I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 177
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 177
“Haa… haa.”
Only Seo I-Kyung’s breathing filled the room continuously. Mixed in were the squelching sounds of the moist hole being entered and exited.
Even though Han Seung-jae had already ejaculated once, thrusting his penis deep into the innermost part of Seo I-Kyung’s walls, he didn’t leave Seo I-Kyung’s body. The swelling foreign object tightly filled the inner walls again soon after.
Seo I-Kyung tried to lower his hand to check his stomach. However, the pain in his wrist whenever he tried to move even a little prevented him from lifting it off the sheets.
Every time Han Seung-jae thrust his hips, semen squeezed out of the narrow hole, trailing down the white buttocks and staining the sheets.
“Have you changed your mind now?”
Seo I-Kyung’s body was lifted off the bed by Han Seung-jae’s hands, then his forehead was buried in the pillow.
Seo I-Kyung shook his head while lying face down with his head on the pillow. It was unclear if this meant his mind hadn’t changed, or if he was trying to prevent Han Seung-jae’s genitals from digging inside.
Han Seung-jae spread Seo I-Kyung’s buttocks and inserted his penis into the lewd hole dripping with semen. He supported Seo I-Kyung’s chest, which kept tilting forward. His long fingers caressed the nipples and grasped the chest.
Han Seung-jae’s lips slid from Seo I-Kyung’s nape to his shoulder, and then to his back. Only after taking Han Seung-jae once more from behind did Seo I-Kyung realize he had gone into the bathroom. Seo I-Kyung had no strength left to open his closed eyes or move his fingers.
However, the throbbing wrist seemed to bring Seo I-Kyung back to reality several times as he was about to fall asleep. When Seo I-Kyung lifted his eyelids, Han Seung-jae was looking this way, wearing a bathrobe. The robe wasn’t properly closed, revealing his toned body. Seo I-Kyung could no longer accept him.
Seo I-Kyung’s eyelids closed as if exhausted. He sank into deep sleep just like that.
“……”
How much time had passed? When Seo I-Kyung woke from sleep due to the pain in his wrist and opened his eyes, Han Seung-jae was looking down at him.
“Are you awake?”
Seo I-Kyung brought his arm to his chest. He reflexively tried to pull away from Han Seung-jae due to the pain. However, Han Seung-jae pulled his arm and finished wrapping the bandage.
Han Seung-jae was still expressionless. But looking closely, he was in a suit. Seo I-Kyung realized it had brightened outside. It must be morning.
“I told Butler Do to prepare some porridge, so hold this on.”
Seo I-Kyung took the ice pack without thinking. It seemed Han Seung-jae wouldn’t leave if he didn’t take it. Seo I-Kyung placed the ice pack on his throbbing wrist. As he did so, he realized he wasn’t wearing anything, unlike Han Seung-jae. However, he wasn’t naked since Han Seung-jae had covered him with a blanket.
Han Seung-jae straightened his bent upper body.
“The doctor will come in the morning, so get examined.”
Seo I-Kyung swallowed dryly. His parched mouth didn’t even have saliva to swallow.
Soon, knock knock, the sound of knocking on the door broke the heavy silence in the room. As Han Seung-jae turned, Butler Do walked in carrying a tray with porridge. Looking at Seo I-Kyung’s pale face and the bandage on his wrist, he said:
“Young Master, what’s wrong?”
The surprised Butler Do put down the tray he was holding on the bedside table. The answer to those words came from behind.
“It’s fine, so leave.”
“…!”
Butler Do’s hand, which had been reaching towards Seo I-Kyung, hesitated. He shrank at Han Seung-jae’s words from behind.
He turned his neck painfully to look back at Han Seung-jae with a bewildered face. The day before, Seo I-Kyung had gifted him the painting he had been working on in the studio for days. So Butler Do vaguely thought the atmosphere between the two would be different from usual. But this wasn’t what he had expected. The atmosphere between them now had changed to be as precarious as walking on thin ice.
An invisible tension permeated the room. Butler Do struggled to open his mouth.
After Butler Do opened and closed the door and disappeared, Han Seung-jae lifted the cover on the bowl on the bedside table. He lifted the tray and placed it by Seo I-Kyung’s bedside.
His cold eyes swept over Seo I-Kyung’s cheeks, brushed his lips, and took in his congested neck and shoulders. If the blanket were removed, there would be traces incomparable to these.
“I’ll be back early. We still have things to discuss.”
Seo I-Kyung’s eyes trembled.
