PIA 122

It was a day Ji-an thought he had reached his limit. Not only because the wedding between his older brother and Han-joo was fast approaching, but because he felt so drained that, uncharacteristically, everything around him felt unbearable.

The inexplicable hatred directed at him had worn him down. His brother seemed intent on shoving him out of where he belonged, pushing him to the fringes. That quiet, unrequited love he had buried deep inside himself had been dragged out into the open, forcing him to endure ridicule and public display of his failures.

The day Ji-an saw Han-joo’s strained, awkward smile, he felt like a cornered mouse.

His emotions plummeted. His chest felt tight, his breath caught in his throat, and all he wanted was to disappear—to run away, anywhere but here. Anywhere he might find someone who could like him. It didn’t even have to be Joeng Han-joo.

Ji-an thought, I just want to be loved. At that moment, a voice whispered in his head, Yes, you can be. Let’s switch.

Had he agreed? He wasn’t sure.

When Ji-an opened his eyes, he was standing in front of a luxurious hotel. He was wearing a suit far more elegant than anything he had ever owned. As he stepped out of the limousine, the chauffeur held the door open, and a bellboy in a pressed uniform escorted him inside.

Walking through the golden revolving doors into the brightly lit hotel lobby, Ji-an felt as though he were standing at the center of a life-changing moment.

His memories were fragmented, like wandering through a foggy maze. Amid the confusion, he met the man who seemed to hold the key to everything, and soon, the moment of climax arrived.

The first thing Ji-an vividly felt upon entering this world was the overwhelming intensity of the man’s pheromones.

“Ah!”

Something he had never experienced before unfolded. The Alpha’s pheromones poured over him, suffocating him, pressing down on his entire body.

Ji-an writhed, realizing he was now completely naked.

He gasped for air as though he had just surfaced from drowning, but the dense pheromones filled his nostrils and surged into his lungs. The scent wasn’t just strong—it was intoxicatingly sweet with a faint bitterness. His mind turned crimson in an instant.

“Haa…”

The man looming over Ji-an like a shadow moved slowly, inhaling the Omega’s scent as though savoring it. His sharp nose pressed against Ji-an’s delicate skin, dragging as he breathed deeply, almost as if he were tasting him. It felt like his lips had touched, or like the tip of his tongue had brushed past him. Every place the man’s hand touched felt like a fire stamp.

The man’s movements, meticulous and predatory, resembled a hound searching every inch of Ji-an’s body as if determined to uncover his secrets—to learn exactly where he came from.

From his neck to his delicate ears, his thin skin with a throbbing pulse, and his chest that was rapidly rising and falling, the man pinned Ji-an’s wrists and inhaled deeply, drawing in his scent with deliberate slowness. The maddening sensations made Ji-an squirm.

Finally, Jeong Hee-seo straightened, his eyes dark and feral, his pupils unnaturally dilated like those of a beast.

He seemed to suppress the violence brewing within him, lowering his gaze to conceal the sharp glint in his eyes. His long lashes cast shadows over his face, softening his expression. As he exhaled, his breath was gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to the storm behind his restraint.

“What should I call you?” His voice was low, coaxing, almost tender.

“Tell me your name.”

Did he truly want to know Ji-an’s name? Or was it just a murmur, more for himself than anything else? His voice rumbled with a deep, quiet growl as he lowered his face to Ji-an’s chest. Every warm exhale made Ji-an’s skin sensitive, his n1pples damp and tingling.

“…Ji-an. My name is Ji-an.”

“Ji-an.”

He spoke Ji-an’s name as though branding it onto his heart.

The sound sent a shiver down Ji-an’s spine. The intense pheromones emanating from the Alpha made Ji-an’s body respond in kind, his omega pheromones flaring uncontrollably. His mind blurred, his breaths grew ragged, and his body trembled.

The heat was coming. The full onset of his heat cycle was imminent.

“Ugh…!”

Ji-an shuddered as he felt the heat from their bodies touching.

Why did he tell him his name so easily? Was it because his eyes seemed to fill a longing in him? Maybe Ji-an thought it would be okay if this man filled the hole in his heart, even if only for a moment.

