NLFSD Chapter 61

Chapter 61

It was twenty minutes later when Seo Taecheon reached home. The moment he pushed open the front door, a heady flood of sage scent hit him. But mixed within was a sharp, citrus‑like orange note — proof something extraordinary was happening inside these walls.

Following the scent, his fears were confirmed. Lee Jiwoon lay collapsed on the floor, gasping ragged breaths. His bathrobe had fallen open, skin flushed crimson, his chest stiffened from stimulation that had clearly been self‑provoked.

His legs twitched helplessly, eyes glazed and unfocused — unmistakable signs of a heat cycle.

“Jiwoon!”

Dropping to his knees, Taecheon quickly gathered him in his arms, desperate to steady him.

“Stay with me. Are you alright?”

But an Omega sensing his Alpha’s arrival could not possibly calm. The sharp forested scent of Taecheon’s pheromones drove his fever higher instead.

“Taecheon, I… do something, please.”

Clutching at his neck, Jiwoon dragged him close. The urgent, desperate clinging melted even Taecheon’s composure. When such dense pheromones poured out of an Omega already dear to him — one he had longed to touch for so long — even the most disciplined Alpha could not stay steady.

“Jiwoon.”

“It’s too hot… my body feels strange…”

He buried his face into Taecheon’s collar, inhaling as though it was the only place left to breathe. Taecheon felt his control slipping as moist, heated breaths tickled his skin. He wanted — no, needed — to claim him.

“Jiwoon.”

“Yes… haah….”

Jiwoon rubbed his face helplessly against his chest, shoulders, neck.

“Do you know who I am?”

“…Yes, I know it’s you… Taecheon.”

“And do you know what I might do to you if we continue?”

The warning in his tone should have chilled Jiwoon — but instead, drunken on heat, he found it arousing.

“I know. As long as it’s you… I want it, please, hurry—”

Before he could finish, Taecheon yanked him upright with a strength he had never displayed before.

“Come with me.”

“Ahh—”

Gripping his wrist tightly, Taecheon dragged him down the hall. It wasn’t rational; his instincts screamed to seize and secure. Pulling his tie loose with his free hand, he kicked the bedroom door open.

The bed — their shared bed, where they had once lain awkwardly, teased, and lately held one another tenderly — would now host something entirely different.

Taecheon threw Jiwoon back onto the mattress and climbed after him. His hands plunged inside the robe, making Jiwoon gasp aloud, eyes screwed shut, body shuddering.

“Ta— Taecheon!”

From Taecheon emanated Alpha pheromones — not gentle or soothing but predatory, like invisible serpents winding from his legs to his thighs, up to his most intimate parts. The invasive phantom sensation made Jiwoon moan uncontrollably.

“Look at me.”

“Haa…”

“Think of who I am as this happens.”

“…Taecheon.”

With a growl, Taecheon tore off his clothes, buttons scattering. Nothing mattered but absorbing Jiwoon’s heat and sinking into his scent until his own maddening hunger quieted.

His lips crashed down, devouring Jiwoon’s as though long‑starved. Sensitive skin welcomed him, trembling.

“Mnngh—”

Jiwoon’s knees locked around his thighs, a catalyst that detonated Taecheon’s restraint completely.

“If we keep going like this, Jiwoon,” Taecheon growled, “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“I don’t care — please, do something—!”

Begging, Jiwoon rubbed his cheek into Taecheon’s bare shoulder, roaming hands coaxing him closer. Cursing, Taecheon caught those hands and pinned them above his head. Stretched out beneath him, Jiwoon’s flushed, marked skin was irresistibly tempting.

Pressing his lips to Jiwoon’s body, Taecheon bit and sucked, leaving claim marks. Jiwoon cried out, arching under him. Pheromones layered thick in the air, dissolving Jiwoon’s strength, leaving him pliant.

“Haa— ahh—”

His vision blurred; thought scattered. Exhilaration, bliss, pain blurred together until he felt close to fainting. Their pheromones entwined into overwhelming ecstasy.

Jiwoon slept as though dead afterwards — unmoving, silent, utterly drained.

At some point he stirred faintly awake.

“…Thirsty.”

Groping for water by the bed, he found none. Sighing, he thought about trudging to the kitchen — but as soon as he stepped down, pain lanced his back.

“Ah—”

No — not just lanced. It felt like spikes driven into his hips. His inner thighs cramped, calves twitched, even his ankles ached as if bound.

What happened to me? The fever’s gone. The chills are gone. But now this bodyache is unbearable.

Indeed, when he touched his forehead, there was no fever left. Inside he felt light, refreshed almost. But outwardly, his muscles ached as though flattened by a millstone.

Unsteady, he moved again, the blanket slipping off to reveal himself bare. He froze at the sight of his naked body.

Wait. Didn’t I…? Yesterday, I remember being too sick. I called Taecheon… Everything after that comes in flashes.

A hoarse voice shouting his name, rough panting, those dizzying peaks until he blacked out.

Jiwoon’s entire face burned bright red.

Did that really just happen? Did I actually… with Taecheon…?

Overwhelmed, he wrapped himself tight in the blanket.

Yet strangely his body was completely clean, too dry for what he expected. No sweat, no fluids.

Impossible. I know I was drenched. Don’t tell me… he wiped me clean?

“Ughhh!!”

The shame was unbearable. God, if this is a dream, let me wake. If it’s real, let me sleep forever.

As he writhed, the door burst open.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

There stood Taecheon, neatly dressed in shirt and slacks, worry in his expression. Jiwoon dove back under the blanket head to toe.

“Why cover yourself? Are you ill? Why scream just now?”

“I’m… just too embarrassed.”

Peeking only his eyes and nose out miserably, Jiwoon muttered. Taecheon only chuckled and pulled him, blanket and all, into an embrace.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? I’ve already seen everything.”

“Ughhh!”

He fought, but wrapped in the quilt couldn’t escape. Even his voice cracked, raw.

“And why’s your voice like this?”

“…From shouting too much last night. It’ll be hard for a while.”

“…S‑so embarrassing…”

He shrank back under covers. Taecheon chuckled softly, then stepped out. Jiwoon felt faint just thinking.

Not long after, Taecheon returned carrying a tray: steaming cream soup, heaps of Jiwoon’s favorite mango and strawberries, three kinds of water — iced, room‑temperature, and hot. Aromatic teas, black and jasmine, perfumed the little spread.

An exquisite breakfast‑in‑bed, prepared just for him.