CHDY 12

“I think I’m about to go into heat right now……”

Jaeon, who had lifted his head, spoke while looking straight ahead. He feigned composure as he met his eyes. He reminded himself that this was a chance that, once let go, would be lost forever.

Inha’s deep-set eyes, and the muscles around them, tensed. Seeing that, Jaeon felt all the muscles covering his own body tighten completely. He was reacting to the very fact that there was a reaction from him.

“……Do you want to do it with me?”

The words came out as if a stone had just dropped. The question sounded deceptively simple. It did not sound like the voice of someone who was feeling a desperate, near-death longing.

“……”

Inha silently smoked his cigarette. Every time he brought the filter to his lips, the back of his hand that rose up kept drawing Jaeon’s attention. Was it because his skin was pale? A reddish hue seemed to circle his fingers and knuckles. The thick veins covering the back of his hand had a bluish tint. The pale white, the red, and the blue, Jaeon stared at that exquisite harmony like a man possessed.

Inha flicked the cigarette away as if tossing it and ground it out with the sole of his dress shoe. Jaeon was only looking at him. His dazed stare only ended after the crushed remains of the cigarette were revealed.

“No.”

Jaeon did not properly hear the answer. The word was too short, and it all happened in an instant. He saw Inha turning away. Panicked, Jaeon unknowingly grabbed the man’s elbow.

The man, who had placed a hand on the car door, tilted his head slightly. His downcast gaze rested on the elbow that was being held. After a short silence of staring, Inha opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

His two eyes turned towards Jaeon.

“……”

I’m sorry, the low voice echoed repeatedly in his ears. Jaeon’s eyes went blank as he finally understood the situation. He could now also understand what the man had uttered just before. That was right. It was all a very concise and polite refusal.

Jaeon’s hand that was holding the elbow fell away. Along with his hand, his head also slowly drooped. His eyelids blinked rapidly. Jaeon felt his face and ears grow hot. Seeing that the heat went all the way down to his neck, he could picture what a miserable sight he must be.

He wanted to say he was sorry. But before he could muster the courage to speak, Inha got into his car. Thud, Jaeon’s shoulders flinched slightly at the sound of the closing door.

The car, with its engine started, smoothly exited the alley. In the time it took to blink a few times, the car’s body disappeared, leaving only smoke behind. The only one left on the quiet night street was Jaeon.

The streetlight was directly above Jaeon. The only light in the alley shone lonesomely on his bowed head. It intensely illuminated his figure, hunched over and shrunken as much as possible.

Something warm flowed down his cheek. Jaeon realized he was crying and ended up bursting into laughter. And then he cried again. He quietly let the emotions he didn’t want to be caught feeling drop to the ground.

He couldn’t stand there for long. Wiping his eyes, he took a step. It was only a few steps before a strange sound, like heuk, burst from his mouth.

“Hahk……”

A rough breath passed through his throat. Jaeon covered his mouth and leaned against a wall.

“……”

Both his breathing and his pulse had become abnormally fast. He felt a drastic change, like an attack that had been lying in wait and started all at once. Something gushed out from below, and his waist buckled. The sensation, which he was experiencing for the first time in his life, was horrifying.

He felt the control over his body had been reversed in an instant. Jaeon gritted his teeth tightly. Bending his back and bracing himself against the wall, he hurried his steps. His legs were trembling. He knew the drug would take effect in ten minutes, but he hadn’t known it would be to this extent. The fear that it might be a side effect also crept up on him.

His pulse was racing below his navel. His crotch became unusually hot. He felt a sensation of being on edge, sensitive to the tips of his fingers and toes. He became conscious of everything that touched his body. Even the clothes he was wearing felt uncomfortable. It was as if small insects were stuck all over his body.

He couldn’t walk at all. He panted in shock and panic. With no way to confirm if this was what a heat was supposed to be like, his future seemed pitch black. He had skimmed through some reviews, but he had not seen any specific descriptions of a reaction like this. Most of them were just posts describing it as the most ecstatic sex ever. He hadn’t even read those properly.

He managed to hide himself, almost crawling. It was a dirty, narrow space next to the parking lot of a residential building.

“Heuu, euum, heuuum……”

He moaned with his mouth clamped shut. Could he endure in this state until the drug wore off? A wave of fear washed over him, but he clenched his teeth. He could endure it. He thought it would pass safely.

It was hard to breathe properly. His whole body kept panting. His physical condition grew more and more serious. The fever kept getting worse, and the itchy symptoms also intensified.

He buried his face in his bent knees. Even while curled up in a ball like a pill bug, his body kept twitching. He found himself rubbing and tossing about. Tears came to his eyes from the unresolved agony.

…There was no way he would accept.

Jaeon was sick of his own foolishness. He was ashamed of himself for believing so firmly that he would not refuse. He didn’t know why he had believed the words of strangers he didn’t even know, that he would accept any partner as long as they were an Omega in heat, as if it were gospel. It was a case of seeing only what he wanted to see and hearing only what he wanted to hear.

In the first place, he might not have even thought Jaeon was an Omega. He might have seen through his act of pretending to be an Omega, pretending to be on the verge of heat.

Jaeon’s appearance was no different from any other ordinary Beta. Just average and plain. If he insisted he was an Omega, his looks would certainly arouse suspicion from people. Moreover, who would believe that such a shabby and frail man was an Omega?

Jaeon felt as if the fog in his mind had lifted and he had been struck by a blind spot too late. His entire body grew hot with shame, not excitement. For a moment, he had forgotten to know his place, something he had always done since he was old enough to understand. The result of being blinded by greed and forgetting was devastating.

