AOA 63

Without even lying, it felt like my waist would melt just from his pheromones. I couldn’t stop trembling as I gripped Baek Mugyeong’s hands and arms that were holding my waist. His shaft pushed in until my butt was being crushed and I could feel the coarse body hair of a man.

“It’s… it’s all in now.”

“What the hell…”

Drunk on pheromones, I couldn’t feel any pain, but tears welled up from the sheer sensation of being spread open. My blurred vision made it impossible to see his face properly. It felt insanely good, but it was so one-sided. Frustrated, I hit his shoulder.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to hit you. Haa… ngh, ahh—”

Before I could even finish, Baek Mugyeong drove his length in hard. It was nothing like the slow and sticky thrusts from earlier. His movement was rough.

My vision sparked from the very start. Moans spilled uncontrollably from my mouth.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms tightly around Baek Mugyeong’s neck. His pheromones flooded into my world.

*

I lay on the bed doing nothing but breathing, yet my body ached and throbbed all over. I wanted to roll onto my side, but every time I tried, my muscles and joints screamed.

“Ow, ow…”

I tried leaning slightly to the right, but I couldn’t bear the body’s protests and flopped back to lie flat, staring up at the ceiling.

Across all the time before and after regression, I’d had sex with Baek Mugyeong four times. The first and second times were during my manifestation as an omega, so my mind was hazy and I didn’t remember much. The third time, I got caught up in Baek Mugyeong’s rut, and my memory blanked out halfway through.

Today was my heat. Maybe because it was near the end, I remembered everything clearly, what happened, how it happened. Of course, I did lose rationality at the very end, but the fact that I hadn’t passed out was somehow both encouraging and strange.

The sex was still good, but I kept remembering the embarrassing and shameful moments in between, and I wanted to kick the blanket in frustration. More than anything, it had been exhausting.

I finally understood what it meant to feel completely drained. It wasn’t just laziness, I didn’t even want to lift a finger, but I had to get up.

Every time we had sex until now, I’d only come back to my senses after the date had changed. My body had already been washed and my clothes changed.

But now, I was still a mess, covered in sweat and semen. There was no way I could sleep like this.

And more importantly, Baek Mugyeong was a problem. I was sure it would be unbearably awkward if we ran into each other after he finished showering.

We’d had sex like we were out of our minds, but I had no idea what to say afterward.

“Ugh… heave-ho.”

I forced myself up despite the dull ache and barely managed to sit upright, right as the bathroom door connected to the bedroom opened. Baek Mugyeong appeared, wearing a bathrobe.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

Baek Mugyeong, who had spoken mostly in informal speech during sex, had returned to being polite. I avoided his gaze and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

He’d come out of the shower way too fast, I’d missed the perfect chance to quietly disappear.

“I drew a bath for you.”

Surprised by his unexpected words, I looked at him wide-eyed. He tilted his chin toward the inside of the bathroom.

“For me?”

“Can you move?”

“Of course…”

I tried to stand up without even realizing I was naked, but my legs gave out from under me and I collapsed back down.

Unbelievable.

My face flushed with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe my legs had given out from just one round of sex. One humiliating thing after another kept happening today.

“Ahem.”

Baek Mugyeong cleared his throat, and it rang in my ears like thunder. I was sure I detected a hint of laughter in his voice, it wasn’t just my imagination. I felt my ears burn in real time. Unable to look at him, I forced myself upright and perched on the edge of the bed.

“I’ll help you.”

“I’m fine…!”

I cried out desperately. If I let Baek Mugyeong help me now, I’d want to drown myself in a bowl of water.

But he didn’t listen. He strode over, picked me up with ease, and slung me over his shoulder like a sack. I clung to his neck and back, trying to keep my balance.

With every jostle, I could feel something leaking between my buttocks. Realizing it was Baek Mugyeong’s semen made my mind go blank.

“Uh, um…”

“If you squirm, you’ll fall.”

“It’s… it’s leaking.”

“We’ll be at the tub soon.”

Just as he said, we passed through the dressing room and reached the bathroom quickly. The bathtub was filled with steaming hot water.

Even though I’d been carried like a package, Baek Mugyeong set me down into the tub very gently. As I sank into the hot water, all the aching, soreness, and even the shame and awkwardness began to dissolve.

