TCBW C53(NSFW)

Chapter 53(NSFW)

From the shadows, the assailant lunged directly at Seojun. In an instant, he seized him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

Under the faint wash of moonlight, the face revealed was twisted like that of a demon from hell—Dowoon.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His beast-like gaze gleamed with murderous fury, and the oppressive force of his pheromones—intertwined with Suhoe’s scent still thick in the room—was suffocating.

Without hesitation, Dowoon raised his fist toward Seojun.

“President!”

At that precise moment, Haeon rushed forward and grabbed Dowoon’s arm. Barely resisting the killing aura that threatened to crush him, Haeon shouted urgently:

“I—I believe Suhoe-ssi is in a heat cycle.”

At his words, Dowoon’s murderous aura fell away in an instant.

He released Seojun’s collar and shoved him to the ground with brutal force.

“Urk.”

Ignoring whether Seojun was hurt or not, Dowoon moved straight toward Suhoe, who was breathing shallowly, face flushed from feverish heat.

“Hah… hah….”

Suhoe’s face was flushed beyond recognition, eyes barely able to open as cold sweat poured from him as though he were caught in a storm. His body writhed in agony from the heat that refused to subside.

“……”

While Dowoon silently examined Suhoe’s condition, Seojun—still on the floor—coughed and struggled to rise.

“C-cough…”

Dowoon lifted Suhoe as if he weighed nothing and began heading out of the old apartment building.

But then, behind him, Seojun’s voice rang out:

“Hey. Mister.”

He spoke through labored breaths.

“Playing around with someone that young… doesn’t look good. One day, you’ll regret it.”

Dowoon’s steps froze.

For a moment, it seemed he might whirl back and attack again, but Haeon quickly blocked his path.

Breathing hard, Seojun watched as they left the apartment building and climbed into a luxury sedan.

The thick, grassy pheromone scent rising from Suhoe’s body was dense enough to suffocate everyone in the room.

Alongside the overpowering fragrance that seemed to numb the senses, the terrifying heat radiated from his small frame like scorching waves, as though simply touching him could burn bare skin.

His black hair, fallen to his waist, was soaked in sweat—hanging in heavy strands like he had stood beneath a downpour, clinging damply to his neck and shoulders. His normally pale complexion—white as untouched snow—was now flushed a violent, feverish red, as though someone had set fire beneath his skin.

“Hnn… hah… ha…”

His small chest heaved rapidly, and from deep in his throat came a raw, scorched breath that sounded as if it were boiling from within.

Dowoon carried him into the bedroom, cradling him as though he were a fragile glass orb.

The blistering heat spilling endlessly from Suhoe’s delicate frame was intense enough to make Dowoon’s own body feel feverish, and when he gently laid him down, warmth radiated visibly off his skin.

“President, should we… call Professor Eun even now?”

Unable to bring himself to step inside, Haeon hovered anxiously in the doorway.

Dowoon did not take his gaze off Suhoe’s flushed face—not even for a heartbeat. His voice came low and commanding:

“Leave.”

A chill ran down Haeon’s spine.

At that moment, the suffocating burst of pheromones erupting from Dowoon wrapped around his entire body like chains, pinning him in place and stealing his breath—leaving him frozen.

Yet Dowoon acted as though Haeon did not exist. The instant the cold command left his lips, he began loosening the buttons of his black suit jacket and shirt with sharp, almost violent motions.

Having stripped off his upper garments entirely, Dowoon reached without hesitation to remove Suhoe’s clothing as well.

Only then did Haeeon snap out of his daze and turn to leave.

As Haeeon hurriedly fled the Balhwa-dong residence, Dowoon wasted no time, tearing away every layer of clothing from Suhoe’s body with rough urgency.

When even the thin undergarments were pulled down, his ravaged form was laid bare.

His member, erect for who knew how long, was swollen and slick with sweat and his own fluids. The slick dripping from his rear opening had thoroughly soaked his thighs.

