TATMFL - 1

In a hazy, disoriented state, the first thing she felt was a splitting headache, as if someone were relentlessly hammering the top of her head.

Her blood seemed to be rushing unnaturally fast, as though every vein in her body was wide open, and her heart pounded violently: thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!

“Ugh…”

A strong chill wracked her entire body, causing her to let out a faint, sobbing groan.

Her arms and legs were bound, leaving her unable to move freely, and her vision was pitch-black. She could feel the distinct texture of fabric covering her eyes.

Before she could even process what had happened, a sharp pain twisted her lower abdomen, forcing her to writhe in agony.

Her mouth was dry as a bone, and she kept licking the parched surface with her tongue, but the more she did, the thirst only worsened, offering no relief.

The breaths escaping between her lips felt hot.

Occasionally, an uncontrollable shiver ran up her spine, almost like a spasm.

The more she struggled against her restrained body, the more heat she felt in the areas rubbing against the ground. But it wasn’t just heat—there was a strange sensation creeping in, making her flushed face burn hotter as she gasped for air.

“Haah… haah…”

It was impossible not to realize she had been kidnapped. From the moment she was overpowered, her memory went blank, and when she regained consciousness, she found herself blindfolded, hands and feet bound, and lying on the floor.

Even in her feverish, dazed state, she was at least aware of that much.

The phrase “when it rains, it pours” came to mind. Her body was in its worst possible state, and she clenched her chattering teeth tightly.

She felt like she was going to die. If only she could lose consciousness, the pain might be more bearable, but the waves of agony battering her body wouldn’t even allow that.

Then she heard it.

“Shit, are you sure you got in touch with Han Dokyung?! Why the hell haven’t we heard back yet?!”

A sharp, irritated voice pierced her eardrums like a jagged blade. Her eyelids, as heavy as if glued shut, struggled to lift. When she finally managed to crack them open, her vision was filled with darkness.

Han Dokyung…

At the sound of that name, only one thought came to mind:

It’s him again?

Even when he wasn’t physically present, Han Dokyung relentlessly haunted her—whether in dreams or her daily life. And now, it seemed he was the cause of this situation, too.

The thought was absurd, but instead of laughter, a faint groan escaped her cracked lips.

“Ugh…”

A searing wave of pain shot through her back, obliterating all thoughts of Dokyung from her mind.

“Hngh…! Ah!”

Her tightly shut eyelids, hidden beneath the blindfold, fluttered violently as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Just then, she thought she caught a whiff of something—a refreshing scent, like morning dew clinging to fresh grass.

The sharp pain in her lower abdomen shifted, replaced by an odd warmth that tickled her insides. Her tightly pressed legs instinctively twisted and writhed. No, it wasn’t her abdomen—more accurately, it was there, the most intimate part of her body, that felt unbearably itchy and warm.

And then…

“What’s this…? Omega pheromones…?”

“But she’s definitely a Beta…”

“Let’s confirm…”

The voices, which had been grating on her ears like loud static, now became even more chaotic. Yet, despite their noise, not a single word was clearly audible to her.

She didn’t care what her kidnappers were saying. In her current state, where her body felt like it was being torn apart, no words could truly register.

Clang!

A door she hadn’t even realized was closed suddenly made a loud noise as it opened. Heavy, hurried footsteps approached rapidly, stopping just in front of her head.

The sound of someone entering stirred her faint consciousness, and she forced her heavy eyelids to lift slightly.

At that moment—

“Ah…!”

A sharp, searing pain tore through her scalp as if someone were ripping her hair out by the roots. A groan, half scream, escaped her lips as her head was wrenched back. Unable to do anything but flinch, she heard a cruel, mocking laugh in her ear.

“Look at this. The pheromones are practically leaking out.”

“That means… she’s just had her first manifestation, doesn’t it? The investigation confirmed she was a Beta before, after all.”

“Exactly. Lucky for us.”

A rough hand gripped her chin and twisted her head back and forth as if inspecting her. She was too weak to resist, her body limp and unresponsive. Even raising a hand to push the unknown man away was beyond her strength.

Just then, she felt hot breaths cascading over her sweat-soaked, glistening skin. The man had tugged her head back even further, burying his nose in her flushed, rosy neck—a spot turned vivid pink from the heat of her awakening. He inhaled deeply.

They said Omega pheromones during their first manifestation could drive Alphas mad. The man, already panting heavily, brushed his hand over the swelling in his pants as if to confirm the effect. Though her vision was still blocked, the man’s dangerous aura felt palpable as his heated skin hovered close.

“Did you get in touch with Han Dokyung?” he asked.

“I called him as soon as Omega pheromones started leaking from the room,” another man replied, grinning and waving a phone in his hand.

“He’s probably losing his mind by now.”

“While we’re at it, take another picture,” the first man sneered. “Let’s make sure to show that bastard who her first Alpha is going to be.”

The man let out a low, depraved laugh and lowered his lips to the soft skin below her earlobe.

“P-please… no… stop…” she whimpered faintly, her weak protest met only with an amused scoff.

The hand gripping her hair tightened.

“Ah!”

Her short cry of pain was drowned out by the man’s voice, now dripping with lust.

“You may be saying no now, but you’ll be begging for it soon enough. That’s how Omegas are. Once they get a whiff of Alpha pheromones, they’ll soak themselves, panting and spreading their legs without any hesitation. Especially during their first heat.”

With that, he released a flood of Alpha pheromones. Her frail body shuddered violently in response.

“Hah… ah… ah…”

The sensation was overwhelming. Her mind felt like it was melting, her entire body relaxing as though her tightly wound nerves were unwinding one by one. A deep tension coiled in her abdomen, and somewhere between her legs, a warm dampness began to spread.

