Salt Society Chapter 81

“…”

“…”

Kihyun’s breath brushed against my cheek and earlobe. It was a sensation so stimulating that my genitals felt numb. Cho Yeonoh reignited the pheromones he had been slowly releasing.

I could feel the dominant Alpha pheromones emanating from me pouring directly onto Kihyun.

“Ha, fuck…”

Something that could have been a curse or a moan of desire escaped from between my lips. Kihyun’s scent was crazily good. It had a slightly stinging sweet smell that was like the fragrance of vanilla flowers, and also like the scent of long-aged rum. It was so strangely familiar that it was puzzling.

“…Even your scent is just like you…”

I was short of breath the entire time I was muttering. Water was dripping from the urethral opening. Seeing it plop down onto Kihyun’s forearm, I almost ejaculated. Cho Yeonoh impulsively pressed his lips against Kihyun’s cheek. The corners of his mouth trembled. The sensation of his lips touching the cheek, which was even softer than he had imagined, was vivid.

“Heugh—! Ah, fuck… Ugh—!”

He almost ejaculated right then and there, and at the moment he straightened his upper body while hurriedly blocking his urethral opening, Cho Yeonoh immediately covered his mouth. It was because he felt a severe wave of nausea.

In the end, unable to hold it in any longer, he went into the cramped bathroom that suited this cramped corner of a house and gripped the sink. Since he had drunk nothing but water the whole way down, only liquid came out. After retching a few times, Cho Yeonoh lifted his head with hollow eyes and met his own gaze in the mirror.

“…Dumbass.”

Without hesitation, he ridiculed the man in the mirror. After washing his hands, he stepped out of the bathroom again. His erection had died down.

Cho Yeonoh released his pheromones once more. On the bed where the delicious Omega was sleeping, there was the scent of syrup simmered in rum. Saliva pooled under his tongue and in his genitals.

Cho Yeonoh gripped his genitals again. To perform a pheromone shower, the Alpha’s sexual arousal was the most important thing. This time, too, he impulsively tried to bury his face in So Kihyun’s nape and sniff, but then he pulled his head away. He simply stroked his genitals while scanning over the sleeping face with his eyes.

Imagining himself cumming over the pure white vanilla flowers. Kihyun was still sleeping peacefully.

Cho Yeonoh’s behavior repeated several times. Stroking his genitals while looking at Kihyun’s face, impulsively kissing the back of his hand, or rubbing Kihyun’s lips with a finger stained with semen, and then having to run to the bathroom again because he couldn’t stand the nausea.

The dawn passed amid lust that had been barely whipped into submission and endless self-loathing. It was the first pheromone shower the Omega So Kihyun had received.

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Ridiculously, I woke up because my body felt so comfortable. Kihyun, blinking both eyes with a clear mind, could tell it was still early morning as the surroundings were dark.

“…What the.”

Even though his throat was completely parched, a sense of stability that he hadn’t obtained during his time down here was pooled in the bed. Until now, he had thought he was just tired, but as the symptoms of his head feeling heavy and dizzy completely vanished, he realized his body hadn’t been in good shape.

A languid sigh escaped. It was because he wasn’t fully awake yet. Then, he was finally able to perceive that something wrapping around his waist was rather heavy. Wondering what it was, he felt it with his hand, and reflexively, a sigh surged up. It was Cho Yeonoh’s arm.

Only then did the events of yesterday begin to slowly come back to him. Even what Cho Yeonoh had said to him in the emergency room. He was about to sigh once more when he felt the arm draped over him tighten and pull his waist close.

“…Sleep a bit more.”

A solid chest pressed against his back. Every time he spoke, a faint vibration could be felt from where they touched. Only then did Kihyun realize that neither he nor Cho Yeonoh was wearing a single T-shirt.

Flabbergasted, he reached down to feel below and found it a relief that he was wearing underwear. Kihyun closed his eyes tight and said with a sigh mixed in.

“What do you think you’re doing.”

“…”

Yeonoh did not answer. When no answer came even after waiting a long time, he tried to turn around, but he couldn’t because the arm pressing down on his waist suddenly became firm. The sensation of bare skin touching was bewildering.

“Let’s sleep just a bit more. I couldn’t even sleep 2 hours a day.”

His tone of voice was as if they were sharing words between people who had lived like this all along. As if he and I were actually something. He was about to ask what that had to do with him, but then he shut his mouth. It was because he had seen Cho Yeonoh suffering from insomnia for too long.

Come to think of it, when did that guy’s insomnia start…? Kihyun tried to rake through his memories, but nothing in particular came to mind.

