TCBW C46(18+)

Chapter 46(18+)

Tw- noncon

“Hm?”

Seized suddenly by the wrist without knowing why, Suhoe was dragged out helplessly by Dowoon’s overwhelming strength and long strides, given no time to resist or even grasp what was happening.

“Ah! President!”

“Suhoe!”

Startled shouts from Seojun and Haeon burst out belatedly, but the two were already gone beyond the elevator doors.

The doors closed, and the elevator immediately resumed its movement with a faint mechanical hum.

Because it had all happened so quickly, the remaining two could only stand rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the closed doors.

“…Has Mr. Lee lost his mind?”

Once he processed what had just happened, Seojun glared at Haeon, veins standing out on his face. But Haeon was just as taken aback and stood there in a daze.

“Damn it.”

Seeing Haeon’s passive stance, Seojun’s irritation rose.

Realizing he’d have to move on his own, he reached to press the button for the nearest floor and chase after Suhoe and Dowoon.

But Haeon unexpectedly caught and stopped his hand with surprising speed.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Seojun snarled, shooting him a vicious look.

Unflinching before Seojun’s menacing energy, Haeon replied in a calm, businesslike tone.

“There’s a private elevator on that floor that goes straight to the president’s office. Suhoe-ssi has likely already begun work. Mr. Seojun, you should return to your assigned area as well.”

“…Work? Do you think that—what we just saw—looks like someone going to work as normal? Do you, as the president’s secretary?”

Seojun let out a disbelieving laugh, his eyes brimming with contempt toward Haeon.

“……”

“So a wealthy, powerful, extreme-dominance Alpha is openly messing around with a young, weak Omega, leaving dirty marks all over his body—and you’ve turned a blind eye all this time, maybe even abetted it, haven’t you?”

A rich Alpha? Dirty marks?

For a brief instant, confusion flickered across Haeon’s face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He could now see clearly how Seojun had been misunderstanding Dowoon and Suhoe’s relationship, and how dangerously he had been jumping to conclusions.

“Whatever you think, their relationship is far cleaner than you imagine.”

“Does that oh-so-favored fledgling director know Mr. Lee is doing this? Or is she in on it, too?”

Seojun spit out the words with a sneer.

Of course, it was meant to shake Haeon’s composure, but Haeon was not an easy opponent.

“I fully understand what you’re implying. But as I said, their relationship is not the sordid thing you’re imagining, and above all, this is something Suhoe-ssi has chosen for himself.”

“Don’t spout nonsense! Anyone can see you’re just looking to take advantage of that naive, guileless kid!”

Seojun, too, had no intention of yielding even for a moment.

He twisted, trying to wrench his hand free, and Haeon held on even tighter, unwilling to retreat.

“Ha. I really didn’t want to have to say this, but you’ve seen it yourself from up close, haven’t you? What Suhoe-ssi thinks of the president.”

At that, Seojun exhaled a scoffing breath full of contempt.

“So now you plan to exploit even a child’s feelings as a weak point, is that it?”

Without a second’s hesitation, Haeon answered in a steady, unshaken voice.

“That’s not something you have any right or need to involve yourself in.”

“…Hah.”

Seojun let out a hollow laugh, as if the conversation were no longer worth answering—or as if all strength had drained out of him.

Meanwhile, during the unexpectedly prolonged tussle between the two, Suhoe had stepped off the elevator, unable to hide his bewilderment.

Dragged out so abruptly, he couldn’t even hazard a guess as to which floor they were on. He only blinked in shock, silent, staring up at his husband, Dowoon, who looked down at him with a chilling gaze.

“Dowoon-ssi? Why did we get off all of a sudden?”

But Dowoon seemed to have no intention of answering. Still gripping his slender wrist, he strode toward another elevator at the far, most secluded end of the opposite corridor.

With practiced ease, he pulled a key card from his inner jacket pocket and tapped it to the panel.

With a short electronic beep, the firmly closed doors slid open smoothly.