His entrance, twitching incessantly as if preparing to receive, oozed viscous fluid without need for stimulation, soft enough to allow gentle penetration.

The thought of Suhoe in this state with Seojun made Dowoon’s stomach churn, yet he steadily released his pheromones, pressing his body against Suhoe’s.

“I’m going in now.”

Whispering as if seeking confirmation from Suhoe, who was too far gone to respond, Dowoon slowly eased his long, thick length into Suhoe’s soft, yielding flesh.

Suhoe, panting with feverish breaths, felt the thick intrusion and clutched the bedsheets, letting out a heated moan.

“Aah.”

Dowoon savored the sensation of Suhoe’s inner walls, gradually pushing deeper until the tip of his glans brushed against Suhoe’s descended cervix, poised to receive his release.

“Hnng!”

As Dowoon’s length touched the most intimate part of him, Suhoe let out a small moan, his inner muscles instinctively contracting to envelop him softly.

It was an unconscious, primal movement.

The tight, almost devouring sensation that gripped Dowoon’s length completely overwhelmed him with rising excitement.

It was so unreal, so fantastical, that it drowned out even the throbbing pain from his left hand to his elbow.

“Ugh. Aah!”

“Damn it.”

He hadn’t expected a heat to feel this different.

He had only just entered, yet the urge to climax surged, and small spurts of semen began to leak from the tip of his penis.

Dowoon bit his lower lip until it bled, tilting his head toward the ceiling.

He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to adjust to Suhoe’s heat-soaked, impossibly wet hole.

“Haa. Nng.”

But it was no easy task.

Suhoe, clinging to him, kept touching his own dick and swollen nipples, drawing Dowoon’s eyes and making it impossible to calm down.

“……”

“Nng. Hurry… move, please.”

It was a violently sensual sight.

The room, saturated with Suhoe’s grassy pheromones and filled with his incessant, whimpering moans, urged Dowoon into a frenzy.

“Move, please. It’s throbbing… deep inside.”

His reason was slipping.

Unable to hold back, Dowoon began to move his hips.

As his length thrust into Suhoe’s depths, slick fluid dripped down to his thighs.

Dowoon caressed Suhoe’s soft chest and the tip of his rigid member, guiding him toward release.

“Nn… ah, no, don’t.”

Under Dowoon’s pheromones and pleasure, Suhoe finally spilled his white seed. His rear clenched spasmodically, then relaxed as he collapsed, panting heavily.

Dowoon gazed at him, then gripped Suhoe’s trembling, slender waist and turned him to face him.

Holding Suhoe’s waist with both hands, he began thrusting with loud, wet slaps.

“Nng. Ah!”

Though Suhoe had just climaxed, the thick intrusion into his rear and Dowoon’s firm hand on his softened length stiffened him again.

“Ugh.”

Dowoon stroked his wife’s delicate, beautiful member while driving his thick, rigid length into Suhoe’s rear, making the thin skin of his abdomen bulge with the shape of his dick.

“Ugh!”

The deep thrusts, scraping against sensitive folds, drew mellifluous moans from Suhoe.

Feeling the tender flesh gripping his length, Dowoon hoisted Suhoe’s smooth legs over his shoulders and thrust even deeper.

“Nnng!”

With his legs raised high, Suhoe’s cervix and prostate were pressed together, and he felt an intense, unfamiliar euphoria.

“Aaah!”

As Suhoe trembled and clenched around Dowoon’s length, Dowoon felt a shudder course through him, his climax nearing.

“…Hoo.”

But determined to bring Suhoe to another peak before his own, Dowoon forcefully targeted the spot where Suhoe reacted most intensely, thrusting repeatedly.

“Uah? Ah! Nnng!”

As the deepest part of him was struck, Suhoe let out a tearing moan and released a flood of grassy pheromones. Even normally quick to climax, today’s intensity was overwhelming.