Woosung Alpha’s Sour Grapes

Chapter 35

Hyeon-woo squeezed his eyes shut and desperately repeated like a prayer:

“It’s not mine. It’s all an illusion. Everything is fake.”

Hadn’t he resolved to be content with the fact that Tae-geon hadn’t rejected him after he manifested as an Omega?

“That should be enough. I just need to let go of this greed. Then we can be happy like before.”

He tried to brainwash himself this way several times.

Ding- Ding- Ding-

The message notification sounds came one after another, as if to shake his resolution. When Hyeon-woo reluctantly checked his phone, his face contorted like a child about to burst into tears.

[Hyeon-woo, how are you feeling?]

[The sky is so blue and beautiful today. I wish we could have seen it together.]

[I made curry that you like before I left, haven’t you eaten yet?]

[My afternoon class got canceled, so I’m heading home now.]

[Let’s have lunch together. Just wait a little.]

[I’ll be there soon.]

They were all from Tae-geon.

How could these feelings be fake when even such simple messages made his heart flutter and ache like this?

Hyeon-woo buried his face in his hands with an expression of despair.

*

Tae-geon let out a sigh of relief as he watched all his sent messages being marked as read in real time. As he hurried out to the main entrance to catch a taxi, there wasn’t a single empty car in sight today. An uneasy feeling kept burning in his gut.

[Hi]

Just “hi”?

[Let’s meet.]

[Where are you?]

[I’ll send a car your way.]

Though he quickly replied to Hyeon-woo, he still broke into a cold sweat and felt dizzy remembering the moment when all his messages were returned with a notification about a deactivated account.

Running out of school without thinking about classes, he suddenly realized something. If he went home like this, Hyeon-woo would definitely find it strange. Hyeon-woo had sent the note to K, not to Tae-geon. Tae-geon had no right to confront Hyeon-woo and demand what he was thinking.

Clicking his tongue in frustration, Tae-geon turned on his phone and sent messages to Hyeon-woo. As always, there was no reply, but just confirming that Hyeon-woo had read the messages put his mind somewhat at ease.

Getting off the taxi, he hurriedly entered the house. Despite his loudly beating heart, the house was quiet as usual.

“Hyeon-woo.”

He called out softly, but there was no answer. Tae-geon immediately went up to the second floor and stood in front of Hyeon-woo’s room.

Knock- Knock-

When there was no answer to his knocking, his mind went blank. He unconsciously threw open Hyeon-woo’s door with a rough movement. Through his heated vision, he saw Hyeon-woo sleeping soundly on the bed.

“Ha.”

Tae-geon ran his hand over his contorted face with a low exhale. His muscles, tense until now, suddenly relaxed, leaving him feeling completely drained.

He approached the bed, kneeling down on one knee, and gently placed his hand on Hyeon-woo’s forehead. A slight fever remained. As he withdrew his hand, his gaze was drawn to the slightly protruding bedside drawer. When he pulled the handle, the drawer revealed a collection of suppressants filling it completely.

His head spun.

Now that Hyeon-woo’s identity as an Omega had been discovered, there was no need to mask himself with Alpha pheromones anymore. Come to think of it, Hyeon-woo’s heat cycle was approaching soon.

Tomorrow, or perhaps even today.

Tae-geon furrowed his brow.

[Hi]

It was literally a farewell. After all, there was no reason to spend heat cycles with K anymore.

Tae-geon’s expression grew troubled as he looked at the sleeping Hyeon-woo. While he was concerned about the potential dangers of suppressants, and knowing they wouldn’t have any effect anyway, what made his heart ache most was something else entirely.

‘Hi.’

What pained Tae-geon most was the fact that there was no one left in the world for Hyeon-woo to open his heart to, not even through notes anymore.

*

Hyeon-woo’s shirt was soaked with cold sweat as he gasped for breath, clutching the bed sheets. He fumbled over the bedside table to read the suppressant label again, though he’d already checked it dozens of times.

[Omega Heat Cycle Suppressant – Dosage: Take 1-2 tablets every 6 hours as needed. Do not exceed 6 tablets total per day.]

He couldn’t understand it.

He’d already taken triple the recommended dose, yet somehow the medicine wasn’t working at all. His hands trembled as he tried to open another bottle of suppressants, his vision blurry from the fever. After several failed attempts, the cap suddenly opened, spilling white pills across the floor.

…Damn it.

Just as he twisted to open the drawer for different suppressants—

“Eek…!”

His vision flashed white as a familiar sensation shot up through his spine from his lower body.

Crash! Bang!

