GCT 3

The longer the undercover period dragged on, the more confused Yohan became about many things. Sometimes, he couldn’t even tell what he was doing. There might have been limits to selling drugs and mingling with Vasquez members to gather information. Plus, he wasn’t sure if the FBI was keeping tabs on him or if this was some kind of demotion, which only added to his confusion. Was it a small relief that they hadn’t taken his desk yet?

‘Do I need to visit a psychic or something?’

Unless a ghost had latched onto him and cursed him, this couldn’t be happening.

The original mission was one thing, but with no leads to clear Diane’s injustice, and now Joel Declin, suspected of driving her to her death, had reportedly died by suicide. On top of that, Yohan had been mistaken for a gigolo and slept with an Alpha in rut. It was a disaster in every way.

Since that day, Yohan felt like he was walking around half out of his mind. Disliking this version of himself, he tried meeting new people on purpose, but even that didn’t go as planned. Even when he met a beautiful woman out of his league, he couldn’t make it to the bedroom.

Was he really going crazy? He kept thinking of Lear Crawford, unable to focus. Was this the so-called Alpha charm? Or maybe it was the shock of experiencing something like that for the first time.

Despite Ernest once mentioning something about a “buy-bust” or whatever, Yohan, as an undercover agent, wasn’t fazed by such things and paused his information-gathering.

The physical wounds from that night had healed, and he didn’t need extended recovery, but his mind was still troubled. Surprisingly, he found himself enjoying being taken by a man or feeling more than he expected, which threw him off.

One day, grappling with late-onset confusion about his trait and sexual identity, Yohan woke up late after a sleepless night, ate cheap instant food, and jogged around the neighborhood to clear his head.

A car was subtly tailing him. It was a Range Rover, out of place in this neighborhood. Yohan wondered if it was that guy from the party. He suddenly remembered the gun he’d left at home. Had he been too careless in this rough area? As he considered slipping into a building to hide, the tinted car stopped, and the window rolled down. Yohan tensed, but thankfully, it was someone he knew—Fiona Siff, a Vasquez member.

“Kitty!”

Pretending to jog casually, Yohan startled at Fiona’s call, stopped running, and looked at her.

“Fiona?”

“Yeah. Long time no see.”

“You’re telling me.”

Yohan let out a deep sigh, approached her car, and leaned down.

“You’ve looked busy lately.”

“Yeah, had some stuff going on. But, Kitty, I heard you’ve been hard to spot lately. Something up? You didn’t go into heat, did you?”

“Are you kidding? And that’s an Omega slur.”

“Touchy. Can’t say anything around you. Seriously, you in heat? Kitty, you should see a doctor; it could manifest late.”

“Do you know how old I am?”

Fiona laughed, saying Yohan was being sensitive. Still, for an Alpha in this neighborhood, she was decent. Without her, Yohan might not have infiltrated Vasquez, or if he had, he’d likely have been exposed as FBI early on. Reminding himself of this, Yohan held back and asked Fiona,

“Anyway, what’s up with showing up in this car?”

Fiona, who usually drove a beat-up car to blend in, was in a Range Rover. It didn’t fit this drug-filled neighborhood. She wasn’t showing off for no reason—something was up.

“You steal it?”

Yohan asked cautiously, and Fiona burst out laughing, saying he was still funny.

“Why would I steal this?”

“Then?”

“Corley gave it to me.”

Glen Corley, one of Vasquez’s top figures. Fiona was something like his right hand, which helped Yohan learn Vasquez was tied to Declin. Of course, some didn’t like Corley’s moves—like Jamal, another top figure. They’d grown up in the same foster home, like brothers, but money always trumped loyalty.

Yohan tried to stay neutral between them, but with Fiona recently siding with Corley, things weren’t as easy as he’d hoped. Especially today.

“Things are still tense because of what happened in New York. Everyone’s lying low.”

“Yeah, makes sense. Still, the cops probably won’t touch your customers.”

“You know how supply’s tight. Taking a break now isn’t bad.”

“You could lose clients.”

“My clients aren’t small fry. Plus, I’ve got ways to keep things rolling even if I take a break.”

Fiona laughed at Yohan’s smug shoulder shrug. Tapping the Range Rover, she said,

“I’ve got an eye for people. Kitty, you’ll climb up soon and ride cars like this with me. Right?”

