DHG Ch 70

After casting a slender gaze into the air for a moment as if sizing something up, Jang Seungyung turned to look at Heewoo, who was bustling back and forth in the kitchen.

Guess I’ll go help set the table for now.

He couldn’t help but smile as he recalled the face that had looked even happier at the mention of galbi-jjim than when he’d called him pretty.

Yes, that was all that mattered, that he could learn to smile so healthily, taking in only good things with his eyes. The hideous truth could be shouldered solely by that bastard who deserved to be drawn and quartered, Kim Jinhwan.

He stepped back inside, into the warmth filled only with the tranquility of the waiting Kwon Heewoo, who now knew how to smile.

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Two days later, the results of Heewoo’s pheromone test came out. It was a bright day with a sun like a spring day’s warmth. At the hospital they visited again together, Heewoo received the test results and heard from the doctor why the heat suppressants hadn’t worked.

“Fortunately, there are no major issues. The reason the suppressants didn’t work seems to be because the alpha whose pheromone showers you’ve been receiving is of a rare dominant nature, and your pheromone compatibility is exceptionally good.”

The prescribed suppressants were for omegas who couldn’t control their pheromones, but the doctor explained that because of Jang Seungyung’s pheromones, Heewoo’s body had recovered to a normal state faster than expected, rendering the medication ineffective.

“It actually turned out to be a good thing. Going through your heat cycle naturally was beneficial for your body. Continue to receive pheromone showers often.”

The doctor’s encouraging smile was so warm that Heewoo felt the worries he had been secretly harboring begin to melt away.

After the consultation, Jang Seungyung said he needed to have a separate consultation about relatives with the same sub-gender. While waiting for him, a couple of the man’s direct subordinates, whose faces he recognized, waited nearby pretending to be another party, so he didn’t feel anxious.

Heewoo looked down through the glass window at the main street next to the hospital. Tree branches swaying freely in the wind, people taking pictures of early-blooming flowers with their phones, footsteps bustling toward their respective destinations. He leaned against the window frame and waited until that everyday scenery no longer looked unfamiliar.

That night, after returning from the hospital visit.

The man who had gifted him a day that was all the more luxurious for its ordinariness was being particularly mischievous with Heewoo. The pheromone shower, meant for therapeutic purposes, was his excuse. And then, for the first time in a while, he entered Heewoo. Although they had tangled together naked every night, it was the first time they had engaged in penetrative sex since the heat cycle, so Heewoo was extremely tense.

“Hngh…”

Under the dimly lit bedroom lights, the two of them were connected, holding each other tightly.

Heewoo swallowed down one moan after another, receiving the enormous phallus into his wide-open, wrinkle-free entrance.

The sensation of being so stretched open after such a long time was already overwhelming, but the hard, broad chest pressing firmly against his own was an excessive stimulation. The flesh of his particularly sensitive nipples was constantly being crushed, and moans kept escaping his lips.

“W-wait a moment…”

Unable to bear it any longer, he gave the thick shoulders a slight push. He was relieved for a moment when the large body obediently pulled back, but then a large hand slipped between their chests.

“Ah…!”

Heewoo gasped as a small piece of flesh on his chest was seized tightly. The firm flesh bulged between Jang Seungyung’s fingers.

“Why is this so soft?”

“Hng! Ah…!”

Heewoo bit his lip as he was playfully kneaded. The tip of his chin, busy trying to stifle his sounds, trembled slightly. Jang Seungyung, who had been nibbling his way up that jawline, suddenly moved his fingers gently.

“Hnng… hngh, nh…”

The sensation, like being tickled on the chest with a feather, brought tears to Heewoo’s eyes, and he was filled with a sense of defeat. It was better when he was being squeezed hard. The gentle caress made his stomach clench and his body tense up on its own. It was something he’d learned while sharing nights with Jang Seungyung; his body was much weaker to soft stimulation.

“Heugh…”

“Haa, stop tightening.”

The man sighed. As if he had keenly noticed the change in response, he furrowed his brow and a smile formed on his sharp lips.

“Honestly-“

“Heugh, ah…!”

“You only like soft things, don’t you. Huh?”

Jang Seungyung opened his mouth wide. He mumbled as he gently bit and sucked on the small chin he had been kissing.

“Huu, why is your chin so… smooth. Hmm?”

It was a characteristic most omegas had, but the man, thoroughly blinded by love, bit and licked his chin until it tingled. Heewoo protested, trying to hide his tears.

“Your chin is… also smooth…. Hngh.”

Two nights ago, Jang Seungyung had casually pointed it out, but having no suitable alternative, Heewoo was still calling him Boss.

