NLFSD Chapter 125

Chapter 125 – Call My Name IF Extra 9

Laughing while crying — it was absurd, yet the tears wouldn’t stop. As the gray pillow darkened with them, a bitter taste rose in Seo Taecheon’s mouth.

He had just hurt an Omega. From that Omega’s perspective, after carrying a child and living well together, to be told suddenly to part — the shock was understandable. Not incomprehensible.

Even so, for Seo Taecheon, this was the best course.

“I’ll provide for the child — financially, educationally. There won’t be any lack — don’t worry.”

To Jiwoon, it was a death sentence in polite words — a clear message to take the baby and leave the house right after birth. He didn’t want a lavish home, elite schools, or expensive things; only to raise the child — their love’s fruit — healthy and upright. That was the goal and dream.

Having lost family young, Jiwoon wanted, no matter what, to raise the child without loneliness. He wanted to lavish the parental love he had not received. He was glad, then, that the Alpha he’d fallen for — born of an accidental bond — was a good man; happy that he’d been sincere and warm. And then the dream shattered.

Even now, pheromone deficiency made his belly cramp and his whole body tingle. His hands and feet ached as if pricked with thorns. He was at his limit; supplements didn’t help. Only Alpha pheromones could save him.

“…Alright. I’ll… divorce.”

His voice was hoarse. There was no choice; he had to accept.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re living your life.”

A migraine hit; his mouth dried — his system wrecked by pheromone lack.

“Um… I’m not well. I’m very short on pheromones… Could you help?”

Silence. Then Taecheon came and sat beside him; a cool, sweet scent brushed his nose — a citrus note, familiar somehow. Because they’d kept distance since the accident, he hadn’t caught much of Jiwoon’s already‑fading scent; now it was faint, detectable only up close.

…It smells good. Instinctively, he was captivated by it; even if he felt no love for this Omega, the scent was sweet.

He slipped an impatient hand under Jiwoon’s T‑shirt; the skin in his large palm was smooth and almost too soft.

“Ah—”

At the first touch in a while, Jiwoon cried out; even the light stroking drew out a little pheromone, then more, filling the air. Taecheon moved fast — stripping his own clothes to the floor, roughly pulling off Jiwoon’s.

Jiwoon was ashamed, but did not think of fleeing.

Relaxing his body, he lay still — and Taecheon loomed; hot lips touched the bud on bare skin. The sudden sucking at his chest made him flinch.

…Not my husband. The caress he received now wasn’t like Seo Taecheon’s.

Unlike the husband who would warm him slowly, the man turned stranger used direct, sensual hands — rolling the nipples without restraint, pressing the areola and bud with a thick tongue, sucking hard while kneading his ass, rubbing an angry‑hard shaft against his inner thigh.

It was so rigidly hard it felt threatening, yet the pheromone‑starved Omega’s body was honest — he was already slick. Each time Taecheon ravaged his thigh, a shiver ran through his waist.

Flushed with embarrassment at how quickly he aroused, Jiwoon couldn’t meet his eyes; he turned his face into the pillow.

Meanwhile, Taecheon was deeply enthralled by the scent rising off the Omega.

Never expected this — a fragrance so intoxicating…

If beauty could apply to scent, this was absolute — like a white, elegant flower by a still lake. His heart raced — and a sudden urge to ruin rose.

I want to monopolize this Omega.

The Alpha body, finding an Omega in heat, responded on instinct — greed in his gaze, his touch roughening. With strength, he spread the legs wide; Jiwoon gasped. Between them, the pink‑tinged opening fluttered.

A lewd body, begging to be taken. He was dripping so much that not only the entrance but his cheeks were wet. Too tempting; without thinking, Taecheon buried his head between the thighs.

“Ah— ah… ah…”

As he sucked the entrance relentlessly, Jiwoon writhed and groaned; his lost hands gripped Taecheon’s head, thin fingers raking his hair — a tickling sensation like submerging into deep sea.

