Thinking Gillen was about to pounce on the oga, he hurriedly grabbed Yuan’s arm.
"Don’t!"
But at the sa ti Gillen grabbed Yuan’s arm, a sphere of white light shot out from Yuan’s fingertips and struck the oga. The oga, who had been moaning in a delicate voice and was on the verge of tears, collapsed face down onto the bed.
"What-what did you do?"
Wasn’t he trying to attack him? Did he... kill him?
Gillen’s flushed face turned pale. Since Yuan already had a history of turning a person to stone and killing them, that was the first thing that ca to his mind.
"Stop pretending to be curious while making physical contact. Do you think I don’t know your true intentions?"
He’s probably anxious that I might have relations with another oga.
Yuan pulled his arm away as if burned, panting for breath. Gillen noticed that the front of Yuan’s pants was soaked through. Like Gillen, Yuan seed to have completely gone into heat and couldn’t control his body.
The pheromones were a nasty thing, making even a man as proud and aloof as this lose his dignity and pant for sex. Gillen pretended not to see Yuan’s lower body and pointed at the oga male.
"I’m asking what you did to that man. If he’s hurt or dead—"
"I just knocked him out."
Yuan cut him off irritably and snapped his fingers. A suppressant and a syringe materialized in his hand.
He can use that kind of magic, too? Being a mage must be really convenient. Amidst the chaos, Gillen marveled inwardly at Yuan’s magic. In truth, he wanted to say it out loud, but he didn’t have the energy. His heart was beating too fast, and he could even feel the blood rushing through his body. Drip, drip. A nosebleed finally burst from Gillen’s nose.
Gillen quickly pinched his nose with his hand and practically crawled back to his own bedroom. From now on, he had to be alone. If he stayed with soone any longer, he was afraid the very thing he dreaded would happen.
Yuan, for his part, was too preoccupied to care whether Gillen moved or not. He drew the suppressant into the syringe, then grabbed the unconscious oga male’s arm like an object and rcilessly plunged the syringe into it. The entire contents of the ridiculously large syringe, which had been full of the suppressant, entered the man’s body.
Yuan yanked the syringe out roughly, not caring whether the man’s arm bled or not, and threw it to the floor as if flinging it away. Then he staggered into the next room. Even if he had administered a suppressant, he couldn’t stay in the sa space as an unconscious oga. That was common sense.
But there was sothing that the extrely sensible, intelligent, and capable Yuan had overlooked. That in the next room was a rutting alpha who, like him, was in an acute rut, and that this alpha had already sexually stimulated Yuan before.
As soon as he opened the door, entered, and closed it, Gillen’s pheromones hit his nostrils. The diverse and rich scent of the forest. A fragrance like the earth, blades of grass, and fresh air. It was the scent he had thought of and masturbated to throughout his recent rut.
"Hah, really... I can’t stand this anymore."
Yuan muttered and glared. Gillen was slumped over the bed. As if he didn’t even have the strength to go to the bed and lie down, he was sitting on the floor with his face buried in the bed. His large upper body heaved with his rough breathing.
Yuan’s body tilted as if it would topple forward. He ran in a precarious posture and grabbed Gillen by the collar. Gillen’s upper body was lifted powerlessly.
"Hah... get out. Get out, Brian..."
Gillen, his lower face stained with his nosebleed, couldn’t even recognize the person standing in front of him. It seed his brain was about to lt from the fever.
"Who is Brian?"
Yuan said as if spitting the words out, and summoned a suppressant with magic once more. Although he was relatively less affected by the pheromones thanks to quickly putting up a barrier, Yuan couldn’t hold out any longer either.
With no ti to even put the suppressant in a syringe, he shoved the bottle of potion directly into Gillen’s mouth.
"Oof! Ugh!"
The cold, hard mouth of the glass bottle hit Gillen’s front teeth.
"Ugh, it hurts...!"
He pursed his lips and covered his mouth with his two hands, which were as large as pot lids. Flabbergasted, Yuan growled.
"Stop your bullshit and lower your hands. You need to take the suppressant."
"Get out, Brian... hurry..."
Gillen kept his mouth covered and mumbled the sa words over and over. His eyes unfocused, he unconsciously started humping the bed.
"Are you daring to masturbate in front of ?"
Yuan let out a cold sneer. Still, Gillen kept his hands clamped over his mouth and repeated the words ’get out’. As if those were the only words left in his mind.
"What a remarkable sense of ethics."
It’s absurd enough that he’s mistaking for an old, white-haired butler, but the only thing he can say is ’get out’? Is he in any position to be doing that right now?
Instead of forcibly prying Gillen’s hands away, Yuan drank the suppressant. To be precise, he held it in his mouth.
