FF Chapter 28

Choi Muhyeok flipped Ji Yeonwoo’s body over with ease, as if turning a palm over. Grabbing his narrow hips, he pulled him closer.

“Now, try to hold on this time.”

Ji Yeonwoo, now lying face down with only his hips raised toward the ceiling, buried his forehead into his arms resting on the sheets and let out short, uneven breaths.

Choi Muhyeok’s hand, which had been kneading his hips, soon began rubbing the tightly closed wrinkles of the entrance. Teasingly, his fingers played around the slick opening, before slowly pushing past the tight ring.

“Haa…!”

The moment Ji Yeonwoo gasped at the foreign sensation of the intrusion, the fingers that had briefly retreated plunged deeper. First, just a fingertip, then one knuckle, and finally, it felt as if his entire finger was swallowed.

“Aah! Ngh.”

As the thick, rough finger pushed deep inside, pressing against one particular spot, an intense discomfort shot through him, far more overwhelming than before. Ji Yeonwoo’s trembling body jerked violently. Watching every reaction closely, Choi Muhyeok’s brow furrowed as he moved his fingers inside, spreading him open.

The sensation of the tight, hot inner walls clamping around his fingers nearly made him lose his sanity. It was overwhelmingly warm and soft. The urge to bury himself in there and move wildly was almost unbearable.

But he couldn’t let that happen.

He had been especially meticulous with the foreplay this time because, even though Ji Yeonwoo was an omega, his body was practically like that of a beta, unable to release pheromones. Normally, male omegas would react to the alpha’s pheromones, becoming easily aroused, making intercourse smoother. But in Ji Yeonwoo’s case, without the aid of pheromones, it was a different story.

Even with lubricant and a condom, if he wasn’t adequately prepared, it would be difficult to fully accommodate Choi Muhyeok. Despite having been married before, it had been two years since Ji Yeonwoo had been with anyone, leaving his body tight and unused to penetration.

As things stood, he clearly wouldn’t be able to take in Choi Muhyeok’s fully erect member.

Still, Choi Muhyeok was reluctant to give up. With a glimmer of hope, he added a third finger, stretching the entrance further until the tight ring of muscle strained to its limit, barely accommodating the intrusion.

“Aah, it hurts… Hnn…”

The overwhelming pain surged through him, causing Ji Yeonwoo to finally break down, sobbing. It was a result Choi Muhyeok had half-expected.

“See? You can’t even take my fingers, how can you expect to handle more?”

Ji Yeonwoo felt utterly humiliated and ashamed. How had he managed sex before? He was still an omega, yet now without pheromones. Could that small difference really make things this difficult? Was he truly incapable of being intimate with the man he loved?

The thought that he had once managed it with that bastard Lee Hyunjun, but now couldn’t do the same with Choi Muhyeok, filled him with frustration. Resting on his forearms, Ji Yeonwoo felt the sting of unshed tears welling up.

“…”

Kneeling behind him, Choi Muhyeok watched Ji Yeonwoo trembling on the sheets, then glanced down. His rigid erection twitched, leaking precum from the tip.

Lowering himself, Choi Muhyeok kissed along Ji Yeonwoo’s back and shoulders. Ji Yeonwoo froze, turning his head slightly at the unexpected gesture. Seizing the moment, Choi Muhyeok gently cupped Ji Yeonwoo’s chin, guiding him into a kiss.

As if sensing his disappointment, Choi Muhyeok kissed him softly, comfortingly. Though his breathing was rougher now, the kiss was still tender, his lips gently sucking and nibbling at Ji Yeonwoo’s.

Breaking the kiss, Choi Muhyeok flipped Ji Yeonwoo onto his back.

“I don’t think sex is possible right now…”

Choi Muhyeok lifted Ji Yeonwoo’s legs together, raising them into the air.

“But how about we try something different?”

Ji Yeonwoo’s legs now rested against Choi Muhyeok’s shoulder. When he glanced up questioningly, Choi Muhyeok stroked his smooth thigh before bringing his tongue to lick along the sole of Ji Yeonwoo’s foot.

“Try flexing your thighs. I’m having a hard time holding back today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Choi Muhyeok thrust his hard member between Ji Yeonwoo’s thighs. His shaft, rigid and slick with precum, moved aggressively between the tight space of Ji Yeonwoo’s legs. The sudden pressure against his own erection caused Ji Yeonwoo to let out a sharp gasp.