The unbearable itch and heat made her twist her body unconsciously, as if seeking relief. The fire within her burned hotter, consuming her entirely.

“Ugh…”

Just as she clawed weakly at the man’s hand gripping her, trying to pull herself free—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the air, shattering her dazed, heat-addled mind for a brief moment.

The hand yanking her hair released its grip, followed by the sound of a tongue clicking in irritation.

“Didn’t show up when it was convenient, but the moment things get interesting, here he comes.”

The man muttered angrily as he adjusted his half-undone pants, rubbing them a few times before heading toward the door.

Moments later, the noise outside grew louder, but she was in no condition to focus on it.

“P-please… someone… help…” she begged weakly, tears streaming down her face as her body trembled uncontrollably.

It felt like her insides were being devoured by flames, every nerve in her body screaming in agony. Her throat burned dry, her breathing ragged from overwhelming thirst.

The pain was unbearable.

It was as though someone were clawing at her lower abdomen, a relentless ache that refused to subside.

In an instinctive attempt to dull the unbearable sensation, she clamped her legs tightly together, but the movement only intensified the itch. The friction of her flesh heightened the stimulation, making it almost unbearable.

“Ah… ngh… hngh… ah…”

Her tied hands felt like the cruelest injustice. Her fists, clenched so tightly that her knuckles stood out stark white, trembled uncontrollably.

“Ngh… ah… ugh…”

It hurts. It’s unbearable. I feel like I’m going to die.

Her body curled inward as much as it could, trembling violently with each gasping breath. Her senses, overwhelmed by the searing heat of overstimulation, refused to calm.

Somebody… please… someone help me…

“Ugh…”

Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, dripping onto the floor beneath her.

Save me… someone, please…

Hyesung…

And then—

The sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, reached her ears. Along with it came a voice, deep and commanding, calling her name.

“Raon-ah.”

A pair of strong hands lifted her limp body, causing her to squirm feebly.

“That bastard can’t save you.”

The voice spilling into her ears was sweet, almost hypnotic. A refreshing scent wafted around her, rich and subtly sweet, as if it were seeping into every corner of her consciousness.

The sensation was electrifying—like rain soaking into cracked, parched soil.

Gasping desperately, Raon inhaled the scent deeply, letting it fill her lungs. The more she breathed it in, the more the suffocating heat that bound her body seemed to dissipate.

Her eyelids, tightly shut against the oppressive light, squeezed closed even further as a sudden brightness pierced through the darkness. The blindfold covering her eyes was gone.

Her vision, still adjusting to the change, was blurry. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the image of someone standing before her with a piece of black cloth clenched between their teeth burned vividly into her sight.

The man looked at her, his sharp eyes glowing fiercely as he grinned.

“...Han Dokyung.”

At her fragile whisper, the smile on Dokyung’s lips deepened.

He spat out the black cloth he’d been holding in his mouth, then leaned down to press his lips against her sweat-drenched forehead.

“Yes, Raon-ah.”

Raon blinked dazedly, a single tear clinging to her lashes before slipping free and trailing down her temple.

Dokyung’s lips followed the path of the tear, tracing it until they reached the hollow of her temple. Once there, he kissed her gently, inhaling softly as if savoring her scent.

“Ha…”

A soft exhale, almost a sigh of admiration, escaped him as he pressed kisses across her skin. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, moving from one spot to another, kissing and nipping with an almost desperate fervor.

Each time, Raon’s hypersensitive body jolted, trembling in his arms.

“...Han… Dokyung… ah… ngh…”

When his face drew closer, the tips of their noses brushed.

Her trembling voice, calling for him between shallow breaths, made the corners of his lips curl into a sly, languid smile.

“That’s right. Just like this. From now on, only call for me. Not Hyesung.”

Dokyung took a deep breath, his voice dropping into a husky murmur, charged with emotion.

“Even your pheromones… they’re just like you—annoying as hell.”

“Ugh…”

At that moment, just when Raon thought she was feeling slightly better, her body curled up again in distress, trembling within his embrace. The thick, possessive alpha pheromones surrounding her were suffocating.

“More… more… ngh!”

Clutching the front of Dokyung’s shirt with trembling hands, Raon clung to him desperately. It was undeniable now—the omega heat had fully begun.

Her burning lips clumsily nipped and sucked at his skin, desperate and raw. A strained whimper escaped her throat, catching as the muscles under her tongue twitched and resisted.

“Ha.”

Pressing his lips firmly against her sweat-drenched forehead, Dokyung smiled, his eyes narrowing in amusement. His sharp features, cast in deep shadow, were alive with excitement.

“Ngh…”

“What should I do, Raon-ah? You had to end up with someone like me.”

“Ahh!”

His voice, layered thick with possessiveness and obsession, carried a dark and ominous undertone.

Dokyung licked a bead of sweat as it trailed down her skin, his tongue following its path like a predator savoring its prey. He stared intently at her slightly parted lips, his hunger evident, before diving in and pushing his tongue inside.

His tongue greedily traced the ridges of her palate, delving so deeply that it felt as though it might reach her throat.

“Ngh…”

His gaze, clouded with unrestrained desire, locked on Raon’s face as he smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“You’ve even learned to open your throat for me now, my Raon.”

The sight of her slightly parted, glistening lips and the vivid red of her tongue beneath made Dokyung gulp.

Smack! He deliberately let their kiss end with an exaggeratedly wet sound, his lips pulling away with lingering greed.

“Should we head home now?” he whispered, his tone heavy with intent.