Into the Rose Garden Novel - Chapter 38

His overwhelming physique exerted power simply by being in front of him. Aeroc couldn’t stand properly and stumbled backward. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed the back of the chair behind him. Bendyke repeatedly closed even the slightest distance. He had already buried his face in Aeroc’s half-exposed neck. When his blade-like nose passed near the carotid artery, Aeroc felt threatened. It was because the neatly aligned teeth below it seemed ready to tear at his blood vessels at any moment.

The person who liked to pretend to be a dignified gentleman didn’t tear off buttons like a beast. Instead, he unbuttoned the small buttons with one hand. Even without using his sight, as he licked the concave area where the ear and jaw met with his tongue, he was as skillful as someone who knew everything about Aeroc. His vest had already fallen to the floor. The hem of his shirt was pulled out with a strange rustle, like the dress hem of a lady being toyed with. Through the parted fabric, his abdomen could be seen rising and falling with his ragged breaths. A large hand slid and clung to him. The visual stimulation, rather than the iron-hot body temperature, further fueled his shame.
“Where did the person who confidently threw off his clothes go?”
“Shut… up.”
His lungs gasped, startled by the unfamiliar sensations that surged like waves. Aeroc bit his lower lip, not wanting to let out a moan that would add to the other’s satisfaction.
“If you just tremble like an ignorant virgin, I won’t be able to put even a single finger into your lewd hole until this night is over.”
The extremely vulgar words struck the back of his head like a large hammer. His mouth opened involuntarily in shock. Then the promiscuous man smiled. Spreading his long fingers like a net, he gripped Aeroc’s face like a wine glass.
“That’s a bit better.”
His tongue touched first, before his lips. The flesh that had met a couple of times before now freely roamed Aeroc’s mouth. It checked his teeth and mucous membranes as if inspecting its own property, stubbornly clinging to his tongue, which wanted to be left alone. Bendyke’s kiss truly showed his personality. It was persistent and rough. The real problem was that the kiss had a profound effect on Aeroc.

“Mmm.”
Instead of his blocked mouth, his nasal cavity hummed lowly as he breathed. His hand gripping the back of the chair tightened. His half-closed eyelids dulled his sight but sharpened his touch. The sensation of the strange, wicked flesh, an unfamiliar presence roaming his intimate mucous membranes and intertwining with his own tongue, was still bizarre. Bizarre, sometimes chilling, and at the same time, welcome.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Bendyke was the first person Aeroc had ever had such intimate contact with. It was embarrassing, but perhaps his ignorance of sexuality made him more easily influenced. In any case, the current kiss wasn’t bad. That’s why he found the other person even more repulsive. Every moment with him should have been disgusting. His pride was painfully chipped away.

Saliva connected and then broke between their strongly rubbing tongues. Bendyke allowed Aeroc a brief respite at the appropriate moment. He exhaled a couple of heated breaths. The devil’s lips curved into a smile. It was a clear temptation.
“Aero…”
The clearly lower-ranked man was insolently about to call him by his name again. Unable to tolerate it, Aeroc stopped his lips first. He traced his neat teeth and ran his tongue over the mucous membrane inside the other’s mouth, just as Bendyke had done. Perhaps a little flustered, the other person flinched and tried to create distance. Aeroc reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of the other’s neck to prevent him from escaping.

A low sound wave resonated from the massive chest. Through his half-obscured vision, he saw the other’s closed eyes. His thick eyebrows pressed down on his brow as if in pain, and his dense eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. It was a delicate reaction, almost unbelievable to find in Bendyke. Aeroc traced the sturdy neck, comparable to his own thigh. When he lightly raised his index finger, he felt neatly trimmed hair. He had expected it to be stiff like boxwood leaves, but it was surprisingly soft.
Smack.
His lips parted with an embarrassing sound. His dark eyes, which had sunk like old fallen leaves in winter, were now dyed with a dangerous color. Two cedar-like arms firmly held Aeroc’s waist. Aeroc, standing askew with one leg braced, returned the same sneer to the surprised man that he had received.
“You have a knack for surprising people. Always unpredictable.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. But if you just keep admiring, will there be enough time to properly wield that stallion-like penis? Before this night passes, that is.”
He prided himself on being generous to others, but not to this man. He thoroughly retaliated in every way he could. Even if it led to unwanted results, he didn’t want to lose even a little. Perhaps shocked by the provocation, the other person wore a dumbfounded expression. But soon, an insolent smile appeared.
“If you’re so worried, why don’t you stop standing still and take off my clothes?”
“Ordering your employer around? How lazy and insolent.”
Even so, Aeroc reached out.