His thighs trembled and threatened to give out under the strain. Choi Muhyeok, however, held them in place with both arms as he continued to thrust. The precum, slicking his thighs, acted as a lubricant, making each movement smooth. The sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between Ji Yeonwoo’s legs was indecently clear.

The slap of skin echoed as Choi Muhyeok’s balls hit against Ji Yeonwoo’s thighs. The force of his movements rocked Ji Yeonwoo’s body, making it impossible to focus.

“Ngh, ah, Managing Director…”

“Yeah? What is it, Yeonwoo?”

Even amidst the overwhelming sensations, Ji Yeonwoo called out to him. The response from Choi Muhyeok was tender.

“Hng, Muhyeok…”

Tears welled up and spilled from Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes as his chest tightened with emotion.

Hearing his own name from Ji Yeonwoo for the first time made something shift in Choi Muhyeok’s gaze. His eyes sharpened with intensity, and a deep crease appeared between his brows. Through gritted teeth, a low curse slipped from his lips.

Pushing Ji Yeonwoo’s legs even higher, nearly folding him in half, Choi Muhyeok continued to thrust fiercely between his thighs.

Despite the precum acting as a lubricant, the friction of their skin began to sting. But beyond the pain, the heat from the contact and the raw intensity of Choi Muhyeok’s movements built a pressure that Ji Yeonwoo couldn’t handle.

“Aah, ah, ah!”

“Grgh, ugh.”

With tears streaming down his face, Ji Yeonwoo twisted his body, unable to bear it any longer. Taking it as a signal, Choi Muhyeok drove his hips forward one last time, burying his length between Ji Yeonwoo’s trembling thighs before finally coming to a stop.

Two streams of semen from both Ji Yeonwoo and Choi Muhyeok splattered messily across Ji Yeonwoo’s flat abdomen. As Choi Muhyeok, still gasping for breath, rested his face against Ji Yeonwoo’s trembling calf, he released the legs he’d been holding. He gently laid the limp legs back onto the sheet and lowered himself to embrace Ji Yeonwoo, whose body was still shaking from the intense sensations. Unbothered by the mess on Ji Yeonwoo’s stomach, Choi Muhyeok kissed him softly, calming him down.

Their lips met again, and the shared breaths between them became more erratic, as the last remnants of their post-climax euphoria fluttered through the kiss. He slid his hand down, gently massaging Ji Yeonwoo’s still sensitive member, helping him savor the afterglow a bit longer.

“Ah… please, stop. No more,” Ji Yeonwoo begged, his voice raw and shaky.

“Okay, I’m done now,” Choi Muhyeok responded softly.

Even as Ji Yeonwoo let out a quiet groan, Choi Muhyeok continued to place soft kisses on his lips and face, their affection still palpable in the aftermath.

“Why are you calling me ‘Managing Director’ again?” Choi Muhyeok teased.

“Huh?” Ji Yeonwoo opened his eyes, looking up in confusion at Choi Muhyeok.

“You should start calling me something else by now, don’t you think?”

“Ah, I… um…” Ji Yeonwoo stammered, unsure how to respond.

“We can discuss that more while we shower,” Choi Muhyeok said, kissing him quickly with a loud smack before lifting Ji Yeonwoo into his arms.

Feeling himself being lifted into the air, Ji Yeonwoo instinctively wrapped his arms around Choi Muhyeok’s neck and leaned his head against his chest. Choi Muhyeok glanced down at him as they headed for the bathroom, deciding it was finally time to address the title issue that had been on his mind.

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After a thorough shower, Ji Yeonwoo sat on the bed in a bathrobe, leaning back against the pillows. He blinked lazily, still dazed from the long soak in the tub. Normally, Ji Yeonwoo’s hands and feet were cool, his body temperature often lower than average. But today, his skin radiated warmth.

Choi Muhyeok, seated at the foot of the bed, gently massaged Ji Yeonwoo’s calves and thighs. The soft flesh of Ji Yeonwoo’s legs trembled under his hands, his muscles tender from exertion.

“If you’re this exhausted just from that, what will we do?” Choi Muhyeok teased.

“Don’t you think it’s more that you were too much, Managing Director?” Ji Yeonwoo retorted, casting a tired but playful look at him before closing his eyes again.

