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Getting dropped in this ghost story world was nothing short of a nightmare.
Not only was I forced to work for this company that keeps sending me into scary situation…
I also had to deal with crazy people!
And…
If only that stopped there.
I barely managed to keep myself from covering my face with my hand.
“Haha, the hell ?”
The voice of my amused superior, Assistant Manager Eun Haje, only made me sigh deeper.
“Section Chief! Check this out! His desk’s packed again!”
…
A disturbed chill ran down my spine as I blinked down at said desk.
Yep.
I couldn’t even see the surface beneath the pile of offering placed there.
Homemade baking, letters, small trinkets…
If they were gifts of gratitude, I might have been able to accept them with a clear conscience.
But no.
Because of course not.
No, those were…
Courting gifts.
I forced an insincere chuckle as I took a seat.
Neatly arranging them aside so that I’d have some space.
As much as I was disturbed, I felt way too bad about just dismissing them.
“Huh. You got a letter from Supervisor Moon of the M-Squad. Isn’t he an Alpha?”
Assistant Manager Eun leaned against my desk, flipping around the letter she had plucked out from the pile.
“Ohh! From the Assistant manager there too. Huh.”
“Ah. An alpha too?”
“Nope, an Omega.”
Oh, of course, that’s my bad.
…
Yeah, so that’s how it is, basically.
Not only did I end up in the world of the <Dark Exploration Records>…
I somehow managed, through the sheer level of misfortune that I had…
To get dropped into a popular alternative universe for it.
The <Omegaverse>.
The fucking <Omegaverse>.
I couldn’t help but cringe at the mere thought of it.
Not being able to stop myself, I pressed my face into my palms.
‘Please, just end me, already.’
“I’ve never seen a beta as popular as you, Roe.”
…I’m not even one…
The company—even my damned ID—says that I am.
But I’m just a guy.
“Hahah….right.”
“Which is crazy. Sure, you’re handsome, but you’re so damn weird.”
“….”
“Which I guess is part of the charm?”
“Assistant manager.”
“What? I don’t need to confess to you, too, I’m already stuck with you everyday.”
“Aha. You say that, but you’re grinning ?”
“So what ?”
I gave her a long look, but eventually, my smile did end up a little more sincere.
She was so casual about it, I could almost feel the tension in my shoulder loosen.
Though now that the comforting silence lingered, I noticed something.
It was…unusually silent.
I tilted my head to catch the sight of Park Minseong’s empty desk.
“Say, did something happen with Minseong-ssi?”
“Huh ?”
Eun Haje blinked up, before making a quiet sound of understanding, setting the letter back on the table.
“He got that thing going on.”
“Oh?”
“You know.”
I…I don’t know…
Stop scaring me, already.
I could already feel the cold sweat resurfacing as I imagined the worst.
“Could it be something related to a Darkness ?”
“What? No. It’s that time of the year for him.”
“…?”
“…oh my god, this punk. Is that how you’re trying to have your fun, now ?”
“No ?”
Really not.
But seeing how Eun Haje just glared at me, thinking I was playing some crude prank on her, I decided maybe it was one of those things I shouldn’t push too much with…
“Is he gonna be back soon?”
“Yeah. Probably somewhere around next week?”
“Ugh…it’s gonna be so boring without him.”
I chuckled as Eun Haje lightly kicked my leg, a playful grin playing on her lips now.
“What? You’re saying that to my face?”
Thankfully, the day flowed on without much of a hitch.
Aside from one or two jump-scares.
While on the way home, I looked through my phone.
First, answering Go Yeongeun’s daily texts.
I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty to have her check in on me so often.
She had always been so diligent in everything she did.
Even in the rookie group chat, she was the first to offer her help when someone was in a pinch.
Speaking of…
I was still a little concerned about Park Minseong.
Was he…alright?
Almost by reflex, I checked the communication app on my phone.
The one installed by my Custom Equipment.
The fact that there was no message from him both reassured me and worried me further.
If he wasn’t in trouble because of a Darkness, then was it really for a health reason?
…
I sent him a text.
— Minseong-ssi~ Where have you been today? I was bored to death.
Not…really…
I could never be bored while working a job that made me risk my life on the daily.
Still.
I stared at the screen for a moment longer.
‘…..!‘
He was typing.
But the three dots kept bouncing for quite a bit.
As though he was struggling to find words or kept deleting and rewriting his response.
His reply came a few moments later.
—Sorry, Roe….Couldn’t get to work because I wasn’t feeling too well haha
Phew.
So he really was just sick.
—Is that so? Haha, did you eat ?
—Not yet. Have you??
That’s…no good.
I can’t have my reliable superior starve himself when he needs the nutrient to recover.
My survival depends on trustworthy, competent co-workers!
—You’re so hopeless, Minseong-ssi. I’ll drop by with some food, kay?
I was already thinking of what to bring along.
As well as scrolling up the chat to find his address.
Me and Eun Haje did come over to his house quite a few times in the past.
Casual hang outs and work that needed to be made at one’s home.
He was one of the few employees that didn’t live at the company dorms.
Well.
He was sick, so I was just planning to drop the food at his house, then go back home.
…
He was taking a bit long to reply, though.
I pressed my lips into a thin line as I waited for his reply.
Was he really not feeling up for it?
I could understand that.
As an introvert, I preferred to be left alone when sick.
Maybe Park Minseong was the same.
As I pondered sending another text to imply that there was no pressure—
—Fine by me! I’ll leave the door unlocked!
Ah.
—Alrigthy~
Just as he told me, the door was unlocked.
It creaked open easily the moment I turned the knob.
…
I knocked on the door before entering.
My visit was meant to be brief, but I still kicked my shoes off at the entrance.
“Minseong-ssi! I’m here—”
Crash!
The sound of glass shattering made me flinch.
Before hesitating on running.
…out, I mean.
That scared the hell out of me.
“Uhm. Sorry about that.”
Park Minseong’s voice finally rang out.
A little shaky, but he didn’t sound distressed.
Which made me relax a little.
I followed the sound of his voice and peeked into kitchen.
“It slipped, haha…”
Badger was crouched down, carefully plucking the shards off the ground.
