My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 44

Moon Yeonghwa began to moan in pain while still unconscious.

It seemed he had endured well, even bleeding from the nose, until Jung Pureum arrived, but this time too, he ended up getting hit head-on with Alpha pheromones that didn’t mix well with the herbal medicine he frequently took to suppress heat cycles.

A Western doctor would be horrified to see his current condition. Moon Yeonghwa would just say something about yin-yang and the five elements and stick acupuncture needles in himself, but a Western doctor would immediately recommend hospitalization.

His slightly curved shoulders trembled. The building was warm with proper climate control, but Moon Yeonghwa was sweating cold sweat like someone freezing.

Moreover, a faint sandalwood scent was leaking out, as if he couldn’t control his pheromones.

Mixed with the herbal medicine smell, it felt more like a body scent than pheromones, but Jung Pureum, accustomed to often smelling Moon Yeonghwa’s pheromones, quickly recognized what this sign meant.

It wasn’t his regular cycle—a heat cycle had been forcibly induced. Probably from being drenched in Kim Yongha’s Alpha pheromones. Jung Pureum tightened his arms around Moon Yeonghwa.

If he’d known this would happen, he wouldn’t have so readily complied when Moon Yeonghwa conspicuously demanded his school schedule. He’d been pleased by Moon Yeonghwa’s interest in him, but he hadn’t expected such a reckless infiltration so quickly.

They’d lived next door for eight years, yet Moon Yeonghwa was still unpredictable. Just when he thought he understood him a little, he’d keep bouncing off in strange directions.

Passing out somewhere, collapsing… not even saying when he’s in pain, and stubbornly gritting his teeth and charging in to fight on his own.

Putting it nicely, he was tenacious; putting it badly, he was out of his mind. Liking such a strange person was the same as saying that even ninety hearts wouldn’t be enough to survive.

Jung Pureum imagined the possibilities. What if he’d had training today and hadn’t checked Kim Yongha’s call?

If lucky, Moon Yeonghwa would have subdued Kim Yongha. Moon Yeonghwa already had a track record of taking down neighborhood Alphas with his long needles. Later he’d get caught up in a violent incident, but that wouldn’t be the worst-case scenario.

The problem was if Kim Yongha hadn’t been subdued. There’s no way someone like Kim Yongha would leave alone a heat-cycle omega who’d lost reason from direct Alpha pheromone exposure.

Just imagining it made him sick. Moon Yeonghwa would insist such a thing could never happen, but in Jung Pureum’s view, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Unfortunately, Moon Yeonghwa was weak. There’s no way an ordinary person could beat an athlete with just malice and grit. Unless he had a weapon in hand.

Moon Yeonghwa, who got subdued by Jung Saebom in under a minute, would have a hard time beating Kim Yongha. Long needles are medical tools, not weapons.

“Ugh, Pureum…”

Whether he’d regained some consciousness, Moon Yeonghwa twisted in Jung Pureum’s arms. Wriggling because the position was uncomfortable, Jung Pureum almost dropped him.

“Hyung.”

“My head hurts so much.”

“I told you not to come to school.”

“…”

“I clearly said it was dangerous. You never listen to me, hyung.”

Feverish, Moon Yeonghwa quietly listened to Jung Pureum’s words. Normally he’d have exploded, saying something like “You ungrateful bastard, not knowing the grace that raised you,” so this was quite unusual.

But Jung Pureum wasn’t happy that Moon Yeonghwa was quiet. Him keeping his mouth shut was a sign that his condition was that bad.

He’d already been shocked enough seeing him bleeding from the nose. Even though it was a sight he’d periodically witnessed while living next door, the shock was extraordinary. Seeing blood from studying and seeing blood from being soaked in someone else’s pheromones were different matters.

Moon Yeonghwa still had Kim Yongha’s pheromones clinging to him. It couldn’t be helped since he’d taken a direct pheromone shower.

Jung Pureum considered just socially burying Kim Yongha. Senior or not, he felt like burying him in some remote mountain. If not for his career and Moon Yeonghwa, he might have actually done it.

“Pureum.”

Unaware of what Jung Pureum was thinking, Moon Yeonghwa reached out toward him.

A feverish hand touched his cheek. The hand that usually suffered from cold extremities and was ice-cold was now burning hot like it had been scalded.

“You, really…”

“…”

“You really look delicious…”

“…”

“…”

Jung Pureum just gave up on thinking. Understanding Moon Yeonghwa? That might only be possible in his next life.

After making everyone so worried, the words that came out were… you look delicious? He was beyond dumbfounded—he felt like he was losing his mind.

Moon Yeonghwa was always like this. Giving him Gongjindan and turning him into an Alpha in an instant, saying fluttering words that made him hope for no reason, then pretending not to know anything and subtly pulling away.

And yet his awareness was terribly lacking—even when Jung Pureum lingered around trying to give him a hint, there was no sign of realization. How someone like that could have been top of his class throughout medical school was the unsolved mystery of the Jung siblings.