Heewoo gasped for breath and reached out his hand. He touched Jang Seungyung’s jawline, which felt anything but smooth, with its rough stubble, and soon let out a cry.

“Ah…! Ahh, ah…!”

It was because the in-and-out movements had suddenly become merciless. The two knees hooked over Jang Seungyung’s shoulders vibrated with each thrust. Every time, his coarse pubic hair rubbed stickily against Heewoo’s softly swollen perineum and hole. The raw, rough sensation on his sensitive skin made Heewoo feel his cheeks burn hot.

“Ah, ng, hngh…!”

“Huu. Mine’s shaved.”

Jang Seungyung caught Heewoo’s hand that had been stroking his jaw and began to nibble on his fingertips. He lowered his large shoulders again. He continued speaking while biting the smooth chin, where one could barely see any peach fuzz.

“Hmm? In case I leave a mark on this soft, soft skin, I do it every morning and night…. Huh? Should I get a full body wax or something?”

“No- Nngh, hng, no…!”

“What do you mean, no? Your chin is smooth, your armpits are smooth, your crotch is… haa, so smooth like this.”

That night, Jang Seungyung bit and sucked every part he had described as “smooth.” It was the pinnacle of the gentle caresses that Heewoo was overly sensitive to. His whole body trembling due to the overheated sensations, Heewoo eventually burst into tears.

“Why are you crying?”

Jang Seungyung stopped his thrusting movements and held Heewoo from behind. Feeling the hot, hard body press against his back, Heewoo barely managed to suppress his sobs.

“I’m… hhk, I’m just…”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Too… clumsy, hhk, I think.”

Crying at the drop of a hat…. Heewoo’s voice trailed off as he confessed the reason. A smile slowly crept into Jang Seungyung’s eyes, which until then had been brimming with lewd desire.

“Clumsy? You?”

He pulled Heewoo’s crying face into his chest, trying hard to swallow the laughter that was about to escape.

“Where? Even when you cry, you’re fucking clumsily pretty.”

It was true. Kwon Heewoo was devastatingly pretty even when he cried. He cupped the small, sniffling face in his palm and declared seriously.

“How can you be this pretty?”

“……”

“Even with a tearful face, even when your eyebrows droop…. Even with a runny nose, even with wrinkles on your chin, even when you’re sniffling and tightening around my dick so painfully it feels like you’re gonna bite it off, you’re pretty. Haa, you’re tightening again.”

Heewoo hugged the man who had started his vulgar talk. Of course, he couldn’t completely shut that mouth just by hugging his neck, which was as solid as a tree trunk.

“Speaking of which…. Don’t squeeze so tight.”

Jang Seungyung, who was licking and sucking his earlobe, thrusted up forcefully. Receiving the massive phallus deep into his thoroughly wet mucous membrane, Heewoo’s hips trembled as if having a seizure. A sticky sound kept coming from their junction as the thick member pulled out again. The man changed his position to openly admire the spot where the wet, frictional sounds were pooling.

“You can’t even put strength in your hands and thighs, but your hole is so strong?”

By Jang Seungyung’s standards, it might not have been much, but Heewoo’s eyes welled up with tears again. Unable to bear the persistent gaze, he covered his wide-open rear with his hands, but timed to that moment, the man thrust his hips up teasingly. The way he blatantly crushed the tingling spot deep inside his flesh made Heewoo tilt his chin back again.

“Ah, eugh, nngh…!”

“Are you trying to bite me off again? You should nibble gently. Move your hands…”

A torrent of all sorts of obscene words, laced with laughter, poured from the man who was relentlessly entering his body.

His whole body grew hot as if hit by a fireball due to the deeply lewd voice. A tender yet forceful hand firmly opened his knees. Heewoo squeezed his eyes shut as he received the man into his exposed, red hole. Apart from his mind reeling from the somewhat vulgar words and actions, he had come to accept that such talk was one of the elements of having sex with Jang Seungyung.

“Hnng, ah, slo, slowly…!”

“…Haa…”

“Hng, slowly…”

At some point, losing control, Heewoo reached out a hand against the fierce, penetrating movements. Jang Seungyung immediately clasped the trembling hand, controlled his breathing, and changed his position. He intertwined their fingers and their lips.

Heewoo, blinking his teary eyes, was the first to desperately suck and lick the lips that were pressed against his. Jang Seungyung, who had frozen for a moment, soon grabbed the back of Heewoo’s head and began to kiss him as if to devour him.

“Hngh, mmmph…”

“Huu, always acting all ticklish like a little kid.”

The two of them repeatedly bit and swallowed each other’s heated breaths.