My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 45

Even while his lower body was being opened up, Moon Yeonghwa was busy groping Jung Pureum’s chest. It was close to finding a way to cope—if he didn’t divert his mind elsewhere, he felt like he’d make strange noises.

With trembling hands, he felt all over Jung Pureum’s body. Jung Pureum didn’t stop Moon Yeonghwa, who was kneading his body like clay. For his part, he was just glad that at least this part pleased Moon Yeonghwa.

It seemed like he passed on the external factors, so why couldn’t things progress beyond that?

When he bent his knuckles and stirred the soft inside, the narrow passage slowly opened. The fact that his lower body naturally got wet was quite convenient. Thanks to the lubrication, even without artificial lubricant, there was no difficulty in gradually increasing the number of fingers to stretch the inside.

When he spread his fingers slightly apart like scissors, a pained sound immediately followed. The inside of his thighs twitched finely. His heat cycle hadn’t even fully started yet, but seeing it again, he had a sensitive body.

“Now, ugh, just put it in.”

His lack of patience was also unchanged.

Jung Pureum found Moon Yeonghwa’s lips—the same lips that had been chattering just moments ago about how they shouldn’t be doing this—and kissed him.

As he annoyingly kept making kissing sounds and continued his handiwork, Moon Yeonghwa’s face contorted nicely. He even bared his teeth and bit the other’s chest.

He’d fidget impatiently, then when he realized the place he was lying on was a desk, not a bed, he’d quickly settle down. Jung Pureum smiled inwardly and slowly pulled out the hand that had been poking inside.

Lubrication clung to every knuckle. Having roughed up two wet spots, his fingertips were wrinkled enough that fingerprints were barely visible.

“Hyung, look at this. You’re soaking wet.”

Moon Yeonghwa bared his teeth and bit Jung Pureum again. As he thrashed about telling him not to show such things, he nearly fell off, but Jung Pureum caught him steadily.

The integrated desk wasn’t just bad for lumbar discs. Since it wasn’t made for that purpose, it was naturally unsuitable as a place for sex either.

Jung Pureum, easily lifting the much lighter partner, grabbed Moon Yeonghwa’s flailing calves and wrapped them around his own waist.

When he guided the flailing arms toward his neck, the two arms naturally wrapped around him. Jung Pureum supported Moon Yeonghwa’s waist as is, then slowly inserted.

The opened entrance greedily swallowed the glans. Whether his constant demands to just put it in had been a bluff or not, Moon Yeonghwa’s body jerked a couple of times to swallow even a little more of the shaft.

“Huff, haah…”

The moan contained satisfaction. At this point, Jung Pureum began to suspect that just going at it physically might be the most promising approach.

“I feel a bit wronged…”

“What, ugh, hey… move it already, ah!”

“You only meet me for my body, hyung?”

“Hng, ah! Ah, wait, that, wha, huff…”

The words couldn’t continue and kept breaking off.

After asking the strange question of whether he only met him for his body, Jung Pureum focused on thrusting upward with an attitude of “the answer is already decided and you don’t need to reply.”

Whenever he thrust his shaft with the strength of his thighs, the still-narrow inside was forcibly stretched, barely managing to swallow his genitals. The added weight made it go deeper.

The strength kept leaving the arms wrapped around Jung Pureum’s neck. Moon Yeonghwa suddenly got scared. Jung Pureum wouldn’t drop him, but Moon Yeonghwa himself was likely to fall on his own.

Even in his hazy mind clouded by pleasure, thoughts like “social dignity” and “this is a university” remained intact. Though it wasn’t his place to say such things while having sex in someone else’s university lecture hall, Moon Yeonghwa had his own sense of shame.

When he bared his teeth and bit Jung Pureum’s shoulder, he heard a small laugh. Then a gentle voice telling him not to worry because he wouldn’t drop him lingered by his ear. But with his legs dangling in the air, anxiety was unavoidable.

The strength left Moon Yeonghwa’s thighs and shoulders, trembling. Jung Pureum firmly supported his quivering body with one arm. The deeper he thrust, the more the insertion deepened.

“Hng, huff…”

“If you keep making noise, we’ll get caught.”

What are we doing in a public place? Whenever Moon Yeonghwa had such thoughts, as if telling him not to think of anything else, the shaft buried inside gently rubbed against the right spots. When it felt a bit ticklish, it thrust upward roughly, scraping the tender inside.

His consciousness kept fading.

Moon Yeonghwa panted, clinging to Jung Pureum as if he were a lifeline. He didn’t care who saw—he wanted to be thrust into a little more.

“You’re enjoying this so much…”

As the strength left his arms, his body slowly slid downward. Then, pressed by his weight, the genitals that hadn’t fully entered plunged deep inside. With the burning sensation in his lower abdomen and the feeling of all the inner flesh being pressed, Moon Yeonghwa’s vision kept flickering.

The pleasure was so great it felt like pain. It felt as though moans and cries were suppressed and building up below his chest. Every time even his legs lost strength, Jung Pureum supported Moon Yeonghwa and slowly moved his body.

It wasn’t fast or rough thrusting, but the position made it go too deep. Moon Yeonghwa lowered his head to check his own body. Through his shirt, a faint outline seemed to appear on his thin stomach.

