Flower Fiancé Chapter 131

Startled, Ji Yeonwoo jerked his body and pushed against Choi Moohyuk’s crown. But there was no way he could push him away—Choi Moohyuk paid it no mind, pointed his tongue and repeatedly thrust it into the folds.

“Wait, pull, pull it out, ng, Mr. Moohyuk…”

Ji Yeonwoo, clenching his teeth, alternated between gripping and releasing Choi Moohyuk’s hair with trembling hands. Eventually, he had no strength left and could only shiver, then began shaking his head and twisting his waist.

His legs, raised toward the air, kicked and struggled to the point where his toes curled and cramped. Choi Moohyuk firmly held onto the bothersome legs, flicking his tongue inside, then later sucking with wet, squelching sounds.

“Hnn, please, ah!”

Ji Yeonwoo, at a loss and pleading, squeezed his eyes shut and arched his hips up.

Splash.

At the same time, with a short cry, transparent fluid splattered in all directions. Even after splattering onto his flat chest and face, the fluid didn’t stop, trickling out with a sound. Ji Yeonwoo covered his face with one hand and sobbed softly.

“I, hnn, told you to, move away, but, hhuuk…”

Even as his body intermittently jerked from the lingering sensation of release, he desperately covered his face and tried to curl up. He probably thought he had made a mistake.

“Judging by the fact that you know embarrassment, it seems we haven’t even started yet.”

Choi Moohyuk bent down, faced Ji Yeonwoo, and whispered. Ji Yeonwoo, whose nose tip was flushed red from holding back tears, looked at Choi Moohyuk with tear-filled eyes.

Ji Yeonwoo had a trait where his eyes turned red when he cried. It varied from person to person, but in his case, it was said to be because his intraocular pressure rose and heat pooled there.

Choi Moohyuk didn’t like seeing Ji Yeonwoo cry, but when his eyes became this red and teary, he found it especially hard to control his excitement.

“If you look at me with those eyes, you know I can’t hold back, right?”

As he brushed the corner of his eye with his thumb, the wet eyelashes slowly closed. Unable to wait any longer at that sight, Choi Moohyuk descended upon his lips, and Ji Yeonwoo opened his mouth to willingly accept him, wrapping both arms around his neck and shoulders.

Soon, moans filled the bedroom once again.

∞ ∞ ∞

Ji Yeonwoo laboriously lifted his heavy eyelids. His blurred vision swayed up and down. Squinting his eyes closed and then opening them, Ji Yeonwoo realized it still wasn’t over.

Gripping Ji Yeonwoo’s hips as he lay flat, Choi Moohyuk was moving, drenched in sweat.

The squelching sounds were raw. As consciousness returned, the stimulation at the joined area below began to spread throughout his body. Letting out a low moan, Ji Yeonwoo twisted his body and raised a hand to cover his eyes.

“You’re awake?”

Behind the low voice, a hand reached out, gently pressing his cheek to turn it. The sensation touching his lips was warm.

After a brief kiss, the soft tongue parted his teeth and pushed in. At the same time, his thighs, tensed and hardened, pushed under his buttocks and began thrusting up forcefully.

“Hnn, ng, mmph…”

Ji Yeonwoo urgently reached out, wrapping his arms around Choi Moohyuk’s nape and clinging to him. Unswallowed moans escaped between their pressed lips.

Now he could no longer feel the tingling pain either. The sheets on the bed were soaked with an unidentifiable fluid.

It was uncomfortable, but he didn’t have the energy to move even a single finger.

Am I going to die like this?

Without realizing it, he had such thoughts as he half-opened his eyes. Right in front of him was Choi Moohyuk’s sweat-drenched face. Choi Moohyuk, with his brow slightly furrowed and eyes closed, was kissing him frantically.

Letting out a faint moan, Ji Yeonwoo slowly closed his eyes again. His fingertips, which had repeatedly readjusted their grip as they slipped, gradually lost their strength.

He couldn’t gauge how much time had passed. His mind was distant and hazy. It seemed he had passed out.

With his eyes closed, he let his consciousness drift and thought. No strength in his whole body, his lower body hurts so much, when did I fall asleep? As Ji Yeonwoo pulled out each jumbled thought one by one, he involuntarily flinched and opened both eyes.