I placed the bag I brought with me on the counter, and when I tried to come closer to help him—
“Stay there!"
“….!”
“…No, it’s fine! uh, you might get hurt.”
“Oh. Right.”
I wasn’t wearing my shoes.
Makes sense.
I leaned against the counter, arms crossed over my chest as I observed him.
His hands were trembling, and his skin was a little flushed.
‘A fever ?’
Despite the smile I forced myself to keep, I couldn’t help but worry.
Should I have brought medicine too?
“I brought shrimp pasta. You like that, right?”
“….! Yeah!”
Park Minseong, who was finishing up the cleaning, beamed at me.
I really did miss that bright smile of his.
But…
“Well, that’s about it. I just checked if you were still alive and got you this.”
I hummed, patting the bag with a casual gesture.
“I’ll get going now. Rest up and play with me extra once you’re back.”
“……”
Park Minseong seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking away with a sheepish expression before…
“Uhm…”
“What ?”
“Would…Would you like to…stay a bit longer?”
“Huh?”
He quickly cleared his throat, his face flushing a deeper red as the words tumbled out of his mouth, trying to justify himself.
“Yes! Well! You came all the way here, and uhm. Yeah, I’d feel bad if you left without even a cup of tea! You can eat with me, too! you didn’t eat either, right?”
“….”
He’s so considerate, even though he was so sick.
I was moved.
So, that’s how we ended up sitting together in his living room.
I felt bad having him make tea while he was supposed to be resting.
Which resulted in me spewing out some nonsense, getting an excuse do it myself despite his insistence. on me not having to do anything.
“What? Are you saying that I can’t do what I want anymore ?”
“…! No, but—”
“Sit down.”
It was actually a little funny thinking back on how quickly he listened in the end, practically scrambling to sit down on his couch.
I was currently sitting next to him, pouring tea for the both of us.
“You shouldn’t neglect your meals. What would I do if you suddenly get too weak to handle me?”
“….Right…”
I gave him a side-long glance.
I didn’t say anything about it because it would be weird to point it out…
But why was he sitting so far away…?
It’s not that Park Minseong is normally all that clingy, but he was definitely a hand-on, overtly friendly superior, touching my arm and back more often than not.
…right now, he was practically squeezing himself into the arm his couch, on the other side of the couch.
‘Was he scared that I’d get sick too ?’
I couldn’t help but be a little feel even more touched.
I really struck gold with superiors like these.
Though I was the one to decide to come.
So…
“You don’t have to sit so far. I don’t mind.”
“….No, it’s fine.”
His bright expression was dimmed into something unfamiliar, his eyes locked onto the table.
“What ? Are you avoiding me, now ?”
That’s what made him react, his eyes shaking as he realized that I would just purposefully interpret his actions however I pleased.
“No! not at all..”
He rushed to say, waving a hand as though dismissing the whole idea of it.
“Then sit closer.”
“…Are you sure? The uhm…”
“I don’t mind, already, just get comfortable, this is your house.”
“….”
Only then did he inch a little closer.
He looked a little out of place, still.
I leaning back against the arm rest on my side, gently nibbling at a knuckle as I studied him.
Maybe I should have just left earlier, despite his insistence for me to stay.
He probably just said that to be polite…
I hummed to myself, before patting his back.
Park Minseong flinched the moment my palm connected with him.
But he didn’t push me off.
In an attempt to comfort him, I drew circles into his back, as gently as I could.
Having something cold when you’re so hot is always pleasant.
He slightly leaned into the touch, his clouded eyes fluttering shut as though a weight was taken off him.
‘…at least that made him feel a little better?’
I spoke quietly, trying not to trigger any potential headache.
“I’ll step out for a bit. I need to make a call.”
“Huh? ah…Right…”
I could feel a light shiver through his shirt.
The feverish heat was making me a little more concerned.
Yeah, maybe he really should just get some sleep.
I stood up with as much cheerfulness as I could manage, before turning on my heel and walking out the room.
“Don’t miss me too much~!”
I called back as I left his sight.
Just gotta break the flow, come back with an excuse to leave and make him promise to rest plenty.
That should be fine.
….He was not fine!
Park Minseong silently sat there on the couch.
A humiliating flush on his face and nape.
He barely managed to cover what was happening between his thighs with the cushion he was hanging onto like a lifeline.
Heated up sweat was dripping down his chin.
The only reason Park Minseong did something as irresponsible as intentionally letting another person into his space mid-rut was because it was Kim Soleum.
It was an impulse, yes.
But hear him out! It was not fully reckless!
The man never seemed affected by any sort of pheromones, not matter how strong.
Even more than the usual beta.
As though the scents were so insignificant, they might as well not even be there.
And beside, Park Minseong prided himself on being relatively tame during his ruts.
With a good amount of self-control that allowed for brief social interactions if need be.
…
Well, that’s what it was supposed to be like!
So why was this happening…?!
His heart was going crazy.
His skin was on fire.
He was aching so much, it was a miracle that he wasn’t tearing up.
His hands were clutching the pillow like he wanted to rip it to shreds.
Ragged breath.
It was a blessing from whatever God there was up there that Kim Soleum did not point out his symptoms.
He acted so clueless, one would make the mistake to think he wasn’t aware of what was happening.
But it couldn’t be.
Someone as quick-witted as Kim Soleum.
So the next, natural possibility…
He was intentionally poking at him….!
Telling him to sit closer, touching him in such an innocent yet purposeful way…
Wh…whispering into his ear like that…
The memory of Kim Soleum’s cold breath against his burning skin was making him tremble all over again.
He barely swallowed back a whimper as he pressed his thighs together.
Trying to get whatever relief he could without…reaching down.
His eyes flicked to the door from which Kim Soleum had disappeared.
How cruel.
Teasing him like that just leave him alone.
He had to beat down the urge to follow him.
‘You’re the senior here. Have some dignity….’
…
What dignity???
Fuck.
He was still relishing in the phantom touch of Kim Soleum’s hand on his back.
And no matter how hard he tried to stop himself, he couldn’t help but fantasize about those nails dragging down along his back.
