Chapter 150

Yo Han felt as though his brain had stopped working.

Partly because Gyeol, who had spent the entire night doing one irresistibly adorable thing after another, had finally pressed their lower bodies together—but the far more serious problem was the Omega pheromones pouring off him.

A sweet fruit scent mingled with a faint floral fragrance. The blended scent of peaches and plums soaked deep into Yo Han’s lungs with a single breath.

The concentration was far stronger than what he had smelled inside the Pheromone Booth earlier that day. He had no time to determine whether it was the alcohol or Gyeol’s overflowing emotions before he held his breath. It was useless. Trapped beneath the blanket with nowhere to escape, the scent only grew thicker, until his skin began to ache as though every cell in his body were reacting to the pheromones.

No matter how desperately he tried to cling to reason, there was a limit.

Especially when the person before him was Gyeol—the man who had consumed Yo Han’s every thought and left him frantic with the need to possess him.

Gyeol lightly bumped his lips against Yo Han’s tightly closed mouth as he held his breath.

“......Hh.”

At the same time, he rubbed himself forward and let out a scattered breath.

His movements were hopelessly clumsy. He clearly had no idea what he was supposed to do and was simply shifting around, desperate to find the place that gave him pleasure.

Yo Han could not lose his reason. As the one who was comparatively sober, he had to maintain the boundary.

The filming was part of the reason, but even without the cameras, the situation would have been no different. It was the same reason he had stopped things from going any further in the VIP room years ago. He could not recklessly touch someone who was so drunk he barely knew what he was doing.

Gyeol was not someone who should ever be treated that way.

So Yo Han summoned something close to miraculous strength and held on to the last thread of reason.

“Wait......”

Calm down.

He was cautious about opening his mouth in case the cameras captured his voice. His lips moved, but he could not bring himself to speak. Instead, he gripped Gyeol’s waist tightly with both hands to stop him.

“...Your pheromones are leaking.”

“......”

Gyeol blinked widely, as though he had not understood.

Then he frowned and began struggling.

“Let go.”

Every time he moved, Yo Han’s cock rubbed against Gyeol’s perineum and ass.

Yo Han’s mind nearly went blank.

Even through several layers of clothing, stimulation from someone he desired was brutally vivid. It was torture. Suppressed heat pooled in his lower abdomen, tightening into pain, while the base of his cock throbbed with a dull ache.

“Gyeol.”

“Why......”

Gyeol whined under his breath. It was a sound the usual Gyeol never would have made.

Even then, perhaps some fragment of instinct was still restraining him, because he lowered his voice to the faintest whisper, as though worried about something.

“...You don’t want to do it with me......”

Before he could finish, Yo Han urgently swallowed his lips.

Even then, Gyeol’s mouth moved as though he still intended to say more. Yo Han seized his cheek, wrapped a hand around the back of his head, pulled him close, tilted his nose aside, and sealed their mouths deeply together.

Gyeol continued making stubborn little sounds—mm, ngh—until Yo Han pushed his tongue through the gap between his lips and began licking the tender inner flesh. Only then did Gyeol melt and abandon his attempt to speak.

The kiss became wetter than anything they had shared in the pool or hot tub.

Until moments ago, Gyeol had seemed unable to rid himself of his last hesitation. Now, as though that had never happened, he persistently invaded Yo Han’s mouth. Their tongues tangled close to the roots amid the dense pheromones, and though Yo Han was still trying to restrain him, their lower bodies occasionally locked together with deep pressure.

Fuck. I’m going insane.

Trying to steady his ragged breathing, Yo Han forced himself not to grab Gyeol’s ass.

He forced himself not to press both hands into those cheeks and drive his hips up into him.

He forced himself not to grind their hard cocks together until they reached the limit, drown in pheromones, and finish each other off.

Gyeol truly knew nothing.

He had no idea what Yo Han was restraining—or with what kind of desperation.

“Hh... hhaa......”

Gyeol, meanwhile, could not suppress the small moans that kept escaping him.

There was only so much torture a man could take. Feeling as though he might completely surrender and raise a white flag, Yo Han wrapped an arm around Gyeol’s waist and flipped them over.

Gyeol’s body, boneless from the kiss, was pushed back helplessly onto the bed. Yo Han gave him no opportunity to escape. He climbed over him and pinned both of Gyeol’s hands beside his head.

“......Calm down.”

Gyeol’s lips glistened in the darkness, soaked with saliva. Quick breaths slipped between them. The sound made Yo Han’s ears prickle.

He had said the words, but Yo Han was having just as much trouble calming down. He could feel sweat gathering along his forehead and spine.

Gyeol pursed his lips as though he could not understand, then lifted his head and pressed a firm kiss against Yo Han’s mouth.

“I like this.”

“......”

Then he pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled sweetly.

Who wouldn’t?

