The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 39: Just do it already!

Chapter 39: Just do it already!

Cutting the call before Yoon Seoyul could even begin to speak, he got up and wrote a sticky note for Rian to call him if he wakes up that he’ll be out. After much consideration, he had decided to buy a flip phone for Rian that could only be used to call him. He remembered his parents had bought a phone for him only after middle school. The other reason he didn’t want to buy a phone for Rian was because he didn’t want him to go on the internet and see any bad news about his brother. In his eyes, at least, he wanted to remain a good person.

The moment he stepped outside, he received another message from Yoon Seoyul: his address. But he didn’t really need it, he already knew where Yoon Seoyul lived, though it was better to confirm after seeing the same address in the maps app. It was a silent neighborhood where only the truly rich people lived. The place where the female lead would move to was also right next to Yoon Seoyul’s house. Cheon Areum had just rung the bell when the gate opened, as if Yoon Seoyul was waiting for him at the intercom.

He walked toward the front door, which was also open. He changed into slippers and immediately threw the patch clinging to him on the floor. Besides Kim Ryung, who was still in the hospital, there wasn’t anyone who would visit his house this late anyway. The clear patch did its job well, it contained all his pheromones from escaping, but he was still the one to suffer from the heat. He would even exchange the patch for a bite mark, but he doubted Yoon Seoyul would do that for him.

"Weren’t you coming here to sleep?"

"You believed that?"

He closed the distance between them and pulled Yoon Seoyul down by the collar of his shirt, kissing him. Responding to him, Yoon Seoyul grabbed his waist and cornered him. Cheon Areum’s back hit the wall behind him as he tilted his head, needily sucking on Yoon Seoyul’s tongue. A cold hand rubbed his nape, making him whimper incessantly. Yoon Seoyul picked him up from the floor. The slippers he had just worn fell as he obediently wrapped his legs around him. Cheon Areum held Yoon Seoyul’s face with both hands, blindly pressing kisses on his face while he walked to the bedroom on the first floor.

Laying him down on the bed, Yoon Seoyul climbed on top of him, taking his shirt off. Instead of unbuttoning the shirt one by one, he tugged the collar forcibly, unbuttoning a few of the top buttons, and took it off his body, followed by his belt.

"Hurry up... I’m dying over here..."

Cheon Areum opened his arms, urging Yoon Seoyul to come back to him impatiently. That’s when he saw the gigantic and hideous thing that would enter his body tonight. He frowned faintly, not wanting to appear disgusted by the sight of it.

So, the bottoms really weren’t exaggerating when they cried over how big it was...

"Hey... is that real?"

Yoon Seoyul pulled the sweatshirt over his upper body as he spoke.

"Don’t worry. I’ll only put in half of it."

"....."

Well, it was better than a shrimpish one that wouldn’t even be felt. Yoon Seoyul, now naked, lay on top of him, kissing his chest as his hand trailed down Cheon Areum’s back. He enclasped Yoon Seoyul’s head, breathing unevenly. One hand clenched his waist as the other slid past that to his lower bottom, pausing upon touching the area.

"... Why is it so wet?"

"???"

Yoon Seoyul asked, lifting his head from Cheon Areum’s chest. He stared at him, confused. Omegas are supposed to get wet, though. Even Cheon Areum knew that much, despite not being an omega all his life (he had read too many books on alphas doing a lot of unspeakable, explicit things to omegas).

"Is this your first time?"

"Hmm."

"Oh... really?"

Yoon Seoyul nodded slightly, sucking on Cheon Areum’s chest. It was his first time too, to be honest. He hadn’t been able to do anything requiring too much movement in his past life anyway, and the thought never even crossed his mind after transmigrating into Cheon Areum’s body. But he felt like he had some kind of experience from reading so much about it. In Yoon Seoyul’s case, however, he thought Yoon Seoyul must’ve done it before, at least once. He might’ve been the main character of a smut-less book, but that didn’t mean he needed to stay away from sex altogether.

"It’s not the same for you...?"

"It’s my first time too."

