FF Chapter 28

Choi Muhyeok flipped Ji Yeonwoo over as easily as turning a hand. He grabbed Yeonwoo’s narrow hips and pulled him closer.

“Then, let’s see how well you endure this time.”

Ji Yeonwoo, now lying face down with his hips raised, rested his forehead on his forearms and exhaled shakily.

Muhyeok’s hand, which had been kneading Yeonwoo’s buttocks, began to trace the wrinkles of his closed entrance. He teased the loosened opening before slowly pushing a finger inside.

“Ha…!”

A short breath escaped Yeonwoo’s lips as the foreign object penetrated him. The finger retreated momentarily, only to push deeper. First just the tip, then a knuckle, then the entire length. The sensation was unfamiliar.

“Ah! Uh…”

Muhyeok’s long, thick finger pressed against a sensitive point deep inside. The resulting pain and pressure were far more intense than before, causing Yeonwoo’s body to tremble and flinch. Muhyeok, watching intently as he stretched Yeonwoo’s insides with his finger, frowned.

The sensation of Yeonwoo’s inner walls wrapped around his finger was driving him insane. They were incredibly warm and soft, making him want to thrust inside immediately.

But he couldn’t.

He was taking extra care with foreplay because Ji Yeonwoo, despite being an Omega, had a body that reacted like a Beta’s due to his lack of pheromones. Even male Omegas easily responded to an Alpha’s pheromones and became lubricated, facilitating intercourse. However, a Beta-like body was a different story.

Even with lubricant and a condom, it would be difficult if Yeonwoo wasn’t sufficiently dilated. Even if he’d been married before, he’d been divorced for two years and hadn’t been with anyone since. Yeonwoo’s inner walls were undoubtedly tighter than ever.

At this rate, they wouldn’t be able to accommodate his fully erect penis.

Reluctant to give up, Muhyeok greedily added another finger. Three fingers pushed inside, stretching the opening until the wrinkles disappeared.

“Ah, it hurts, huh… hu…”

Overwhelmed by the immense pain, Yeonwoo finally broke down, crying. Muhyeok had expected this.

“See? You can’t even take my fingers. What makes you think you’re ready?”

Shame and humiliation washed over Yeonwoo. How had he managed sex in the past? The only difference now was the lack of pheromones, despite being the same Omega. Did that make such a big difference? Enough to prevent him from having sex with the person he loved?

The fact that he could have sex with that damn Lee Hyunjun but not with Choi Muhyeok, whom he loved, was deeply upsetting. Leaning on the sheets, tears welled up in his eyes.

Muhyeok, kneeling, watched Yeonwoo tremble before lowering his gaze. His own erection pulsed, pre-come leaking from the tip.

He leaned down and kissed Yeonwoo’s back and shoulders. Yeonwoo, who had been sobbing quietly, turned his head. Muhyeok gently grasped his chin and turned his face to kiss him.

As if understanding Yeonwoo’s hurt feelings, Muhyeok deepened the kiss. The breaths exchanged between them were rougher than before, but his lips were gentle as he sucked and nipped.

Breaking the kiss, Muhyeok rolled over and lay down.

“Sex might be a little difficult like this….”

He propped himself up on his knees and lifted Yeonwoo’s legs, resting them on his right shoulder. Yeonwoo watched with confused eyes as Muhyeok stroked his smooth thighs before licking the soles of his feet.

“Can you tense your thighs a little? I’m finding it hard to hold back today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his hard cock pushed between Yeonwoo’s thighs. The unexpected intrusion and the friction against his own arousal made Yeonwoo cry out.

His thighs trembled visibly, their strength giving way. Muhyeok wrapped his arms around Yeonwoo’s legs, holding them tight as he began to move his hips. The leaking pre-come acted as a lubricant, easing the motion. The movement of his thick cock disappearing and reappearing between Yeonwoo’s thin thighs was explicit.

A slapping sound echoed as Muhyeok’s balls hit Yeonwoo’s thighs. Yeonwoo’s body rocked with each thrust, leaving him disoriented.

“Hngh, ah, M-Managing Director…”

“Yes, Yeonwoo?”

Even in his dazed state, Yeonwoo sought him out. The reply to his pitiful cry was gentle.

“Sob, hu, Muhyeok-ssi…”

Tears streamed down Yeonwoo’s face. His chest ached with a mix of emotions.

