Woosung Alpha’s Sour Grapes

Chapter 37 

His swollen body trembled. Tae-geon felt the inner walls convulse and quiver against his fingers. Hyeon-woo’s prostate, which he was extremely sensitive to, was located right next to his entrance. Rubbing forcefully around the prostate again with a strong grip… 

“Ha-eung…!”

Tae-geon quickly caught Hyeon-woo’s head as it fell backward. Hyeon-woo’s hazy semen, bursting out with vigorous force, drew a long vertical trail on Tae-geon’s black t-shirt.

Tae-geon gently licked up the tears collected in the corners of Hyeon-woo’s eyes as his body trembled finely from the aftershocks of stimulation. An unfamiliar sweetness, as if Hyeon-woo’s pheromones were highly concentrated there, tingled sharply on the tip of his tongue. 

He regretted covering Hyeon-woo’s pretty eyes with cloth all this time, not knowing they tasted like this. Tae-geon’s rough tongue persistently dug under Hyeon-woo’s closed eyelids as if to lick his eyeballs.

Although tears kept welling up in Hyeon-woo’s eyes from the painful stimulation, they were all stolen by Tae-geon’s tongue without a chance to collect.

“Ah-eut! Eu-eung-eut!”  

At some point, the thrusting resumed. Hyeon-woo’s dick, woefully insufficient to end the heat cycle with just one ejaculation, was erect again.

Tae-geon’s fingers, now increased to three, rapidly went in and out of Hyeon-woo’s hole. 

Hyeon-woo’s waist arched and his stiff erection pressed against Tae-geon’s dick. Hyeon-woo instinctively rubbed his wet dick against Tae-geon’s.

“Eut?!”  

Tae-geon’s fingers froze and slipped out of the hole at Hyeon-woo’s sudden impudent act. Unable to endure that momentary loss, Hyeon-woo sat on the hard pillar placed on Tae-geon’s left thigh and moved his hips back and forth, ejaculating again.

The semen, more watery than before, soiled Tae-geon’s pants this time. Both top and bottom were covered with semen Hyeon-woo spurted. Still, Tae-geon gazed with half-loosened eyes at Hyeon-woo’s dick brazen enough to raise its head again.  

After securely wrapping Hyeon-woo’s arms around his neck, Tae-geon firmly grabbed Hyeon-woo’s pelvis with both hands and began to mercilessly grind with his own dick wedged between Hyeon-woo’s buttocks.

“…Aaaah!” 

Hyeon-woo convulsed at the incomparable pressure from before. Tae-geon lifted one of Hyeon-woo’s legs with his arm, exposing his testicles and perineum, and rubbed his own dick against them hard.

Panting, Hyeon-woo tightly hugged Tae-geon’s neck. Tae-geon didn’t miss the chance to bury his nose in Hyeon-woo’s neck. Along with Hyeon-woo’s clean scent that calmed the mind like a sedative, a pheromone more stimulating than any aphrodisiac in the world tormented Tae-geon. The coexistence of those two aromas stirred Tae-geon’s heart as they pleased.

Aiming the tip of his raging hard-on at Hyeon-woo’s entrance, which had loosened mushily, Tae-geon stamped it up forcefully. Although blocked by the cloth and unable to enter, Hyeon-woo’s urethra spewed semen.  

“Ha-ah-eut!” 

“Keuk…!”

Hot semen also erupted inside Tae-geon’s underwear from Hyeon-woo’s deeply emitted pheromones in that moment.

The secretions they released together made Tae-geon’s pants crotch soaked inside and out.

“Haa….”

The dick, which had been unable to ejaculate even once despite various acts including using a metal rod, now ejaculated each time Tae-geon rubbed it.

Hyeon-woo, drooping his body with a heavy sense of exhaustion, took a deep breath. 

Suddenly, an unfamiliar scent floating in the air touched his mind. Hyeon-woo instinctively focused all his nerves on his sense of smell.

However, the spores of the scent, which were teasingly touching him like a fish nibbling bait then swimming away, vanished without a trace. It was a sensation he had never felt before in his life. He sniffed, trying to chase the smell, but felt nothing more.

However, amidst the breaths he inhaled into his lungs, something with a noticeably different sense of mass, like heavy air right before a downpour, tickled his olfactory epithelium. 

Entrusting his body to that sensation, his mind felt distant and his nerves alert as if he had taken a stimulant. It was a strange feeling.

Hyeon-woo unconsciously buried his nose in Tae-geon’s neck, where that sensation was felt most strongly, and sniffed like a puppy.