The drawer fell along with the medicine bottles, creating an even louder commotion than before. The plastic containers shattered from the impact, pills of all kinds rolling across the floor.

“Hah… hah…”

He curled into a ball, breathing heavily. As he tried to calm his breathing, another sharp sensation shot up his spine.

“Ah…!”

Hyeon-woo’s back arched. His limbs trembled. He shook his head frantically from side to side. The harder he tried to maintain consciousness by gripping the sheets, the hazier everything became.

“…No. No.”

Tae-geon was still at home. 

“Ah, it’s hot. Haah.”

Hyeon-woo’s waist lifted into the air. His toes curled and his hole clenched and unclenched on its own, spilling slick. Hyeon-woo’s body, having spent his heat cycle in the arms of a dominant alpha, had become highly sensitive in anticipation of the coming stimulation.

Even as Hyeon-woo tried to reason with himself that he shouldn’t, his hand betrayed his rationality and was already fumbling with the front of his pants. 

Finally succumbing to his instincts, Hyeon-woo pulled down his bottoms in one go and grabbed his dick. From the tip of his semi-erect dick, sticky mucus flowed down. 

Hyeon-woo’s mind became hazy with fear, having already experienced firsthand how painful a heat cycle without alpha contact could be.

With trembling hands, he reached out to pull over a pillow and bit into it.

Please don’t let it be heard!  

Please don’t let my pheromones leak out past the door…!

Shuddering, Hyeon-woo began moving his hand that gripped his dick up and down. However, no matter how fast he went, he could never reach a climax. A terrible disaster was beginning again.

The bed sheets became soaked with the slick flowing from his rear hole. In the midst of his whole body burning up, the inside of his stomach squirmed and itched. He immediately rubbed his middle finger on his crotch, wetting it with slick. Hyeon-woo’s dick dripped with pre-cum from the stimulation teasing his hole. Aiming his sufficiently wet middle finger at his hole, he slowly pushed it in.

“Aaahng!”

With his fingers inserted, Hyeon-woo’s entire body stiffened in that position.  

Haah… Good.

The fingers began rapidly moving in and out of the hole, repeating the motion. The fingers roughly stirring his insides soon increased to three.  

Wet squelching sounds echoed in the room. At some point, Hyeon-woo had tossed aside the pillow he was biting and, having lost his senses, faithfully poured out his moans to his own desires.

“Eung…! Eung… Eueung!”

In Hyeon-woo’s mind that was not in its right state, Tae-geon no longer existed. He could think of nothing else but panting like a beast and chasing greater stimulation.

He shoved three fingers at once into his hole and sat on them around as he pleased. Even though he was constantly stimulating himself, it felt somewhat lacking. No matter how much he poked his inner walls, he couldn’t reach the spots that felt good. The more he stimulated himself, the more his body, knowing greater pleasure, cried out that it wasn’t enough.  

As Hyeon-woo’s unfocused eyes, hazy with heat, swept across the desk, he spotted the silver flute he had used in his first semester liberal arts class.  

With trembling limbs, he crawled on the floor almost like a dog towards the desk and grabbed the flute. He didn’t even have the energy to return to the bed. Collapsing right there on the floor littered with pills, he rubbed the thinnest and smoothest part of the flute against his wet hole.

“Ahh…!”

As the cold metal touched the sensitive area, the muscles contracted. Even that sensation was ecstatic. He slightly pushed the moistened tip of the flute into the hole. The mucous membrane shallowly took in the silver metal and spit it back out, repeatedly.  

“…Haah, good.”

Hyeon-woo set the end of the flute vertically and aimed it at his hole. Then, he thrust the piece of metal into his inner walls all at once.

“Aahh!!!”

A strained moan burst out as Hyeon-woo’s pheromones poured out with fierce momentum. The greatly loosened inner walls easily swallowed up the flute. Even so, it wasn’t enough. 

Writhing in an incomprehensible thirst, Hyeon-woo roughly pulled out the flute he was holding and then strongly thrust it in once more.  

“Haeuk!!!” 

It was the moment when thick pheromones burst out from Hyeon-woo once again.

“…Hyeon-woo.”

“…!”

Hyeon-woo’s body, which had been rapidly thrusting the flute, stiffened in place. 

Hyeon-woo’s greatly widened eyes began to shake incessantly, having lost their bearings. 

The hand holding the flute trembled. That trembling was conveyed to the inner walls in contact with the flute, and Hyeon-woo, twisting his waist at the electrifying stimulation even in the midst of this, bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut.

Notes: 

I should put a Metal Flute on my hear me out cake!