Yohan wondered if this was his chance to dig deeper into Vasquez.

“Haha. Don’t just talk—help me ride a slick car. Dealing with the rich has its limits.”

Since they were linked to Declin, he might learn something about Diane.

“So, Kitty, there’s a new toy.”

“New toy?”

“Yeah. Use it right, and you’ll make big money, secure a spot, and maybe get a beauty like this.”

Yohan tilted his head, confused, and Fiona sighed, gesturing for him to get in the passenger seat. Yohan sighed, opened the door, and got in. He really should’ve brought his gun. He couldn’t fathom why he’d gone out to exercise empty-handed.

“You know how to dodge crackdowns, right, Yohan?”

“Just make new stuff with a new formula, hit fast, and get out.”

“Even druggies stick to one thing, but once they build tolerance, they look for something else.”

“There’s always early adopters, and if they spread the word…”

“Right. Especially when supply’s low compared to demand.”

Fiona tapped Yohan’s shoulder, praising his smarts.

“Exactly, Kitty. You get me.”

A college dropout, Yohan felt odd being praised for common sense but gave Fiona an awkward smile.

“By the way, I told the guys to look out for you. They still giving you a hard time?”

“They’re jealous. We’re in different leagues.”

“True, places like Calabasas jack up prices.”

“Good for a quick score. I’m taking a break now, though. So why drag me into the passenger seat for a secret talk? What’s this new product?”

Fiona sighed, glanced around, and pulled a small bag from her pocket. It held heart-shaped pills, pretty enough for fairies. This must be the “new toy” she mentioned.

“A new version of Candy’s finally out.”

“Candy…”

A synthetic drug that swept the area ten years ago, made from Pikal and Tikal (13) recipes mixed with heat cycle inducers and Omega trait enhancers. It induced hallucinations and made anyone, even non-Omegas, feel the intense pleasure of an Omega in heat. And… it was found in Diane’s body.

“You know about the New York incident where Alphas died in droves?”

“…Yeah. Every outlet was screaming about it.”

Unless you were in a cult living off-grid near Canada, you’d know. After that, Director Corey pushed a major overhaul, which is why Yohan was sitting here, looking dumb, listening to Fiona.

“I got part of the recipe for the drug at the center of that case.”

“But Candy…”

His voice trembled slightly, but Fiona didn’t seem to notice, cutting him off to continue.

“Yeah. Candy was wildly popular years ago, killed a lot of people too, so it hasn’t been around much.”

“And?”

“It used to mix Omega heat cycle inducers, but this is the Alpha version.”

“People really go all out…”

“No matter how much the world changes, the desire to be an Alpha persists. Alphas want to outdo other Alphas. It’s instinct. Their rut feels different from an Omega’s heat—electrifying.”

“…”

“With some reason intact, it feels more controlled, superior. That’s why they used to induce ruts during wars.”

“I’m a Beta, so I don’t get it. It’s not Animal Kingdom. Why are they so desperate to one-up each other?”

At rich people’s parties, Yohan overheard their creepy obsession with Alphas.

“Even beyond traits, you need hierarchy to get a car like this. Call it Alpha instinct.”

Fiona wasn’t wrong. Even outside traits, power struggles happened within the organization.

“Corley and I are expanding. Securing a spot in Vasquez is one thing, but we’re opening a club, so we need cash.”

“So you’re risking making a new product?”

He wanted to say selling the Range Rover would be smarter but held back, giving Fiona a skeptical look. She laughed, tapping the bag of product with her finger.

“It doesn’t have to be this, but we’re always at risk. Don’t we want out of this damn neighborhood like other organizations?”

“…”

“With Joel Declin’s sudden death, the higher-ups are fighting like hell. Small fries like us don’t want to get caught in the crossfire, so we’ve got to play smart.”

“Also an opportunity?”

“Exactly.”

Fiona tossed the bag of Candy onto Yohan’s lap.

“Let’s start light, Kitty.”

There wasn’t much Candy in the bag, but its reappearance, tied to Diane’s death, left Yohan uneasy. He wanted to quit, retreat to the mountains, and live peacefully hunting, but he’d come too far to stop. This could be the chance to unravel Diane’s death and her injustice.

“…Got it.”

