The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 38: Release your pheromones

Chapter 38: Release your pheromones

"And the alpha being you?"

"Do you have another one in mind?"

That was true. The only one he could trust with such a thing would be him. Any other Alpha wouldn’t do it, but it irked him how Yoon Seoyul was so sure about Cheon Areum not having any other options almost not wanting to admit it. The whole conversation leading up to this question was pointless.

"You’re not my type, Yoon Seoyul. Why do you even care about my reason?"

Having said so, Cheon Areum got up from the couch despite his hand still being held captive. Yoon Seoyul’s eyes narrowed on him as if he was lost in thought.

"Who’s your type, then?"

"Shin Jia... someone like her. Someone with a kind heart."

The only other person he could readily think of was Shin Jia, who still had yet to show him any dark emotions—only white light surrounding her. Someone even Rian would approve of.

"She’s an omega. She won’t be able to help with your heat."

Yoon Seoyul’s voice sliced through, firm and undeniable, as he tugged Cheon Areum back onto the couch with a rough pull. His fingers gripped Cheon Areum’s jaw, unyielding.

"You can use your abilities on me. I’m giving you permission."

His face drew closer as his lips pressed against Cheon Areum’s with fierce intent. Cheon Areum froze, his body locked in shock, the sudden kiss stealing any chance of avoidance. Yoon Seoyul’s tongue flicked out, tracing Cheon Areum’s lower lip with a slow, teasing lick. He bowed his head again, deepening the kiss, his force increasing from gentle to heavy. His warm lips continued to press against Cheon Areum’s mouth, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, brushing against Yoon Seoyul’s face.

Their breaths began to mix and weave together. The heat within his body began to stir, a trace of his pheromones rising with his body temperature and beginning to leak out, making the kiss even more titillating.

"Haa...."

Cheon Areum wrenched his head away, breaking the contact, but Yoon Seoyul’s hand snapped up, jerking his face back instantly. Those relentless lips pressed on, grinding Cheon Areum’s until they burned red and raw. Then Yoon Seoyul’s tongue ventured further, the tip slipping into Cheon Areum’s numb mouth. Jolted by the bold intrusion, Cheon Areum bit down on the warm, writhing tongue but It didn’t falter, pushing deeper, ignoring the sharp bite.

"Mmn...."

Yoon Seoyul’s hands slid to Cheon Areum’s waist and curled behind his head, fingers tangling in his hair as Cheon Areum sank back onto the couch’s soft cushions. A rush of heat flooded Cheon Areum, unlike anything he’d felt before. He’d kissed and been kissed countless times, but those were dull, forgettable moments—nothing like this. His body trembled with each twisting, slick touch of their tongues, his heart stuttering in his chest. Yoon Seoyul’s tongue explored relentlessly, gliding over Cheon Areum’s palate and along the ridges of his teeth, claiming every corner of his mouth with bold, unhurried strokes. Cheon Areum could push him away—he had the strength—but the thought dissolved in the haze of pleasure.

His legs wrapped around Yoon Seoyul’s waist, instinctive, while his fists, clenched tight, pressed against Yoon Seoyul’s chest. His wet eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the warmth spreading through his body. That’s when Yoon Seoyul’s hand, resting behind Cheon Areum’s head, slipped lower to his nape, fingers grazing the edge of the clear sticker. With a slow, deliberate pull, he peeled it away, uncovering the sensitive skin beneath.

"Wait... Don’t..."

Cheon Areum gasped, his words fracturing into the kiss as the patch came off cleanly, exposing his nape completely. The scorching burn underneath was hit with the cold air, making him shudder, yet Yoon Seoyul’s warm lips, now brushing the newly bare flesh, felt soothingly cool against the tender skin.

Cheon Areum sighed in quiet relief as Yoon Seoyul’s hands gripped his waist, lifting him slightly on the couch. Soft kisses trailed his neck, Yoon Seoyul’s breath hot, nuzzling under his chin. With his left arm in a cast, Cheon Areum slung it over Yoon Seoyul’s head, the solid weight drawing him closer, pinning them together. With that motion, their balance tipped, and they tumbled back onto the couch again—this time with Cheon Areum landing safely atop Yoon Seoyul’s chest.

