The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 66: This is also him

Chapter 66: This is also him

Cheon Areum bit down on his lips once more, bracing for Yoon Seoyul to become even faster—fueled by the ’alluring’ pheromones he’d taken in so willingly. But Yoon Seoyul’s technique shifted unexpectedly. Instead of ramming with unabating force against the swollen spot, he began to pull nearly the entire length out, only to plug it back in with profound depth, lingering in that position accidentally on purpose, with a newfound restraint. It felt akin to performing a split with trembling, shivering legs—forced to hold the agonizing pose despite the unbearable strain rippling through his core.

Unable to endure any longer, Cheon Areum tapped out, his trembling hand patting Yoon Seoyul’s back—the same hand that had muffled his cries. He came in a shuddering rush just as Yoon Seoyul chose to pull out again, leaving behind a fleeting black-hole. Yoon Seoyul eased back, yet maintained an unshakable grip on Cheon Areum’s right hand, applying straining pressure, refusing to let go.

"Ah... ha, ah...!!"

Granting him not even a second to catch his breath after ejaculation, Yoon Seoyul surged back into his depths with enraptured thrusts. Cheon Areum hurriedly obscured his lower face again after realizing how loud he’d been, but this time, Yoon Seoyul’s hand clamped over his own—covering his mouth and nose, stifling his gasps in a solid, unyielding hold.

He had been suppressing his voice, careful not to wake Rian who was sleeping upstairs, but this—this was far too much. His lungs burned from the trapped pheromones, his breath catching in his throat. He couldn’t even breathe like this!

"Mhm..."

Anxiously awaiting Yoon Seoyul to pull out, Cheon Areum tried to call out, but his faint, breathless sound barely rippled the air, failing to stir Yoon Seoyul from his laser-focused aggression. Cheon Areum knew he was on the brink of release, but watching Yoon Seoyul hover at the edge, refusing to pull out, made him hold his breath—eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and fear.

Just when Cheon Areum was sure Yoon Seoyul would come, he suddenly pulled out. The heavy hand stifling his breath lifted. Yoon Seoyul stroked his length, releasing in powerful spurts across Cheon Areum’s stomach, where his own cum already pooled. The warm liquids merged in a slick, glistening blend. Cheon Areum’s head spun, his senses overwhelmed as he passed out due to the lack of oxygen.

*

The moment Cheon Areum’s heavy eyelids fluttered open, Yoon Seoyul’s face filled his vision—too close, black eyes wide open and staring at him. Cheon Areum quickly pulled the blanket over his face.

"Areum?"

"..."

"Are you going back to sleep?"

"...."

"If you’re awake, say something."

"..."

"Does it hurt anywhere? Are you in pain?"

This time, Yoon Seoyul’s voice rumbled low and close as his face slipped beneath the blanket, joining him.

"Ugh..."

Yoon Seoyul gazed at him with visible distress, his brows faintly furrowed, as Cheon Areum let out a groan and twisted the pillow over his face in sheer embarrassment. The secondhand shame burned hotter than his own, yet the man responsible for it all remained entirely unfazed.

"It hurts? Where does it hurt? Can you tell me, Areum?"

"It doesn’t hurt anywhere..."

Cheon Areum responded as he set the pillow down, revealing his flushed face. Yoon Seoyul raised a hand and gently caressed his cheek, his thumb brushing just beneath his eye.

"Do you have a fever?"

"No."

"But Yoon Seoyul, do you have multiple personalities? Or are you just good at hiding that side of yours? Or do you only feel that way when you’re having sex?"

"I... don’t know."

"I’m sorry... I don’t know what I was thinking last night."

"Do you want to take a morning-after pill?"

"But if you get pregnant, I’ll take full responsibility!"

This was the most pathetic Cheon Areum had ever seen him. Last night, with his damp bangs falling over his eyes, he had looked so much younger. Maybe that was why he had seemed so endearing—why Cheon Areum had been unusually lenient with him. But no matter how he pleaded, if Yoon Seoyul had cummed inside him, Cheon Areum would’ve beaten him half to death—even if they had to start a battle between an S-Class and an S+ Class in the bedroom. The first in history, probably.

"What about Rian?"

"He came to see if you were really sleeping, but that’s all. I dropped him at the daycare an hour ago."

Sighing, Cheon Areum pushed himself up from the bed, his movements sluggish and clearly uncomfortable. He leaned back on one arm for support, his posture slightly hunched. He was fully dressed in the same silk pajamas he wore last night—all dry and clean. At least he wouldn’t have to shower now. He could just stay in bed all day.

"Get me the after-morning pill. And some water."

*

A sharp gust of cold wind slammed into Cheon Areum’s face, cutting through him like knives and chilling him straight to the bone. He instinctively curled in on himself, tugging his jacket tighter, though it did little to stop the icy sting that seeped through the fabric.

Fortunately, Seoul had been spared any S-Class gate appearances today—but then a dozen of them opened in the northwest of Seoul, in Incheon, demanding urgent backup from available hunter teams to help clear them.

Since he’d spent the entire day snuggled up in bed, Cheon Areum hadn’t felt too drained when he was called in for deployment. But the optimism wore off quickly. It had started pouring heavily during their drive, and now this unforgiving wind howled through the streets like a wind master let loose—slapping at their skin and clothes as they stepped out of the vehicle.

"Is this better?"

Yoon Seoyul wrapped his arms around him from behind while the wind blew from the front. But it did provide some warmth to his back.

"I don’t have a jacket, so you’ll have to do with this."

"This is still better..."

Cheon Areum nodded robotically when another voice came from the side.

"I’m also cold..."