UR Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Mmm…!

The damp tip rubbed against I-bom’s perineum, pressing stiffly into the cleft of his rear. The word “just” had barely left his lips before he could catch his breath, when Beom-ho’s palm clamped tightly over his hips. With a wet smack, the slick head lined up roughly with his entrance.

Haa…!

His body instinctively tensed, eager to swallow the smooth length that filled his tight opening. Clear, sticky fluid stretched between them, making obscene sounds as it seeped naturally inside. Thanks to the way he’d been thoroughly taken last night, the initial push went in more smoothly than before. I-bom squirmed and panted as if overwhelmed, his clumsy movements only stoking the blaze of Beom-ho’s desire.

Haa…

A vein bulged on Beom-ho’s smooth brow.

“Can you… relax a little?”

He pushed in gently so as not to hurt him. The wet inner walls clenched snugly around him, the unfamiliar softness pressing along his length sending a sharp tingle down low.

Driving his hips in deep, he held I-bom’s body firmly.

“Just… don’t squeeze so hard.”

“N-no… ngh…!”

I-bom shook his head in embarrassment. Beom-ho stared at him as if spellbound.

The pale face that had taken him all night looked rough with lack of sleep, the red, damp eyes and sweaty brow so indecently alluring.

Ah… you’re beautiful…

He smiled softly as he looked down. The way I-bom’s flushed face ducked away, panting, was so cute he wanted to devour him.

“Mmh… ngh…”

I-bom knit his brow, swallowing back his moans. Was he holding back? Beom-ho pressed his lips to the fine beads of sweat on his skin, tasting the excitement there.

“Haa… do you hate it? Or do you like it?”

“I-it… I like it…”

When I-bom wrapped his arms around him, sharp pleasure shot down Beom-ho’s back. His panting, on the verge of breaking, was hot against his ear.

“Mmh… ahh…!”

He felt like he would burst. The raw rush of pleasure scrambled his mind. Even with the thin layer of latex between them, the tight, gripping sensation made it hard to hold back.

To keep from spilling, Beom-ho took I-bom’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking hard. Sensitive there, I-bom whimpered and twisted his hips with each nibble. The sight was so beautiful, so irresistible, it made him want to swallow him whole.

Maybe I should skip work and just keep fucking him.

He was already late; he should be heading down for breakfast, but the thought of pulling out from inside him was unbearable. He wanted to forgo everything—work, breakfast—and fill him to the brim with his seed.

“Ah, haa… Beom-ho… Beom-ho…”

Did he know how much that tone provoked him? Crying out like that, clinging to him.

Hold me… more.

Through the damp lashes stuck together with sweat, Beom-ho’s eyes glimmered with hunger.

“I-bom… can I mark you with my pheromones?”

Wiping at the wet corners of his eyes, he thrust hard. His thighs and the sheets beneath them were already slick, but he didn’t care.

In this home, steeped in the tiger’s aura, he had coaxed I-bom—the one with those innocent eyes agreeing to be his mate—onto a bed that smelled only of him. His blood ran hot. He wanted to cover him completely in his scent, to make it clear: this dog beastman was his, and no one else’s.

“W-what… is that…?”

Biting I-bom’s shoulder, Beom-ho drove deep, not even thinking of pulling out. The base pressed flush against him, the movement making their bodies slap and fluid splash between them. Any trace of his earlier shower was long gone.

“For beastmen—purebloods especially—it’s like animals. Spraying pheromones with my seed. Telling everyone you’re mine. My mate.”

His voice, thick with excitement, vibrated against I-bom’s ear as he bit and sucked there, forcing their hips closer. His fingers brushed teasingly between the wet join of their bodies.

“…Right here.”

“Ah…!”

When his finger pressed against that soft opening, I-bom’s back arched.

One of the biggest differences between humans and pureblood beastmen was marking. Unlike humans, purebloods sprayed pheromones inside their partner through their seed. It was only after that process was complete that they could enter a stable breeding cycle—but normally, they asked permission first.

“Does it… take long?”

“About… ten minutes.”

The warmth of his earlobe between Beom-ho’s teeth grew hotter. Rubbing the slick join between them, he dragged his tongue along his ear, drawing helpless sounds from him.

“Ugh… then n-no… The butler said… breakfast… He’s waiting…”

Panting, I-bom stammered. Typical of him, worrying about others even now. Beom-ho only chuckled softly and nodded. Time was on his side—they were only at the start of their engagement. There would be marriage, heat, and more heats to come. He calculated quickly.

