Divorce Contract C14(NSFW)

Chapter 14(NSFW)

A trace of impatience crossed his neat face. Seo Dohyeon loosened only the front of his trousers and pulled out the erection that had been straining to tear through his underwear for some time now. His movements were unusually fast today. From the bedside table, he took out a condom and rolled it down over the rigid length. Igyeol, who had spread his legs and waited, licked his dry lips. His face looked as though he were anticipating something.

“Will you try opening them a little wider?”

“……”

The look of shame on his face was a sight to behold. Igyeol bit down hard on his lips and bared himself even more openly. Skin as pale as porcelain was flushed all over with pink. Seo Dohyeon stroked the condom-clad erection along its length and then set himself between his legs.

“If I go straight in, it’ll hurt.”

“…It’s fine, just… just put it in….”

Seo Dohyeon’s fingertip traced the slick entrance, easily slipping inside with one finger before he lined up the swollen head against it.

“Then bear with the pain. I’ll go slow.”

As Igyeol nodded with tension written across his face, Seo Dohyeon pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and began pushing in. Forcing his way into the tight passage that had not been properly loosened was difficult even for him.

“Relax.”

“I—I can’t.”

Seo Dohyeon grasped Igyeol’s trembling erection, standing tall under the influence of his pheromones, and stroked it with deliberate slowness. His pale shaft twitched in his palm, slick pre-cum already wetting the tip.

“Haa, w-wait—”

“Relax, Igyeol.”

“Uhh, if you keep—ahh!”

His strokes grew faster, hand squeezing the shaft as he pumped. The cock grew harder, as though on the brink of climax. When his hand tightened around the base and swept down, Igyeol spilled hotly, white seed splattering across his own stomach.

“Hhhk, ah—!”

Holding his spasming body down, Seo Dohyeon drove his cock deep in a single thrust. Igyeol’s half-lidded eyes flew wide, his lips parting to release a cry that bordered on a scream. His words claimed it hurt, but his loosened body welcomed the intrusion, opening smoothly for him.

“Hold me around the neck.”

“It’s so—so deep… hhh, Seo Dohyeon….”

The heat blazing in Seo Dohyeon’s eyes as he looked down at Igyeol clinging and weeping as though he were the only one in the world was unbearable. Even as he held him, the memory of that request for divorce lingered, haunting his mind.

The sex, begun before dinner, did not end until dawn. Igyeol, left limp and undone, still trembled with lingering aftershocks, whimpering faintly as Seo Dohyeon wiped his sweat-and-fluid-soaked body clean with a warm towel. Pulling the blanket that had slipped to the floor back over him, he looked down at his face, still flushed, and drew satisfaction from the strengthened scent of his own pheromones clinging to him.

He had meant to tell him they would attend the family gathering together tomorrow, the monthly one, but the thought slipped away as he brushed back the hair scattered across his smooth forehead. He could tell him in the morning. Idly he wiped the tears still clinging to those dense lashes before finally tearing his gaze away from the face that had distracted him all evening. Work sat unfinished, brought home but ignored, all because of his omega who had tempted him from the early hours.

When Igyeol stirred awake, sunlight had already filled the bedroom. He sat up slowly, body lighter from the night’s release and pheromone shower. His disheveled hair fell into his eyes as the memory of last night returned, reddening his cheeks.

That… wasn’t like him. He didn’t even know when he had fallen asleep. No matter how exhausted, he usually forced himself to wash up first. Pulling the blanket down from his waist, he expected a mess, but his skin was clean.

“Haa…”

The sigh escaped on its own. He had no memory of washing, yet the body that had been drenched in fluids was spotless.

“Still… maybe because of the pheromones, my stomach feels settled.”

His thin hand rested over his lower abdomen. The image of Seo Dohyeon’s face—smiling as if amused, yet cautious as he slowed whenever Igyeol gasped out that it hurt when he pressed too deeply—rose before his eyes. His cheeks burned.

But he knew well that such tenderness existed only in those moments. Igyeol reminded himself again not to mistake it for something more. His heart was not the same as his. He had to hold himself steady.

