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Chapter 132: Knotting
by Gideon“Haah… You’re so fucking slutty. No wonder I’m losing my mind.”
The excruciating pain gnawing at Jubin’s entire body felt so much like pleasure that he couldn’t keep his senses.
He just wanted this moment to last forever, hoping Zion would never stop this relentless fucking.
“Hngh!”
Watching Zion, completely aroused and feral, Jubin finally came first.
“Hyung, you looked so fucking hot when you came just now. You know that?”
Zion showed no intention of stopping his thrusts, only growing more frenzied as his own arousal peaked.
Even being fucked like this after coming was so maddeningly good that Jubin went limp, surrendering his body to him.
“Hngh… haah… haa…”
He was tossed and turned, filled and pounded. The prolonged, rough pressure made his consciousness slip away time and time again.
When Jubin’s consciousness finally returned from the brink, Zion’s cock was twitching menacingly inside his burning walls.
The internal pressure was so intense it felt like he would burst—a sure sign that Zion was about to cum.
“Hah… Wait. Zion.”
Though his entire body had gone limp, Jubin gripped Zion’s arm tightly, refusing to miss this chance.
“Inside. You know, right?”
At Jubin’s single word of permission, Zion’s lips trembled with excitement.
“I’m going to knot. Don’t move,” Zion warned, his voice thick with a low groan as he crushed Jubin in an embrace so fierce it felt like he might break.
“Hah…!”
The suffocatingly tight hold made Jubin’s head spin, but he was overwhelmed with anticipation at the thought of taking the knot with his whole body.
It was the pure, unadulterated instinct of an Omega.
After the agony of being pushed to the absolute limit, a terrifying sense of release awaited—one that forced all his senses to surrender.
The entrance that had stubbornly refused to open finally gave way.
Cr-crack!
“…!”
Something just tore open inside. Before his mind could even process it, his instincts screamed a warning. This is wrong.
“Hah, wait, wait. Not like this—!”
The rock-hard knot ground mercilessly into the newly opened passage.
“Ah, ah… it hurts…!”
Realizing intuitively that this was too much, Jubin desperately tried to push Zion away, his voice a strained cry.
But no matter how frantically he struggled, Zion only held him tighter, pinning him down so he couldn’t move an inch.
“Stop. Zion, I don’t want this…!”
Overwhelmed by terror, Jubin tried to cry out, but his voice cracked and came out as a mere whisper.
Zion’s cock, buried deep inside him, seemed to have found its perfect place, locking into position with a terrifyingly snug fit. The sheer girth of it stretched Jubin’s inner walls to their absolute limit, threatening to burst through the tight space.
It won’t come out. My body is going to be ruined…
“I’m scared, On… hic… I don’t want to knot… Please, stop…” Jubin sobbed, terrified that he would be torn apart.
“It’s okay, Hyung. Just trust me,” Zion soothed him, his voice tender. His gentle hand stroked Jubin’s hair, cradling him with desperate care.
“Just a moment. Please? Just a little longer. If I pull out now, you’ll get hurt worse.”
Zion’s cock, lodged deep inside Jubin’s body without a single gap, finally erupted, releasing a thick mixture of semen and fluid.
“Ha…!”
The searing heat felt like his skin was burning, and the scream of pain caught halfway in his throat.
The area where the hot liquid spread felt so excruciatingly sore, as if it were melting, that he wished he could just pass out.
The pain was so intense that his instincts screamed at him to pull away, but he clenched his teeth and endured it, terrified that moving would only make things worse.
Tears quickly pooled in his eyes.
The ejected semen immediately reached Jubin’s cervix, penetrating deep inside.
The pain intensified, and the tears in Jubin’s eyes streamed down his cheeks. Knotting. Fuck, this hurts like hell…
A wave of pain washed over Jubin, leaving him to let out a delayed, ragged groan.
“Ugh…”
Fortunately, the agony was brief. A strange sense of relief washed over him. The dull ache and heat spreading deep inside his belly signaled the knotting was over.
Ah, I finally did it with Zion.
Overjoyed, Jubin gently stroked Zion’s sweat-slicked back, calling his name softly.
“Zion? Is it over?”
He had been hugging Zion so tightly since before the knotting that he couldn’t even see his face, leaving him completely unaware of Zion’s condition.
Why is he like this? Why isn’t he moving?
“Zion…?”
