Humanity Chapter 10.2 - Plan

“Ugh, huh….”

“Let me hear you moan. Don’t hold it in….”

Seolyoung’s fingers entered Yimyeong’s parted mouth. As Yimyeong relaxed his jaw to avoid biting them, a nasal sound, strangely unlike his own voice, escaped.

Was it because of the alcohol? Even so, he did not feel ashamed of this unfamiliar side of himself. Perhaps he had gotten drunker during their lovemaking, because even though Seolyoung was pressing down on him with his heavy weight, Yimyeong felt as if he were floating in the air every time Seolyoung gently thrust up from below.

Each time the thick penis, which unerringly struck the spot where he felt it most, filled him and then withdrew, Yimyeong, without realizing it, squeezed Seolyoung’s hard member tightly, as if melting and eating an ice cream. The love fluid that had pooled on his thoroughly soaked perineum trickled down the groove and wet the sheets.

With his legs wrapped tightly around Seolyoung’s waist, Yimyeong blinked his hazy eyes a few times. In contrast to the sensation on his skin, which was duller than usual, the inside of his stomach felt so distinct it was as if he could draw a map of the unseen places. Pounding as if to stamp the tender membrane in the deepest part was a habit of Seolyoung’s. The veins that stood out on his thick penis would often graze a stimulation point located slightly below that as it pulled out. If it were a puzzle, their bodies were a perfect match, feeling pleasure in all the right places, a truly compatible pair.

“Ngh… ah, ah, heuk….”

As the thrusting grew faster, their groins slapped together with wet, splashing sounds. Yimyeong, taking shallow breaths, stared blankly at Seolyoung’s expression, which was completely absorbed in him. The moment their eyes met, Seolyoung bit and chewed on Yimyeong’s neck like a thirsty man. Yimyeong could not keep his senses straight because of Seolyoung, who was sucking on the sternocleidomastoid muscle that drew a beautiful line, the prominent Adam’s apple, and even the hollow of his collarbone. The sexual pleasure grew more and more intense.

“Hah… Myeong-ah, Myeong-ah….”

A powerful shock that stamped his insides rang all the way to his head. A hot pressure spread immediately after. Yimyeong’s eyelashes trembled faintly. His waist shook uncontrollably at the sensation of a large amount of semen being sprayed inside him. At the intimate muscles that were contracting and relaxing on their own, Seolyoung let out a low, beast-like groan. Even after squeezing out the very last drop inside Yimyeong, Seolyoung did not withdraw his penis.

Seolyoung buried his head in the nape of Yimyeong’s neck right after ejaculating and panted for a moment. His tightly clenched muscles relaxed, and his smooth, sweat-drenched skin rose and fell with his breath. Seolyoung, who was enjoying the post-ejaculatory languor, soon began to fondly caress Yimyeong’s cheek and kissed his reddened neck over and over again.

“Myeong-ah. That was so good. But when you’re drunk, you’re somehow….”

The moment Seolyoung shifted his position slightly, Yimyeong furrowed his brow. It was because Seolyoung’s member, still inside him, had twitched and hit his inner walls. Its hardness, not having subsided in the least, unintentionally prodded his insides with a wet squelching sound. At the same time, Yimyeong slowly regained his sense of reality.

“Ah… condom, I forgot.”

At those words, Seolyoung paused for a moment. Yimyeong shook his head as if trying to come to his senses.

They had gotten so mindlessly entangled that they had already done the deed. Yimyeong laboriously pushed his upper body up to go wash himself out, even if it was now. But Seolyoung’s rock-hard body did not budge.

“Just a second… let me go so I can at least scrape it out.”

“I don’t want to be apart….”

“I know, but just for a moment….”

As Yimyeong kept pushing his shoulder with his drunken wrist, Seolyoung, as if annoyed, snatched his arm away.

“You’re on suppressants anyway.”

“That’s true, but… Ah!”

As if to prevent any other thoughts, Seolyoung began to shower him with kisses again. At the same time, with a slap, he began to penetrate. Yimyeong twisted his waist, putting up a meaningless resistance. But unlike him, for whom even the simplest movements did not go as planned, Seolyoung’s body was firm.