Holding his hip, pulling him closer with that effortless yet playful authority that rendered him weak…
His cock throbbed as he dared to peek into those thoughts.
This was definitely not the time for this…!
In an attempt to distract himself, he let his eyes wander around the room.
Registering the food for the first time that day.
Kim Soleum remembered his preferences. That made him feel a little warmer, even if in a different way.
Then the tea. It was probably cold by now…
But then, his eyes landed on Kim Soleum’s discarded suit jacket, thrown over the back of the couch like an after thought.
…
He looked away.
His grip on the pillow he was holding growing impossibly tight…
Before his urges won over his rational thoughts and he practically snatched the suit jacket.
…Now that it actually was in his hands, he couldn’t help but hesitate once more.
What…Now…?
Wouldn’t doing that totally make him a perverted creep?
…
Park Minseong brought it up to his nose and sniffed once.
‘…hm…’
That was the intriguing thing about Kim Soleum.
Well. One of the many strange things.
Although faint, betas had their very own sort of pheromones.
A scent particular to them.
Kim Soleum didn’t have that.
At all.
Like a pristine canvas.
It’s not that he was fully odorless.
But it was something no one could ever figure out how to describe.
Everyone brushed it off as ‘Just another weird thing about Roe.’
…Yet, it was still embarrassingly pleasant.
It took some serious focus to catch.
But it was there.
Park Minseong let his lips spread, breathing in the faint scent.
Before freezing in place as he realized what he was doing.
This is wild.
Seriously creepy!
Just what was he doing?!
He quickly dropped the suit jacket as though even touching it gave him a third degree burn.
His hands covered his face in pure shame.
He thankfully managed to stop himself from doing something he’d never be able to let himself live down…
But now his cock was painfully hard.
More than before, that is.
Way to go, Minseong…
His hand itched to press between his thighs and relieve some of the pressure before his junior came back.
His fingers twitched.
Maybe…just quickly—
“Haha, I didn’t take long, right ?”
Park Minseong practically jumped out of his skin.
Letting the pillow that was the only shield that protected his dignity as a man and senior drop thanks to how suddenly he turned to face Kim Soleum.
“…….”
“……”
He saw it.
He literally did.
Even though he was currently looking at him in the eyes as though all was well.
Roe’s eyes had definitely flicked down.
“……..”
“Ah. The tea’s probably cold now.”
….What if he just jumped out of that window.
Kim Soleum tactfully turned away, feigning interest in the abandoned food.
“Hm…well. It’s okay. I was leaving anyway, got a something to do.”
His voice stirred them away from the subject with that characteristic smoothness, a blank smile still on his lips.
He grabbed his jacket, folding over his arm.
“Make sure to rest a lot~. Come back to us soon, yeah?”
Kim Soleum hummed, getting ready to leave as he rambled on about everything else, probably to distract the both of them from the situation at hand.
Park Minseong was so grateful he could cry.
He should take the chance his junior so gracefully gave him.
Pretend that nothing happened.
…
That was what he was planning to do, but the moment Kim Soleum moved towards the door—
Something akin to panic jolted him out of his daze and…
Park Minseong’s hand shot to grab Kim Soleum’s wrist.
“….!”
“….”
It was a rut.
…
Yeah. A rut.
The thing ‘Alphas’ had.
My eyes flicked down to the hand holding my wrist.
Trying hard not to look at the other pressing matter.
Nope.
Not looking at my superior’s crotch.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
From Eun Haje’s response to my questions, to Park Minseong’s out-of-character behavior.
‘Someone please just end me.’
How did I not put two and two together was beyond me.
I never thought I would ever have wished that I’d have gotten dropped into a normal ghost story world instead.
This is so bizarre.
…
The silence extended for a few moments longer.
And against my better judgment, I glanced up to look at Park Minseong’s face.
The flush on his cheeks felt so different now that I knew what was truly going on.
….And the way he was looking at me, pupils dilated, his breath short.
I looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.
“…Isn’t it a little rude to grab another person’s wrist like that and just stare like an idiot?”
“….”
Hello?
Realizing I wouldn’t be able to get a response out of him, I tried to tug my hand back.
He didn’t let go.
His grip was gentle but stubborn.
Looking back at his face, he seemed more conflicted than me.
Agh…
I tried to think back on whatever I knew about this whole rut thing.
Uhm. Weren’t the symptoms a little similar to a fever?
…I know damn well that’s not what I should be focusing on.
But…
His lips trembled as he seemed to be struggling for words to explain himself.
I couldn’t help but feel some pity at that…
He always looked so neat and reliable.
Right now, he looked a little…pathetic?
Like a kicked dog.
Tortured by his own body.
I tilted my head to the side.
He refused to even meet my eyes anymore.
‘That’s…kind of cute ?’
As I considered ways to wriggle out of this situation, I came to a realization.
Working with just Eun Haje and Lee Jaheon was good and all.
But…isn’t having someone that listens as well Park Minseong and is decently quick-witted a really good thing?
Today wasn’t too bad, despite his absence…
But what if something else happens during his leave? Something he could have helped with?
I heard getting things out of their system with a partner might help an alpha recover faster.
So…
Hm.
I sighed. Just loud enough to be heard by him.
And as expected, that made him glance.
“I’m getting a little bored, Park Minseong-ssi. If you don’t spit it out…”
“…..!”
For a brief moment, he looked devastated at the thought.
My heart clenched at that.
But soon enough, the shock turned into desperation.
“Please.”
“Hm ?”
“…Please…”
He repeated, a little more breathless.
And to my surprise, he brought my hand to his lips. Pressing a kiss so gentle it made me shiver.
Then even worse.
Proceeded to bring my hand down to his throat, pressing it there as he leaned closer to me.
Practically towering over me as I was backed up against the arm rest of the couch.
“…..fuck me, Soleum-ssi.”
His words and mannerism a pure contrast of the utterly humiliated and shameful look on his face.
Ah.
That was how they ended up in this situation.
With Kim Soleum leaning back against the desk in Park Minseong’s room.
Said Park Minseong currently kneeling on the ground.
Grinding against Kim Soleum’s leg.
“Haa.”
Park Minseong panted, his forehead against Kim Soleum knee.
