Chapter 80: The Price of a Wish

As we checked in and rode up to the room, a subtle distance lingered between us. Even in the cramped elevator, we stood at opposite ends, our hands never brushing. That distance persisted all the way to the hotel room door.

The moment Han Jung-woo opened the door with the card key and stepped inside, our eyes met simultaneously, and our lips found each other first.

“Hmph.”

Our teeth clacked together with the abruptness of the kiss, making us falter for a fleeting moment. But just as quickly, we resumed as if nothing had happened, continuing our passionate embrace.

The bed was only a few steps away, yet we couldn’t even reach it, lingering beneath the soft glow of the motion sensor light for what felt like an eternity.

As thick pheromones began to saturate the room, he pulled away momentarily, then gently wrapped my limp arm around his neck.

“Hold on tight.”

Carefully, he lifted me into his arms and walked towards the bed.

All the while, he peppered kisses across my face, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. I found myself smiling along with him.

He laid me down as gently as one would a feather, then moved to hover above me.

Our lips reconnected, and as we continued our tender kisses, we slowly divested each other of our clothes.

“Could we… turn off the lights?”

Now fully exposed, my swollen belly suddenly made me self-conscious.

As I reached for the blanket, he caught my hand, shaking his head. There was no need, he assured me.

“I don’t care what you look like, Yoo Seo-jin.”

Just as I was about to voice my concerns, he guided my hand downwards, pressing it firmly around his hardened erection.

His member, which had been swollen since our time in the car, was now steadily leaking clear pre-cum.

“This one doesn’t lie, does it?”

His utterly frank response rendered me speechless, my mind momentarily going blank.

In that instant, with my hand still gripping him, he began to move his hips in subtle, rhythmic motions.

“Haa…”

His hot breath grazed my cheek.

When I lowered my gaze, then lifted it again, our eyes met. His pupils, fixed solely on me, were intensely dark.

What I had already thought was fully engorged only grew further with each movement.

The thick shaft became increasingly hot, so much so that I wondered if my palm might be scorched.

“Yoo Seo-jin… ngh.”

Burying his face deep into my neck, he trembled violently.

At the same moment, a thick gush of semen erupted onto my rounded, swollen belly.

As I inhaled deeply, the room filled with a scent reminiscent of a cold winter.

Regaining his breath, he pulled a handful of tissues from the bedside drawer and gently wiped away the flowing semen.

“They say if you like someone, you start to resemble them. This one’s honest too, I see.”

“Huh? What—”

He chuckled playfully, then lightly flicked my erect member.

As I shivered from the sudden stimulation, he watched me silently before bending deeply at the waist.

“Wait, ngh.”

His hot, wet membrane fully enveloped my shaft.

The sensation was incomparable to mere touch, causing my vision to bleach white and then return in dizzying waves.

“Does that feel good?”

He briefly pulled away, asking, but I couldn’t utter a word.

Taking my tightly clenched hand, he once again took me fully into his mouth.

“I’m, I’m going to cum, hngh!”

Pleasure exploded all at once, propelling me to an instantaneous climax.

I knew he was still holding me in his mouth, but there was no time, no chance to push him away.

He remained nestled between my thighs until I finished, only rising after a short while.

With puffed-out cheeks, he rolled his tongue as if savoring something, then swallowed it with a gulp.

I didn’t need to ask what it was; I already knew.

‘Even in my dazed state, the words ‘you crazy bastard’ rose to the tip of my tongue.’

“They say an Omega’s bodily fluids taste sweet to an Alpha. It seems it’s true.”

“…Please, just shut up.”

“Tsk, tsk, you should only say pretty words.”

Wiping his mouth, he rested his cheek against my swollen belly.

He seemed to stay quiet for a moment, then pressed his lips together, puffing out both cheeks.

“I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“Your tastes are quite strang—”

“Is that why I like you, Yoo Seo-jin?”

His vexing reply left me dumbfounded, and a hollow laugh escaped me.

Claiming it was a joke, he embraced me and pressed a series of kisses to my forehead.

“Stop it.”

“Are you upset?”

‘Was that even a question?’

Despite my warning to stop, his jaw kept lingering. I pushed him away with my hand, prompting a belated apology from him, admitting his fault.

I firmly drew a line, asserting that since we were only here for one night, sleeping was the primary objective. A deep sense of dismay clouded his features.

