NUTMEG 33

Minje immediately headed for the parking lot. The huge, solid body of the car with a large logo emblazoned on the front stood out. The car, parked under the shade of a tree, was emitting a heavy engine sound, indicating that the ignition was on.

He knew Wonoh had been uncomfortable about something since the morning, and he felt so pathetic for only thinking of himself like a fool. Wonoh had noticed when I was sick just from a single throat lozenge. He wanted to do the same for him. He wanted to ask what was wrong, buy him porridge and medicine, and apologize for what happened earlier.

Phew. Minje let out a breath and knocked on the car window. There was no answer for a long time, perhaps because he was sleeping from being sick.

He would knock one more time, and if there was no answer, he would go buy some medicine himself. Just as he resolved to do so and raised his hand for a second knock.

Click.

The lock was released.

“The director said you were sick so…”

Minje opened the passenger door in front of him and, surprised by the pheromones that literally seemed to pour out, let out a stupid sound, “Huh.”

“Hyung.”

Wonoh was lying with the brown seat fully reclined, blinking his eyes slowly.

His pheromones, which had been trapped in the small space, instantly enveloped Minje as if in a flood. A shiver that felt like his entire nape was being thoroughly chewed up and mangled wrapped around his whole body several times. The pheromones fell with a fierce momentum, like a waterfall drenching his entire body.

The fingertips of Minje, who was still holding the passenger door, trembled minutely, a tremor only he could feel. Even without looking at Wonoh’s swollen groin and his eyes softened with heat, he could feel it clearly.

It’s his rut.

The first thing that came to his dazed mind was that Wonoh had been controlling his pheromones during sex all this time.

And the second thing that came to mind was.

‘Suddenly getting caught up in a rut is the worst thing that can happen.’

It was the doctor’s warning.

He was by no means taking the IUD side effects lightly. Quite the opposite. Because he absolutely had to have the IUD in, he had to prevent the removal of the IUD due to side effects at all costs. To do that, of course, he should close the door right now, turn his back, and run away.

He knew it in his head, but…….

Minje’s eyes shook erratically. Just then, Wonoh continued to speak in a hoarse, subdued voice.

“Yeah. I think it’s my rut. Phew. Hyung, can you close the door?”

“…Are you okay?”

It was a stupid, pointless question. Minje continued to stand there holding the passenger door. It was all he could do to just stand due to the overwhelming pheromones. Wonoh let out a smirk.

“If I’m not okay. Are you going to help me? Forget it. I’m going to get some rest.”

“……”

He was telling him to close the door and leave. He should do that, but his feet wouldn’t move.

Wonoh, as if it was too hard to speak further, looked up with a languid face and stared intently at Minje. The corners of his eyes were flushed red with heat, and his breathing was becoming slightly ragged. His tongue, peeking out from between his red lips, slowly moistened his dry lips with saliva. His gaze remained fixed on Minje. He looked like a predator in front of its prey, and Minje swallowed dryly.

“…When your rut starts, …are you going to call someone else?”

“Well…?”

Wonoh smiled slowly. Minje’s lips just moved, and then he slowly backed away.

“…Okay. When you feel better, contact me.”

“Yeah.”

Minje closed the passenger door with a thud. And he stood in front of the door for a long time.

Minje knew all too well what a heat was like. It was because Minje had to experience a heat, which naturally occurred once every six months, unnaturally several times a month. A heat was a time of becoming an animal, a time when reason and emotion were cleanly erased and only sexual desire and instinct remained.

It was amazing that Wonoh could speak normally while emitting that level of pheromones. Was Wonoh different because he was a dominant? No. That couldn’t be. If anything, he would be more strongly affected.

If left alone without taking any measures during a heat period, one would suffer from a fever for three or four full days. It was agonizingly painful, and one would be so consumed by desire to the point of madness that one couldn’t even see, trapped in the sensation that one’s own body had become a giant sex organ. Masturbating alone did not help. This was because for an Alpha, the heat only ends by knotting, and for an Omega, by accepting that knot.

