Confined Pheromone

For a very brief moment, the problem was inhaling the omega’s pheromones. It was like a single drop of water overflowing from a cup; once it started, there was no stopping it.

“…Get out.”

“Why all of a sudden?”

“Hurry. Right now.”

“What do you mean all of a sudden—”

In the end, Siwoo’s words were not a lie.

“Lute, I think it’s here.”

Sanho shot up from the bed. His eyes, stained with confusion, turned to Siwoo. It was obvious that Siwoo was in a strange state. Moreover, despite trying to suppress it, pheromones that he couldn’t fully contain were leaking out. Sanho instinctively took a step back, frowning at the overwhelming pheromones.

“Lute… Are you sure?”

But there was no need to ask. Once the pheromones began to burst forth, they swelled even more. The sensitive body of the omega could not possibly miss it. Sanho bit his lip, staring intently at Siwoo, and slowly moved his body forward. As he approached Siwoo, Sanho spoke softly.

“Senior.”

“You told me to leave, didn’t you?”

“I want to hold you.”

“…Hah.”

Finally, he reached Siwoo, who was leaning against the wall. Sanho looked up at Siwoo’s eyes, which wore a strange expression that seemed to be both smiling and crying. Please hold me. It’s okay. Siwoo, with a large hand covering one side of his face, looked like a wounded beast. A wounded beast tends to be more alert and bristled. Siwoo’s current appearance was strikingly similar. There’s nothing to worry about. Just hold me. Sanho reached out, soothing the wounded beast.

His outstretched hand moved gently. Siwoo’s light-colored hair wrapped softly around Sanho’s fingers. Rough breaths reached Sanho’s wrist without any filter. The more Sanho gently stroked Siwoo’s hair, the rougher Siwoo’s breathing became.

“Ugh.”

Siwoo roughly grabbed Sanho’s hand that was softly stroking his hair with the hand that had been covering his face. The hand caught in the large grip soon began to flush red. Siwoo pulled that hand, trapping Sanho in his embrace. Sanho’s waist was wrapped in Siwoo’s solid arms. As their lower bodies pressed together, the omega reacted sensitively. Trembling at the waist, Sanho looked up at Siwoo.

“Sen…pai.”

“…Bring the suppressants.”

“I’m fine…”

“No, bring the suppressants.”

“Senior.”

Siwoo slowly lowered the hand that was not gripping Sanho’s waist and pushed it inside Sanho’s shirt. Siwoo’s large hand rested on Sanho’s flat stomach. It felt both gentle and incredibly rough. Siwoo furrowed his brow as he stroked Sanho’s flat belly below the navel with his large hand. Like a beast cornering its mate, Siwoo bit down on Sanho’s earlobe.

“Hah…!”

“If you don’t have the suppressants, you’ll get hurt.”

“Ugh… I’m fine, really.”

The hand that had been wandering over his belly moved even more boldly. As Siwoo licked the earlobe he had bitten, he whispered.

“If you don’t want your womb to be ruined, hurry.”

“…Hah… Ugh!”

The hand that had been gripping his waist slowly moved up and down along the muscles. Once the real rut began, the omega in contact would surely melt away. Even now, Sanho’s reason was quickly evaporating.

“I’m fine… even if it’s ruined.”

Sanho whispered, breathing heavily. Siwoo bit down on Sanho’s earlobe again, this time a little softer, almost teasingly. But the heavy hand resting on his belly pressed down firmly. It felt as if he might crush the quivering womb with his hand.

“Didn’t you want to carry my child here?”

Senior’s child… mine and Senior’s…

Sanho struggled to open his eyes. Siwoo was looking down at Sanho with narrowed eyes, breathing heavily. Sanho also understood. Although their bodies were close, the lack of any other actions besides caressing was because Siwoo was desperately holding back his desires.

“Bring it now. The suppressants.”

Siwoo’s hand, which had been gripping Sanho’s waist, suddenly loosened. The effort to push Sanho away felt heavy. Sanho hesitated and took a step back. As he turned his body while looking at Siwoo, he finally reached the bedroom door. The moment his body slipped out of the bedroom, Siwoo hurriedly stepped forward.

Bang.

“Senior!”

The bedroom door slammed shut violently. Sanho’s face turned pale as he stared blankly at the door that slammed shut in front of him. As Siwoo fumbled to lock the doorknob, Sanho began to pound on the closed door.

“Senior! What are you doing?!!!”

Grinding his teeth, Siwoo leaned his forehead against the door. Rough breaths poured out uncontrollably. The pheromones that he had barely managed to suppress during the brief time he had been pressed against Sanho exploded forth.

“What are you trying to do!!!”

If he were to open this door right now, fulfilling his desires, that kid would…

“…Stay, still.”

The pounding on the door was frantic. Siwoo exhaled sharply and turned his body. He leaned against the door and slid down to the floor.

“Senior!!!”

“I can’t wait for the suppressants.”

The pounding on the door slowed. Sanho also grasped Siwoo’s intentions.

Even if he took the suppressants, the effects wouldn’t be immediate. Even if the drug was absorbed quickly, it would take about 30 minutes, and Siwoo had no confidence in enduring that time.

“Open the door. Right now.”

Gritting his teeth, Siwoo closed his eyes.

“Damn it, Senior! Open the door!!!”

“Sanho, hey.”

“Senior.”

“Please… stay away.”

