RACA 60

Eunsol licked his parched lips with his tongue. Fidgeting with his fingers, he cautiously moved his hand down.

Even before he touched it, its presence was palpable. Instinctively knowing this heat wouldn’t vanish quickly, Eunsol bit his lip once more.

Then he slowly pulled down his trousers.

A warm sensation enveloped his palm. Eunsol squinted his eyes and slowly stroked his hand from top to bottom.

“Ugh…”

The slightly soft penis began to gradually harden, changing the sensation in his hand. It had been an incredibly long time since he’d soothed himself like this.

Lately, so many events had piled up that he’d been too with his head on the pillow and sleeping. Besides, he’d always been the type who could sleep anywhere.

“Haa, um…”

The sensation on his palm felt unfamiliar but satisfying. Finding it intriguing, Eunsol gradually increased his pace. His own excitement grew in tandem.

“Haah, uh, haah……”

Even alone, he judged making a sound was dangerous. Biting his lip, he lifted his head slightly, clenched and unclenched his hand, and stimulated his genitals by shaking them up and down. Soon, fluid began dripping from the tip.

A fresh, sweet strawberry scent drifted into his nostrils. Eunsol realized it was his own pheromone, and at the same moment, he noticed an unexpected place had become damp.

“Ah…”

His wide-open eyes trembled slightly. He thought he had grown somewhat accustomed to it by now, yet he still found himself sinking into bewilderment like this from time to time.

Moments when he realized his body was preparing to accept an Alpha. Eunsol hurriedly pressed his lips shut.

Resuming the gesture he had paused, he quietly moved his other hand behind him. His fingers traced the hollow before carefully pushing his index finger inside.

“Hah.”

Just as he’d suspected, he felt a slippery liquid on his fingertips. Since becoming pregnant, he hadn’t been intimate with Pyo Jaebeom, so naturally, he’d forgotten about this too.

‘Well, he seems like a simple person after all.’

Eunsol slipped his finger inside. He felt damp, soft skin and the warm heat transferred directly.

Staring at the ceiling, he pushed it in a little deeper. He gently rubbed it, but one finger felt too shallow, so he added his middle finger.

The sensation of rubbing, pressing, and spreading returned as a different kind of stimulation than when touching the front.

“Haah, haah, haah.”

Before he knew it, Eunsol was stimulating both front and back simultaneously, gradually building his excitement. He lifted his hips slightly and swayed his waist back and forth a little.

His vision blurred white. His breathing grew even more ragged, and moans kept escaping between his teeth. He had long forgotten his worry that Pyo Jaebeom might return.

“Ah…!”

With a gasp, thick fluid erupted from what was hidden beneath the covers. It didn’t stop at just once, repeating several times over, soaking Eunsol’s hands and wrists.

“Haah, haah.”

Eunsol let out uncontrolled breaths and relaxed his body. Only when the pillow touched his head did reality slowly return. His hands glistened with moisture, and the area between his buttocks felt sticky too.

‘I‘m sorry, I’m really sorry.’

Eunsol, who had belatedly remembered the twins, apologized first. He needed to get up and clean up, but whether it was due to exhaustion or something else, he found it difficult to move his body.

After swallowing several times, he belatedly realized his dizziness wasn’t from excitement but a headache. His throat was parched. He desperately needed a cool glass of water. To resolve all this, he couldn’t stay like this.

It was then, when Eunsol finally opened his eyes after closing them, rustling as he kicked off the blanket.

“Eunsol-ssi, I need to change your ice pack…”

In that moment, Eunsol felt as if he himself had turned to ice. Stiff and frozen, he could only look at the door.

Pyo Jaebeom, frozen in the very posture he’d been in just as he opened the door, came into view. His brow were slightly furrowed.

Suspicious eyes scanned the room before finally settling on Eunsol. More precisely, on his lower body, now starkly exposed since the blanket had vanished.

“What the…”

His eyes widened as he saw his buttocks and genitals exposed by his half-slid-down pants.

“Eek!”

Eunsol was the first to come to his senses. He let out a short scream and hastily pulled the blanket over his face. His vision spun, and heat surged up from the back of his neck. It certainly wasn’t just because of the cold.

Unable to bear looking at Pyo Jaebeom, Eunsol quickly turned his body and lay facing the wall. He desperately hoped he would quietly leave.