“…!”

Not much remained in his distant memory. The sound of water in the bathtub, his own shameless whining and clinging, and the moans that filled the bedroom. Staring with wide, flustered eyes at the familiar ceiling, trying to figure out what had happened, Ji Yeonwoo abruptly sat up.

“…Haaat.”

But he couldn’t even get halfway up before letting out a short cry and collapsing back down as if falling. An inexplicable pain starting from his waist made him cry out involuntarily. It wasn’t just his waist. His entire body felt like it was splitting apart.

This was the first time he’d experienced such pain, and as he hesitated in confusion, the arm draped over his chest tightened and pulled him close sideways.

“You won’t be able to get up yet. Lie down more.”

Startled, he turned his head toward the voice. Lying right next to him, Choi Moohyuk murmured while holding him in his arms. His drowsy, husky voice was full of fatigue.

Ji Yeonwoo looked at the sleepy Choi Moohyuk with dazed eyes and began to piece together the situation. If light was coming into the bedroom through the blackout curtains, it meant morning or daytime—had an entire day simply passed? Moreover, the damp sheets had been changed to fresh, crisp ones. He didn’t feel any unpleasant clamminess on his body either.

“Surely, did Mr. Moohyuk take care of everything afterwards?”

Only then did Choi Moohyuk’s eyes, which had been closed all along, slowly open.

“Tsk, that sounds like you don’t remember a thing.”

Struck at the core, Ji Yeonwoo faltered and stammered.

“Ah, no, it’s not that, I remember. I do remember, but not everything…”

“Not everything?”

Seeing Choi Moohyuk’s face now right before his nose, Ji Yeonwoo only moved his lips before flushing red.

“Don’t ask me like that. I’m so embarrassed I want to crawl into a mouse hole.”

“Why, what’s so embarrassing?”

“Just, everything.”

At the end, he made a crying face and covered his face with both hands, and Choi Moohyuk smiled at the sight.

“I’m joking. When your pheromones go into overdrive and you go wild, it’s only natural to be out of it, right.”

“…”

“Hm? Let me see your face.”

Choi Moohyuk came closer and lifted the hands still covering his face. Ji Yeonwoo, red all the way to his ears, was beside himself with embarrassment. Finding him adorable, Choi Moohyuk kissed him and pulled him close into his embrace.

“Then, should I just hold you like this?”

Ji Yeonwoo squirmed and burrowed into his arms, leaning his forehead against Choi Moohyuk’s chest.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“A little, but I don’t want to eat right now.”

“Does anything hurt?”

“Everything hurts. My waist hurts, my arms and legs hurt…”

As he let out a pained groan at the end, the hand that had been stroking his narrow waist wandered between his buttocks as if crossing over a wall.

“And how about here?”

It happened so quickly that he couldn’t even resist—just stared with startled eyes. The hand that had been probing around the folds with its fingers withdrew.

“It’s a little swollen.”

Ji Yeonwoo looked at Choi Moohyuk with resentful eyes.

“No, really, why are you getting more and more sly?”

“If anything, you should say I’m becoming more affectionate.”

Choi Moohyuk flipped over and climbed on top of Ji Yeonwoo. He caught Ji Yeonwoo’s pushing hands, interlaced their fingers, and pressed them into the mattress. Seeing him push back, it seemed his heat cycle had finally passed.

He had expected the heat cycle to last 3 to 4 days, but it ended in just a day and a half. It was a little disappointing, but still, getting to see a new side of Ji Yeonwoo made it even better.

“So this is how we spend Christmas this year?”

“I suppose so. It feels good in a way, but also a little unfair…”

As he pouted and expressed his regret, Choi Moohyuk lowered himself and pressed kisses in turn to his flushed cheeks and eyes.

“Yeonwoo.”

At the low call, Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes widened.

“Hm?”

“So, what I’m saying is…”

Fiddling with their interlaced hands, Choi Moohyuk hesitated.

“…If I said let’s do it one more time, would you say no?”

He whispered, pressing a light kiss to Ji Yeonwoo’s lips, which were swollen red from all the biting and sucking.

“Uh, what?”