Yigyeom ejaculated again with a long groan as the overflowing liquid soaked his perineum and rubbed his wet stomach in a slippery manner. Even though Kwon Taejung looked at Yigyeom’s face with great emotion, he did not stop rubbing his perineum with his hand.
In the end, Yigyeom reached the extreme as his waist flinched again. Kwon Taejung also pleaded, staring at Yigyeom’s face, who came twice in a row.
“Haa…Mhm…”
Kwon Taejung exhaled heavily against the nape of Yigyeom’s neck, observing Yigyeom’s sudden gasp followed by a lapse into stillness. Drenched in sweat and lacking the energy to keep his eyes open, Yigyeom seemed drained. Although tempted to indulge further in mischief, Kwon Taejung chose restraint, captivated by Yigyeom’s serene expression, opting to refrain from further antics for the day.
Kwon Taejung kissed his pretty, flushed cheeks making a smooching sound, and also kissed his lips, which were a little swollen from how much he sucked on them, making a wet sound. It tickled Yigyeom, but the way he moved his lips was cute, so he didn’t hesitate to kiss him one more time.
“Shall we sleep now?”
Yigyeom nodded his head as he asked quietly so as not to fall asleep. Kwon Taejung smiled placed the blanket on Yigyeom’s shoulders and covered him. As the heat that had filled his entire body cooled down, he felt chilly too, but Yigyeom probably felt even more chilly.
“Sure, time to rest. Sweet dreams.”
Observing Yigyeom nod in response, Kwon Taejung appeared unable to contain his emotions any longer and enveloped curled up Yigyeom entirely in his embrace, bending down and hugging him tightly. He desired Yigyeom to belong wholly to him, wishing to ensure that Yigyeom couldn’t do anything without him—couldn’t exist without him. He yearned for a connection so profound that Yigyeom couldn’t even breathe without him.
Kwon Taejung had never failed to achieve what he wanted.
* * *
Kwon Taejung arrived first and waited for his mother in his car. The car of Ahn Miyeon, Kwon Taejung’s mother, the chairman of the Taesung Group Scholarship Foundation, and the director of the best art gallery, TS Gallery, who attached great importance to keeping appointment times, pulled into the parking lot ten minutes before the appointed time. Kwon Taejung got out of the car, approached the black car, and opened the back seat door before the driver got out.
“Mom.”
“Is our maknae here already?”
“I was thrilled about our date, so I hurried over here to meet you.”
In contrast to the poised demeanor of Kwon Yoojung and Kwon Kijung, Kwon Taejung exuded a distinct charm, likely due to being the youngest. As the tallest among them, he lacked a certain sophistication but had a knack for saying things that melted everyone’s hearts, leading his mom to dote on him.
“I feel like you’ve lost weight. Are you having trouble eating well? Is the redevelopment work taking a toll on you?”
“I can manage it just fine. I’m doing alright. I’m actually feeling great lately. I have a good appetite, and everything’s manageable. No need to be concerned.”
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Taking a seat, Kwon Taejung requested the dishes his mother typically enjoys. This French restaurant had been her regular spot for almost two decades, so without glancing at the menu, he effortlessly remembered her preferences.
“Taejung, what do you think about staying at our place until the redevelopment work is completed? When you’re away, Mom and Dad feel lonely.”
“Don’t be like that. Yoojung and Kijung are there at home.”
“Yoojung and Kijung are very busy. The company’s current workload makes it challenging to catch even a glimpse of them. They leave before I’m awake and return after I’ve already slept. During such busy periods, at the very least, it would be comforting if you were around.”
Upon hearing those words, Yigyeom was the immediate thought that crossed Kwon Taejung’s mind. Returning to his parent’s home would complicate his ability to stay over at Yigyeom’s place as he currently did. In the past, before he knew Yigyeom, he would have readily agreed, but now, he had absolutely no desire to agree to it.
“I’ve got quite a lot on my plate these days too. If I go in and then hardly get to see Mom and Dad, that’s just going to be more upsetting. Instead, I’ll visit more often. If I feel like it, I might stay back at the family home for a month or so later on.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“I hope you meet a good person and can move in with her.”
When the subject of marriage arose, Kwon Taejung’s mind immediately turned to Yigyeom. He paused to take a sip of water and glanced at his mother. Although it might have been premature, once the topic was broached, he felt an overwhelming urge to delve into it, prompting him to discuss it incessantly.
“If I tell you, “Mom, I’ve found someone I like,” you’d allow me to marry them immediately, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course. I will allow anyone. There is no reason for me to be against someone you like. But why? Have you met anyone?”
Kwon Taejung smiled, gently shaking his head as he observed his mother’s gleaming eyes. It was premature to say anything definitive—they hadn’t formally met, nor had they confessed their feelings to each other yet. They’d only mixed their bodies.
“Well. I was wondering if you wanted an arranged marriage.”
“It’s different. It’s not simple to connect with someone through an arranged marriage, build a bond, and share a life. You should marry someone you genuinely like.”
“So, it’s fine if he’s not well-off?”
“You have plenty of money, so you can cover for both. The crucial aspect is character.”
In Kwon Taejung’s observation of his 32 years of life, his mother wasn’t known for repeating herself. She didn’t hold back her thoughts, nor was she one to say things just to appease a situation. Her response brought him some relief.
Of course, he was already way ahead of himself. Still, he thought there was no harm in knowing in advance.