His hands wrapped around his thigh as he ground against him.
“Please. Please, ha…”
He begged, voice ragged but strangely quiet, as though scared to even be heard.
Guilt and shame evident the shakiness of his words.
Kim Soleum hummed, before cupping Park Minseong’s chin in his hand.
“You really are so hopeless, doing this to your junior. What a pervert.”
His words were cutting, but the playful tone lacing his voice made a sharp shiver of thrill run down Park Minseong’s spine.
“Ha…Hn…’m sorry…please, let me…”
“Hm?”
Kim Soleum’s thumb pressed against Badger’s lower lip.
And god, it took everything in the Supervisor not to wrap his lips around the digit.
‘Focus…’
He forced himself to look up at the younger man and try to speak up but…
Meeting the other’s eyes made his courage melt right back down.
His face burned.
And he looked back to the side.
“…let me…”
“Yeah?”
“…Don’t make me say it…”
Just as the stuttering rolls of his hips started slowing…
“What? You do such perverse things to me, yet you can’t even tell me what you want? Is that fair to you? Hm?”
“…hn…”
Trembling hands let go of Kim Soleum leg, only to rest them between his own thighs against the ground.
“…Let me…touch you.”
“Hm?”
“…Please.”
“Now, now, what manners are those? Look at me when you’re asking for something.”
“….”
Park Minseong swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, before looking up at Kim Soleum through wet eyelashes.
“….Please let me touch you.”
Kim Soleum stared down at the kneeling supervisor.
Then away, as though he could simply decline and extend his sufferings…
Before he quietly sighed.
“Fine. I guess you deserve that much, since you always listen so well…”
Badger’s eyes brightened right up at the permission.
“Really?”
“Yes. Now get to it, before I lose interest.”
“!”
Park Minseong’s trembling hands quickly found themselves back on Kim Soleum’s legs.
Not to hold him there, this time.
But to explore.
His palms traced up from his calves to his thighs.
He paused there for a moment, eyes flicking up to his junior’s face.
As though to mock his anxieties, Kim Soleum did not push him aside.
Merely grinning in amusement at the sight of him.
Going as far as slightly leaning back against the desk, letting his legs spread just the slightest bit wider to accommodate the older man.
Minseong’s breath hitched at the mere thought that he was allowed to witness him in such an intimate way.
He leaned in closer.
And tentatively, pressed his lips to Kim Soleum’s inner thigh.
He relished in the warmth that seeped through his pants.
Then, slowly, his hands dragged up to Kim Soleum’s hips, then to his waist.
He tilted his head up to admire the curves.
How easy it was for his larger hands to hold onto Kim Soleum’s narrow waist.
He couldn’t help but swallow.
He was so perfect.
The heat just beneath his skin made him squirm.
As though to delight in the touch—maybe even show off—Kim Soleum arched his back leniently beneath the gentle pressure.
“You’re beautiful.”
He couldn’t stop those words.
Not when it was the only thought his clouded mind allowed.
Kim Soleum’s eyes widened at the sudden bluntness.
But his grin was there all the same.
Park Minseong’s mind melted further.
He kissed his way up.
All along Kim Soleum’s inner thigh.
Stopping right before he could graze his crotch.
He blinked up, desperation plastered in every expression on his face.
It took everything in him not to just take what he wanted.
What he needed.
He couldn’t bring himself to do a single thing past the line Kim Soleum drew for him.
And he didn’t mind.
He’d beg for every inch.
“….please.”
"Hm…”
Kim Soleum’s hand found his face. And Park Minseong couldn’t help the way his head tilted into the touch.
Savoring the cold palm.
“You really are so well-behaved. I like that.”
Fuck.
His cock throbbed at the praise within the confines of his pants.
Park Minseong’s thighs squirmed, before pressing tighter together to try and soothe the discomfort.
“Go on. Use your mouth.”
He did not need to be told twice.
He planted one feverish kiss to Kim Soleum palm.
A show of gratitude, because he did not trust his words to get that done.
Then, he leaned back in.
Pressing his lips to Kim Soleum’s still clothed crotch.
The timid kisses did not last long as his lust overtook his slow, sensual gestures.
He mouthed at the crotch.
Feeling the shape beneath.
“Let me help.”
Kim Soleum hummed, finally moving his hands to unclasp his belt.
Taking his time with it.
He pulled it free from his pants. Then dropped it to the ground.
As a final grace, he unbuttoned his trousers as well.
“The rest is all you.”
“Of course…”
Slowly moving up…he caught the zipped between his teeth.
Then pulled down.
Using his hands would have been easier.
Faster, even.
But Kim Soleum told him to use his mouth.
So that’s what he would be doing.
What went down next were the pants, then his boxers. Nudging them down to his mid-thighs.
Like that, he could see the breathtaking sight that was Kim Soleum’s semi-hard cock.
Park Minseong couldn’t help but feel saliva pooling in his mouth just looking at it.
He leaned in.
Pressed his tongue flat against the shaft.
It twitched against the muscle.
Park Minseong’s breath hitched. And he looked up to see Kim Soleum staring down at him.
His composed expression was still there.
But the blush that dusted over his face was heavenly.
He wanted to see more.
To do more.
To make Kim Soleum’s calm face contort in pleasure.
Pleasure that he would be giving him.
He licked along the shaft. Kissing, tracing along every throbbing vein.
Slowly working him into erection.
Even when not fully aroused, it was a gorgeous form.
Curved just right in this a charming way.
Red at the tip.
Was that man ever lacking in any department…?
Park Minseong hands were on his lap now. But they felt restless.
So he just gripped his thighs. So tight they would surely bruise.
He braced himself, before taking the cock’s head into his mouth.
Sucking and lapping at it like a thirsty beast.
More enthusiastically than he ever thought he’d be for such a thing.
“Ha….”
Kim Soleum was quiet, despite it all…but the occasional moans and gasps drove him to work harder to please.
He pulled back for one moment.
Just to press a kiss there.
“…”
Then, with trembling hand, reached for Kim Soleum’s own. Bringing it to the back of his head.
“….Minseong-ssi?”
“….You can use my mouth however you want.”
His face burned.