“Don’t come… inside.”

“…I’ll come outside.”

“Can’t you do it from behind?”

“From behind?”

Seolyoung raised his eyes. Of course, there was no reason to refuse from behind. When the omega genitalia was swollen from continuous intercourse and looked painfully sore to penetrate, he would use the back.

“If I do it from behind, is it okay to come inside?”

“Yeah.”

The drunk Yimyeong slowly nodded his head. But Seolyoung, like a contrarian, pushed three fingers firmly into the omega genitalia.

When he gently pushed his hand into the narrow crevice, which was swollen and felt hotter than the surrounding skin, slippery love fluid smeared onto it.

As he persistently fiddled with the hole, Yimyeong, who had been quietly receiving his kisses, mumbled sluggishly.

“No, not there….”

When he swirled his fingers around as if scraping the inside, Yimyeong moaned, his ears turning red.

“Mmm….”

In the face of pleasure, Yimyeong’s guard blurred. The intoxication, far from receding with time, deepened, and his muscles relaxed softly.

“I want to come inside… huh? Myeong-ah.”

“Ah… you can’t… no….”

But in the end, Seolyoung once again sprayed an enormous amount of semen inside Yimyeong. Had the trajectory of the cock’s movement ever been this vivid? Yimyeong blinked his hazy eyes. So much so that the pressure inside rose, and with no more space to hold it, it began to leak out of the hole. The semen that could not be contained smeared on his groin, which was bright red from frequent friction, making it glisten.

To be honest, it was devastatingly good. Seolyoung, as if he knew Yimyeong’s inner thoughts, pushed him to the point of breaking. Without a moment to compose his languid body after ejaculating, at the moment he was most sensitive to stimulation, his lower body was mercilessly crushed.

Especially when he was lying on his side with his legs together and was being thrust into vertically from above, he reached a convulsive climax. In the end, Yimyeong’s reason turned to mush. His front, having cum multiple times, was now dribbling watered-down semen.

“Heuk, Myeong-ah, should I cum inside you again? Huh?”

“Yeah, hheut… I like it, heu, euk… inside…. inside….”

In the end, he was begging for it with a twisted tongue. At Seolyoung’s whisper that he might get pregnant, a shiver ran down his spine. While thinking this was not right, he became terribly excited, as if adrenaline was surging in the face of danger.

The penetration was now so deep that it was tapping a dangerous area. It was because his completely relaxed muscles had forgotten how to clench and were accepting him wide open.

“Does it feel good here?”

The head of his penis grazed and toyed with the deep hole inside. Instinctively, an alarm bell rang in his head. That place inside was not supposed to be penetrated… But in the face of pleasure that made his limbs go limp, he did not even think of resisting.

“It hurts… there, ngh….”

As Yimyeong reflexively flinched his shoulders, Seolyoung licked his lips. He had long since shaken off the effects of the alcohol. Not wanting to let go of Yimyeong’s insides, which he was tasting raw for the first time in a long while, he soothed him and once again poured his semen deep inside.

The next day, Yimyeong awoke from his sleep with a deep hangover.

Along with a dull ache that felt like it was squeezing the nape of his neck, memories of last night slowly returned. He wanted to quickly get out of the clammy sheets, but his exhausted body would not listen. As he closed his eyes and let out a sigh, the sound of water came from the kitchen. When he shifted a little, Seolyoung, who had sensed his movement, called out towards the bedroom.

“Are you up?”

As expected of an athlete, Seolyoung was perfectly fine, just like usual. Yimyeong looked at his own pathetic state in the small mirror placed opposite him. His eyes and lips were so swollen that he looked foolish.

“I’m not doing it drunk anymore.”

“Haha, why? I really liked it.”

Seolyoung planted a peck on Yimyeong’s messy hair. Yimyeong rubbed his eyes and dragged his heavy body. It was a struggle just to sit on the edge of the bed naked.

“Want to wash up? I did wipe you down a bit before sleeping.”

