Omega Complex Novel (Completed) - Chapter 72

Choi Taegyeom whispered with his nose buried in the nape of my neck. Unlike his sensual touch, his voice had a whining tone. Who would come to see me when Choi Taegyeom was there? That was truly a ridiculous thing to say.

“…I told you not to worry about what Minjeong said.”

I managed to answer without my voice trembling. My lower abdomen tightened subtly due to the pheromones enveloping me. Choi Taegyeom snorted dismissively and kissed my cheek.

“You really… you don’t know yourself at all.”

Whoosh, my vision flipped. By the time I came to my senses, our lips were already intertwined. He had laid me down on the sofa and pushed his tongue in, his fingers toying with my earlobe.

From the day we started dating, he would kiss me at every opportunity. I didn’t know what timing or what point he reacted to, but one thing was certain: kissing Choi Taegyeom felt incredibly good. The moment our tongues mingled, I forgot that this was the club room, and that I had another lecture to attend soon.

His soft tongue subtly kneaded mine. Choi Taegyeom, raising the tip of his tongue to tickle my palate, relentlessly explored my mouth. Was it okay to feel this good? My dazed mind surged with pheromones.

“……”

The sensation of him sucking my lower lip made my lower back twitch. He bit my lip gently with his front teeth, then pulled his face away. Beyond my blurred vision, I saw his plump, swollen lips.

“I don’t like other people looking at you.”

It was nothing short of a child’s tantrum. It was similar to when he told me not to play with Kim Dohyun before. I gasped for breath and retorted in a small voice.

“……That’s what I should be saying.”

Objectively, Choi Taegyeom received more attention from others than I did. He was strikingly handsome, enough to make people turn their heads as he passed by, while I was relatively plain.

“What are you talking about with that face?”

At my blunt remark, Choi Taegyeom’s face flushed.

I stroked his reddened face, tracing his handsome features. His warm skin felt soft against my fingertips.

“Look at how you’re made.”

Sometimes, I thought my aesthetic sense was broken because of Choi Taegyeom. Kim Dohyun and Minjeong were also exceptionally good-looking, but I had never felt any special impression of them. If Choi Taegyeom was all I had seen and grown up with since birth, it was understandable.

“……You really are.”

Choi Taegyeom pressed his lips together tightly, then suddenly embraced me. His ears, visible for a moment, looked as hot as if they’d been burned. As I unconsciously caressed his exposed ear, he mumbled in a small voice.

“Don’t just say things like that so casually.”

He was the one who did something embarrassing first, yet he blushed at a mere word. He burrowed into my chest, still just a child despite his large build.

“What did I do?”

I chuckled and asked back. Choi Taegyeom’s pheromones throbbed as much as his heartbeat. He had never been happy with external compliments, but if I had known he would be so shy, I would have brought it up sooner.

“Look at me.”

As I stroked his broad back, he slowly lifted his head. His cheeks were still flushed and warm.

“Are you running a fever?”

I deliberately spoke playfully. Indeed, Choi Taegyeom felt hot, almost feverish. Now that I thought about it, he sometimes had this kind of face when he had a fever. A subtle sense of déjà vu suddenly welled up.

“……You’ll need a fever reducer.”

But before I could question the déjà vu, Choi Taegyeom bumped his forehead against mine. His pheromones became clearer, as close as the narrowed distance between us. A fever reducer, he doesn’t even take those. I let out a faint laugh, and he charmingly rubbed his cheek against mine.

“Yoonwoo, what time does your lecture end?”

“Hmm… around four? It starts at two.”

My raised cheekbones wouldn’t come down. My chest swelled, and my heart pounded with every breath. The pheromones mixed in the air made me realize that only Choi Taegyeom and I existed here.

“What about you?”

“My classes are over today.”

Choi Taegyeom replied, his ear pressed against my chest. I felt a heavy presence below, but decided to pretend not to notice. I wasn’t much different from Choi Taegyeom, so there was no need to dwell on it.

“Should we attend the lecture together?”

“It’ll be boring.”

“You can listen to the lecture, and I’ll just watch you.”

It was a very tempting offer, but I couldn’t allow it. If someone as noticeable as Choi Taegyeom sat there, the professor would quickly notice. Choi Taegyeom seemed to know that too, as he stopped pestering me and sat up.

“It’s almost two, so you should get going.”

He grabbed my arm with one hand and helped me up. After straightening my disheveled hair, he pleasantly massaged my cheeks. Pressing both my cheeks, he playfully turned up the corners of his lips.

“Your hair’s a mess.”

“That’s because of you.”

I took out my phone to check the time and stood up. It was almost two, so leaving for the lecture hall now would be just about right. Choi Taegyeom, looking regretful, wrapped his arm around my waist and buried his face in my back.

“Let’s go eat something delicious after you’re done. I’ll be waiting.”

“Where will you wait?”

“You can just go anywhere.”

