Omega Complex Novel (Completed) - Chapter 82

I had heard that the two of them were high school classmates, but I didn’t know there was such a story. I just thought they were simple friends, but it seemed a lot had happened without my knowledge.

“Actually, rather than being rejected… she just made the first move. She said she liked her hyung, so I shouldn’t see her as a romantic interest.”

“…”

“She said she absolutely hates it when someone she’s not interested in shows interest.”

Typical Kim Minjeong, quite cold-hearted. Perfectly drawing the line and telling someone not to cross it. Perhaps the reason Park Sungjae was so interested in my love life was related to Minjeong.

“…Then you really don’t have to worry.”

I muttered awkwardly and reached for my water glass. Park Sungjae, sensing my need, poured water into the empty glass.

“As you said, even if he’s interested in Minjeong, Minjeong will cut him off herself.”

According to Minjeong, she wouldn’t welcome interference from Park Sungjae, whom she didn’t like. Park Sungjae knew this, which is why he spoke to me instead of directly intervening.

“If she says she doesn’t like it and he keeps pressuring her, then we can help her. There’s nothing you can do by worrying now.”

“…I wish I could be as cool as you, Hyung.”

At his weak reply, my conscience pricked. Cool? What nonsense. Just recently, I was on the verge of losing my mind from jealousy. As I awkwardly cleared my throat, Park Sungjae ran a hand over his face.

“Taegyeom hyung gets really jealous, though.”

How do you know that? I looked at Park Sungjae with that question in mind. He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Just look at the festival day, he deliberately put that hat on you. When you had ‘Sold Out’ written on it, some kids looked disappointed and left.”

Did that happen? I racked my brain but couldn’t recall any specific customers. In the first place, I had dealt with very few tables myself. He somehow knew something I didn’t.

“It must be nice, dating someone you like.”

Park Sungjae said that and poured soju into his glass. He claimed to have sorted everything out, but anyone could see he was overflowing with lingering feelings. I wondered why his relationships never lasted long, and it seemed there was a reason after all.

“Don’t date anyone else until you’ve sorted out your feelings.”

I clinked my glass against Park Sungjae’s. He quickly regained his spirits and tilted his glass. I was glad that even if I wasn’t good at comforting words, I could at least drink with him.

Choi Taegyeom came to pick me up just before the drinking session ended. By then, feeling a bit tipsy, I got up as soon as the call came and prepared to go home. Park Sungjae, who had been drinking with me, also sent me off with a “Happy birthday!”

“Did you drink a lot?”

Outside the bar, Choi Taegyeom was there, wearing different clothes than before. He naturally intertwined his fingers with mine and familiarly headed towards my studio apartment. As we walked side by side, the cool night air gradually dissipated the alcohol.

“No, I just drank enough to feel good.”

After returning home, we went to bed together as always. He playfully asked, ‘Should I wash you?’, but that too was just another part of our usual routine. Choi Taegyeom hugged me tightly and tried to sleep, occasionally giving me a peck, but he didn’t engage in any sexual acts.

“Jeon Raehyun seems to like Minjeong.”

“He’s reaching for a tree he can’t climb.”

But perhaps it was because of the alcohol, my body kept craving Choi Taegyeom. His clear face, his soft lips, his firm chest, and even the intimate area below it—I wanted to touch all of it.

So, still holding him, I slowly lowered my hand. Past his firm waist and sculpted abs, my fingertips grazed the waistband, and he flinched. His hot breath brushed against my ear.

“…We have to see your parents tomorrow, Yoonwoo.”

I really do have a perverse hobby. Seeing him so openly suppressing himself only makes me want to ignite the fire even more. A desire arose to provoke his patience, to see how far he could endure.

“…Taegyeom.”

A light impulse brought with it a strange confidence. A strangely convincing confidence that I could do it with Choi Taegyeom. I met his gaze and subtly began.

“Should I do it with my mouth?”

He didn’t exactly refuse the offer. He hesitated a little, caressing my mouth, but it wasn’t a sign of refusal. Rather, it was closer to concern for me.

“…”

Choi Taegyeom sat up halfway, and I positioned myself between his legs. I bent down and grasped his shaft, but with such a large object right in front of me, it wasn’t easy to put it in my mouth immediately. As if sensing my hesitation, he gently stroked the back of my head.

“You don’t have to do it if you can’t.”

“…It’s not really that.”

It wasn’t that I felt repulsed. It was just that, given its size, I was afraid my mouth might tear. Putting it in directly would probably be too much.

Holding the long shaft, I stuck out my tongue and licked the glans. As my soft tongue rubbed against it, Choi Taegyeom’s pheromones gushed out. He gathered his pheromones with a surprised expression, but I gained confidence from his reaction.