He couldn’t believe he just said such a shameless thing, but he really couldn’t help himself.
“…A…after all, you’re already…doing me a favor…”
…
A brief silence lingered, before Kim Soleum chuckled.
“Making me do everything, huh?”
“….”
“Well then. Open wide ?”
“…!”
Park Minseong obeyed easily, lips parting wide. Waiting with half-lidded eyes and his tongue out.
“How cute.”
Kim Soleum pressing the tip of cock there. But did not immediately push in.
Instead seeming to savor the sight beneath him.
“I heard alphas were supposed to be more dominant…”
It sounded less like a complaint, and more like tease.
Before Park Minseong could think of a response, Kim Soleum started pressing in.
The first few inches were easy.
But as it neared the half-way point, it took some effort for Park Minseong not let his gag reflexes act up.
He strained to breathe through his nose.
And without thinking, his hands moved to rest on Kim Soleum’s thighs, holding onto him.
His junior pressed a little deeper.
And he must have made a strange sound, because he felt him pause.
“Too much?”
He tried to shake his head.
Eyes locking on Kim Soleum’s own.
“Yeah? I knew you could take it.”
The praise went straight to his cock.
When Kim Soleum pressed further in, tears prickled at his eyes.
But he still followed every guidance given…
Minding his teeth as he took in more and more…
Until his nose pressed against Kim Soleum’s pubis.
Kim Soleum hand kept him there for a few second.
He couldn’t think of a single other thing than how…
Good it felt.
How good it tasted.
So good.
With every time that he blinked, hot tears dripped down his eyes.
He didn’t even have the mind to feel humiliation anymore.
He just wanted to stay right there.
…Alas.
Kim Soleum’s grip on his hair tightened. And he pulled him off.
Until only the tip remained at the tip of his tongue.
Only then did Park Minseong remember to breathe.
“Ha…Hah…”
Without waiting from Kim Soleum’s guidance this time…
He took him back in.
Taking the time to give his cock all the attention it deserved.
Hollowing his cheeks to please.
Then, rocking his head back and forth.
Only taking him half-way most of them time.
But occasionally pushing himself to swallow him whole.
Flinching whenever the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat.
Moans and pants filled his ears.
His awareness maintained by how Kim Soleum occasionally tugged at the strands of his hair.
He started moving a little faster when he noticed that Kim Soleum’s breathing quicken.
“Hah…just…like that. I'm close…Fuck.”
Every words of praise pushed him to do more…
Please more.
Until finally, he was rewarded by Kim Soleum finishing into his mouth.
Feeling him slightly double over as he forced him in place with a little more strength.
The taste of Kim Soleum’s cum on his tongue was perfect.
Kim Soleum slowly pulled out with a shivering breath.
“…You can spit it out.”
…What?
And waste his cum just like that?
This man really does not realize how low he’d degrade himself for him.
In a first show of defiance—if one could even begin to call it that…
He swallowed everything up.
Even moved in to lick up every drop still clinging to Kim Soleum’s cock, mixed with his own saliva.
“….Ah…”
Had he not been so desperate and dizzy from his rut and arousal, Park Minseong would have laughed at how baffled Kim Soleum looked.
That was the first time he’d seen his eyes grow so wide.
He couldn’t bring himself to laugh, but he still gave him a strained, shaky smile.
Kim Soleum hand moved down to press as Park Minseong’s lower lip.
And he didn’t need to be told.
He parted his lips, showing off his now pristine but wet tongue.
“Huh. You really did swallow it.”
Park Minseong nodded, his movements jerky.
“How was it?”
“…Perfect. Thank you…”
He didn’t forget his manners.
If he knew one thing about Kim Soleum, it was that he loved gratitude.
And the reward for remembering that came faster than he’d expected.
Kim Soleum leaned in, voice a pleasant purr-like demand.
“Get on the bed?”
Park Minseong did not know he could move as quickly as he just did.
In the matters of seconds, he was off his knees and up onto the bed, kneeling there as he patiently—impatiently—waited for Kim Soleum to follow.
Kim Soleum blinked at him from where he still was standing…before grinning.
Just a little strained from the stimuli he just received.
But he was flushed, skin glistering with the thin layer of sweat that had built up over the course of it.
Roe hummed to himself as he properly shrugged his lower clothes off of himself.
With no apparent embarrassment about his nudity.
Confident as he’d always been.
Unlike Park Minseong who, despite being fully clothed still, was an absolute wreck.
Finally, Kim Soleum climbed onto the bed.
Crawling between his thighs like a seductress that came straight from Hell to make him fall into sin.
Park Minseong swallowed as he watched him with rapt attention.
He jumped a little when Kim Soleum rested his hands on each of his thighs. Staring down at him like a plaything.
Unbothered but oh, so disarming.
Despite Park Minseong being the bigger of the two, an alpha…he couldn’t help but feel so small beneath him.
And he found that he didn’t really mind it.
…not at all.
Kim Soleum’s hands slowly caressed up his thighs.
To beneath his shirt, now clinging to his skin because of the sweat.
The nimble hands felt at his hips. His waist. Steadily working their way up to his pecs.
Without thinking, Park Minseong wrapped his strong arms around Kim Soleum’s neck, pulling him closer.
Thighs pressing on either side of Kim Soleum’s hips.
Park Minseong hesitated for a moment.
Their breaths mingled together.
Before he leaned in.
Pressing their lips together into a shy kiss.
Kim Soleum froze.
His eyes losing their playfulness for a second.
His expression grew unreadable.
More than usual.
Badger leaned away, his grip loosening as his brows twisted in concern despite the cloudiness of his mind.
An alarm blared in his head.
Was he out of bounds ?
Words of apology were already lining up on his tongue.
“Soleum—”
Kim Soleum hands were on his cheeks before he could manage it out.
Their lips found each other once more.
More intense. Greedy.
As though trying to steal the words right out of his mouth.
Park Minseong gasped into the kiss.
And his thoughts melted right back into being a puddle of heat.
He squeezed his thighs around Kim Soleum’s hips.
As though trying to trap him right there, clinging to him.
The hands that were on his cheeks grazed down to his throat.
