My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 21

They say no one can match his stubbornness. Jung Pureum clicked his tongue in awe at Moon Yeonghwa’s tremendous willpower.

Ordinary omegas collapse like candles in the wind the moment their heat cycle hits, but Moon Yeonghwa still had his reason intact.

The hands that kept pushing him away, insisting it wouldn’t work, were irksome. It was also amusing how Moon Yeonghwa kept repeating that this would be a disaster, all while his lower half was faithfully erect. What kind of disaster, exactly? When asked, he couldn’t give a proper answer, which made it even more ridiculous.

When Moon Yeonghwa fumbled and pulled a condom from the nightstand, Jung Pureum’s reason nearly eloped first.

But despite Moon Yeonghwa’s preparedness, the regular condoms sold at convenience stores didn’t fit Jung Pureum’s size.

“Sex without a condom is—”

“Hyung…”

“No, this is really not okay, you know? You must remember this too. A healthy sex life resides in being prepared with proper contraceptive tools.”

Jung Pureum eventually bowed his head and silenced Moon Yeonghwa with his mouth. Though he quite liked Moon Yeonghwa’s chatter, he was the type of person who could talk himself through a heat cycle on his own.

As lips met lips, a gap naturally opened. Moon Yeonghwa’s arms, which had been floundering helplessly between the bed and Jung Pureum, wrapped around Jung Pureum’s neck. A tongue pushed into his mouth.

The first kiss was far less impressive than imagined. It didn’t taste like lemon, and no bells rang in his head. It did taste a bit like toothpaste. More than the taste, the scent was the issue. The pheromones seeping out of Moon Yeonghwa in small trickles soon left Jung Pureum feeling dizzy as well.

A thick tongue rummaged through the narrow mouth. Moon Yeonghwa, who insisted he couldn’t have sex without a condom, went limp from a single artless kiss and only pulled Jung Pureum’s neck tighter.

There was no real resistance even as he was stripped with sucking sounds. If anything, it was Jung Pureum who grew impatient.

How many years had he abstained, with his unrequited love right in front of him? For so long, Moon Yeonghwa had been forbidden fruit to Jung Pureum. Contrary to the saying that you should poke at forbidden fruit, it was so precious that he hadn’t dared to poke at it at all.

Then that fruit became edible and, not only that, rolled right in front of Jung Pureum. Well, you can poke it now, but don’t actually stab it. You’ll bruise it. It was still torture by hope, but at least an opportunity had arisen.

So of course Jung Pureum was desperate. If he missed this chance, it felt like no next time would ever come.

His groping hands were clumsy, and about two shirt buttons popped off. Even as the buttons bounced across the floor, Moon Yeonghwa was too absorbed in the kiss to speak.

He seemed short of breath. After all, there was an insurmountable difference in lung capacity between an ordinary oriental medicine doctor and a swimmer who’d trained through an elite course.

Knowing that, Jung Pureum showed no mercy. He twisted his head to force the kiss, and when Moon Yeonghwa gasped for air, only then did he breathe into him like artificial respiration.

“Ah, huff, ugh…”

By the time the large hand began groping his bare chest, no more protests of refusal escaped his lips. He simply didn’t have the presence of mind for it.

Instead, pained groans and stifled moans blended together. When Moon Yeonghwa kept biting his lower lip, Jung Pureum brought his own hand and pushed it into Moon Yeonghwa’s mouth.

He’d put it there so Moon Yeonghwa would bite his hand instead of his lip. But however Moon Yeonghwa interpreted it, he stuck out his tongue and licked Jung Pureum’s hand. The sensation of the rough tongue against his skin was ticklish.

The hand that had been grazing across the lean chest as if tickling it suddenly stopped. Whether thanks to the alpha pheromones seeping from his fingertips, or thanks to his hard-working reason going on strike, Moon Yeonghwa was now mouthing Jung Pureum’s hand as if sucking on candy.

Jung Pureum’s plan—to consummate their first time by the book, no matter what his hyung said—shattered in that instant.

Unlike the shirt, which he’d let himself be stripped of without fuss, when Jung Pureum tried to take off his pants, there was faint resistance. Even in his delirious state, he seemed reluctant to show his wet lower half.

Only after Jung Pureum undressed first did Moon Yeonghwa, with a displeased expression, pull down his own pants. As he kicked off the fabric dangling at his ankles, his damp thighs came into view.

“You’re really worked up.”

It was surprising that even this aroused, he’d tried to avoid Jung Pureum until the very end. Though not blatantly, Jung Pureum had released some pheromones, yet Moon Yeonghwa resisted to the last.

“Do you want to keep sucking?”

Of course, the resistance had been long, so the reaction was intense. Having suppressed his cycles with herbal medicine for so many years, the alpha before him must look like a feast.

To Jung Pureum, that was actually a good thing. How many years had he desperately wished to be treated as a well-laid table rather than a precious neighbor’s younger brother?

In response to the question of whether he wanted to suck, Moon Yeonghwa nodded. Normally, that would have been unthinkable. He would have been rebuked for learning such vulgar language.

