time…”

“What is.”

“Just this, doing this, it’s my first time…”

At first, Gyojin did not understand what he meant, but at Heeyoung’s last statement, he let out a curse.

First time. What was it about those two words? The veins on his dick, which was already swollen as if it would burst, bulged out. It only took an instant for him to lose his reason.

“So, you’re saying I’m your first. Fuck, you were a virgin?”

“B-Boss-nim, wait…”

“Heeyoung-ah, what am I going to do with you. An asshole that’s never been penetrated, fuck, is it okay for a kid’s dad to take your first time?”

He pretended to be considerate of the inexperienced Heeyoung, but his expression was already on the verge of dying from joy. He grinned from ear to ear and spat out slick words.

“Since it’s your first time, I have to serve you properly.”

“Ah, ah wait, no…!”

Heeyoung seriously wanted to ask. Boss-nim, have you ever worked as a host at Ignis?

Of course, he never had a chance to actually voice the words. Gyojin, who had declared his ambition to serve him properly, once again buried his face between his thighs and began to lick his asshole.

“Agh, eut, it’s, it’s dirty, ahh…”

“What do you mean, it tastes amazing. Since it’s your first time, cheup, it’s shut tight, fuck.”

Even as he squirmed his butt, saying it was dirty, he persistently followed and licked the folds of his hole.

Gyojin, who had been working his tongue with time and effort, tried inserting one of his fingers into the hole, which had begun to clench since it was an omega’s after all. As someone who prided himself on being tall and having a big dick, his fingers were also long. When he pushed in his middle finger, the longest one, the hot inner walls contracted tightly.

As he rotated his finger, feeling the heat, he casually threw out a short review.

“If I shove it in here, my dick’s gonna melt.”

Just a while ago, he had held the crying Heeyoung and poured out only all sorts of nice, gentle words, but now, every time he opened his mouth, it was dirty talk.

Now, Heeyoung was beyond embarrassed and felt like he was about to cry. His body was already boiling with fever, and it felt like Gyojin was just throwing kindling on top of it.

But then again, when he recalled his first encounter with him at Ignis, for some reason, he came to understand his current crude way of speaking. Actually, understanding or not, embarrassing was embarrassing… but what Heeyoung was most ashamed of was his own body, which was faithfully reacting to Gyojin’s vulgar way of speaking.

“Ha-euh, s-stop…”

“What do you mean stop, if I just shove it in, this place will get all raw, Heeyoung-ah.”

He pleaded by moving his legs here and there, but the more he did, the more vulgar the sounds of prodding below became.

Perhaps because his bottom had been thoroughly licked by his tongue, or perhaps because of the lewd sounds, jeuk, jeuk, the foreign sensation inside his hole was not very bothersome.

As Heeyoung, biting his lip hard, let out only breathless moans, Gyojin began to add fingers one by one to widen the inside.

He gently rubbed and pressed the hot flesh that had never been penetrated by anything, observing Heeyoung’s reaction, and finally, when Heeyoung flinched and let out a wet moan, he persistently scratched a certain spot.

“Ha-euh, ah…!”

“Ahh, here? You liked it when I scratched here?”

“Euh, eu-eung, eu!”

“Eueung, you did. This felt fucking good.”

Even in the midst of this, he was still treating Heeyoung like a child. However, he did not show a sweet attitude towards the asshole that was gradually becoming more flexible and was now barely accepting four fingers. Just a moment ago, he was moving his fingers straight, but now he bent his fingertips into a hook shape and jabbed wildly inside.

He had no idea how he knew to poke only the spots that made his body feel strange. Heeyoung stuck out his tongue at the pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

Each time the thick fingers quickly rubbed and poked the inner walls, his back would arch on its own. He had put so much strength into his thighs that his muscles were trembling.

Enduring the flood of stimulation was an incredibly difficult task for Heeyoung. In the end, it was not long before he shot out a cloudy white fluid once again.

“A-eut! Hah, ha…”

After cumming twice, his pheromones burst out. It was a strange thing. No matter that it was his heat cycle, he had never been this aroused before, nor had his pheromones ever been this strong.

The room heated up in an instant. The area around the bed was completely smeared with pheromones.

To make matters worse, Gyojin was also releasing his pheromones, and it felt like he was going crazy. Heeyoung could not adapt to the changes happening in his body.

A clear fluid was trickling from his penis, and his rear, which had been filled with fingers, was starting to itch. He was uncharacteristically feeling lewd desires.

Whimpering and tossing his body, Heeyoung soon cautiously grabbed Gyojin’s forearm and pleaded.

“Quickly, can’t you do it quickly? That, hk, just quickly…”

It was a statement he could not believe had come from his own mouth. However, Heeyoung had no intention of retracting his words. It was because his rear had started feeling strange ever since his pheromones started gushing out. Each time a warm liquid flowed from the deep inner walls, the softly loosened hole would twitch.

Enough now, not something like fingers… he wanted to push Gyojin’s thing inside.

When he looked at him with a face full of tears from arousal, he acted even more leisurely. On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying masturbating using his face as a side dish.

He, who was holding the menacingly erect shaft in one hand and slowly stroking it, suddenly yanked open the drawer next to the nightstand. When he looked up with eyes that asked what he was doing now, he answered with one corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

“Even if you’re in a hurry, you have to wear a condom.”

