TCBW C30(18+)

Chapter 30(18+)

“Doesn’t the company you suggested already have cleaning staff?”

“They do, but janitorial work is hardly easy labor, so I wouldn’t recommend it to you directly.”

“Even so, I’d rather do cleaning work.”

At Suhoe’s gentle yet unwavering words, Haeeon swiftly ran the numbers in his head. He came to the conclusion that it would be far more efficient to let him do as he wished and get worn out on his own, rather than waste energy arguing to change his mind.

How long could a young master raised sheltered in a shrine possibly last?

In the end, he decided to assign him to cleaning work, exactly as he wanted. At the same time, he judged it likely to be a short‑lived episode, so there was no need to draw his superior’s attention; he would not inform Dowoon what specific work Suhoe would be doing.

Of course, the minimum appearance of propriety had to be kept. Haeeon contacted the company’s facilities department with instructions to prepare a new break room for the janitorial staff. It was, in truth, a show‑piece gesture for someone who would soon quit.

Meanwhile, upon receiving this directive, Chief Janitor Jang Gyu‑beom was so shocked he dropped the phone in his hand.

“What on earth is going on?”

He stood frozen for a long moment even after ending the call.

“Huh? What kind of call was that?”

“We—we’re moving above ground.”

“What?”

“They’re making us a janitors’ break room behind the café on the third floor!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! The president’s secretary himself said to prepare a dedicated break room for us!”

Still reeling from the unbelievable news, Gyu‑beom hugged fellow janitor Seo‑jun, with whom he had just finished work, in the drafty underground break area where they’d been eating instant noodles.

It was late at night, after everyone else had gone home.

Returning directly to the Balhwa‑dong residence from his business trip, the first thing Dowoon did was to fulfill the terms of his contract with Suhoe.

By now the order of things had become habitual: without a word, he would seat Suhoe on the bed and begin pressing into his body to signal the start of intimacy.

This time, however, Suhoe spoke up cautiously, as if to put the brakes on that unilateral procedure.

“I… start work tomorrow. Thank you… for allowing it.”

Dowoon paused, looking at his face for a moment — wondering what exactly he was talking about — before recalling the instruction he had given Haeeon before leaving: to find something he would be likely to give up on.

He had been so busy, and so sure Haeeon could handle it, that he had forgotten about it entirely until now.

“But… why did you allow it?”

“Do I need to explain my reasons?”

“I was just curious. I lost… the bet, after all. So why…”

In truth, he had no obligation to explain his motives. If he were to give an answer, it might be that the sight of that face, gasping beneath him, had been pleasing enough that such a cheap prize — no, paltry reward — seemed worth granting.

But instead of offering that truth, he masked it with a flat reply.

“If I didn’t, you’d probably pester me over and over with that stiff, unyielding body of yours.”

“…What?”

“Couldn’t move well on top, but I could imagine you stubbornly insisting anyway.”

At the mocking words, Suhoe’s face flushed.

“Th‑that’s really the reason?”

He even jutted his lip and pressed him again for an answer.

“It’s not that, right?”

“…”

“Right?”

The persistent questioning only made Dowoon think he didn’t want to waste the night on this.

“An answer—ugh! Your pheromones are leaking out.”

“I’m releasing them. I don’t like using this method, but if I leave you be, the night will end before we finish.”

And indeed, thick pheromones quickly saturated the room.

Suhoe’s expression was discontent, but he also felt his cock swell with weight and his rear entrance grow slick.

In due course, Dowoon’s hands went to his chest and his hole, fingers teasing slowly.

“W‑wait.”

“…”

“I can’t tire myself out too much tonight. I told you — I’m starting work tomorrow.”

At those words, Dowoon looked down at the hands pushing against his chest, as though to push him away in distaste.

“…You seem to be mistaken. This is your work. And if whatever you’re going to tomorrow interferes with doing this, I can always keep you from going.”

“I’m not saying I won’t do this. I mean… tonight… I’ll… I’ll do it for you.”

“I told you — what can you possibly manage with that rigid body?”

“Th‑that’s not it. I…”

“…”

“I’ll do it… with my mouth.”

Your… mouth?

He blinked in surprise. If he’d heard right, however he had come by the idea, Suhoe was saying he wanted to perform fellatio.

“Do you even know what that means?”

“O‑of course I do.”

“…Good. But you still don’t seem to understand your role here.”

Dowoon’s voice was as impersonal as a warning to a business partner in breach of contract.

“What matters is the result. Pregnancy — that’s the result. Your mouth can’t bear a child. So what do you think this will accomplish?”

Yet even in the face of that logical retort, Suhoe didn’t back down.

“I… I have my reasons.”

Reasons? He had no idea what they might be, but the confident posture made him snort. Surely it was nothing but a clumsy attempt at provocation.

And yet… something in him was stirred by it again — even the curse seeping into his left arm seemed to respond.

In the end, he wordlessly leaned back, making space — tacit permission to try.

Suhoe’s nervous scent permeated the air, a green, grassy note he knew well yet found oddly unfamiliar, settling thick in the room as if to smother Dowoon’s own pheromones.

“…If you’re going to stop halfway again like last time, you’d better quit now.”

“D‑don’t worry…”

Murmuring the words, Suhoe moved to kneel between his legs, unfastened his belt, and drew down the zipper.

Below the smooth abdominal muscles, something thick, with a heavy presence, showed through.

Gulp.

He swallowed. Bold assurances aside, at this proximity his hands trembled.

In his ears, his heartbeat pounded loud and hollow; his vision swam. Even getting it out was harder than expected.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said I could do this… crept unbidden into his mind.

But it was too late to back out now.

Blinking to steady himself, he drew a deep breath, shut his eyes tight, and peeled down the underwear.

Thump.

Something sprang free to smack hard against his face.

“Nngh…!”

The force made his eyes squeeze shut on reflex. Feeling the weight laid across his face, he froze, heat flooding down his neck.

Confident though he had claimed to be, now he only drew thin, shallow breaths, unsure what to do.

Dowoon’s voice was dry with derision.

“…Don’t know what Eun taught you, but you should at least see it through. Or do you not know what comes next?”

Suhoe’s eyes flew wide, looking up at him.

“H‑how did you know?”

“Got a report she came here while I was away.”

Indeed, during his trip, Professor Eun had visited for a routine check — to confirm whether pregnancy had occurred.

She had told him she would continue to come herself or have him come to the hospital, and made the polite inquiry if there had been any issues.

In answer, Suhoe had confessed to a different problem: that he kept passing out during sex.

‘Passing out? How often are we talking here?’

‘Two, three times a day, usually starting at night and ending near dawn.’

As an OB/GYN with a specialty in trait‑bearers, she was momentarily stunned; even for an extreme‑dominance alpha, this was excessive.

‘Every time?’

‘…Yes.’

The short reply left a heavy, awkward silence hanging.

Without comment, she had drawn a booklet and a USB from her medical bag, placing them in his hands.

Her advice was delivered in a voice so dry it almost rasped:

‘You need to be sure to get your partner fully calmed beforehand.’

At first, Suhoe hadn’t understood what she meant.

But later, going through the materials she had left, he realized just how ignorant he had been about sex — and learned for the first time that there were specific methods for draining an alpha’s vigor.