I opened my mouth and took his penis, just as Choi Taegyeom had done. The large penis, visible to the eye, felt incredibly constricting when I took it into my mouth. My jaw was aching from being stretched to its limit, but Choi Taegyeom’s reaction was even more stimulating.

“Ugh…”

A suppressed moan pierced my ears. I couldn’t understand why such a small sound was so clear. When I pulled my head back and then inserted his penis deep into my throat, he took his hand off the back of my head.

“Hah…”

Choi Taegyeom clutched the blanket and exhaled slowly. The prominent veins on the back of his hand showed he was worried about grabbing my hair. I furrowed my brows and slowly moved my head back and forth.

I tried my best to remember what he had done for me. Not using teeth, clenching with lips, and occasionally tickling the tip of the glans with my tongue. It wasn’t hard to figure out if he liked it or not. Every time I moved, the pheromones emanating from him grew denser and denser.

“…Ha.”

The pheromones were so thick they were suffocating. Pre-cum from his penis felt slippery on the tip of my tongue. I was so engrossed in directly receiving the pheromones with my mouth that I didn’t even notice saliva flowing from the corners of my lips.

Squishy sounds, and moans from his throat. When I looked at Choi Taegyeom with blurry vision, he somehow placed his hand on the back of my head with a somewhat unfocused gaze.

“Ugh…!”

His penis was abruptly thrust into my throat. It wasn’t enough to make me gag, but it was much deeper than when I had inserted it myself. Choi Taegyeom gently stroked the back of my neck, checked my condition, and began to thrust his hips.

It felt suffocating. Every time his thick penis moved in and out of my mouth, pheromones rushed in with it. If it weren’t for the slight tipsiness and my hazy mind, I might have instinctively bitten down.

“…!”

After a few thrusts, Choi Taegyeom stopped moving and twitched his body. His penis, bobbing in my mouth, writhed as if about to ejaculate.

“Ugh…”

Gush, gush, semen poured out. It was a thin fluid thickly mixed with pheromones. Choi Taegyeom, clutching the blanket, gripped it so hard his fingertips turned white. While I trembled my eyelashes, receiving the semen, Choi Taegyeom breathed heavily, his chest heaving.

After a long ejaculation, he slowly withdrew his penis. A long, slippery trail of fluid stretched between the tip and my lips. Choi Taegyeom, his ears flushed red, exhaled shallowly and wiped away my tears.

“…Sorry, spit it out.”

At some point, tears must have fallen. I blinked my eyes open and closed, and tear drops rolled down my cheeks. I spat the liquid I had held in my mouth into his outstretched palm. A trickling sensation lingered thickly on the tip of my tongue.

“It tastes bad…”

Rather than tasting bad, it had no taste at all. I had clearly spit everything out of my mouth, but my tongue still felt slippery. I thought it would have been repulsive to receive it like this if it weren’t for the thickly mixed pheromones.

“How did you swallow this?”

I awkwardly opened my mouth and wiped Choi Taegyeom’s hand. My mouth felt slippery, and it was a strange sensation. Choi Taegyeom must have swallowed mine countless times, had he been pretending it was nothing all this time? As I blankly bit the tip of my tongue, he silently reached out his hand to me.

“…?”

A cautious hand touched my lower lip. Choi Taegyeom rubbed my lip with his thumb and pushed his fingertip into my mouth. His finger, passing my lower teeth and touching my tongue, then gently pressed down on my jaw. His gaze, fixed on my exposed tongue, was persistent.

I instinctively knew what he was thinking. The heat in his breath and the pheromones pouring over me revealed only one desire. I didn’t know at what point he lost his mind, but he was barely maintaining his reason right now.

“…Yoonwoo.”

I wanted to swallow. His wavering gaze traced every corner of my face as if alive. Usually, after one ejaculation, reason returns, doesn’t it? Why does he have even more excited eyes? I had provoked him first, but I was a little flustered by this reaction.

“We, tomorrow…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he drew closer. His tongue, without any hesitation, delved into my lips, rubbing against the delicate mucous membrane inside my mouth. The gushing pheromones washed away the faint stickiness, leaving me feeling completely clean.

Well, it’ll work out somehow. With that thought, I wrapped my arms around Choi Taegyeom’s neck. He laid me down on the bed and naturally slipped his hand under my T-shirt. It was the beginning of a long night, just like any other.

We woke up side by side in the afternoon. There were two missed calls on my phone, and sunlight, already high in the sky, streamed in through the window. Choi Taegyeom and I laughed for a long time, looking at our tired faces, then got out of bed when the phone rang again.