Only then did Yimyeong realize his body was in a fresher state than he expected. The sheets had been changed, a large bath towel was laid on top, and the sweat and semen had been wiped from his body. Yimyeong, scratching his head, mumbled softly.

“Thanks. You must have been tired too.”

“Tired? I could do it a hundred, a thousand times.”

Seolyoung, whistling as he turned away, truly seemed extremely satisfied. Yimyeong let out a hollow laugh and stood up, still naked, and headed to the bathroom. His firm body was red and blotchy here and there, especially his buttocks and the area below his groin, which were stained a deep color. Until Yimyeong went in and closed the door, Seolyoung stared intently at the marks he had left on his body.

“No, this is….”

While showering, Yimyeong was overcome with a sense of unease. When he put his fingers in his bottom and spread it, the amount of semen that trickled out was no small matter.

“Hmm….”

When he put his fingers inside and scraped, more clumped matter flowed out. After thinking he had cleaned it out once and washing his hair, he put his hand in again, and an amount no different from before gushed out. It seemed that every time his muscles contracted and relaxed, the clumps that had gathered in the deep parts were sliding out little by little.

He repeated this several times, but the semen continued to seep out until he finished his shower. In the end, since he could not just spend the whole day washing, Yimyeong finished his shower feeling a little uncomfortable. It was enough that it would not flow out right away, but he was not sure if he had emptied it all.

In the meantime, Seolyoung had finished preparing breakfast. Yimyeong, approaching the dining table, immediately reached for the suppressants.

“Suppressants… is it okay to take two?”

Seolyoung, who was just placing a bowl of seaweed soup in front of Yimyeong, looked up without answering.

“I’m worried about you coming inside yesterday. I just cleaned it out, but it kept coming out no matter how much I tried. They say this has a contraceptive effect too. I was wondering if taking more would enhance the effect….”

“…Shouldn’t you stick to the prescribed dosage?”

“I guess so?”

Yimyeong, scratching his head, asked Seolyoung, who had turned his back.

“Seolyoung-ah, are you more satisfied with the front than the back?”

The back was the anus, and the front was the omega’s genitalia. At the blunt question, Seolyoung shrugged his shoulders.

“I like either.”

“You just like coming inside more, right?”

“…That’s right.”

The breakfast menu was seaweed soup. Seolyoung cooked for him from time to time, but this menu was a first. He took a spoonful and tasted it; it was as delicious as something from a restaurant. Yimyeong was impressed by the feeling of it soothing his hangover.

“Wow, this is really delicious.”

“Really? That’s a relief.”

“Yeah, anyway, what I was trying to say is, let’s make sure we use a condom from now on.”

“…….”

Did I say something too explicit at the dinner table? Yimyeong interpreted the reason for Seolyoung’s silence that way. With an awkward face, he added another word.

“Because you like coming inside….”

“Myeong-ah, are you scared of getting pregnant?”

“Huh?”

Yimyeong lifted his head.

“No, I was just wondering if there was another reason.”

“Ah….”

Yimyeong fell into thought for a moment. To him, this was so obvious that it was strange to even search for a reason. He had lived his whole life as a man before he was an omega.

“It’s just… weird, isn’t it? A man getting pregnant. No matter how I think about it, it doesn’t make sense.”

“…….”

“Scared… yeah, maybe that’s it. Even if I did get pregnant by some chance, I don’t know if I could even give birth to a proper child.”

His abdomen, with no fat and only visible muscle, looked far too barren for a baby to settle in. Besides, a pregnancy with such an extremely low probability would entail various possibilities. Not just at the level of the implantation failing, but perhaps he might not be able to give birth to a proper human….

When his thoughts reached that point, fear truly crept in. He was an incomplete, first-generation omega. There was no previous generation that had experienced the future he would face.

“With so many alphas and omegas manifesting, there must be a reason why the pregnancy rate is extremely low, don’t you think? It might be going against the laws of nature.”

“…….”

“It’s something you can’t take back, so it’s better to be careful.”

Meanwhile, Seolyoung was stirring his soup with a downcast face.