He had no idea why the sight of him shrugging and rummaging through the drawer looked so annoying. It felt like he was deliberately teasing him, so Heeyoung sat up and pulled Gyojin’s hand forcefully.

“It, it’s itchy, my bottom feels weird. Hkeu, can’t we just do it?”

When he asked, unable to control himself as he was consumed by the stimulation, he, who had been staring at him, suddenly twitched an eyebrow.

“If you get pregnant with my baby then, you’ll have to live with me for the rest of your life.”

“…”

“You want to do that?”

Having to live together for the rest of his life, it was not an entirely disagreeable thing to say. Of course, in the case of a recessive omega, the probability of getting pregnant from a single sexual encounter was remarkably low, so there was no chance of a baby being conceived, but…

Heeyoung, as if it did not matter, pressed their lips together and wrapped both legs around Gyojin’s waist.

At that, he, who had easily given up on finding a condom, joined in Heeyoung’s boldness and charged.

“This one’s really dying to live with me, huh?”

This is the first time in my life I’ve ever been proposed to like this. Gyojin muttered such words and patted Heeyoung’s legs wrapped around his waist, tap, tap.

“Unwrap these. You have to lie down properly and spread your hole so I can shove it into your pleasure spot.”

“Wh-why have you been talking like, that since before…!”

“E-eung? What words. Lie here like this, if I pound into you here, you’ll roll off.”

His way of speaking was so vulgar that he pointed it out, but he himself did not even know what the problem was. Normally, he would have lectured him, saying, ‘Boss-nim, please don’t use such words,’ but right now, Heeyoung had no time for that.

He hesitated to move for a moment, feeling unnecessarily shy, but as soon as he unwrapped his legs from his waist, Gyojin positioned himself between his thighs as if he had been waiting.

He soon began to rub his glans over Heeyoung’s hole, which was glistening wet with clear fluid.

Each time he teased and rubbed the area around the wrinkled hole with the blunt flesh, a sound like splashing in shallow water, jil-geok, jil-geok, was made.

Gyojin listened to the incredibly lewd noise and smirked.

“You were crying your eyes out, did you cry with your ass too? Huh?”

It seemed it was not a question he uttered to hear an answer.

He, who bit his lips without hurting them as if he were cute, grabbed Heeyoung’s narrow pelvis and began to slowly insert his penis.

“Ahh…!”

He had only pushed in the glans a little, but his mouth fell wide open at the sensation that was on a different level from fingers. Heeyoung immediately let out a painful moan.

It was only natural that it would be difficult to try to shove a dick the size of a water bottle into a hole that had never been penetrated before.

The hole, already stretched to its limit, barely managed to swallow Gyojin’s thing. As the tense Heeyoung tensed up, the area around the tautly stretched hole even turned reddish.

“Agh, fuck… relax, Heeyoung-ah. Your asshole is gonna tear at this rate.”

At that, Gyojin, who could not watch any longer, gently caressed Heeyoung’s body and mixed their tongues again. It was when he was gently stroking the area around his waist with his fingertips and their lips were frantically locking, chup, chu-up.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Heeyoung’s flat chest. His skin was pale like his face, but on top of it, reddish nipples protruded cutely.

How can Lee Heeyoung be pretty even in a place like this?

He, who praised Heeyoung as naturally as he breathed, sucked on a nipple with the mouth he had been kissing with. At that, Heeyoung, who was startled and flinched his shoulders, let out a moan, heut!

Gyojin aimed for that moment when Heeyoung relaxed and shoved his dick in deep.

“Ah, ha-euk!”

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt, as much as you thought.”

“It hurts, ah, ah!”

“Hoo… I don’t think so. You’re feeling good right now.”

Unfortunately, he could not ram it in to the root, and succeeded in pushing it in exactly halfway.

Meanwhile, Heeyoung, who had gasped, heok, at the stimulation that felt like being pierced by a fire poker, was feeling the world spin. He thought his hole might have torn, it hurt that much, but when Gyojin said ‘it doesn’t hurt’ instead of ‘does it hurt?’, he was at a loss for words.

As he panted in a fluster, he, who gave him a moment, slowly began to move his hips.

When he pulled out the penis that was halfway in and then pushed into the hole again, the unwrinkled rear somehow managed to take in the black dick.

How could he feel any kind of pleasure just from being scraped inside like this? Heeyoung, who did not understand and only let out sorrowful moans, changed his mind as soon as the tip of the smooth glans poked a certain spot in his tender flesh.

“Ha-eup…!”

In an instant, a breath that sounded like a shriek burst out, and he hurriedly covered his mouth.

He was about to stop Gyojin, asking for a moment, but the dick that had been fully withdrawn suddenly plunged into the hole. Without any warning, he had crammed it in all the way to the root.

“Ah, ah, what do I do, hk…!”

A pleasure that could not be expressed in words enveloped his entire body. To exaggerate a little, it felt like stars were popping before his eyes.

Heeyoung, who had finally swallowed all of Gyojin’s dick, convulsed all over and came. Unable to withstand the terrifyingly raging pleasure, he finally had to burst into a childlike cry, heo-eong.

Fuck, what a magnificent view.

It was a pitiful cry, but Gyojin, far from comforting Heeyoung, was busy pushing him further.

“Hah, for a first time, the sexual compatibility, is fucking amazing. The moment my dick goes in, you’re just spurting and spurting.”