The sealed room quickly filled with hot air. The ‘Violet Room’ was a cozy, intimate room compared to the other reception rooms in the mansion. However, with only a shirt completely unbuttoned, it felt surprisingly vast. The thick stone walls firmly protected his privacy. Yet, Aeroc stubbornly bit his lower lip, blocking his throat.
“If you keep biting like that, you might bleed.”
The low voice in his ear was rough, as if sandpapered by lust. He wanted to scoff at the hypocrisy of the man who had caused congestion all over his body, but if he relaxed even a little, he felt like he would shatter.

Large beads of sweat ran down his neck and split his chest. Then Bendyke slightly lifted Aeroc and seated him on the table, letting his hips rest on it. His back arched backward due to the strong grip on his waist.
A sturdy arm gripped one of Aeroc’s thighs. Aeroc’s crotch, completely unclothed below the waist, touched the other’s groin, where his lower garments were loosely undone. Part of his imposing penis poked its head out from the deep shadow. Even though only a part was exposed, Aeroc felt despair at its size. Unlike an Omega’s penis, which had a uniform width from start to end, an Alpha’s penis was distinctly thicker at the base. This was due to the knotting organ, a biological mechanism that ensured definite pregnancy. An Omega’s entrance during estrus could stretch remarkably to accommodate a swollen Alpha penis. However, there were individual differences, and some found it difficult to accept an Alpha.

Naturally, individual differences also existed among Alphas. And Bendyke was tall and large for an Alpha. His hands and feet were also large. Of course, Aeroc had been aware that what was between his legs would also be large. But he hadn’t expected this size. Bendyke’s penis was far beyond the realm of the ordinary. And he, an Alpha, was supposed to accept such a monstrous thing? Was he supposed to die from organ rupture?
The other’s groin threatened Aeroc. Similar age, neat appearance, and appropriate physique. Social status and wealth surpassing the other. Above all, a personality superior to the other in every way.
A sense of defeat, which he would never have felt in a normal relationship, grew deeper and deeper. That’s why he didn’t want to give any signs of arousal. Whenever the symbol of a monstrous beast, as if kneaded from sticky darkness and vulgar desire, brazenly touched his relatively elegant and pure-looking organ, he felt an urge to slap the other’s cheek. Instead, Aeroc clawed at the other’s shoulder. Unlike Aeroc, Bendyke’s skin, which was completely exposed above the waist, was as tough as if it had been tanned by a master craftsman, leaving no scratches. It was distinctly different from his own, where even a light massage left clear red handprints.
“Your thighs are still weak.”
The other’s way of speaking, as if he already knew, remained the same. When had he ever touched his thighs to say they were still weak? It was too ridiculous to argue, so he ignored it. The rake-like hand massaged the inside of his thigh and boldly moved into a more private area.

Below the two pillars, crossing like a duel, was the pouch that only males possessed. Aeroc had never properly touched his own. Even when bathing, he would wipe it with a thin gauze. It was because touching it directly felt embarrassing and shameful. Therefore, Bendyke was the first to touch it.
“Hmph.”
With his sensitive spot gripped in one hand, Aeroc instinctively closed his thighs. But Bendyke’s waist prevented him. He resisted by pulling his hips back from the table, but since his sensitive spot was held, he couldn’t shake him off forcefully. He dropped his head between the other’s arms, which were draped over his shoulders. The blatant contact made his already erect penis fully stiffen. His eyes widened at the sight of the thick man’s wrist extending from below the pubic hair that surrounded the base of his penis.
“Ah.”
It was the most lewd scene he had ever witnessed in his life. The shock brought by the unimaginable promiscuity was considerable. His mouth opened involuntarily. As the wrist rustled through the pubic hair, which was slightly darker than his head hair, the presence of his scrotum, which he rarely felt, became vividly apparent.

