FF Chapter 19

A soft laugh, along with a breath, escaped over the sensitive skin of Ji Yeonwoo’s neck, sending shivers down his spine wherever it brushed. Each time it happened, Ji Yeonwoo flinched noticeably, adjusting his grip around Choi Muhyeok’s neck, clinging tightly.

Choi Muhyeok glanced at Ji Yeonwoo, then buried his face further into Ji Yeonwoo’s neck, sucking on the soft skin. The sensation sent a sharp thrill through Ji Yeonwoo’s body, with heat pooling in his lower abdomen.

“Instead of just saying no, you should tell me what feels good too.”

Choi Muhyeok whispered as he planted kisses on Ji Yeonwoo’s neck. Ji Yeonwoo bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape. It was the first time he had felt such discomfort from the tightness of his pants.

Choi Muhyeok, loosening the grip he had on Ji Yeonwoo’s waist, lowered him to the floor. The moment Ji Yeonwoo’s feet touched the ground, his legs gave out, the strength he had been using to hold himself up suddenly gone.

Supporting Ji Yeonwoo’s waist with one arm, Choi Muhyeok slid his leg between Ji Yeonwoo’s legs. Ji Yeonwoo tensed and squirmed as his sensitive area pressed against Choi Muhyeok’s firm thigh.

“When did this happen?”

Without waiting for a response, Choi Muhyeok’s hand grasped Ji Yeonwoo’s swollen arousal through his pants. As Choi Muhyeok kneaded the bulge, Ji Yeonwoo trembled, placing his hands on Choi Muhyeok’s shoulders, unsure of what to do.

“Ah, don’t… please…”

“Are you only going to keep telling me to stop? Should I really stop?”

Choi Muhyeok paused, prompting Ji Yeonwoo to quickly raise his head. With his face flushed red, Ji Yeonwoo looked at him with wavering eyes.

“Tell me. I’ll do whatever you want, Ji Yeonwoo.”

Ji Yeonwoo’s gaze dropped to Choi Muhyeok’s pants. They looked even more strained than his own. The bulge in Choi Muhyeok’s pants was so large that just looking at it made Ji Yeonwoo feel suffocated.

“It looks like you’re having a hard time too, Managing Director.”

With a delicate, pale hand, Ji Yeonwoo lightly brushed over the bulge in Choi Muhyeok’s pants. Choi Muhyeok froze at the touch, furrowing his brow deeply as he grabbed Ji Yeonwoo’s wrist.

“Are you seriously worrying about my cock right now? Should I be happy about that or not?”

With that, Choi Muhyeok pushed Ji Yeonwoo against the door, leaning in close.

“So, if I tell you we should, are you going to do it? Can you handle it?”

Ji Yeonwoo, his face flushed red, stared at Choi Muhyeok as if entranced and unknowingly nodded. At that, Choi Muhyeok let out a small laugh and muttered softly, “Cute.”

“Yeonwoo, you need to pick your battles when you’re being provocative.”

Choi Muhyeok leaned in so close that their noses almost touched, whispering the words as he lightly brushed his lips against Ji Yeonwoo’s. The soft, fleeting touches of their lips echoed in the room, creating lewd sounds that resonated in the air.

Each kiss sent a tingling sensation through Ji Yeonwoo’s lower abdomen. Even though it was just light, repeated pecks, it felt far more sensual than any deep kiss he had experienced.

After several kisses, Choi Muhyeok rested his forehead against Ji Yeonwoo’s.

“Even if you beg for it tonight, I’m not going to give in.”

“Like last time?”

Ji Yeonwoo cautiously asked, recalling the first time the atmosphere had escalated between them. With one hand, Choi Muhyeok cupped Ji Yeonwoo’s flushed cheek and neck, continuing the conversation.

“Yes. But it won’t end like that time. We should improve each time, don’t you think?”

Choi Muhyeok moved closer, whispering into Ji Yeonwoo’s ear. Startled, Ji Yeonwoo turned his head, looking at him in confusion.

He couldn’t fully comprehend what Choi Muhyeok meant. Choi Muhyeok, usually so gentle even in bed, would never proceed without protection. And he wasn’t someone who would recklessly push forward just because the mood struck. Lost in thought, Ji Yeonwoo was brought back to the moment by the gentle caress of Choi Muhyeok’s hand on his cheek and neck. Ji Yeonwoo refocused his gaze.