Yohan grabbed the bag, stuffed it into his inner pocket, and zipped it up.

“See you next time.”

“Yeah. Get home safe. And, Kitty.”

As Yohan said goodbye and got out to head home, Fiona’s voice stopped him before he closed the door. Tensing, he leaned down, staring at her. She winked and said,

“That Thai place across the street’s good.”

Yohan nearly cursed but held back.

“Haha. Thanks.”

With a light farewell, Yohan closed the door. Fiona sped off like she’d been waiting. Standing there until the Range Rover vanished, Yohan felt heavy. And hungry.

‘Got screwed by a beast, and now I’m one too.’

Rubbing his stomach, Yohan glanced over. As Fiona said, a new Thai restaurant had popped up. Smacking his lips, he sighed deeply and hurried across the street.

Maybe because he’d been holed up at home lately, Yohan thought he was seeing things.

After picking up food from the Thai place Fiona recommended, Yohan returned home tired, pulling out his keys. He noticed the front door slightly ajar, light leaking through.

‘Damn it.’

A burglar? Or was the organization suspicious of him? He hadn’t done anything notable lately except botching a deal at that rich party. Plus, Fiona had just entrusted him with “new Candy,” a sign Vasquez was starting to trust him, even if it was just Fiona’s side.

Yohan took a deep breath, set the Thai food down in the hallway, and reached for the Glock he always carried. But he’d left it at home to exercise unencumbered.

‘Of course, now! This is insane.’

Searching for a weapon, all he saw was Grandma Minty’s walker stick next door. He didn’t want to touch her stuff, but with no gun or anything, he had no choice.

‘I’ll buy her a nice new one.’

Carefully grabbing the stick, Yohan quietly opened the door and crept inside. In his small studio, there was nowhere to hide, heightening his tension. Hoping it was nothing, he prepared to ambush whoever was inside.

“Hey, Kitty?”

Yohan dropped Grandma Minty’s stick at the sight of a man waving his tiger-roaring underwear. It was him. Lear Crawford.

“Are you insane?!”

“You like flashy stuff, huh? The underwear you left at the party had a leopard print. Oh, I threw those out—they were torn.”

Yohan hurriedly snatched his underwear from Lear. His face, and even his ears, burned.

This, this, this lunatic. His gut feeling about getting deeply entangled soon wasn’t wrong… Yohan frowned, pointing at Lear.

“Who are you, and how’d you find this place?”

“How do you live in this tiny space?”

“You bastard…!”

“You should clean your place. Living like this, you’ll catch something.”

Instead of answering, Lear spouted nonsense. Yohan’s blood boiled, but he held back, gripping his underwear tightly.

“Are you completely crazy? Barging into someone’s home like this? And a bit of bacteria’s good for health, you know!”

Lear remained unfazed by Yohan’s words.

“Yohan, you’ll age faster if you get so mad.”

“You!”

Yohan couldn’t hide his shock that Lear knew his real name. How did he know? Yohan racked his brain, wondering where his identity was exposed. He might need to report to headquarters and pull out. One misstep could ruin the operation, or worse, put his life at risk. No, dying here would make it all pointless.

“What did you just say?”

“Or do you prefer being called Kitty? Thomas doesn’t suit you. Whose idea was that?”

Lear raised an eyebrow, staring at Yohan’s stiff expression, and began reciting details about him like he’d memorized a script.

“Yohan… Kwon. Born to a third-generation Korean immigrant family, youngest of two boys and one girl—…”

“Stop!”

“Why? Probably no one knows you as well as I do. Want to test how much I’ve dug into you?”

As if it were a personnel issue, Lear mockingly said, “Rangers lead the way,” in a sloppy salute. Not only did he correctly say Yohan’s Korean name, but he also knew about his Ranger Regiment past.

“What? Surprised I know so much about you after just one hookup? Cute.”

Lear burst out laughing and stood up. Yohan flinched at the man’s towering height, bigger than the doorframe. But he quickly stood defiantly, saying in an irritated tone,

“Yeah, you lunatic. But seriously, how’d you find my place? You weren’t even sane…”

“With your identity exposed, you think I couldn’t find your cute little hamster nest?”

Lear tapped his temple, gesturing to use common sense. The guy was infuriating from head to toe.

