DOTH Volume 3 Chapter 9.8

“I saw this somewhere…”

Jung Heeyeon’s hand, now at the front, boldly cupped the alpha’s cheek.

“That this counts as adoring another.”

A warm and soft touch landed right at the corner of Director Yeon’s slightly crooked smile. The man chuckled and pulled the omega closer in his embrace.

“We have pecks all the time though, Heeyeon.”

“But I’m not going to only give you a peck…”

What Jung Heeyeon murmured next, though said like a joke, was laced with sincerity.

“Mhmmm, so, not only pecks?”

“No. We’re going to do other things too.”

Director Yeon’s eyes, which had been gently curved in a smile, suddenly narrowed—sharpened like a blade. Jung Heeyeon’s hand had slipped beneath the man’s clothes.

The small, warm hand traced gently along the firm contours of his body. Jung Heeyeon glanced up at Director Yeon’s face. One of his eyes was slightly squinted, making the scar over his eyelid look sharper than usual. The man didn’t tell him to stop. Encouraged by that, Jung Heeyeon swallowed hard and let his hand wander a little higher.

His fingertips skimmed over tense muscle that twitched at his touch. Director Yeon’s body, all strong bones and firm muscle, felt like a perfectly sculpted statue. Did all alphas have a body like this? The thought flickered through Jung Heeyeon’s mind, but he doubted anyone else’s body could match the perfection of the director’s. As he quietly explored the body, the arm around his waist pulled tighter. And not just the arm, Director Yeon’s thigh shifted under him, muscles flexing noticeably.

“Heeyeon. What else will you do?”

Director Yeon asked lazily, feigning nonchalance. Jung Heeyeon had always been quick to learn, but he hadn’t expected the omega to know how to stir a person’s heart like this.

“Director, I want to have sex with you…”

Jung Heeyeon, with his clear, innocent face, voiced his desire. In a gentle, even tone, the words poured softly from between his plump lips.

“There are lots of ways lovers can adore each other. I heard sex is one of them.”

Lovers? At the word, a faint crease formed above Director Yeon’s brow. It was a word far too sweet and saccharine for someone like him, just like when Jung Heeyeon had first said ‘peck’. 

It was a word completely outside the scope of his life. He had never once thought to define his relationship with Jung Heeyeon as ‘lovers’.

“…Aren’t we lovers? Haejin hyung said one shouldn’t have sex unless they’re lovers. That throwing a person away after having sex with them will make you a bad person.”

Perhaps misinterpreting the silence, the omega nestled in his arms frowned slightly and asked. It was less a tone of suspicion and more one of seeking confirmation, as if there was no way Jung Heeyeon believed Director Yeon would deny it.

The man, who had never received such blind affection before, stared down at the innocent face and barely managed to lift the corners of his mouth. A searing pain, one he didn’t know how to name, churned violently inside him.

How could someone love him so blindly like this? Yeon Woobeom thought that maybe, just maybe, he should call this love. It was a feeling he had never experienced in his life, and had never once imagined he would.

“Heeyeon.”

His voice escaped through barely parted lips, low and slow.

Yeon Woobeom wasn’t foolish enough to deny something just because it felt unfamiliar. He was a calculating businessman, and above all, a greedy man who had to claim what he wanted.

“You’re right, we are lovers.”

He had no interest in rejecting the label when the person he most wanted to monopolize was calling themselves that. Especially not when that person was unbearably lovable, even when he stirred up his emotions so recklessly.

So Director Yeon, without hesitation, accepted the tiny, fragile creature who had willingly walked into the dangerous crime zone. As he lowered his lips to that faint frown between Jung Heeyeon’s brows and let out a quiet laugh, the omega pulled back slightly and gave him a firm peck on the lips with a soft smack. His eyes curved like moons, delighted with the answer he’d received. And Director Yeon knew this smile was something only he was allowed to see.

”Are you going to adore me now?”

“Yes.”

“But I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.”

Director Yeon looked a little troubled, and Jung Heeyeon was reminded of a certain night from before. He didn’t remember the details well, but he knew the Director had held himself back. The man hadn’t gone all the way because the omega said his stomach felt full. Even when Jung Heeyeon had begged for more, the director had refused, saying it would be too much for his body.