Seolyoung had once heard that seaweed soup was good for new mothers. Of course, he did not think Yimyeong would be pregnant from yesterday’s events. He just felt it was funny how his own subconscious, wanting to create that kind of mood, had chosen the menu on its own.

The thought of himself secretly stroking Yimyeong’s lower abdomen, which held his semen, and then getting all excited and cooking seaweed soup by himself, seemed ridiculous.

Yimyeong, unaware of Seolyoung’s somber expression, lifted his spoon.

“Seolyoung-ah. How are you so good at cooking too?”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

Seolyoung, who lifted his head, was already smiling gently.

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[Kwon Seolyoung, on a secret date with a non-celebrity omega girlfriend?]

Upon opening his eyes in the morning, Seolyoung scowled at the message that had arrived. Clicking the link in the message led to an article from an online news outlet.

[I swear I’m not the one who spread the rumor]

The person who sent the message was none other than Inchan.

Seolyoung read the article with a scowl. It contained information that they had recently received a tip that Seolyoung had been prescribed omega suppressants, along with a photo where the silhouette was just barely identifiable.

No matter how you looked at it, it was him. It seemed to have been taken when he stopped by the pharmacy a while ago.

“Seriously, even this kind of thing. Ha….”

He had only ever worked hard at his sport his whole life, but at some point, strange attention started to follow him. He thought it might be because of the Olympics, but not all athletes who win medals receive this much attention.

Seolyoung still did not understand why people paid attention to aspects of his life outside of sports. Either way, unwanted attention was just annoying.

“They take pictures of everything.”

Seolyoung, who was looking at his phone, let out a deep sigh and tossed it face down.

“You’re awake?”

A deep, sleepy voice spoke to him from his side.

“Sleep more.”

“You’re going to work out, right? I’ll go with you….”

Yimyeong mumbled, unable to shake off his sleepiness. Kissing his forehead, Seolyoung got out of bed.

After finishing their workout together, Seolyoung, who was drinking water, glanced at Yimyeong, who had just finished his cool-down. The view of his back as he entered the locker room was a work of art. Seolyoung followed him, admiring it.

“Myeong-ah, your body is getting better and better.”

As he said that, he fiddled with Yimyeong’s taut, raised back and shoulders.

“Especially here. This part is hard to build up.”

When he mischievously touched Yimyeong’s bare skin in a moment of carelessness as he was putting his shirt on over his arms and neck, Yimyeong paused. After craning his neck and giving him a sidelong glance, Yimyeong silently pulled his shirt down to cover his waist area. Watching Yimyeong’s back muscles under his armpits, which spread beautifully like wings with every movement, disappear under his clothes, Seolyoung smacked his lips in disappointment.

After changing, the two left the gym on good terms.

The daytime temperature was gradually rising, and now even the morning hours were quite hot and humid. Until just a while ago, it had been cool enough to need a light jacket at night; the weather was so unpredictable.

“Aren’t you hot?”

Seolyoung, shielding his eyes with his hand, asked, conscious of Yimyeong’s attire. When he reached out and pulled at the clothes, the thin, stretchy knit stretched out. The clothes, which revealed his body shape as it was, suited Yimyeong well, but they were still not right for the season.

“It’s nice to look at because you look good, but….”

At Seolyoung’s question, Yimyeong seemed conflicted for a moment before answering.

“Your biting habit is getting worse.”

As he said this, Yimyeong rubbed his neck. Seolyoung’s eyes, understanding the meaning of his words, widened before a smile formed on his lips. Yimyeong said reproachfully.

“Don’t laugh.”

“So you finally noticed. You’re really dense.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Seolyoung dodged Yimyeong’s attempt to grab him by the collar and laughed brightly.

It had been a while since he started leaving a good number of marks on Yimyeong’s neck, but it seemed Yimyeong had only recently noticed. No wonder he had been insisting on turtlenecks lately.

“What are you going to do when it gets hotter?”

“What do you mean? You should be more moderate.”

Seolyoung, blocking Yimyeong’s fist with his arm, laughed cheerfully before asking back.

“You found out pretty quickly. Did it suddenly catch your eye?”