"I know you’re in heat, but are you suppose to be this wet?"

Yoon Seoyul took out his hand, bringing it up to show him. It was dripping, as if he had just dumped his hand in clear slime. No wonder he felt so uncomfortable, thinking it was just his imagination.

"The more, the merrier, right?"

Cheon Areum said as he suddenly flipped their positions, pushing Yoon Seoyul down onto the mattress in one swift, fluid motion. The bedsheets crumpled beneath their weight as he straddled Yoon Seoyul’s waist, settling on top of the sculpted muscles that tensed beneath him. He removed the last of his clothes. Before coming here, he had read in a forum that making the alpha come once before doing it makes it easier for the omega. The problem was he didn’t want to ask Yoon Seoyul to do it himself, and he also couldn’t do it while making eye contact with that thing.

In this position, though, he couldn’t see it, but he could still reach it with his hands. He steadied himself with one hand on Yoon Seoyul’s stomach as the other hand moved behind him to grab the rigid length, stroking it speedily. Yoon Seoyul didn’t question him and just placed his hands on Cheon Areum’s thighs, breathing with his mouth agape.

A light pink blush spread under Yoon Seoyul’s eyes as he came into Cheon Areum’s hand. It didn’t take too long for him to do so, but Cheon Areum’s arm was tired by the time he did come. More than that, he wanted to hurry up and do it already!

Without wasting another second, his hand moved to his own lower half. He probed the hole with two of his fingers, which easily entered him. He collapsed on Yoon Seoyul while his fingers moved in and out. But did he really need to loosen himself? Producing this much slick should be enough.

"What are you doing?"

Before he could remove the fingers, his hand was snatched by Yoon Seoyul, who sat up and asked him like he couldn’t finger himself to loosen up a bit. He held the arm in the air, looking at Cheon Areum’s hand.

"Why...?"

"You can’t just... didn’t you use the same hand to make me cum?"

"So what?"

Processing what Yoon Seoyul meant, Cheon Areum’s mind was enlightened a second later. His eyes widened instantly, realizing.

"I can become pregnant with this much too?!"

"In heat, it is possible..."

"..."

Cheon Areum froze completely with a terrified expression on his face. He looked at Yoon Seoyul with a blank mind. With a deep sigh, Yoon Seoyul brushed his damp hair back, taking out a few tissues from the box on the bedside table as he wiped the mess behind him with the tissues, which were thoroughly soaked. The tissues were discarded aside, forgotten. Instead, he gripped Cheon Areum by the hips, pulling him closer. His head dipped lower, lips brushing over the wet hole. Then his tongue traced over the same spot, moving deeper inside.

"Yoon Seoyul??"

"What? You have a better idea?"

He didn’t, so he quietly shut his mouth and bore it. Yoon Seoyul’s tongue moved deeper, unrelenting in its pace—licking him clean from the inside out with slow, meticulous care.

"Mmm..."

Cheon Areum covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Weird noises escaped his throat as he heard an even stranger sound.

*GULP*

His head shot back at Yoon Seoyul, shouting.

"What are you drinking?!... Have you lost your mind??"

Yoon Seoyul lifted his face and wiped his mouth with his thumb, unperturbed.

"There was too much."

"Ha... Forget it."

He dropped on the bed, all his energy drained, and they hadn’t even done anything. Yoon Seoyul cleared Cheon Areum’s face, picking up the hair sticking to his cheeks. Cheon Areum trapped Yoon Seoyul with his legs, almost grinding against him.

"Yoon Seoyul..."

He dazedly stared at him. All he could think of was how badly he wanted it. He hadn’t even come yet after all this effort.

"Why are you not releasing your pheromones?"

"We won’t be able to go all the way... I don’t have any condoms."

"I knew you’d say that..."

Cheon Areum opened his inventory with a flick of his wrist and, without warning, began hurling boxes of all shapes and sizes at Yoon Seoyul’s bare body. Each one landed with a soft thud or a dramatic crash, depending on its weight—none of which seemed to faze Yoon Seoyul.

"That’s why I got them beforehand in every size."