As Jubin gently pushed against his sweat-drenched chest, tears splashed down onto his own cheeks.
“Were you… crying?”
I’m the one who’s hurting, so why are you the one crying?
“I’m sorry…”
Ah, my young and gentle Alpha. He was trembling, apologizing as if he couldn’t bear the thought of having hurt his partner.
“I must have been out of my mind for a second…”
“The knotting… it was a little painful since it was my first time, but it was only for a moment. It felt like getting a flu shot.”
Of course, it hurt more than that. But what did it matter? Jubin kept stroking Zion’s back, who seemed to be in more pain than he was.
“You should be happy. We knotted, so we’ll have a baby that looks just like us.”
Even then, Zion protested, casually wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
“The baby will definitely look like you. I picked you out so carefully after all…”
Jubin let out a short laugh at the absurdly sincere joke.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re saying I just need to take good care of the baby you picked out?”
Zion nodded solemnly.
Jubin reached out, wiping Zion’s tear-streaked cheek once more to reassure him. “They’ll be beautiful, just like us.”
“If they take after me, they won’t listen to a word you say.”
“I’m the same way,” Jubin countered.
Zion caught his breath, slowly lifting his upper body to smile at Jubin. Jubin pressed a gentle kiss to his reddened eyes and confessed, “I love you, Zion.”
Zion returned the smile, his expression bright and clear. “I love you too, hyung.”
After that, Jubin lost consciousness several times, but he spent the next ten days dutifully enjoying his heat and rut.
It was a perfect knotting.
The romance film had already drawn ten million viewers.
Its phenomenal success continued all the way to the Thyme Film Festival.
“Both of you have been nominated for Best Actor at the Thyme Film Festival.”
Zion had gone out to lunch with CEOs Park Ji-bun and Moon Woo-jin, who had invited him after a long time, only to be stunned by the news.
“A double nomination,” Zion added nonchalantly.
At the Thyme Film Festival, it was extremely rare for two lead actors from the same film to be nominated for Best Actor simultaneously. This was a tradition that underscored the festival’s own prestige. While Zion’s nomination was a natural outcome—given his solid filmography and the fact that he was always a top contender once he cleared the hurdle of the romance genre—Jubin’s case was entirely different.
“My filmography is too short… I probably wasn’t even a strong enough candidate.”
“The Thyme Film Festival selects nominees based on all films released within the year, regardless of whether they are a representative work or not. Iconic Mood received such critical acclaim from the audience, after all.”
Jubin had never even dreamed of winning an award. He was just grateful to be nominated and invited.
This will be a great experience, he thought.
Being nominated for Best Actor at such a prestigious ceremony felt like he’d used up all the luck in his life.
He found himself lost in thought, wondering what kind of bouquet would be best for Zion, and what gift he should give him, regardless of the outcome.
“One thing I’m worried about is that the fans of the two of you might split, which could put you at a strategic disadvantage.”
CEO Park Ji-bun voiced his concern.
“True. If the votes are split, a sole nominee from another project will have a much better chance of winning,” CEO Moon Woo-jin added, his voice laced with concern.
Zion, however, drew a firm line. “Director Andrew Jin cast the two of us as the leads, so there’s nothing we can do about it. That was his decision.”
“Right. If you look at it positively, it means both you and Jubin delivered overwhelmingly brilliant performances,” CEO Moon Woo-jin replied, trying to see the bright side.
But Jubin had already tuned out the conversation. He was quietly eating a side dish, his mind already made up: he wanted to give Zion a bouquet of Daphne, the flower that would suit him best.
I hope he likes it, he thought.
The only problem was whether he could even find Daphne locally.
The chef presented the first course, each ingredient meticulously prepared.
The appetizing dishes filled the table. As the server withdrew, CEO Park Ji-bun lowered his voice, his tone heavy.
“Do Ji, you’re attending the film festival, right?”
Park Ji-bun asked, his eyes searching Zion’s face. Zion had been resting at home ever since his final stage greeting for Iconic Mood‘s successful run.
It was because of the Rut Aftermath.
After knotting with Jubin, for some reason, his pheromone levels had failed to stabilize, forcing him into an unplanned hiatus.
CEO Park Ji-bun was already displeased that Zion’s income had plummeted due to their short-term contract, and now he seemed anxious that Zion might refuse to attend the film festival as well.
“I’ll go. But I want to share a room with Hyung.”
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