“No, the hyung who runs the gym… we ran into him on our way out the other day. He said he wasn’t trying to look, but it was just so visible.”

“Ah, that makes sense. The hyung’s eye level is right at your neck. What did he say?”

“He asked if my girlfriend… does this to me…. Said he was jealous.”

“Hahaha!”

Yimyeong’s cheeks and ears turned red as he answered the questions. Seeing the culprit who made him that way laughing in front of him, he could only let out a short sigh.

“You’re too reckless. What if someone gets suspicious?”

“About what. You and me?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d like that.”

Seolyoung answered with a light shrug of his shoulders. At the quick reply, it was Yimyeong who was at a loss for words.

“I’m actually more disappointed that no one suspects anything. We’re always together, so it’s worth being suspicious about.”

“That’s not….”

Before Yimyeong could retort, Seolyoung put an arm on his shoulder and pointed somewhere.

“I’m thirsty. Let’s grab a coffee before we go.”

Yimyeong obediently let himself be led towards the cafe.

Perhaps because it was not a busy time, there were not many people in the shop. After ordering, Seolyoung naturally pulled out a chair at an outdoor table and sat there. A short while later, as soon as the ordered coffee came out, the two bickered over who would get it, then returned with their respective drinks.

Yimyeong sucked on the cool drink filled with ice. Half of it was gone in one go. Staring blankly at the remaining drink, Yimyeong thought to himself that he must have been thirsty.

“I should’ve gotten a large. Should I buy you another one?”

When he looked up, Seolyoung was pointing at the cup with his chin. As always, Seolyoung acted as if he had read his mind and was considerate a step ahead. It was probably because he paid as much attention to him as he did to himself.

Yimyeong replied with a faint smile.

“It’s okay.”

“Wait here. I’ll get some cake too.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Why, you like cake, don’t you?”

“I said it’s fine. Just….”

A strange voice cut in between the two people who were having a brief squabble.

“Excuse me… by any chance… aren’t you Kwon Seolyoung, the athlete?”

The two of them turned their heads almost simultaneously in the direction of the voice. There stood a woman of rather small stature, covering her mouth with her hand, a slightly surprised look on her face. She also seemed flustered to suddenly be the focus of the two huge men’s gazes at the same time.

“Wow, it’s really you. I… I’m a huge fan. I’ve been cheering for you since the Olympics.”

The woman’s voice, as she shyly and with difficulty continued speaking, was trembling slightly. It was obvious that she had mustered up the courage to speak to him all by herself.

“I saw you from over there but wasn’t sure… You look even more handsome in person.”

“…Thank you.”

Seolyoung offered a simple and polite greeting. Even at that short reply, the female university student brought her hands, which had been covering her mouth, together and did not know what to do with herself. Yimyeong found the sight of Seolyoung, who had shed his playful demeanor and instantly become composed, so amusing that he unconsciously smiled without a sound and turned his gaze away.

“If it’s okay, could I… just one picture….”

“Ah, yes. I can do that for you.”

“I’ll take it for you.”

Yimyeong briefly stood up from his seat. Then he took the phone and moved to take a picture of the two of them. Yimyeong, who tried his best to take a good picture one way or another, took a total of three photos and then handed the phone back to the female university student.

“I’m not sure if I took them well. Please check.”

“Thank you so, so much. Um, you too, athlete-nim, fighting.”

“Me?”

“Yes, what’s your sport? You look cool….”

The woman seemed to have misunderstood that Yimyeong was also an athlete. Seolyoung pointlessly took a step back and grinned broadly.

“Ah, I’m not an athlete.”

“Oh, you’re not? I thought you were an athlete. Because you look like an alpha.”

At the unexpected words, Seolyoung and Yimyeong’s eyes met at the same time. While Yimyeong was flustered, the woman lightly clenched her fist into a fighting pose and then backed away.

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Update on athlete Kwon Seolyoung

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Still handsome

A citizen who was passing by happened to meet him and took this

They said he was super well-mannered and kind, and when you see him in person, his build is huge so you have to look way up at him haha

When you share this, please make sure to credit the source!