“Even if I was out of it in rut, I’d remember your adorable face.”

‘Adorable’? Yohan got goosebumps hearing a word he hadn’t heard since preschool.

“Just in case, I’ve got CCTV in every room.”

“Crazy…”

He’d gotten tangled with a complete psycho.

“Our steamy sex tape is securely stored, so no worries about leaks.”

Lear grinned, suddenly pulling out his phone and turning up the volume. Yohan’s “huff huff” moans blared. It was daytime, and the place wasn’t soundproof. Panicking, Yohan lunged at Lear to grab the phone.

“Hey!”

He managed to lower the volume, but the problem was he ended up in Lear’s arms. Lear grinned, groping Yohan’s butt.

“If you’re this eager, I won’t stop you.”

“Get lost!”

Yohan pushed Lear’s chest, but Lear slid his hand into Yohan’s pants. Wearing loose sweats, the large hand slipped in easily.

“You even endured rut and knotting for 500 bucks. With a Beta body, no less.”

The 500 dollars Yohan took from Lear’s wallet came to mind. Damn it. He should’ve taken more. Or at least his watch. It’d feel less unfair… Yohan belatedly cursed his stupidity.

“And, Kitty, you know you’ve got a nice ass?”

“You crazy bastard! Who’re you calling a gigolo?!”

“Wasn’t dealing drugs enough, so you sold your body?”

Yohan froze, then struggled to break free. Lear hugged him tightly, pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top. He looked down at Yohan, starting to unfasten his watch.

“Get, get off!”

“Working three jobs with such a delicate body? Impressive.”

Had the dictionary definition of “delicate” changed, or was this dominant Alpha mocking him with that nonsense? Yohan didn’t want to get riled up by it. He thought about smacking the guy pinning him down but instinctively reached for his gun. Realizing he wasn’t carrying it, he felt defeated again. Was today cursed? Why was everything going wrong?

“Get off!”

No matter how strong he was or how long he’d been an agent, the odds of overpowering a massive dominant Alpha without a weapon were slim. Lear pressed down with his weight and asked,

“Don’t like it?”

“I don’t…”

Before Yohan could say he didn’t, Lear cut him off.

“You didn’t dislike it. Didn’t it feel so good you can’t forget it?”

“You know you’re insanely annoying, right?”

“But you’re not denying it.”

Lear pulled down Yohan’s pants and began stroking his penis. Despite not being an Omega, Yohan’s body, perhaps naturally responsive, quickly grew wet and hard under Lear’s touch, which he found cute.

“Ugh… I said no…!”

Blushing and shouting at Lear, Yohan’s protests didn’t match his body, which trembled with the spreading pleasure coursing through his nerves. The guy in front of him was a jerk, but Yohan felt like he was some hopeless pervert. He didn’t want to moan under that rough, large hand, but it wasn’t as bad as he thought to be toyed with by that hot palm.

“Already this wet and you say no?”

“It’s because you’re touching… Ah… It’s just a natural male instinct, ugh… Don’t overdo it.”

“An instinct that gets hard this fast? Been holding back a lot?”

“What…!”

Yohan was flustered by his lower body reacting without permission. To get this hard from just a little touching… As Lear said, Yohan hadn’t been with anyone since that night, nor had he even masturbated, which might explain it. And despite Lear being out of his mind, the fact that he was incredible at sex was undeniable. It was Yohan’s first time being taken, and it hurt like hell, but his body remembered the intense pleasure just as much.

“Hm? No? Then who’s been touching your cute little dick, some other bastard?”

“No one… touched…”

Lear pressed Yohan relentlessly, unfazed by his squirming.

“It’s fine, tell me, Kitty. Who’s been touching your cute dick?”

His voice was infuriatingly sweet and gentle while obsessing over someone else’s dick, but Yohan, face burning, shouted at Lear.

“It’s not cute at all?!”

He wanted to argue his dick was perfectly sized and pretty enough to model (?), but Lear blocked his urethra, scratched it with a nail, and gripped the shaft tightly, stopping him. Yohan twisted his hips, stomped his feet, and looked at Lear with pleading eyes to let go. But Lear wanted the answer he was fishing for.

“Kitty. So. Who touched it?”

“If someone touched it… huh? Who are you to ask!”