Is this even possible?

A bit of physiological tears leaked out. While the overwhelming pleasure was frightening, Jung Pureum’s pheromones were refreshing and sweet.

“Ah, this, ugh, good…”

What Moon Yeonghwa meant by “this” was Jung Pureum’s pheromones. Every time he buried his face in Jung Pureum’s shoulder and breathed slowly, he felt stable.

But the problem was Jung Pureum. Jung Pureum interpreted Moon Yeonghwa’s “this” differently. Did he mean he liked being held and thrust into? A classic case of communication failure.

When Jung Pureum slowly walked while still inserted, the limp Moon Yeonghwa desperately clung to him. Unlike when Jung Pureum moved, the shaft that dug deep with each step had no intention behind it, so it kept poking places that shouldn’t be poked.

“Ah, wait, this… hwah, ah!”

Untamed sounds spilled out. Jung Pureum lowered his head again and kissed him to muffle the moans.

He could now lean his back against the wall, but the situation got worse. Because of the shaft that stirred even places that shouldn’t normally be reached, his body kept losing strength.

Thanks to the position, the front kept rubbing against Jung Pureum’s thick body and began leaking clear fluid. Not just the stimulation from friction, but also the sensation of being scraped inside made the contact areas drenched, as if he’d made a mistake.

“Do you like this position?”

“Ugh, ah, no, not this…”

If you’re going to ask something, give me at least a minute to answer. Every time Moon Yeonghwa tried to say something, his words were blocked by moans.

He hadn’t even been properly touched in front yet, but he felt like he was about to come. Even Jung Pureum kissing him or lightly stroking his face felt like a huge stimulation.

“Your pheromones, ah, make it, so people, can’t talk…”

In the end, the conversation didn’t continue. Major communication failure! It couldn’t be helped. Both of them were more focused on the conversation with their bodies than with words.

The one who came first was ultimately Moon Yeonghwa.

Considering his terrible stamina, he’d held out quite long. As the shaft went deeper, his moans grew louder, and when Jung Pureum gave him small kisses, he released his semen right there.

He must have held it in for a long time—the semen was white and thick. The gushing semen ruined Jung Pureum’s T-shirt.

Thanks to the long ejaculation, the inside was also a mess. Jung Pureum exhaled weakly. He too was an Alpha, and he wanted to come while still coupled like this. The inner walls clung to his shaft as if alive and wouldn’t let go. He was reaching his limit.

The inner flesh constricting his shaft was soft. The deeper he went, the more it wrapped around him softly. If he just buried the head and came like this, the satisfaction would be indescribable.

If he knotted too, it would be even more amazing. And if he could imprint as a bonus, he could rewrite the contract that Moon Yeonghwa found disagreeable in a different way.

But he couldn’t do that. It was fortunate that he still had enough reason to make that judgment.

Jung Pureum spread the squelching buttocks and slowly pulled out his genitals. Moon Yeonghwa, seemingly realizing he was going to come outside, tensed his calves. Regardless of reason, it was a bodily gesture that instinctively wanted more.

“Hyung.”

When he called his name, Moon Yeonghwa finally relaxed.

Only then did he seem to realize what he’d been doing. Beneath his trembling eyelids, shame and uncontrolled desire were mixed.

When he pulled out his shaft and came outside, the already thick Alpha pheromones filled the space even more.

∞ ∞ ∞

While Moon Yeonghwa lay limp, ventilating the lecture hall was entirely Jung Pureum’s responsibility.

“I don’t think we can do this often outside.”

“What kind of child talks such frivolous nonsense…”

“Cleanup is also a problem, and clothes get ruined.”

Cleaning the lecture hall was still relatively easy. Thanks to Jung Pureum holding Moon Yeonghwa from the middle onward.

Moon Yeonghwa became curious about Jung Pureum’s grip strength. He knew he was strong, but it was surprising that he could lift a fairly robust adult male so easily. It didn’t seem like any athlete could do that.

But thanks to that, Jung Pureum’s T-shirt had crossed the point of no return.

“I’ll pay for the laundry…”

“It’s okay. I also ruined hyung’s shirt a little.”

“Buttons can be sewn back on.”

But because of the ruined clothes, they were in crisis right now. What are we supposed to wear home…

Moon Yeonghwa, lying like a corpse on the integrated desk, let out a deep sigh.

In the end, it happened again.

When he should be keeping his distance from Jung Pureum, again! Once more! He’d slept with him! No matter how much he’d been drenched in Alpha pheromones, it was shocking that his body, having even taken herbal medicine, couldn’t properly withstand it.

Jung Pureum, who had perfectly finished cleaning the lecture hall, sat down next to Moon Yeonghwa, who looked visibly troubled.

As he sat beside him, a faint shadow fell over Moon Yeonghwa, obscured by the fluorescent light. Jung Pureum gently stroked Moon Yeonghwa’s disheveled hair.

“You know, Yeonghwa hyung.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you perhaps have anything to say to me?”

“What would I have to say?”

“I told you it was dangerous to come to school.”

However, unlike the gentle touch, the words coming out of Jung Pureum’s mouth were scolding. Moon Yeonghwa squeezed his eyes shut. Jung Saebom had done the same, and Jung Pureum also wasn’t the type to let things slide.