“I’ll take it slow. Step by step.”

“…”

“Until only the habits I’ve taught you remain…”

“…”

“I’ll make sure no bad memories are left behind.”

With that, Choi Muhyeok intertwined his fingers with Ji Yeonwoo’s, gently squeezing. Feeling the soft pull of Choi Muhyeok’s lips on his own, Ji Yeonwoo slowly closed his eyes.

Caught up in the intoxicating atmosphere, they kissed feverishly, with Choi Muhyeok’s hands sliding down to remove both Ji Yeonwoo’s pants and underwear. The sudden exposure to the air made Ji Yeonwoo flinch, instinctively pressing closer.

While still kissing Ji Yeonwoo, Choi Muhyeok hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. With a sharp sound, Choi Muhyeok’s fully erect member sprang free, brushing against Ji Yeonwoo’s own arousal as their bodies pressed together.

Ji Yeonwoo froze at the sensation of something much larger and heavier than his own. He glanced down in shock, realizing just how much bigger Choi Muhyeok was. Nervously, he looked back up at him.

Choi Muhyeok, still kissing Ji Yeonwoo, reached down and wrapped his hand around both of their erections.

“Mmph!”

Startled by the unexpected sensation, Ji Yeonwoo flinched, trying to pull back. But Choi Muhyeok slid his thigh between Ji Yeonwoo’s legs, supporting him while stroking both of them in his hand.

“Ah… uh!”

It was an unfamiliar kind of stimulation, one Ji Yeonwoo had never experienced before. The coolness and size of Choi Muhyeok’s hand, wrapped around him, made Ji Yeonwoo leak with just a few strokes.

His mind was blank. The pressure from Choi Muhyeok’s large hand sent jolts of pleasure through his entire body. His legs trembled, barely able to support him. If not for Choi Muhyeok’s thigh, Ji Yeonwoo might have collapsed from the intensity of it all.

“Ah, ngh, ha!”

The lewd sounds echoing in his ears felt like hallucinations. With each kiss, his breath grew shallow, and the overwhelming pleasure clouded his mind more and more.

It was curious how even though such a sensitive area was being touched by someone else, Ji Yeonwoo didn’t feel any fear. It was the first time that during an act similar to sex, fear wasn’t present. Instead, he felt like he wanted to be touched a bit more, leaving Ji Yeonwoo wondering if this was normal.

As Choi Muhyeok kissed him, swirling his tongue, he released the grip on both of their intertwined members and pressed his thumb firmly on the tip of Ji Yeonwoo’s urethra.

“Mm, uh!”

Startled, Ji Yeonwoo jerked and pulled his lips away, trembling.

“S- Sir, I don’t like this… I-I think I’m going to… ugh.”

“You want to cum?”

Choi Muhyeok whispered in his ear as he circled his thumb over the urethral opening, causing Ji Yeonwoo to hold him tighter, pressing his forehead against Choi Muhyeok’s shoulder as he moaned.

“Ah, sir, please… I want to… mm, I want to cum, please?”

Even as Ji Yeonwoo pleaded in a voice thick with moans, Choi Muhyeok didn’t stop. Desperate, Ji Yeonwoo pressed trembling lips to Choi Muhyeok’s neck, kissing softly, making small sounds.

“Sir, please…”

“Hah, you’re a lot more sensual than I thought, Ji Yeonwoo.”

As Choi Muhyeok finally moved his thumb away from Ji Yeonwoo’s urethra, Ji Yeonwoo’s frail body jerked upwards. Thick, milky white liquid spilled over his heaving chest.

“Mm, uh, hah…”

Overcome with the feeling of release, Ji Yeonwoo collapsed against Choi Muhyeok’s chest. Choi Muhyeok caught him with one arm, continuing to hold his member to draw out the orgasm.

“You held out well. Good job.”

Choi Muhyeok embraced the trembling Ji Yeonwoo, stroking his sweat-drenched hair and kissing his flushed cheek.

“We need to clean up before we sleep.”

With his face buried in Choi Muhyeok’s firm chest, Ji Yeonwoo replied weakly, “I can’t move my body.”

“But I doubt you’d want me to wash you up.”

Ji Yeonwoo jerked his head up at those words, bracing his hands on Choi Muhyeok’s chest. Choi Muhyeok chuckled at the reaction.

“Alright, alright. Don’t look at me like that.”