"Pheromones... release your pheromones."

Lost in his own world, he caressed Yoon Seoyul’s hair from the side, pleading with him to release his pheromones. Only when a voice belonging to neither one of them came from nearby did he focus on his surroundings, breaking from his daze.

"Master....."

Joon looked straight ahead, calling out hesitantly. Cheon Areum sat up on Yoon Seoyul’s abdomen, licking his lips,as he stirred beneath him, clearly not wanting to part from him, his hands tightening on Cheon Areum’s thighs. Cheon Areum without looking down, placed a secure hand on Yoon Seoyul’s chest to hold him in place. He finally turned his head toward Joon with a half-lidded gaze, voice sweet but sharp.

"You heard everything and still decided to come and see?"

"..."

Noticing his strange agitation, Cheon Areum’s eyes drifted downward. A moment later, Joon hastily grabbed a nearby file and covered his lower body with it, his ears turning red. Cheon Areum clicked his tongue irritably. His pheromones must’ve spread all over the 10th floor of the building by now. Yoon Seoyul perfunctorily shot up, making him tumble back. His vision hadn’t even settled yet when a black coat was flung over his head, landing squarely on him, draping his body in darkness and shielding him.

"What’s the matter? Is it important?"

Yoon Seoyul spoke, holding the coat over him resolutely.

"Kim Ryung has awoken, master."

Joon responded in a professional tone. Cheon Areum peeked from under the coat, surprised. It took only a day to wake up from a coma. He wanted to ask if he could visit him but chose to stay quiet in the end.

"I see. You can clock out early today."

Joon bowed before leaving the office. Cheon Areum finally flung away the coat. If Joon hadn’t interrupted them, he might have gone all the way with Yoon Seoyul. That was dangerous...

"Sorry, I’ll have to go for now. Do you have another patch?"

"Hmm."

Cheon Areum hummed awkwardly. Yoon Seoyul casually wiped his nape with a tissue and applied another patch that he handed him from his inventory.

"Stay here until you’ve calmed down and head straight home. Okay?"

"Okay."

Cheon Areum nodded absentmindedly as Yoon Seoyul pecked the side of his face.

*

"Hyung, are you listening?"

"I’m telling you, Beomhan is not an alpha, but he doesn’t listen to me!"

Rian had been going on and on excitedly about his friends since he picked him up from daycare, but none of it really registered in his head.

What was that?

"No, he might really be an alpha..."

"No, he’s not!"

Rian protested against it like his life depended on it as he listed out the names of everyone at the daycare in his diary.

"Yeah."

The memories of this morning haunted his very being. Every time he closed his eyes, Yoon Seoyul’s face appeared in front of him. He had underestimated his heat—it really was the same as he had read. There was no other explanation. He was never one to indulge in pleasure. Was this body just really sensitive?

"Hyung?"

"Huh?"

Zoning back in, he stared at Rian disorientedly. Rian pouted, swinging his body side to side as he observed him carefully with a hand under his chin.

"Did something happen?"

"Like what?"

"Nothing."

Rian continued writing while standing on the dining table chair. That position didn’t look comfortable at all, though. Cheon Areum lay on the couch as he checked his phone again. He had messaged Yoon Seoyul to ask how Kim Ryung was doing, but it seemed like he hadn’t seen the message.

Worn out from not sleeping much last night, he went to bed early with Rian. He stayed asleep for a few hours due to exhaustion, but then he woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat. He crawled out, dying from thirst, downing bottles of cold water that did nothing at all. He stared at his phone before unlocking it as he calmly fell to the floor. There was a message from Yoon Seoyul. Without checking to see the message, he called him.

"Areum?"

The call promptly connected.

"How’s Kim Ryung doing?"

Gulping dryly, he spoke.

"He’s the same as ever. He said he wanted to apologize, but I told him to rest for a few more days before coming to the office."

"Are you free now?"

Cheon Areum scratched his nape, wanting to rip off the patch. He couldn’t take it anymore. He’d take in anything down there to be free of this torture. If Yoon Seoyul was offering his body, he’d take it, damn it!

"You can’t sleep without me, right?"

"Send me your address. I’ll come to you."

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