My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 84

Isn’t it the shoulder, not the neck, so biting it should be fine?

Even though they’d been together many times, since they hadn’t imprinted, Jung Pureum kept wanting to bite Moon Yeonghwa. Like a young animal going through teething, his gums itched.

On top of that, Moon Yeonghwa kept acting defenseless, unlike before.

He’d clumsily tied Jung Pureum up when things didn’t go his way, but that was it. He trusted Jung Pureum so much that even knowing he was in a rut, he showed no intention of protecting his neck.

Jung Pureum subtly bared his teeth and lightly bit Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulder. Whether because of the hand rummaging down below or because this level of stimulation wasn’t satisfying, Moon Yeonghwa didn’t stop Jung Pureum.

It was clear that the line Moon Yeonghwa had drawn was shifting. If this had been before, he wouldn’t have even imagined sucking a cock.

Even eight years of unrequited love had finally started making progress. Having persistently knocked on a door that seemed like it would never open, Jung Pureum had reached a point where he could bite Moon Yeonghwa’s nape without getting scolded.

“Ah, hh… don’t, bite my neck…”

Of course, Moon Yeonghwa didn’t just let the biting slide. Even in the midst of chaos, when Jung Pureum buried his nose in his nape, he clearly said not to do it.

But Jung Pureum was equally out of his mind. Even though Moon Yeonghwa told him not to, he couldn’t suppress his desires as easily as usual.

He aligned the tip of his cock with the well-opened entrance and thrust in from bottom to top. Even though he always loosened it by hand first, the first penetration was always difficult. The inside was not only shallow but also tight. Jung Pureum pressed down as if sitting Moon Yeonghwa on top of him, pushing in deeper.

With his body weight and Jung Pureum’s strength combined, the member dug deep inside, and Moon Yeonghwa’s head tilted back on its own. His Adam’s apple was particularly prominent.

Even though he’d just been told not to bite, Jung Pureum bared his teeth again. Even if it’s the same neck, the Adam’s apple should be fine, right? Even knowing he could properly imprint with Moon Yeonghwa once he brought back a medal, his greed grew.

When he lightly bit the Adam’s apple like he had the shoulder, Moon Yeonghwa’s entrance clenched suddenly.

“Hhng, ugh…”

Between the leaking moans, the familiar “don’t” finally mixed in. As if being mischievous, Jung Pureum repeatedly pulled his cock halfway out and thrust it back up.

For someone who’d charged in so boldly, Moon Yeonghwa was helplessly shaken while held by Jung Pureum. From his intensely contracted entrance, as if a flood had hit, arousal fluid dripped continuously.

“When you masturbated… did it not get this wet?”

“Ugh, ah! Ah… what are you, ugh, what are you saying…”

“I saw the dildo and lubricant in the drawer…”

“…”

“Now that I’m here, you won’t need the dildo.”

Because Jung Pureum was unconsciously leaking pheromones, Moon Yeonghwa was also gradually losing the ability to think properly. It was hard to keep his rationality intact with his entrance being thrust into like this.

Even knowing Jung Pureum wasn’t intentionally trying to shame him, it was embarrassing that he’d seen the masturbation toys in that brief moment when Jung Pureum pulled out the handkerchief. Moon Yeonghwa abandoned rational thought and pulled Jung Pureum close.

“Show me next time, you masturbating…”

The request was transparent. His conscience had died long ago, but Moon Yeonghwa, whose social dignity had only run away but was still alive, shook his head. Every time he said no, the cock pushed in deeper. He couldn’t even move in sync with the thrusting speed.

In the end, Moon Yeonghwa gasped and nodded, agreeing. It was his own decision, but half of it was forced. His entrance was already sore.

Now that his rut cycle had come, it couldn’t possibly end with just one round. Moon Yeonghwa pushed Jung Pureum down, saying he’d move instead. He judged it would be safer to move on his own, bracing himself against Jung Pureum’s chest.

Jung Pureum didn’t particularly stop Moon Yeonghwa from trying to do it himself. It was tantalizing that only the shallow part was being stimulated with small movements, but watching Moon Yeonghwa clumsily lower his hips was quite exciting.

Moon Yeonghwa, this proactive.

Satisfaction filled a corner of his chest tightly. Now, Moon Yeonghwa liked Jung Pureum too. There was definitely affection between them—enough for Moon Yeonghwa to try so hard to give Jung Pureum certainty just because he was anxious.

It would be hard to pull back now. Jung Pureum lightly rubbed the inside of Moon Yeonghwa’s thigh. The body that had been barely maintaining its center of gravity and moving collapsed completely due to Jung Pureum’s interference.

The member that had only been nibbling shallowly was suddenly pushed deep inside as his body gave way. The lean stomach briefly bulged and then flattened, repeating.

Moon Yeonghwa came first. The way he couldn’t ejaculate all at once but kept releasing white fluid little by little with each thrust was highly stimulating. Jung Pureum moved slowly, burying his tip deep inside the tightly clenching entrance.

