CHAPTER 94: A MARK?!

Seeking confirmation, Yoon Seoyul encircled his arms around Cheon Areum’s trembling body, pressing his chest against his back as he leaned in close—still moving inside him at the same speed. His lips traced soft, lingering kisses along Cheon Areum’s spine, inching toward his face. But Cheon Areum couldn’t speak—not a single syllable escaped him besides broken whimpers. All he could do was moan through the overwhelming sensations, his voice breaking as he endured the pounding.

Tears had already begun to stream down his cheeks again. Yet through the haze, he nodded—his answer clear. Yoon Seoyul closed in and licked the tears gently from his face, tongue adopting the wet trail all the way to the corners of his eyes.

"I’ll do it then... Haa..."

Yoon Seoyul exhaled deeply, his fingers tightening around Cheon Areum’s waist as he gave a firm squeeze, toying with the soft flesh before thrusting in to the hilt one final time. With a low groan, he released—his thick, scorching essence spilling directly into Cheon Areum’s womb. Even after pumping several hot loads inside, he didn’t stop, hips continuing to roll with slow, determined force.

Cheon Areum gasped, his eyes widening slightly as he felt the growing heat and fullness in his abdomen—as he felt Yoon Seoyul’s release vividly tangible. Still, it should be fine. He wasn’t in heat, and Yoon Seoyul wasn’t in rut. As long as he took the morning-after pills, there was nothing to worry about... right?

"... Are you done?"

Cheon Areum asked feebly, his voice barely audible—his body on the verge of collapse. He could hardly stay upright, his knees trembling too much to support him, leaving him half-seated on Yoon Seoyul’s still-buried length. Yet the hands gripping his waist remain stuck in place, unyielding.

And as if to answer his question, Yoon Seoyul began to move again—slowly at first, letting Cheon Areum adjust to the feeling. But the gentleness was short-lived. Within moments, the pace picked up once more, each thrust driving deeper as though Yoon Seoyul had no intention of letting go just yet. The loud noises of the wetness were shocking, while the part where their bodies viciously met was burning hot.

The skin where their bodies crashed against each other had turned red from the friction, and a white liquid, a mixture of cum and other juices, began to spill out around the point of connection, bubbling at the edges and slipping down Cheon Areum’s thighs in slick trails.

Unable to hold on any longer, Cheon Areum quietly collapsed onto his stomach, his body giving out completely. His arms, like his legs, could no longer support him—both trembling and folded beneath him as he lay there, breathless and spent.

"Tired?"

"Hm...Agh!!"

Cheon Areum shuddered as Yoon Seoyul slowly pulled out, his body instinctively stretching out along the bed until he lay fully pressed against the mattress. But before he could even gain back his senses, Yoon Seoyul climbed back over him, guiding himself in once more—plunging deep as his hands gripped Cheon Areum’s shoulders for leverage.

Yoon Seoyul’s body pressed down on him, sandwiching him firmly between the weight above and the mattress below. The pressure against his abdomen drove the sensitive bulge deeper inside, making it almost unbearable—each shift sending unaccustomed waves of overstimulation rippling through his trembling body. But Cheon Areum, too drained to fight it, didn’t move. He simply melted into the sheets, letting the waves of pleasure take him under once more, clenching the sheets with a strong grip. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had come already, but his body only craved more desperately.

"Areum..."

"Cheon Areum..."

Yoon Seoyul murmured his name in a deep, low voice. By now, Cheon Areum understood—he wasn’t calling him for a reason; he simply wanted to say it. There was no question—just the sound of his name repeated over and over again, breathless and intimate, as Yoon Seoyul continued to move within him. Cheon Areum lay there unresponsively, listening to Yoon Seoyul call his name repeatedly.

That’s when Yoon Seoyul stopped thrusting, choosing instead to grind slowly, deeply inside him. One hand rose to gently brush the damp strands of hair away from Cheon Areum’s nape. Then he lowered himself, his chest resting on top of Cheon Areum’s back, arms wrapping tightly around his torso in a durable, possessive embrace, making it harder to breathe freely.

Cheon Areum expected the usual—soft kisses to his nape, but instead, he felt the graze of prickly teeth against his skin, making him instinctively try to turn and face Yoon Seoyul. He didn’t get the chance. Before he could fully turn, Yoon Seoyul bit into the tender flesh directly on top of the pheromone gland, and not just a light bite; he completely sunk his teeth into the skin. The pain was needlelike and immediate, blood rising to the surface as he pierced the pheromone gland beneath the skin too.

White flashes screamed through his vision as he immediately began thrashing around, jerking his head from side to side, trying to get the teeth out of his skin. Cheon Areum couldn’t even register the strangeness of it—he just wanted it gone. Somehow, he could taste the vanilla spreading through his body, as if Yoon Seoyul’s pheromones were being injected into every single cell. It wasn’t exactly painful, but Cheon Areum still couldn’t bear it.

Cheon Areum turned onto his side, his hands hitting into Yoon Seoyul’s shoulder as he tried to push him away, his voice strained and whiny as he hissed.

"Wait let go for a moment, Yoon Seoyul!!"

Fresh, warm tears welled up in Cheon Areum’s eyes, blurring his vision as Yoon Seoyul’s teeth remained deeply engraved in his nape. A shudder ran through him when Yoon Seoyul’s member rooted inside him finally withdrew, yet even as Cheon Areum slowly pushed himself upright on the bed, his body trembling uncontrollably, Yoon Seoyul’s arms remained locked around him, holding him in place.

"It feels too weird! I can’t do it!"

"I give up! I give up!"