Rejected by Daughter’s Second Male Lead Chapter 121

“Goodness…”

Was it a twist of fate? As soon as he returned home after Cecilia’s wedding, he felt the premonitory symptoms of his rut. Come to think of it, it was about time for his periodically recurring rut.

Gillen roughly unbuttoned and threw off his clothes, then informed Brian through the communication device in the bedroom that his rut seemed to be coming. While Gillen went through his rut, only Brian and Navard, who would provide minimal assistance, and the chef to prepare meals, remained at the mansion. The trait-holding servants and the women had to either return to their own homes or stay only in the servants’ quarters, which were far away.

Soon, Navard busily entered the bedroom, left suppressants and water, and went out. Then, he locked the door from the outside with a key. This was a standing duty Gillen assigned to Navard during every rut.

“Your Grace, the Duke, I know it will be difficult, but please endure this rut as well. I will see you in a few days.”

He heard Navard’s voice saying goodbye from outside before fading into the distance.

“Hoo…”

His body was gradually heating up, and his lower abdomen was starting to tingle. His reason was slowly clouding over. Gillen practically ripped off his shirt and took off his trousers. Having changed into just a pair of thin indoor trousers, he tossed the suppressants into his mouth and drank some water.

How long would it last this time? It usually ended in four to five days, but now that he was imprinted on Yuan, he had no idea what would happen.

“Ah…”

From the pile of clothes he had carelessly thrown off, Gillen found and picked up the mana stone containing Yuan’s pheromones. He brought it under his nose and took a deep breath.

“Haaah…”

To his surprise, the dizziness and pain that had been creeping up on him lessened. The heat, however, did not subside; rather, his penis began to swell, growing stiff. Gillen’s body, having smelled the pheromones of his imprinted partner, had begun to react in anticipation of sex.

“Haaah, hoo… No, it’s not like that…” he muttered, pressing down on his groin as if he were sick of it. What in the world was this trait, what were these pheromones, that made him go into heat like an animal every few months. There was no possibility of him having sex with Yuan in the future. Even if they did meet, it would be half a year from now.

“Hk… Haa… Haa…”

Gillen went to the bed and lay down. Then, as if the mana stone were an oxygen mask, he held it to his nose and mouth, continuously inhaling the pheromones within.

Smelling Yuan’s pheromones was like a double-edged sword. It reduced the pain of his body feeling like it would explode, unable to overcome its desire, but conversely, it heightened his sexual sensitivity. His whole body desperately wanted Yuan, and he could think of nothing but Yuan.

He instinctively began to hump the bedding, calling out Yuan’s name.

“Yuan, Yuan… Heuk… ah…”

He was a dominant alpha, and though he had masturbated until he was raw during his ruts, he had never thought of using his rear. But after having sex with Yuan, his asshole now clenched on its own, wanting something to fill it completely.

It was utterly absurd. An alpha whose hole was clenching, having gotten used to sex with Yuan, even though he didn’t produce slick like an omega.

It was then. As if by a lie, Yuan’s pheromones suddenly became much stronger.

“Yuan…?”

As Gillen turned his head with blurry vision, he saw Yuan kneeling beside the bed. He was wearing the same shabby black robe as last time, and his eyes were gleaming in a face that was much thinner than before. And… that beautiful face was contorted in anguish.

“Gillen, is your rut here?”

“Yuan…? Is that really you? Why? For what reason…”

“I came because I have something to tell you… but for now, let’s take care of the rut first, then.”

Yuan threw off his robe. But his clothes were strange. They were stained with dark red blood in several places.

“Yuan, the blood…!”

“It’s not my blood.”

As Yuan took off his clothes, he cast a cleansing spell on himself. Then he summoned some scented oil. Gillen, knowing what that meant, felt his body burn with feverish anticipation.

“I’ll take off your trousers first.”

As he swiftly pulled down the trousers, Gillen, despite being out of his mind from the rut, was so bewildered and incredulous that he kept looking back.

Is this, what, a dream? Did I pass out while enduring the rut and now I’m dreaming? There’s no context. Yeah, it must be a dream. How could something like this happen unless it’s a dream?

Just then, the cold scented oil was trickled down between Gillen’s butt cheeks.

“Aht, heuk…!”

Gillen, who had been looking back, unconsciously buried his head in the bed. Yuan’s fingers skillfully slid along the crack of his ass and into his hole. He pressed firmly on Gillen’s entrance and said.