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一 As expected, his looks are as good as his main job. His visuals have no off-seasonㅠㅠㅠ

一 He probably won’t appear on variety shows or anything, what a shame

一 Who’s the person in the picture with him? Super handsome

↳ They said it seems to be a friend

↳ Oh then he’s a non-celebrity, is it okay not to blur him outㅠ

↳ That person is probably an athlete too?

↳ Right, his physique is different from a non-celebrity, you can tell he’s an alpha just by looking

↳ Was that person in the Olympics too? Hurry, I’m curious

↳ If he had been on TV, even for 1 second, he’s the type to make the online communities go wild, seems like he’s an undiscovered talent

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[Seolyoung-ah, this was on your way home after working out, right?]

[If you were going to take a picture, you should have done it with our gym in the background hahaha. For promotion.]

The fact that Seolyoung had become a minor topic of conversation due to a recent photo update reached the person in question that evening.

It was just before he was about to go to sleep. The information he came across the moment he was about to feel the comfort of lying in bed made Seolyoung feel as if cold water had been poured on his head.

“Damn it, what is this now.”

The article Hyeoksu sent was not from a formal media outlet. It was an article from an online media source that cobbled together trending topics from the internet, but the problem was that it also included unconfirmed information.

Seolyoung felt a deep-seated displeasure at the circulation of Yimyeong’s photo. It was not because of the erroneous information attached that he was presumed to be an alpha and an athlete. He simply did not like the fact that anyone could see Yimyeong’s face.

Seolyoung’s brow furrowed slightly.

“What are you looking at?”

As he was looking at his phone with a serious face, Yimyeong, who was lying next to him, asked. Seolyoung handed him the phone as it was.

“Read it.”

While Yimyeong read the article, Seolyoung reached out and dimmed the light of the stand. After confirming that it had been lowered to a cozy level of brightness and lying down again, he looked to his side to see Yimyeong still silently staring at the phone screen in the same position.

“I should call the agency first thing tomorrow morning. Ask if they can take the article down.”

“Why?”

Yimyeong turned to him, his eyes wide as if a little surprised.

“It doesn’t seem like there’s anything particularly bad in it.”

At that simple assessment, Seolyoung let out a short sigh.

“Leaving aside the fact that false information is circulating, your picture is way too exposed. What are you going to do, you’re a non-celebrity.”

“Ah, you’re doing this because of me? There’s really no need. I’m fine.”

Hearing that nonchalant answer, Seolyoung felt a sudden surge of emotion for no reason. Yimyeong did not seem to think at all about how much of an impact his face could have. And his own feelings of not wanting to show that face to others, as well.

“…Still, if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll do that.”

Yimyeong said as he returned the phone. A brief silence fell in the room, now devoid of the blue light from the screen. A moment later, he cautiously added another word.

“Are you in a bad mood because of the article?”

“…I’m not pleased.”

“Still, cheer up. Just from your expression, I thought it was something really serious.”

“For example?”

“A scandal or… something like that. Rumors that would tarnish your reputation. So I was relieved that you weren’t being misunderstood….”

As he said that, Yimyeong took Seolyoung’s hand, which was lying carelessly under the covers, held it tight, and shook it lightly.

“I’m really okay.”

In the darkness, he could see Yimyeong smiling faintly.

Seolyoung did not know how to take Yimyeong’s words. Honestly, if an article had come out presuming the man in the photo was an omega and that Kwon Seolyoung was dating him, he would have been secretly, darkly, pleased. Because he could proudly declare to the world that this man was his.

But Yimyeong says he did not want that, for his sake.

Compared to his own possessiveness, Yimyeong was clearly a much more adult and mature person.

But was that really true?

What if it was not because he was worried about me, but simply because he did not want to be swept up in a commotion himself?

He praises me with his mouth, saying I am perfect and like a fantasy, but in reality….

Seolyoung’s heart was stained with darkness. He did not want to have these kinds of doubts, but Yimyeong, while he had said thank you countless times, had never once said he loved him. It did not mean that he did not like him. He could clearly feel the affection.

