Hero Hunter is on Parental Leave C46

Chapter 46

Yeongung’s inner walls parted in response to the alpha’s transforming cock—wider, deeper, as though inviting it further inside, into the most secret depths.

The alpha’s shaft reshaped its glans into an anchor and finally rooted itself at the omega’s cervical opening. A knot. An extreme-dominant alpha attempting a knot inside an extreme-heat omega’s womb.

“Aaah—!”

Crunch, crunch. As the invader forced its way through flesh, searing pain followed. The omega’s shoulders twisted, his eyes rolling back. Won Iheun did not miss a single moment of Yeongung collapsing while taking his seed—he etched the sight into his eyes.

He propped the unconscious body against his shoulder and surveyed the long, slim waist marked by his own handprints with deep satisfaction. Until Yeongung opened his eyes again, the alpha’s thrusts and release did not stop.

Squelch, squelch. Lewd sounds echoed through the Chamber of Spawning.

Yeongung blinked, eyes so swollen they barely opened, and took in his surroundings. He was no longer in the Chamber of Spawning but on a hotel bed.

“Ugh…”

A rough, hoarse rasp scraped out of his throat.

Waking up in a perfectly intact hotel room meant the hidden mission had been cleared. And since he’d passed out halfway through, Iheun must have destroyed the core.

“Ah. I lost the bet.”

That was his first thought.

He slid off the bed and reached for his slippers—only for a savage ache to shoot from his soles straight up his spine. Collapsing onto the carpet, Yeongung grabbed the fluttering bed skirt and tried to stand again.

“What the hell… this hurts like shit.”

But his legs gave out like a newborn calf’s; he couldn’t stay upright.

Still seated, he reached back and gingerly felt along the inside of the cleft of his hips. Thankfully, everything was closed up properly. He’d stupidly worried it might not tighten again after being stretched past its limits by Iheun’s cock—especially considering the sheer size of it when fully hard, let alone knotted.

“Fucking lunatic. Knots, of all things.”

Had that bastard seen the same pink status window he had?

“Don’t tell me he got a knotting mission?”

Yeongung had lived more than half his life as a hunter. Even if he had zero interest in nightlife, pink status windows were unheard of.

“Erotic. Erotic system.”

He decided to call that obscenely depraved interface the Erotic Erotic System. Because of that insane system, he and Won Iheun had been forced to spill seed until they blacked out.

There had been no foreplay—just rushed penetration. But under the mission’s aphrodisiac effects, the omega’s soaked slick and the alpha’s cum mixed thickly, making entry easier than usual.

Normally, as an extreme-heat omega, Yeongung produced relatively little pheromone and wasn’t used to opening himself first. Yet he’d begged—clung on—pleading to be fucked where it felt good. Like animals in heat, they’d rut shamelessly.

“….”

The memory resurfaced: Iheun’s relentless gaze as he slammed upward, gripping Yeongung’s waist even as he lost consciousness.

Inside, Iheun had pounded as if to burst through his belly, pressing down the bulge with his palm every time it hit. Assaulted from inside and out, all Yeongung could do was whimper like a beast and bite into Iheun’s shoulder.

And since it was his first knot, he had no idea how long it took for the alpha’s rut to subside after he blacked out. Still—the knot had ended. The erotic mission had cleared. They were back in the real world.

“Tch. This soreness—how long is it gonna last?”

His whole body throbbed like it had been beaten with clubs. Crawling back onto the bed, Yeongung collapsed onto the premium mattress. He didn’t even have the energy to circulate mana.

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and skimmed the latest headlines.

‘Tako Guild Destroys Gate at Seoul’s Largest Dome—Tens of Thousands of Civilians Safely Rescued’

‘Lightning Gate Above Dome Neutralized—Zero Casualties’

‘Master Won Iheun Vanishes After Embracing Mysterious Figure’

‘Tens of Thousands Return to Their Families—“Thank You, Tako Guild”’

‘Management Bureau’s Heavy Reliance on Private Guilds—Is This Sustainable?’