But Moon Yeonghwa brought Jung Pureum’s hand back to his mouth.

“You still prefer my hand, then.”

The sound of lips sucking on skin was starkly vivid. Jung Pureum, who had willingly offered his hand, used it as a pretext to blatantly suck on Moon Yeonghwa’s flat chest. Nothing came out, but every time he nibbled and stimulated the areola with his teeth, Moon Yeonghwa twisted his body with a shudder.

His lean, fleshless belly caved inward. With each stimulus, he seemed to involuntarily clench below. Jung Pureum, who had been tracing the protruding bones and the lower abdomen with one hand, pressed down on his belly with force.

Even though barely anything had been done, Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulders trembled violently. A transparent wet stain appeared on his underwear, suggesting he might have come slightly.

It was astonishing that a light press on the belly could bring him to a mild climax.

With a body this sensitive to pleasure, it was a wonder how he’d managed his heat cycles alone all this time. Seeing a box of condoms in the drawer, he might have called someone else. Even if they lived next door, Jung Pureum couldn’t possibly know everything.

The thought of some unknown alpha bothered him. Hadn’t Nam Jungyoon been the same? Only Moon Yeonghwa didn’t know, but he’d been quite popular back in college…

Jung Pureum felt a little resentful toward Moon Yeonghwa, who had let the “I like you” confession go in one ear and out the other, just because he was wearing a school uniform.

Having gone through dozens of heat cycles, it seemed he’d never once thought of Jung Pureum, and that stung. How many hours had he lingered nearby, hoping to catch Moon Yeonghwa’s eye even once, yet he hadn’t even become an object of interest.

If he’d been an alpha from the start, could he have gotten into bed with him sooner? If he’d been dripping pheromones, Moon Yeonghwa couldn’t have so easily ignored his confession.

“Hyung, you’re pretending not to know on purpose, aren’t you.”

Driven by petty spite, he spoke softly, but the other remained silent.

Instead, the relatively fleshy thighs wrapped around Jung Pureum’s waist. It was a signal to stop stimulating other places and put it in now.

Moon Yeonghwa’s face, which had been focused on sucking his fingers, gazed at Jung Pureum with a slack expression. The wet lips and saliva-moistened fingers were strangely provocative.

When he lifted and flipped the body over, faint resistance followed again. Moon Yeonghwa seemed to have already forgotten that he’d been the one asking for the next step. Even though the fever was making him delirious, he clearly still felt shame.

Perhaps that was Moon Yeonghwa’s true nature. He was the type of person whose pride would float even if he were drowning.

Jung Pureum pulled down the underwear damp with arousal fluid, and parted Moon Yeonghwa’s already sodden inner thighs. Like splitting ripe fruit in half, the arousal fluid dripped down between his buttocks. Whether he was naturally prone to lubrication, the space between his legs was drenched.

“Can I lick it too?”

“Ugh, just… try it…”

It seemed like he’d enjoy it if Jung Pureum buried his nose in and pushed his tongue in to stimulate him. But Moon Yeonghwa expressed his refusal more clearly than when he was being flipped over.

The phrase “Just you try it” was repeated once more, mixed with pained moans. Having been told no twice, Jung Pureum readily gave up on putting his mouth to the entrance.

It wasn’t his only chance this time.

Maybe next time he’d let him lick. Jung Pureum, too, was so overwhelmed by excitement and pleasure that his judgment was compromised.

Even pushing his saliva-moistened hand deep inside instead of his tongue was half driven by instinct. Unlike a man who’d lived his whole life devoted to only Moon Yeonghwa, Jung Pureum skillfully probed the inner walls.

Only two fingers had entered, yet the inside clenched abruptly. Despite the abundant lubrication, the passage was narrow. When he stirred and swirled his fingertips, the pelvis jerked upward with a spasm. Jung Pureum used his weight to press Moon Yeonghwa’s body down and slowly increased the number of fingers.

By the time he pushed in from three to four fingers, Moon Yeonghwa eventually came once. Not just a drip of pre-cum, but a whitish fluid soaked the bed in a mess.

Whether from the aftermath of ejaculation, the inside tightened hard before loosening slightly. The entrance, stretched taut by four thick fingers, mouthed greedily like the mouth that had been sucking his hand.

“Hngh, ah, there…”

“Here?”

“Yeah, ah, ah, aah, that’s good…”

After coming once, his demands became clearer. Pleasure had far outstripped reason. The shoulders that had been trembling violently gave up supporting his own body and collapsed limply onto the bed.

Jung Pureum supported that limp body with his arm. With his face buried in the bed, gasping and moaning, yet pointing out where he wanted it, looked quite endearing. Saying “good” was far more pleasant to hear than repeatedly saying “no.”

When he located the spot that felt good and pressed firmly, the lean body shuddered as if electrocuted. Jung Pureum bowed his head to press kisses along his spine while stimulating the inside a few more times.

The arousal fluid that smeared over his hand as it slid out with wet squelches was profuse.