Ji-an reached out to the man with both arms. He trembled and whispered, “Hold me.”

The Alpha leaned towards him without hesitation. Ji-an wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders. The soft hair and large shoulders that covered him were like those of a predator, but he wasn’t afraid. Even if it was because of pheromones, the feeling of being intoxicated wasn’t unpleasant.

“I…”

“…”

“What should I call you?”

The moment Ji-an whispered into the man’s ear, the shoulder he was holding shifted, and their lips met roughly.

“Mmph… Ah…”

Ji-an couldn’t tell if his lips were being consumed or if he was consuming the other’s lips. His saliva tasted thick with pheromones as they slid down his throat. The excitement from deep inside spread throughout his body.

“Hah…”

Their lips momentarily separated before quickly reconnecting. The man persistently searched for the Omega’s weak pheromones, which were insignificant compared to his own Alpha pheromones. Ji-an fell into the illusion that the bed was soaked with his pheromones. With each breath, his waist moved, and their skin stuck together in a sticky embrace.

“Just call me Jeong Hee-seo, or Hee-seo.”

At his captivating low voice, Ji-an looked up, and Jeong Hee-seo raised the corner of his mouth elegantly.

“Or you can call me hyung.”

“Ah…!”

Their lower bodies were tightly pressed together as they made eye contact, making it hard to breathe. One of his thighs pressed between Ji-an’s legs, applying pressure.

His mind went blank, and strength drained from his entire body. His lower body was wet with sweat or something else. When Jeong Hee-seo grasped one side of his chest, Ji-an trembled. Suddenly, a mixture of pheromones and fluid leaked out.

“Ah, oh… no…”

The sensation of something flowing was tinged with a sharp pleasure. His heart pounded, and blood rushed quickly. When Jeong Hee-seo pinched his pointed n1pple, it was like an electric shock in his head, making his back arch stiffly.

“Ahh!”

As he arched his back, Jeong Hee-seo supported him with a large hand. The hot body temperature against his back seemed to provoke his pheromones.

Continuously touching him like kneading soft dough, Jeong Hee-seo tormented his n1pples. Repeatedly pinching and twisting with his thumb and index finger, he scratched with his nail tips when the n1pples became hard and reddened. Ji-an couldn’t escape due to the hand holding his waist.

“Ah… Please, slowly…”

When he tried to stop with his hand, Jeong Hee-seo responded by releasing pheromones. His strength drained, and his mind settled. Their pheromones mixed thickly, and this heat cycle felt different from any he’d experienced before.

Was it because of alcohol?

Or because of Jeong Hee-seo?

They struggled like they were drowning in a strong cocktail.

“…Hyung, Hee-seo hyung.”

Ji-an called out in a wet, pleading voice, and the man suddenly stopped. Jeong Hee-seo, breathing deeply, stared directly at Ji-an. Facing his pitch-black eyes created an illusion of complete silence.

The hand supporting his waist moved suddenly. He spread Ji-an’s hips wide with both hands. The inexperienced entrance quivered at his touch.

“Hnnn!”

Jeong Hee-seo knelt on the bed, spreading Ji-an’s legs across his thighs. The thick legs were high enough to make him wobble and be pulled upward.

Seeing his er3ct d1ck dripping wet and throbbing hard, Ji-an closed his eyes. 

Despite not knowing what was happening, his heart pounded painfully. He could hear the sound of blood rushing through his veins clearly in his ears. He couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement that overwhelmed him.

Jeong Hee-seo’s d1ck touched the spread entrance. Ji-an felt his vision turn red.

He rubbed his d1ck, intending to spread Ji-an’s fluid all over. The thick tip moved around the quivering entrance, teasingly prodding shallowly.

“Ah… Oh…”

The hot, heavy shaft rubbing between his hips made his mouth go dry. His lower abdomen tensed, and his d1ck stood painfully erect.

“Quickly…”

The words escaped without Ji-an realizing. Not knowing what would happen, it was a word pushed out by instinct. Ji-an lifted his tense waist and reached to grab Jeong Hee-seo’s hand.

“It’s, it’s okay, just… quickly…”