Holding it in a ghostly, loose grip.
It was as though Roe was trying to feel just how wildly his pulse was beating.
When he pulled away from the kiss, the cunning grin was back, along with a deeper flush dusting over his pale cheeks.
Park Minseong couldn’t help but nervously swallow.
“You look pathetic.”
“…! I—”
“Shh.”
He silenced him with another peck to his lips.
Badger’s breath hitched in his throat.
“I’ll give you what you need, since you’re so desperate.”
That’s when the pleas found home in his mouth again.
“…Please…I can’t…I need…”
“Mhm? Tell me.”
The Supervisor’s lips parted and closed repeatedly.
Unsure how to word his desires.
He knew what he wanted. Much too well.
But—
“Can’t say? Guess you don’t want it that bad, after all.”
“…! No, that’s not…!”
“Then maybe…”
Kim Soleum hummed thoughtfully.
One hand left Minseong’s throat…only to find his wrist, and guide it between their bodies.
“If you can’t say it, you could show me, yeah ?”
The younger man even pulled back, taking his hands off of the alpha with a mischievous grin.
“Make up for today’s boredom.”
Oh.
He was going to die.
Park Minseong’s heart was really going to fail here!
He didn’t know whether to follow his instincts and obey, or stubbornly cover his face, refusing to look at the lewd state of his own body.
Eventually, the former won.
Slowly, with shaky hands, he worked his pants and boxers off of his legs in one motion.
Woah.
He’s…
He’s kinda big.
That swollen thing at the base…
Is that the knot people have been raving about…?!
I couldn’t help but feel a little impressed as I shameless stared down between his thighs.
He already had me inside his mouth, it was a little late to act shy now, wasn’t it…?
Also, do you realize how hard it is to look composed with someone’s throat clenching around your cock…?
I had to smile through the whole thing trying to keep up the persona I worked so hard on!
……
Back to the problem in front of me.
Uhm.
Yeah. It was big.
And from what I knew—through plenty of research, thank you very much—Alphas typically…liked to top. Didn’t they?
I felt a little nervous about Park Minseong suddenly saying something like…’I want to stick this inside of you!’
If that happens, I’d have to tell him to be happy with just a hand-job…Maybe even return the favor he gave me.
I was confident enough in my skills when it came to that.
Back in my world, I had my fair share of experience.
And again, did a lot of research.
Because how scary is it to mess up horrendously because you touched or poked at the wrong thing…?
The amount of horror stories I heard when it came to uneducated choices…
No, thank you!
Anyway.
I stared down, following Park Minseong’s actions and bracing myself to adapt to whatever he ended up spitting out—
A hand pushed his shirt up, leaving his chest out for me to see…
His other hand moved down in the direction of his cock.
…or not?
It moved lower.
Past his balls, brushing along his perineum…
Before settling on his hole.
Framing it between two fingers in a silent invitation.
“…here…”
Oh…
Without meaning to, I realize that I’ve been staring so hard, the supervisor seemed to squirm beneath my gaze.
“Your…cock. Please fuck me with it.”
…
I looked down between my own thighs.
Yep.
I…I was getting hard again.
Man.
'Am I that pent up…?’
Kim Soleum leaned closer, a playful smile on his lips as he rested his hand on Park Minseong’s inner thigh.
Kneading the flesh, slow and soothing.
It did wonders to Park Minseong’s nerves.
He was so close.
He could feel his warmth. His breath against his skin.
Kim Soleum’s hand dragged up, from his thigh to his lower stomach…then slowly, up to his chest.
Where his hand brushed over his nipple.
At first, it was a simple graze. You’d mistake it for an accident.
But it made Park Minseong shiver and bite down on his lower lip all the same.
“Ah, are you sensitive here, Supervisor ?”
Kim Soleum’s playful tone made him flush…but he still nodded.
“Yeah? Cute.”
In response, Kim Soleum skilled hand started fondling his chest.
Squeezing, groping…pinching just hard enough to make him ache without being too unbearable.
Soleum kept himself busy, leaning his face into Park Minseong’s neck.
Kissing and nibbling at the flesh there.
Sucking marks into the skin.
Park Minseong was already thinking about how much he’d cherish every mark left on him.
“Ha…”
He panted and gasped with every touch. Every bite. Every kiss.
But…
“More…please…just fuck me already.”
He mumbled into Kim Soleum’s hair, too worked up for any more teasing.
He needed that cock inside of him.
And he needed it as soon as possible, or else he’d go absolutely crazy.
“So impatient…”
Kim Soleum sighed, acting as though inconvenienced as he pushing himself off of Park Minseong.
“Mmm…Do you have lube somewhere around here…?”
Just as Kim Soleum looked like he was going to get off the bed in search for lube, Park Minseong’s hands quickly grasped Kim Soleum’s shoulders.
The thought of not having him touch him for even a second was more than he could handle right now.
In the blink of an eye, their position switched up.
With Kim Soleum’s back against the mattress.
And Park Minseong straddling his hips.
“…It’s okay…”
“What ?”
“You can just—”
“Absolutely not. I’m not doing that without loosening you up.”
Park Minseong blinked, a little surprised.
He thought Kim Soleum would gladly take the chance to be as sadistic about it as he could, even if it ended in him bleeding—
Which Park Minseong…wouldn’t have minded, if it made him happy.
But still, Kim Soleum seemed adamant.
Park Minseong never envied omegas as much as he did right now.
Their holes producing plenty of natural lube.
Ready for the taking at any moment…
For a minute, he dared to get lost in the fantasy.
Kim Soleum being able to just bend him over any surface, whenever he pleased, and…
He almost drooled over it, but quickly remembered where he was.
With a shaky breath, he reached down between his thighs. Grasping his cock.
Not to stroke himself.
But to gather from the embarrassing about of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
If omegas leaked a lot from their holes, alphas had this, at least.
It was convenient, in its own way…
Because he could just…
Brace himself on the mattress with his clean hand, Park Minseong reached back, and positioned the soaked fingers against his hole.
“Mm…”
It’s not…that he never fingered himself.
God knew the amount of times he did this, fantasizing about the man beneath like an absolute pervert.
