TCBW C58(NSFW)

Chapter 58(NSFW)

Earlier, when Dowoon had opened his eyes, Suhoe had been trembling, both hands barely managing to grasp his length while his tongue flicked over it.

He tasted every sensitive spot, alternating between sucking him deep and lapping teasingly at the crown, cheeks puffing as he swallowed him whole.

But at some point, Suhoe—who had been seducing him with such small, fever-drunk motions—simply collapsed asleep as though fainting.

“Chuup… mm.”

“……”

“Chup.”

Even now, Suhoe was straddling him, kissing him, but Dowoon merely assumed it would end the same way as always.

Even if that soft pink tongue pried between his lips, even if their saliva mixed until one could no longer tell whose warmth was whose—he simply waited for the moment Suhoe would tire and topple over.

But then—

A grassy scent rose from Suhoe’s skin, deeper than before, layered with a hidden sweetness of flowers. It filled Dowoon’s lungs until his senses spun.

While he was dizzy with that fragrance, Suhoe reached behind himself, spreading his entrance open. And when Dowoon, drunk on scent, leaned to tease and seek his nipples, Suhoe lowered himself and fitted Dowoon’s length into his body on his own.

“Ah… mmm. Yes.”

The slick heat clenched around him, swallowing him tight.

Dowoon jerked, face lifting from Suhoe’s chest the moment that wet, scorching grip closed around him.

But by then, that familiar, sensitive entrance—where he had been countless times—had already taken in every inch of him.

“Aah— ah!”

Watching his wife sit on him and take him fully, trembling out a breathy moan, Dowoon felt his restraint snap.

He had been caught off-guard—yet the thought of pulling out did not even cross his mind.

With resolve, he drove deeper into Suhoe. He held that narrow waist and felt the twitching heat inside.

“Ah— ah— ngh— ah!”

As Suhoe cried out, dizzy and breathless, Dowoon began moving harder, thirst finally breaking loose.

The grassy scent, faintly tinged with floral sweetness, seemed to grow richer the deeper he thrust.

Lost in the feeling of devouring his wife’s body, he barely noticed when a thin arc of release spilled from Suhoe’s slender length.

“Ah— ah— mm— yes…”

Even knowing Suhoe had already climaxed, Dowoon did not withdraw. Instead, he laid him sideways, lifted a leg, and filled him again.

And then he pressed deeper still, grinding into the exact place that made Suhoe tremble the most.

As soft cries leaked from parted reddened lips, Dowoon used those helpless sounds as rhythm and background, riding them into his own release. Even afterwards, he lingered in the afterglow, savoring him for a long time before finally noticing Suhoe had fallen asleep.

He withdrew only then—though he did not immediately carry him to the bath. Something held him in place: the sight of black hair shimmering like ripples beneath the lamp light.

His gaze drifted over the rise and fall of Suhoe’s pale back, over parted lips releasing steady breaths.

“…Un.”

Then Suhoe murmured in his sleep.

“Unhyo-nim…”

For a moment, Dowoon wondered if Suhoe was calling for him—but the unfamiliar name stirred nothing in memory. He searched his mind, but could not recall who it belonged to.

On the afternoon of the third day after Suhoe’s long and chaotic heat ended, Professor Eun visited the residence at Banhwadong.

“I heard your heat ended three days ago, yet you suffered severe fatigue afterward. Considering how long it lasted, your body must have been under great strain. How do you feel now?”

She studied Suhoe’s complexion kindly.

“Yes. I… I feel better now.”

He answered in a small voice.

“The extended duration seems to be due to your lack of pheromone tolerance being suddenly overwhelmed by an extremity-class alpha’s pheromones. And the sudden shift in timing likely resulted from the suppressant you took prior.”

“…I see.”

“Stopping a suppressant abruptly after a month can trigger an acute heat cycle. Think of it as a withdrawal-type reaction.”

“I-I understand.”

“But… are you feeling discomfort now? You seem tense.”

“Ah—well… actually… I don’t remember anything from that entire period. It’s like I woke from one very long dream, and ten days had passed.”

Of course, that “dream” was the recurring one—of a child playing ball—yet he chose not to elaborate on something so personal.

“Oh! That does happen. You must have been frightened! Many new and difficult experiences at once can cause memory gaps. And I heard from the Young Master that your heat fever was especially intense. It must have been very hard.”

“……”

“Madam?”

“It’s not the memory loss itself that scares me. What frightens me is… after that day, Dowoon-ssi hasn’t gone to work. He stays home. He stays next to me. Constantly.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Comforting?”

“No. He doesn’t take his eyes off me. Not even for a moment. It’s like… he’s watching someone who might cause a major accident if left alone.”

Suhoe’s expression trembled with anxiety as he recalled waking that morning.

He had drifted asleep only briefly—but when he woke, everything felt different.

Most of all—Dowoon.

The terrifying rage from his last memory had vanished. When he woke, Dowoon seemed calm again, cold and distant as always—but now there was an intensity beneath that coldness.

Something obsessive. Something unrelenting.

He had no idea what had happened between them during the heat. Had they reconciled? Had something been resolved?

And the man who once never stopped working—who came home only on weekends—now remained by his side for three straight days.

It wasn’t unwelcome. His presence made the empty house feel less hollow.

But not knowing why filled Suhoe with dread. And with a gap of ten missing days, everything felt unstable.

And he was far too afraid to ask what had happened.

“So I was hoping… could you ask for me? Why he is doing that…?”

Suhoe clung to her with desperate hope.

“Ah… I’m afraid that may be difficult, Madam.”

Professor Eun winced, apologetic.

“To be honest, I also find the Chairman rather intimidating. Haha…”

Her awkward laugh confirmed her refusal.

The last thread of hope snapped. Suhoe’s shoulders drooped in defeat.

“Well then, I’ll be going. Please rest, Madam.”

She left quietly.

And as she descended the stairs, she encountered Dowoon seated on the living room sofa—and next to him, Haeun handing him documents.

“Professor Eun, do you have a moment?”

Haeun greeted politely, gesturing to the sofa. The professor sat opposite Dowoon, exchanging confused glances between the two.

Dowoon spoke first, expression impassive yet thoughtful.

“You are a beta, correct?”

“Yes… that’s right,” Eun replied, puzzled.

“Then I suppose you cannot detect the flower scent lingering in this house.”

At this, Haeun’s expression tensed ever so slightly.

“No, I cannot. But… what are you referring to?”

As expected, she did not understand. Dowoon looked briefly out the window, then returned his gaze to her.

“Can pheromones change?”

“…Excuse me?”

Her eyes widened. A question she had not anticipated at all.