“I don’t like others touching what’s mine.”

Yohan felt like his dick might burst or break. He still had modest dreams of marrying a Beta woman before forty, building a normal family, and raising kids like bunnies… But at this rate, he might end up impotent.

“Crazy…! Ugh! Let go, let me go…”

“Answer properly.”

Lear not only held Yohan’s penis but twisted it slightly. Yohan’s legs shook as he groaned, pushing at Lear’s solid shoulders and shouting,

“Damn it! I haven’t been with anyone…!”

“Hm?”

“I… ugh… damn it, I touched it myself!”

Satisfied with Yohan’s answer, Lear’s face softened, and he slightly loosened his grip. As Yohan trembled and came, Lear kissed his lips, slipping his soft tongue into the gap, thoroughly exploring Yohan’s mouth filled with hot breaths. Overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, Yohan felt dizzy.

“As feisty and cute as your nickname.”

As their lips parted, Yohan glared at Lear and slammed his fist into the mattress. Hearing “cute” and “adorable” was infuriating, and this nobody commenting on his body pissed him off, but he couldn’t overpower him, which frustrated him more.

It had been a while since Yohan felt this powerless, and it pissed him off.

“Damn it!”

What made him even angrier was that his heart raced and his stomach heated up again under Lear’s half-crazed purple gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, Kitty. Your dick might burst.”

“Crazy bastard.”

“Oh, that makes me even more turned on.”

Yohan was baffled by Lear’s perverse comments. He couldn’t tell what got the guy so excited. Frowning in annoyance, Yohan told Lear,

“You’re heavy, get off.”

“Nope.”

“…Seriously.”

Why was a grown man acting like this? Despite Yohan’s exasperated expression, Lear didn’t budge and kept saying what he wanted.

“Seeing you enjoy yourself alone makes me jealous.”

“Not your lower half getting jealous?”

“Jealous is jealous, whatever it is.”

Lear, answering cheekily, unbuckled his pants. Yohan’s gaze naturally drifted to Lear’s lower half, and he instinctively swallowed at the still-impressive sight.

“Damn, that anaconda-looking dick is still there.”

“Everyone falls for it.”

“Bullshit. It’s disgusting.”

Lear chuckled at Yohan’s words, shrugging his shoulders.

“Talk like that, and I’m a bit hurt.”

“Hurt, my ass.”

“Not bragging, but plenty of people, regardless of gender or trait, go crazy for this guy. You were the craziest, though.”

“Wanna die?”

“Sure, sure. Death by sex isn’t bad. So today, I’ll serve you hard.”

“Serve, my ass!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth more than 500 bucks.”

“Stop talking nonsense and just get lost.”

“It’s nonsense, yeah. A guy like me should charge 5 million, not 500. Right?”

Lear bragged like it was a steal. Annoying as it was, Yohan thought a porn starring this guy could probably fetch that much.

“Annoying bastard.”

“Thanks.”

Lear, smiling at Yohan’s words, pulled a small flat case with condoms and lube from his blazer’s inner pocket. Yohan was dumbfounded by Lear’s thorough preparation. He’d clearly come here with this in mind.

“When did you prepare all this, you bastard?”

“Thought we could have fun while we’re at it. So I came prepared.”

Yohan stomped his feet at Lear’s “two birds, one stone” nonsense, shouting,

“You know you’re a total lunatic? Go see a doctor.”

“Thanks for the concern, Kitty.”

Lear winked, saying he felt nicer hearing so many thanks today, and grinned brightly. He tossed his blazer to the floor and unbuckled his pants, kissing Yohan again, who wore a baffled expression.

At this point, Yohan half gave up. With this much effort, maybe it was okay to indulge once. He’d always been the one holding others, but being held like this felt strange. Not bad, just awkward. Lear’s large hand slid down Yohan’s body, grabbing his legs. In an instant, he flipped Yohan over.

“Hey, wait…!”

“It’s fine.”

“Who says it’s fine?”

Yohan wanted to yell about the humiliation but briefly thought it might be okay. Lear’s forceful approach made him click his tongue. But Lear, unfazed by Yohan’s outburst, said cheekily,

“Lying face down takes less strain.”

Yohan didn’t know if it was true, but Lear’s gentle tone as he slipped a pillow under him—should he call it kind or ask how much experience made this so natural? Yohan knew Lear’s skills were impressive, but he still looked at him skeptically.

