Salt Society Chapter 35

Curses tumbled out. Kihyun resisted even more violently. Cho Yeonoh, who had licked that mysterious essence as if it were nothing, slapped Kihyun’s buttocks with a wet hand and then began to knead them firmly.

Kihyun’s neck flushed deep red. Shame? Could something like this be called shame? It felt as if the back of his head were burning up, and his chest felt cold with fury, yet no words would come out. This sort of emotion was something So Kihyun was experiencing for the first time in his life, having lived as a Beta male.

Cho Yeonoh soon pressed down hard on Kihyun’s back. As if to ensure he could never stand up again. Kihyun’s cheek was pressed against the console. Kihyun blinked at the cold sensation against his skin.

“Our Kihyun doesn’t produce things like this.”

“…”

“But then again, you aren’t So Kihyun.”

Abruptly, his pants were pulled down. The waistband of the boxer briefs Kihyun had been wearing was caught around his mid-thighs, tightening around his legs. Something continued to trickle down his inner thighs. Kihyun could do nothing but blink his eyes repeatedly in disbelief.

Cho Yeonoh chuckled and rubbed the area near Kihyun’s sacrum with his thumb.

“Having dimples here is just like our Kihyun, too.”

“…”

“You smell good, too.”

Kihyun was so appalled that he actually let out a laugh. Whether it was the sound of him exhaling a sharp breath or not, the hand that had been ruthlessly kneading his buttocks reached forward and gripped Kihyun’s chin. From that hand, which was wet with the substance that had come from Kihyun, wafted a heavy scent of vanilla and rum. He had no choice but to squeeze his eyes shut and open them again at the dizziness.

Cho Yeonoh looked at that desperate face and muttered.

“What is this. You don’t smile much either?”

“…”

“You at least should smile. We’re about to do something good.”

He didn’t want to ask what that was. Kihyun knew the word ‘bleak’, but this was the first time he had experienced that word being driven so deep into his sternum. Bleak. It was a shock as if every vowel and consonant of the word had been separated and someone was placing a chisel against Kihyun’s chest and pounding it in with a hammer.

Cho Yeonoh’s hand brushed between his glutes. The tip of a blunt thumb pressed down on a place he didn’t even want to mention. Cho Yeonoh laughed. Forgetting the situation, he stared blankly at that laughter.

You used to smile so well. Even when looking at me… Yeonoh. At some point, laughter stopped coming easily to me. Surely I am the one who gained more from this relationship. Perhaps my conscience is pricking me, but it isn’t even funny.

Random thoughts flashed by. Kihyun closed his eyes against the dizziness. His wrist was pulled. The next place would be on the bed. Kihyun realized this even without experience.

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“Ah, ah, no… please…”

“You really are just like our Kihyun.”

Cho Yeonoh kept saying those words. Even when his genitals brushed against him down there, and even when he bit and sucked on his nipples before rubbing his glans against them, saying it was cute how they stood up. It was the same when he grabbed his hair to lift his head, telling Kihyun to look straight at him, and even when he buried his nose against his perineum and sniffed, saying it was all wet like fruit sprinkled with sugar.

“Stop it, stop it, you son of a bitch…!”

“See, even the foul mouth. He’s like that too. Usually, they aren’t this vivid.”

Even when Kihyun kicked Cho Yeonoh’s chest with his good foot, and even when he grabbed his ankle as if it were nothing and rubbed his genitals against the hollow space next to the Achilles tendon. Even in the midst of that, the way he was careful as if he didn’t want to touch Kihyun’s injured ankle made his chest ache so much he could barely breathe.

The genitals rubbing against Kihyun’s ankle were filled with heat. Despite being larger and thicker than his own and having a hideous quality with veins bulging out, the sensation of them rubbing against his ankle was soft, and that made it unbearable… He hated that he couldn’t distinguish whether he liked it or hated it.

“Ah, fuck, it feels so damn good, do you feel it too?”

Passion dripped from the voice asking that question. Because Kihyun had never imagined Cho Yeonoh would make such a voice, the sound alone made his perineum feel heavy.

Every time he performed the act of rubbing as if thrusting his waist against the ankle, rubbing the glans against the ankle bone and firmly shaking the shaft against the Achilles tendon, Cho Yeonoh tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue, repeatedly licking his lower lip.

Since seeing him like that was a first, Kihyun felt like he was going crazy. It was hot, as if an unquenchable ember was constantly lurking somewhere. But Cho Yeonoh spoke as if Kihyun’s condition didn’t matter.

“Then this means this is all a dream, right?”

At those words, Kihyun’s resistance stopped.

