CHDY 13

He couldn’t stand upright, his waist kept buckling. A sticky sensation oozed slowly from behind. Unable to watch any longer, Inha pressed Jaeon’s shoulders, forcing him to sit on the bed. He leaned his heavy frame forward, looming over the seated Jaeon.

In front of the approaching lower body, Jaeon blinked rapidly. He instinctively grabbed onto the thick, firm thighs. Realizing he needed to undress the lower half, he moved his hands to the waistband of Inha’s pants.

“Hng…!”

Unfastening the belt proved difficult. His hands kept losing strength, which was the main issue. All his energy seemed to pool downward, causing his lower body to twitch uncontrollably. Jaeon felt flustered by the strange, writhing movements of his own body.

His hands, reaching for the buckle, slipped repeatedly. His heart pounded with a mix of tension and excitement. His stomach churned as if pricked by something sharp. Despite fumbling with the front of the pants, he made no progress, and a sigh came from above.

Watching him struggle, Inha finally extended his hand. A large hand, like that of a pianist, covered Jaeon’s slender, flat one. Inha grabbed Jaeon’s hand and pushed it aside. With a hint of irritation, he unbuckled his belt and stripped off his own pants.

In an instant, he was completely naked. His nipples and genitals were exposed without hesitation. His penis was, for some reason, nearly fully erect. Its color was pale, tinged with pink.

Jaeon stared at it in shock. He couldn’t help but be stunned not only by the color but also by its shape and size. Gulp, the thick, twitching glans was prominent. The shaft extending from it was unusually long and thick. Overwhelmed by its imposing presence, Jaeon quickly lowered his gaze. It felt like he had seen something he shouldn’t have.

“…”

His groin ached from the tight pull. He felt his breathing grow rough. While excitement surged, a sense of relief came from confirming the drug’s effects. Inha’s arousal was proof enough. It meant that, however faintly, Jaeon was emitting pheromones. Thanks to the drug, he wasn’t the only one unilaterally aroused, and that fact brought him joy.

“…Aren’t you going to undress?”

Jaeon let out an “Ah” and looked down at his clothes. It was as if he only just realized he needed to undress too. Trembling slightly, he grabbed the hem of his outerwear. For some reason, a part of him felt reluctant. He was hesitant about revealing his body. But he knew it was absurd to cling to such self-consciousness at this point.

He emptied all the condoms from his pocket. Placing them on the bed, he took off his jacket. Hesitantly, he stood and removed his pants. When only his briefs remained, he wavered. But keeping them on wasn’t an option either. The thoroughly soaked underwear transparently revealed his skin.

Panting like someone in pain, he stripped off everything he was wearing. Now naked, Jaeon was gazed at intently by Inha. Unconsciously, Jaeon covered his groin. He was embarrassed by how wet his erect penis was, the sensation rising to his core. At the sound of Inha’s soft chuckle, accompanied by a small snort, Jaeon’s head drooped further.

“Looks like you’re still holding up.”

“Huh?”

“…No,” Inha added.

“It’s just that I’ve never seen a heat-triggered omega stay this composed.”

Jaeon’s heart thumped loudly. With trembling eyes, he looked up at Inha. He saw clear, bead-like eyes. They were pure but carried a chilling edge. The more he observed, the more they resembled a lake with unfathomable depths. Just staring into them made him feel distant and dizzy.

Jaeon lowered his gaze. Far from grasping the true meaning of Inha’s words, his fear only deepened. His eyes darted around as he panted. Precum dripped between his legs. Letting out a shaky “Haa,” he lunged forward. Clinging to Inha’s shoulders, he pressed their lips together.

“Hm…!”

Inha’s scent enveloped him intensely. Without realizing it, Jaeon rubbed against the point of contact. It was a body as solid as stone. When the hard male organ brushed against him, his entire body flushed with heat. Clutching Inha’s nape, he sucked on his lips.

“Ah, hnn…, mm…”

His charge was an attempt to feign losing control to his heat. But as their lips and bodies pressed together, genuine excitement surged. His rationality was slipping away. From his penis and unspeakable places, fluids gushed out with a squish. It felt so good that strange whimpers escaped him.

“Hng, ah…”

Pulling their lips apart, he let out a burst of breath. Blinking his heated eyes, Jaeon lowered his heels. His vision cleared, revealing the scene around him. It was a mess. Inha’s abdomen, and even his penis, were slick with sticky fluid—all left by Jaeon.

The room had an obviously luxurious carpet. It, too, was stained. The fluids overflowing from Jaeon’s rear had trickled down his legs. Several large and small marks were visible. The light-toned carpet with subtle patterns made the stains glaringly obvious.

They silently looked down at the embarrassing sight. Oblivious, Jaeon’s organ twitched, leaking more precum. It rubbed against Inha’s still-touching abdomen. The viscosity of the fluids created sticky strings stretching between his penis and Inha’s stomach, resembling the strands left when pulling apart something glued together. It was a sight too mortifying to look at directly.

“…”

Jaeon bowed his head, his face burning as if on fire. It was more humiliating than the time in elementary school when he wet his pants at school. Inha reached for Jaeon’s chin, as if urging him to lift his head. Startled, Jaeon flinched away from the touch. He didn’t want to show his ugly face. It was surely as red as a roasted sweet potato—a phrase he often heard in school when his face flushed beyond red to purple.