So that I can hold on a little longer. Chewing on his last words, Siwoo wrapped his hands around his head.

“Please open the door.”

“I’m going to end up touching you…”

Bang, the door shook violently again. What does it matter! Just use me, that’s all you have to do! A voice mixed with tears could be heard. Biting down hard, Siwoo shook his head roughly. No, I’ll… I’ll hurt you. The excited me, the me who has lost my reason, will stab and tear apart your insides. I won’t be able to stop. I will devour you.

Siwoo knew well how an out-of-control alpha could push an omega to the brink. Moreover, the unfulfilled desires since being trapped were far more violent than usual. Right now, he was nothing more than a rutting beast.

I won’t hold you like this. I will…

Embracing his pounding head, Siwoo bit his lip. It wasn’t yet the time for the rut cycle to come. But the lie Siwoo had told was not entirely false. Continuous exposure to an omega’s pheromones could temporarily shorten the cycle. Moreover, the rut brought on by the influence of exposed pheromones excited the alpha even more than a regular rut. He was in a very dangerous state. Perhaps the only consolation was that the duration would be short.

A typical rut lasted about 2 to 3 days, but in this case, it would last just over a day. Of course, the desires and pain would grow in proportion to time.

“Senior, please…”

The heat cycle of an omega and the rut cycle of an alpha were fundamentally different structures. But the pain felt by the subject was comparable. Sanho knew how painful it was to endure the cycle without suppressants, unable to relieve his desires.

Siwoo’s pheromones exploded outward. The brilliance of the wildly raging pheromones was vividly felt. His fingertips trembled, and every cell in his body felt like it was screaming. In academia studying traits, this phenomenon was sometimes referred to as “rampage.” For Siwoo, who had always taken suppressants and periodically experienced ruts, this vivid desire felt like a form of violence.

“Ugh.”

His member stood erect, touching his lower abdomen. Still biting his lip, Siwoo gripped his own member. The glans, soaked in fluid, was already glistening. The veins bulged on his member, resembling a weapon. Roughly stroking himself, Siwoo furrowed his brow without mercy.

“…Ugh.”

He sensed Sanho’s presence beyond the door. He no longer pounded on the door, but like Siwoo, he was leaning against it. Of course, with the door firmly closed, there was no way to confirm. But he knew instinctively. And he was certain. Even though the thick door separated them, the fact that Sanho was nearby only heightened Siwoo’s excitement.

Imagining that the hand gripping his member was not his but Sanho’s, he began to stroke himself. This was the second time he had imagined it while thinking of Sanho. The long hand wrapping around his member and sensually stroking it. The thought of that hand being drenched in his fluids devoured Siwoo’s reason in an instant. Perhaps he could open Sanho’s lips like a cave and bury himself inside. Sanho would extend his tongue to lick the shaft while his lips would tightly grip the glans. The thought of rubbing the glans against the warm, moist mucosa, and the small head moving back and forth as it sucked, was overwhelming. If he couldn’t hold back and thrust in, the tight throat would surely grip him tightly. Then Sanho would look up at him with slightly furrowed brows.

“Ugh.”

His eyelids would be red and swollen, and he might even shed tears. Looking at Sanho, whose eyes were damp, he would ruffle Sanho’s dark hair. His member would bulge in Sanho’s cheeks, and his own release would pour over Sanho’s face. The image of Sanho, gasping for breath with his red lips and long eyelashes glistening with his seed, was vivid. Senior, more. Please dirty me more. With a vulgar request, yet with an innocent face that seemed to know nothing.

Siwoo closed his eyes, biting his lip, and tilted his head back, banging it against the door.

Imagining someone while pouring out his desires brought an immense sense of betrayal. The fact that the person was Sanho only ignited his arousal further.

If I violate you like this, even in my imagination, how am I any different from those bastards?

However, the desires of a rutting alpha were far from rational. In his imagination, Sanho’s body, sprawled out with a disheveled face, trembled. His solid chest pressed against Sanho’s back, and his large hand mercilessly twisted Sanho’s erect nipple. If he pressed down with his nails, a high-pitched moan would escape. As Sanho tilted his head back and opened his mouth, he could suck the saliva flowing down his lips. Or he could insert his fingers into the disheveled mouth, teasing it. Just like a lovely mouth that was slightly ajar.

He wanted to thrust his member deep into Sanho’s most secret place. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh would be loud, and he imagined Sanho’s reddened backside colliding violently with his groin. What kind of face would Sanho make when he cried? If he forced his member into the gaping hole, and it scraped against the inner walls as it pulled out, then thrusting back in hard, how would that kid react? Would he shake his hips like a cheap whore, or would he cling to him pitifully?

“Ugh.”

With a short moan, Siwoo’s seed erupted from his member. A large amount of semen gushed out, soaking the floor. Exhaling deeply, Siwoo opened his eyes. The mass of desire he had expelled was horrifying. But the rut was just beginning.

The first time he experienced a rut was in high school. His body felt strangely hot, and his breath quickened. Controlling the pheromones was not easy. No matter how hard he tried to contain it, it was futile. Is this what a rut feels like? While Siwoo was gasping for breath, a user who sensed Siwoo’s pheromones approached. An omega hired by his parents, who had long expected Siwoo to manifest as an alpha. She was about eight years older than Siwoo, but her face looked very youthful. She had handed him water and pheromone suppressants, saying that if it became too hard to endure until the suppressants took effect, he could hold her.