Jung Heeyeon had heard alphas had a hard time saying no when an omega begged, so it had been a little surprising. If it was something he’d learned when he was inside the walls, he might have brushed it off. But even Lee Haejin had said something similar, so it probably wasn’t wrong.

It had hurt, but it had also felt good. However, Jung Heeyeon was certain Director Yeon hadn’t been satisfied. Just as he himself had felt good, he wished Director Yeon could feel the same way too. Besides, today was his turn to adore the man.

“I’m the one adoring you this time, so you can do as much as you want, Director.”

Director Yeon let out a low chuckle as he looked at the harmless face before him. As much as he wanted? What a dangerous thing to say.

Truthfully, sex had little meaning for Director Yeon. As an alpha, he couldn’t completely ignore his rut cycles, so it was merely a bothersome, perfunctory act he engaged in out of necessity. Outside of rut, he typically refrained from sex altogether, and even during those times, he often suppressed it with suppressants. Since he meticulously managed his pheromones, he couldn’t always rely on suppressants, and when they began to build up, he would reluctantly give in to the occasional temptation from an omega.

He had never lost control simply from a physical encounter, but with Jung Heeyeon, he sensed that might not hold true. The moment his patience ran out, he was certain he would lose all reason, and it was clear he could end up hurting Jung Heeyeon’s inexperienced body.

The desire to possess and monopolize an omega was deeply embedded in an alpha’s instinct, and Yeon Woobeom was a man who never knew satisfaction. No matter how skilled he was at managing his pheromones, he couldn’t completely override his base instincts.

It was fortunate it wasn’t time for his rut. If it were, Jung Heeyeon would probably be in tears by now.

“If I do as much as I want, my lover might have a hard time.”

He intentionally rolled the word “lover” on his tongue. Jung Heeyeon’s clear eyes widened slightly. Director Yeon chuckled quietly and gently cupped Jung Heeyeon’s cheek and jaw.

“I’m sturdy, so it’s okay.”

“Is that so? You’re sturdy?”

“I really am… mmph.”

The alpha’s tongue slipped between the omega’s lips, challenging that confident declaration. One hand cradled the back of Jung Heeyeon’s head, the other embracing his slender back. As he eased the smaller body down onto the bed and climbed over him, the slick sound of their parting lips echoed obscenely in the quiet room.

Chup, churp. The warm muscle that had been exploring the inside of Jung Heeyeon’s mouth slowly withdrew. Just then, the smaller tongue peeked out shyly between half-parted lips, clearly a silent request for another kiss.

Instead of pressing their lips together again, Director Yeon brushed his tongue lightly over the exposed pink tip. Jung Heeyeon flinched and let out a soft whimper.

“Mm… nngh…”

The arms clinging to the man’s clothes slowly slid up and wrapped around his neck. Feeling the smaller body press closer, Director Yeon let out a soft laugh from deep in his throat. The thick mass that had been teasing at the tip of Jung Heeyeon’s tongue slid in beneath, leaving behind a damp, sticky sound.

The slick movement didn’t stop there. What had begun as a slow exploration suddenly shifted, like a snake wrapping around its prey. The heat in his mouth trapped Jung Heeyeon’s tongue, sucking gently, as if to draw it completely into his own mouth.

The mingling of their saliva grew wetter, more intense, in sync with the change in motion. Director Yeon could feel the subtle burst of the omega’s pheromones—sharp and sweet—filling the air. He moved his hand boldly, slipping his fingers past the folded fabric of the sleepwear, touching somewhere delicate beneath without hesitation.

“Umph! D-Director…”

“Yeah, Heeyeon.”

When the omega tried to gently push him away, Director Yeon obediently released him and responded sweetly. His gaze, however, remained fixed on Jung Heeyeon’s saliva-smeared, plump lips. As Jung Heeyeon panted, he slowly began to unbutton his own sleepwear.

“Are you taking your clothes off now, Heeyeon?”

He teased softly, prompting a blink from Jung Heeyeon—he clearly didn’t understand why the other was teasing him. His small fingers worked busily, fumbling with the buttons one by one.

“Pardon? Yes. It will be easier for you to touch my chest if I take it off, Director.”

“Haa…”

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