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From a moment ago, it felt as if I had stepped into a lush, damp forest, the freshness so intense it seemed like my tongue might melt.
“Even your pheromones are just like you…”
“Uhn…”
The moment Do-kyung licked his lips again, as if he had just tasted something addictive, Ra-on, who had momentarily felt some relief, squirmed uncomfortably in his arms. The air was thick with the greedy, possessive scent of alpha pheromones.
“Yes, more… more… Hng!”
Ra-on clenched her fists tightly around Do-kyung’s collar, clinging to him. Without even realizing what she was muttering, she pushed her hand under his open shirt, her fingers tracing his skin.
Though she had briefly found solace in Do-kyung’s pheromones, she was now in heat again, as if nothing had happened. It was a clear sign that the omega’s first heat had fully begun.
Her lips, burning like fire, clumsily sucked and bit at his skin. A whimper escaped her throat, scratching at her vocal cords as her tongue pressed against the muscles that trembled under her touch.
“Ha.”
Do-kyung’s lips curled into a wide smile at the sight of her small body moving so blindly, as if he were the only thing that mattered. The satisfaction resonated deep in his chest, tightening his muscles.
He was thirsty. He was hungry.
Pressing his lips firmly against her forehead, dotted with cold sweat, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. The excitement was evident in the shadows of his sharp features.
“Uhn…”
“What should we do, Ra-on? Of all people, you had to fall into my hands.”
“Hng!”
His voice was dripping with possessiveness and obsession, dark and sticky.
Do-kyung’s tongue greedily licked up the beads of sweat, his eyes fixated on her parted lips before he plunged his tongue inside.
As their teeth clashed, he felt her throat tighten, as if trying to resist the intruder. His tongue, ravenously licking the roof of her mouth, pushed deeper, as if it wanted to pierce her throat.
“Uhn…”
A moan of agony escaped Ra-on’s lips. Yet, instead of pushing his tongue away, she struggled to accept it to the limit, her pitiful and endearing demeanor making his head spin.
His lust-filled eyes, glistening with desire, looked at her and laughed.
“Now even your throat opens up so well, our Ra-on.”
His voice, rough with excitement, sounded as if it had been sandpapered.
When he first pushed his cock into that tight mouth, it was all he could do to get just the tip past her tongue.
But now, soaked in pleasure, her body was ready to accept him in any hole.
As proof, Ra-on, with no time to think about what Do-kyung was saying, frantically grabbed his neck, pulling him down to find his lips again.
Do-kyung swallowed hard at the sight of the red flesh peeking through her moist, parted lips.
“…So fucking obscene.”
Muttering vulgar words, Do-kyung pressed his lips back against hers, as she desired. As her head tilted back, her throat opened even wider. Pushing his tongue inside, Do-kyung panted and laughed.
The way she rubbed her lower body against his arms, moaning and writhing, made his vision blur. The movements ravaging her mouth grew more intense, and the wet, obscene sounds continued to spill out.
Schlick! With a wet, sticky sound, Do-kyung pulled his lips away and whispered.
“Shall we go home?”
Her pupils, clouded with pleasure, flickered as if anything would be fine.
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“Professor Yang…”
Do-kyung, who had tightly wrapped Ra-on in his coat to the point that only her face was visible, exited the building without sparing even a glance at Joon as he asked.
Leaving behind his car, which had been half-destroyed inside the building, Do-kyung stepped into the vehicle Joon had brought. Joon wrinkled his nose against the overwhelming alpha pheromones emanating from Do-kyung. Beneath the coat, Do-kyung’s own pheromones were so thick they completely drowned out Ra-on’s omega scent.
“He’s over there. Shall I bring him?”
As Joon carefully placed Ra-on in the car, Do-kyung nodded. Even then, he meticulously checked if the seatbelt might be uncomfortable for her or whether the angle of the seat was suitable. He even went out of his way to create shadows, ensuring no stray light from the brightly lit building could touch her.
Watching this unfamiliar side of Do-kyung, Joon shivered and quickly dashed off to fetch Professor Yang, who was waiting in another car.
Even as he ran, Joon couldn’t help but glance back.
Do-kyung still stood like an immovable statue beside Ra-on. Though some distance away, it was clear without looking that his expression was unusually gentle. Surprisingly, his pheromones now exuded a soft, almost fluffy quality—though hints of complexity lingered, it was nothing alarming.
Finally feeling a sense of relief, Joon exhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh.
[What?]
[Yoo… Yoo Ra-on has been kidnapped.]
