My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 22

The pheromones, uncontrollably bursting out, mingled with each other. Jung Pureum was already highly aroused from the sandalwood scent that filled the room.

Moon Yeonghwa’s pheromones suited him perfectly. It wasn’t as if he was trying to show off being an oriental medicine doctor, but sandalwood of all things.

Jung Pureum buried his nose in Moon Yeonghwa’s nape and took a deep breath. The joy he’d felt when he first encountered this scent was beyond words. He’d thought he would never be able to smell it, no matter how much he wanted to.

Whether he felt the sensation at his nape, Moon Yeonghwa twisted his body. Not that he could move properly under Jung Pureum’s weight, but he kept squirming like an animal caught in a trap, as if wary of being bitten on the neck.

Even half-lost in ecstasy, his guard was tight. This, too, was simply Moon Yeonghwa’s nature. Jung Pureum hadn’t even intended to bite carelessly, but he soon pulled his head back, his mouth tasting bitter.

Just once, he wanted to bite that neck. It didn’t have to be a mark—he just wanted to leave his trace. But that, too, was beyond what was permitted to him.

Truthfully, even lying together like this could hardly be said to have been permitted. If Jung Pureum hadn’t pushed forward, Moon Yeonghwa would never have ended up like this with him.

“I won’t bite.”

As he whispered as if to reassure him, the body that had been tense finally relaxed. When he said the scent was nice, a denial followed.

Jung Pureum pressed kisses to Moon Yeonghwa’s cheeks and jaw in succession, as if handling something adorable. As the small kisses continued, he spread him open below and rubbed the shaft of his cock against the entrance a couple of times.

The slick arousal fluid served as a substitute for lubricant. Thanks to the fingers that had been probing for a while, penetration went smoothly for a first time.

The entrance, which greedily swallowed the thick glans, stretched taut again.

“Ah, ugh, ah, it hurts…”

Even though he was so wet it shouldn’t hurt, a complaining moan followed, as if whining.

Maybe it really was difficult. If Jung Pureum hadn’t deliberately positioned him face down, Moon Yeonghwa might have come to his senses upon seeing the size of Jung Pureum’s cock and said he couldn’t do it.

Jung Pureum was an overwhelming partner, enough to make the dildo Moon Yeonghwa used alone seem embarrassing. He was from athletics, had a considerable height difference, and was a younger alpha to boot.

Fortunately, however, Moon Yeonghwa hadn’t yet fully registered all of that. Gripping the bedsheet tightly enough to crumple it, Moon Yeonghwa began to sniffle.

“Slo, ugh… ah! Slowly…”

Strength went into the hand gripping his pelvis. Faint handprints remained on the delicate skin. It wasn’t easy to control his strength. If he let his guard down even a little, he felt like he’d thrust all the way in without meaning to.

Sweat dripped down Jung Pureum’s cheeks. Pushing it in to the entrance wasn’t difficult, but what came after was the problem.

The inside, which tightened quickly, didn’t easily yield space unless forced open. Even with just a little penetration, it clenched and gripped his cock tightly.

Moon Yeonghwa, squirming, not only squeezed his shaft but also instinctively swayed his hips.

For a virgin alpha having sex with another person for the first time in his life, it was too much stimulation. The pleasure surging to his head made the inside of his eyes ache sharply. His overly excited body had no time for rational judgment.

“Ugh, hhng…”

He hadn’t meant to hurt him. When he forced the cock in up to halfway, Moon Yeonghwa’s body, unable to bear the weight, kept collapsing downward.

Jung Pureum put a little more strength into the arm supporting his waist, pulling the cock back slightly before thrusting it back in with a solid push.

Moon Yeonghwa’s body was pushed forward by Jung Pureum’s weight. The hand gripping the bedsheet turned white. Even when he pressed kisses to his back as if to soothe him, the tension didn’t ease easily, and pained sounds leaked out continuously.

The arm that had been firmly supporting his waist fumbled and rubbed his lean lower belly. The pained sounds quickly turned into moans. It was clear he especially liked having his belly touched. He seemed to prefer the feeling of something filling his belly rather than just the flat abdomen.

Because of his nervous disposition, he didn’t easily gain weight, and his thin frame clearly showed the outline of the cock buried inside him against his belly. Every time he moved slightly, he could feel it bulge up and then sink back down.

When he pressed on that spot, Moon Yeonghwa shuddered violently. His reactions were so honest that there was no missing what he was feeling.

“This, you like it?”

“No, uh, ah!”

“Really?”

His stubborn refusals came out in broken spurts. Despite saying no, his lower half was again aroused, dripping clear fluid. It was obvious that with just a little more stirring, he’d come again without even having his front touched.

Even during his heat cycle, he was the type to feel pleasure easily with just a little thrusting. They say intelligent people are sensitive to pleasure, and that was exactly the case. Moon Yeonghwa was a man with nothing but a good head on his shoulders.

Jung Pureum bit the underside of his jaw instead of his neck. At that, Moon Yeonghwa squirmed again, telling him not to bite. Then, when he pulled the inserted cock halfway out and thrust it back deep, the refusals vanished and he pressed his hips closer as if asking for more.

