My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 92

―Hyung.

Despite it being their first video call in a while, Jung Pureum on the other side of the screen was unusually calm. Normally, “Hyung!” or “I missed you!” would be the first things to pop out.

“Are you preparing well for the competition? I was just packing for Japan.”

―….

“What’s wrong, why are you so quiet today? Did the coach say something again?”

Jung Pureum shook his head. Seeing the ends of his eyebrows drooping down, it was clear he was worried about something serious.

Unlike the sunbae in college who had been jealous of Jung Pureum, the national team athletes mostly found him endearing. He seemed to be getting along well at the training camp. But could he be secretly facing some kind of bullying?

I gently coaxed him to tell me what was going on, and Jung Pureum finally managed to speak.

―…I was worried because you didn’t contact me all last week.

“Last week? Ah, I told you I was going to a conference, remember?”

―….

“Oh? You look like you don’t believe me. You don’t trust me? Me, of all people, so reliable….”

Well, I couldn’t really blame him.

I reflected on my past misdeeds. Even I thought I was hard to trust. By now, even if Jung Pureum didn’t believe me when I said red beans could be used to make meju, I’d understand.

―I know it wasn’t a conference, it was a heat cycle.

“How on earth did you know that? Did Nam Jungyoon tattle again?”

―No. Hyung, you’re just not good at lying.

“What? I think I’m pretty good at it.”

―You give everything away in your expression when you lie.

“Oh, come on….”

―And you didn’t even tell me you were having a heat…. Were you trying not to worry me?

“How could I tell a kid who’s about to compete in the Olympics all about that? Besides, you’re not even here, so what would be the point of saying I was having a heat?”

As advanced as modern civilization is, pheromones can’t be transmitted through a phone. What could I possibly do by calling Jung Pureum anyway?

Of course, it’s true that I missed Jung Pureum dozens of times a day. Especially when the sex toys felt unsatisfying, I kept thinking of him.

I missed the touch of his hands exploring me, the warmth of his body clinging and whining against mine. Since we ended up being apart even before properly dating, I was clearly feeling sexually frustrated.

So much so that I’d buried my nose in the outerwear Jung Pureum had left at my place and masturbated. He’d washed it so well that I could barely catch his scent, but it was the only way I could find any satisfaction.

―So you spent the whole week all alone, then.

“Whoa, kid, why are you asking about that sort of thing?”

―You were alone, right? You can’t be with any other alphas….

“Worrying about all sorts of unnecessary things.”

Whenever it involved me, Jung Pureum got clingy like this. Where had that nice, socially adept young man gone? It was endearing, though.

―Hyung, then… could you show me what you used to masturbate with? Was it the one in the bedside drawer? That one was smaller than I thought.

I was inwardly finding Jung Pureum adorable when his words made me jolt upright in surprise. It was too explicit a request for me to handle.

It was true I’d used a toy to get through my heat alone, but when Jung Pureum asked to see it, my mind went blank.

My good, innocent, and slightly sly Jung Pureum was asking for such an embarrassing thing. It was like the heavens splitting open and Western medicine surpassing Oriental medicine… something or other.

No matter how intimate we were, showing each other masturbation over a video call felt insane. My inner Confucian boy whispered that no matter how much Jung Pureum whined, that was a line I couldn’t cross.

“What are you thinking, asking to see something like that? You’re so brazen….”

―Because I miss you, hyung….

“I miss you too.”

―I should have been there when you had your heat…. I’m so worried. It feels like someone’s always trying to get at you. Hyung, you’re popular, you know….

Why on earth does he worry about such useless things? How many people in the world could possibly be romantically interested in me? It’s only someone like Jung Pureum who would like me.

Jung Pureum seemed to still believe that nonsense Nam Jungyoon had casually mentioned once about me being “popular.” Popular, my foot. Where else could you find someone who needs to worry less about me cheating?

If anything, I should be the one worrying about Jung Pureum.

During the Olympics, athletes are known to hit it off easily, and there’s no way no one would be throwing themselves at young, handsome Jung Pureum.

―If I’d known it would be like this, I would have bonded with you before I left.

“Everything has its proper order and rules, yet you’re always trying to rush into bonding, you? First, you have to win a medal.”

―…Hyung only cares about gold medals.

But today, his whining was longer than usual. If I didn’t show him masturbating, he’d definitely keep grumbling for ages.

Even when I told him I’d hired a new deputy director last time, Jung Pureum had sniffled with a look like the world was ending. He even spouted nonsense about what if Hong Seonghyeon was interested in me.

