AOA 17

For some reason, I’d had cold symptoms since the day of the wedding. After taking medicine, I’d feel slightly better, only to get worse again. Maybe it was from alternating between freezing air-conditioned rooms and diving into the ocean.

In the end, I gave up on ice cream and drank a warm cup of tea with honey instead. I told myself that if I took medicine before bed and skipped swimming tomorrow, I’d get better quickly.

But my prediction was wrong.

Just in case, I’d taken both cold medicine and a fever reducer, then gone to bed in long sleeves. I had prepared thoroughly, but my condition suddenly worsened while I was asleep.

Unable to withstand the heat radiating from my own body, I woke up just before 3 a.m. My body was soaked with cold sweat.

I had a fever, but it was still manageable. I told myself that if things didn’t improve by morning, I’d call the hotel doctor. I changed out of my sweat-soaked clothes, took more cold medicine and fever reducer, then lay back down.

The second time I opened my eyes, it was because someone was calling my name.

“Mr. Minchae! Jeong Minchae!”

My body was being shaken. My eyes burned from the fever, but I could still recognize Baek Mugyeong easily.

The lighting inside the bungalow wasn’t as bright as in Korea. The soft orange glow cast deep shadows across Baek Mugyeong’s face. This wasn’t a dream, it was real.

“Why…?”

The first thing that came to mind was: why was Baek Mugyeong here? I was lying in the large bungalow bed, and he had booked a separate room. There was no reason for him to be here.

Had I called him?

During check-in, he’d said to contact him if there was any problem. But I had no memory of touching my phone.

“Take this.”

Uncharacteristically, Baek Mugyeong spoke informally. I didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, so I couldn’t resist when he pressed medicine into my mouth. Only then did I remember, I’d been burning up from the fever.

Only when water entered my mouth was I able to swallow the pills. The lukewarm water brought no refreshment.

Instead, the coolness of Baek Mugyeong’s palm on the back of my neck was what saved me. It felt like the heat was draining away into his hand.

I was completely out of it, but I clung to the lifeline. The moment he removed his hand, I grabbed it tightly.

“Mr. Jeong Minchae?”

“I’m… too hot. So…”

I couldn’t form coherent sentences, but I gripped his hand tightly. And it felt even cooler.

Just then, someone spoke to Baek Mugyeong. I turned my blurry gaze toward the voice. Two men in white coats stood near the foot of the bed.

The older of the two began speaking with Baek Mugyeong. They were speaking in English, and with all the noise, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. My heart pounded like a drum, and a shrill ringing in my ears sounded like someone blowing a blocked whistle next to me.

Baek Mugyeong turned back toward me and said something, but I couldn’t hear a word. Overwhelmed by heat and thirst, my consciousness faded again.

Thanks to the cool energy flowing from his hand, I could barely breathe, but it wasn’t enough.

Would my fever drop if I just took a big bite out of him?

I was aware of how extreme my thoughts were, but it felt like the perfect solution.

“Mr. Jeong Minchae!”

At last, I heard Baek Mugyeong call my name loudly. Regardless, I clutched his hand with both of mine and brought it toward my mouth. I wanted to bite him.

“―!”

He shouted something and tried to pull his hand away, but I clung to it with desperation. Even when my body swayed right with the force of his struggling, I didn’t let go.

Then Baek Mugyeong gripped my right forearm tightly. I managed to lift my head and meet his gaze.

The face that was usually so stoic was now twisted with confusion, panic, unease, and disgust. He couldn’t hide the whirlwind of emotions. His lips moved like he was saying something, but I couldn’t hear a thing.

The sound of my heartbeat, the ringing, the heat, the thirst, it was all too much. I felt like I’d faint any second. Just before that moment hit, I thought: maybe if I devour him completely, I’ll feel better.

And then, suddenly, Baek Mugyeong’s lips touched mine. Before I could even process it, his tongue forced its way in.