He never thought he’d be into submitting before meeting him.
Into letting him take him in such a vulnerable way.
Just like he was about to.
It’s just…he never did it in front of someone else.
Especially not someone as observant as Kim Soleum, who was currently staring at him as though he was a prey.
He’d be shy, if he wasn’t so desperate that shame was nothing more than a distant concept.
“Ha…”
He pressed a finger in.
The second followed after a few thrusts.
Slow and as deep as they would go.
He was tempted to go for his prostate right there and then.
But…
He refrained.
He wanted to feel good with Kim Soleum’s cock. Not his fingers.
Gritting his teeth, he squeezed the third in.
“Gh…ha…”
A tight fit.
But he needed at least that much if he wanted to take Kim Soleum properly…
He quietly panted as he fingered himself, his eyes set on his junior, admiring him with half-lidded eyes.
Though greedy as he was, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning closer.
Lips hovering close to Kim Soleum’s own once more.
And thankfully, he wasn’t denied.
Kim Soleum took the distance away, pressing their lips into another kiss.
Sloppy but hungry.
Kim Soleum’s hands ended up on Park Minseong’s neck.
Not squeezing.
Simply keeping him there as he took the lead of the kiss.
Tongues exploring, tasting, teasing…
When he pulled away from the kiss, it was to nip at Park Minseong’s lower lip.
Only to fully pull back when Park Minseong’s breath stuttered.
“I…I think I’m ready…”
“Are you really? Keep going.”
Park Minseong couldn’t help but whine, pressing his forehead against Kim Soleum’s neck.
Not daring to stop the steady, slow and sloppy thrusts of his fingers when Kim Soleum denied it.
His thighs trembled from the stimulation.
Just enough to make him want more, but far from enough to satisfy him.
Before long, words of pleas found themselves on his tongue, along with the whorish moans that he couldn’t swallow back.
“Please…please, please. Kim Soleum…I want…Ah…”
He was practically sobbing against his shoulder, soothing himself by peppering the pale skin with kisses and gentle bites.
Both as comfort, and as a way to maybe garner some sort of mercy.
Because, god. Did he need to be filled.
So badly.
Fingers were far from enough.
Not when Kim Soleum’s cock was so close.
“Please. Fuck me. F…fuck…ah…I think I’m gonna lose it if I don’t have you now…”
A sigh with exaggerated exasperation.
Park Minseong’s head perked up, and his bright eyes quickly found Kim Soleum’s own.
Because when his junior acted inconvenienced by a request…
It often meant he would relent.
And Park Minseong’s guess was right.
Because—
“Fine, go on. You shouldn’t get hurt with this much stretching.”
“…Hah…Yes, yes…thank you…ah…”
Park Minseong pulled his fingers out of himself with a pop…
Before straightening his back, straddling Kim Soleum again.
If he was any less desperate, he would have tried to appear more submissive.
Lay back to give Kim Soleum full control again…
But he doesn’t think he’d be able to live if his junior decided he wanted to tease him more.
So, with a soft breath, he reached down, lining up Kim Soleum cock against his hole.
Slowly, he pressed the tip against the ring of muscles.
Grinding against it a few times, suddenly much too aware of what he was going to do…
Then looked up at Kim Soleum with the softest, most eager eyes.
“…You can put it in.”
His smile was so bright, one could almost neglect that shakiness of it.
Keeping the cock in place, Park Minseong pressed the tip inside.
Slow. Careful…
“Hn…ah..”
It was in.
The tip, that is.
When it came to the rest…
Minseong prayed that Kim Soleum would forgive him for this.
He practically dropped his hips all the way down, taking him to the hilt.
“!!!!”
Both of them gasped at the sudden motion.
Kim Soleum mouth was parted open in ragged breath, having jumped to be supported by his elbow in shock, eyes wide as he looked down at the cock that had fully disappeared into Park Minseong like a lie.
While Park Minseong himself…
Was absolutely out of it.
Both of his hands on Kim Soleum stomach, his head tipped down as his shoulders shuddered.
“Ah…! hah…hn…”
It was his own action, but he still panted and grunted beneath his breath.
Struggling to accommodate the much bigger intrusion.
The stretch. burnt so good.
His walls clamped down on the cock tightly.
“Fuck. Fuck…ah…”
He mumbled under his breath…dazed by the electric shock of pleasure that made his whole body tingle like crazy.
Before long, a few depraved chuckles left him.
“Oh my…oh my gosh..ha….Soleum-ah…”
Without being able to help himself, the other’s name left his lips much too affectionately.
Perverted and devoted all at once.
A slip up.
But Kim Soleum did not call it out.
Rather, he just pressed his hands to Park Minseong’s thighs, having recovered from the stunt from earlier.
“Hah. You really are so impatient.”
“Mm…”
Park Minseong nodded, before slowly leaning back. One hand on Kim Soleum’s knee, as the other moving to his lower stomach.
“…Feels full…haha…”
He looked absolutely debauched from the angle.
The point of connection of their bodies much more apparent now.
“Please…can I move? Please.”
“Hmm…”
Kim Soleum hummed to himself, hands caressing the feverish flesh of Park Minseong’s thighs, which only spread wider under the touch.
“Please.”
“…fine.”
Park Minseong took that permission right away.
Slowly rolling his hips. Rocking them back and forth.
“Hah…Ah…”
He gasped and sobbed, all the teasing and foreplay making him impossibly sensitive.
When he got enough courage, he stared lifting his hips a few inches…only to press back down, taking Kim Soleum all the way in.
Slow but deep.
The shaft rubbed against his prostate so many times.
His vision blurred. But he quickly blinked the tears away so he could keep his eyes on Kim Soleum’s face.
His black eyes, usually so sharp and composed, were set on his body.
Relaxed, aside from the occasional expression of pleasure when Park Minseong twisted his hips just right.
“Go faster.”
And like with every order Kim Soleum ever gave him, he obeyed without a second thought.
He moved his hands to the mattress on each side of Kim Soleum head for support…
Then picked up the pace.
More eager. Both to take and finally relieve this agonizing pressure, and to please Kim Soleum as well as he could.
Before long, Kim Soleum started meeting his motions.