“Hmph.”
The mental shock and physical stimulation were separate. A nasal sound automatically escaped him with the other’s skillful movements. His face flushed anew. He released his bitten lower lip and then bit it again. He didn’t know what to do in this situation. He had never learned such things. Aeroc scratched the other’s rock-like shoulders. Confident fingertips touched his scrotum and scratched his moist perineum. Before his brain could even think, his body, unable to resist the teasing, moved first. His suddenly closed knees were just like mimosa leaves.
“St-stop.”
He pleaded without realizing it. He grabbed the thick arm with both legs and tried to prevent it from moving further. Bendyke moved closer to Aeroc. He licked the tender skin behind Aeroc’s ear with the tip of his tongue.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you.”
With his free hand, he traced Aeroc’s side. The touch was gentle enough to create the illusion of harmlessness. The warm palm slowly melted his body, which was frozen with tension. His lungs trembled. His breath fluttered.
“But… this is the first time. And… it’s too… Ah!”
Aeroc couldn’t continue speaking. The other, who had been gently massaging his scrotum, pressed firmly on his perineum. A cold, hot, and simultaneously tingling sensation shot up to the top of his head.
“You’re more sensitive than I expected.”
The other person laughed. And then he explored an even more private area. The moment the stranger’s touch reached the folds around his entrance, Aeroc involuntarily gasped.
“Ah!”
The tip of his penis, which had instantly fully extended into the air, poked his stomach. It was a chilling sensation, as if his internal organs were being touched alive. What made Aeroc tremble even more with fear was the terrifying fire spreading within his body.
“Ah… st-stop… please…”
His trembling words dissolved into a sob. Then Bendyke hugged Aeroc tightly. Their sweat-soaked skins pressed together. Aeroc dug his fingernails into the hollow beneath the thick shoulder blades, like clinging to a cliff. His trembling jaw rested on the large shoulder bone. Pale violet violets dominated his blurry vision.
“Are you scared?”
The voice that asked again was surprisingly gentle. He almost nodded.
“If you don’t want to, we can stop here.”
Saying the unexpected words, Bendyke slowly stroked Aeroc’s stiff back. The unexpected kindness to his scrotum further stimulated his nerves, which were already sensitive from physiological arousal.
“R-really?”
He naively believed the words. The devil-like man said with an incomparably gentle smile,
“Anyway, we can’t go all the way at once. If I don’t take my time to break in this innocent body, it will be ruined.”
Bendyke kissed Aeroc’s forehead as if embracing someone precious. It was as if he was soothing a naive child who was throwing a tantrum, demanding something right away.
“Don’t provoke me so much when you’re so inexperienced that you tremble during masturbation. There’s a limit to my patience. I refuse a terrible failure like last time… please.”
How long, and for how long, did he intend to toy with him, even feigning the role of a gentle lover to mock him? He was angry at his own foolishness for wanting to lean on the other’s false kindness. His anger froze his warm tear ducts. And what was this “terrible failure like last time”? It seemed the other had hurt someone with that shockingly large penis before.

Suddenly, Aeroc realized that Bendyke had had various partners. It was natural. He was a man who had dealt with all sorts of men and women, Alphas and Omegas alike, and now, unable to control his perverse desires, was even reaching out to Aeroc. It wasn’t surprising anew. Yet, he couldn’t quell his anger. He pressed unspoken accusations into his eyes and glared at the filthy man. Then Bendyke chuckled lowly.
“Were you expecting rape? I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
He felt nauseous.
“Get out of my way.”
Aeroc pushed the vile hypocrite away. He lowered his legs from the table and stepped onto the floor. His body, completely drained of strength due to sexual tension and forced arousal, swayed, unable to withstand the sudden drop in body temperature.
“Dangerous.”
A firm arm supported Aeroc. But that chipped away at his human dignity.
“Let go.”
He shook off the arm, showing blatant hostility. Because of that, Aeroc lost his balance and almost fell onto the table. Instead of flailing, he mustered all the mental strength he had accumulated and straightened his body. Even though he was half-naked, wearing only a shirt, it didn’t matter. No matter how embarrassing he looked, he would still be nobler than that vile devil.
“Can you walk?”
“Don’t touch my body.”
When he snapped coldly, the hand that was reaching out stopped. Aeroc, steadying his trembling body, picked up the pants that had fallen on the floor. He clenched his jaw, trying not to say anything more, but a curse eventually escaped him.
“You trashy bastard. Go to hell.”
It was the roughest curse he had ever uttered in his life. This time, it was Bendyke’s turn to be surprised by the uncharacteristic words. While the flustered man hesitated, Aeroc grabbed his clothes and fled to the auxiliary bathroom.

