"How about we start by taking off your clothes?"
The man, impeccably dressed in a suit, tilted his head as he spoke. His tone was ambiguous—somewhere between a command and a request.
Jung Heeyeon blinked slowly. His vision was hazy, making everything seem unclear. His entire body fluctuated endlessly between hypersensitivity and numbness, rising sharply only to plummet again. He couldn't understand why he was trembling so much.
It had been about two months since he last parted ways with the butler. If things had gone as usual, this would have been the time to receive his injection. He had always felt restless whenever the time approached, so at first, he thought it was just his body acting up. The drowsiness, the fever—everything felt the same as it did right before he got his usual shot.
It wasn't until he woke up that he realized something was wrong. Jung Heeyeon had been pulled from sleep by his own unexpected moan. It was different from the sounds he made when he was sick. Before he could even register the strangeness of it, he felt the dampness of his underwear. Even though he didn't dream about the director.
The moment he panicked and tried to get up from the bed, a chill swept over his entire body like a wave. Or perhaps it wasn't a chill but a surge of heat. His back naturally grew damp, and his penis began to stiffen. The sudden rush of ecstasy was more than enough to bind the innocent omega in place.
As he struggled to slide down out of the bed, the strength in his legs gave out, and he collapsed back onto the bed.
The sensation, unlike anything he'd ever experienced, was akin to fear. Jung Heeyeon reflexively gripped the bedsheets, trying to endure the heat coursing through his body. Even that proved difficult as his limbs kept going limp, making it hard to muster any strength. The soft pajamas, even the texture of the sheets brushing against his feet—every fabric surrounding him relentlessly teased his sensitive skin. With whimpering moans, his toes kept curling inward.
As someone who had his heat forcibly delayed until now, it was impossible for him to recognize what was happening. All he could do was gasp for breath, completely trapped under the weight of his own pheromones.
Jung Heeyeon barely managed to move one hand, unaware of why tears were welling in his eyes. Something felt strange below, and he couldn't endure it. A dull ache spread through his abdomen, while his penis hardened involuntarily. At the same time, there was an unbearable itch deep inside him. A warm, sticky sensation trailed from his behind.
He finally slipped his hand inside his pajama pants, but he had no idea what to do. His fingers fumbled awkwardly, unsure of how to ease the discomfort—until Director Yeon stepped inside.
"D-Director..."
Jung Heeyeon's voice was damp as he opened his lips. From head to toe, everything was a mess. Tears that had gathered in his eyes spilled down, soaking into the bedsheets in round, dark stains.
"Yeah, Heeyeon."
The man, still dressed impeccably in his three-piece suit, responded gently as he approached the scene in front of his eyes. The overwhelming pheromones pressing down on Jung Heeyeon began to subside slightly. The thick floral scent that had been clouding his mind seemed to retreat in the face of the alpha's presence.
"Hngh, I feel strange..."
Jung Heeyeon still couldn't steady himself. The distinct sensation of his own pheromones felt strange, his disobedient body also felt strange, and the persistent tension in his lower abdomen, along with the dampness spreading behind, felt even stranger.
"That isn't strange."
Suppressing the flicker of sharpness in his gaze, Director Yeon slipped an arm beneath the trembling body. At the lightest touch, Jung Heeyeon's pale shoulders shuddered visibly, as though his senses had become overly heightened. The pheromones in the air thickened in an instant.
"Baby, you've gone into heat."
With ease, the man adjusted Jung Heeyeon's position, shifting him from his stomach to lie on his back. The disheveled state of his pajamas revealed smooth, fair skin and a deep navel. His pants had slipped halfway down, precariously hanging off his hips. The alpha's sharp eyes narrowed instantly.
"H-Heat?"
"Yes. A heat cycle."
Getting above the omega's panting body, Director Yeon whispered in a soothing tone. Kneeling, his legs caged Jung Heeyeon's slender frame. Jung Heeyeon, still gasping for air, looked up at the man hovering above him. The solid build, the firm presence—it felt as if he were trapped beneath an unwavering knight guarding a fortress.
Director Yeon exhaled deeply, brushing back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. The veins on the back of his hand stood out against his taut skin, his jaw was clenched, and his expression was rigid. Jung Heeyeon's gaze was drawn to the sharp lines of his face. When their eyes met, the man, who had been holding himself upright, slowly leaned closer. A cool hand brushed over Jung Heeyeon's tear-stained eyes, smoothing away the redness swelling beneath them.
"I... hngh... I've never had a heat cycle before...."
"I know."
Jung Heeyeon instinctively leaned into the touch, rubbing his cheek against Director Yeon's palm. Just minutes ago, even the fabric of his clothes had felt unbearably irritating against his overly sensitive skin. But strangely enough, touching the director felt fine.The alpha's hand, which had wiped away his tears, gently lifted his damp chin. Then, warm lips pressed softly beneath his flushed eyes. A ticklish sound, damp and soft, echoed as they met.
"Peck, hngh... did you want to give me one?"
"Yeah."
Director Yeon's lips curved as he looked down at the omega, who was still murmuring about pecks even in this state. It was impossible to tell if his smile looked affectionate or not.
Even after taking a suppressant, Jung Heeyeon's pheromones felt too concerningly overwhelming. Any other alpha would have lost control by now. He had heard that Jung Heeyeon's cycle had been deliberately suppressed to accumulate, Chairman Jung was definitely hoping for this situation. The thought that another alpha could have been the one to encounter the pheromones made his blood run cold.
Still, Director Yeon didn't move recklessly. If he released his own pheromones in this situation, the small body before him wouldn't be able to handle it. Jung Heeyeon was already struggling under the weight of his own scent.
"I want to do it too."
The feverish lips flushed parted slightly, whispering words to seduce the alpha. His voice trembled—whether from his breath or from the whimpering sounds he kept making.
This was getting difficult. Whether it was a peck or a kiss, today, he was planning not to let Jung Heeyeon provoke him. Director Yeon had never lost control before, but he had an instinctive feeling that if those small hands so much as reached for him, he might not be able to hold back.