When the panicked subordinate’s voice crackled through the receiver, Joon froze, standing motionless for what felt like ages. The sounds around him seemed distorted, as if stuck in a buffer loop, while his brain stuttered under overload.
How could this be? Yoo Ra-on, kidnapped?
The subsequent reports confirmed that the kidnappers were none other than Sejin Construction’s men—the same group who had recklessly provoked them earlier.
Only then did their audacious behavior make sense. Feeling a chill run down his spine, Joon slowly turned to look at Do-kyung, forcing strength into his trembling legs.
The sensation of his hair standing on end and his spine tingling with dread felt laughably mild compared to the suffocating weight of Do-kyung’s pheromones pressing down on them all.
It would have been preferable to endure physical blows rather than face such oppressive pheromones. Their intensity defied description—it was fear incarnate.
‘…An omega.’
As Joon fetched the elderly doctor, he recalled the omega pheromones that had vibrated within the building moments ago. Though swiftly consumed by Do-kyung’s overpowering presence, there was no mistaking their origin—an omega in heat. And judging by everything, the source was none other than Yoo Ra-on.
“This is intense.”
Yang-saem grimaced irritably at the extreme alpha pheromones saturating the air before clicking his tongue with seasoned professionalism. Noticing Joon groaning faintly while wiping his nostrils, Yang-saem approached Do-kyung.
Shooing Do-kyung aside like swatting away a fly, Yang-saem crouched halfway but paused to adjust his glasses. Amidst the sticky remnants of Do-kyung’s pheromones, he detected traces of omega scents.
“She’s an omega.”
He was certain she’d been a beta until recently. Recalling the face of Ra-on from his visit days ago at Do-kyung’s request, Yang-saem narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
With a knowing gaze directed at Do-kyung, Yang-saem moved to address the immediate concern.
“Where did I put that heat suppressant again…?”
“Aha, here it is,” Yang-saem muttered, pulling out a small syringe.
Just as he prepared to administer the injection, Yang-saem hesitated.
“...Young Master. How exactly am I supposed to examine this young lady when you’ve bundled her up so tightly?”
Do-kyung awkwardly rolled up one sleeve slightly.
Yang-saem chuckled at the sight of Do-kyung exposing just a thin arm.
“Well then, why is this young lady unconscious? Did you hit her?”
While injecting the suppressant into the exposed arm, Yang-saem carefully examined Ra-on’s sleeping face, searching for signs of injury or distress.
Her heat hadn’t subsided yet, nor had Do-kyung administered any suppressants himself. It was impossible for her to have satisfied her omega urges in such a short time, leaving Yang-saem understandably concerned as a physician.
At that moment, Do-kyung’s legs twitched slightly, drawing Yang-saem’s attention.
The sharp glares from both Yang-saem and Joon turned murderous. Could it be that this shameless brute had harmed her?
“I doubt there’s much to hit on such a small frame.”
Do-kyung’s muttering made Yang-saem furrow his brow angrily.
“If you dared lay a hand on her, you’d already be writhing under my fists!”
“I could kick you out with these legs if I wanted, ugh!”
Joon, who had foolishly interjected, found himself shoved back after being smacked in the face by Do-kyung’s palm. He groaned in pain.
Ignoring the commotion, Yang-saem sternly demanded an explanation.
“Speak clearly. This frail old man feels like he’s about to collapse under the weight of your pheromones. Hurry up.”
Under Yang-saem’s stern glare, Do-kyung sighed. With an embarrassed expression, he finally spoke.
“…I didn’t want others to see her.”
“What?”
“I didn’t want others to see her, so I put her to sleep—with pheromones.”
“…Eh?!”
Yang-saem and Joon were utterly flabbergasted by this unexpected reasoning.
Do-kyung caught Yang-saem, who nearly stumbled backward in shock, with one hand while awkwardly glancing at Ra-on.
She lay deeply asleep, thoroughly saturated in his pheromones.
Gone was the seductive face that had lured alphas with its enticing scent.
[Hnn, ah, n-no… it’s too… ticklish here…]
Her legs twisted together, tears streaming down her cheeks—a sight both devastating and irresistible.
Do-kyung had intended to leave the building quickly with Ra-on, but her delicate hands tugging at his collar stopped him cold. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and claim her right then. Yet, he somehow managed to restrain himself.
Though his arousal strained painfully beneath his clothes, the thought of anyone else seeing Ra-on in such a vulnerable state crushed those desires instantly.
So he subdued her, drenching her in the potent allure of his alpha pheromones—the very thing omegas craved most instinctively.
Reflecting on this, Do-kyung licked his lips absently, savoring the memory.