NLFSD Chapter 106

Chapter 106 – Extra Episode 6

Not only now — it had often been like this. When Jiwoon cried or was hurt, of course his chest ached. But even when Jiwoon smiled wide like this and looked happy, his chest still throbbed sharply. This tenderness — the fear that this precious person might fly away if he looked away even for a moment — it was a deeper love, and a thirst.

Seo Taecheon decided to be brave. He knew if he didn’t say it now, the moment might be lost.

“Jiwoon, after the baby is born… would you Bond with me?”

“…Bond?”

“Yes. I want to Bond with you.”

His voice did not waver. His gaze met Jiwoon’s directly, and the heat of his clasped hand was clear.

“Ah…”

While Jiwoon only blinked without an answer, Taecheon went on.

“I want to look only at you. I’ll be honest. I’ll lay it bare as it is. I want to make you mine forever. I hate the idea of anyone else catching your scent. That’s the kind of man I am. I pretend I’m even‑keeled, that I don’t know jealousy, that I’m proper — but in my head I’m thinking only about keeping you all to myself.”

Had he ever been this honest about desire? He glanced back over thirty odd years. As a child, he hadn’t even been free to say he was lonely; he grew into an adult who spoke little. When something stirred his greed, he would take interest briefly and then step back; when something offended, he tried to rein in his emotions. He knew well that living indifferent and dull to the world was how not to be hurt.

But with Lee Jiwoon, he wanted to confess desperately. He wanted to chase, to cling, to pour out all his devotion even if it wasn’t returned.

“Yes. I know Bonding isn’t child’s play. And still I’m asking, now.”

“….”

“When the baby is born and you’ve recovered… will you think about it seriously?”

Jiwoon bit his lip, and his eyes reddened.

“Taecheon. Those were words I wanted to say first.”

“Jiwoon—”

“I was afraid to ask. I want to Bond — even right now.”

Jiwoon tucked his head into Taecheon’s chest.

“Because I love you. I want you to be my one and only Alpha. I don’t need anyone else.”

Jiwoon’s voice trembled. Taecheon could hear his own heart pounding in his ears — or perhaps his whole body was pounding.

Lovemaking was fiercer than ever. Where they touched burned hot, and every time Taecheon’s hand slid over Jiwoon’s tender skin it yielded a bewitching sensation.

He took in the view of Jiwoon’s back as Jiwoon braced on his hands — the flinch of his hips with every thrust, the thin back scattered with darkened marks where Taecheon had sucked, leaving bites like bruises. He smoothed that messy back with a slow stroke, then reached forward to cup his chest.

Jiwoon’s nipples were soft and delicate like the flesh of fruit. Small and cute, yet wicked in nature — as if waiting for touch, they pebbled at once, and sticky moans slipped out.

“Haah… haah…”

“Do you like it, Jiwoon?”

“Yes… yes… ah, it hurts…”

When he pinched the tips hard between his fingers, Jiwoon rubbed his face against the sheets, voice quivering. When he gentled the touch, Jiwoon panted and clutched the sheets.

“Ah… ah…! P‑please, stop…”

Taecheon took his shoulders and set him braced properly again.

Tormented at the chest while taking him roughly from behind, Jiwoon couldn’t contain his excitement; his posture kept collapsing.

When his hips lifted high on their own, heat flared to Taecheon’s crown. He had never seen anything so incendiary.

“Lee Jiwoon… hng…”

“Ah… hah…!”

Vision washed pale, release rushed — and Taecheon spilled deep inside, slickness soaking into Jiwoon’s depths. The Omega’s pheromones opened fully, aching for his Alpha. Taecheon knew this was the moment.

Still joined, he folded Jiwoon’s upper body into his arms and brought his lips to Jiwoon’s neck. For a fleeting instant, he felt Jiwoon flinch — but there was no turning back.

I am not a man who misses a chance and regrets it.

His teeth closed over the soft skin; blood welled at once, slicking his tongue.

“Ah!”

The iron tang blurred his senses. Taecheon sucked, heedless, blindly, intent only on conquering this beautiful body. Whether Jiwoon cried that it hurt or not — there was only the vow to claim.

Mouth filled with Jiwoon’s blood, he bound him tight and pressed him down so he could not move. Jiwoon whimpered with fear.

“It… it hurts… Taecheon. Taecheon!”

He poured pheromones into the torn neck. Dense scent seated itself there and rolled out like waves across Jiwoon’s body.

“Haah… haah…! Please…”

The more he heard those pleading moans, the more base desire and animal instinct surged. His fierce scent saturated the room; Jiwoon’s green‑tinged citrus note rose in answer. But it wasn’t enough.

I have to steep this Omega in something thicker, stickier.

Something within Taecheon’s pheromone glands burst — a condensed core, flooding out pheromones so dense they forced a reaction in Jiwoon’s body.

In Jiwoon, too, a born‑with core of pheromone cracked and soon burst.

“Ah!”

Like two threads knotting, their scents mingled. On their own they were different strands, but now an unseen vortex whipped through the air as those scents fused with a roar — the signal that Bonding was starting in earnest.

Pressed under Taecheon’s rough breath, Jiwoon wept. The mangled bite throbbed, and jagged shocks like lightning flickered at intervals.

The physical pain was heavy — but the psychological fear of having given his weak point to a predator made it worse. Even as he cried, Taecheon wouldn’t let his thin frame go.

If anything, those thick forearms squeezed him tighter, to the point Jiwoon feared a bone might snap.

And then another agony — a fierce energy split through him like a spear, heat spiking. Gooseflesh rippled up as if fire rushed across his body; moans tore out of him.