“Hmm…”

I stopped speaking mid-sentence. It felt bad to leave him unattended for a couple of hours, not just 10 or 20 minutes. There wasn’t really a suitable place for him to wait aimlessly. But sending him away just like that felt too regrettable.

“……Ah.”

Suddenly, a good idea came to mind. I let out a light exclamation and unwrapped the arm around my waist. As I quickly turned around, his clear eyes examined my face.

“Instead of that, go to my studio apartment.”

“Studio apartment?”

He asked back, pulling me into another hug. He clung to me as if he didn’t want to be separated even for a moment. Even his childish clinging felt utterly adorable.

“Yeah, I think that would be better.”

It wasn’t that far, so it wouldn’t be troublesome to come out again. And if push came to shove, he could just stay home.

“The password is your birthday.”

“……”

“Six digits.”

It was the password I had set the day I first started living alone. I didn’t have anything specific in mind, so Choi Taegyeom was the first person who came to mind, and I didn’t hesitate to set it as his birthday. At first, I felt self-conscious, thinking it was like a stalker, but now I wondered if there was any need to hide it.

“You know the entrance, right?”

There was no way he wouldn’t remember a four-digit number like ‘1234’. He had even scoffed before, asking what kind of entrance security this was. As I stroked the back of his head and neck, Choi Taegyeom narrowed his eyes and asked back.

“Go into a house without its owner?”

Suddenly, I remembered the day I went into his room. The vivid sensations, the feeling of my senses coming alive and my cells throbbing, were still clear in my memory. I was certain that if it hadn’t been someone else’s room or if I hadn’t been tired, I would have been uncontrollably touching myself.

“Since when did we care about things like that?”

“That’s true, but…”

Choi Taegyeom’s face was full of mischief. He traced my lower back as if playing a piano, then rubbed his cheek against my hand.

“What if I do something weird with your pheromones?”

“……”

Several scenes flashed through my mind. The few times I had pleasured myself, intoxicated by his pheromones, using him as my “side dish.” At first, I felt guilty, but later, even that dulled. What had I done to this innocent boy? My conscience pricked me.

“Lee Yoonwoo?”

Choi Taegyeom tilted his head, seeing that I wasn’t answering. Then he pulled me abruptly and sat me on top of him. As I awkwardly faced him, kneeling on the sofa, he looked into my eyes seriously.

“Yoonwoo.”

My body visibly flinched at his gentle voice. He narrowed his eyes and pulled my back closer, bringing his face near.

“What are you thinking?”

His transparent gaze seemed to see right through me. I was confident in my ability to control my expressions, but in front of him, even that was difficult.

“I wasn’t thinking anything.”

I tried to say it calmly, but he didn’t seem to believe me. With his lips still curled into a smile, he whispered.

“There’s only one time you make that expression…”

My heart pounded. The pheromones brushing my nose, his lips so close they seemed to touch. And even the faint prick of conscience transformed into a kind of desire.

Then, Choi Taegyeom, with a brighter face than ever, whispered to me.

“What did you do with my pheromones?”

“Ah…!”

My waist trembled. A hand that had slipped under my clothes gently stroked my lower back. Choi Taegyeom gnawed at my exposed chest with his teeth while his other hand unbuckled my pants.

“Wait, just…”

I held onto Choi Taegyeom’s shoulders and the sofa backrest, shaking my head. The posture, kneeling on the sofa with my thighs raised, was extremely precarious for resisting. I felt an uneasy premonition that I might fall backward, but he didn’t care, tickling my sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue.

“Hmph…”

His unrestrained hand plunged into my pants. My already swollen penis was helplessly caught in his hand. He slowly rubbed the shaft, then caressed the tip of my glans with his thumb.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go to your lecture?”

His voice was full of mischief as he asked. His hands and mouth showed no intention of letting me go, yet he spoke as if he would send me off. I grabbed his hair, feeling indignant, but Choi Taegyeom just laughed faintly and moved his hand to the back. His finger slipped into my already moist entrance.

“Ah… Is it the place that matters, not the lecture?”

The squelching sound was obscene. His long finger found my sensitive spot without a moment’s hesitation. A deep press inside made my legs feel weak.

“Huh? Yoonwoo.”

“Hmph…!”

“You have to answer.”

My thighs trembled. Choi Taegyeom deliberately pressed against my prostate with a slow, grinding motion. It wasn’t enough to completely lose my reason, but it was enough to blur my judgment. The faintly emanating pheromones also left me with room to breathe.

“……I have to go.”

I managed to answer, grabbing Choi Taegyeom’s shoulders. Under his thin T-shirt, there would be plenty of nail marks I had left over the weekend. He had stopped moving at my answer and rolled up his slipped-down T-shirt.

“Really?”

I had clearly said I had to go, but strangely, the number of his fingers increased. Soon, two fingers fumbled, stimulating my inner walls.

“You’re this wet, and you’re going?”

“Ah, ugh!”