Unconsciously, his hands had tensed, and the upper part of Moon Yeonghwa’s hip bone was flushed red. His pale skin marked so easily with just a little pressure. Faint teeth marks remained on his shoulder and Adam’s apple as well.

“Hyung…”

Following satisfaction, an illogical possessiveness raised its head. Without pulling out his member, Jung Pureum gathered the exhausted, limp Moon Yeonghwa into an embrace.

Wouldn’t just once be okay?

The awareness that he was human and shouldn’t act like a beast had long since disappeared. The base of his member, which he’d half-forced in, gradually swelled inside to prevent semen from leaking out.

Moon Yeonghwa, who had been gasping while leaning against Jung Pureum, sensed something wrong and flinched in surprise.

“Hh, ughhh…”

A groan of enduring pain rather than pleasure escaped. He could vividly feel his entrance opening and then being sealed shut again. Because of Jung Pureum’s pheromones, Moon Yeonghwa’s cognitive circuits were also becoming paralyzed.

He could feel the cock buried in his tender insides throbbing and releasing semen. Moon Yeonghwa dug his nails into Jung Pureum’s back. Thanks to his short nails, no wounds were left, but red marks were etched in.

The long ejaculation continued. Since Jung Pureum was holding Moon Yeonghwa in both arms, even pulling away was impossible.

In his dizzy mind, Moon Yeonghwa was entertaining the irrational thought that if he weren’t a male dominant, he would have gotten pregnant from that just now.

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So this is what a rut is really like…

The promise to sleep together when their cycles overlapped was retracted. If both were going through a rut and heat at the same time, self-isolating would be better. At least one of them needed to stay sane…

As soon as his mind cleared, Jung Pureum knelt down over having knotted without permission. Moon Yeonghwa told him it was fine and helped him up, but contrary to his words, his body was completely battered.

He’d been bitten everywhere. Though Jung Pureum had only targeted areas where imprinting wouldn’t happen, clear teeth marks remained on his shoulder and inner thighs.

He’d only sucked once, but his throat was sore and the corner of his mouth was slightly torn. It was truly absurd. His entrance wasn’t even torn yet, so why was his mouth torn…

Thanks to that, he could barely open his mouth wide, let alone move a finger. No matter how many times they’d done it, even after scooping out all the semen filling him, his stomach still felt bloated.

When he took out the emergency contraceptive pill he’d kept just in case, Jung Pureum stared at him with wide eyes.

“That’s not good for your body…”

“Western medicine isn’t exactly good for you either.”

“…Just kill me instead.”

Why would I kill Jung Pureum? After all this trouble to keep him sane, of course I’m going to keep him around.

He let Jung Pureum’s pitiful “Should I just tie myself up?” go in one ear and out the other. Tie what up? I’ll just order a few boxes of condoms that fit Jung Pureum’s size online.

I should have stocked them at my place earlier, but I hadn’t expected things to turn out this way.

“Go to the kitchen and get some water.”

I shooed Jung Pureum, who was sniffling and clinging to me, toward the kitchen.

Thanks to spending his rut cycle with an omega, Jung Pureum’s pheromones were completely stable. Though the bedroom still smelled like a bottle of fabric softener had been spilled everywhere.

It was natural for me to take responsibility for Jung Pureum, and now Jung Pureum had to take responsibility for me too. At my age, I was taking on the full force of a twenty-year-old’s sexual drive who’d just become an adult. No matter how I thought about it, this was abuse of a Korean medicine doctor.

As I groaned and waited for Jung Pureum to bring water, Jung Pureum’s phone, which had been rolling on the floor with his clothes, vibrated.

Thinking it was my phone, I picked it up and saw a saved contact labeled “Coach-nim.” I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. Unless my eyes were deceiving me, the current time was 4:21 AM.

Calling at 4 AM?

I weighed which was worse—an ex calling at 3 AM or a coach calling at 4 AM. At least I could ignore an ex’s call, but I couldn’t not answer the coach, so the latter was worse.

Granted, he’d missed about two days of training because of the rut, so I could understand the call at this hour… No, I can’t. At this point, you’d think he’d have the sense to just assume “Haha, looks like our Pureum is going through a rut.”

“Hyung, here’s the water.”

Jung Pureum returned to the room with a glass of water and fruit. I’d only asked for water, but he’d even cut up fruit, saying I should eat something—that was commendable. At least he seemed aware he’d overworked me.

I held out the still-vibrating phone like a tip while chewing on the fruit Jung Pureum had peeled.

The expression on Jung Pureum’s face, who had taken the phone without thinking, immediately soured. As expected, it seemed the coach calling at this hour wasn’t good news.

“I’ll just take one call and be back.”

After repeatedly telling me to take my medicine and lie still, Jung Pureum went to the living room, holding his phone like a time bomb.

I nodded, promising to behave, but as soon as Jung Pureum closed the door, I pressed myself against it. I sacrificed my body to boost my boy’s spirits—if he says anything, just try it.