I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 176
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 176
“……”
Seo I-Kyung didn’t realize his mouth was still open in shock.
He was somewhat stunned. He had thought many times about what expression Han Seung-jae would make, what answer he would give if he said he wanted to leave this house, and tried to predict him. But in none of those scenarios did Han Seung-jae show such blatant displeasure.
In Seo I-Kyung’s mind, Han Seung-jae had always been cold and emotionless, never showing much emotional fluctuation. So why was he making such an angry expression at this moment?
Seo I-Kyung never dreamed he would see this side of Han Seung-jae. He thought if he said he wanted to leave, Han Seung-jae would ask why, or true to his nature, easily say go ahead.
But when Han Seung-jae heard those words in the study, his eyes changed fiercely. Because of that, Seo I-Kyung felt danger and chose to run away. That was more of a bodily reaction than a conscious thought.
“Your father’s circumstances aren’t very good, are they?”
Only when cold fingers touched his wrist did Seo I-Kyung flinch. He was holding his aching wrist to his chest with his other hand. Han Seung-jae, who had grasped that thin reddened wrist, still watched Seo I-Kyung with rough eyes.
“Or should I build you an art museum? It would be nice to hold an exhibition there, and if you’re feeling cooped up at home, it wouldn’t be bad to have the title of curator.”
Han Seung-jae seemed to be broadening Seo I-Kyung’s options to make it easier for him to speak. Uncharacteristically, he appeared to be trying to persuade. Otherwise, there was no explanation for the gentleness of his touch as he caressed Seo I-Kyung’s wrist.
“Some people want honor rather than money, so don’t hesitate to speak.”
Seo I-Kyung didn’t understand Han Seung-jae’s words. He didn’t need to do this. What could he possibly want?
Min Ra-hyun existed openly downstairs. It was none other than Han Seung-jae who had brought him into this house. So wouldn’t everything be as Han Seung-jae wished if only Seo I-Kyung disappeared?
Seo I-Kyung’s lips trembled.
“I-I already said.”
Seo I-Kyung pulled his wrist back from Han Seung-jae’s caress. The pain that surged through him in that process made his eyes contort involuntarily. It was at that moment that Han Seung-jae raised his hand that had been reaching out again.
Seo I-Kyung felt the cold palm cup the nape of his neck. And their lips met. But the tongue that invaded his parted mouth was hot. The slippery flesh violated his tender mouth, ravaged the inside of his cheeks, and entwined with his retreating tongue.
‘Dangerous…’
Seo I-Kyung felt his entire body overwhelmed by the explosive white wood scent flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body along with the tongue invading his mouth.
Seo I-Kyung released the wrist he had been holding. His reddened, swollen hand fell limply. Seo I-Kyung grasped Han Seung-jae’s shirt with his other hand. He clung to Han Seung-jae’s dress buttons, struggling not to fall back onto the bed.
“Ugh.”
In an instant, the fishy taste of blood spread in his mouth. Seo I-Kyung let go of the shirt he had been gripping. His body fell back completely, sinking into the bed.
“Ha, haa…”
Seo I-Kyung exhaled ragged breaths, his chest heaving up and down incessantly. And in his hand was a button that had been torn off.
Han Seung-jae licked the inside of his own mouth. More blood seeped from the tongue Seo I-Kyung had bitten. Saliva and blood mixed, taken from Seo I-Kyung’s small, soft mouth. Han Seung-jae swallowed the hot, thick saliva completely.
“Seung-jae.”
Han Seung-jae unbuttoned Seo I-Kyung’s shirt up to his neck with both hands. Seo I-Kyung, enveloped and almost pickled in the thick pheromones, tried to sit up only to fall back repeatedly. Nevertheless, he kept trying to get up again, propping himself up on the bed sheets with his aching wrist several times.
His anxious, fearful, trembling eyes twisted and drove Han Seung-jae’s mind to madness.
“Let’s pretend I didn’t hear what you said in the study.”
The shirt Seo I-Kyung had been wearing fell onto the bed. Then his pants and drawers were pushed down to the floor by Han Seung-jae’s hands.
“Think carefully and speak. Use your head, do some calculations, wouldn’t it be better to get as much as you can from me? Such opportunities don’t come often.”