“I think you’ve found someone you like? Previously, you were strongly against even discussing marriage. You wouldn’t let me get a word in, firmly stating you’d never marry.”
“Just… I’ve had a change of heart. If I happen to find someone I genuinely like, I might consider giving it a chance.”
“Your mom wholeheartedly supports your love life.”
“Oh, it’s not like that. I’m not in a relationship yet.”
“Yes, I still support you.”
Kwon Taejung, who could no longer deny it as he saw his mother smiling brightly, thought of Yigyeom, who smiled at him while telling him good morning. He made eye contact with his mom who was looking at him and smiled.
Mom, you know what? Is it okay for me to like someone who is twelve years younger than me? Kwon Taejung struggled to hold back words that felt like an impending reprimand as if they were lodged in the back of his throat.
* * *
Yigyeom, attempting to have hospital food alongside his grandfather, started feeling chilled and shivery. Unable to eat, he opted for warm water from a purifier, managing only a few sips.
Yigyeom was okay in the morning, but after Kwon Taejung accompanied him to the hospital, he started experiencing a feverish sensation and felt nauseous in his stomach.
He questioned whether it might be a cold, but there was a noticeable difference from his usual experience with a cold. Alongside the trembling, fleeting sensations of exhilarating pleasure coursed through his body, intermittently accompanied by twinges in his stomach. Seated on the hospital room’s sofa, feeling lightheaded, Yigyeom glanced up at the approaching caregiver, who wore a surprised expression upon seeing him.
“Oh my goodness, look at the sweat. You’re so pale. Weren’t you feeling cold earlier? Or are you really unwell?”
“I believe so… If I take the medication and rest for a day, I’ll be alright.”
“Quickly go home and rest today and tomorrow. Maybe it’s because your grandfather was unwell, and you were back and forth, worrying about his comfort. People tend to fall ill when they’re anxious. Before that happens, go and rest. Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you… I’ll rest and return when I feel better.”
“Don’t come today, alright? Come back when you’ve completely recovered. I’ll take care of your grandfather, don’t worry.”
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have headed home in this state, but today he felt exceptionally odd. Yigyeom exchanged greetings with the caregiver, glanced at his sleeping grandfather, and exited the hospital room. Feeling dizzy and persistently breaking into a cold sweat, he suspected he might be seriously ill.
Though Yigyeom aimed to descend to the ground floor and reach the bus stop, he lacked the strength to walk beyond the hospital’s exterior for several minutes. Unconsciously, he found himself getting into a taxi parked right by the door, murmuring the name “Daramdong,” and reclining back. Even in stillness, he began to experience shortness of breath, sensing his body temperature escalating to a point of discomfort.
Why is this happening? Yigyeom didn’t believe it was solely physical discomfort. This sensation was entirely new to him. Chilling energy seemed to crawl through his body, leaving him shivering. Yigyeom leaned forward, resting his forehead against the seat in front of him, struggling to endure. His heart pounded rapidly, audible to him.
“Sir, are you in pain? Should we return to the hospital?”
“Ah… No. Please head to Daramdong.”
Yigyeom, barely responding, shrugged. Despite having a fever, his body felt so cold that he longed to embrace something. Yigyeom yearned for Kwon Taejung’s arms where he had slept the previous night.
“…Ah.”
Thinking about Kwon Taejung intensified his tremors. Despite Kwon Taejung’s absence, it seemed as though his scent lingered. Yigyeom recalled the touch of Kwon Taejung’s hand and the sensation of his tongue grazing over his body sharply. Yigyeom closed his legs tightly and bit his lip hard, feeling a painful sensation. It wasn’t merely physical discomfort—it was something else entirely.
“If something feels off in your body, let me know. Now that your pheromones are back, you might experience heat.”
The term “Heat Cycle” emerged in Yigyeom’s thoughts, prompted by Kwon Taejung’s voice. This concept was entirely new to Yigyeom. Throughout puberty, he had never encountered a heat cycle, as powerful suppressants had suppressed any such experiences.
Though he had only heard about it through conversations, he lacked a real understanding of its symptoms. He knew it was likened to an animal’s heat, marked by irritability and a strong desire for an Alpha. This vague understanding made him grasp why it was referred to as “heat.”
Once Kwon Taejung crossed Yigyeom’s mind, the lingering scent of pheromones persisted, and the longing to be embraced in his arms remained constant. Yigyeom was troubled, yearning for Kwon Taejung to touch him just like he did the day before.
Despite Yigyeom’s lingering sense of embarrassment, he made every effort to push thoughts of Taejung away. Nevertheless, his body, having already savored the initial pleasure of touching Kwon Taejung, gradually warmed up and incited Yigyeom’s arousal. The desire to think of him, to yearn for him earnestly, to contact him immediately, and to seek comfort in Alpha’s embrace intensified within Yigyeom.
“… Ha…”
Sweat from pheromones exuded, heating the skin. Luckily, the taxi driver wasn’t an Alpha, so despite sensing it, there was no noticeable reaction. Yigyeom visibly relaxed and glanced at the familiar surroundings outside the window. Before long, the taxi reached the gravelly roads of Daramdong and halted at the alley’s entrance Yigyeom had mentioned.
I hope Kwon Taejung does not hurt Yigyeom later when Yigyeom can know the true identity of Taejung. Thanks a lot for updating the novel😍.