The wetter the teasing grew, the richer the Omega’s scent. From the deer‑like nape, the tender palms, his wrists — a juice‑like perfume rose, thick as crushed petals, stronger than any cologne. Each time Taecheon released pheromones, Jiwoon made breathless, unrestrained sounds.

Taecheon’s pheromones were like a deep forest — grand and weighty; a dark energy big enough to swallow Jiwoon’s fresh citrus whole.

Parched for that scent, Jiwoon gulped greedily — like rain on dry ground, he swallowed and swallowed. Rubbing his face into the broad chest, twining his legs with the solid, thick limbs, he begged for affection.

Normally, Taecheon would lay him down and let him do nothing, then lavish intense foreplay — asking if it hurt, if he was okay, over and over, teasing gently.

This man wasn’t the Seo Taecheon he knew — that truth was brutal, skin to skin. He moved between Jiwoon’s bared legs; the feel of flesh meeting flesh was the same as days ago, but his chest felt cold.

“—!”

No warning — fingers entered deep. He’d taken those fingers many times, but never this rough, feral motion. With loud, wet squelches, he thrust deep and churned the inner walls — unlike the caring husband, this was pure instinct.

He could feel a will to taste him thoroughly — Alpha savagery gauging what body, what scent this was.

“Mm—”

With a shuddering groan of arousal, another finger pushed in; wet sounds filled the quiet room. The tight stretch made Jiwoon shiver. He disliked the different hand, the excessive wet noise — yet as instinct raised pleasure, helpless moans spilled. Each time the hard knuckles speared the sweet spot, his vision flickered.

“Seems sufficiently opened,” he said flatly, lowering his pants. A thick, dark‑red shaft sprang up — veined, fearsome, so large it made one doubt it could fit. By contrast, Jiwoon’s back opening was small — could it even take the glans? Clicking his tongue, he rubbed himself on the rim — then a strange feeling washed over him.

The Omega beneath looked wounded — like a deer bleeding out from a hunt.

Disgust surged — Jiwoon’s face was crumpled.

Why? I’m cooperating so dutifully — and I’m your beloved husband, after all. You need to have sex with that husband, and if I do it, there’s no loss.

Why look up at me with that pained, desolate expression?

He realized it — Jiwoon was looking beyond him for another Seo Taecheon. Cruelty surged.

Don’t. Focus on me. I’m the one who’ll flood you with pheromones and go inside.

He grabbed both wrists in one hand and pinned them over his head.

“Ah! Ahng…!”

Again, no warning — he pushed in. Though stretched, it was a club to hold — the tight volume made Jiwoon clamp his eyes shut.

“Hah…”

Inside was viciously narrow and hot; fierce pleasure engulfed him. So soft, so sweet — and that fact stoked his anger.

As he moved his hips, hauling the tender body up, Jiwoon kept a sad face — not shattered by pleasure, not panting like an Omega. Like a man with a story, he dropped his gaze and sniffled now and then.

He hated it — so he spread the legs wider, drove rougher. Jiwoon flinched and clutched tight anyway.

Each time he peaked, the room smelled of flowers — strange. The more he took him, the thirstier he got — so he devoured Jiwoon relentlessly. After climax, when Jiwoon went limp, he hugged him from behind and shoved his menacing shaft back in.

“Ah… ngh, it… hurts.”

“You need my pheromones.”

“Hn… hic, Taecheon…”

Beyond the slender waist, his belly swelled. As if to protect the baby, Jiwoon cradled it, rocking with him. Taecheon laid his hand over Jiwoon’s — so the baby was under there. The baby Jiwoon loved so much…

My pheromones will raise the child — the child in there. Without me, it can’t live, and this Omega will cling to me for that alone. Realizing that sent a mad thrill through him. He bit Jiwoon’s shoulder and came. Through the long night, he didn’t let him go.