TCBW C56(NSFW)

Chapter 56

Suhoe did not understand why Dowoon suddenly asked such a question, yet he merely observed the man’s expression and did not probe further.

Though Suhoe had denied it several times, Dowoon inwardly muttered that the boy must surely have something.

Time passed. When it seemed the situation had calmed enough for him to check on Suhoe, Dowoon lowered his gaze—

“B-But…”

A voice, breathless and flushed with fever, trembled through the air.

“I… I want to do it right now.”

“…You.”

When he looked down, Suhoe’s body had flushed red like ripened fruit, his watery eyes lifted toward him.

His fever had flared into heat after all.

Thick pheromones burst from Suhoe’s small body in an instant, saturating the room’s air. Dowoon released a shallow sigh.

“Crying the whole time… We’ll speak after you’re done.”

Then, in a low, rough growl, he reached immediately for Suhoe’s waistband, stripping away just enough to expose tender skin and the hidden opening beneath.

Because Suhoe wore no underwear, the inside of the pants was soaked, glistening with moisture. Dowoon’s hand went straight to the secret entrance, touching lightly.

As his fingers brushed the most sensitive place, Suhoe spasmed.

“Mmnh… ahh…”

He pressed his hips desperately, rubbing his hardened arousal against Dowoon’s firm abdomen.

Dowoon looked down at him with a complicated gleam in his eyes, then focused solely on tracing inside with gentle fingers—

Preparing that tight, warm space to receive him.

The heat and subtle trembling inside Suhoe’s body made Dowoon grow heavy, burning.

“Hnn… ah… mm…”

Before long, Suhoe’s body softened eagerly under Dowoon’s touch, ready to take him in.

“Once we do it once, the fever will drop and you’ll feel better.”

“Mmm… ahh…”

Suhoe, already dazed, could not answer. He merely rubbed his soaked entrance lazily along Dowoon’s thigh, releasing feverish whimpers.

Dowoon then pushed him face-down onto the bed, tugging the pants fully away from his legs.

Snow-white hips and a flushed, swelling entrance came into view. Without delay, he pulled out his own hot, deep-colored length, hard and threatening.

Without hesitation or warning, he pierced into Suhoe, sinking to the deepest point at once.

“Kh…”

He struck the sensitive, delicate mouth of Suhoe’s womb — the place etched into his memory.

Thud—thud.

“Aah! Ah, ah—too— mmnh— fast…! W-wait—!”

Suhoe clung to his arms, gasping as though drowning, white nails digging into firm muscle — but Dowoon only pounded that same spot, merciless.

“Hush. This way you’ll get better faster.”

As though assured by Suhoe’s reactions, he drove deeper, harsher, chasing him without pause.

Sweat beaded on his brow, but he never slowed.

“Aaah— n-no, mmnh! Ah— it hurts— it hurts…!”

Dowoon ravaged that soft, molten heat without restraint, the fierce rhythm continuing until—

Twitch. White, milky fluid spilled helplessly from Suhoe’s trembling body, overwhelmed by both tension and helpless pleasure.

“Hah.”

Dowoon stroked Suhoe’s damp back with satisfaction, pressing a kiss there before settling his weight against him.

Then, when his breath grazed Suhoe’s ear—

He moved again.

“Hnn… uhh… I-I can’t… ahh…”

Before Suhoe could even recover from release, Dowoon drove back in, robbing him of the last of his consciousness.

“Ah… mmnh… ah— ahh—!”

Dowoon, drowning in a high with no end, only pounded harder, crushing into his wife’s depths.

“Aaahhh—! hic—”

Only after filling Suhoe’s deepest point with thick, hot seed—driving every drop inside—did his movements stop.

“Hah… hah… ha…”

Seeing how much he had released inside, he glanced at Suhoe, slick with sweat and seed.

As expected, Suhoe was utterly spent, breath ragged.

On any other night, Dowoon would have savored the afterglow — but pushing further now might trigger the heat again. So he withdrew carefully from the exhausted body.

Rising slowly, he lifted Suhoe, who had already fainted completely.

The flushed cheeks, uneven breaths, and tear-streaked face proved the intensity of moments before.

“….”

‘N-No, I don’t have anything… I really don’t have any ability…’

Dowoon looked at him for a long moment.

What a strange talent.

He said he had none, yet he possessed the uncanny knack of slipping out of trouble whenever things became difficult.

Dowoon had first wondered if the boy manipulated others with tears — but fainting immediately after intimacy? It was enough to make one lose the will to scold him.

Every time Dowoon tried to explode, Suhoe found a way to escape.

Dowoon walked slowly. The hands holding Suhoe were gentle — utterly unlike the wildness on the bed moments before.

After cleaning Suhoe and settling him, Dowoon moved to the study late at night for work. When his phone rang, he checked the caller and frowned.

“Yes.”

—I hear your married life has been rather dramatic lately.

“…What do you mean by that.”

—I heard that omega of yours went missing?

Chairman Lee had somehow caught wind of it.

“He simply stepped out for a while.”

—You’re not letting him stray, are you?

“That will not happen.”

—Then why keep him outside? Keep him at home.

“Is that why you called?”

—Partly. And I heard you had quite the serious talk with that young Director Sae-man.

“…What is it you want to say.”

Dowoon’s tone was blunt, uninterested in circular conversation.

—As your father, I’m simply curious. You seem rather attached to that spiritual vessel. The way you mobilized people to find him, after all.

“I merely prevented him from ending up bearing another man’s child. Nothing more.”

He did not realize how helplessly attached he was becoming — how the mere thought of Suhoe with Seojun or another alpha set his nerves ablaze. He brushed it off.

Just then—

shff—

The heavy study door opened slowly.

Dowoon turned — to see Suhoe standing there in only pajama tops, half-asleep, eyes hazy.

With a sharp tilt of his chin, Dowoon gestured for him to go.

—Is that all? Then what about Director Sae-man?

Focused on the persistent voice through the receiver, he could spare no attention for Suhoe.

“It is a personal matter.”

In the midst of tense conversation with his father, warm weight brushed his leg. He startled, glancing down—

Suhoe knelt between his legs like a cat, eyes dazed.

“…”

From afar, he’d not noticed the flushed skin and pheromones leaking off him in waves.

And now, he wore an expression far too enticing to be spoken aloud.

Alarm shot through Dowoon, and he reached to restrain Suhoe — but the boy was quicker.

In one swift movement, he loosened Dowoon’s trousers and freed his hardened length from where it pressed along his thigh.

“Mmh… hmm…”

“Haa…”

A breath escaped Dowoon.

“Baby… nn. We need one… need a child…”

With hazy eyes fixed on the tip, Suhoe wrapped his fingers around him, stroking gently.

“If there’s nothing else to say, I’ll hang up now.”

Dowoon spoke quickly.

—How is the curse? Has it eased?

Chairman Lee, oblivious and persistent, continued speaking. Dowoon, trying to set the phone aside, instead paused and asked—