But sadly, there was no sign of him leaving the room. The very fact that there was no movement only made it painfully clear he was still there beside him.

“Lee Eunsol-ssi.”

As if that weren’t enough, Pyo Jaebeom called out Eunsol’s name. His voice sounded no different than usual, but he didn’t feel relieved.

Eunsol pulled the blanket up over his head and closed his eyes. Even so, he knew he couldn’t pretend he’d fallen asleep.

“Well… um… Yeah, I get it. You’ve got a fever, and if you’re giving off pheromones this strongly, your senses must be heightened too.”

Pyo Jaebeom cleared his throat before speaking, his words making Eunsol feel embarrassed, words that were worse than saying nothing at all.

“Since that’s possible, why don’t you… get up first? The sheets seem soaked too, so we’ll have to change them, right?”

Faced with Pyo Jaebeom’s relentless persistence, Eunsol could no longer pretend not to notice.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll handle this myself, so please step asid….”

His voice trailed off in embarrassment. Burying his head in the pillow, it was more of a mumble than a whisper.

Even so, Pyo Jaebeom, with his keen hearing, must have heard it clearly. But there was no reply coming back. Did he just leave without answering?

Counting twenty seconds silently, Eunsol quietly lifted his head and glanced back.

“Huh!”

He gasped upon spotting Pyo Jaebeom leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Then, wondering if he’d overreacted, he looked around and glanced around cautiously.

‘Why the hell aren’t you leaving!’

His eyes even show he’s displeased.

“I understand that Lee Eunsol-ssi is in an awkward situation. But no matter what, I’m not so inconsiderate as to turn my back on someone who’s hurting.”

“I know very well you’re not that kind of person, sir…”

Eunsol, flustered, quickly replied, but even that seemed to ruffle Pyo Jaebeom’s feathers, as he let out a sigh.

“But you want me to just leave? Do you think that would make me feel better?”

No way. But how could he possibly show himself like this to Pyo Jaebeom? Eunsol wished he’d just close his eyes and leave.

But no matter how he looked at him, Pyo Jaebeom showed no sign of backing down.

“I know, I know. But as you can see, my situation is a bit complicated. Could you just pretend you didn’t see me today?”

“Why? If you’re embarrassed because you got excited and played with yourself, don’t worry about it. It’s perfectly natural, right?”

Eunsol screamed inside at Pyo Jaebeom’s nonchalant remark. If only he hadn’t put it so bluntly!

No. If it was Pyo Jaebeom, he brought it up on purpose. Eunsol glared at him. Sure enough, the corners of his mouth were turned up in an infuriatingly smug way.

It was a face he hadn’t seen much since actor Pyo Jaebeom recovered his memory, which made it all the more irritating.

“Ugh, come on! If you know that, just let it go.”

Eunsol, barely swallowing the sound that threatened to escape his mouth, gave him a desperate look. He was well aware, just as Pyo Jaebeom had said, that the sheets were getting wet in real time.

It wasn’t just because of the fluids he was leaking; it was also because, as he said, they’d forgotten the ice pack.

“Well, I’d say helping Lee Eunsol-ssi is a wiser way to resolve the current situation than that. Don’t you agree?”

“I said no….”

Pyo Jaebeom showed no sign of backing down. He couldn’t understand why he was being so stubborn.

Eunsol tried to hold out until he left somehow, but it seemed like he had other ideas.

“Eunsol-ssi, you seem to have forgotten, but you’re currently pregnant. Engaging in strenuous activities or overexerting yourself during pregnancy isn’t advisable.”

“No, it’s just that…”

Saying it like that just makes people feel awkward again. Pyo Jaebeom spoke in a calm tone as he slowly approached Eunsol.

He still had the blanket pulled up over his head, so he didn’t realize he was right beside him until it was too late. More precisely, he only understood the situation when Pyo Jaebeom grabbed the blanket and pulled it down.

“Huh!”

The blanket was pulled back, and Eunsol looked up as his view suddenly cleared. Pyo Jaebeom was looking down at him with an enigmatic gaze.

“As I said earlier, I must take full responsibility for the twins. So helping you, Eunsol, is also my job.”

Speaking with unnecessary firmness, he reached out his arm.