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Chapter 116: Squishy Like Jelly
by GideonA faint smile escaped my lips.
“You’re jealous of Chan-gyu, jealous of Do-won… so why are you jealous of Ji-soo? Just because she’s a woman?”
Ever since I lent Actor Seo my clothes, I’d been deliberately interfering whenever she tried to get close and talk to him alone.
“Seo Ji-soo is an Alpha.”
“…Huh?”
It wasn’t that I disliked her for being a woman. It was that I disliked her even more because she was one.
“Wasn’t she an Omega?”
“She’s an Alpha. An Alpha who’s harboring ulterior motives even after noticing the tension between you and me.”
I had been completely wrong about her all along.
I’d thought she was using me to get closer to Zion, but I had misidentified the target from the start.
The person she was interested in wasn’t Zion—it was me.
Guilt choked me, making it hard to speak.
“I didn’t know… I couldn’t feel his pheromones,” I finally managed to murmur.
The chip meant you had to be on a similar pheromone frequency to recognize someone or exert even a slight influence on them.
“Luckily, Ji-soo and I don’t seem to have any pheromone compatibility.”
“Ji-soo seems to be able to feel yours, though,” Zion added firmly, as if correcting me. “She said she’d return your clothes, but then she complained about the cold and ended up taking them anyway.”
Ah, my clothes…
It wasn’t a favorite piece of clothing, but I’d liked it because it was so heavily saturated with Zion’s pheromones…
“If I ever give it back, throw it in the trash immediately. Who knows what kind of sick shit they’d do with it?”
His voice turned icy, dripping with distaste. He tightened his grip on Jubin, as if refusing to let him go.
“Well, it’s not like I only have one shirt,” Jubin said.
“I’m the one who’s pissed. I feel like they’ll cherish it forever.”
Do Zion’s jealousy is terrifying, Jubin thought, squeezing Zion back even harder.
“Our Zion is so jealous.”
“Should I stop being jealous? Do you hate it?” Zion asked casually, though he knew Jubin’s feelings all too well.
Jubin couldn’t help but smile. “I love it. How could I possibly hate it?”
One of the best things about Zion’s place was that the parking garage and elevator were completely private. The moment they entered the garage, they were in their own world.
Jubin sucked and nibbled at the nape of Zion’s neck, leaving a vivid red mark. He stared at the mark, satisfied with the result.
“I only want to do this with you.”
As he spoke, Jubin suddenly became aware of the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath.
“Sorry… You probably hate the smell of booze…”
Zion just rubbed his head gently against Jubin’s, as if to say it was fine.
“It’s your scent. My favorite—the scent of Cha Jubin.”
Ever since when, Jubin couldn’t say, all his tension simply melted away whenever Zion was near.
It was as if his defenses were being dismantled, his judgment slipping. He felt a cozy, overwhelming sense of security, like being wrapped in a warm blanket.
Cradled in Zion’s arms, Jubin opened his eyes. He saw Zion’s back reflected in the polished elevator wall.
His waist tapered smoothly, boasting a perfect inverted triangle physique. It was Jubin’s favorite body.
He couldn’t ignore the pheromones tempting him any longer. Jubin rubbed his forehead against the man’s shoulder and whispered softly.
“…I’m hard.”
At Jubin’s honest confession, a faint chuckle brushed against his ear.
“Just hold on a little longer, Hyung.”
Ding. The elevator doors slid open with a clear chime. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but hearing him drop the honorifics and call him Hyung felt more devastatingly effective than usual.
Just being held like this isn’t enough. This is too much stimulation.
“…No more informal speech.”
The man started walking slowly.
“Why? It’s just the two of us.”
Jubin’s spirit sank at Zion’s stubborn retort—So what if we’re alone?
The front door recognized them and swung open automatically.
Thud. Zion carelessly kicked off Jubin’s shoes.
Jubin expected to be carried straight to the bedroom, but Zion headed for the nearest bathroom instead.
“Careful,” Zion murmured, gently lowering Jubin into the bathtub. His hot tongue licked the hollow of Jubin’s collarbone.
“Ngh… I haven’t washed yet,” Jubin groaned, tilting his head away.
As if even the time to wash was a waste, Zion stripped Jubin bare with a few deft movements, his hands never stopping their slow, teasing caresses.
Jubin was completely naked in an instant. Zion began to wash him, mixing the act with lingering foreplay. He rubbed the soft, spreading foam into Jubin’s skin, pretending to scrub while actually massaging him everywhere.
“Nnnh… that tickles…”
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Jubin’s body was reacting with agonizing sensitivity.
“Hyung, do you know how sensitive your skin is?”