“Can you wash yourself?”

“Yes, I can. Earlier, I just didn’t have the strength. I’m not hurt, and I’m fine. Really, I’m okay.”

I emphasized that I was totally fine. If Baek Mugyeong ended up washing me too, I might actually die of shame in the bath.

Thankfully, he nodded without protest and left the bathroom.

“Wow…”

Having dodged a humiliating death, I let out a sigh of relief and slid under the water. As I submerged completely, the tension drained from my body.

It was a little surprising that Baek Mugyeong had gone out of his way to draw a bath. Just like Choi Jaeha had once said, he was surprisingly considerate.

Still, I didn’t understand why he’d suggested having sex in the first place. Saying it was because of my heat didn’t quite fit, since it had already been near the end.

I couldn’t even ask.

I grumbled to myself, but there was no answer to be found. Eventually, I pushed the question to the back of my mind and emerged from the water.

I wanted to enjoy the bath more, but it felt wrong to linger too long in Baek Mugyeong’s en suite bathroom. Once I was relaxed enough, I rinsed off.

There were no clothes to change into, but thankfully, I found a bathrobe hanging in the dressing room. It was Baek Mugyeong’s and much too big, but I had no choice.

After roughly towel-drying my hair, I stepped out into the bedroom, and the first thing I saw was Baek Mugyeong sitting in a chair. Dressed in a full coat, he looked ready to head out.

The once chaotic room had been tidied up. The blanket that had fallen to the floor was back on the bed, and the clothes scattered around were gone. It looked like Baek Mugyeong had cleaned up while I was bathing.

“Are you going somewhere?”

“I’m heading back to the hotel.”

Only then did I remember that he had come here after hearing I’d suddenly disappeared. The heat had mostly faded by now, and if Baek Mugyeong wanted to sleep elsewhere, I couldn’t stop him.

As I stared blankly, Baek Mugyeong sighed. For a man who acted like he wouldn’t bleed even if stabbed, that sigh was surprisingly human.

Before regression, I would’ve thought he was disappointed in me. But now, it just felt like he was frustrated.

“Wait.”

He stood and approached me. In his hand were a bottle of water and two white pills in a foil packet. Even without explanation, I knew they were birth control pills.

Without saying much, I took them. Remembering how I got pregnant right after our first time before the regression, I wasn’t taking any chances.

After swallowing the pills, I looked at Baek Mugyeong as if to ask, So what now? I ignored the pleasant scent coming from him. After sex that left my legs limp, his pheromones felt like perfume.

Our eyes met, locked, in a silent standoff.

If Baek Mugyeong walked out now, that would be it. But he stood there, watching me in silence for a long time.

Finally, I opened my mouth with effort.

“Do you have something to say?”

“I don’t like acting on impulse.”

It wasn’t hard to understand what he meant. Suggesting sex had been an impulsive decision.

That answered my lingering question of Why?, easing my frustration just a little.

People act on impulse all the time and end up regretting it. Like saving up allowance to buy those sneakers you’d been eyeing, then walking out with a windbreaker on a whim instead.

I don’t regret buying that windbreaker. But someone like Baek Mugyeong, with his cool and rational personality, probably didn’t like how this situation turned out.

“Well, it happens sometimes.”

I responded casually, and he gave me a strange look, as if he’d heard something ridiculous. I hadn’t said anything bad, so I didn’t get why he looked at me like that.

“You’ve got no sense of danger.”

“Sorry?”

“This is what it means for an omega and an alpha to live together. We’re affected by each other’s pheromones.”

“Well, sure…”

It was common knowledge among trait carriers. Whether alpha or omega, everyone said we were slaves to pheromones. It was a popular theme across all kinds of media too.

“I don’t like this situation.”

The crease between Baek Mugyeong’s brows deepened. His expression clearly showed how annoyed he was. My heart skipped a beat at the tiny flicker of hope.

Divorce? Separation?

But the words that followed were not what I expected.

“An omega’s heat cycle is usually regular. Go to the hospital and get it checked. Let me know your schedule. I’ll keep the door locked during that time.”

“…Okay.”

Baek Mugyeong looked like he was about to say something else to me, but changed the subject instead. I, who had broken into his room, clung to his pajamas while naked, and fell asleep there, could only nod silently. I had nothing to say even if I had ten mouths.