The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 40: Just fucking impale me, why don’t you?

Chapter 40: Just fucking impale me, why don’t you?

Yoon Seoyul picked up one of the boxes scattered across the bed, plucked out a condom packet, and tore it open. With a calm, almost detached expression, he slipped it onto the already stiff shaft.

"Release them already! My heat won’t go away if you don’t... How are you planning to—"

Mid-screaming and kicking, his breath hitched, he smelled the additional hint of flavor. Vanilla? Cheon Areum’s lashes fluttered as the intoxicating scent wrapped around him like a haze. Yoon Seoyul’s eyes narrowed down on him as he deliberately released his pheromones into the air. There was no mistaking it. The warm, cloying scent of vanilla clung to him—undeniably his.

"No wonder you’ve been hiding them... Haah..."

Drunk on his pheromones, Cheon Areum locked his feet around Yoon Seoyul even more tightly. Positioning himself between his legs, Yoon Seoyul bent down over Cheon Areum’s body, planting kisses along his jaw and nape, agitating him further.

"Try to stay relaxed... I’m going to put it in now."

"Hmm..."

Cheon Areum felt the thing, exactly as hot as him, probe around the soft-to-touch ring as it forced its way inside him bit by bit. The pressure grew, slow but insistent, as the thick heat of Yoon Seoyul’s body pushed inward, testing his limits. His hands instinctively clutched at Yoon Seoyul’s arms, fingernails digging into skin as his back arched beneath the strain.

"Wait!..."

He urged, every nerve in his body lit up like wildfire. It was impossible to steady his breath, not when every inch that entered him sent him spiraling deeper into sensation. Even with only half of him inside, his body betrayed him—shivering, twitching, unable to hold back the rush that overtook him again and again.

Pursing his lips, he weakly held onto Yoon Seoyul, his heart beating at 190 beats per minute. He squirmed around with only half the length in him, he came not once, not twice, but three times, all by himself. His legs trembled as he looked up. Yoon Seoyul hovered above, chest rising and falling, his gaze burning with restraint. Despite the heat between them, he hadn’t moved. His arms shook with visible veins from holding back, jaw clenched, the tension in his body palpable. Cheon Areum locked eyes with him as beads of sweat dropped onto his body.

"Yoon Seo—..."

His voice cracked as he tried to speak.

"Move... It’s okay..."

The moment he whispered those words, Yoon Seoyul’s fingers threaded through Cheon Areum’s hair, holding him close as he slowly began to pull back. The motion slowly scraped along hypersensitive walls that clung tightly around him, drawing every nerve to attention. A low breath escaped Cheon Areum’s lips, his entire body responding to the friction, to the insufferable pleasure of every inch retreating with acute care.

"Ngh!..."

The pace was torturous. Yoon Seoyul moved painstakingly slowly, as if afraid to break him—but that gentleness only deepened the ache. Every slow drag, every measured thrust sent sparks of frustration rippling through Cheon Areum’s trembling body. It was too gentle, too restrained. His need burned hotter than the cautious rhythm could satisfy, making the sweet agony stretch unbearably thin.

"More... Faster..."

"You’re too tight... It’ll hurt if I move any faster."

Yoon Seoyul kissed the side of his face as if to cajole him.

"Please... Mmm..."

"Faster..."

Cheon Areum counterattacked with a flurry of plush, desperate kisses, lips shaking, almost begging. The soft, whimpering pecks broke through Yoon Seoyul’s restraint like cracks through ice. He stopped completely, pulling back to kneel upright. His hands tightened around Areum’s hips, thumbs digging into the flushed skin.

"Don’t regret this later," he warned, voice hoarse and heavy.

Without waiting, the heat surged forward—Yoon Seoyul drove in with brutal finality. The thick length that had only teased now slammed in to the hilt with punishing force, drawing a strangled, inaudible gasp from Cheon Areum’s parted lips. His back arched violently, toes curling, as the impact reached up to his very core. White lights burst behind his eyes like exploding stars.

"Ah—ack..."

The unconfirmed promise of just the tip—of only going halfway—was shattered the moment it began. Yoon Seoyul, as if possessed by a lecherous spirit that had finally claimed full control of his body, thrust into him with reckless abandon. His movements blurred—inhumanly fast, relentless, almost feral—like a dam of restricting emotions had ruptured, spilling every ounce of held-back desire.