“I honestly thought my body was going to fold in half,” he murmured, his lips barely moving as he spoke.

But despite his complaints, Ji Yeonwoo fell quiet, savoring the relief from Choi Muhyeok’s hands as they worked on his sore muscles. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and small groans of pain escaped his lips as his legs were kneaded.

How had he managed in the past, being this physically weak?

Choi Muhyeok thought back to what Jung Doowon had revealed. The fact that Ji Yeonwoo had been forced into heat using pheromone boosters had been shocking.

Even though he had punished Jung Doowon for daring to expose Ji Yeonwoo’s past, Choi Muhyeok still felt unsatisfied. He had eventually sent the battered Jung Doowon back to Lee Hyunjun as a warning — a message that Lee Hyunjun would suffer the same fate if he didn’t back off.

But Lee Hyunjun was the real target, not Jung Doowon, so Choi Muhyeok was carefully gathering information to deal with him. Protecting Ji Yeonwoo from further harm was his priority.

“I’ve almost got everything I need on him, Hyung,” Choi Muhyeok recalled his younger brother, Choi Minhyuk, saying during a recent phone call. Minhyuk’s voice had sounded unusually light, indicating that the investigation into Lee Hyunjun was going well.

“Managing Director, it… hurts,” Ji Yeonwoo’s pained voice brought Choi Muhyeok back to the present. He immediately stopped massaging and looked down at the red handprint he had unknowingly left on Ji Yeonwoo’s calf.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… Are you okay?”

He moved his hands higher up Ji Yeonwoo’s thigh, avoiding the sore spot. Ji Yeonwoo’s body, already thin, seemed to have lost even more weight recently. He had also been catching colds frequently, which worried Choi Muhyeok.

“Maybe you should see a doctor? You haven’t seemed well since your last cold.”

Ji Yeonwoo let out a small laugh at Choi Muhyeok’s concerned tone. “It’s not that serious. I think it’s just fatigue building up.”

Choi Muhyeok frowned. “Fatigue? But it seems worse than that. Are you sure?”

Ji Yeonwoo sighed, his voice a little sheepish as he continued, “Actually, I’ve been feeling warmer than usual lately. Not a fever, just kind of a low-grade warmth. And I’ve been feeling dizzy sometimes.”

“Did you go to the doctor?”

Ji Yeonwoo smiled at his question. “Why would I go to the doctor for something like this? From what I’ve read, it’s usually caused by overproduction of pheromones in alphas, or it’s a sign of beta exhaustion. But as you know, I have a pheromone deficiency, so it’s probably just regular fatigue.”

He hesitated before adding, “And, um… I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t really like going to the hospital. Something bad happened when I went to the hospital for a fever a while back.”

“What happened?” Choi Muhyeok asked, concern deepening his voice.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious. Really,” Ji Yeonwoo reassured him.

Semen from both of their bodies spilled messily across Ji Yeonwoo’s flat abdomen. Panting heavily, resting his face against Ji Yeonwoo’s trembling calves, Choi Muhyeok let go of the legs he had been holding. He gently lowered Ji Yeonwoo’s limp legs onto the sheets and leaned down, not caring about the mess of fluids on Ji Yeonwoo’s stomach. As Ji Yeonwoo flinched in discomfort, Choi Muhyeok embraced him and kissed him.

Their breaths tangled as their lips met. The unsteady breathing they couldn’t hold in escaped between their lips. Choi Muhyeok’s hand slid down to Ji Yeonwoo’s genitals, gently massaging to help ease the lingering sensation.

“Haah, stop, please… enough.”

Ji Yeonwoo begged in a hoarse voice, startled when his genitals were touched again.

“I won’t anymore. I’ll stop now.”

“Hnn, uuh, Managing Director.”

Ji Yeonwoo whimpered softly as they kissed again. Choi Muhyeok, who was following Ji Yeonwoo’s lead, pressed his lips to the tip of Ji Yeonwoo’s nose and cheek.

“Why are you calling me Managing Director again?”

“…What?”

Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes flew open, and he quickly met Choi Muhyeok’s gaze. With a playful expression, Choi Muhyeok gently bit Ji Yeonwoo’s lips, who had just caught his breath.

“Isn’t it time you changed the way you address me?”

“Ah, well, that’s…”

“Well, we can discuss the rest while we wash up.”

