Into the Rose Garden Novel - Chapter 18.2 The Right One Runs Away

As Kloff’s excited center touched Aeroc’s hip in their close embrace, Aeroc, greatly startled, pushed him away. But his resistance was so faint that Kloff doubted if he was truly pushing him away.

Kloff unhesitatingly lowered his head and buried his nose in the pale nape that had been distracting him. The strong body scent made his head spin. At this rate, no matter how many times he did it, his excitement wouldn’t subside. He moved his lips and gently bit the taut line of Aeroc’s neck, and Aeroc, who had been trying to push him away, stiffened. Aeroc tensed his body and trembled slightly. Kloff moved his cupped hand to caress Aeroc’s lower back, then moved it further down.

He could feel Aeroc’s firm, smooth hips and thighs contracting under his thin trousers. As Kloff’s large hand descended to an unacceptable area, Aeroc gasped slightly, tensed his hips, and twisted his body to escape his grip. But that only resulted in him pressing closer to Kloff. Through the sensitive, heated area, Kloff could tell that Aeroc was also aroused.

“What, you don’t dislike it, do you?”

Kloff teased, surprised and amused, and the pale Count instantly flushed red. He was flustered and clearly a little angry, yet surprisingly, he showed no disgust. His stiffening body seemed to be tense from excitement.

When he thought with his head, the sweet Omega scent was very displeasing, and it made him want to rip apart the unknown person whose face he didn’t even know, and then violate Aeroc messily next to their corpse.

However, his body, which had long since abandoned reason, felt otherwise. The sweet scent felt as natural as Aeroc’s own body scent, making him want to throw Aeroc down right away. Either way, the conclusion remained unchanged, and Kloff chuckled, sliding his lips behind Aeroc’s hot ear. The person in his arms gasped and protested in an anxious voice.

“You’re the one who beat up other Alphas, saying they were dirty.”

“They’re not you.”

Aeroc’s shallow panting stopped. The strength left the hand that had been pushing him away somewhat forcefully. The Count averted his gaze and bit his lip. He seemed to have given up. Confirming that Aeroc had no intention of escaping, Kloff lowered the hand that had been on the door and wrapped it around Aeroc’s pale nape. He stroked the slightly stiff side of his neck, then extended his fingers to the back.

“You’re sure you didn’t love Raphiel?”

“Absolutely not.”

Kloff tightened his grip on the back of Aeroc’s neck, tilting his head slightly. He pressed his forehead against Aeroc’s unblemished forehead and rubbed. As the angle shifted, their eyelashes touched, tickling. A moment later, Aeroc’s breath, like a gasp, touched Kloff’s ear. He couldn’t believe it. He thought he wasn’t that unobservant, but he hadn’t noticed at all. Or perhaps he had deliberately denied it and not seen it.

“You acted so obnoxiously, and you expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you started being obnoxious first.”

“You really have peculiar tastes.”

Kloff teased, pressing his lips against Aeroc’s flushed ear. Aeroc, tickled, hunched his shoulders, took a few short breaths, then spat out.

“Let’s just say I’m sensitive to trends.”

“Funny. You were just talking nonsense a moment ago.”

“Don’t talk back to your client, you’re… “

He probably wanted to say “fired,” but Kloff couldn’t let him. In Kloff’s dictionary, there was quitting, but never being fired. So he stopped him. With one arm tightly around Aeroc’s waist and the other firmly gripping the back of his neck so he couldn’t turn away, Kloff swallowed those soft-looking lips. As their breathing quieted, a wet, squelching sound began.

It was as he imagined, no, beyond his imagination. Aeroc’s lips were incredibly soft and elastic. At the slightly cool first touch, Kloff lifted his lips slightly, then pressed them together again, extending his tongue. He explored the warm, smooth inside of Aeroc’s mouth, going deeper.

Unlike his initial resistance, as the kiss deepened, Aeroc showed boldness, actively extending his tongue. He naturally placed his awkward hands on Kloff’s arms and moved closer. All their previous sarcasm and bickering seemed meaningless; during the kiss, he made Kloff feel good, as if he knew everything.

Kloff’s arms, holding the body that fit perfectly in his embrace, tightened. With that, he pushed his knee forward, parting Aeroc’s slender, firm legs. As he rubbed his hardened center against Aeroc’s thigh, Aeroc, who had been engrossed in the kiss, suddenly gasped sharply and pulled away. In his blue eyes, which had been melting into the kiss just moments before, a sudden fear appeared.

“Stop!”

“Why?”