He tugged playfully at Ji Yeonwoo’s still-blushing cheek, making him wince softly.

Choi Muhyeok effortlessly lifted Ji Yeonwoo and laid him on the bed before leaving the room.

Lying there, forgetting the embarrassment of his exposed body, Ji Yeonwoo turned his head as the door opened again. Choi Muhyeok returned with a bowl of ice water and a towel.

Choi Muhyeok wiped the remnants of the release off Ji Yeonwoo’s chest with the warm towel, gently massaging Ji Yeonwoo’s limp arms and legs.

“You need to work on your stamina, Ji Yeonwoo. What will you do if your muscles cramp after something like this?”

“I do exercise… but today… ah, not there, that hurts.”

When Choi Muhyeok’s hands reached Ji Yeonwoo’s cramped calf, Ji Yeonwoo twitched and squirmed. Only then did Choi Muhyeok pause, turning to look at Ji Yeonwoo’s pale back, which had red marks. It must have been from leaning against the door and moving.

Choi Muhyeok ran his hand over the mark and leaned down to place a soft kiss on it.

“You should put on some clothes. You’re visually tempting me.”

Still with his lips against Ji Yeonwoo’s back, Choi Muhyeok exhaled quietly. Lying down, Ji Yeonwoo lifted his head to see Choi Muhyeok’s trousers, unzipped and exposing the bulge of his underwear.

‘Now that I think about it, did the Managing Director cum?’

Realizing he had been the only one to reach climax, Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes wavered. Choi Muhyeok, noticing the change in Ji Yeonwoo’s expression, smiled knowingly and pressed his lips softly to Ji Yeonwoo’s.

“Rest up. I’ll be back after I wash.”

After pulling the blanket over Ji Yeonwoo’s bare body, Choi Muhyeok walked towards the door.

Had his kisses cast a spell?

As the bed, which had sagged under their weight, slightly bounced back, a wave of drowsiness swept over Ji Yeonwoo. He needed to at least put on some underwear, but he had no energy to even move a finger. Before he knew it, Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes were slowly closing.

How much time had passed?

Sensing movement, Ji Yeonwoo opened his eyes to see a muscular chest in front of him. Still groggy, he blinked and rubbed his eyes, but nothing changed.

“You’re awake?”

Following the soft voice, Ji Yeonwoo lifted his head. He found himself gazing up at Choi Muhyeok.

Only then did Ji Yeonwoo realize he had been sleeping with his head resting on Choi Muhyeok’s arm.

“Why are you awake? You seemed to be sleeping well.”

“Just… just because.”

Ji Yeonwoo shifted slightly, moving closer to Choi Muhyeok. Choi Muhyeok, seeing this, gently embraced Ji Yeonwoo’s slender back.

“You won’t be able to head back to the shop, will you?”

“No, I have to go.”

“Are you sure you can get up?”

Ji Yeonwoo pouted his lips at Choi Muhyeok’s teasing tone and raised his head. Choi Muhyeok chuckled silently at the sight.

“My flowers are wilting, and I barely managed to condition them. If all of them die, it’ll be your responsibility.”

“So, are you suggesting I should buy them all and become a VIP?”

The word “VIP.” He already seemed to be the most important VIP to Ji Yeonwoo, so he wondered what could be lacking.

It was both absurd and amusing, so Ji Yeonwoo smiled faintly and rested his forehead on Choi Muhyeok’s chest again.

“Managing Director.”

Hearing the soft call, Choi Muhyeok rested his chin on Ji Yeonwoo’s head.

“Does it bother you that I don’t have pheromones?”

“You’re the one without pheromones, Ji Yeonwoo, so why are you worrying about my reaction?”

“Well, you know. To be honest, I’ve come to like things as they are now.”

Ji Yeonwoo blinked languidly, continuing in a dreamy voice.

“When I was an Omega, I hated how my body would move according to the pheromones, without my will. That’s why I thought it might be nice to live as a normal Beta…”

“…”

“But lately, I’ve been thinking I want to go back to being an Omega.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’m really curious about what kind of pheromones the Managing Director has. And then I started wondering if maybe you’re curious about my pheromones too.”

Ji Yeonwoo, drowsy and half-asleep, was rambling without fully understanding what he was saying. Choi Muhyeok, looking at Ji Yeonwoo’s half-closed eyes, brushed his hair aside and asked gently,

“If you don’t have pheromones, does that mean you don’t experience heats either?”