As if a beta who’d already been married once, Hong Seonghyeon, would be that interested in me. Not that being a divorcee means you can’t love again, but why would someone who just got divorced and is probably sick of marriage like me?

I’d gone through all sorts of trouble coaxing and soothing Jung Pureum back then too. I even felt sorry for poor Hong Seonghyeon, who was suspected without any cause. He works like a real slave, yet….

“Are you going to keep acting spoiled when the Olympics are right around the corner?”

―Can’t I?

“…It’s not that you can’t. Who else would you act spoiled with if not me?”

―Mmhm. So, just show me once. Please? I’m curious how you spent this last heat cycle all by yourself.

His gentle, measured words sounded like a devil’s whisper. I bit my lower lip hard. My inner Confucian boy started breakdancing in my head, screaming, “Absolutely not!”

But my conscience, which had long since died and been buried, reached out from the grave and dragged my Confucian boy self away. My social decorum, which had also run away, was nowhere to be found this time either.

“…Just this once.”

I set the phone I was using for the call down on the desk. When Jung Pureum was determined to wheedle like this, I couldn’t possibly refuse him.

If he had ears or a tail, I could have seen them droop and then perk right up. Jung Pureum nodded obediently, like a dog waiting for a treat, when I told him to stay still until I brought the toy.

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head as I went to get the toy from the drawer.

I’d lived a chaste life, so I’d never once shown anyone the sight of me masturbating. And most people would probably be similar to me.

Is this really okay?

Because my heat cycle hadn’t ended long ago, my creaky body didn’t care about my troubled mind and was subtly getting excited in anticipation of the upcoming stimulation.

To be honest, the solo stint had been a bit long.

Indulging in unintentional fooling around with Jung Pureum had actually been a poison. Even though Jung Pureum wasn’t here, just hearing him ask me to do this like now made my body heat up.

This wasn’t me going crazy; it was because my heat cycle had just passed. It was a kind of physiological phenomenon.

“You show me too.”

―Masturbating? I was planning on doing it while watching you anyway.

“…Is it because you’re young? You’re secretly pretty bold. Are you alone in your room?”

―Yeah. I got lucky and was assigned a single room.

As expected, unlike me, he’s someone with a lot of luck in life. I’m probably the only hardship in Jung Pureum’s life.

I undid my pants buckle and pulled my briefs down to mid-thigh. Even without touching it, my half-erect cock was captured on the phone screen.

―It’s already hard even though you haven’t done anything. You said you wouldn’t show me, so why are you already excited?

“Well, because… ugh… my heat cycle just ended.”

―It’s a shame I can’t smell your pheromones through the video call. You must smell amazing right now, hyung.

Instead of immediately prepping my hole, I grasped my shaft and stroked it gently. As I closed my eyes slightly and imagined it was Jung Pureum touching me, I felt myself getting wet down there.

I gripped the tip of my rapidly hardening cock and rubbed the glans, pressing my thumbnail just slightly. Seeing that I was really going to masturbate while watching this, Jung Pureum also fixed his phone and pulled out his own cock, gripping it.

He’d asked me why I was excited, but Jung Pureum was already half-hard himself. When I asked him why he was excited, he gave a small laugh.

―I always get like this when I talk to you… you just didn’t know because you couldn’t see me, right?

I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. It wasn’t like we’d only talked once or twice. Hearing that even just seeing my face and hearing my voice made him ache down there made my ears burn.

“You, ha… how can you say things like that so casually….”

―Because you’re the only one listening, hyung. Ah, I think you’re about to cum, hyung.

Clear fluid leaked out first, and then, just as Jung Pureum had said, semen soaked my hand.

―You came fast. Looks like you’ve been doing it alone a lot. The color is light, too.

Every word Jung Pureum uttered made me feel embarrassed. The fact that the shame was making me wetter down there was maddening.

“Hey, if you’re going to talk like that, be quiet.”

―I don’t think I said anything out of the ordinary.

“You’re saying all sorts of things….”

―Hyung, now show me the thing with your hole.

You’re saying all sorts of things, alright!

I felt a bit indignant. All he showed was him gripping and stroking his cock, so why did I have to show him my asshole too? It was completely unfair.

“Just wait until you come back after the Olympics….”

At my muttering, Jung Pureum chuckled softly.

―What will you do when I get back?

“I’ll devour you whole.”

―I can’t wait.

It was meant to be a threat, but Jung Pureum only got more excited. I looked down to avoid witnessing the mysteries of the human body, seeing just how big it could get.