It was just that the thought occurred to him, if you like me, if you really like me that much, shouldn’t you be more earnest? Just as he was, being enthusiastic about marriage or looking forward to a pregnancy….

It was when he was having such thoughts that made him feel ugly. Yimyeong murmured softly.

“Anyway, I’ve never seen other alphas or omegas so I don’t know… if there’s a stereotype. Seeing how everyone believes I’m an alpha without a shred of doubt.”

At Yimyeong’s words, Seolyoung carefully recalled the alphas and omegas he had met so far. There were certain tendencies in terms of physique or athletic ability, but he could not confirm that everyone was like that. Yimyeong himself was already different from the stereotype, was he not?

“Well, they’re just diverse. It’s a prejudice.”

“Is that so? Anyway, that’s a relief.”

“Why?”

“Just… I don’t have to be so anxious… that’s what I think. I should let go of my self-consciousness a bit.”

Seolyoung, listening quietly, just fiddled with Yimyeong’s shoulder with a smile-less face. Yimyeong had his eyes closed as if he were already half asleep.

Seolyoung murmured softly.

“I don’t really like it. You being mistaken for an alpha….”

“Ah, ah, it’s not that I want to pretend to be an alpha either.”

“That’s not it, what I mean is I hate that no one even thinks we’re dating.”

“Hmm… that’s because you’re popular with women. They probably can’t even imagine you’d be dating a man, of all people.”

Yimyeong’s words, spoken honestly in his sleepiness, strangely scraped at Seolyoung’s heart. He also felt resentful towards his partner, whose focus was completely different even when looking at the same article. In the end, Seolyoung crushed Yimyeong, tormenting him as he was just about to fall asleep.

“Even if everyone else thinks that way, you shouldn’t say that.”

When he bit his bare shoulder while pressing down on him with his heavy weight, Yimyeong furrowed his brow but burst into a small laugh.

“Ah, I get it, I get it. It hurts… it hurts.”

Seolyoung put a hand on the nape of Yimyeong’s neck and, while ruffling his hair, bit wherever his lips touched, such as his earlobe, cheek, lips, and the nape of his neck, as he pleased. Yimyeong, though it must have been annoying, did not push him away and quietly accepted Seolyoung’s bites.

The mischievous skinship, mixed with resentment, soon led to a deep kiss. The inside of Yimyeong’s mouth, whose body had become warm as he was almost asleep, was incredibly sweet and moist. Seolyoung, with a yearning heart, fondled his other wet place below.

“Ah, wait… just a second.”

“Why? You don’t want to?”

“That’s….”

Yimyeong grabbed Seolyoung’s wrist, trying to stop him.

“I’ll get a condom. Ah….”

As Yimyeong fumbled for the nightstand, Seolyoung clung to him and poured kisses on him in a product-less state. Yimyeong, who barely managed to tear his lips away by turning his head to the side, caressed his cheek and said.

“If you’re going to do it without one, then in the back….”

Yimyeong lowered his hand below his waist, grabbed Seolyoung’s wrist, which was poking his wet bottom, and tried to move it to the hole below that. Seolyoung, who let himself be led and inserted two fingers into the dry folds of his backside, once again, like a child who could not shake a bad habit, buried his thumb in the omega’s cleft. Yimyeong, who was now having both holes violated at the same time, let out a short sigh.

“You really… don’t listen.”

“Yes, mom.”

Yimyeong’s face turned red at the utterly absurd choice of words. Seolyoung shamelessly aligned the head of his penis with the vulva, from which love fluid was gushing out.

Recently, Seolyoung would often push for condom-less intercourse with Yimyeong like this. He kept pestering him, even though he knew he disliked it. Yimyeong, though not very willing at first, would inevitably give in when pestered persistently, and as this kept happening, he gradually let down his guard. In the first place, the probability of pregnancy was extremely low, and he was also on suppressants, so he must have been reassured.

“Hahk… a little slower….”

Yimyeong gripped the sheets and tilted his head back. The white nape of his neck shone faintly. Burying his lips there, Seolyoung once again stubbornly sowed his seed inside Yimyeong.