It was a mystery how someone so sensitive to pleasure had endured his heat cycles on herbal medicine alone.

Jung Pureum whispered, pleadingly, to let him help from now on too. Without even understanding the meaning of those whispers, Moon Yeonghwa, intoxicated by the cock scratching his ticklish inner walls, merely nodded dazedly.

The one who came first this time was also Moon Yeonghwa. The stimulation to his belly had a big effect. Semen, thinned like water, soaked the sheet. The ruined bedsheet was beyond salvaging even with washing.

Jung Pureum, much younger than Moon Yeonghwa, came a little later. When he stirred the tightly clenched inside a few more times right after ejaculation, the pleasure-limp body quite adeptly gripped his cock.

As if demanding it spit something out, the tender flesh wrapped around the shaft and sucked it in tightly.

If he’d let his guard down even a little, he would have come inside just like that. In a situation where he was going in raw because the condom didn’t fit, that was something he couldn’t allow.

“Just, ah… just, do it inside.”

As if regretting the cock slipping out, Moon Yeonghwa urged the ejaculation first. He was clearly not in his right mind. Jung Pureum wavered for a very brief moment, but for the sake of the future, he firmly drew the line.

He’d be grateful if he could win him over with his body, but he didn’t know how Moon Yeonghwa would change his mind. How could he trust the words of the man who, just moments ago, had insisted that a healthy sex life couldn’t exist without a condom, now telling him to come inside?

“I said it’s fine…”

“No.”

“But I said it’s fine…”

“I’m fine too, but hyung, you’ll definitely regret it later…”

They should avoid overlapping cycles as much as possible. Pushing aside his regret, Jung Pureum pulled his cock out with a long draw.

The lower part that had been holding something overwhelming just moments ago pulsed and gaped, alternating between relaxation and contraction. Between those movements, arousal fluid gushed out in waves.

“You really are so wet.”

He hadn’t meant to shame him, but Moon Yeonghwa buried his face into the bedsheet. Telling him to come inside was fine, but being told he was wet was embarrassing. What a self-centered, selective sense of shame.

After rubbing the slick shaft of his cock between his buttocks a couple of times, Jung Pureum came onto Moon Yeonghwa’s back.

Sliding his hand between his arms and propping him upright, a face full of exhaustion came into view. Having buried his head in the bedsheet for so long, imprints remained on his forehead and cheeks.

Jung Pureum pressed a light kiss onto those marks. At the affectionate kiss, Moon Yeonghwa slowly closed his eyes.

It had ended up like he’d slept with a child, with no room for excuses, but because he’d tumbled with an alpha for the first time, he felt that something always lacking had been filled. His head spun with satisfaction.

It feels like I’ll get addicted… Thinking thoughts he’d never have entertained normally, Moon Yeonghwa leaned his body against Jung Pureum’s broad chest. If he clung to him like this, it seemed his heat cycle would end sooner.

“Tired?”

“Yeah…”

“Should we stop?”

“Uh…”

However, apart from the satisfaction he felt, he had no strength to lift a finger. The hollow feeling deep in his belly was also a problem. With a dominant alpha stuck right next to him, his beastly instincts were desperate to squeeze more of that guy’s semen out of him.

So, to prevent the disaster of climbing back on top of Jung Pureum himself, Moon Yeonghwa chose to lose consciousness.

Even in his fading vision, Jung Pureum was holding Moon Yeonghwa tenderly. As if he were something terribly precious.

When Moon Yeonghwa came to his senses again, he was in the bathroom. His body relaxed languidly in the warm water. He could also feel the solid body wrapped around his back.

“Are you okay?”

A very kind voice. He’d always been a considerate person, but it sounded especially so.

The hands and lips that touched here and there were also as soft as feathers. He didn’t force what he didn’t want, and he didn’t get greedy and thrust his cock in again. It was a gentle attitude, unlike an alpha whose rut cycle was supposedly close to over.

“I was trying to wash you a bit.”

“…”

“Should I stop?”

What would happen if he pushed him away and told him to stop here? The Jung Pureum he knew would genuinely stop. But that wasn’t quite enough.

He didn’t feel like rolling around more on the damp bedsheet. Just thinking about the laundry made him feel like he’d snap back to his senses.

Come to think of it, Jung Pureum had said doing it in the bathroom was fine too.

Moon Yeonghwa slowly leaned his body against Jung Pureum. His heat cycle wasn’t completely over yet.

There were plenty of excuses. That it was his first time with an alpha too so he couldn’t control himself, or that Jung Pureum had been the one to break down the door first.

Anyway, it wasn’t entirely his fault. His foggy, hazy mind finished rationalizing on its own.

“A little…”

“Yeah.”

“Just a little more.”

His period of abstinence had been too long to end it after just once. A brief silence settled in the steam-filled bathroom.

Asking for it following instinct was all well and good, but shame quickly overtook Moon Yeonghwa.

He raised his head to add that it was nonsense, but the hand gripping his chin prevented him from protesting.