TCBW C72

Chapter 72(NSFW)

“Are you hurt anywhere? What about you, Haeon-ssi?”

As Suhoe approached in worry, Dowoon’s body swayed unsteadily. Fearing he might collapse, Suhoe instinctively moved closer to support him—

“Ugh!”

An Alpha pheromone, violent enough to shatter everything around, burst forth like a storm and engulfed Suhoe. It was a force unlike anything he had ever felt before—an overwhelming scent that crashed over him and made his entire body react instantly.

Heat spread through him, his body burning, and from deep inside his abdomen, a numbing pleasure began to bloom.

“Y-you’re… in rut?”

Dowoon didn’t answer—only let out harsh, ragged breaths. That was all the confirmation Suhoe needed.

It was rut.

He struggled to guide the large man down onto the sofa. His own hands were trembling, heavy with the saturation of Dowoon’s pheromones, but he forced himself to stay focused.

“You’ll catch a cold like this. Just—just hold on for a moment.”

Leaving Dowoon slumped and half-conscious, Suhoe hurried up the stairs.

While gathering towels to wipe him down, his eyes caught the medicine bottle placed under the bed—the one Unhyo had given him last time.

With a face flushed scarlet, Suhoe picked up the bottle. His hand was shaking uncontrollably.

He descended the stairs again, his arms full of towels.

Dowoon was still leaning against the sofa, his breathing rough and erratic. He didn’t seem to have regained any clarity. Suhoe, face filled with worry, reached out with his dry hand and fumbled with Dowoon’s shirt. Then, hesitating for only a moment, he began unbuttoning it from the waist up.

Even as his mind spun with questions—why had rut come so suddenly?—a voice of memory surfaced within him:

“Rut is as painful as heat, sometimes to the point where one loses consciousness.”

Though his own body was feverishly aroused by the Alpha’s pheromones, Suhoe’s foremost concern was still Dowoon’s state.

So this was why he’d felt so anxious—because something like this might happen to Dowoon?

He had no clairvoyance, no divine intuition, but even so, his uneasy premonition had found its answer in the man before him.

Suhoe’s hands moved quickly. He wanted to dry Dowoon’s soaked body and make him comfortable.

The mismatched buttons came undone one by one. When his gaze finally traveled up and stopped at Dowoon’s neck, Suhoe froze.

Just above the damp collar, smeared across the fabric, was a vivid, unmistakable mark—a lipstick stain, bright red and deliberate.

His hands stilled. The shock struck like a hammer to the head. Even someone as naïve as he could not pretend not to know what that meant.

“Haa… haah…”

As Dowoon groaned in distress, Suhoe swallowed his emotions and forced his hands to keep working. He unbuttoned the rest of the shirt as if nothing were wrong. But when his eyes fell upon what was revealed, his breath caught once more.

Dowoon wasn’t even wearing a belt.

Suhoe’s trembling hands came to a halt. His chest constricted as if the air itself had turned solid. His heart plummeted. All strength left his limbs.

At that moment, a flash of lightning illuminated the window, and the fluorescent light flickered and died. Power outage. The room plunged into darkness.

Suhoe stood frozen in the pitch-black.

Only the occasional flicker of Dowoon’s phone screen and the flashes of lightning outside showed that he was still awake. From that alone, Suhoe could picture vividly what had happened before he came here. The image of a woman’s face haunted his mind.

You were with her, weren’t you?

So that’s why I felt so uneasy.

The emotions he had suppressed burst out all at once, and with them, a faint floral fragrance welled up from Suhoe’s body.

At that scent, Dowoon’s eyes snapped open. His pupils gleamed gold—nearly yellow—bright even in the dark.

Only then did he seem to realize that the figure before him was his young wife.

With a primal instinct, Dowoon’s arm shot out, seizing Suhoe’s slender neck. He pulled himself upright and, without giving him a chance to resist, crushed his lips against his.

“Mm—!”

Dowoon’s touch, usually careful and gentle, was harsh and bruising tonight. His grip was so strong it hurt. He pushed Suhoe’s body against his own, forcing his weight upon him.

Even as pain made him whimper, Dowoon didn’t stop—his kiss was wild, consuming, almost desperate.

Between the suffocating presses of lips and tongues, Suhoe caught the bitter tang of wine and the metallic taste of blood.

Dowoon’s arms locked around him, pulling him into his lap. His pheromones—like the sultry air of a summer night—mingled with the faint scent of another woman’s perfume.