His breathing grew ragged, caught between excitement and shame. Inha withdrew his hand and looked at him quietly. In a moment, he leaned forward, lowering his head. His firm grip pulled Jaeon’s neck closer. Surprised, Jaeon’s eyes widened as he grabbed Inha’s shoulders. Their lips locked deeply, tongues intertwining. His wide eyes gradually softened, narrowed, and then closed.

They embraced and lost themselves in the kiss. As they passionately pressed their flesh together, shame vanished, replaced by overwhelming excitement. At some point, they climbed onto the bed. Jaeon straddled Inha, who was seated, and they faced each other in an embrace. He buried his face in Inha’s nape.

His nose and lips pressed against firm flesh. Rubbing his face against it, Jaeon kissed and nibbled at Inha’s sturdy nape. He gently caressed it, licking with his tongue. Instinctively savoring the scent, he grazed it with his teeth. Even though Inha hadn’t taken omega heat inducers, it wasn’t his pheromones Jaeon smelled. Still, it was enough. Inha’s scent and flesh alone drove him wild.

“Nn…”

Jaeon’s hands fumbled over Inha’s body. His fingers slid from the neck to the shoulders. They traced over the broad wings of his back as if drawing atop them. It was a body like a statue. Nothing about it felt real. Jaeon exhaled hotly, blinking rapidly. He thought he needed to take it all in now. If not now, he might never see Inha’s body again. His flat, clumsy fingers moved delicately, as if touching something precious. He traced every vein on Inha’s forearms, not missing a single one.

“Ha…”

A sigh escaped Inha’s lips. Jaeon paused his touching and looked up. Worried that Inha might dislike it, he checked, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Inha’s brow was slightly furrowed, but his eyes didn’t convey displeasure. There was no hint of rejection.

Inha continued to let Jaeon, now fully aroused, touch him freely. He seemed indifferent, as if he didn’t want it but wouldn’t resist either. Occasionally, his muscles tensed, or he let out a low breath, almost like a sigh. Whether it was mere ticklishness or some other sensation was unclear. It didn’t matter. To Jaeon, it was simply endearing. Every slight flinch from Inha filled him with an indescribable, surging heat.

“Hng, mm…”

Jaeon’s hand finally reached Inha’s penis. The precum that had gathered at the thick tip trickled down. It felt like a waste, and he wanted to lick it up. Suppressing the urge, Jaeon caressed the man’s organ. He stroked the shaft up and down, as he would his own. Even with such simple touches, the penis grew larger and harder. A strange sense of pride welled up in him.

Quickly, with this, quickly…

Jaeon’s body burned as he climbed onto Inha. He wanted to take it in, as deeply as possible. As he tried to insert it, fleeting images flashed through his mind. They were from a video he had watched to prepare for acting like an omega. The explicit scenes were overwhelming, and though he had watched it for reference, he couldn’t bring himself to mimic them and had turned it off.

Aligning the penis with his entrance, Jaeon clenched his teeth. He realized anew that imitating others in the heat of the moment was impossible. Beyond his natural limitations, the situation itself was overwhelming. Just feeling their bare skin together pushed him to his limit. He was proud of himself for not losing his mind amidst the flood of sensations every moment.

“Ah, hng…”

The tight entrance kept pushing the glans out. Jaeon held the penis, trying to guide it in. The tip slipped in slightly but was pushed back out. The organ was too thick and long. He thought the slickness would help it slide in, but it didn’t. Even amidst the struggle, his excitement didn’t wane. Jaeon gripped Inha’s shoulders tightly, burying his face in them. It was unclear whether he was trying to insert it or just rubbing it between his buttocks for stimulation. His hips moved like those of a dog in heat. Somehow, Jaeon reached climax alone, ejaculating.

“Ha…”

Jaeon couldn’t easily let go of the body he held. He barely lifted his head. Fortunately, nothing had splattered, but the semen that had gushed out was smeared everywhere. His buttocks were sticky too. Looking at the hand that had held the penis, he saw it coated in fluids.

As Jaeon stared at his palm, he raised his head. Inha, frowning slightly, was breathing heavily. His forehead, like Jaeon’s, was damp with sweat.

“…Condom.”

“…Huh?”

Jaeon, voice trembling and hoarse, asked again. Distracted by Inha’s unfamiliar expression and parted lips, he hadn’t heard a thing.

“Put on a condom.”

Jaeon’s mouth opened with an “Ah.” He hurriedly pulled away. Climbing off Inha, he moved toward the foot of the bed. The condoms he had taken from his jacket were scattered haphazardly. Gathering them all, he turned to see Inha leaning against the headboard. His legs were spread, revealing the inner sides of his thick thighs. The long, firm legs dangled on either side, exuding an oddly intimidating aura.

“…”

It felt like an unspoken command to come between his legs. Lowering his eyes, Jaeon swallowed hard. Clutching the condoms, he crawled forward. He searched for the largest size among them. He had brought a bigger size just in case, and now he was glad he did.

His hands trembled with excitement. He wiped his sweat- and fluid-soaked hands on his thighs. Still, the wrapper wouldn’t open easily. It was as if he’d forgotten how to do it. Like when he struggled to remove Inha’s shirt and pants, his hands kept slipping.

“…Your concept’s pretty tricky.”

The penis he needed to put the condom on was right in front of him. Jaeon, who had been fumbling with the wrapper, looked up. His eyes gleamed with innocent confusion, not understanding Inha’s words.

“You’re good at wild orgies outdoors.”

“…”

“But you can’t undress someone or put on a condom.”

Inha’s lips curled into a slight smirk.