The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 65: Making love...

Chapter 65: Making love...

Gripping the backs of Cheon Areum’s knees with a steady grip, Yoon Seoyul pressed a soft kiss to the timidly contracting, heated hole, then boldly pushed his tongue inside.

"Yoon Seoyul...this isn’t necessary."

Cheon Areum spoke in an almost inaudible voice, and Yoon Seoyul, as if lost in a fervent reverie of his own, had all his senses honed in on devouring the tender, pitiful entrance—which hadn’t had a moment’s respite before another eager intruder began relishing it with relentless zeal once more.

"Haah..."

Surrendering to the consuming carnality, Cheon Areum’s hazy eyes gazed vacantly into space, lost in a fog of desire. The tongue, though not enough to penetrate him fully, teased with just enough fervor to seat him on a throne of unbearable longing, aching for more with every tantalizing stroke.

Yoon Seoyul’s body pressed firmly against Cheon Areum’s upside-down back, the hard length rubbing invigoratingly along his spine. Yoon Seoyul grinded with restless impatience, his lips greedily sucking on the tender flesh. Cheon Areum’s feet wriggled uncontrollably as he came in short, shuddering bursts, the milky white release shooting in sharp spurts across his face. Eyes squeezed shut, his tottering body teetered on the precipice of ecstasy, overwhelmed by the torrid sensation.

"....!!...!"

As soon as Cheon Areum finished cumming, Yoon Seoyul gently laid his vibrating body back onto the bed, easing his throbbing member inside with a willful thrust. He gripped Cheon Areum’s hands, interlocking fingers, and pinned them forcibly on either side of his flushed face. Yoon Seoyul’s weight fell into his hands as he leaned closer, his breath warm, before he began licking the liquid from Cheon Areum’s eyelids, cheeks, and lips with ravenous hunger—savoring each drop and swallowing everything with insatiable greed.

Was this a side effect of the rut? Omegas typically stayed in heat for a week, while Alphas only experienced their rut for a day. But judging by his behavior... it felt like he was still experiencing the effects of a rut. Having just licked his eyelids clean, he opened his eyes and stared directly at Yoon Seoyul’s actively blushing face.

"....Did you use a condom?"

He spoke in a low, hushed tone, yet it reached Yoon Seoyul’s ears, carried by the mere inches of space that separated them.

"Don’t worry, I’ll pull out on time."

"You didn’t use a condom??... Is there a chance I might get pregnant... with this much too?"

"You probably won’t get pregnant if I don’t do it inside, since you’re not in heat."

"Probably?!"

"Hnm."

Without offering a clear answer, Yoon Seoyul paced his hips, thrusting into Cheon Areum with relish, each motion charged with unrestrained passion. Cheon Areum tensely pursed his lips, biting down hard, struggling to stay quiet beneath the lasting battering that shook his core and his entire body.

"Areum... are you going to cry from the pleasure?"

Aware that Cheon Areum couldn’t speak, Yoon Seoyul pressed on with the same brisk pace, his thrusts deftly poking at his insides while carefully avoiding the swollen spot—teasing with calculated restraint. Cheon Areum nodded vigorously to respond, but instead of slowing, Yoon Seoyul broke into a smile—or perhaps a smirk—and drove forward, striking the swollen prostate with precision. After just two or three pinpoint hits, Cheon Areum found himself in tears that streamed down his face, his eyelashes glistening with moisture as the warm droplets traced a path to his ears.

"Areum... It turns me on... so much... when you cry during intercourse."

Licking even the salty tears from his face, Yoon Seoyul spoke again.

"Isn’t that a bad thing?"

Despite drowning in his own tears, Cheon Areum shook his head vehemently to disagree with the statement instantly. Freeing one of Cheon Areum’s hands, Yoon Seoyul leaned back, digging the tip deeper into the tight, constricted space with intensity, while his fingers gently brushed aside a damp portion of his wet hair, his breaths escaping in soft, ragged pants.

Yoon Seoyul’s piercing eyes gazed down at Cheon Areum, then shifted to the flexed abdomen, where a visible mold of his member bulged, plunging deep within. His fingers traced the outline of the mold, grazing lightly under the belly button, lost in an unidentifiable pattern.

"How deep inside your uterus do you think I am?"

Cheon Areum pressed his freed hand over his mouth, no longer able to bite down on his lips to stifle the sensations raging within. Muffled moans slipped through his fingers, escaping in sporadic bursts as his grip faltered, while Yoon Seoyul continued to carelessly mess with his abdomen, his fingers tracing reckless, tantalizing patterns across the pale and reddened skin.

"If I came in your womb right here, you’d definitely get pregnant."

Chills raced down his spine as Cheon Areum heard the words come out of Yoon Seoyul’s lips. The beastly thing already stretching him to his limits felt overwhelming enough—the notion of pushing out an entire baby seemed utterly impossible for him to do. Even if he somehow managed to give birth, the thought of nurturing a fragile newborn baby filled him with dread. He could barely manage to take care of himself and Rian—forget a newborn baby who could die from a wrong cough. Scared out of his wits, Cheon Areum vigorously shook his head at Yoon Seoyul, his eyes wide with desperate refusal.

"Why do you look so scared?... I won’t do it. It was just something that came to my mind..."

Yoon Seoyul pressed tender kisses across Cheon Areum’s chest, seeking to soothe the rising fear building within, while his hand slid upward to gently knead it and the uneven nubs on his chest.

"Areum... your pheromones are so alluring... I don’t want anyone else to smell or even get a single sniff of them."

Yoon Seoyul defused his own pheromones into the surroundings as he inhaled the pheromones coming from his nape. Cheon Areum absorbed the enveloping pheromones, feeling them take root deep within, stirring a primal response as he wondered fleetingly if Yoon Seoyul had always been this talkative.