HWAMB — Side Story Chapter 6 – End

Side Story 6

“Mmm… huh…”

In the middle of the frantic kiss, Hyun-woo’s hand stopped at my thigh. His touch hesitated for a moment, but then he shut his eyes as if trying not to think and focused on the act. Today he was uncharacteristically careful and delicate.

“Haa, ngh… just do it like usual…”

“Mmm… no, I can’t…”

“Why not…”

“If I lose control again, you’ll… ngh, cry, won’t you?”

The same guy who never batted an eye no matter how much I cried before… After finishing his words, Hyun-woo suddenly lifted me up and sat me on the dining table. Then he kissed my legs, my knees, and my thighs in turn. The unique friction of the stockings against his lips tickled. I mumbled while staring at his stiff, towering erection.

“You look like a total pervert right now…”

“So, do you hate it?”

“No. It’s… kind of hot…”

At my words, Hyun-woo stopped licking. My legs were already damp with his saliva. I pressed my foot down against his bulge. Tracing circles with my toes, I teased him, and Hyun-woo let out a short groan as his cock swelled even more. I knew this would bring heavy consequences later, but maybe I’d lost my fear for the moment. Without thinking of what would come after, I provoked him. Hyun-woo’s gaze flashed like that of a beast.

“Fuck…”

He cursed under his breath and bit his lip hard to stop the moans from spilling out. Maybe he thought it shameful to lose control first, but the more he tried to endure the pleasure, the worse it got for him. Gasping myself, I kept teasing around his cock, and soon thick precum seeped through, sticking to the fabric. Strangely, the sense of conquest felt satisfying. He glanced at me through ragged breaths, then suddenly grabbed my legs and flipped me over in an instant.

“W-wait, wait! Not so suddenly—!”

Startled, I turned my head, only to meet Hyun-woo’s eyes. His gaze was glazed, his breathing heavy like a starving predator. The silence was brief. Suddenly, he ripped open the back of my stockings.

‘Huh…?’

“You’re not wearing underwear.”

Hyun-woo smirked as he glanced at me. My face flushed bright red from the shame.

“Why would you rip perfectly fine stockings!”

“I just wanted to try it once.”

I could only stare blankly, too flustered to speak, as he gripped my legs tighter. I couldn’t escape. My legs fluttered like a fish’s tail. Then Hyun-woo bit into the flesh of my thigh.

“Ow! Hey… you really…”

From somewhere, he pulled out a bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. Oh—that was one of the products Hyun-seo had slipped into the bag. His long fingers pressed inside, invading me. The sudden intrusion made my hips twitch and tremble. The hurried pace of his fingers brought sharp waves of sensation. I bit my lip hard out of habit, trying to stifle the moans, but Hyun-woo nipped at my ear.

“…I’d planned to take my time, trying out the things you bought… but I can’t hold back, Eun-jae.”

He rubbed his straining cock against my ass crack as he spoke. Since I hadn’t told him Hyun-seo gave them to me, he must have thought I’d bought everything myself. But something felt odd. Each time he ground against me, a tingling itch flared, hotter than usual.

Hyun-woo moved his cock aside and thoroughly stretched me open with his hand. His rock-hard length brushed against my thigh, every detail of it vivid. His other hand pressed firmly against my perineum, adding more stimulation.

“H-Hyun-woo…”

“…Hm? What is it…”

“Something feels… off… Inside feels… different than usual…”

“Different how?”

“It’s… itchy… and hot…”

With a trembling, wet voice, I sniffled, and Hyun-woo kissed my cheek, whispering reassurances. He told me the lube had special ingredients to make it feel better, so I shouldn’t worry. Wasn’t that something I should worry about instead? But I was too distracted, and I only nodded at his words.

“Eun-jae, I’m putting it in.”

“What? No, no… ngh, if you put it in now it’ll feel weird—ah!”

Shaking my head in refusal, a sharp cry tore out of my throat. Something far thicker than fingers was slowly pushing inside. Shocked, I burst into tears. My body tensed on its own, and as my insides clenched tight, Hyun-woo let out a deep groan.

“Hhhngh… fuck…”

Hyun-woo moved his hips slowly, busy trying to soothe me. Big teardrops dripped onto the table.

Eun-jae, you’re really wet today. Right? You’re dripping below, taking me in, and even up here you’re overflowing.

I didn’t even have the energy to answer. I wanted to say something, anything, but my head was drenched in nothing but pleasure. I thought I had spoken, but no—only ragged breaths and tangled moans spilled out.

Hyun-woo’s pheromones filled the air. The overwhelming scent of a dominant alpha made my heart leap like bungee jumping, then plummet all at once. At some point, he pressed his nose against the side of my neck, holding me tight. The repeated thrusts left me senseless, but it felt good. In that fleeting instant, with his pheromones flooding me, the last thread of reason melted away like snow.

“C-condom… hhhng, Hyun-woo… condom…”

“I did, Eun-jae… I did…”

“Take the condom off… please?”

“Ughh… haa, you have to relax, Eun-jae…”

Since graduating high school and becoming an adult, my pheromones had changed. Even though I was a dominant omega, mine had always been faint, almost unnoticeable—until after I finished college, when they suddenly grew strong. At the hospital, the doctor explained that some dominant omegas had rare constitutions: their pheromones so weak as children that no one noticed, but then becoming strong after adulthood.