“…What?”

“Isn’t it? How could our Kihyun get wet here and even give off such a lewd smell.”

Cho Yeonoh reached out and rubbed his thumb deeply against Kihyun’s perineum, as if probing a toy. He wiped the slick, stretched-out fluid onto Kihyun’s thigh and chuckled as he watched the narrow, transparent trail form.

Kihyun could only gape his mouth. His body was incredibly heavy. It just kept feeling hot and itchy. The strength to push Cho Yeonoh away and flee did not return.

In front of his prey, who couldn’t even run away because of a twisted ankle, Cho Yeonoh laughed. Holding him so fiercely it would leave fingerprints, as if he wanted to break the other ankle too, and moving his waist without reservation just as he had when rubbing his genitals—rudely, without any anguish for the other person, without consideration—as if the Cho Yeonoh So Kihyun knew had been taken off and set aside neatly along with his clothes when he entered this bedroom, and in a tone that suggested the man he loved had no interest in anything other than rubbing his genitals against your ankle.

Yes, he spoke in exactly that kind of tone.

“It’s fine because it’s a dream. Shoving it deep inside you, and cumming a lot inside there. Because this is a dream.”

“…”

“Because you aren’t So Kihyun.”

What did those words mean?

That he wouldn’t have let such a thing happen to So Kihyun? Or was it that So Kihyun couldn’t even exist on this bed?

Kihyun tried to keep thinking about which side was more fucked up for him. However, his longtime lover knew So Kihyun all too well, even in a moment like this.

“So stop thinking and let’s do something else. I’ve wanted to suck on your juices since a while ago. I’m curious what it tastes like.”

“…”

Cho Yeonoh grabbed both of Kihyun’s ankles and yanked them wide apart. The fact that his erect genitals swung with the recoil didn’t even count as a humiliation. Cho Yeonoh blew air against the space between Kihyun’s legs. The air hit the area slick with arousal, making it feel cold.

“I’m saying let’s have a good dream.”

“…”

Kihyun did not answer. Because he didn’t know whose good dream it was supposed to be.

However, even if he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, the sensations did not disappear. Cho Yeonoh suddenly reached out and squeezed So Kihyun’s member.

“Gasp!”

The shock made his abdominal muscles feel like they were shriveling up. Kihyun blinked his large eyes. Even with his eyes open, it didn’t feel like he could see. He simply trembled all over at the feeling of a thumbprint sliding over the ridge of the glans and then obsessively rubbing the urethral opening. Since it was the first time someone had held his genitals, it was difficult to endure the sensation.

“The reaction is interesting. I wonder if Kihyun would be like this too?”

He could never say, even if he died, that the Kihyun you are constantly looking for is me. Even while dizzy, he thought that the current Cho Yeonoh was somehow strange. Whether he was drunk or not, his mind didn’t seem sane. However, Kihyun knew Cho Yeonoh’s drinking habits as if he could paint them. Since it was never like this, he couldn’t help but be confused.

Furthermore, there were more strange points. He couldn’t shake the thought that the thick air and the scent clinging to his skin ever since the guy entered the room might be the pheromones of an Alpha, something So Kihyun might have never known in his entire life.

But how?

So Kihyun was born a Beta and grew up a Beta. Although there are cases where one manifests from a Beta into an Alpha or Omega during their growth period, it was hard to imagine that an adult—a thirty-year-old like himself—was only now manifesting as something other than a Beta.

Then what on earth was the thing wetting his backside? He squeezed his eyelids shut against the dizziness. But soon, even that small action came back as a regret. He had closed his eyes because the situation was hard to endure, but it only made the sensations storming his genitals more vivid. Cho Yeonoh was still touching his genitals. It was an obsessive touch.

Cho Yeonoh would occasionally lower his head and stare intently at Kihyun’s member. His gaze clung to the genitals like a tongue. He tried to reach out and push the guy’s forehead away, but it wasn’t easy.

As all his attempts ended in vain, Cho Yeonoh chuckled, with his lips so close they almost touched Kihyun’s genitals, as if mocking that failure.

“Ah, it grew into this shape. It grew up handsome. Right?”

He couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Cho Yeonoh, saying his genitals were handsome. Kihyun’s nerves were completely burnt away by that one sentence alone. He frowned and tried to push away the guy’s hand that was gripping his genitals, but it wasn’t easy.

“…Let go of this, you son of a bitch.”

“Even the voice is identical, it’s amazing.”

It was still a reaction where he couldn’t tell what was what. Cho Yeonoh chuckled and began to slowly stroke the hand that was holding Kihyun’s genitals.

“Ah…!”