The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 64: No more excuses

Chapter 64: No more excuses

Lee Nari blabbered on and on. This part of her was what confused the other person—whether she was actually innocent enough to reveal everything he hadn’t even asked for, or if she was doing this purposefully.

"What’s your class type now?"

"Cheon Areum?"

"This has been a wonderful conversation, but I wish to see my bed now."

Abruptly putting an end to the conversation once again, Cheon Areum urged her with his eyes to leave, showing her the same kind of sweet smile that reached the eyes. Lee Nari, still reluctant to part, stared at him and the gate for a while before finally giving up.

"I also hope to see you again soon..."

Solemnly speaking, Lee Nari made her way to the neighboring house and out the gate. Only after confirming she had fully left did Cheon Areum slide open the glass door leading to the covered patio—where two innocent faces peeked up at him, wide-eyed and curious, wearing matching expressions that made it hard to tell if they were really eavesdropping or just sitting close to the door for no reason.

Cheon Rian was the first to get up from the floor as he spoke with his hands on his hips.

"Hyung, I wanted to make sure that noona was a good person, so I had no choice."

He nodded with his eyes closed as if to assure himself, before pointing a finger at Yoon Seoyul with sharp, narrowed eyes—who had been sitting next to him as his partner in crime.

"But this person!"

"He’s doing this as a spy! Now tell us—who hired you to spy on Hyung, Secret Agent..."

He repeated the word "Secret Agent" multiple times.

"What’s your agent name? Yoon Seoyul is not your real name, right?"

"....."

Yoon Seoyul, an only child who lost all family members due to a devastating gate accident, had absolutely no clue Rian was playing a game with him. He turned completely serious, and with all the seriousness of the world, heavy words came out of his mouth.

"I’m not a spy."

"All right, the play is over."

Cheon Areum walked closer and reached for Rian’s backpack that he had been wearing all this time while running around. He slid the straps off Rian’s shoulders and tossed the bag onto the couch with a soft thud. Then, gently taking Rian’s small hand into his own, he turned toward the tall figure sitting silently on the floor beside the door as he spoke.

"Get up and move all the boxes to the upper bedroom."

Without wasting another second, Yoon Seoyul obediently stood up, making his way outside.

"Should I give you a tour of the house, Rian?"

*

He had been lying on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, but the whirlwind of thoughts refused to let him rest. Cheon Areum turned onto his side, then onto his stomach, before kicking off the blanket tangled around his legs in frustration. The room was dark and quiet, save for the soft breathing of Rian, who lay sprawled out beside him on the mattress—deep in sleep. The child had clung to him drowsily after dinner, all his endless energy draining away the moment his stomach was full. Now, his small limbs were splayed in all directions, peaceful and unaware of the sleepless figure beside him.

Should I just go downstairs?

While they were tucked away in the upstairs bedroom, Yoon Seoyul had silently disappeared downstairs to the bedroom on the ground floor. Cheon Areum couldn’t understand why—especially when Yoon Seoyul was the one who struggled to fall asleep alone. He hadn’t even asked if they could share a room, just left without a word.

Cheon Areum lay there, restless and a little annoyed, staring at the ceiling. Just as he was about to sit up, the door of the bedroom opened. Light from the hallway spilled into the dark room, casting soft shadows across the floor. He quickly shut his eyes, feigning sleep. The approaching footsteps were light, careful. The person came to a stop beside the bed, lingering for a moment in silence. Then he felt warm arms slide beneath him—lifting him daintily from the bed.

Recognizing the familiar warmth and the way those strong arms held him, he instantly nestled closer, burying his face into Yoon Seoyul’s chest. His breath brushed against the soft fabric of Yoon Seoyul’s shirt, and his fingers curled faintly as if to hold on. With Cheon Areum cradled against him, he turned and quietly stepped out of the bedroom, leaving the door ajar behind them. He descended the staircase slowly, as if afraid to wake him—carrying him with the same care one would handle something precious and fragile.

Opening his eyes to glance up at him, Cheon Areum spoke softly.

"Why did you say that you didn’t have a special skill?"

He was never one to beat around the bush. The thought that weighed heaviest on his mind was Yoon Seoyul’s immediate refusal to admit he had a special skill. As they entered the dimly lit downstairs bedroom, Yoon Seoyul lowered him onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath him as Cheon Areum sank into the sheets. Without giving him an answer, Yoon Seoyul leaned in and began planting soft kisses all over his face—his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. Pausing upon his lips, he gazed into his eyes.

