Chapter 19. You Don’t Have… Feelings For Me, Right? (2)

Translator: Lili

“Ah… Uh… Ngh!”

The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated endlessly. Seo Gyuha’s body shook uncontrollably, his vision splintering with bursts of light every time the rigid sh*ft thrust deep inside him. With a dull, solid smack, it reached its peak, and he felt the hot release surge as the pressure expanded within him.

Even as he released, Chayoung’s movements didn’t falter. His hands gripped the base tightly as he continued his vigorous thr*sts, finally bury*ng himself deeply with one last p*sh and letting out the last of his release.

“Hah… Haah…”

The moment the intrusion withdrew, Seo Gyuha collapsed onto the bed. His firm abs rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath. He lay there, utterly drained, until Chayoung approached, draped in a robe, and offered him a bottle of water.

“Want some?”

Barely managing to prop himself up, Gyuha took the bottle and gulped it down. The cool water slid down his throat, offering a semblance of life back into his body. He flopped back down after finishing, eyes lazily turning to meet Chayoung’s gaze.

“What time is it?”

His voice rasped, hoarse and raw. Gyuha frowned, rubbing his sore throat. He hated making noise during s*x, but no matter how much he tried to suppress it, his restraint always shattered the moment things started. Eventually, he stopped caring, though the raw aftermath lingered as a reminder.

“A little past 11.”

He had arrived at 8, meaning they’d been tangled up for over three hours. Groaning, he rolled his sore shoulders and finally slid off the bed.

“I’m going to shower.”

“Want company?”

“Get lost.”

Completely unabashed despite being stark naked, Gyuha strode to the bathroom. Standing under the showerhead, he turned on the cold water, letting it cascade over his heated body, hoping to settle the queasy churn in his stomach from the intense exertion.

For a while, he stood motionless under the water. When he finally reached down, the tender, swollen state of his lower body was unmistakable.

Since agreeing to become friends with benefits, weekends with Chayoung had become a ritual. The man wasn’t exaggerating when he likened himself to a stud. He was relentless, spouting vulgarities and pounding away like a beast possessed, but amusingly, he never neglected his partner’s pleasure. By the time they were done, Gyuha always felt utterly drained, as if his very essence had been squeezed dry. He’d never been with anyone else, nor did he intend to, but he doubted he’d find another top like him.

There was another peculiar aspect to their encounters. At some point, Gyuha began feeling a strange, tingling sensation whenever they touched skin-to-skin, almost like an electric buzz. It was as if Chayoung was emitting pheromones—an odd occurrence.

Chayoung had once mentioned that he preferred beta bottoms because he found pheromone-driven s*x unremarkable. Gyuha shared the sentiment, sticking exclusively to beta partners. Other omegas felt awkward to him, and no self-respecting alpha would ever bottom.

Still, the fact that Chayoung seemed to release pheromones while with him was curious. He couldn’t ask, though. Chayoung believed he was a beta, and any questioning on the subject would surely spark suspicion. After all, betas were supposed to be immune to the effects of alpha and omega pheromones.

When Gyuha returned from his shower, he found Chayoung lounging against the headboard of the bed. For a moment, he caught himself staring. From his casually tousled hair to his sharp profile and the way his legs stretched long beneath the robe, everything about him was annoyingly perfect. Clearing his throat, Gyuha moved to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor. Bending down made him wince.

“You should stay the night. It’s late.”

Chayoung suggested.

Without looking up, Gyuha replied bluntly,

“Are you crazy? Why would I stay here with you?”

“Who said you’d stay with me?”

Finally glancing up, Gyuha was met with a smug smile.

“I meant you could sleep in the guest room. Stop jumping to conclusions.”

“Damn it, then just say so from the start!”

“You’re welcome to share my bed if you’d like.”

Ignoring the comment entirely, Gyuha silently pulled on his clothes. Internally, though, he hesitated. His body still ached from the intense session. Driving home tonight sounded like a hassle.

“Oh, by the way, do you still like La Flat?”

The name made him pause, glancing over.

“You mean the British rock band?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course, I do.”

He remembered being introduced to them back in middle school. A friend had insisted they watch a concert clip together, and though reluctant at first, by the time the five-minute video ended, Gyuha was a fan. The sight of thousands of fans filling a massive stadium, coupled with the band’s dynamic stage presence, had left a lasting impression on him.

“Great. I have a concert ticket. Want it?”

“Really?”

For the first time that evening, a glow of excitement appeared on Seo Gyuha’s previously brooding face. It was no surprise. Despite his best efforts to secure a ticket when they went on sale, he had failed miserably as they sold out within seconds. Even his friend Park Chanwoong, who had bragged about his ‘lightning-fast hands’, came up empty-handed. Gyuha had been considering the drastic step of buying from a scalper, so hearing about this ticket was like a dream come true.

“How many do you have?”

He was hoping for two, imagining how he could take Chanwoong along, get a free expensive meal out of it, and strut around like a king. But, as usual, life had other plans.

“Just one.”

“… I see.”

It was disappointing, but he couldn’t let it go to waste. He would go alone and make do with teasing the bear of a man about it later.

“Fine. I’ll take it.”

“Wait a sec.”

Chayoung got up and left for the living room, returning shortly with the coveted ticket in hand. Gyuha instinctively reached out, but just as he was about to grab it, the ticket was whisked out of reach.

“What the hell?”

“You think you can just take it for free? Scalpers are selling these for over a million won.”

Of course. He knew it was too good to be true.

Momentarily forgetting how he had planned to swindle Chanwoong, Gyuha frowned and retorted,

“Why are you being so stingy with me?”

“What kind of relationship do we have?”

The sly smile on Chayoung’s face made Gyuha regret showing even a hint of excitement.

“Come on, we see each other every week. Isn’t that worth a ticket?”

“That’s unrelated.”

Clearly, there was no way he was going to get it without giving something in return. Letting out a loud sigh for effect, Gyuha asked with a crooked smile,

“What do you want me to do? Or*l?”

“You already do that regularly.”

It was true. Whether it was his deeply ingrained g*y instincts or not, Gyuha quite enjoyed pleasing his partner with his hands or mouth. Chayoung, seemingly deep in thought, finally looked back at him.

“I can’t think of anything right now… Can I tell you later?”

“It better not be something ridiculous.”

Feeling uneasy but unwilling to miss out, Gyuha agreed. The ticket soon passed into his hands, and his eyes widened in amazement. It wasn’t just any ticket—it was for the VIP section, a spot money couldn’t even buy now.

“You’re staying the night, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Want to sleep together?”

“Screw off.”

With a laugh, Chayoung left the room, beckoning him to follow. Lighthearted steps followed close behind, and for the first time in a while, Gyuha felt like he’d have a fantastic dream tonight.

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