“Do you want to eat me?”

“Yeah…”

“Even here, at school?”

“Uh-huh? Then I guess not.”

And even in his delirious state, he occasionally regained reason like this. What a difficult person. Jung Pureum let out a small sigh.

No matter how you looked at it, this was Moon Yeonghwa’s fault. Jung Pureum at fault: 0, Moon Yeonghwa at fault: 100. Even if a professional inspected the black box, only Moon Yeonghwa would have to pay the insurance claim.

Jung Pureum walked toward an empty lecture hall. In the physical education department, where there were almost no theory classes, there were only a few lecture halls. Thanks to that, there weren’t many students passing by either.

“What’s the problem? You said I look delicious.”

“No, we need to go home.”

“Why? I, who looks delicious, am going to let you devour me entirely.”

“…Really?”

“Really.”

Moon Yeonghwa seemed to be seriously considering words he’d normally dismiss as nonsense. Before he could finish his deliberation, Jung Pureum kicked open the door of the empty lecture hall.

Living life, a day comes when you have sex with your hyung in a lecture hall.

Good students shouldn’t imitate this.

His back hit the hard, integrated desk. A moan naturally escaped Moon Yeonghwa’s lips.

“I really hate this desk.”

“Because it’s hard?”

“The main culprit of lumbar disc problems.”

Grumbling, Moon Yeonghwa half-raised his upper body and reached out to wrap his arms around Jung Pureum’s neck. Even in this affectionate embrace, Jung Pureum was busy unbuttoning Moon Yeonghwa’s shirt.

“Why are about eight out of ten of hyung’s casual clothes shirts?”

“That’s what adults wear…”

“Is that so? Cute.”

“What are you saying.”

Strange conversation went back and forth before it couldn’t continue and their lips met.

Jung Pureum lowered his head and lightly bit Moon Yeonghwa’s grinning lips. As he bit the slightly swollen lower lip and pushed his tongue into the gap, the arms wrapped around his neck tightened a little more.

Unlike before, Moon Yeonghwa didn’t push Jung Pureum away roughly. A huge improvement. Jung Pureum glanced sideways at Moon Yeonghwa, who was clinging to him and intertwining their tongues together.

There was a high probability that Moon Yeonghwa wasn’t in his right mind right now. He’d probably been half out of his mind ever since he attacked Kim Yongha with the long needle. Though he was a person whose mental fortitude was his asset, it wasn’t easy to make sound judgments while drenched in pheromones.

Strictly speaking, Jung Pureum was currently luring his slightly-crazed unrequited love into an empty lecture hall, on the verge of devouring him. This was also something good students shouldn’t do.

Fortunately, Jung Pureum wasn’t that good of a student. He was the kind of bad student who frequently got into fistfights with university seniors and threatened others when necessary.

Saliva dripped between their lips as their tongues intertwined. Wet sounds echoed through the empty lecture hall. Though he’d locked the door upon entering, even a slightly loud noise would clearly leak outside.

It was late evening, and most students had already gone home. But school wasn’t like home—it wasn’t a space for just the two of them. Anyone could suddenly barge in at any time. But that very fact strangely heightened the excitement.

“…I never did this kind of thing even when I was in college.”

“You said you were popular.”

“Not really, ah—”

When his neck was bitten, a pained sound escaped Moon Yeonghwa.

Since letting out a loud moan might get them caught, Jung Pureum pushed his fingers into Moon Yeonghwa’s mouth. Moon Yeonghwa, made to bite and suck on two thick-knuckled fingers, grunted.

A long hickey was left on his neck. Every time Jung Pureum extended his tongue to lick and suck on it, Moon Yeonghwa’s back stiffened. As if afraid he might accidentally get imprinted.

Imprinting is usually done with consent, but forced cases aren’t uncommon. Even knowing Jung Pureum wouldn’t do that, Moon Yeonghwa bared his teeth and bit his hand whenever he nibbled.

Excited breath escaped through lips spread open to suck his fingers. Jung Pureum, placing his other hand on the exposed chest, pushed Moon Yeonghwa back down. Laid on the hard desk, Moon Yeonghwa bit down on his knuckles with gritted teeth.

Wet lips also touched his chest and stomach. Exposed to the cold air, every time he sucked on the stiff nipples, it was plain to see that his lower body was getting wet.

Even amidst this, feeling some shame, Moon Yeonghwa kept mumbling for him not to look. With his fingers in his mouth, it was almost unintelligible.

Jung Pureum’s hand, drenched with saliva, pulled out of Moon Yeonghwa’s mouth and delved downward as it was. His underwear was already damp with leaked fluids. When he pulled the waistband aside, his already aroused lower part was visibly throbbing.

“Ah, huff… we, keep, doing this, it’s not, right…”

“You said I look delicious. Is there any reason not to?”

“If so, hng, ah…”

Jung Pureum pushed his fingers into the already opened, dripping inside, thinking: what’s not right? To repeat, this was an accident with 100% of the fault on Moon Yeonghwa.