NLFSD Chapter 104(NSFW)

Chapter 104 – Extra Episode 4(NSFW)

Lee Jiwoon buried his face against Seo Taecheon’s chest and rubbed himself there. As he inhaled deeply, he absorbed every trace of the Alpha’s pheromones. With the determination to leave not a single drop wasted, he sometimes licked them up with a hunger that bordered on greed. It was desperate, irrational, as though he had stumbled upon an oasis in the middle of a desert.

Seo Taecheon found Jiwoon—who kept pressing close to him—terrifyingly adorable.

Do you even know… that every time you do this, I want to hold you so tightly that you shatter in my arms?

Dark, crude desires stirred within him. Jiwoon responded with complete honesty to sexual stimulation. When touched, he reacted with sharp sensitivity, and when it felt good, he openly admitted it. Perhaps because he had lived most of his life ignorant of sex, Jiwoon, since the first night they had slept together, showed little shyness. Instead, he would sometimes take bold, daring positions without hesitation.

Just like now, spreading his legs wide and revealing himself on his own—it was so very like Jiwoon.

How can you be this impossibly endearing?

“Put it in for me.”

“Where?”

“Down… into the hole… put yourself inside me.”

Seo Taecheon’s crotch was already bulging, his erection thick and rigid, fluids already oozing.

“Mmh… hurry, please. Quickly.”

“Your hole is still too tight. Not yet.”

“No, I don’t want to wait. Hurry.”

Jiwoon, eyes hazy and lips trembling, shook his hips and whined for him. For an ordinary Alpha, it would have been more than enough to lose all reason immediately. But Seo Taecheon clung desperately to the last threads of self-control. In truth, all he wanted was to ram himself brutally into that tiny, flushed, rosy hole between those snow-white thighs. He longed to thrust in so deep that Jiwoon lost his breath, to pound him savagely, to see him fall apart completely.

He wanted to hold Jiwoon’s waist firm so there would be no escape, to slam into him mercilessly until he reached the deepest point possible. Even if Jiwoon cried in pain or begged him to stop, he wanted to abuse that white, delicate body endlessly.

But he couldn’t. Not now. For Seo Taecheon’s was large even by Alpha standards—too big, too thick. Doctors had warned him: if he fully penetrated, Jiwoon’s Omega body might not be able to withstand it. Physically speaking, Jiwoon’s insides were narrow, his hips slender. Forcing something the size of a young child’s forearm inside could cause irreparable harm.

During their first time, Jiwoon had been in heat, producing an abundance of slick that eased the way. His body opened readily and allowed Taecheon to bury himself to the root, to drive him hard and relentlessly. But now, with a child growing inside, Taecheon’s desire had to be restrained.

“Hurry, please, darling—”

“Wait. Be good, won’t you?”

Jiwoon’s needy opening twitched and gleamed with wetness. Taecheon pressed his glans against him and, very slowly, began to slide in. The Omega’s hole spasmed and gradually stretched, but Taecheon only pushed halfway in before stopping, the tightness overwhelming.

“Uhn… deeper, please, deeper.”

“No. Only this much.”

Sometimes, when Jiwoon grew overly excited, he would throw caution aside and try to take Taecheon fully—either by pushing down on him recklessly or by climbing on top and forcing himself onto the enormous girth. Every time, it became Taecheon’s role to soothe and restrain him, worried sick about the baby inside being hurt.

The compromise was lying on their sides. If they lay pressed together, and Taecheon lifted one of Jiwoon’s legs to make space for penetration, he could both restrain him and make the act gentler. Even if Jiwoon squirmed and arched in excitement, it wouldn’t allow dangerously deep penetration. Tonight, again, Taecheon coaxed him into lying sideways.

“Ah… it feels so good.”

Being on his side made Jiwoon’s body more comfortable, and he seemed to love the warmth of Taecheon’s chest snug against his back. Taecheon sought out his lips and kissed him. The lovers kissed deeply, as though sharing honey. Even the breath flowing between them seemed sweet.

Come to think of it, I never even took off that apron—

Now that he looked closely, the apron was already a mess, drenched in semen and disheveled. The once-neat ribbon ties at the waist had come undone and hung uselessly.

And yet the sight was intoxicating. This was the same Jiwoon he knew, but at the same time, it somehow wasn’t—the odd, elusive sensation only hardened Taecheon further.

Grinding his teeth, Taecheon pushed in and pulled out again and again with his tip. With one hand he held Jiwoon’s shoulder, moving only his hips, and every sensation inside that clasping depth came alive. The sweetness of Jiwoon’s hot, melting inner walls wrapping around him was electric, like stepping into heaven itself. Every time he sank in, it felt as though his whole being was dissolving inside Jiwoon.

“Hhhn, ah—!”

