Hero Hunter is on Parental Leave C74

Chapter 74

“I’m serious. I’ll suck it—even in hell, I’ll suck your cock properly.”

“Don’t provoke me. I’m really on the verge of losing it.”

The man’s warning breaths grew rough. Veins stood out as Won Iheun clenched his fist, desperately holding on to the last thread of reason.

“It’s hard to endure…”

He undid the top button of Yeongung’s shirt and buried his face between the parted collar. Warm, damp breaths seeped into the exposed white skin.

“Ha… hyung. Did you know?”

The alpha’s red lips bloomed bruised marks along Yeongung’s pale collarbone.

“Ugh.”

“You look so fucking sexy.”

Won Iheun slid a hand inside Yeongung’s shirt. Thick, strong fingers traced slowly from his navel up to his chest, caressing his flat stomach and narrow waist before circling the pink areola.

Scratching lightly with a fingernail made the hidden bud stiffen upright.

“Hng…!”

The sharp stimulation made Yeongung twist his shoulders.

Then the alpha’s fingers brushed against something cold—a metal chain. The necklace Yeongung had made the night before. Iheun realized the ring hanging at the center was his gift and smiled faintly.

He traced the perfectly cut diamond.

“When did you make this?”

“Yesterday… It was too noticeable to wear on my ring finger.”

“Keep it with you. Always.”

With a teasing look, the alpha wound the chain around his finger and hooked the ring over Yeongung’s stiff nipple.

“Here. This works nicely. Won’t fall off.”

He twisted the hardened nub mercilessly.

“If it softens again, I’ll make it stand back up for you, hyung.”

The chill of metal against an oversensitive spot drew a moan from Yeongung’s lips. His head tipped back as goosebumps rippled over his skin. Iheun sucked hard at Yeongung’s slender neck.

Chup.

He bit just enough to sting, then licked over the marks with his red tongue.

Prying Yeongung’s lips open, he rubbed thick fingers against the hidden tongue inside, deliberately making obscene, wet sounds.

The vulgar noises pierced Yeongung’s sensitive hearing. The finger thrusting in and out, as if mimicking penetration, made his toes curl.

“Ugh…”

Won Iheun swept his gaze over Yeongung’s wet lashes, flushed skin, and parted lips being toyed with.

“Hyung… Yeongung-hyung…”

This time, his hand slid from Yeongung’s straight shoulders down along his spine to the soft swell below. The dominant alpha pheromones burst out instantly, and Yeongung’s pheromone gland instinctively yearned in response.

Then—unexpectedly—Yeongung began rubbing his peach-like, rounded hips against Iheun’s thigh.

Caught off guard, Iheun froze.

Only then did he truly see Yeongung: completely undone, breathing shallowly, drunk on alpha pheromones.

“Fuck.”

Summoning extreme restraint, Iheun hurriedly straightened Yeongung’s clothes and put the mask and glasses back on him.

“Ha… Why are you suddenly like this?”

Still hazy, Yeongung tilted his head, face slack with intoxication.

“I forgot… they’re watching.”

Remembering Mae at last, Iheun let out an irritated sigh.

“I want to be the only one who sees that face.”

Pulled against the alpha’s chest, Yeongung protested weakly.

“You did this… You, Won Iheun.”

“I wish you and I were one.”

Iheun lifted Yeongung’s chin and whispered with a gaze utterly devoid of playfulness.

“Sometimes… I think about filling even your brain with my cum.”

“Hng… w-what…”

“If that little head were full of my seed, you’d think of me all day. Look only at me.”

The dark, heavy emotion in his eyes made Yeongung’s back clench reflexively.

Nothing was inside him—yet it felt as though he were already pierced by the alpha’s cock. The lewd fantasy made his body tremble, fear rising that he might soak himself with slick just from imagining it.

“Crazy bastard… You’re really insane.”

“That’s not wrong. I’m crazy about you.”

The shamelessness of it all set Yeongung’s ears and neck aflame. He turned his face away.

“With a body this obscene, pretending to be an alpha—no one would believe it.”

“…You’re the only lunatic who gets hard over me anyway.”

Often mistaken for an extreme alpha himself—yet Iheun said pretending. Absurd, but Yeongung didn’t dislike this excessive devotion.

He silently wished: if this was what Chahyeon had meant by love-tinted glasses, then he hoped the ones he wore for Won Iheun would never come off.

Iheun was surrounded by dominant omegas—beautiful, delicate types favored by most alphas. Yet he chose Yeongung: an extreme-heat omega with barely any pheromones and an appearance often mistaken for an alpha.

Iheun had said he never believed in love, denied his feelings—until Yeongung nearly died. Only then did he accept it.

That was all Yeongung knew.

Inside the mask, Yeongung wet his lips.

“Why did you…”

During all those years of one-sided love, how had Iheun seen him? When did it start—and why?

One day, when the system’s restriction broke, Yeongung wanted to tell him everything too.

“Hey, bastard…”

Before he could continue, Iheun tapped foreheads with him, closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again—a cat’s eye-kiss.

Trust me.

Yeongung fought the surge of rage swelling in his chest—toward the system.

“If I destroy it, that’s the end of it.”

Mana stirred violently, urging him to strike.

“Giving up on the bet?”

“Is that the issue right now? The system—”

Iheun shook his head, stopping him. Yeongung fell silent.

Iheun knew Yeongung was strong enough to challenge even the system—and that was exactly why he stopped him.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to Yeongung’s mask. Through the thin fabric, their breaths tangled.

Iheun moved his lips slowly, silently forming words.

Yeongung strained to read them.

I like you. From the very first moment I saw you.