Lear grinned, swiftly put on a condom, and poured a generous amount of lube on Yohan’s prone backside. Startled, Yohan turned to look at Lear. Beyond the crazed look in his eyes, Lear’s now-harder, larger dick swayed wildly, making Yohan swallow hard.

“You’re really doing this?”

He’d taken it once, but the sheer size dried his mouth with fear. It felt like it’d tear his ass and wreck his insides. The first time was reckless, but a second time seemed wrong. Hadn’t he suffered afterward? Yohan thought he might end up with sex trauma and turn to the religion he’d avoided, saying,

“No matter how I think about it…”

As Yohan tried to say it wasn’t right, Lear cut him off.

“You know pulling out now makes you total trash, right?”

“I’ll be trash.”

Lear clicked his tongue, smacking Yohan’s butt, saying,

“Tch, a justice-serving agent volunteering to be trash? As a taxpayer, that’s disappointing.”

The spot Lear’s palm hit stung.

“Your tone’s annoying as hell… Ah! No, do you even pay taxes properly?”

“Of course. You looked me up, right? I pay a lot.”

Bragging he was among California’s top taxpayers, Lear made Yohan shout in frustration.

“So what! Big deal! You think you’re the only one… ugh!”

Lear clicked his tongue again, pinning Yohan’s nape and lifting his lower abdomen with the other hand, rubbing his penis against him. Yohan felt Lear’s dick vividly, his body heating up and breath growing ragged from the slick, slippery sensation.

“Ah, ahh…!”

Yohan’s hips bucked from the spreading pleasure. Lear smirked, slipping his index and middle fingers into Yohan’s hole, teasing the inner walls and going deeper.

“Ugh…”

Yohan trembled at the unfamiliar sensation. Lear spread his fingers, forcing a path, sighing as he made it tough.

“I’m putting it in.”

“Wait…!”

“Don’t worry, Kitty. I won’t tear you.”

“That’s nonsense! That’s not even the issue…! Ugh!”

Lear’s fingers pulled out, and he forced his glans into Yohan’s twitching hole. The lube soaking the bed, creating more laundry, made it easier, but Yohan’s body collapsed in seconds.

“Ah… it hurts…”

His hole stretched smooth, and his pelvis felt forced open, making Yohan’s breath catch. But Lear, struggling with the tight fit, said,

“It’s fine… Damn. It’s gonna snap. Kitty, relax a bit.”

“Ugh… it hurts…”

Despite loosening up, handling Lear’s massive size wasn’t easy. Yohan’s knees kept slipping, his body clinging to the bed, screaming for mercy.

“Ugh!”

Lear, unable to watch, clicked his tongue and thrust his penis in fully. As it forced its way in, Yohan’s vision darkened, and he felt faint.

“Ugh, ugh… stop… ah…!”

As Lear’s movements grew intense, Yohan nearly bit his tongue but gritted his teeth to endure. Unable to hold on, his body collapsed. Lear, noticing Yohan’s spasming thighs, smacked his lips, hugged him tightly, and pressed down with his weight.

“Ah, ugh… uh… stop…”

“Sucking me in like this, are you kidding?”

“No, ugh, no… ah…!”

Yohan shook his head, telling Lear to stop the nonsense. But Lear moved his hips leisurely, teasing mockingly. The coarse pubic hair grazed his skin, and the large, hard penis filled and moved inside him, making Yohan feel like he was choking.

“Ah… ugh, ngh… ah…”

The pain mixed with pleasure drove him crazy. Lear hit every sensitive spot precisely, as if piercing through him. Yohan panted, trembling at the squelching sounds below. His senses felt wide open, wondering if this was okay. His stretched hole let Lear’s penis plunge to the root, stirring his insides, driving him insane.

“Uh, ugh… ahh, ngh…”

Not just his body, but his mind felt like it was breaking. The overwhelming stimulation threatened to make him pass out. Then Lear lifted Yohan’s hips, thrusting in and out almost violently.

“Ah, ugh… uh… it hurts… ah…!”

Yohan clenched his teeth at Lear’s relentless pace. His knees scraped the sheets, slipping constantly. His body trembled like a seizure, but he endured, taking Lear. Unaware, Lear grabbed Yohan’s butt, spreading it, and said smugly,

“Ha… don’t we fit so well?”