“Ugh… mm…!”

Needles seemed to prick him everywhere; his head spun, vision blazed yellow. He wanted to faint and be done.

But a moment later, into his torn‑up body, the scent of his beloved Seo Taecheon poured in — slow but heavy, saturating.

When those pheromones seeped deep, engraving into every cell and bone, Jiwoon cried tears of rapture.

His whole body’s cells shattered and into those seams ran Taecheon’s clinging scent, filling every corner. In that irresistible flow, he understood:

I have become, truly, this Alpha’s Omega. Now the owner of my body, my heart, and my soul is my Alpha.

His reeling mind went white. As if someone flicked off a switch, he lost consciousness at once.

When Taecheon finally wrested back his reason, Jiwoon lay small and dear in his arms. On the nape, a clear bite mark and dried scab.

Breathing softly, Jiwoon rolled over and curled closer. His warm body worked like anesthesia, loosening every muscle. Taecheon kissed his lips lightly, then pressed a long kiss to the bitten neck.

Like a sated predator after the hunt, he sank into deep sleep.

To judge whether Bonding had succeeded or failed, you watched for pain and high fever within three days of the pheromone “shower.”

A week had passed since Taecheon had bitten Jiwoon’s nape and poured out his scent.

But both were fine. Aside from aching backs as if after vigorous sex, no special pains or fevers. Taecheon soothed Jiwoon, saying they should wait a little longer — but by day six, by day seven, the sense of failure grew.

Should we try again? Would it strain Jiwoon’s body? He had suffered terribly — could he bear that again? The thought pricked his conscience.

It was the very next morning. Waking from sleep, Taecheon burned with fever so high he couldn’t walk straight. Breath short, temperature climbing, he knew: it’s here. Head bursting, chills wracking, he still welcomed imprint fever.

“Taecheon, are you okay?”

“…Not really.”

“Oh no. Let me change the cold compress.”

Jiwoon took sick leave and tended him with devotion. Each time his cool hand touched his forehead and wiped his sweat, something tickled in Taecheon’s gut.

He could feel it instinctively — he had Bonded with this Omega. Jiwoon’s scent hit him ten times stronger than usual; every other sense dulled, his five senses oriented only to find, drink in, and be filled by Jiwoon’s pheromones.

“…Smells so good.”

He took Jiwoon’s wrist, kissing the soft inner skin — hot, damp kisses.

Even at fifteen, discovering he was an Alpha, he hadn’t burned or reeled like this. Imprint fever was frightening — the mind refused reason, desire flared. Each time he caught Jiwoon’s scent, his lower belly churned. The Omega’s pheromones seeped in, settling under his skin like a tattoo.

“Your fever’s too high. Want more medicine?”

“No. I want to stay just like this.”

“…What?”

“I mean it.”

He smirked faintly. Every cell screamed pain, yet an indescribable pleasure washed it away. Jiwoon had sunk into him completely, becoming a snare he could never escape. And soon, he would become the same for Jiwoon.

Until now, Jiwoon had been cute, offbeat — sometimes a fragile Omega he felt he must protect, sometimes a fresh presence who made him smile at day’s end. But from this moment of Bonding, Jiwoon became his sole Omega and the final destination of all his possessiveness.

You’re mine now. You’re not going anywhere.

He smiled to himself, certain he had made the finest choice of his life.

Exactly the next morning, Jiwoon began to burn with fever too. His whole body flushed hot; thirst clawed at his throat. The house‑call doctor had left medicine the day before, but the antipyretics lasted only a few hours. He tried to close his eyes, but each time heat surged, his eyes opened.

Worse — libido kept welling up. He couldn’t bear not to touch Seo Taecheon, to be drenched in his scent. When Taecheon left the bed even for a moment, a hollow gnawed in him. Breathing in that heavy, cold‑edged aroma, he felt every cell in his body being reborn.

Yet instead of cooling, his body grew hotter. A heat unlike any normal desire wrapped him head to toe. Just being near Taecheon made him slick. With craving blazing in both directions, there was no reason to hesitate; day and night, they joined. Tireless, Taecheon soaked his depths with his seed.

Parched with need, Jiwoon stroked him, drank his kisses. When he entered him, a rush of feeling and primal pleasure overtook him — he could not let him go. After a while, he lost track of days, of how long since the fever had begun.

So this is imprinting. Wanting each other more and more, feeling as if the heart would split without the other. A realm you cannot know until you undergo it.

When Jiwoon dozed off briefly, Taecheon hurried to gather food. He brought out fruits from the fridge, cut them, made soup, waited until it cooled to safe warmth. The doctor had said the bond itself would not harm the baby — rather, it might bring stability — but now he worried about malnutrition and exhaustion.

Was I too greedy with an Omega carrying a child? Guilt pricked him. His voice had grown hoarse from moaning; between his legs he was too sore to walk properly.

“…I’m a bad man.”

Yet he did not regret the bond — the honeymoon delirium of losing themselves to sex was too sweet.

He carried in a laden tray; Jiwoon was awake. He had him sip water first and set the tray on the bedside table.

“It looks delicious.”

“I brought plenty for you, Jiwoon. Ask for more if you want.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Jiwoon ate every bite, smiling to himself — unable to dam the fullness overflowing his heart.

“Darling.”

“Yes?”

“Now I really can’t live without you, can I.”

“That’s right.”

Taecheon stroked his hair and brought his lips to Jiwoon’s forehead. Soft, light kisses followed.

“I’m happy.”

“So am I. I can’t live without you — and knowing that, I still chose this path.”

“Me too.”

Jiwoon did not regret bonding either. He only wished this moment could last forever.

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