“Haa… alright. Let’s get you fed.”

“Q-quickly…”

“Quickly? Finish quickly?”

Flipping him over in one swift motion—

“Yes… ngh…!”

—he wrapped his arms around him and drove in hard. The swelling length pushed deep, stretching the slick inner walls to their limit, making I-bom’s back twist in shock. Holding him like an animal, he shoved to the very hilt.

“Ah…! Hhh…!”

With the slap of his sac against him, the head ground against his innermost spot. I-bom’s eyes widened, his body jolting as if shocked, the tightness clamping down hard. His toes curled straight from the overwhelming sensation.

“Mmm!”

In an instant, white streaks splattered the blanket. Pulling him into a fierce kiss, Beom-ho ruined the fresh sheets, the damp mess crumpling before they were tossed to the floor.

* * *

I-bom rubbed at his lower back as he peered toward the first floor. He felt uneasy for being so late to breakfast after spending such a heated morning. Having lived his whole life like a servant, it felt almost suffocatingly awkward to have people adjusting everything around him and Beom-ho. He felt he should do something—anything—and decided he might as well help prepare the meal.

He’d rushed down from the second floor in wrinkled clothes, but the house was far too big. How could a place where only one person lived be this complicated? Sniffing the air, he wandered aimlessly. Thankfully, his sharp dog-beastman sense of smell helped. From the far end of the long hallway came the faint, savory scent of food. Following it, he found several apron-clad staff members bustling about. This must be the place. Approaching slowly, he spoke carefully.

“Hello…?”

A middle-aged woman in a beige apron turned toward the sound. Blinking at him, she looked him up and down. Her expression stilled for a moment, then one eyebrow twitched. I-bom, looking shy, spoke in a small voice.

“I… came to see if I could help with breakfast.”

Getting up early to prepare breakfast and wake everyone was part of I-bom’s lifelong routine. Staying in bed with the blanket pulled over him until the sun was high in the sky didn’t suit him at all. Truthfully, if someone hadn’t tempted him into doing it one more time, he would have been up much earlier.

“Oh! You’re I-bom, right?”

Hands neatly folded, someone called his name brightly.

At the mention of “I-bom,” a couple of the others working there lifted their heads. Their eyes widened before they gasped in unison. Did I do something wrong? Blinking nervously, I-bom watched their expressions tighten—only for them to quickly plaster on awkward smiles and wave their hands dismissively.

“Goodness… we’ll take care of everything! Please, go have a seat!”

They spoke in a flurry, turning him away from the kitchen before he could even step inside.

“Huh? Uh—?”

Pulled back before he could enter, I-bom turned in confusion.

“I… I just wanted to work… can’t I help?”

“Oh no, absolutely not. You’re the young master’s fiancé—how could we have you work?”

The staff member shook her head firmly.

“…How did you know?”

“You’re wearing a silver ring.”

I-bom glanced down at his own hand, then back up at their bright faces, puzzled. Was there some special symbol on this silver ring that only they could recognize? He didn’t really know.

“Beastmen of the Eun family give their fiancés a silver ring imbued with their own aura.”

Another staff member nodded and smiled warmly, as if she could read his thoughts.

“We’ve worked at Guhochae long enough to recognize the young master’s aura. That ring is filled with his affection for you.”

“…”

“Most people think wealthy families hold grand engagement ceremonies, but that’s not the case here. In the Eun family, giving that ring is the formal vow of engagement.”

When I-bom only blinked silently, she beamed and continued.

“In fact, those of us at Guhochae had our suspicions. Not long ago, the young master said he wanted to change the interior here. Ever since he moved in, he hadn’t changed a thing—so when he suddenly announced renovations, we all guessed. Tiger beastmen decorate their first home after moving out as their nest, their newlywed home.”

So… he’d been preparing from the start. He hadn’t done this on impulse. I-bom slowly nodded.

“I… I see.”

“Yes. Our group chat has been buzzing since morning because of it. And then an article came out in the paper—”

“An article?”

I-bom perked up and tilted his head. Since he’d fallen asleep in Beom-ho’s room last night, he had no idea what had happened afterward.

From behind his hesitant stance, a shadow slid in. The crisp, faint scent of tea reached his nose first. Turning around, he found himself face-to-chest with a neat suit, now so close it nearly brushed him. At some point, Beom-ho had changed clothes, and he smiled faintly as he set a hand on I-bom’s shoulder.