It drove Suhoe’s senses into chaos.

He must have been with Director Han. When rut hit, he came straight here.

The lipstick stain. The undone belt. The alien perfume.

All of it felt like a confession—one without shame or remorse.

A man like Dowoon, so precise and calculating, would never mistake his own cycle. This must have been a sudden, acute rut brought on by heightened excitement.

A high-grade Alpha’s rut was likely too much for a Beta like Director Han to handle.

Dowoon, consumed by madness, pushed Suhoe down onto the sofa.

“Ah—!”

Ignoring his pained cry, Dowoon pulled up his thin clothes and stripped off his pants. Without hesitation, he gripped Suhoe’s pale hips, unfastened his own buckle, and revealed his hardened length.

In the flash of lightning, his shadow loomed over Suhoe—bold and unrelenting—as he aimed without even a trace of foreplay.

“I’ll get the condom. J-just wait a second,” Suhoe pleaded, panicked.

But Dowoon, lost to reason, didn’t hear him.

“The professor said you have to use one—”

Rip—

A sharp sound tore through the room as Dowoon thrust inside.

“Ah—!”

“Hh… quiet.”

The pain was searing, tearing him open just like that first night they had joined. Tears welled up in Suhoe’s eyes, but Dowoon didn’t stop.

He moved like a beast, burying his face in Suhoe’s neck, inhaling his scent as he drove deeper.

The pain gradually melted into a dizzying pleasure that seized control of Suhoe’s body. Every thrust sent waves of sensation rippling through him, and soon he was moaning uncontrollably.

Even in his half-crazed state, Dowoon’s instincts remembered exactly where to touch, how to make him tremble.

“Ah—ahh!”

Now and then, a flicker of reason crossed Dowoon’s mind as he looked down at his young wife, trembling and crying beneath him. The heat of their bare contact—without protection—burned against his skin.

It was as though he sought to erase the humiliation of earlier hours with this intoxicating body.

He gripped Suhoe’s chin, turned his head, and brushed his thumb over the swollen red lips.

At last, with one final deep thrust, Dowoon spilled inside him.

“Mm….”

Suhoe’s body shuddered as the hot liquid filled him, the thick length inside pulsing with release.

A broken, trembling moan escaped him between ragged breaths.

Even after climaxing, Dowoon didn’t withdraw. He lingered, savoring the sensation of the trembling, slick walls that clung to him.

Suhoe flinched, realizing belatedly that he too had come. Despite the roughness, his body had responded shamefully.

“…Ha… haa….”

He buried his face into the sofa cushions.

As the haze of pleasure faded, another thought surfaced—

He didn’t use a condom.

But in truth, whether he did or didn’t hardly mattered. The whole reason Suhoe lived in Dowoon’s house was to bear his child.

From Dowoon’s perspective, it was only natural not to use protection. Professor Eun’s advice had been a consideration for Suhoe’s fragile body, not a rule Dowoon was obliged to follow.

Suhoe’s health, his body—none of it mattered.

Even if he conceived and ruined himself in the process, there would be no other man, no other life waiting for him.

So he shouldn’t feel upset.

Even if, as he suspected, Dowoon had spent time with Sara and came to him only after rut struck; even if he used him without a word, releasing inside him as if into some lifeless tool—Suhoe was supposed to accept it all without complaint.

He knew that.

He knew all of it.

And yet—his heart still ached, restless and unrestrained.

When Dowoon had followed Professor Eun’s advice and used condoms before, Suhoe had allowed himself to fall into a foolish illusion.

That perhaps, just perhaps, he was doing it for him.

It wasn’t just that time. Every time Dowoon granted a small request, every word or gesture that seemed to care for him, Suhoe had harbored that quiet, fragile hope.

Even a single kind glance from Dowoon could set his heart ablaze.

He knew it was presumptuous to call such feelings love. He knew there would never be an answer returned to him. Yet, Suhoe couldn’t let go of that faint hope.

So when Dowoon appeared now, marked by Sara’s perfume and lipstick, wearing the traces of another woman openly before him—Suhoe couldn’t even summon the courage to resent him.

He knew everything, and still he sulked—simply because Dowoon had come to him straight after being with Sara.

Meanwhile, Dowoon, having caught his breath, began to harden again inside him.

Feeling it, Suhoe pushed against him. Not entirely out of resentment—but because they couldn’t keep doing this here, on the sofa.

If they were to continue, it would be better to move to the bedroom.