With a soft smack, Choi Muhyeok kissed Ji Yeonwoo one last time before stepping aside and lifting him into his arms. Ji Yeonwoo tensed as he felt himself being lifted off the bed, instinctively wrapping his arms around Choi Muhyeok’s neck and resting his head against Choi Muhyeok’s chest, which was slick with sweat. Glancing down at Ji Yeonwoo, who was clinging to him, Choi Muhyeok carried him back to the bathroom.

Choi Muhyeok had long been bothered by how Ji Yeonwoo addressed him and was determined to correct it.

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Freshly washed, Ji Yeonwoo sat on the bed in a bathrobe. He slumped against the headboard, blinking slowly with a dazed expression.

It seemed that sitting in the bath for a long time had taken its toll. Normally, his hands and feet were cold, and his body temperature was low, but today his skin was warm to the touch.

Choi Muhyeok sat at the foot of the bed, placing Ji Yeonwoo’s pale legs on his lap, and gently massaged his calves and thighs. The muscles, which had been strained from unusual exertion, twitched under his touch, and the soft flesh of Ji Yeonwoo’s thighs trembled as he kneaded them.

“How can you be so exhausted just from that?”

“Don’t you think you overdid it, Managing Director? My endurance isn’t that great, you know.”

Ji Yeonwoo turned to look at him with a tired expression before closing his eyes again, too drained to argue further.

“I seriously thought my body was going to break.”

As he mumbled with lips barely moving, Ji Yeonwoo stopped speaking, feeling Choi Muhyeok’s hands working to release the tension in his legs. His brows furrowed slightly from the discomfort, and small sighs escaped between his tightly sealed lips.

How did he manage before, being so physically fragile?

The words that Jung Doowon had confessed floated in Choi Muhyeok’s mind. He had been shocked to learn that Jung Doowon had used pheromone enhancers to force Ji Yeonwoo into heat.

Even after crushing Jung Doowon’s fingers for daring to reveal Ji Yeonwoo’s vulnerabilities, Choi Muhyeok’s anger hadn’t subsided. However, after extracting the necessary information, he sent the battered Jung Doowon back to Lee Hyunjun as a warning—a sign that Lee Hyunjun would soon suffer the same fate.

Choi Muhyeok wasn’t truly after Jung Doowon; Lee Hyunjun was the real target. Jung Doowon was merely a tool, a bait.

These days, Choi Muhyeok was preoccupied with how to make sure his handling of those detestable men would make waves. He didn’t like complicated methods, but due to his social standing, he had chosen a more indirect approach. Ji Yeonwoo was a key factor in that decision.

He was collecting information about them while being cautious not to endanger Ji Yeonwoo. When gathering information, weaknesses always followed.

‘We’ve almost got everything, Hyung.’

He recalled his phone conversation with Choi Minhyuk from a few days ago. Choi Minhyuk’s voice had sounded more upbeat than usual, likely because of the progress made in investigating Lee Hyunjun.

“Managing Director, ah… that hurts.”

Choi Muhyeok reflexively removed his hand upon hearing the faint groan. He had unknowingly massaged the same spot too much, leaving a red handprint in the middle of Ji Yeonwoo’s calf.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… Are you okay?”

Choi Muhyeok shifted his hand higher up, toward Ji Yeonwoo’s thigh. The muscle there was minimal, and Ji Yeonwoo, already slim, seemed to have lost more weight recently. Combined with his frequent colds, it was clear that his health was declining, and it worried Choi Muhyeok.

“Don’t you think you should see a doctor? You haven’t seemed well since your last cold.”

“It’s not that serious… I think I’m just tired.”

Could fatigue really accumulate that much, even though he hadn’t been letting Ji Yeonwoo rest properly lately?

“I don’t know why, but my body temperature has been high recently. It’s not a fever, but more like a mild warmth. I’ve been feeling dizzy too.”

“Have you been to the hospital?”

Ji Yeonwoo chuckled softly at his concerned question.

“You don’t need to go to the hospital for something like this, right? I looked it up, and it seems like a common symptom of excessive pheromone production in some people or beta fatigue. But as you know, I have pheromone deficiency… So it’s probably just regular fatigue.”

After hesitating, Ji Yeonwoo continued.

“Also, I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I don’t like going to the hospital. I had a bad experience once when I went because I was really sick.”

“What kind of bad experience?”

“Oh, it’s nothing serious.”