Yo Han clenched his molars before forcing out the words.

“We’re filming, Gyeol.”

His voice came out in a low, grinding whisper.

“We covered ourselves with the blanket.”

The blanket draped over them was indeed quite thick. But throwing a piece of fabric over their heads did not transport them into another world. It could not possibly block all sound, and their silhouettes might still be faintly visible.

It struck Yo Han all over again just how drunk Gyeol truly was.

“You might as well cover the sky with your hand.”

“You did the same thing to me.”

Gyeol lifted one brow through his drunken haze and rebuked him.

Yo Han fell silent.

“......Back then, I......”

He somehow managed to begin, but there were no words he could use to defend himself.

What could Yo Han possibly dare to say about that time?

The Yo Han of those days had been vile. He had been out of his mind, as though possessed by something evil.

He had hated seeing Gyeol deceive everyone, turn someone else into the guilty party in an affair, and still hold his head high while pretending to be proper. If Gyeol was going to let Alphas use his body freely anyway, Yo Han had wanted to take him first, before anyone else could lay hands on him. He had brought up the business gay performance while hiding behind the absurd rationalization that he was merely trying to torment Gyeol.

He had not intended to go all the way.

Looking back now, he thought he had simply wanted to leave Gyeol with a shock too overwhelming to bear. Just as Yo Han had been consumed by him and lived beneath Gyeol’s shadow, he had wanted Gyeol to become incapable of ever forgetting him.

By any means.

Using any method necessary.

He had been unable to endure seeing Gyeol smile at other Alphas or watching their gazes assess him. Gyeol would never know how black Yo Han’s insides had burned on the first day, when Gyeol received nearly every attraction card.

So he had pretended to be composed while impatiently driving Gyeol into a corner. Instead of using the rational threat of forcing him to leave the show, he had chosen the irrationality of a business gay performance. ℯℯ𝑙.

He had wanted Gyeol to dance in the palm of his hand.

And never escape it.

He had been frantic.

On their first night at Ivory Mansion, after wrestling beneath the blanket and then going out into the living room, Yo Han had stayed awake until dawn.

Every time he saw Gyeol, his stomach overturned. Endless rage rose within him, only for it to become entangled with something that dragged his ugliest depths into the open. He had not known whether the feeling was resentment or desire.

Two emotions at opposite extremes became as close as two sides of the same coin whenever Gyeol’s name was involved.

Yo Han knew how dark and unpleasant he had been.

He knew he had shown Gyeol the depths he never wanted anyone to see—the parts of himself even he did not want to face.

An apology was not enough. He knew he had no right to ask for forgiveness. He regretted everything.

And yet, whenever he came to his senses......

“The truth is, even then......”

His eyes kept returning to Gyeol until it felt as though the sight of him had blinded Yo Han completely......

“You wanted to have me.”

He was desperate with the fear that Gyeol might slip away.

“Just like now.”

There was no way to control the emotion boiling inside him.

Don’t do it. Stop. End this.

Every resolution failed.

Gyeol drew him closer with a stroke down his cheek, then lightly bit his lower lip.

Yo Han’s brain had already been reduced to mush by the unguarded Omega pheromones and the flood of emotions. There was no chance he could reject Gyeol.

To have misunderstood for so long meant he had also waited for just as long.

He fell helplessly toward Gyeol.

Their lips met.

The mouth that had tasted of fragrant grapes in the hot tub was now filled with alcohol. The longer they kissed, the drunker Yo Han felt. He could no longer tell whether it was the alcohol or the pheromones intoxicating him.

They licked and bit each other’s lips for a long time, lost in the act. The kiss, once deep and grinding, gradually turned into sucking.

Smack.

Every time his tongue was sucked, Gyeol flinched and writhed. But perhaps he had not completely forgotten the cameras, because he made an effort to suppress his voice. The secrecy transformed into a sense of transgression, feeding the arousal even further.

“Hhaa... hh...... mm. Hh......”

As they kissed, Yo Han frantically explored Gyeol’s body over his pajamas. He fondled every part of him—the curves of his shoulders, his chest, the sharp lines of his ribs beneath the fabric, and the narrow contour of his waist.

“Hh... ah......”

Eventually, his hand reached Gyeol’s ass.

The moment he gripped one small cheek, Gyeol shoved at the sheets with his toes, and another thick wave of pheromones poured from him.

After breathing them in, Yo Han pulled his lips away and coughed softly through the dizziness.

In that brief gap, Gyeol caught his wrist and pulled.

Then he wrapped both arms around Yo Han’s head and whispered into his ear.

“Here......”

Their hearts beat out of rhythm where their chests pressed tightly together.

“...It got like this.”

The place where he guided Yo Han’s hand was between his thighs.

Beneath Yo Han’s palm, Gyeol was swollen and rigid. Not only his underwear but even the fabric of his pajama pants was soaked through.