Kloff, who had been boldly caressing Aeroc’s graceful body, was bewildered when Aeroc suddenly broke the kiss and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He was a little annoyed but ignored it and tried to wrap his arm around Aeroc’s waist again. This time, however, Aeroc pushed Kloff away fiercely, with genuine force.

Caught off guard, Kloff lost his balance and stumbled backward, while Aeroc quickly opened the door and fled. Kloff stupidly watched him go, then, regaining his senses at the sound of receding footsteps, chased after him, but it was too late.

“Aeroc!”

Aeroc, who had run out of the office without listening to Kloff’s call, quickly got into the Count’s waiting carriage. Before Kloff could even catch him, the carriage immediately set off. The carriage cut through the cold, heavy night air and disappeared into the distance. Kloff was dumbfounded. The sensation of their touching lips hadn’t even faded.

“Damn it. What are you doing? You’re driving me crazy.”

Kloff wanted to chase after him immediately, but he couldn’t leave his office, which was strewn with important documents, without tidying up. Cursing, Kloff returned with heavy steps, slammed the office door shut, and locked it from the inside. He then sat at his desk, but the documents didn’t even register in his eyes.

“Why did you suddenly run away?”

Looking at his last terrified expression, it seemed to be a belated rejection of biological deviation. It was obvious that running to the mansion now would only make him look ridiculous. Moreover, he had never been rejected like this by anyone before, so it even hurt his pride.

It hadn’t been long since his engagement broke, and despite immersing himself in work, his mind was entirely filled with Aeroc. He tried to continue working but failed. He had to masturbate, inhaling the lingering scent left by the scoundrel who had suddenly appeared, played with him, and then suddenly disappeared.

Damn it. It’s gone too far now.

Kloff, sitting dejectedly after tidying up, stared blankly at the ceiling and thought. Since things had come to this, he decided to acknowledge what needed to be acknowledged, be faithful to his instincts, and not give up this time, no matter how Aeroc reacted.

It was a dark, cool room. The bed was incredibly hard and covered with slightly rough sheets. But that was no problem at all. On the hard bed, a person smelling incredibly fragrant lay on his side, panting. Struggling, he clutched the sheets with his emaciated hands and clung to the old pillow. Occasionally, he made small sounds. The sounds, like weeping and moaning, were thin and dry, but just hearing them stimulated Kloff.

His loose pajamas had ridden up, exposing half of his chest. Where it should have been flat for a man, it was slightly swollen with small buds. Kloff watched his chest and reached out, rubbing the convex nipples with his palm. The man’s moans grew louder. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips. He occasionally shook his head as if in pain. Blue bruises peeked out from under his slipped pajamas on his thin shoulders, and teeth marks were clear on his hunched neck.

He felt pity for him, he was so pathetic. But instead of comforting him in his distress, Kloff’s hand lifted one of his thin legs and thrust deeper and harder. His weakly rattling neck seemed about to break at any moment.

Kloff hated him intensely. He couldn’t quite remember why. It was a dream, after all. This was definitely a dream. He just wanted to inflict pain on him, so he embraced him violently and roughly. The leg draped over his shoulder was covered in blue and black bruises, too terrible to look at. Old bruises on his tightly closed eye sockets had turned yellowish. Kloff felt an urge to reach out and inflict another red scratch there. The man, sensing this, looked at Kloff with fearful eyes.

Blue eyes. Kloff knew those eyes. The dry blonde hair, the stained face, the pale, chapped lips that showed traces of blood. Watching him tremble with fear, Kloff smiled cruelly. And whispered, sweet as a devil.

‘I hope you suffer as much as I hurt. I hope you meet a death as miserable as that.’

The blue eyes wavered. Kloff expected them to burst outward, but the sapphire irises burst inward. The pupils, gaping like a cavern in the sea, sucked all the moisture from the eyeballs. As the moisture drained from the glossy cornea, it became cloudy, like a dying fish.

His solar plexus throbbed. His breathing became shallow and ragged, as if his diaphragm had torn. He couldn’t understand why he had to suffer from the cruel words he had thrown at the person he hated. Something was wrong. The incomprehensible pain only fueled the lurking sadistic impulses.

Kloff violated him further. He endured it all without a single resistance. As if he deserved it. As if he had no value to be respected. He was completely different from the Aeroc Kloff knew.

The act, where darkness surrounded them and only hatred and pain filled them, reached its climax. Kloff embraced the emaciated body, filling it with his traces. As he gasped for breath and collapsed onto him, Aeroc, who had endured the violence throughout, threw his unfocused gaze into the air and said.

‘The baby is being pressed.’