Hot and firm, it swept through me with no hesitation. And I desperately wanted it. Overwhelmed with the scent of wet wood, flowers, and musk that radiated from Baek Mugyeong, I clung to him with burning desire.

I knew what might come next, but the thought disappeared in less than a second. My mind went blank.

*

A wet sound echoed loudly. Thin moans were mixed in. When I realized the voice was mine, my mind returned briefly.

“Hhh… ngh…”

A large cock was pounding deep inside me, pushing Baek Mugyeong’s body flush against mine. One of my legs was hooked over his arm, bent halfway, and pinned under him. I trembled.

I had no idea how many times I’d blacked out and come back again. The moments of clarity were fleeting.

Trying to recall how this had happened, I was swept away once more by pleasure. Each time, I silently cursed.

So this cold… had been a symptom of manifestation.

Before the regression, I’d just been feverish and weak, and at some point, ended up having sex with Baek Mugyeong. Now was no different, only the starting memory was clearer. Everything else was nearly identical.

There was no time to question why my omega manifestation had come two years early. My thoughts never lasted long. Pleasure crashed into me relentlessly. Each time Baek Mugyeong thrust his hips, the world turned blindingly white.

Everything about him stimulated me. His breath, his low grunts, the feel of his sweaty palms gripping my leg, his violent thrusts below. His body heat melted into mine, sending me into bliss.

“Ah… ngh… huh…”

Every time I opened my mouth, a messy moan slipped out along with my ragged breathing.

My only sexual experience before now had been with Baek Mugyeong, during my first manifestation. That intense memory was fragmented, just a blur of sensation.

This wasn’t much different. But during the few moments I returned to my senses, I’d think about having to face him later, fully aware, and that was terrifying.

“Agh—ngh.”

But the future didn’t matter for long. As Baek Mugyeong gasped and thrust harder, my mind once again went white.

It felt like I was pinned under a boulder. All I could do was pant for breath. I instinctively scratched at his back, but the solid man only drove deeper.

It felt like I could draw his cock as if it were etched inside me. More than anything, his presence was overwhelming. The unfamiliar ecstasy was so intense, I thought I might cry, from fear, from joy.

“Wait, ngh… Baek, Mugyeong-ssi… ngh…”

Feeling like I was losing my mind, I called his name, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he moved even more intensely.

“A-ahhh, nghhh!”

At some point, I reached climax again. I didn’t even know how many times I’d come. My cock, pinned under him, was already soaked in cum.

Struggling to breathe, I felt Baek Mugyeong finally tremble as he held me tightly. I felt something filling me.

With his lips pressed to my shoulder, his soft groan conveyed a strange sense of satisfaction.

Was it true that, as an omega, you could tell how satisfied your partner was during sex? Before the regression, I’d only lived as an omega for a few months. I knew the theory, but lacked actual experience.

“Now…”

As the tension left my body, I felt completely drained. I started to unwrap my arms from his neck to say we should stop, but when I looked up and met his eyes, I couldn’t finish the sentence.

His eyes were half-glazed. He was looking at me, but unfocused. I’d never seen Baek Mugyeong look like this before.

“Mr. Baek Mugyeong.”

When I called his name, his gaze finally sharpened.

“Jeong Minchae.”

He practically growled my name. His low voice and feral glare were threatening.

That alone made it suddenly hard to breathe. My heart pounded. Blood rushed to my head. And the lower part of me, still joined with him, tightened.

Despite feeling like I was skewered, my body flared with heat again. His cock, which had gone soft for a moment, hardened once more. It was ridiculous, almost infuriating.

“You really…”

Baek Mugyeong muttered, then leaned in and kissed me with a force that made it feel like he wanted to devour me. Just like earlier, it was overwhelmingly rude, but my body melted.

I couldn’t form a rational thought anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, tangled our tongues, and chased the pleasure.

I’d wished the world would end while lying in bed many times before. Like when I misaligned my answer sheet during the English midterm in my second year of high school. Or long before that, when I broke my father’s treasured bonsai pot just before graduating elementary school.