Still caught in Dowoon’s grasp, Suhoe instinctively tried to back away from the unfamiliar space.

“W-where… is this?”

“The private elevator to my office.”

“Then why are just the two of us… using this…”

Paying no mind to Suhoe’s hesitation and fear, Dowoon pushed him inside.

Shoved without warning, Suhoe stumbled into the cold metal wall.

“Ah!”

As he let out a brief, startled breath and lifted his head, the doors had already closed with quiet finality.

A few steps away, arms tightly folded, Dowoon looked down at the unsteady Suhoe with a composed, icy expression.

“D-Dowoon-ssi?”

Suhoe found him frightening. He no longer felt like the man who had called the doctor for him last evening and covered his eyes gently in the early morning.

It was as if he had reverted to that beast-like man from the day they first met—gazing down at him with a cold face.

“Today, here, you will do your job.”

“B-but, Dowoon-ssi… I left my cleaning tools in the elevator earlier.”

“How amusing. Seems you’ve forgotten your place again.”

“Sorry? Ngh.”

As he cautiously questioned him, a faint scent began rising slowly from around his feet, and Suhoe froze.

“W-why are you using pheromones here? Are you… angry, Dowoon-ssi?”

“Angry? No.”

As he said, Dowoon’s voice that followed was flat and cold, with no rise or fall.

“I just thought—since you seem to have forgotten the terms of our contract—it might be useful as a kind of warning, to remind you of where you stand.”

Suhoe’s breath caught.

“M-my… place?”

“Even now—just this much, with a small amount of pheromones—you’re already freezing up like a board… and you still don’t grasp how dangerous an Alpha can be.”

With that, Dowoon stepped directly in front of him, watching the tremor in Suhoe’s eyes without missing a moment, and slowly pressed his lips to his. Then he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with such force it left little room to breathe.

“Mm—”

“I allowed you to work without an escort, and I took only a lukewarm measure of relocating your work area while leaving that mutt wagging his tail at you—because I believed you would handle yourself properly.”

“Ugh.”

“But after seeing that play-acting, like make-believe between children, I changed my mind. I should imprint it on you, clearly, so you will conduct yourself properly.”

“…Ngh. Mm.”

“You’re a scapegoat, remember. So let this be the moment you learn not to carelessly open yourself up to other Alphas.”

“U-uh.”

“And remember this, too: even without foreplay, pheromones alone can make your entrance melt open.”

The suffocating kiss had barely ended when Dowoon immediately yanked down the legs of Suhoe’s jumpsuit uniform to his knees and turned him to face the wall.

With his bare, dry back exposed, Dowoon pushed aside the lower edge of his thin underwear, then teased the slightly damp entrance to confirm that his body opened without resistance.

“After today, I expect you not to be near any Alpha.”

Then, with unhurried confidence, he undid his belt and, without hesitation, drove himself deep inside.

“Mm!”

“Never forget—this sensation of entering you could be achieved by someone other than me.”

As the clear fluid seeping from his entrance slicked around him, Dowoon focused on pressing deeper still.

The sudden pressure of a solid length forcing its way into him without warning sent Suhoe reeling, and though he fought for breath and struggled to focus, it became impossible once Dowoon began to move his hips.

Suhoe was tossed along with each thrust, while Dowoon repeatedly nudged at the lowered mouth of his cervix as though targeting it.

With his hand, he toyed with Suhoe’s thin, soft length; when Suhoe tightened from the brink of climax, flushed and overwhelmed, Dowoon halted his hips.

Just when he was about to peak—rising to an unbearable crest under the relentless upward strokes—Suhoe, faced with Dowoon’s sudden stillness, let out a ragged, involuntary moan and clung to him.

With no intention of letting him release, Dowoon kept flooding the air with pheromones only up to the edge of breaking his mind, pounding into him right up to the cusp of climax, then stopping whenever Suhoe tightened at his peak—pausing, then resuming, over and over.