Han Seung-jae, who had been watching this intently, turned around. Seo I-Kyung felt the wind touching his shoulders from Han Seung-jae’s movement was chilly.
Seo I-Kyung pulled the blanket up to his neck as if covering his shivering body.
***
The elevator doors opened and Han Seung-jae appeared on the first floor. Secretary Park, who had been waiting, approached.
“As you said, I’ve contacted the doctor. He said he’s on his way now, so he should arrive soon.”
As he listened to Secretary Park’s words, Han Seung-jae’s gaze fixed to one side. Butler Do, who had been passing by, approached.
“Have a good day, Director Han.”
It was when Butler Do raised his head after bowing that Han Seung-jae’s voice came from above.
“Take what’s in the study and get rid of it.”
Butler Do clasped his hands in front and asked:
“Which thing are you referring to…?”
“Why are you so slow to understand? I’m talking about the painting.”
“But that’s what the Young Master…”
Butler Do’s words trailed off, overwhelmed by Han Seung-jae’s cold gaze. Could it be that he didn’t like the painting? Was that why the atmosphere between them this morning was different from usual?
“Where should I put it?”
The words he barely squeezed out were close to being for Seo I-Kyung’s sake. Han Seung-jae couldn’t have missed the sincere loyalty coming from deep in his heart. That’s why he had gladly played along with the two of them yesterday. But that was only for yesterday.
“Burn it. So I don’t have to see it.”
Butler Do, frozen in place, didn’t dare to ask any more. Han Seung-jae’s eyes were fiercely bright.
“And when you lie in front of me, you should judge well.”
Secretary Park sensed that Han Seung-jae wanted to grab Butler Do’s head and smash it against the wall. However, the fact that he was barely holding back wasn’t just for Butler Do’s sake. He must be keeping Seo I-Kyung on the second floor in mind.
Even after Han Seung-jae brushed past, Butler Do remained rooted to the spot for a long time.
It was only when Seo I-Kyung came out of the elevator that Butler Do moved.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
Seo I-Kyung stepped back slightly as if avoiding Butler Do approaching. He reflexively pulled his hurt hand behind his back. Noticing this, Butler Do hurriedly lowered his outstretched hand. Seo I-Kyung’s wrist was wrapped in a bandage. And on his neck visible above his shirt collar, there were dense marks of irritation.
“The doctor will arrive soon. If you go back to your room and lie down for now…”
Butler Do was trying to guide Seo I-Kyung to the room with the ultrasound machine so he could receive treatment as soon as the doctor arrived. As he did so, he whispered about what had just happened with Han Seung-jae.
“It seems Director Han realized you didn’t paint the picture alone.”
Normally, he would have waited until tomorrow or the day after to say this, given Seo I-Kyung’s poor physical condition. But Butler Do could tell the situation was very bad now. Han Seung-jae had even ordered to burn Seo I-Kyung’s painting.
Listening to Butler Do’s words, Seo I-Kyung opened his dry lips.
“Please bring me some water.”
“Water?”
Butler Do hesitated for a moment but turned around. He didn’t have the capacity to think deeply due to Seo I-Kyung’s poor complexion.
“Understood. I’ll bring it right away.”
Butler Do habitually filled a glass with cold water, then poured it all out. He filled it with lukewarm water and returned to the living room. By then, Seo I-Kyung was nowhere to be seen.
Butler Do strode quickly to open the door of the room where he thought Seo I-Kyung would be waiting.
“Young Master, I’ve brought water.”
However, the room with the ultrasound machine was empty.
Butler Do thought for a moment that he had made a mistake. Many things had happened to him since morning. Moreover, Seo I-Kyung hadn’t said he would be here. He had assumed on his own.
Butler Do went up to the second floor using the stairs. He knocked on the bedroom door repeatedly. And called out anxiously for Seo I-Kyung several times from the entrance.
“I apologize. Young Master, I’m coming in. I’m very worried, are you here?”
Finally, he carefully opened the door and looked inside. He was concerned Seo I-Kyung might have collapsed. But there was no answer. Butler Do examined the room and even went out to the terrace to check.
Eventually, Butler Do rushed downstairs and searched for Seo I-Kyung. Watching this commotion, Min Ra-hyun muttered:
“I-Kyung was heading towards the front door earlier.”
Butler Do ran hurriedly to the entrance. The garden, full of bare trees, had cold wind blowing. And Seo I-Kyung, whom Butler Do had seen earlier, was wearing only a thin shirt. Had he gone outside dressed like that?