Minje just couldn’t turn his back and leave this place.

It was even more so because he knew how hard it would be for Wonoh. Since he had always wanted to be a source of strength for him and to comfort him, wasn’t it natural that he would want to help Wonoh, who was suffering from his rut?

……No.

That wasn’t the reason.

At first, he just thought it would be nice if Wonoh didn’t hate him.

He thought it was because he was his first friend. As long as they could stay like this, he didn’t care if he thought of him as a pervert, or as a pathetic guy who was only interested in sex.

But at some point, he had become an unbelievably greedy person.

He wished he wouldn’t give Jeong Danbi that kind of gentle smile. He wished he wouldn’t talk to Jeong Danbi on the phone at night. He wished he wouldn’t film the drama either. If he films the drama, he’ll have a kiss scene with her and dating rumors will spread. By then, I won’t even be a friend or anything.

That was, all too clearly, the ugly emotion called jealousy.

He suddenly felt like crying.

Jealousy, it was a feeling that shouldn’t exist between him and me. It would be nice if he was mistaken as usual, but everything was pointing in one direction so accurately that it was no longer hard to ignore.

The reason he felt jealous was because Cheon Minje liked Choi Wonoh.

Probably from the first time Wonoh said he wanted to be friends. Or maybe from when he said it was fun acting with me, or when he casually handed me porridge and medicine. Or maybe from much longer ago.

There was no way he couldn’t like him.

Actually, he had known all along and had been desperately pretending not to.

Actually, he wished he would only give that gentle smile to him. He wished he wouldn’t have those kinds of video calls with anyone. He wished he would think of him as much as he thought of him. He wished he would stay by his side for a long, long time, even after the movie was over.

He wished Choi Wonoh would like him.

They were ridiculous desires. There was no way Wonoh would like such a pathetic, greedy person.

‘Who would genuinely like you if they knew what you were like.’

It would be just as Soohyuk had said.

There were more than enough reasons for him not to like me.

Minje recalled Wonoh with his feverish eyes beyond the dark car window.

But there was one thing left that he could do, not out of greed, but to help.

Just as Soohyuk had said, Omegas and Alphas were beings created to help each other. Like Soohyuk, who used to call Minje during every rut, did Wonoh also have an Omega to spend his rut with? The thought made his chest ache, just like when he saw Wonoh talking to Jeong Danbi. Even though he said he hated pheromones, Wonoh would probably need an Omega during his rut.

But right now, they were in the middle of a film set. Maybe that’s why Wonoh, unable to call a suitable Omega, was waiting for his suppressants. Suppressants taken after a rut has already started have a minimal effect. He knew that well, having heard it from Soohyuk to the point of being sick of it. If the rut doesn’t subside like that. Would Wonoh really call someone? Another Omega?

That alone was absolutely unbearable.

I can help. Because of the IUD, neither pheromones nor heat would come, but Cheon Minje was an Omega.

He wished he wouldn’t suffer. Because he liked him, he wanted to do anything he could to help. Even if it was something that would hurt him, it didn’t matter at all.

Minje knocked on the car window again. The lock released immediately, as if he had been watching.

He opened the passenger door and sat on the seat. Wonoh, who had been staring at Minje, suddenly laughed.

“I couldn’t even masturbate because you were standing there the whole time, hyung.”

At those words, Minje looked back at the spot where he had been standing until just now. From the inside, the outside was clearly visible. The thought that he had been completely exposed standing there with a grimace on his face finally made his face turn red.

“…You should have. It wasn’t visible from the outside at all anyway.”

Wonoh, with his feverish eyes, threw his head back and laughed coolly. It was a smile Minje liked. A faint smile also appeared on Minje’s lips. Wonoh, as if his fever was rising, let out another low sigh and raised his arm to cover his eyes.

“Phew… Having you close makes me really want to do it. A rut is a rut, I guess.”