"Because I don’t have a special skill. I already used it."

"You should’ve added the last part when I first asked."

Special skills were unique—one-of-a-kind abilities meant to be used only once in a lifetime. Once activated, they disappeared completely, leaving behind no trace or second chance. If Yoon Seoyul had already used his, then it made sense why he never spoke of it. He truly didn’t have a special skill anymore. And just like Yoon Seoyul, there was another plausibility: why Cheon Areum didn’t have a special skill. He had already used it.

"Areum, you don’t have a special skill either, do you?"

"If you had one, you wouldn’t be asking other S-Class awakeners..."

Yoon Seoyul’s hand glided up the back of his neck, fingers lightly trailing over the sensitive nape as his head dipped down. His lips pressed to Cheon Areum’s neck, a slow lick tracing over the skin before he sealed it with a kiss.

"It could just be that S+ Class awakeners don’t have one."

His eyes, when they met Cheon Areum’s again after he finished speaking, brimmed with a deep dolour.

"But how are you so sure about the special skill? Generally, the awakeners who don’t have a special skill consider it a myth, since no one has really seen an S-Class use it out in the open."

"Because I know what my special skill is."

Cheon Areum replied with an even, composed tone, his gaze unwavering as it settled on Yoon Seoyul’s lips. With a delicate touch, he brought Yoon Seoyul’s head closer toward him, his fingers threading through the strands of his wet hair. Closing his own eyes, he bridged the final space between them. His tongue chased after Yoon Seoyul’s, their breaths mingling between the slow slides and teasing brushes. The silk of his pajama shirt parted easily as Yoon Seoyul deftly undid the three buttons, revealing the soft expanse of skin beneath, the fabric slipping aside like water.

"You want to do it?"

Cheon Areum murmured, his voice steady as he placed a gentle hand on Yoon Seoyul’s forehead, pushing his head back to break the kiss. Yoon Seoyul stared down at him, the simmering neediness in his eyes clearly unsatisfied with the sudden repose.

"We don’t have an excuse this time."

Their first time had been because of Cheon Areum’s heat. The second time, because of Yoon Seoyul’s rut. Cheon Areum had no excuses this time.

"Do we need an excuse?"

Yoon Seoyul, much unlike him, replied without hesitation. A single drop of water traced its way down from his damp hair, slipping over his temple before landing softly on Cheon Areum’s cheek—cool against his flushed skin—as he spoke.

"Lock the bedroom door."

*

Cheon Areum pressed his trembling palm over Yoon Seoyul’s lips, panting heavily.

"No more kisses... I can’t breathe."

Yoon Seoyul’s movements surged with increasing fervor, his fingers sliding in and out of Cheon Areum’s bottom at an accelerating pace, igniting a pulsing rhythm. He pressed a tender kiss to Cheon Areum’s palm, gently lifting it with his free hand, then traced his lips along the inner side of his wrist, leaving a trail of warmth before shifting to lavish kisses across his heaving chest.

As if three fingers weren’t enough, a fourth teased the tender, reddened rim of Cheon Areum’s hole, probing with intent.

"Hangh..."

Cheon Areum’s head tilted backward, a breathless groan escaping as the fourth finger joined the other three, stretching him with a searing blend of pleasure and strain. Yoon Seoyul’s teeth sank into his chest, clamping onto the taut bud and tugging with such fierce precision it felt as if he might tear it free.

"Enough..."

Cheon Areum’s voice quivered timidly as Yoon Seoyul’s fingers curled inside, pressing insistently against his sensitive walls, sending a jolt that made him instinctively clench his knees together. Yoon Seoyul immediately parted them again, jabbing provocatively at the same tender spot, each press sending a spark of overwhelming sensation.

"You are a bit swollen here."

Yoon Seoyul muttered, his fingers probing with deliberate care, rubbing gently around the tender, heated walls inside Cheon Areum, eliciting goosebumps. Cheon Areum gulped dryly.

"Just do it."

"I don’t want your fingers... ngh... down there."

Yoon Seoyul abruptly withdrew all his fingers, leaving a sudden void. Desperate to switch positions, Cheon Areum twisted his upper body, but Yoon Seoyul swiftly pressed his torso back onto the soft bed, pinning him with firm resolve. Lifting Cheon Areum’s legs, he rose to his knees, positioning himself nonchalantly between the parted thighs.