Divorce Contract C70(NSFW)

Chapter 70(NSFW)

Go Igyeol, trembling still, tried to cover himself with shaky hands, but the surge of pheromones overwhelmed him, and he broke down, sobbing once more. Even after releasing enough to soak his palms, his cock still stood rigid, thick fluid clinging to its tip before sliding down in viscous streaks.

“I won’t. I won’t do it.”

“Hh, hhh, huff…”

His sobbing deepened, as if lamenting the cruelty of his situation. Igyeol clenched his eyes shut, curling in on himself. The nape of his neck, exposed, gleamed with sweat. His scent was so rich it was like pressing one’s nose into a jar of honey.

The skin, usually so pale, flushed red, and his breathing grew ragged. His hands lost their strength, slipping from the blanket they clutched. The fingers that had been scraping at the sheets instead grasped his cock again, stroking it with clumsy desperation. The coarse bandages brushed against the slick shaft, and each time the rough fabric dragged down, Igyeol’s body trembled violently. Watching his fumbling attempt at self-pleasure, Seo Dohyeon’s vision flushed red.

Turning his back to avoid Dohyeon’s eyes, Igyeol wept bitterly as he touched himself. It felt like countless tiny sparks rolled beneath his skin. His body burned, arousal driving him mad. Even with such unskilled motions, his glans, darker than usual, spilled quickly.

Shaking, sticky hands smeared the mess against his clothes before he scrambled up the bed, pressing his head hard against the wall. The fever boiling inside him showed no signs of subsiding. He hated Seo Dohyeon with every fiber of his being, yet every time he felt the desire to touch him, he wanted to disintegrate into dust.

“Uhhk, hhh, hhhuff…”

“I’ll help you. Just until the heat cycle passes.”

“……”

“You need my pheromones, don’t you?”

At the low voice, Igyeol’s eyes turned toward him. When he had needed it desperately, not a shred had been given—now, suddenly, he offered?

“G-Give me suppressants. Hh, I don’t need… your pheromones. So…! Uhh, hhh…”

“Your body’s too weak for drugs to calm this. Even if you hate it, this is the only way now.”

Igyeol glared at him with resentment. Disgusting. His breathless words might not have reached him, but the wounded twist in Dohyeon’s face suggested otherwise.

Igyeol blinked. The watery blur in his eyes cleared. He whispered again, almost as a groan, that he found him revolting. The confident mask cracked visibly. To Igyeol, it was laughable—this man had said far worse to him without hesitation, yet at the word disgusting, his face crumpled.

“I know how you feel, what you’re thinking. Still—use me.”

“…No. You’ll never know. You’ll never understand. Even if I were desperate, I wouldn’t use you like you used me. I hate it too much. I can’t endure it. So… leave. Please, vanish from my sight.”

Igyeol knew he would soon crave the Alpha’s pheromones. That thought alone made him want to die. He pulled the blanket over his mouth, trying to block the scent. He held his breath, but when the fever spread through his entire body, he couldn’t resist inhaling.

Dohyeon seized the moment, releasing all his pheromones. The dense Alpha pheromones turned the prickling pain into waves of pleasure. The tension in Igyeol’s body drained away. His tear-streaked face turned toward Dohyeon.

“Please… hh, please go. I-I’m not pitiful, am I? Huff, how… how can you do this to me? Don’t you know how cruel you are to me…?”

Even with his pitiful crying, Dohyeon did not turn away. His pheromones, soft and cooling, soothed the fever scorching Igyeol’s body.

“I don’t want this… hh, I don’t. I can’t… forgive myself. So… please, I’m scared, hh, I’m so scared…”

Igyeol knew what acts would inevitably follow his heat. He remembered what had happened before, when shame had dissolved and only instinct remained. He didn’t want to cling to him. He knew he’d remember everything later. Unless he died, he would remember it all.

“I won’t do anything. I promise.”

“…Seo Dohyeon—I wish you were dead.”

“I know.”

Igyeol could resist no longer. Shame and self-loathing reddened his face, but even that didn’t last. His body welcomed the Alpha’s pheromones eagerly, and with despair he stretched out his trembling, wet hand toward him. Dohyeon bent down, and Igyeol collapsed into his arms, pressing his nose to his neck, breathing greedily. Rationality was buried beneath the heat; only instinct remained.

“Go Igyeol.”

“…Haa, hh… it hurts.”

He didn’t need to say what he wanted. Dohyeon knew. Closing his eyes tightly, he layered his pheromones over Igyeol’s. At once, the trembling body went limp in his arms, drenched in pheromones like a sudden downpour. Dohyeon’s hand caught the slackened nape, soaked through with sweat.

Even as he shuddered against the overwhelming pheromones, Igyeol climaxed again and again under Dohyeon’s touch. His semen grew watery, soaking both their clothes. His unfocused eyes fluttered shut as his unbandaged, wet hands clumsily tugged at Dohyeon’s clothing, then faltered, trembling at leftover jolts of pleasure.

“Haa… ah…!”

As a recessive omega, his heat would not last long. Dohyeon lifted his slack head, watching his languidly blinking face, and leaned down. Igyeol parted his flushed lips as if waiting, and Dohyeon kissed him deeply. Their mouths locked tight, pheromones and saliva mingling as he pushed inside.

“Ah… n-no… ugh, more… haa…”

Igyeol grew desperate. No matter how much pheromone he inhaled, it never felt enough. Each time he begged for more, it poured into him, yet never satisfied. His shoulders trembled as the Alpha’s pheromones seeped deeper. Dohyeon climbed onto the bed fully, wrapping him from behind. One hand fixed Igyeol’s face, sealing their mouths together, while the other gently grasped his cock.

“Hh…!”

“No more.”

“Haa, ah… nn, no, no…”

His teary eyes looked up at Dohyeon, wounded, just as they had when he had once begged for a knot and been refused. Tears spilled down his cheeks. Why are you so cruel? they seemed to ask. Dohyeon kissed the wet skin and flooded him with pheromones. Igyeol’s cock hardened again beneath his touch. With a few strokes, the rigid flesh twitched and spilled its seed.

“Haa… faster.”

“No.”

“…I… don’t… care… just…”

“Are you sure you won’t regret it? When you wake, you’ll want to die. How could I do that to you again?”

His tear-filled eyes stared blankly, uncomprehending. He couldn’t think straight. The heat devoured his brain, leaving it molten. His face twisted with sorrow as his arousal remained unsatisfied, and he reached out.

Dohyeon bent easily, but withheld what Igyeol longed for. The frail hand dragged his own to Igyeol’s cock, guiding it into motion once more. He stroked softly, but this time no release came, only painful frustration. Igyeol whimpered, thrashing.

“Uuhh, this… hhh… it hurts…”

The tip, rubbed raw by bandages, glowed red. Even the lightest touch drew a wince. His weakened body, drained after a few orgasms, sagged, but his mind refused to break. Despite sedatives still in his system, the heat, rare and sudden, dragged on.

Igyeol’s hand brushed Dohyeon’s stomach. It fumbled downward, searching between his trousers, but couldn’t find its way. His whimpering grew louder, and Dohyeon clenched his jaw.

Out of habit, he pressed his lips to Igyeol’s ear. Sweat trickled down, loosening the tape on the gauze clinging there until it slipped free. Dohyeon noticed and carefully removed it altogether, planning to replace it once Igyeol slept. Kissing the curve of his ear, he laced their fingers together, then wrapped his other hand around Igyeol’s cock once more. The frail body shuddered violently under his touch.