NLFSD Chapter 112(NSFW)

Chapter 112 – Extra Episode 12(NSFW)

Is he provoking me…?

Seo Taecheon let out a soft chuckle and sat back against the headboard. Looking down between his legs, his shaft was already standing rigid, pushing his robe open.

“Just from what you said, I’m hard. What am I supposed to do?”

Before he knew it, his hand had gone to his lap. It had been a very long time since he had done this alone. Since being with Jiwoon, he’d almost never handled things by himself — save for a few times when a brush of bodies or a glorious scent in passing had driven him to take a few hurried strokes in the bathroom. That had been over a year ago.

— Really? You’re hard?

Jiwoon’s voice had dropped a tone. That whispering made it unbearable.

“Yes. I wish I could show you… but I can’t, can I.”

As Taecheon’s breath grew sticky, Jiwoon answered slowly.

— As for me… I’m wet.

He confided it like a secret. A pull tugged at the base of Taecheon’s skull. For someone who looked so innocent, Jiwoon had no shortage of shameless lines.

“Where is wet?”

— Truthfully, the moment I heard your voice, I got damp… back there.

“I see. What else? Only wet?”

— Mmm… The opening’s softened. It’s more pliant than usual.

“I can’t be there to fill you — what do we do.”

— It makes me sad too. There’s no you here to put it in… In fact, right now, it itches.

So brazen — he’s torturing me.

Taecheon gritted his teeth, gripping the length hard, sliding down and stroking up in waves. If Jiwoon were in front of him, he’d flip him over at once and drink from that slick entrance until he begged. He’d push his tongue in deep until the sweetness was licked clean — and then, until Jiwoon trembled and spilled a thin release, he’d sheath himself there to the root.

The more vivid the thought, the rougher his breath. He circled his thumb around the glans, spreading the clear dew.

— Taecheon… what are you doing right now?

“Thinking of you and touching myself.”

— Ah… yours, you mean.

“Yes. Just hearing your voice… hff… and I’m already hard— ugh.”

A calloused hand worked a hefty shaft. With his strong grip, the pressure was intense. Arousal surged quickly; his abs tensed, his thighs hardened like stone.

— Hearing that… I’m glad. It’s not just me, then.

“Haah… Jiwoon. You said the opening itches.”

— Yes… even now.

“Then pretend it’s my hand, and touch yourself.”

— How?

“You know what I do — gather your fingers, rub the whole rim, then move up and down, spread the wet over the plump parts.”

— Mmm… Okay. I’m already soaked.

“Good. Keep going.”

Lately he’d been merciless with Jiwoon’s perineum; Jiwoon understood at once. Through the line came the wet, faint sounds and short, shallow breaths.

He listens when I tell him. God — I want to pull him in front of me now.

Cursing inwardly, Taecheon focused on the picture in his head: sweet Jiwoon, smothering a pile of his clothes, legs spread, touching himself. Clumsy fingers teasing because his husband wasn’t there to fill him.

“Jiwoon, try a finger — put one in.”

— Mmm… okay, it’s in.

“How far?”

— I was scared, just a knuckle.

“It’s alright. Push deeper — all the way. It’ll feel good.”

Soothing him in a low purr, he waited —

— Mm… It’s all the way in.

“Good. Now in and out. Reach for that spot you feel inside.”

A moan came immediately. Whether his sensitivity was naturally back‑biased or not, Jiwoon always answered at the first touch inside.

— But… my finger’s too slim. It doesn’t feel great. I want yours.

“Ha… then try three fingers.”

— Th… three?

“Mm. You can do it.”

— Ah—!

A short, sharp cry. It must have slipped in with no resistance; suddenly, only his breathless panting came through.

— Ah… ugh… ha… Taecheon… mm…

As if he were thrusting himself, Jiwoon sobbed with pleasure.

— It’s so good… Each time it goes deep, my mind goes blank.

Taecheon worked himself harder, as if wringing out the length. Imagining he was buried inside Jiwoon, he growled his next command.

“Jiwoon, finish it. All the way.”

The wet rhythm quickened; Jiwoon let out a high cry.

— Ah!

Then came the gasping:

— Haa… I’m done.

“Good. Now try something else. Touch your nipples with your hand.”

— My nipples?

“They’ve been extra sensitive lately, haven’t they.”

— How did you…?

“Because I’ve been biting and sucking them nightly — and I can’t do that now.”

— Right… You’re supposed to bite and suck them… I’m frustrated.

He whined. If he were here, Taecheon would crush him in his palm.

“Then pretend your fingers are me — tug them.”

— Ah… hnh… ugh!

His moans rose, hot and thick — sensitivity spiking.

“You can pinch — a little rough. You like that more.”

His chest had grown so responsive there was no going back to the old body. Once indifferent, now with his back given over, his chest, nape, and lips conquered by his Alpha, Jiwoon felt empty without him.

“Good. Keep going. Scratch with your nails — you’re so plush you won’t bruise.”

Following Taecheon’s coaxing, Jiwoon obeyed faithfully. The tickling gave way to combustion: pressing down with fingertips, pinching hard, tugging. His half‑raised shaft came fully erect; pearly strings leaked from the pink‑tinted tip.

Sparse, fine hair clung with the stickiness — an obscene sight. He’d had little hair before, but since pregnancy, he scarcely had any at all. Each time Taecheon saw him there, he marveled — even the front is pretty.

Being an Omega, he wasn’t large, and the shape was sleek — but Taecheon loved it all the same. He loved sucking Jiwoon’s small length nearly as much as he loved his opening.

“How’s the front — hard?”

— Yes. Tight‑hard.

“Good. Stroke it and finish. I’m touching mine now too.”

They imagined the same scene — pressing their heat together, tongues tangled. Soft and slick, caressing each other, trading electric sparks. Then the final burst, the mind bleaching white, their scents wrapping them until reason blew out — in that egoless space, only the other’s pheromones remained, rushing over the body in a storm.

Jiwoon spilled over Taecheon’s shirt. As he rubbed himself on the trench coat, it felt like being in his husband’s arms.

His head went hazy — the relief of release, the drowsiness flooding in, the body spent — everything layered together and knocked him out. Without meaning to, he closed his eyes.

When he woke, an hour had flown. He was sticky below; his husband’s clothes were smeared with slick and seed. Sunlight poured in the window, lighting him bare.

“Ah!”

Passing out during phone sex — mortifying! How embarrassing!

He pulled the trench like a blanket over his head and kicked his feet.

“Ugh…”

He thumped himself in misery — then burst out laughing at his phone.

Jiwoon, I’m still going… you hung up on me. I’m lonely.

A photo was attached. A sulky selfie: Taecheon’s robe gaped to bare his solid chest, the frame cutting off teasingly just above his abs.

What’s underneath… is he still hard?

The suggestive shot brought color back to Jiwoon’s face. This Alpha wasn’t just handsome — he was cute. He was older, and his face was mature, his body sculpted, always holding Jiwoon with endless generosity — and yet he could pout over something so small. It was devastatingly adorable.

Yes — this Alpha has to be mine. He never said it, but inside, Jiwoon’s possessiveness over Seo Taecheon was immense — only kept under wraps.

With a lightness impossible to reconcile with the man who had been pining after sending his husband off, Jiwoon leapt out of bed. The start of the day felt wonderfully fresh.