Rejected by Daughter’s Second Male Lead Chapter 113

‘I suppose I’ll have to collect a large amount of Gillen’s pheromones, turn them into a magic stone, and carry it with me at all times.’

That way, he would not have to approach Gillen, and since he could always keep Gillen’s pheromones with him, he would not die. However, the moment he had this thought, Yuan’s heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

“Ugh…”

What was this? Was this also a side effect of pheromone deficiency? At first, Yuan suspected so. But thinking back, it had been the same when he met Gillen at the palace earlier, and he remembered his heart had throbbed and ached in the same way whenever he thought of Gillen over the past two weeks—which was almost 24 hours a day. The books had no explanation for this kind of chest pain.

They only said that because one had lost their beloved mate, depression would worsen, they would stop eating, their immunity would weaken, and they would lose the will to live.

“A beloved mate…”

However, befitting the great genius he was, Yuan understood the meaning implied within the side effects described in the book.

When one fails in love or breaks up with a loved one, one becomes sad. Naturally, one’s heart would ache as well. In fact, the symptoms of mate pheromone deficiency were similar to the symptoms of a broken heart. Except for the fact that it dealt a direct blow to one’s life.

“I love Gillen…?”

In the end, Yuan had no choice but to arrive at that conclusion.

He knew he liked him. He had guessed as much when his heart was gradually drawn to him, when he started to find him cute, and when having sex with him became the most enjoyable thing in the world. He knew it even before Gillen teased him, asking ‘Don’t you like me?’ He had just pretended he did not out of embarrassment.

But love… wasn’t that a deeper level of emotion? According to the books, love was stronger than anything else in the world. They said that it was love that had brought the greatest dragon on earth to its knees, changed a tyrant, and made possible many things that could not be achieved by the power of a mere human.

But what I’m feeling is something like that…? I’m not so sure.

With a sullen expression, Yuan teleported his aide, Ricardo, in front of him. Ricardo, as if accustomed to this, immediately greeted Yuan.

“You called, Marquis.”

“Is Gillen gone?”

“Yes. He returned to his residence a short while ago.”

It was something he already knew from watching through the magic telescope, but Yuan had a separate reason for calling Ricardo.

“What did he say?”

“He asked if you were perhaps sick, Marquis.”

“And?”

“That… was all?”

“His expression, his posture, things like that! Try to be more detailed!”

“His expression… seemed very worried about you, Marquis, and his posture… he was leaning his body toward the carriage window. And he kept looking at the Marquis’s estate with his eyes.”

“Ha, did he?”

A satisfied smile crept onto Yuan’s face. Even while in pain and losing his vitality, he liked the fact that Gillen had worried about him. It was a good thing he was not conscious of that side of himself; if he were, he would have hung himself out of self-loathing.

But soon, the light faded from Yuan’s face.

‘The reason I kept you by my side was… because I didn’t want you to go near Cecil.’

His amazing memory had recalled Gillen’s words once again. Gillen had never liked him from the beginning. Although it later developed into a sense of camaraderie, the only people he disliked were human trash—like child abusers or nogariuses—so it could not be considered a great affection.

His worrying was probably just a feeling born from his good nature anyway. It was a blow to his pride to like someone like that to the point of experiencing all these deficiency symptoms.

“…I need to collect Gillen’s, no, Duke Blake’s pheromones. Go to my second dragon’s treasury and bring a large-capacity magic stone that can contain pheromones. A size that can fit in the palm of my hand.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Take the communication sphere.”

“Yes.”

As Ricardo took the communication sphere, Yuan teleported him to the dragon’s treasury.

Once he collected Gillen’s pheromones… there would be no reason, no need, to see Gillen ever again. Yes, this is for the better.

Yuan decided to leave the empire altogether right after collecting Gillen’s pheromones. He intended not to attend Cecilia and the Crown Prince’s wedding either. Because if he went there, he would surely run into Gillen. And if Gillen saw him… he would feel guilty.

“So annoying.”

Yuan’s weak voice sank to the laboratory floor.

After returning home, Gillen could not concentrate on his work for a long time. He did not answer when Navard spoke to him, and in the end, he went into his bedroom in the middle of the day, saying he needed to take a nap, something he had never done in his life.

‘I’m depressed.’