Zion asked as his fingertips caressed the tender flesh of Jubin’s inner thigh.
“It turns red the moment I press it like this.”
He relentlessly rubbed the space between Jubin’s inner thighs and the cleft of his buttocks. The combination of water, foam, and the warmth of Zion’s hand created a slickness on his skin, and with every touch, the stimulation built steadily.
“Nnh…”
“Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Hyung, stand up and hold my shoulders.”
Jubin obediently gripped Zion’s shoulders as he stood. With his arms spread wide, Zion mercilessly pulled Jubin’s buttocks apart, then thrust his fingers into the wrinkled entrance.
“Ah…!”
Unlike usual, being pleasured while standing made Jubin’s lower abdomen tense up, and his upper body naturally leaned forward.
Thrust, thrust!
The sound of the penetration quickly turned into a wet, squelching noise.
This feeling… being stretched open like this… it’s so strange…
At that moment, Jubin gasped as he felt something slip out from inside him.
“Zion… It’s out…”
“Yeah. Just rinse off quickly, then let’s go to bed.”
Jubin wanted to stay wet, having rushed through his shower, but Zion stopped him.
“Dry your hair. You’ve been drinking in the dead of winter—you’ll catch a cold.”
As Zion reached for the hairdryer and started drying his hair, Jubin let out a sigh.
“Hah, seriously…”
The pile of heat packs by the front door was proof enough: Zion never compromised when it came to health.
“It’s better than catching a cold.”
Jubin knew Zion was just trying to take care of him, but the man’s calm demeanor—drying his hair after making him so worked up—was infuriating.
“Right, right. Why don’t you just dry me completely, all the way down there?”
Zion couldn’t help but laugh at Jubin’s grumbling.
“Just hold on a second. I’ll use my mouth right away.”
His coaxing tone bought me a moment of patience, but the sight of his sturdy, shirtless muscles sent a shameless surge of desire through me.
Before the moisture on my head had even dried, I snatched the hairdryer from his hand and switched it off.
“Let’s do it.”
Our lips fit together like a perfectly matched puzzle, locking in place no matter how we shifted.
“Mmm…”
They say the one who loves more is the one who hurts more, but any such worries evaporated like melting snow.
The affection and lust I’d been holding back burst forth, flooding my inner walls. Instead of feeling ashamed of the wetness, I felt a thrill of excitement, knowing it would only let me take him in even deeper.
“Hyung, I don’t think I need to use my mouth anymore.”
Had the valve of my desire been turned to the open position? My inner walls were already gushing.
“It’s mixed with your pheromones, Hyung. So slutty…”
His expression darkened with lust. As he watched Zion’s satisfied face, the area between Jubin’s thighs grew sopping wet, fluid dripping steadily down.
He slid a finger inside to check.
“Look at this. It keeps seeping out.”
Jubin slowly traced his lower lip, savoring the heady rush of arousal. “That’s because it’s you.”
“You always say exactly what I want to hear. I fall for you every single time.”
His heart melted again at Zion’s maddeningly sweet tenderness. The gaze fixed on him was brimming with love.
As Zion rotated his wrist, stimulating him from within, the wet, squelching sounds echoed loudly.
“Hngh…”
A wave of pleasure washed over him. Is it the alcohol? This feels… exceptionally good…
“I love this spot,” he murmured.
“Ngh!”
“It’s so soft and squishy, like jelly.”
Every time he touched that specific spot, Jubin’s lower abdomen and thighs tensed violently. At the same time, he weakly gripped the man’s fingers. But the wet digits slipped away, leaving him wanting more.
He pried Jubin’s thighs apart with both hands and settled himself deep inside. His rock-hard cock forced the opening wide as it pushed in.
“Ugh.”
He pressed his palm firmly against Jubin’s lower abdomen.
“Is this where your womb is?”
“Hngh…!”
Jubin could feel him clearly beneath his navel.
“Don’t… don’t press there. It feels like it’s going to pop out…”
The man widened his eyes in feigned ignorance.
“It’s strange how different we are, even though we’re both men. Sometimes I start to think you were made just for me.”
Jubin bit his lip hard against the pressure pushing inside him.
When they did this often, his body would get used to the stimulation, making it easier to take. But Zion was so large, and since it had been so long, the pressure of him pushing in sent a wave of tension through Jubin’s body.
“Hyung, relax.”
The adrenaline of first-time nerves surged through him. His sensitized nerve endings were on edge, making the pleasure more intense than usual. The heightened arousal they felt for each other, and the pheromones that only reacted to one another, made the whole experience feel new and unfamiliar.
“Hah…”
Finally, Jubin couldn’t hold it back any longer, and a sweet, breathless moan escaped his lips.
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