At those words, Minje’s heart foolishly fluttered. Because it seemed like he still liked having sex with him. It could have just meant that because it was his rut, he wanted to do it with anyone, but in that moment, that’s what it sounded like to Minje.

“Let’s do it.”

“…Hyung. If you say it like that right now, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Wonoh moved the arm that had been covering his eyes and looked at Minje. His pupils, which had always been light in color, were now dyed a deep shade. Haa, letting out another feverish sigh-like moan, Wonoh slowly caressed the inside of his own thigh with his hand. The shape of his fully erect penis was clearly visible through the gray sweatpants.

“You said you wouldn’t do it with me today.”

Saying that, Wonoh gripped the testicles below his thick, long penis. The sight, down to the veins popping on his thick arm, was excessively obscene.

“I want to do it.”

Minje reached out his tingling hand from the pheromones and stroked his penis from where he sat. Then he slid his hand inside the sweatpants. Wonoh momentarily narrowed his brow and let out a low groan.

“Haa… hyung.”

The cock, hot and flushed red from the intense fever, twitched and grew in size in Minje’s white hand. As if the pheromones were coming from the cock itself, the thing in his hand hardened and swelled, and the pheromones that filled the car grew denser.

At that amount of pheromones, even though he was only using his hand, it was Minje who found it difficult to hold back his excited moans through his clenched teeth. Every action felt stimulating and intense, as if thousands of thin needles were entering through his lungs and continuously piercing the most sensitive spot inside.

It was in that moment that Wonoh, who had been lying down and exhaling hot breaths, yanked Minje’s arm, which was jerking his cock.

“Ah! Hmph, oop.”

Their lips crashed together messily, and Wonoh’s tongue, hot enough to burn, immediately slid into Minje’s mucous membrane. A kiss that seemed as if they would devour each other followed. Wonoh’s ragged breath hit his nose, pressed against his cheek, and hit his nose again as the two swallowed each other’s panting breaths into their mouths. After the kiss, which continued endlessly like a running horse, ended, Wonoh muttered in a hoarse voice.

“Heuk, what is this……”

It was a sensation as if his mind was being completely taken over by an arousal that seemed impossible to relieve. The impulse to stick his cock into a tight, wet place and relieve this heat filled his head. Anything, right now. Just then, Minje leaned his upper body forward and took his large cock, which was dripping transparent fluid onto his T-shirt, into his mouth from the head in one go.

“Kk, hyung.”

The penis, which felt hotter than molten lava, was sucked into Minje’s wet and soft mouth. Minje skillfully hid his teeth and moved his head up and down, making slurping sounds as if he were sucking on something delicious. Looking at his flushed side profile, Wonoh bit his lower lip to swallow the violent feeling that was surging up. His breath came in short, dry gasps as he wanted to grab Minje’s small head, which was engrossed in sucking his cock in an uncomfortable position, with both hands and shove his cock down to the back of his throat.

In that moment, Minje succeeded in opening his jaw to its limit and pushing the head into the back of his throat. A wave of nausea must have hit him, because the moment it touched his throat, the tightly constricting mucous membrane made Wonoh’s vision flash black. Not stopping there, Minje narrowed his mouth and sucked up the shaft.

“Haa… Hyung. I think I’m going to cum.”

At those words, Minje, who showed something like a faint smile, looked up at Wonoh with fully aroused eyes. His round tongue was pressing down on the urethral opening.

In an instant, Wonoh’s reason flew away with a whoosh. Whether it was because of the wet eyes looking at him, or because his cock-sucking technique was too good, there was no time to think about the reason. Wonoh grabbed Minje’s head with both hands and bucked his pelvis. It was an instinctive movement caused by the excitement that filled his brain.

Keub, oop, oobeut, making pained sounds, Minje didn’t pull his head back or move his hands away, but rather gripped Wonoh’s thighs and leaned his upper body further to get the head into his throat.

“Kk…!”

The penis that had been tightly filling Minje’s mouth twitched and spurted out hot, fishy semen. Even in that moment, Minje was sucking up the shaft and licking the head clean. It was driving him crazy.