“…Hhh….”

His regular check-up loomed near. Both the hospital and the internet said that from the third month onward, the belly would begin to show. Next week, at eleven weeks, his would surely begin to swell.

He needed to prepare. Money to leave, objects soaked with Seo Dohyeon’s pheromones to cling to when he was gone. His eyes fell on the pillowcase where Seo Dohyeon had laid his head. Without thinking, his hand reached out and slipped the cover off. Seo Dohyeon was the kind of man who wouldn’t notice even if the bed sheets were rainbow-colored.

Igyeol was sitting idly in the spotless living room when Seo Dohyeon’s sudden message arrived, telling him to prepare—they were going to the family home. He hurried to wash and change. He chose clothes that looked neat, that would not reveal how much weight he had lost, in lighter colors rather than dark.

He put on a pale yellow knit sweater, white slacks, and a loose-fitting trench coat. His tousled hair was combed neatly. How long had he waited like that, before the phone rang on the table? The call told him to come out.

Pulling on sneakers, Igyeol stepped outside, his body stiff with nerves. When they arrived, it would be time for dinner, with all the elders gathered. Could he endure it? If only he could get a bit of pheromone before going in.

Even crossing the courtyard, the queasiness in his stomach grew worse, feeding that craving. It felt as though none of last night’s pheromone shower lingered at all. Opening the gate, he spotted the car with hazard lights flashing and quickly climbed into the passenger seat.

“We’ll be eating dinner. I meant to tell you yesterday but forgot.”

“Yes.”

“Did you rest well?”

“…Just.”

Igyeol’s eyes drifted toward him. He couldn’t say aloud that he had spent the day stuffing clothes scented with his pheromones into a backpack.

“I cleaned the house.”

“Cleaned?”

“…Here and there.”

“Would’ve been taken care of anyway. Why bother?”

He replied absently, hands on the wheel. Igyeol, watching him, slowly turned his head back to the window. All his focus was on ways to draw out more pheromones, and much of what Seo Dohyeon said slipped past him.

“Igyeol.”

“……”

“Igyeol.”

“…Yes? Yes, I’m listening.”

He turned his face quickly, too obviously startled.

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“……”

“Tell me what I just said.”

And of all times, the light turned red. The unlucky change left Igyeol with nowhere to escape. He bit his lip, finally bowing his head and mumbling an apology. He had no idea what had just been said. Was it something important? Or…

“I asked what you did today, besides cleaning.”

“Oh… just… nothing much.”

“Must be boring, doing nothing all day. Look into it. See if there’s something you can do outside.”

“Yes.”

He had no intention of looking into anything, but he agreed. At least it would give him an excuse to leave the house. Tomorrow, he would start selling off the watches, bracelets, and necklaces that had arrived through Seo Dohyeon’s secretary on anniversaries.

It was time to do what he had long put off. He’d once thought of buying a fake account to hide the money, like in dramas, but gave up—it wasn’t so simple in real life. Instead, he would deposit the proceeds into his account and withdraw them just before leaving.

“Was there ever something you wanted to learn?”

“No. Not really. I guess… cooking, flower arranging, tennis… maybe squash might be nice.”

“Exclude sports.”

“…What?”

Seo Dohyeon glanced at him briefly, eyes meeting, before turning back to the road.

“I don’t like the idea of you being taught by someone else.”

“Ah… then maybe something like an English academy, classes where you just sit. Taking level tests could be fun.”

“Register for something light, just enough to pass the time. Don’t take it too seriously.”

The more they talked, the more Igyeol felt that Seo Dohyeon didn’t actually want him out learning anything. And yet, he was telling him to find something to fill his hours. Strange.

“But why all of a sudden…?”

“They say people your age live busily. Thought maybe you should too.”

“Who says that…?”

“I was talking with Seunghui. Ah, we’re having dinner with him this weekend.”

Again, Na Seunghui. Different traits entirely, yet somehow the two were close. The pang of jealousy pressed at his chest, sharp and insistent. What did they talk about that made Seo Dohyeon suddenly say such things?