Hearing Yeonwoo call him by his name for the first time, Muhyeok’s eyes darkened, a frown creasing his forehead. A low curse slipped past his lips.

Pushing Yeonwoo’s legs further up, almost folding him in half, Muhyeok continued thrusting between his thighs.

Despite the lubrication, Yeonwoo’s thighs burned from the friction. But the intense friction against his own cock was sending waves of heat through him.

As his knees touched his shoulders, the stimulation became overwhelming.

“Ah, uh, ah, ah!”

“Kuh, huh.”

Gripping the sheets, Yeonwoo thrashed his head as tears flowed. As if taking that as a cue, Muhyeok thrust hard between his thighs and stilled.

Semen from both of them splattered across Yeonwoo’s flat stomach. Muhyeok released Yeonwoo’s legs, letting them fall back onto the bed. He then leaned down, seemingly unconcerned about the mess, and embraced Yeonwoo, kissing him.

Their ragged breaths mingled between their lips. Muhyeok’s hand moved down to grasp and stroke Yeonwoo’s cock, prolonging his pleasure.

“Haa, stop, now… s-stop.”

Yeonwoo gasped, begging in a hoarse voice.

“I won’t. I’ll stop now.”

“Hngh, Managing Director…”

Yeonwoo moaned softly as their lips met again. Muhyeok kissed his nose and cheeks.

“Why are you calling me Managing Director again?”

“…Yes?”

Yeonwoo’s eyes flew open. Muhyeok, smiling, bit his lip.

“Isn’t it time we changed that?”

“Ah, w-well…”

“Well, let’s talk about the rest while we wash up.”

After a final, loud kiss, Muhyeok pulled away and lifted Yeonwoo into his arms. Yeonwoo instinctively tensed as he was lifted, wrapping his arms around Muhyeok’s neck and burying his face in his chest. Muhyeok glanced down at him before carrying him into the bathroom.

He had been dissatisfied with the formal title and decided to rectify it.

Freshly showered, Ji Yeonwoo sat draped in a bathrobe, leaning against the headboard, blinking sleepily. The long soak in the tub had clearly taken its toll. Unlike his usual cool temperature, his skin radiated warmth.

Choi Muhyeok sat at his feet, resting Yeonwoo’s outstretched legs on his thighs and gently massaging his calves and thighs. The robe shifted with the movement, revealing glimpses of his soft, trembling flesh. The unusual exertion had strained muscles he rarely used.

“You’re this exhausted after that?”

“Don’t you think you went a little overboard, Managing Director? My stamina isn’t exactly superhuman.”

Yeonwoo shot him a resentful look before closing his eyes, seemingly too tired to argue.

“I seriously thought I was going to snap in half.”

He mumbled, then abruptly stopped as Muhyeok’s hand kneaded a particularly tight knot in his calf. A small moan escaped his lips as his face contorted in pain.

How had he managed in the past with such low stamina?

Jung Doowon’s confession resurfaced in Muhyeok’s mind: the forced heat induced by pheromone enhancers. It had been a shock. He’d wanted to crush Doowon’s fingers for daring to speak of Yeonwoo’s private matters, but he’d restrained himself after extracting the necessary information. He’d roughed Doowon up a bit before sending him back to Lee Hyunjun as a warning. A warning that Hyunjun would soon suffer the same fate.

His real target was Hyunjun, not Doowon. Doowon was merely bait.

Lately, Muhyeok had been preoccupied with how to deal with those bastards in the most publicly damaging way possible. He hated complications, but his social standing demanded a more discreet approach. Ji Yeonwoo was the primary reason for this cautious strategy.

He was gathering information on them while ensuring Yeonwoo’s safety. Weaknesses would inevitably surface.

‘Almost got everything, hyung.’

He recalled his conversation with Choi Minhyuk a few days prior. Minhyuk had sounded unusually cheerful, indicating he was diligently carrying out the order to investigate Lee Hyunjun.

“Managing Director, ah… it hurts.”

Muhyeok quickly withdrew his hand at Yeonwoo’s soft cry. He’d been unconsciously kneading the same spot, leaving a red mark on Yeonwoo’s calf.

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

He moved his hand higher, to the thigh just above Yeonwoo’s knee. Even there, the muscle was barely palpable. Yeonwoo seemed to have lost even more weight recently. Coupled with his lingering cold, it was worrisome.