The coverage matched his expectations. No gate explosion penalty—further proof the erotic mission had succeeded.

“Wait. Penalty on failure only? No reward for success? Fuck—this system’s a total scam.”

He scrolled to the comments.

└ Who’s the person Won Iheun wrapped up like a blanket burrito?

└ That’s not a woman—look at the height

└ No way, did Hero collapse??

└ Yeah, Absolutes are still human. Must’ve been hell difficulty

└ That’s not Hunter Hero

└ Stop with the brain-dead speculation

└ LOL looked like he kidnapped someone and ran

└ For real, not a hair visible

└ Might not even be a person—could be loot!

“What the hell are they talking about.”

Yeongung zoomed in on the photo.

“…That’s me.”

Wrapped in black cloth like a swaddled baby, cradled in Won Iheun’s arms.

“What am I, a chrysalis? Embarrassing as hell.”

Iheun had hidden him so thoroughly that not even a strand of hair showed. Considering how he must’ve looked inside, being a chrysalis was preferable. Yeongung glanced down inside his robe—his upper body was a canvas of bruises and heat marks.

“Red, purple, yellow—used me like a damn sketchpad.”

They’d slept together countless times, but Yeongung still didn’t understand why Iheun—usually stone-faced—lost control over a prettily crying omega like him. Still, Yeongung was always the one left wanting, so he never pressed for answers. He was afraid of what that filthy-mouthed bastard might say.

When muscle pain was this bad, moving actually helped. Massaging his stiff waist, Yeongung did some light stretches.

Stretching side to side, he checked his call log—no missed calls. He stared at the contact labeled Pretty Psycho and muttered like someone plucking petals.

“Call first. Don’t call. Call first. Don’t call.”

He dialed the eleven digits he could punch in blindfolded. The ringtone droned on. Iheun didn’t answer.

“…Bastard. Busy cleaning up, I guess.”

Thinking back on the shameless acts in the Chamber of Spawning made it awkward to face him—but he still wanted to see that pretty face.

“Pathetic. An Absolute, and you’re still lying around.”

With a grunt, Yeongung headed for the bathroom, planning to wash up and go to the guild.

But until the End War, he wouldn’t see Won Iheun again.

Because the bastard was deliberately avoiding him.

“If the doctor’s right, then Jaehui was… born in the Sp—khm—the Chamber of Spawning. Either the hospital miscalculated the weeks, or kids born from cracks follow different rules.”

Coming out of the memory, Yeongung asked what had long bothered him.

“Since we’re talking about it—why did you avoid me back then?”

After the knot, Won Iheun had consciously kept his distance. They were forced to meet right before the End War, but until then, Yeongung hadn’t even been able to step on his shadow.

“I mean… the knot was for the mission anyway. I wasn’t gonna grill you about it. But you kept dodging me, and at first I didn’t care—then I got pissed.”

“….”

Yeongung stared at the man who’d gone silent again. He remembered what Iheun had spat out when he’d destroyed the trajectory and taken a fatal blow in Yeongung’s stead.

‘Who the hell are you dying for, Hunter Hero. Already slept with someone else?’

‘You insane bastard—this is not the time—!’

‘What, feel empty if there’s nothing stuffed up that loose ass of yours?’

After clearing the Chamber of Spawning, they hadn’t slept together at all. Iheun’s one-sided cold war—yet he’d acted like Yeongung had betrayed him, like he’d been sleeping around.

“You were talking just fine a second ago. Why’d you clam up? I’m the only one talking now.”

Iheun’s clenched jaw looked almost angry. In truth, the rigid muscles were the result of forcing a mouth temporarily bound by the system to move—but Yeongung had no way of knowing that.

“This is pissing me off.”

Pulling away, Yeongung scrubbed his face hard with both hands and raked through his mess of hair. Every time things seemed to improve, they snapped back to square one.

He’d thought they could finally talk honestly. But the man who’d confessed his love for Jaehui, his circumstances, his heart—was gone.

Once again, Won Iheun chose silence.