As he closed the door, tears of rage fell. He rubbed his cheeks with trembling hands.
“Damn it.”
To shed tears because of such a vulgar man. He felt miserable and indignant. He turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water. Then he soaked a towel and roughly wiped his sweaty body. His fingertips trembled as he put on his crumpled clothes. The buttons kept slipping.
“Damn these buttons.”
The curses kept coming. Aeroc repeatedly took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His head pounded as if his skull would crack, due to the sudden cooling of his body after trembling with arousal moments before. His vision blurred. He hadn’t brought his shoes and was barefoot, but at least his shirt and pants were properly on. Aeroc ran his fingers through his disheveled hair a few times and then took deep breaths again. The heat on his face subsided a little, and his eyes quickly dried.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His lips were slightly swollen and his eyes were a faint pink, but overall, he looked calm. If his clothes were perfect, one could say he had just seen a moving performance. Emotion and humiliation had fallen to the same level. A faint sneer hung on his lips. The person in the mirror looked fine. It was the first time he was grateful for his father’s harsh teachings. It was time to get rid of the unwelcome guest. He held his head high and walked out of the bathroom.

While Aeroc was tidying himself in the bathroom, Bendyke also seemed to have calmed down. He put on his shirt and properly adjusted his pants. With his back turned, he was rummaging through his jacket pockets, unaware that Aeroc had come out. His fingertips, turning out the outer pockets and then emptying the inner pockets, trembled like a patient with an incurable disease. Soon, as if he had found what he was looking for, he held something and walked to the table.
Pour.
He poured the cooled tea into a cup and opened the lid of the object he was holding. It wasn’t precise, but it looked like a medicine bottle. After emptying its contents into his mouth, Bendyke drank all the poured water. Then he placed both hands on the table and repeatedly took deep breaths. After a moment, Bendyke raised one hand to gauge whether it was trembling. His complexion, clenching and unclenching his fist, was as pale as paper.
“What kind of medicine is that?”
When Aeroc spoke, Bendyke flinched. Seeing Aeroc, he put the hand holding the medicine bottle into his pants pocket. His pretense of nonchalance made him even more suspicious.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“I asked what you just drank.”
“It’s a headache medicine.”
The other, who had regained his insolent demeanor, twisted the corner of his mouth upwards. He seemed to be trying to sneer. But a slight cold sweat glistened on his forehead, and his facial muscles, forced into a rigid expression, twitched faintly. There was no trace of anger. Instead, pain briefly flickered across his face.
“Why? Now that we’ve been intimate, are you curious about my private life?”
“You keep treating me like a child. But it definitely looks like something bad.”
“What?”
When Aeroc showed his distrust, Bendyke shrugged. There was definitely something about that medicine bottle.
“Hmm. Judging by your crazy dream talk and strange behavior, it seems you’re drinking opium tincture that eats away at your mind.”
He didn’t think a scoundrel, albeit an excellent financial manager, would be an opium addict. It was just the only secret potion he could think of that suited a vile devil. Cases of people ruining their lives by long-term use of opium tincture as a painkiller were secretly spreading. But there were no opium users in Aeroc’s social circle. At least not yet. Bendyke chuckled lowly, as if he had hit a nerve.
“It’s not opium tincture, but it’s similar.”
He took the bottle out of his pocket and held it lightly between his index finger and thumb, shaking it demonstratively. Before Aeroc could get a good look, it disappeared back into his pocket. In any case, there was no proper conversation with this petty man.
“It has an excellent calming effect. Lately, ordinary painkillers don’t work.”
“If you’re taking such strong painkillers, comparable to opium, you should quit your job immediately and recuperate.”
He certainly wasn’t worried about Klof Bendyke. He would have said the same thing if his father’s enemy, passing by, was in pain. Of course, his father had left no grudges other than the demanding title and immense wealth. His physiological aversion to drugs made him frown. Bendyke acted as if it was nothing.
“Not now.”
He approached and lightly lifted Aeroc’s chin. Aeroc swatted away the insolent hand as if shooing a bug. But the crazy man paid no mind.
“Lately, a certain Count has been a real headache. I can’t stand it without taking some medicine.”
“Whether it’s a painkiller or a drug, I don’t care. But if you neglect your work, you’re fired immediately.”
“Rest assured.”
The other, bowing politely, took Aeroc’s hand and kissed his palm. What could have been a secret and romantic way to convey unspoken affection, when done by Klof Bendyke, devolved into vile mockery. Aeroc shuddered and pulled his hand away.

Even with Aeroc’s blatant display of disgust, the other seemed pleased. He looked as if he welcomed the revulsion. Perhaps his head had been affected by drinking poison. You pervert.
“Until next time, my dear master.”
Aeroc wanted to punch his grinning face. Violence, besides being a self-inflicted dishonor for an intellectual, had no chance of winning against that crazy man in terms of brute force. He regretted not learning boxing earlier. He decided that he should reduce his violin lessons and start fencing lessons instead. Since he had witnessed the man drinking an unknown medicine, he needed a self-defense measure. Besides, that man possessed a shockingly monstrous weapon between his legs.