Ji Yeonwoo shook his head slightly.

“No, that’s not it. The problem is that they’re irregular.”

“How irregular are we talking?”

“Sometimes they come once every few months, and then sometimes they happen just a month apart.”

“Has it come recently?”

“No, it’s been three months now.”

“Are you saying you haven’t had one in three months?”

“Yes. So I’m feeling a bit anxious these days. If it happens suddenly while I’m working, that would be bad. If I could at least know the exact cycle, I could take suppressants in advance, but since I don’t know, it’s hard to time it right.”

“But taking suppressants excessively might reduce their effectiveness when you actually need them.”

“The hospital gave me a stronger prescription, so I carry it around. In case it happens while I’m outside, I can take it as an emergency.”

“That can’t be good for your body.”

“What choice do I have? I have to protect myself.”

He then nestled into Choi Muhyeok’s chest, pressing his face into it. Choi Muhyeok held Ji Yeonwoo in his arms and whispered softly,

“Can’t you sleep?”

“Mm, I’m sleepy. I’m tired and sleepy, but it feels like a waste to just fall asleep.”

Even though he brushed Ji Yeonwoo’s hair gently, the drowsiness took over, and Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes remained firmly closed.

“Can’t I stay awake just a little longer? Managing Director, you’re so warm and cozy.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want a human heater.”

“Just this once, okay? Please?”

Ji Yeonwoo, perhaps thinking he was being rejected, whimpered and burrowed deeper into Choi Muhyeok’s embrace. Choi Muhyeok chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Ji Yeonwoo’s shoulders.

“Is this enough for you?”

“Yes. It’s nice. So warm.”

Choi Muhyeok, gazing down at the murmuring Ji Yeonwoo, smiled. Ji Yeonwoo’s body was fully leaning against him, his lips softly curled upward.

Though he said he’d stay awake a little longer, Ji Yeonwoo quickly fell into sleep, his words trailing off like the last question mark had vanished.

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As deep night fell, Choi Muhyeok continued to gaze at the sleeping Ji Yeonwoo, lost in thought. His body felt weighed down by fatigue, but strangely, sleep eluded him.

Watching Ji Yeonwoo sleep with serious eyes, as if admiring a work of art, Choi Muhyeok reached for his phone beside the bed.

It was past 3 a.m.

Without hesitation, he pressed a speed dial number and made a call. For others, it was late at night, but for those working under Choi Muhyeok, it was like broad daylight.

[Yes, Managing Director, this is Park Jincheol.]

The phone was answered almost immediately, and a respectful man’s voice was heard. In contrast to how he treated Ji Yeonwoo, Choi Muhyeok’s expression hardened as he slowly spoke.

“Bring me someone discreet and capable.”

[Understood. Who are we tailing?]

Choi Muhyeok, hearing the cautious voice on the other end, gently brushed Ji Yeonwoo’s hair aside.

“Not so much tailing, more like having a shadow stick to them in my place.”

Though he felt sorry toward Ji Yeonwoo, he couldn’t relax without putting some insurance in place.

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In the passenger seat, Ji Yeonwoo sniffled repeatedly.

While driving, Choi Muhyeok glanced sideways at Ji Yeonwoo and reached out his right hand to turn up the seat heater for the passenger side. Soon, a warm feeling spread through the seat. Ji Yeonwoo smiled brightly at Choi Muhyeok, then sneezed, covering his mouth with both hands. The continued sound of him sniffling wasn’t a good sign.

“You’re not feeling well, are you?”

“I think I might be catching a cold.”

“Maybe it’s because you fell asleep all sweaty. I told you to take a warm shower before bed.”

Ji Yeonwoo pouted sulkily.

“This is all because of you, Managing Director. Yesterday, I couldn’t even move a finger.”

At that moment, the car stopped at a red light, and Choi Muhyeok turned his body toward Ji Yeonwoo.

“How about we go exercise together? Jogging or hitting the gym could be good.”

“I already exercise regularly, you know.”

“What kind of exercise do you do?”

“Uh… like moving flower pots, organizing flower pots, stuff like that….”

After saying it, Ji Yeonwoo glanced at Choi Muhyeok, feeling a bit embarrassed. Choi Muhyeok let out a small, incredulous laugh, as if he couldn’t believe it.