“Haaah…”

“T-too fast…”

Even with just light upward thrusts digging slightly deeper, Jiwoon whimpered in a pained voice that Taecheon found too charming for words. Wanting to hear it again and again, Taecheon buried his face in the nape of his lover’s neck, continued moving inside. The quicker his hips moved, the more frantic Jiwoon’s moans became.

“Ahh—ahhhn! Haaah!”

The rapid pounding shook his body violently, filling the air with the lewd slap of flesh striking flesh. Each slam of Taecheon’s strong hips and thighs made Jiwoon’s ass swell red and hot.

“Hhh… nghhh, aahh—!”

Even that pain turned into pleasure, to the point Jiwoon thought he might lose his mind. At such a fever pitch of arousal, thoughts vanished; reason disappeared altogether. All that remained was the primal desire to become one with Taecheon forever. All he could do was cry out instinctively, moving his hips as he pleased.

“I-It feels like… I’m g-going to die—aghh!”

As the surge of climax tore through him, his hole clenched tight. His release spilled forth, thin and watery, his mind whirled as though falling from a dizzying height, swept away by intoxicating waves.

The strong contractions dragged Taecheon’s own climax. A guttural, primal sound scraped up his throat, rough and raw.

“Kh… ngh—”

As he came, Taecheon opened every pheromone gland in his body, letting waves of presence crash over his Omega. It was a primal act of dominance, of leaving his scent and his existence carved into his lover. Overwhelmed by this flood, Jiwoon writhed. He was the hunted prey, his instincts screamed, and tears welled in reflexive resistance.

“Huuhh… uhh, ngh…”

That too was an Omega’s nature. And even as he cried, his body answered by tightening around the Alpha’s cock, milking him for every drop, rocking his hips greedily. Shameful or not, his throat released moans shamelessly obscene.

“Hnngh, haaah—ahhh! Please, more… just a bit more—give me everything.”

Looking down at his Omega, consumed by heat and lost to reason, Taecheon was seized with a violent and nearly dangerous urge to monopolize him completely.

This obscene expression must only be for me. These ragged breaths—only I should hear them. This honey-sweet scent—only I must be allowed to taste it.

Every Alpha is born with the instinct to bind their Omega to themselves, to make them belong solely to them. Before ethics, before human rights, came this innate drive. And so, when their rut cycle came—the time when they were no better than animals—all they could think about was breeding.

That was why Seo Taecheon craved imprinting. Each time Jiwoon, drenched in his semen and pheromones, looked up at him with ecstasy clouding his face, the impulse roared: mark him, imprint him now. The thought that Jiwoon might appear just as attractive to another Alpha was unbearable.

Seo Taecheon worried often. He never doubted Jiwoon’s love for him—but what about other men? When Jiwoon went back to work and joined society again, would some bastard make advances on him? Would anyone accost him while walking down the street? What if some shameless scum, blinded, leapt at him? His anxieties piled higher and higher.

Sometimes, he thought dangerous thoughts. What if he shut Jiwoon away somewhere? A villa on an isolated island, cut off from everyone else, with Jiwoon’s eyes on no one but him?

Though he wasn’t the type to commit crimes, Taecheon felt he could easily turn unreasonable if it meant keeping Jiwoon all to himself. Lately, his greed had grown unbearable.

Imprinting began with the Alpha biting into the Omega’s nape hard enough to leave tooth marks, drinking their blood while flooding them with pheromones. Once done, the Omega became unshakably the Alpha’s.

The result was permanent mutual enslavement. Once bonded, they could only sense each other’s pheromones. Other Alphas and Omegas became odorless, leaving them as good as Betas in society.

A being with secondary gender, but forever surrendering interactions with others of the same kind—that was imprinting.

Yet not all married couples chose to imprint. In fact, only a minority did. Among Alpha-Omega couples, only about 10% ever imprinted. For dating or cohabiting couples, the number was lower still.

The truth was, not imprinting was the rational choice. Because imprinting could never be undone. There was no cancel, no reversal, no deletion. The Omega’s pheromones chemically bonded with the Alpha’s, permanently fixing together in a way that medicine could not erase.

For the Alpha, once imprinted, only their Omega could satisfy their heat. At every rut cycle, he had to plant his seed in his Omega to be freed. Otherwise, his pheromone glands malfunctioned, producing shock, illness—and in severe cases, incurable disease.

The same went for Omegas. Once owned, they could no longer carry anyone else’s child. Without their bonded partner, they were effectively sterile.

Thus, only couples who trusted—no, completely entrusted—their entire lives to each other chose to imprint. Sometimes older couples, well into stable middle age, did so. But foolish, young lovers who imprinted rashly often came to regret it. Society, therefore, taught: imprinting must be taken with utmost caution.