“Don’t think about anything. Just leave your body to me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan released his pheromones as if pouring them out.

“Haah… Aah!”

Gillen, steeped in ecstasy, accepted Yuan’s pheromones with his entire body. It was a flash of pleasure on a completely different level from simply inhaling what was contained in the mana stone.

Yuan didn’t put his fingers inside the hole right away. He just thoroughly wet the area around the opening with the oil and gently stimulated the perineum, moving on to the scrotum. Every time he did, Gillen’s body would shudder, not knowing what to do with himself.

“Yuan, Yuan!”

“Hearing you call my name makes me feel like I’m going into rut, too.”

Can a rut even start like that? I’ll have to research it later. He couldn’t even properly hear the last words. Gillen was so steeped in immense pleasure and anticipation that he had now become completely convinced this situation was a dream.

While Yuan tantalizingly touched his rear, Gillen kept grinding his front against the bedding. Yuan, noticing that he wanted to come, grabbed Gillen’s cock with his other hand.

“Heok! Y-Yuan!”

“You could have just told me, why are you doing this against the bedding?”

With that, Yuan began to stroke Gillen’s cock. A cry of pleasure burst from Gillen’s lips.

“Ah! Hk, it feels good…!”

“It feels good? Me?”

“Haah, heu, ah!”

“Are you avoiding the question?”

“It’s good… I like it, euk!”

Suddenly, Yuan’s middle finger slid deep into his rear. It didn’t hurt at all, but the foreign sensation after so long made his buttock muscles clench tight with tension.

“There’s no need to be tense. You know I won’t hurt you.”

Besides, even if he were to fuck him right now, he could be healed instantly with healing magic, so Gillen had nothing to worry about when it came to sex with Yuan. The worry was solely Yuan’s.

“Gillen… I’ll forgive you.”

Yuan’s middle finger moved in and out of the hot passage, skillfully avoiding the pleasure point located inside.

“Heo-euk…!”

Crack. A sound came from the hand Gillen was clenching the mana stone with. The mana stone had shattered. Yuan snatched the stone away, threw it to the floor, and immediately healed Gillen’s palm, which had been cut from gripping the stone so tightly.

“Yes? I’ll forgive you. I’ll forgive you for pretending to like me, for trying to keep me away from Cecilia, for lying to me, I’ll forgive it all, so…”

Yuan’s fingers moved in and out of Gillen’s insides with increasing speed. Gillen’s hips trembled. The sensation, felt after so long, made his body uncontrollable.

“Ah, ahk! Ah, Yuan! A little slower!”

“So… just say you’ll accept my forgiveness, okay? Please…”

It was a strange situation where the one offering forgiveness was almost begging for an answer, but neither of them had the luxury to think deeply about it.

Warm drops of water fell onto Gillen’s bare back. Gillen was too out of it to notice, but they were Yuan’s tears. Yuan was crying, his eyes red.

“Is it really just that you grew fond of me? Don’t you love me?”

Yuan pulled his fingers out and, sniffling, took his cock out from his trousers. Then, with both hands, he spread Gillen’s hole wide and crammed his enormous cock inside.

“Eok! Ueuk, keok! Y-Yuan! Heok!”

At the sudden penetration, Gillen gripped the bedsheets. Veins bulged frighteningly on his forearms. Riiip. There was also the sound of the sheet tearing.

“But why did you imprint on me? The book said you have to be in love to imprint. Gillen, Gillen…”

Crying, Yuan pushed his cock all the way into Gillen’s depths in one go.

“Keo-heok!”

Thud. A sound like flesh tearing came from inside. Yuan immediately used healing magic. The pain vanished, and the torn flesh mended, but the pleasure that made his entire body tremble—from the foreign object filling his insides and his prostate being completely crushed—remained.

“Haeu, aah! Ah, ah, Yuan!”

Yuan pressed his chest and stomach flush against Gillen’s back. Then he kissed Gillen’s nape as if to suck on it. He was plastered to him, as if he wanted to trap Gillen between the bed and his own body. Stuck in between, Gillen panted, his body thrashing uncontrollably.

“I can’t last a single day without you, let alone half a year… Fuck, what am I supposed to do…”

Hot tears continued to fall and trickle down Gillen’s nape. By now, even Gillen could tell that Yuan was crying. But he was in a state of being half out of his mind, unable to comfort the man right now.

“I… I like you. I love you.”

Yuan said imploringly, burying his face in Gillen’s nape.