TATMFL - 21

Hye-sung had always attracted strange people, but Ra-on muttered under her breath, hoping that Do-kyung would be an exception. 

“That’s the guy, Hye-sung. The one who’s re-enrolling in your department.” 

“Huh?” 

Hye-sung’s eyes widened as she turned her gaze toward the direction where Do-kyung had disappeared. 

“So that’s the person you were worried about, Ra-on…?” 

“Mm.” Hye-sung squinted slightly and scratched her cheek, chuckling awkwardly. She had recognized him as an Alpha the moment she saw him, but hadn’t realized he was an extreme Alpha. His pheromones were unusually faint for someone like that—it seemed he had an exceptional ability to suppress them. 

“He does look a bit dangerous.” 

“That’s why you absolutely shouldn’t get close to him.” 

To Ra-on, Do-kyung was poison for Hye-sung in many ways. 

The fact that he was an extreme Alpha was one reason, but the bigger issue lay in his violent and cruel nature. 

He was someone who didn’t hesitate to hurt others, someone who could maim while laughing as if it were amusing. 

The Do-kyung she knew was a dangerous man to have around. 

While the title of being the only son and heir of Hanyeong Enterprises sounded impressive, the truth was that the company had grown from a foundation of loan-sharking. And getting entangled with gangsters or loan sharks was never a good thing—it was a universal truth. 

Moreover, Hye-sung was already deeply entangled with loan sharks, unable to sever those ties. Adding Do-kyung into the mix would only make things worse. 

Human connections were unpredictable, and assuming even a one-in-a-million chance—people like Hye-sung and herself, who were somehow lacking in certain ways, had never been spared from harsh consequences. 

Ra-on’s eyes grew heavy with concern. 

Interpreting her expression in his own way, Hye-sung gently patted her back. 

“There are so many students in the business management department. There’s nothing to worry about, Ra-on. Plus, we’re in different grades, so I’ll hardly ever run into him.” 

Unlike the small cohort of around 20 students in the painting department, the business management department admitted over 200 students each year. So, as Hye-sung said, it would be difficult for her to personally interact with everyone in such a large group… 

“But you have mentoring sessions in your department.” 

“Ah.” 

At Ra-on’s reminder, Hye-sung let out a short sigh. 

She remembered Ji-an complaining throughout their sophomore year about how pointless mentoring was, yet still participating because they had received help from seniors during their freshman year—things like guidance and support. 

She also recalled how the juniors Ji-an mentored would often drag her along to drinking parties. 

Hye-sung spoke nonchalantly. 

“Well… as I said, there are so many students in the business management department. It’s not like they randomly assign mentors and mentees. Even if they did, the chances of us being paired together would be slim.” 

“…That’s true.” 

Statistically speaking, the probability was nearly zero. The likelihood of Hye-sung and Do-kyung being paired as mentor and mentee was minuscule. 

But still, Ra-on couldn’t shake off the unease gnawing at her. Perhaps it was simply her overly sensitive nature when it came to matters involving Hye-sung. 

Sighing, Ra-on resumed walking, her steps resuming after being halted by thoughts of Do-kyung. Her earlobes, frozen red from the cold, throbbed faintly. 

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Ra-on changed the subject. 

“What should we eat for dinner?” 

“Let’s eat something delicious since Ji-an isn’t here.”

Her words brought a faint smile to Hye-sung’s lips. 

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Do-kyung had come intending to say that he couldn’t pick her up tonight due to prior commitments. 

Leaning against a tree, Do-kyung placed a cigarette between his lips and tapped his foot lightly. 

The consortium meeting for the redevelopment project was scheduled for this evening, and since his father, Chairman Han of Hanyeong Enterprises, had shown significant interest in it, securing the contract was imperative. 

He had decided to visit in person rather than simply calling, thinking face-to-face communication would be more effective. But as it turned out, he had stumbled upon something far more intriguing. 

The way her plump lower lip pressed firmly against her teeth, the fragile trembling of her pupils—it all replayed vividly in his mind. Any fleeting discomfort he might have felt earlier was now completely forgotten. Do-kyung smirked lazily, the unlit cigarette dangling loosely from the corner of his mouth. 

“Young Master.” 

Do-kyung, who had been idly watching Ra-on and Hye-sung grow smaller in the distance, glanced over his shoulder with a sidelong look. 

Joon, approaching closer, wrinkled his nose slightly at the pheromones wafting around Do-kyung. 

“In a hurry?” 

To this casual question, Do-kyung responded just as nonchalantly. 

“Even if I am, we still need to choose the right place.” 

Without any intention of concealing the prominent bulge in his lower half, Do-kyung chuckled softly. 

“I’m not particularly fond of Omegas, you know?” 

“...” 

“But that Ji Hye-sung guy... He seems like he’d be fun to dominate.” 

Joon’s gaze shifted toward Hye-sung, who was walking alongside Ra-on. Though they were now too far away for him to make out their faces clearly, he could still tell that Hye-sung had a strikingly handsome appearance. 

But Joon knew well that Hye-sung’s looks weren’t the reason Do-kyung wanted him. 