At that moment, Tae-geon’s fingers digging into Hyeon-woo’s entrance froze. As if someone had poured cold water over his head, Tae-geon felt the senses he had half-lost return to him with a start. Hurriedly collecting his pheromones, he slowly withdrew his fingers buried in Hyeon-woo’s hole.

“…Eung!” 

Hyeon-woo shook his head, clenching his hole tightly as if refusing to let the withdrawing fingers go. When Tae-geon poked Hyeon-woo’s perineum with his other hand, the hole that reflexively gaped open gently spat out Tae-geon’s fingers.

Tae-geon laid Hyeon-woo, who had fainted as if dead after ejaculating one last time from Tae-geon grabbing and shaking his dick up and down, on the bed.

Hyeon-woo, exhausted both mentally and physically, fell into a deep slumber. With a smacking sound, a tender warmth descended upon his closed eyelids.

The pheromones they released intertwined thickly, filling the room.

*

It was a strange and unpleasant dream.

Suffering from heat, K happened to enter the room. Although their bodies had mixed numerous times, they had never shared a kiss, yet K began to pour fervent kisses upon him.

While he was entranced by that, K’s fingers had somehow invaded his hole. The tightness and fullness splitting his inner walls and the finger movements felt extremely familiar. K, tormenting sensitive spots tenaciously as always, pecked his eyelids. 

…Eyelids…? But my eyes should be covered.

The sensation of bare skin was foreign. Hyeon-woo carefully opened his closed eyes. 

Tae-geon’s face suddenly appeared before his eyes, which should have held nothing but pitch-black darkness obscured by cloth. Tae-geon’s fingers, charging forth as if to devour his lips, stirred his drenched hole. Even in his hazy consciousness, only that sensation was vivid like reality.

“Huk!”

Startled awake, Hyeon-woo abruptly sat up in bed and looked around. Through vision blurred by lingering sleep, he saw the shapes of familiar furniture immersed in darkness. It was his room.

What the hell kind of shitty dream was that….

Perhaps from rising suddenly, dizziness made his vision spin. Frowning, Hyeon-woo irritably rubbed between his eyebrows and tried to recall.  

He clearly remembered taking suppressants and falling asleep. He remembered swallowing quite a large amount since the drug wasn’t working well. He took two in advance, seven or eight more right before his heat, and then… he thinks he took more after that too…

No, did he spill them while trying to take them?

Among the hazy remnants of memory, the image of white pills scattering to the floor was uniquely vivid in his mind.

Hyeon-woo reached out to feel the nightstand. There should definitely be an emergency stash here, but he couldn’t grasp anything.

“……?”

As Hyeon-woo moved to turn on the light, an ominous suspicion suddenly crossed his mind. 

The floor he stood on was too clean. The pills that should’ve been strewn on the floor after he spilled the suppressants didn’t crunch underfoot at all.  

…Was spilling the suppressants a dream too? Then why is the nightstand empty? 

He turned on the lamp with an anxious feeling, and the room brightened instantly.

As expected, the floor was clean without a single pill. Hyeon-woo’s gaze immediately turned to the nightstand. Likewise, there was nothing. He roughly opened the drawer he had stuffed with hoarded suppressants. Somehow, it was vacant inside.

Tilting his head and slowly looking around, a silver metal rod lying on the floor caught his eye. As Hyeon-woo wondered why it was there, fragments of memory poured into his mind like a heavy rain at that moment.

“Eut!”

Gripping his aching head, he groaned. Once the floodgates opened, the memories rushed in relentlessly, leaving him dazed. 

He clearly remembered accidentally spilling the suppressants he tried to take because the heat wasn’t subsiding. No matter how much he shook his rigidly erect dick, he couldn’t reach a climax. He had tried desperately fingering his leaking rear hole, but couldn’t reach the good spots.

Then, the metal flute rod had entered his fevered vision, and he fully recalled inserting it and moaning in pleasure.

He thinks he also heard someone desperately calling his name through his hazy consciousness.

‘Hyeon-woo-ya.’ 

A voice calling him.

K.

No, Tae-geon.

No, K.

Hyeon-woo plopped down on the floor.

No, Tae-geon. No, K. Tae-geon. 

No.

His head spun crazily like an overloaded hard drive, then abruptly stopped.

Hyeon-woo’s arms propping him up trembled. Cold sweat gathered on his forehead dripped to the floor. He tried his utmost to recall what happened after, but that was the extent of his memory.

…If.

If that wasn’t a dream…?

He re-imagined the touches caressing his naked body, moaning from heat in the dream. 

They were clearly K’s. The breath on his neck, the fingers persistently exploring his inner folds, the low chuckles – they were all K’s.