From then on, whenever Hyun-woo and I inhaled each other’s pheromones, neither of us had immunity, and our self-control shattered. Especially on the days we had sex, it grew unbearable. We’d both grown used to my weaker scent since childhood, and Hyun-woo too, so the sudden surge overwhelmed us. Even now, though we’d adjusted somewhat, we were still clumsy, reckless—like runaway trains.

Hyun-woo kissed me, giving me time to breathe and relax. As I slowly released the tension from my body, just like he told me, he lifted me again and shifted me so we were facing each other.

“Hyun-woo, condom…”

“…”

“Please… hurry—hhuuh?!”

At my urging, Hyun-woo pressed hard against a deep spot inside. My hips jolted upward and trembled. His sweat-soaked hair clung to his forehead, and he panted as he whispered to me.

“No. You’ll get pregnant.”

“Pregnant, yeah… that’s nice…”

A baby would be cute… My dazed muttering slipped out like a half-dream. Hyun-woo only held me tighter, murmuring, “Yeah, yeah. Cute,” as though agreeing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung. His body shuddered, and I felt the restrained moan in his throat as he climaxed. The moment Hyun-woo released, my mind went white. My hands and feet tingled as though struck by electricity.

“Ahh, nghh, ahhh…”

It felt like someone had shoved me off a cliff. I should have come too, but it was like something was blocked—nothing came out. Tears welled up in my eyes, and Hyun-woo, panting beside me, laughed softly.

“…That was dry.”

He sounded surprised, yet pleased. Dry? Was this… a dry orgasm? I vaguely recalled hearing something about it from Young-ho.

“Uhh… hhhngh…”

The strange, uncanny pleasure lasted for a long time. My whole body trembled, even my breathing shook. Hyun-woo kept himself inside me, hugging me tightly as if to let me feel every second of it. The unending waves of ecstasy frightened me, and I curled up, whimpering tears. Hyun-woo soothed me gently, telling me it was okay, calming me again and again.

As time passed, just as he said, the storm of pleasure slowly faded. My body felt drained, exhausted, like every drop of water had been wrung out of me. My eyelids grew heavy. The pleasure had been incredible, but my stamina couldn’t keep up. Normally, I could go a few more rounds… it had felt so good…

My eyes blinked slowly, and Hyun-woo patted my back. His low, murmured voice was like a lullaby, and I drifted into sleep in his arms.

* * *

When I opened my eyes, it was already evening. I sat up in bed, fixing my messy hair. My body felt fresh and clean, as if someone had already washed me. I touched my smooth skin and thought to myself,

‘That felt incredible…’

Learning about my lover’s sexual tastes one by one was fun in its own way. Turning my head, I saw Hyun-woo sleeping soundly beside me. Still half-drowsy, I gazed down at him. Whoever he resembled, he was undeniably handsome. Watching him sleep like a child made my heart swell with affection, and I left a short kiss on his cheek. At that, Hyun-woo’s eyes fluttered open. Still groggy from sleep, he blinked up at me.

“Mmm…”

Suddenly, he pulled me down into his arms, toppling me back onto the bed. As I blinked up at him, he grinned playfully.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah. You must’ve been tired too, thanks for cleaning me up after.”

“No big deal. I actually did it a few more times while you were asleep.”

“…”

He said it with a refreshed expression. I stared at him in disbelief, and he only smiled shamelessly before snuggling closer into my chest.

“So, what’s with you buying stuff like this all of a sudden?”

“Ah… I didn’t buy it.”

“…? You didn’t? Then what?”

Surprised by my unexpected answer, he blinked and asked again. I hesitated for a moment, and Hyun-woo’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Um… remember I told you I met your brother today?”

“No way…”

“He gave it to me as thanks for helping with something he was worried about.”

“…”

“At first I tried not to accept it, but he said you’d like it… and I was curious too…”

“He said I’d like it?”

His face showed clear discomfort. Or maybe not? Still, just like Hyun-seo had said, Hyun-woo’s reaction had been strong… I tilted my head at his strange expression and asked,

“Huh? Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s not that I dislike it… but how the hell would that bastard even know—ah.”

As if suddenly remembering something, Hyun-woo pressed his palm against his forehead. Then, covering his face with both hands, he let out a groan. His earlobes were flushed red. I toyed with them between my fingers and asked,

“Why?”

“…”

“What is it? Tell me too.”

Hyun-woo stayed stubbornly silent, then reluctantly opened his mouth, as if realizing that even if he didn’t say it, I could always ask Hyun-seo myself.

“…Don’t laugh if you hear this.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“…There was a time when my brother caught me with a folder full of woodpecker stuff.”

“Ah…”

The memory of countless oddly named bird folders flashed through my mind. I replied with a genuinely sympathetic look. I could truly relate—just imagining it was horrific enough.

“Back then I was curious, so I had a few related videos saved… It wasn’t actually my taste, though…”

“I-I see.”

Lucky for me that he responded positively. My heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down. If he’d reacted poorly, things could’ve gone cold instantly, and I’d have ended up with another humiliating black mark.

Embarrassed by confessing his past shame, Hyun-woo avoided my eyes, lowering his head.

“…But seeing you wear that really turned me on.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Honestly, it was way better than I expected…”

“M-me too…”

It felt like stepping into a whole new world. I squirmed my feet under the blanket and glanced shyly at Hyun-woo.

“So… should we try things like this sometimes?”

Hyun-woo gave a stiff little nod, like a clumsy wooden puppet. The sight of it made me burst out laughing.

[How to Win Against My Bias] Side Story – Complete