Shifting his focus back to Hye-sung, Joon asked, 

“Why are you ignoring the condition about Yoo Ra-on keeping watch?” 

“Hmph.” 

Do-kyung laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly. His cruelly curved eyes lingered on the spot where Ra-on had disappeared from view. 

“I want to see that face cry desperately, Joon.” 

Until her eyelids were swollen red. And then, he imagined licking those reddened eyes with the tip of his tongue. How sweet it would taste. 

Just the thought made his lower body throb heatedly, and Do-kyung exhaled languidly. 

“You truly have terrible tastes.” 

Joon sighed, shaking his head as if there was no point in trying to reason with him. 

Regardless of Joon’s reaction, Do-kyung tilted his head slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably beneath his sharply defined jawline. 

He muttered in a low, gravelly voice tinged with sinister intent, as if he had just finished an intense session. 

“He’ll probably be beautiful.” 

Though he didn’t particularly enjoy dominating men, the idea of watching Ra-on break down helplessly before his eyes made the distasteful act seem worthwhile. 

The sight of something fragile desperately struggling to protect what was theirs—far from being pathetic, it was always breathtakingly beautiful, stirring within him a burning desire to crush it into chaos. 

“Hmm...” 

Do-kyung licked his lips. The heavy outline pressing against his thigh had reached a point that could no longer be ignored. 

“Get the car ready.” 

“So much for choosing the right place,” Joon muttered under his breath.

Reading the faint pant embedded in that brief command, Joon shook his head and made a phone call. 

Less than five minutes later, a sedan pulled up and stopped in front of them. 

Thud. Before Joon could even open the door, Do-kyung slid into the car and unzipped his pants. 

Not bothering to close the door himself, Do-kyung left it to Joon, who shut it for him. The driver was already waiting outside. 

“Haa...” 

Leaning his head back against the seat, Do-kyung’s chest heaved heavily as his half-lidded eyes drooped lazily. 

The cock that had been rigidly erect since earlier popped out with a slight bounce. His lower abdomen was taut, almost painfully throbbing from the tension. 

He had already crossed the ten-finger mark. The image of that indifferent, aloof face had been his muse as he pleasured himself. 

The languid, wary gaze, the way those pristine white teeth bit down on trembling lips, the red flesh that licked and disappeared—every detail replayed vividly in his mind. 

Thinking of that beautiful face contorting when he mentioned Hye-sung, Do-kyung stroked his cock from base to tip. 

“Khh...” 

The more pressure he applied with his hand, the more intense the pleasure became. The area below his navel tightened like a dense knot, pulling taut. 

A muffled groan escaped, reverberating through the car. The sound of his breath, echoing back to his eardrums, was ragged. 

He imagined that distorted face flushing red, screaming in agony, begging him to stop while clinging desperately—it would be quite the sight. And that aloof, indifferent face gasping and writhing in ecstasy? Quite... 

‘Ah, this feels good.’ 

With half-lidded, drowsy eyes, Do-kyung thrust his hips as if mimicking intercourse. Pressing firmly on the wet glans, a hot breath escaped involuntarily. 

“Huuu...!” 

The passenger seat was now a mess. Thick, milky fluid dripped viscously over the black leather. Do-kyung slumped his shoulders, relaxing further. 

As his lust-filled haze began to clear and his eyes regained their sharpness, the car door opened. 

Joon, who had waited until Do-kyung’s movements subsided before opening the door, let out a deep sigh. 

The car, heated by the roaring heater, was suffused with the thick, humid scent of pheromones mingled with Do-kyung’s body heat. 

Clicking his tongue, Joon removed his jacket and draped it over Do-kyung’s exposed lower half, scolding him lightly. 

“If you need it, I can arrange someone for you.” 

His roundabout way of asking why he resorted to masturbation instead of taking the easier route earned him a sidelong glance from Do-kyung, who had just placed a cigarette between his lips. 

“No need.” 

For immediate gratification, masturbation suited him better than sex. 

To Do-kyung, sex was merely a means to relieve periodic urges, not a pursuit of pleasure. 

“...” 

After pondering for a moment, Do-kyung corrected himself. 

If it were Ra-on, perhaps sex could become a pursuit of pleasure. Just thinking of her aloof, pretty face caused his erection to grow heavier. 

Even indulging in his own hand wasn’t half bad. 

“Haa...” 

Watching Do-kyung’s filthy movements beneath his jacket, Joon sighed again. 

“We’re running late, Young Master.” 

“Mm. Let’s go.” 

“...” 

The lingering heat in his languid breath signaled that Do-kyung had no intention of stopping. Hearing his labored pants, it was clear he was lost in sensation, oblivious to his surroundings.

Joon closed the car door while clutching his aching head. 

If he stayed in the car any longer, he feared he might also get swept up in the intoxicating pheromones Do-kyung was emitting. 

With a sigh, Joon gave an order to the person standing nearby behind him. 

“Prepare another car.” 

He didn’t have the stomach to ride in the same car as Do-kyung—not with the overwhelming intensity of his presence.