TCBW C57(NSFW)

Chapter 57

“I do not recall ever informing you. Was it Professor Shim?”

—Indeed. Is it a crime for a father to inquire about his son’s condition?

“No, it is not a crime. Though I cannot deny it leaves a foul taste.”

—What?

“I’ll be ending the call now.”

Dowoon cut the line without waiting for a response.

He disliked that his curse had been exposed, yet what unsettled him more was the sudden disappearance of the black stain that had once marred his fingertips.

The pain remained, but the mark—so dark and unmistakable only a month ago—had appeared and vanished too abruptly. He longed to confide in someone, but enemies surrounded him on all sides.

“…Hah.”

His head throbbed. He needed to find information on the curse. He needed to learn why Chairman Lee refused to reveal the full truth.

Yet at that moment, the most immediate problem knelt between his legs.

“You—what exactly do you think you’re doing.”

“Chup.”

Without him noticing, Suhoe had already hardened him fully and was now sucking him with shameless abandon.

And earlier—what was that? Wanting a baby?

Dowoon stared at him, expression filled with exhausted disbelief.

Conversation was pointless. Not that speaking had been productive with his father either.

While Dowoon rubbed his temples, Suhoe used practiced familiarity to take him deep into his mouth, sucking greedily.

He pressed tight suction around him, then stroked the raised veins with the flat of his tongue, licking the sensitive head with a wet, dripping tip.

He swallowed down to the base, forcing himself to breathlessly tighten his throat around him.

Such crude, relentless stimulation left Dowoon no mercy. He spilled down the boy’s hot, soft throat.

At the same time, Suhoe’s own erection—straining under thin pajamas—released a thin dribble.

Dowoon stared at Suhoe’s lips slick with seed, and at the library carpet stained with body fluid.

Jaw tight, he grabbed Suhoe roughly and lifted him onto the desk. A quick touch confirmed how soaked he already was—before Dowoon thrust into him in one decisive stroke.

“Aaah— nghaa…!”

Suhoe cried out high and long, trembling violently. Before Dowoon had even fully seated himself inside, the boy shuddered and released again.

“You finish the moment I enter you.”

Watching his wife collapse so helplessly only made Dowoon throb harder.

Heat radiated fiercely off Suhoe’s flushed skin, the fevered temperature searing along him, testing the edge of Dowoon’s own rut instincts.

Maintaining reason was agony. And still, he had to release calming pheromones to soothe the suffering omega—an effort that felt near impossible when his own control frayed.

If he lost himself now, he knew—no matter how much Suhoe begged him to stop later, he would not be able to.

So he forced himself to breathe, steady, steady—

When he was finally ready to move again, he noticed Suhoe had already fainted.

Shhk—shhk.

During that brief moment Dowoon wrestled with restraint, the boy had trembled through another climax and passed out.

Dowoon stared down at himself, still burning, brows knit.

But faced with the sight of Suhoe’s unconscious, fragile body, he exhaled sharply and withdrew.

Holding himself, he worked with his own hand.

His gaze never left the boy’s limp form.

Soon, breath rough, he spilled hot white over Suhoe’s pale chest and youthful face, marking him in streaks of white.

After laying Suhoe in bed, Dowoon sat beside him, watching. Then he called Professor Eun.

Despite consistent pheromone showers to reduce fever, Suhoe kept slipping back into heat the moment Dowoon looked away.

Even considering heat cycles, the frequency was abnormal—especially for someone exposed to an extremity-class alpha’s pheromones.

And Suhoe acted as though unused to heat itself.

—It may be that receiving such potent alpha pheromones for the first time and so frequently has triggered a backlash.

“….”

—Or the pheromone suppressant he recently took could be an issue. Heat is common for most omegas, but some experience none at all.

“What issue would the suppressant cause?”

—For physically weak omegas, rare side effects include infertility or irregular heat cycles. I suggest you avoid knotting until this cycle ends. Once it stabilizes, bring him in for tests. Also, avoid heat suppressants for now.

Dowoon was about to reply when he felt dull pressure against his wrist.

Suhoe had awakened—biting the arm he’d been using as a pillow.

—I’ll end here. Contact me if anything changes.

Preoccupied with Suhoe, Dowoon barely muttered a farewell before hanging up.

He turned to see the boy was indeed awake—still biting his arm gently, small jaw working.

“…What are you doing.”

It didn’t hurt. But the reason baffled him.

He assumed, as he had during sex—when Suhoe sometimes clutched him or scratched at his back from overstimulation—that this too was just heat-hazed instinct.

Yet a faint, stifled whimper escaped those lips, and Dowoon instantly knew—it was not arousal.

He quickly turned the boy over. As he expected, Suhoe was silently weeping, eyes shut tight.

“…Why.”

“Hic… h-hic…”

He only cried harder in response.

“Why are you crying. Are you hurt?”

Though his arm was still trapped in that soft bite, Dowoon pulled Suhoe into his embrace as though nothing was amiss.

“…mmph.”

Suhoe clamped a trembling hand over his own mouth, trying to silence himself. His eyes glistened with tears.

Though barely minutes since waking, his thin body was already hot again. The tears, the trembling—perhaps pain. It was maddening.

When conscious, the boy could barely stand. When lucid enough to move, he clung and seduced.

And now, half-dazed, he wept quietly in his arms.

Dowoon exhaled slowly and released soothing pheromones as he eased over him.

“Not now. You’re too swollen. It will hurt.”

He lifted the boy’s clothing.

Just as he lowered his mouth to a faint, reddened nipple, Suhoe shook his head.

“…N-No.”

He sounded more awake than before, so Dowoon met his eyes—though his speech still slurred from heat.

“D-Don’t. Please.”

Though eyes open and speaking, his consciousness was drowned in fever. He barely remembered waking, hearing Dowoon talk on the phone, confusing the caller for Sara—and biting his arm like a sleep-drunk child.

Dowoon, unaware of any of this, slowly drew back. He reached for the documents left on the bedside table.

And until Suhoe slept again, he released a calm, light pheromone haze around them.

In the days that followed, whenever Suhoe’s body rose with fever, Dowoon gave him the scent of summer nights.

Yet his heat refused to subside.

Whenever strength returned, Suhoe crawled into Dowoon’s blankets—sucking him, kissing him with reckless hunger.

At first, Dowoon wondered if the heat made Suhoe a different person entirely. But Professor Eun assured him there were omegas like this.

“Chup.”

Still, understanding did not make endurance easier. Whenever Suhoe attacked him without warning, Dowoon’s patience strained to its limits.

His body was far too fragile for continuous penetration—yet in fevered fits, he clung, only to collapse unconscious again.

More often than not, Dowoon was left aching, denied release.