“Yoo Seo-jin.”

He subtly approached, draped my arm over his back, and burrowed into my embrace.

I was about to push away his uncharacteristic display of affection when a brilliant idea suddenly struck me.

“Do you want me to forgive you?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

He took my hand without permission, placed it on his cheek, and smiled sweetly.

His face was ridiculously handsome, and for a moment, my anger almost dissipated in sheer disbelief, but I managed to rein myself in.

“Then grant me one wish.”

“Name anything. Should I buy you an entire department store? Or hand over all the buildings under my name?”

He rattled off a list of gifts that would have made Yoo Seo-jin’s eyes widen, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

Having secured his promise as I wished, there was now nothing holding me back.

“Then… call me ‘Hyung’.”

“…That’s something I absolutely didn’t expect.”

Taken aback by my unusual request, he couldn’t hide his discomfort.

It wasn’t a difficult proposal by any means—simply asking him to use the proper honorific based on age.

Yet, he found calling me ‘Hyung’ more challenging than buying an entire department store or giving away his buildings.

‘It was likely due to his ridiculous pride.’

“You know I’m older than you, Han Jung-woo, don’t you?”

“I… I know.”

He groaned, then resignedly met my gaze.

He tried to appear nonchalant, but the tips of his ears were already flushed crimson. Just as I considered biting them, he painstakingly parted his lips.

“Seo-jin… Hyung…”

“”

“Hyung, you’ll forgive me now, right?”

While Han Jung-woo might not know, Seon Woo-jung had consistently called me ‘Hyung’ since we started dating.

So, I’d expected Han Jung-woo calling me ‘Hyung’ would only evoke a slight nostalgia for that time, but I was completely wrong.

“This… this was completely unexpected.”

“What—”

Climbing onto his bewildered form, I cupped his face and crashed my lips against his.

My tongue slipped naturally into the parted seam, tracing the tender flesh within. Startled, he gripped my thighs tightly.

Completely deprived of control, he soon docilely accepted me.

I smiled sweetly, stroking his hair as if in praise, telling him ‘well done’.

We rubbed our lips together until they felt raw, only breaking apart when breath became scarce.

He wiped his wet mouth, then slowly sat up. Our positions naturally reversed, and the soft duvet brushed against my back.

“If I’d known you’d like it this much, I would’ve done it sooner.”

“…Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing you; I’m just planning to call you ‘Hyung’ more often from now on, Yoo Seo-jin.”

He tidied my disheveled hair, then leaned in for a light kiss, preparing to get off the bed.

In that moment, without thinking, I grabbed him.

“Th-that is—”

I quickly let go, but he had already turned to face me.

I was about to tell him it was nothing when he asked what was wrong, but then I changed my mind.

Just as he had done earlier, I took his hand and guided it between my legs.

As his fingertips brushed past my erect member and touched the wetness below, his shoulders jolted visibly.

“They said it’s a stable period, so we just need to be careful.”

“The doctor?”

I nodded, and he let out a deep sigh.

His face was etched with concern, yet the hand resting against my slick, wet opening told a different story entirely.

“Ugh.”

His thick fingers, which had only been circling the entrance, now plunged into my thoroughly loosened opening.

Despite it being only that, my expectant passage repeatedly tightened and relaxed around his intrusion.

“I’ll be as careful as possible, so tell me if it hurts.”

He quickly dismissed his reservations and told me. I could only manage a slight nod, fearing an embarrassing sound might escape if I opened my mouth.

“I’m going to add another one.”

With a cautious warning, another finger slipped inside.

The sensation alone made me feel completely full, and the muscles in my inner thighs trembled involuntarily.

“Can you… relax a little?”

“I’m trying… hngh.”

As I spoke, the fingers stretching my sensitive inner walls had increased to three.

The squelching sounds suggested ample wetness, but the real issue was the sheer, absurd size of his own.

“This is going nowhere at this rate.”

He muttered to himself, then abruptly pulled his fingers out.

Before my empty passage could fully contract, he spread my legs wide and bent deeply at the waist.

“What are you trying to do now?”

I asked, my voice laced with apprehension.

He simply looked up at me, his eyes twinkling, and gave a sweet smile. Then, his hot breath brushed against my sensitive entrance.

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