When Park Minseong pressed down, Kim Soleum met him halfway.
Somehow hitting the right spot much better than when he just did it himself, clumsy and nervous.
“Ah! hah…haaa!”
Park Minseong’s quiet grunts slowly turned into wanton moans, his voice cracking from the strain.
He was so close.
So fucking close.
His fingers itched to dart down to his cock and stroke himself to completion but—
Whatever thought that remained in his puddle of a brain stopped him from doing so.
He wanted to cum with Kim Soleum’s cock alone. And he didn’t care how longer it would take.
“Please…Nhhh…Ah!”
A particularly harsh thrust made him arch his back so hard he was surprised it didn’t just snap.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, wait…”
Please don’t.
And thankfully, Kim Soleum caught the hint, with how Park Minseong kept slamming his hips back down, chasing after Kim Soleum’s cock and squeezing around it as if to keep it there forever.
In fact,
Thorough as he was, Kim Soleum went the extra mile.
With one strong motion, he shoved Park Minseong back against the mattress and moved to kneel between his thighs instead.
One hand around Park Minseong’s throat for leverage, the other under his knee to push his legs further open.
Fully taking over.
Park Minseong didn’t even think of resisting.
He can’t. He won’t.
God, he didn’t want anything less than to ever oppose this man.
What dignity as a senior? Who’s an alpha? What?
What mattered right now was the way Kim Soleum was looking at him, fucking him like he wanted to make him memorize every single vein of his cock.
His own cock bounced uselessly between his thighs with every sharp thrust from Kim Soleum’s hips.
“Ah! fuck…ngh…!”
He bit down on his lower lips, eyes falling shut as he felt himself impossibly close.
It took only a few more thrusts before Park Minseong came all over himself.
It made his breath go still.
A booming, searing hot white blooming all over his vision and mind turning blank.
His hands grasped Kim Soleum’s wrists as he gaped like a fish out of water.
Then the overstimulation started hitting.
Kim Soleum, perceptive as he was, must have seen the faint signs of discomfort, because he slowed down, ready to pull out…
‘No…wait…’
A very important thought crossed Park Minseong’ mind.
Kim Soleum didn’t cum yet.
He weakly squeezed his junior’s wrist, then, with a heated, desperate voice, stopped him.
“Keep…ah…! Keep going…! Please…I want you to finish inside me…!”
He chocked on his words…
But it was clear enough, because Kim Soleum eyes widened briefly.
Then he continued to thrust into him.
A little more gentle, as though considerate not to hurt him too much…
So unaware that even this torture was making Park Minseong’s cock steadily fill back up.
Throbbing with arousal all over again.
Park Minseong couldn’t help the baffled, broken chuckle that left him as he watched the sight with teary eyes.
He really was too far gone.
“….!”
Kim Soleum buried his face against Park Minseong’s throat. Fuck.
Fuck…
He really wished Kim Soleum would bite him right there and then till he bled.
Claimed him as his…
But Kim Soleum merely panted against his skin. Now just as feverish as him.
With one more thrust…
Burning hot seed poured right inside of him. Filling him to the brim in the most satisfying of ways.
“Hn…”
For a moment, they stayed like that.
Just breathing heavily, filling the silence of his room that now smelled like sex and passion.
Kim Soleum’s hands were on Park Minseong’s chest as he kept his face out of view, his hair ticklish against his chin.
He moved his hand to his face, wiping something quickly.
Was it sweat?
Park Minseong couldn’t tell in that angle.
When Kim Soleum glanced at him, it was with a wide grin and playful eyes, hair that was normally so neat all over the place.
“That was fun.”
“Haha…yeah..?”
Soleum nodded, before moving to tidy up his hair.
“We should get cleaned up—”
But Park Minseong was already wrapping his legs around Kim Soleum’s hips.
Arms right back around his neck.
He tentatively rolled his hips against him, cock still buried deep inside.
His eyes staring at Kim Soleum’s, half-lidded but devoted.
“…Again..? Please.”
“Wh…”
Park Minseong leaned in, nipping at Kim Soleum’s throat, needy and playful.
Now that he got one round of his system, he could think a little more clearly…
And instead of a wave of shame…
He just found himself needing more.
Sure, he may be a bigger pervert than expected…
But was it really his fault, if Kim Soleum’s cock was so addictive?
The next morning,
Both me and Park Minseong returned to the office.
My hips were a little sore from how rough and long that ended up being, despite not doing anything like that for ages…
How many rounds was that…?
Park Minseong insisted he was fine whenever I asked if he was truly good to go.
‘Is that because he’s a veteran in this ghost story company, so he has more grit, or is it because he’s an alpha…?’
I couldn’t tell.
And I honestly did not want to think about it anymore.
In fact, I really wanted to forget I did all that in the first place, now that everything was said and done.
Was it really a good idea to let someone come so close?
What if he noticed a slip up or a detail I had neglected?
As I sat down at my desk, teeth working at my knuckle and my brain agonizing and over-analyzing every reaction or word I said yesterday and how it could be used against me later—
I almost missed Eun Haje practically cornering Park Minseong into a corner of the room.
…
I pretended not to pay attention to them, but strained to listen.
I couldn’t hear the words well, but the tones and expressions didn’t seem too good.
Was…was she confronting him about something? Why?
What’s happening?
Ack—
she was coming over—
Hold on…
Was it my turn, or something…?
I hyped myself to find quick come-backs in case she tried to question me—
“Jacket.”
“Huh?”
“Give me your jacket, you punk.”
“…Uh, that’s a little weird to ask, Noona-nim…”
The playful route didn’t work, because when I didn’t comply fast enough, she took it upon herself to practically rip it off me.
“Ah.”
She threw it over to the office couch…
Then draped her own jacket over my shoulders.
“????”
“Keep that one for today. The other stinks.”
"????????????”
Did…did it…??
And thus, the unspoken standoff between two alphas was shattered into thousand pieces.
Starting a territorial war between them.
Kim Soleum remained blissfully…? Unaware.
Though he could occasionally be seen sniffing at his sleeve.
Pure confusion on his face as he quietly mumbled to himself.
“I don’t smell weird, right..???”