Why? I’d been waiting for the day I’d see Cecilia. I thought I’d hold it in even if I saw that original male lead bastard fawning over Cecilia. But in reality, I didn’t even care about Hexion clinging to Cecilia; my attention was constantly focused only on Yuan, who sat beside me.

He changed into comfortable indoor clothes and lay down on the bed. When he smelled Yuan’s pheromones today, a strange sense of nostalgia washed over him. He had felt at ease, as if the world was finally turning as it should… he had even had such a ridiculous thought.

Though he had tried to forget, he had never once been able to, but the real Yuan was far more beautiful and sorrowful than the image he had painted in his mind for the past two weeks. Yes, a sorrowful aura! He had developed something like that.

He was still very angry with me. He wouldn’t even try to look at me. To the point where he didn’t want to be with me for a moment longer, so he quickly used his magic and left by teleportation… Gillen’s chest throbbed with pain.

Gillen pounded his left chest with his fist. He hit it so hard that if anyone had seen, they would have been shocked and shouted that they needed to call a doctor.

But he needed another pain to forget this pain. For the past two weeks, he had tried to lose himself and focus only on work, but in truth, Gillen often experienced auditory or visual hallucinations.

‘What are you doing now?’

‘You have an appetite after what you did to me?’

‘Meeting you was the biggest mistake of my life. You’re crueler than Marius. Do you know that?’

The real Yuan had never said such things, but Gillen kept hearing such words in his ears. It felt as if Yuan were beside him, he would find fault with Gillen’s every action and resent him.

In truth, it was the criticism Gillen was directing at himself. He was feeling an excessive amount of guilt. No, was this even guilt? It seemed like… he just wanted to think of Yuan in any way possible. Even if it was in a way that hurt himself.

‘Yuan won’t want to see me anymore.’

Gillen turned onto his side. The freshly made bedding only carried the fragrant scent of soap, but he recalled the time he had his first sex with Yuan here. That sticky, hot, and messy smell. The smell of lust, a combination of blood, potions, fragrant oils, semen, and saliva. Yuan’s lips and large hands that had bitten and sucked on him for five days, the hot and thick penis that had filled him up inside… Gillen swallowed.

He closed his eyes. Then, trying to conjure the scent of Yuan’s pheromones that he had smelled for a brief moment at the imperial palace today, he put his hand inside his pants.

His penis, which had hardened at the thought of Yuan, was already half-erect. Gillen stroked his own cock with his rough, calloused hand.

That time Yuan had been outside listening as he masturbated. The day they had rubbed their cocks together, both sticky and slippery with semen. The time they had masturbated while looking at each other through the white iron bars in the holy prison.

“Heuk… Euk, heut…!”

As his sexual pleasure heightened, Gillen’s breathing grew ragged. At the same time, he could feel his asshole twitching. His body had already become so accustomed to Yuan that just touching the front made him want to spread his rear.

“Ah, ah… haah… Yuan, Yuan…!”

A milky fluid burst forth inside his underwear. Heat began to spread throughout his body, and his hole gaped, preparing to receive a cock. His groin and hand became damp and sticky, and his brain, having felt sexual pleasure, wanted more.

But that was short-lived, and Gillen’s mood plummeted to the floor. He could not have sex with Yuan anymore. Let alone sex, he would be lucky to see him once or twice a month. And even that would be an opportunity he could have only on the assumption that Yuan did not disappear with teleportation.

His body temperature quickly cooled. His sexual desire vanished, and the dampness in his groin only brought a sense of discomfort. Gillen slowly got up, stripped off all his clothes, and went into the bathroom connected to his room. He filled the bathtub with warm water and stepped inside.

‘Can’t we just… remain friends?’

Gillen thought that for a moment, then shook his head. That was not something he could do to Yuan. And in truth, Gillen himself did not want a relationship as friends.

He liked Yuan. He dared to. He held romantic feelings for a dominant alpha male who was twenty years younger, dazzlingly beautiful, and brimming with talent. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he could not make those feelings disappear.

That was why Gillen had to be even more steadfast here. Yuan had an impulsive nature and a surprisingly soft side, so he would fall for it immediately if Gillen seduced him just a little. He would probably just say a few blunt words, telling him not to deceive him again, and that would be all. That gentle soul…

“So, absolutely not. Absolutely…”