He had been confident that he had a fairly large build himself, but it was fascinating how he fit perfectly into the guy’s arms without any part sticking out. Even so, it didn’t mean he was getting used to the bare skin touching. Just as he was about to suggest they at least put some clothes on to sleep, he heard Yeonoh’s even breathing from behind his back.

“…”

He blinked his two eyes blankly. The guy seemed to have fallen back asleep while pressing his forehead against Kihyun’s nape and holding him tight. Thanks to Yang Jisu, who had installed an air conditioner saying the room would be hot the day after he moved down, the temperature in the room was slightly cool. Having no choice, he pulled over the thin summer quilt and covered the guy and himself.

“…Go back to Seoul when you wake up.”

“…”

Cho Yeonoh, still breathing evenly, gave no answer. Even if he were awake, he wouldn’t have answered easily. While thinking about Cho Yeonoh’s persistent personality, Kihyun’s eyes grew heavy without him realizing it.

In the air, the scent of a somewhat familiar flowering tree was drifting. He liked that it wasn’t heavy and was just refreshing. Kihyun fell back asleep, not knowing that the scent was soaking into his skin.

Perhaps dawn had not yet arrived, as it was still dark outside the window. It was a darkness sufficient for the two men on the bed to sleep straight through until morning.

He thought he was wandering through the darkness like that, but then there was a clattering sound. Only then did Kihyun shield his face, frowning at the bright light. It felt like he had just fallen asleep, but when he woke up, it was a sunny morning.

Despite being fully awake, his mind was dazed, so he was staying there with his eyes closed. When he heard the sound of a dish being set down again, he couldn’t help but wake up in surprise. A familiar voice poured nagging at Kihyun, who had a bedhead.

“You’re a guy who learned kinesiology, yet you jump right up as soon as you wake up?”

“…”

Kihyun looked toward the kitchen without a word. Since it was a one-and-a-half-room, there was a middle door attached between the kitchen and the room. Cho Yeonoh, who looked like he might be slightly larger than that doorframe, was making something while hunching his waist over.

His upper body was still bare, but he was loosely wearing an apron, perhaps because oil was splattering. He was wearing homewear pants—where he got them from, they weren’t Kihyun’s—and the sight of him having tossed off his shirt and only wearing an apron was quite a spectacle. Even back in high school, he used to cook ramen at Kihyun’s house in that same bizarre state.

Kihyun started to say something but kept his mouth shut. It was because he didn’t know what to ask first. Then, he soon realized that the smell wafting from the kitchen was familiar. It was beef radish soup.

“…What are you doing.”

“Radish soup.”

He asked because he was dumbfounded, but the answer that came back was the name of the breakfast menu. Kihyun asked again with a frown.

“I’m asking why you haven’t gone and are still there.”

Cho Yeonoh answered nonchalantly while holding a spatula covered in oil.

“I’m going to live here?”

“What?”

His mouth fell open of its own accord in disbelief. Why are you living here? Who said you could live here? Just how did you find out about this place and come here? All the questions pooled inside Kihyun’s mouth and collided with each other until finally one popped out.

“…You, why do you torment me like this.”

At those words, the movements of Cho Yeonoh, who had been gently flipping an egg roll, suddenly stopped. He didn’t answer and moved the spatula again, but when the egg roll, which hadn’t firmed up yet, quickly snapped in half, he threw the spatula into the sink. A sharp clang filled the space between the two.

“Who’s tormenting who?”

“You’re asking because you don’t know?”

Cho Yeonoh spat out the words with an expression as if he were barely suppressing his anger, with veins even popping out on his forehead. Kihyun responded with a similarly expressionless face. He could tell by the feeling that what was surging and being felt was the Alpha’s pheromones.

Kihyun didn’t realize the fact that his body, which was touched by them, was feeling relieved. It was because he was currently in a state of being extremely pissed off.

“Yeah. I don’t know a goddamn thing. Tell me. Who tormented who.”

“You did, to me.”

At that answer, Cho Yeonoh let out a hollow laugh, spun around, went back in front of the gas stove, turned off the fire, and set the egg roll that had been in the frying pan down on a plate. His chest heaved as if he were holding back his anger. However, perhaps having failed to calm the boiling rage within, he gripped the handle of the empty frying pan tightly and began to strike the sink.

Clang, cla-ang—. A sound much louder than when he threw the spatula rang through the room. Kihyun did not let up his expressionless face. It wasn’t like he had only dealt with Cho Yeonoh’s fits of madness once or twice before.