“Shouldn’t you see a doctor? You’ve looked unwell ever since that last cold.”

“It’s not that serious, just… fatigue.”

He hadn’t been letting Yeonwoo sleep much lately, but was that enough to cause this level of fatigue?

“I don’t know why, but my temperature has been elevated lately. Not a fever, but a low-grade one. I’ve been feeling dizzy too.”

“Have you seen a doctor?”

Yeonwoo chuckled softly at the concerned question.

“Why would I go to the hospital for this? I looked it up, and they say it’s a common symptom of pheromone overproduction in Second Genders or fatigue in Betas. As you know, I have a pheromone deficiency… It’s probably just fatigue.”

He paused, then continued hesitantly.

“Um, and I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t really like hospitals. Something unpleasant happened when I went to the hospital for a bad cold once.”

“Unpleasant? What happened?”

Yeonwoo quickly waved his hands, seeing Muhyeok’s expression darken.

“It’s nothing serious, really.”

“My chart says Dominant Omega, but since I don’t produce pheromones, the doctor looked at me strangely. I hated that look, so… I avoid going to hospitals now.”

Despite Yeonwoo’s reassurances, Muhyeok frowned and reached out to touch his forehead. Yeonwoo’s skin felt warm beneath his palm.

“It’s probably nothing. I’m sure you’ll be fine soon.”

Yeonwoo covered Muhyeok’s hand with his own. Muhyeok’s dark eyes scanned the room.

Unbeknownst to Yeonwoo, the room was saturated with Muhyeok’s Dominant Alpha pheromones, released instinctively during their recent intimacy. Yeonwoo himself was steeped in Muhyeok’s scent, a mark that other Second Genders would immediately recognize as a claim.

Could it be that Yeonwoo was reacting to his Alpha pheromones?

But it was theoretically impossible for someone with a pheromone deficiency to react to Dominant Alpha pheromones. Even if Yeonwoo’s pheromones were recovering, there wasn’t enough evidence. Specifically, the lack of any scent.

If his pheromones were returning, there should be at least a faint scent, but the lingering fragrance of bath salts had almost completely dissipated, leaving only Yeonwoo’s natural scent.

So, was it really just fatigue?

Muhyeok frowned deeper, watching Yeonwoo rub his tired, red-rimmed eyes. His claim of fatigue seemed genuine.

“You look exhausted. You should just sleep. Do you need me to massage the other leg?”

“No, it’s okay. Is your arm alright?”

Muhyeok nodded, still suspicious. Yeonwoo was prone to downplaying his discomfort, always claiming he was fine. It was curious that he was so assertive and expressive of jealousy during sex, in contrast to his usual docile nature.

“So, how long are you going to keep calling me Managing Director?”

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened. As their gazes met, Muhyeok’s hand moved higher, grasping the inside of his thigh. The robe shifted, and Yeonwoo quickly pulled it closed, startled.

“Ah! Wait, wait a minute, Managing Director.”

“There it is again.”

Muhyeok raised an eyebrow, his hand moving even higher. His fingers brushed against the edge of Yeonwoo’s underwear.

“…Huh!”

A gasp escaped Yeonwoo’s lips as he quickly closed his legs. Muhyeok’s hand was dangerously close to his most sensitive area.

He grabbed Muhyeok’s wrist to stop him.

“Th-then what should I call you?”

His tired face flushed crimson. Muhyeok tightened his grip on Yeonwoo’s inner thigh and leaned closer.

“I told you earlier. Why are you pretending not to know?”

“What? Are you talking about when I called you Muhyeok-ssi…?”

“You know perfectly well.”

“Managing Director, at that time…”

“Tsk.”

Muhyeok inhaled sharply, frowning at the familiar title. Flustered, Yeonwoo stammered, his eyes fixed on the man looming over him.

“At that time, I wasn’t thinking straight… Give me some time. Managing Director… I mean…”

He stopped abruptly, stumbling over his words.

“Muhyeok-ssi, I need time to get used to the new name.”

“Then should you stay here until you do?”

Yeonwoo glared at him, speechless at the sly proposal.

“Seriously, why are you doing this?”

“What am I doing?”

“Then why won’t you tell me who the person in the photo is, Managing Director… I mean, Muhyeok-ssi?”

He’s changing the subject?

“I… Didn’t you say we didn’t need to discuss that?”

“I changed my mind. I want to know.”