“Shut… up… ugh… uh…”

Lear, claiming to be touched, worked his dick harder than his mouth, saying he’d serve Yohan well. Something felt like it was entering where it shouldn’t, lifting his hips. Yohan’s moans poured out, his body collapsing. But Lear shook him roughly, uncaring.

“Ah… I’m gonna die… ahh!”

Yohan felt like he was falling apart, like something bad was about to happen. What hurt his pride was that Lear was his first and second man, both times delivering mind-blowing sensations. Was it because Lear was experienced or were all dominant Alphas like this? He couldn’t tell.

“Stop… ah… I’m gonna… ugh!”

He reached his limit. The urge to come twisted his hips, and he couldn’t think. Even moaning was hard. But Lear wasn’t ready to let him go.

“Hold it.”

Yohan froze at the commanding tone. Lear gripped his penis tightly, pressing his body down again. His penis seemed to pull out to the tip before slamming back to the root, hugging Yohan tightly.

“Ugh…”

As overwhelming pressure and the urge to come hit, Lear’s deep sigh poured over his back. The beastly behavior vanished, and like a tender lover, Lear kissed Yohan’s temple, whispering in a low voice,

“Ha… You’re so hot, I thought I was in rut again. Are you really a Beta?”

“You… bastard… ah!”

Yohan thrashed at Lear’s words. Lear laughed, releasing him. Feeling Lear’s penis slip out, Yohan melted into the bed, throwing the pillow at him. But Lear casually deflected it, grinning.

“Don’t waste energy, Kitty. You know I’ve got three condoms left, right?”

Yohan wanted to spit in Lear’s annoying face. But Lear, uncaring of Yohan’s feelings, laughed, grabbed his ankle, and said,

“Shall I be the rutting bastard you mentioned?”

After three more rounds, Yohan begged Lear, “If I die from this, I’ll curse your dick to make you impotent.” Lear sighed, stroked Yohan’s waist, and looked regretful. Proving he was a perverse psycho, he pulled out twice more before stopping, staring at Yohan’s limp body.

Maybe because he was younger or because dominant Alphas were like this, his monstrous stamina was undeniable.

“I’m dying…”

Yohan knew he needed to shower but put it off, burying his face in the pillow, groaning. Meanwhile, Lear came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, pulling a cigarette from his pocket.

“Hey, no smoking in my house.”

Yohan snapped, annoyed at Lear pulling things out of his blazer like Doraemon.

“Your place is already a mess; some smoke won’t hurt.”

“You bastard…!”

Ignoring Yohan’s anger, Lear lit the cigarette anyway.

“Kitty.”

“What, Liz (14)?”

Calling Lear “Liz” in retaliation for the nickname made his eyebrow twitch. Yohan laughed, realizing why people used nicknames.

“Don’t like it?”

“Not really.”

“Your face says otherwise.”

Lear forced a smile at Yohan’s words. Honestly, his good looks made it tolerable, but for anyone else, it’d be disgustingly fake.

“Whatever. Don’t force a smile.”

Lear sighed deeply. Stubbing out the cigarette on some paper, he asked Yohan,

“So why Liz?”

“Your eyes are like Elizabeth Taylor’s. Rare purple.”

Look at him blushing from a compliment. Yohan forced down a smirk, seeing Lear’s eyes waver, and kept teasing casually.

“And Liz is cuter than Lear. Or should I call you Bess? Queen’s nice too.”

Lear found Yohan’s teasing chatter absurd but cute.

“Do whatever you want.”

Boring guy. When Lear didn’t react, Yohan’s fun fizzled, and he pouted, getting up. His waist ached with every move. Not wanting to show pain, he casually picked up the tiger-roaring underwear Lear had tossed. He needed to clean. As Yohan was about to tell Lear to leave if he was done, Lear spoke.

“Gonna wear those?”

“…They’re clean.”

“…”

“Really!”

“Sure…”

They were clean, just not neatly folded in a drawer. Yohan wished Lear would stop inspecting his underwear and leave so he could shower and sleep. But Lear, showing no sign of leaving, strode to the window, opened it for ventilation, and threw a question at Yohan.