"N-Nnh!...Ahh!!"

From that point on, time became meaningless. Cheon Areum lost count of how many times his body convulsed, how many times he had come, how many times he was filled and undone. The pleasure overwhelmed everything—senses, thoughts, even breath. His sobs spilled out without permission, trembling and raw, a mixture of overstimulation and surrender. His hands clung tightly, his vision blurred, the only thing grounding him was the endless sequence and the torrid tepidity within.

"Hic—"

"Hurts?"

Listening to his mellow, broken sniveling, Yoon Seoyul paused just for a moment—only a split second—as if trying to gauge how much more he could push him. His breath ghosted over Cheon Areum’s heaving chest before his lips closed around one of the sensitive buds. He nibbled gently, almost teasingly, coaxing another shudder from the body beneath him. The underline of Yoon Seoyul’s eyes flushed fully pink.

"Yoon Seoyul, you have a kind soul... Don’t let lust overtake you... Ehn..."

"..."

"No... Just don’t release any... No more pheromones!"

The culprit behind him becoming overly sensitive had to be the vanilla scent—subtle at first, lingering faintly like the trace of perfume on a lover’s skin. Before that, he had been holding up just fine, his body responding within limits. But the sweetness had changed. The once-light vanilla had deepened into something more aphotic, syrupier—a rousing musk that clung to him like smoke in the air. It wrapped around his senses, seductive and primal, dragging him into a spiral of heat and need that made it impossible to think straight, let alone resist.

"A few more hours."

Hours? A few more?

"What are you—"

That marked the end of the only respite he’d gotten all night. From then on, Yoon Seoyul moved with unceasing imprudence, pounding into him. The night dragged on in a blur of aching pleasure and exhaustion, and Cheon Areum—unable to stop himself—wailed through it all, tears spilling freely as his body trembled under the onslaught.

*

All the now-mortifying things he’d said came crashing back the moment he woke up in a different bedroom. The memories flooded his mind in waves—each one more embarrassing than the last—making him want to bury his burning face in the sheets and never come out. If only Yoon Seoyul hadn’t been standing by the bed on his side like a lost soul, he would’ve gone back to sleep.

"What time?"

An unrecognizable voice came out of his own throat. Having drained all bodily fluids, he could barely manage to talk with a scratchy tone. Yoon Seoyul helped him sit up on the bed and handed him a glass of water, which he greedily took before answering his question.

"It’s 11... in the morning."

*CRASH*

The glass slipped from his hand before he could even take a sip.

"I already dropped Rian at the daycare."

"Oh..."

Yoon Seoyul handed him another glass of water, which he quietly took.

"Also... Rian called you, but I didn’t know who ’My baby’ was, so I picked it up."

And dropped again as he heard Yoon Seoyul’s sudden confession.

"He didn’t hear anything indecent. He only asked me where you were, and I told him you were resting."

Yoon Seoyul further explained, handing him a new glass of water, which he carefully handled with shaky hands.

"....."

"You’re on the second-floor bedroom right now. I washed the sheets, but the mattress is completely soaked through since you kept coming..."

The glass slipped through his fingers as the words he had dazedly spoken in a reverie crossed his ears again. He surely didn’t remember that, did he?

As if he had anticipated it, Yoon Seoyul handed him the last glass of water. He was really thirsty, so he gladly took it.

"You don’t have to worry about that. You kept asking me to impregnate you, but I only did it until I ran out of condoms."

*CRACK*

"You’re doing this on purpose, right?"

"..."

Cheon Areum glared at him solemnly, having lost the last glass of water. Yoon Seoyul calmly stared at the floor, cluttered with glass shards and mixed with water.

"I can’t tell if you drank any water..."

"Get me another one."

Yoon Seoyul nodded slightly, leaving to get more. Cheon Areum flung aside the blanket covering him, and as expected, he was still naked. His body, littered with small red dots and the handprints on his hips and legs, were visibly staring back at him. But if he had to rate the experience, it was a solid 8.5 out of 10. His body had cooled down, and ignoring the feeling of still being stuffed, he felt relaxed and overall good.

But would he ever do it again? Not a chance.

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