His body twitched intermittently. Every time he heard the footsteps of people passing through the alley, the sound of them talking, Jaeon flinched in surprise. Now, his body was trembling more from fear than from excitement. It was all so frightening, as if he had been stripped naked and pushed out onto the street.

It was true that he was in a dangerous situation. If the drug’s effect was in full swing, if he was releasing even a little bit of pheromones, there was a possibility of being discovered by a passing Alpha. As he thought that, the sound of footsteps became even more terrifying.

“Hmph…!”

He bit his lip hard and clutched his trembling arms. The only thought in his head was that he had to endure it somehow. But then, doubts arose. Could he endure it? Could he bear it when it was this agonizing? What if someone discovered him? Wouldn’t it be safer to just call a taxi and go home? He would search for a way to escape, but then a sob would leak out when he felt his lower body tensed up and on edge. He couldn’t bring himself to even think about moving.

He felt his rear, as if it were thoroughly soaked. Every time he stirred from the agony, he felt a leaking sensation. He was stuck having to endure here for hours. He couldn’t go outside in this state.

“Sob, euh… Mom……”

In his desperation, he found himself calling for his mom without realizing it. Tears kept coming. The feeling of small needles poking and prodding his skin was agonizing. Every time he detected sexual arousal amidst it all, self-loathing washed over him as well.

“Uat.”

Jaeon let out a scream. His body was forcibly pulled up, and he staggered. He felt something thick and hard on his forearm. It was pulling his body up and supporting him.

“……”

He wondered if he was dreaming now. Jaeon’s wet eyes opened wide.

“Let’s go.”

The voice speaking rang in his ear. His body felt like it was floating. Trying to chase away the bizarre sensations, Jaeon shook his head from side to side. He tried to get a grip on himself and looked up again.

“You don’t want to?”

Me? No. That’s not it. Jaeon desperately denied it. Words overflowed in his head, but his lips were frozen.

“Why, do you want to do it outside again?”

This time, he understood exactly what he was saying. This time, he really shook his head no.

“……N, o.”

He answered with difficulty. His voice was crushed, and his waist kept trying to buckle. Inha, who looked down at Jaeon as if thinking for a moment, spoke.

“Let’s go to my place. It’s close from here.”

As if he had been waiting for those words, Jaeon nodded his head like crazy. A flicker of contempt crossed the eyes looking down at him, but Jaeon did not see it.

Inha grabbed Jaeon’s forearm and led him out of the space. Jaeon entrusted his body to him as he was led. His car was parked in the alley. After putting Jaeon in the passenger seat, Inha started the car. Next to him as he drove, Jaeon huddled his body as much as possible. Even while panting and breathing with difficulty, he couldn’t sit comfortably for fear of dirtying the seat.

The car smelled of him. A faint smell of leather was mixed with the scent of his cologne. Jaeon, in the middle of smelling the scent, glanced to the side. He saw his side profile as he drove with a blank expression. The firm hand holding the steering wheel came into his downcast view.

Inha, noticing his gaze, turned his head. Jaeon quickly turned his eyes to the car window as if he hadn’t been looking at all. Sweat beaded wetly on his forehead and temples as he looked out the window.

Jaeon let out a small groan as if in pain. He gripped his own forearm tightly until the blood circulation was cut off. His fingernails dug into his clothes, painfully crushing his forearm. Still, he didn’t stop.

The part that had been touched by Inha was so hot he couldn’t stand it.

“You said you wanted to do it.”

It was his house. Jaeon stood awkwardly, unable to control his feverish body. Inha led Jaeon to the side of the bed. Letting go of Jaeon’s forearm, which he had gripped tightly, he commanded once more.

“Do it.”

His voice was calm. It sounded as if he wanted to get a bothersome task over with quickly. In front of that indifferent gaze, Jaeon swallowed with difficulty. Just the fact that the beautiful face was much closer than usual made his fingertips tingle. Not just his skin, but his insides, his throat, were all hot. The tension and excitement were clearly felt with each rising breath.

If it were his usual self, he would have lowered his eyes and run away. But Jaeon boldly reached out his hand. He brought his hand to Inha’s shirt, which was buttoned up to his neck. And in an instant, he undid one button. It was the moment he truly felt the effect of the heat inducer that was paralyzing his reason.

Haa……

A ball of heat escaped his lips. Come to think of it, it seemed to be the first time he had seen him dressed so neatly. Jaeon looked at the shirt, white like his skin. His body, with its well-developed frame and muscles, was tautly wrapped in the fabric.

With both hands, he undid the buttons one by one. The skin underneath was gradually revealed. The tattoo that had been hidden also began to reveal its shape little by little. Because of the rising tension, Jaeon forgot to breathe.

Slowly but quickly, the shirt was unbuttoned and opened. His admiring gaze fell upon the thick neck and sturdy shoulders. The wing that was always visible on one side of his nape, he now knew, actually extended to his shoulder blade.

It was a drawing of an angel. The magnificent form was reminiscent of a religious painting. Etched onto the skin, as clean as white powder, it did not look like a simple tattoo.

“……”

As if admiring a work of art, Jaeon was filled with awe. His stomach grew hot and was enveloped in an unknown sense of elation. What he saw, what he touched, and even the body scent he smelled were all ecstatic. Under the strong stimulation, Jaeon panted for breath. As the symptoms of heat intensified, it became difficult to keep his balance.