Then he leaned down and kissed Gillen’s hand, which was covering half of his face. As soon as his soft, plump lips touched it, Gillen’s hand seed to instinctively lower, then wrapped around Yuan’s neck and the back of his head.
"Heup...!"
And a beast-like kiss began. Gillen’s lips devoured Yuan’s as if suffering from thirst. Their mouths naturally opened, and their tongues tangled deeply. Gulp, gulp. The suppressant flowed into Gillen’s mouth and down his throat.
Normally, suppressants take effect the mont they enter the body. This is because they imdiately suppress pheromones, relax the nerves, and then secondarily force the pheromone glands to close. Rut and heat suppressants were a joint creation of alchemists and mages, manufactured and sold under the managent of the imperial family. Of course, cheap, illegal suppressants were also circulating on the market, but the suppressant Yuan used boasted the highest purity. So this suppressant should have imdiately subdued Gillen, but...
"Hah... damn it, this feels so good..."
The suppressant didn’t seem to be working at all on the man who was shalessly sighing out such words while continuing to bite at his lips.
’Is it because this man is a pri alpha like ?’
Then he might need more of the suppressant. Yuan thought he should use summoning magic once more. He only thought it. His body didn’t want to separate from Gillen. No matter how crudely Gillen was rubbing his lips against his, even this was arousing.
That’s right. Gillen was literally ’rubbing’ his lips. After rubbing, he would suck on them with loud smacking sounds, and repeatedly thrust his tongue in and out. He would also bite down hard on Yuan’s lower lip, and roll his tongue in circles.
Gillen Blake’s kiss was the worst. It was clumsy and rough, like soone who had never kissed before in his life. Later, it even seed like he was trying to eat Yuan’s lips. It felt as if his lips were stuck to the suction cup of a giant octopus.
And yet, was it because his sexual senses were heightened to the max? Was it because his penis was so swollen it hurt? Maybe his brain had been thoroughly cooked by the heat of the rut. He couldn’t push Gillen away and responded to that primitive kiss.
Surprisingly, it was Gillen who ended the kiss first. He was the one who pulled Yuan away.
"Are you pushing away right now? You can’t even kiss for shit, and you dare push away?"
"Hah... I’m sorry. It’s my first ti, but I can’t... anymore..."
There was no focus in Gillen’s eyes. Veins stood out from his forehead to his temples and neck, and the corners of his mouth were slick with saliva. Though his face resembled a swift hunting dog, and his body was large, why did his expression look so much like... a whimpering baby bear...? He looked so pathetic and pitiful, and even a little cute, as if he would die if he wasn’t fed right away. Of course, in this case, he needed to be fed lips, not food.
But with that expression on his face, Gillen was currently rejecting Yuan.
"Please get out... Ugh, I’m begging you. Please... no more."
The sight of a robust alpha over forty years old saying that with tears in his eyes was... honestly, a bit moving. Sothing, whether it was his body or his heart, montarily fluttered inside Yuan.
"Are you crying now?"
Through his dizzying vision, he could see that the corners of Gillen’s eyes and the tip of his nose were red.
Is this man really crazy? He’s telling to get out while acting like this? Or is this also a tactic? Does he think that if he pretends to push away like this, I’ll hold him? Is he using this opportunity to try and have , even though he’s still in his right mind? All sorts of thoughts flashed through Yuan’s hot head.
"No, that’s not it... Heuu, damn it!"
Gillen cursed as if screaming, then suddenly slamd his forehead against the bedpost. Thud.
"Your Grace!"
Gillen’s forehead imdiately turned bright red. Startled, Yuan instinctively placed his hand on the bedpost. This ti, Gillen’s head slamd hard against Yuan’s palm.
Thump!
It was an incredible force. The bones on the back of his hand throbbed from hitting the roundly carved wooden post.
"Heuu, ugh..."
Gillen fumbled at his own body as if in pain, then pulled a small knife from his breast pocket. It was a sharp dagger that nobles always carried for ergencies. Without a mont’s hesitation, he drew the knife from its sheath and plunged it toward his own thigh. If Yuan hadn’t blocked it with his hand, the dagger would have been buried all the way in his thigh.
"Ugh!"
The dagger was completely embedded in the center of Yuan’s palm. The force was so strong that the blade had pierced through his rather thick hand. In the process, because he had raised his hand in the air to block it, Gillen’s thigh was unhard.
"Heok... heuu... why on earth..."
Gillen barely lifted his blurry eyes and looked up at the man in front of him. He had a vision of light pouring from Yuan’s beautiful face, which was contorted from gritting his teeth in pain.
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