Han Seung-jae lifted one of Seo I-Kyung’s knees, folding it up. As his white thighs parted, they exuded an alluring rose scent. Han Seung-jae’s cool fingers touched the wet hole directly. Sticky love juices clung thickly to his fingertips. The narrow entrance tightened.
“I’m in a very bad mood right now, so it might hurt a bit.”
His long fingers finally parted the clenched hole and dug inside. The fingers increased from one to two, and soon a third pushed in, spreading the narrow entrance.
An omega responding to an alpha’s pheromones naturally had their hole wet with love juices. No lubricant was necessary. So there was no difficulty in inserting, even without stretching the entrance like this with fingers.
Unlike his words about it hurting, Han Seung-jae moved his fingers to loosen Seo I-Kyung’s narrow hole, kneading until the entrance became slick and soft.
“Ugh! Ungh.”
However, Seo I-Kyung twisted his waist at the overwhelming pleasure. Every time Han Seung-jae’s fingers scratched his perineum and spread and entered his hole, his mind went blank. He couldn’t think of anything, just wanted to surrender his body to the white wood scent filling his lungs and become comfortable.
Seo I-Kyung’s genitals twitched, and fluid seeped out drop by drop from the tip of his urethra. Soon it flowed down the pale skin. The rose scent, now wet and saturated with moisture, filled the room. The white wood scent was mixed in above it. It was hard to tell which scent was stronger. Seo I-Kyung felt his reason becoming paralyzed.
And Han Seung-jae released the knee he had been holding, grasped Seo I-Kyung’s genitals and opened his mouth.
“Ahh.”
Seo I-Kyung’s knee, bearing Han Seung-jae’s handprint, went limp and sagged. Seo I-Kyung felt as if his entire body was melting in flames. The heated tongue licked and sucked around his genitals. It ate up all the fluid seeping from the tip of his urethra without leaving a drop.
Finally, Seo I-Kyung’s body, filled with the urge to ejaculate, was trembling. He had no ability to endure as the long fingers stirred his hole, rubbing the inner walls, and the tongue stimulated his urethra. Han Seung-jae had already figured out which spots made Seo I-Kyung feel better when touched.
Han Seung-jae’s sharp Adam’s apple bobbed largely. He spat out the genitals he had been holding in his mouth and released his lips. He quietly looked down at Seo I-Kyung’s flushed face. His cheeks, which had been as white as flour, now glowed with a reddish tint like ripe fruit. As Han Seung-jae slowly withdrew his fingers from the hole, love juices stretched out following his fingertips. Han Seung-jae’s fingers to his palm were all slick and shiny with love juices.
“Are you in the mood to talk now?”
Seo I-Kyung’s panting lips and soft-looking upper body heaved. Seo I-Kyung had been unable to think of anything since pheromones began flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body. So he couldn’t rack his brains trying to get more out of Han Seung-jae. What Seo I-Kyung wanted was still only one thing.
“I want… to leave here.”
Han Seung-jae’s body leaned forward, pushing the sheets. Soon after, a shadow fell across Seo I-Kyung’s reddened face. It wasn’t an illusion that the cold features were getting closer and closer.
“Is that so?”
Han Seung-jae spread Seo I-Kyung’s thighs wide. He took out his cock and rubbed it against the slippery hole. Seo I-Kyung’s legs were spread wide, his bottom a mess of spilled love juices.
Han Seung-jae’s glans got wet with the love juices, extending to the shaft with its prominent veins. The hole, red from holding his fingers earlier, quivered each time the long penis brushed past. It was reacting exactly as Han Seung-jae had trained it, to the point of looking obscene.
Seo I-Kyung breathed heavily again and again. He felt like he might stop breathing at any moment from the pressure of the scent filling his lungs and the flesh moving in and out of his hole.
Han Seung-jae put out his tongue and parted Seo I-Kyung’s lips. A faint breath escaped between Seo I-Kyung’s parting lips. Huu…
Han Seung-jae moved his hips, pushing into the narrow inner walls. At the same time, Han Seung-jae sucked on Seo I-Kyung’s lips. The trembling lower lip was sweet. He opened his mouth to swallow it whole.
Just before their lips met, Han Seung-jae’s voice resonated lowly.
“You still haven’t changed, that’s the same as me.”