“You went to work?”

“Yeah, sorry. Something came up suddenly.”

Mom spoke with a very apologetic voice. The noise in the background suggested she was already at work and having lunch. No, perhaps it was fortunate if she even had time for lunch.

“It’s okay. I’ll be at home, so take your time coming.”

“She’s going to be late?” Choi Taegyeom, with a towel draped around his neck, mouthed. I slowly nodded and switched the phone to my other hand.

“Dad’s going to be late too, so go to Taegyeom’s house or something. Don’t be alone the day before your birthday.”

“Yes, I will.”

Should I take Choi Taegyeom to my parents’ house? Or should I just stay in my studio apartment a little longer before going? As I weighed various options in my head, a puzzled voice came from the other end of the line.

“But Yoonwoo, why does your voice sound like that?”

“…”

My voice was half-hoarse from being overworked by Choi Taegyeom all night. Ahem, ahem, I cleared my throat, but my already deep voice showed no sign of improving. It was too hoarse to be just a “morning voice,” and I couldn’t think of any other excuse.

“…I think I’m catching a cold.”

So, I managed to blurt out an excuse and glared at Choi Taegyeom. At the word ‘cold,’ he had come closer, but seeing my expression, he smiled languidly. Even before Mom, Choi Taegyeom had been startled by my voice.

“A cold? You need to take care of yourself. You always get really sick when you do.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, anyway… See you this evening. Got it?”

“See you lat—”

This time too, Mom hung up before I could even finish my reply. As I blankly held the disconnected phone, Choi Taegyeom gently stroked my head. He bent down, kissed the top of my head, and spoke in a soft voice.

“Shall we go to my house?”

On the way to his house, he asked twice if there was anything I wanted to eat. He held my hand tightly and kept glancing at me, as if worried I might have been hurt by the earlier phone call. I wasn’t a child, and there was no way I’d be upset just because my parents were late. From childhood until now, he never believed me on this one point.

“Aunt and Uncle?”

“They’re probably at work.”

Watching Choi Taegyeom familiarly press the passcode and open the gate, I was filled with a strange sense of emotion. It was a place I had visited just a few days ago, but stepping inside with him felt incredibly strange. The spacious gate and the well-kept garden were the same, but only Choi Taegyeom and I had grown up and become adults.

“We used to pick and eat those.”

I pointed to a flower blooming in a corner of the garden and chuckled softly. The nameless red flower was something he and I often picked and ate when we were in elementary school. If you pulled off a petal and sucked the end, a sweet taste would linger on your tongue. I don’t remember clearly, but it seemed to have been a trend at school that we also followed.

“Salvia?”

“That’s salvia?”

“So they say. I wonder why we ate that back then.”

I nodded in agreement with Choi Taegyeom’s words. It wasn’t like we had nothing else to eat, but I wondered what was so delicious about it that we kept eating it. I even remember Aunt forcibly dragging us inside once, telling us not to pick up and eat just anything.

“Your house really hasn’t changed at all.”

“You just came here a few days ago, what are you talking about?”

“I felt it then too.”

Sure enough, the living room was exactly as I remembered it. As I looked at the photos hanging on the TV one by one, Choi Taegyeom spoke in a casual tone.

“Five years isn’t that long of a time, after all.”

In a way, the past five years had flown by in the blink of an eye. A day without Choi Taegyeom felt long, but ultimately, it was too short a time to forget him. The perceived flow of time simply varied wildly depending on where one set the standard.

“Shall we watch a movie on the laptop?”

He naturally led me to his room. It seemed he intended to sit on the bed and pass the time, just like before. If we sat side by side on the bed now, we’d probably be passing the time in a different way. As I thought this, he grabbed the doorknob and paused for a moment.

“…”

Hesitation appeared on his clean face. The deep furrow between his brows told me what he was worried about. He must have been concerned that the pheromones, which would rush in like a wave the moment he opened the door, might have a negative effect on me.

“I even slept in your room last time.”

His dark eyes slowly turned towards me. The moment our eyes met, the subtle worry that had been there melted away. He let out a small snort and turned the doorknob.

“I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about myself.”

“…”

“About what I might do to you.”

As expected, Choi Taegyeom’s room was filled with fragrant alpha pheromones. The thick, rising pheromones were clearly transmitted through my breath, my skin, and every part of me. When I paused, standing at the doorway for a moment, Choi Taegyeom gently wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I knew you’d make that face.”

Whoosh, my body was pulled closer. In a fleeting moment, Choi Taegyeom lowered his head and lightly kissed my mouth. Before I could say anything, click, the door closed.

“…”

His breath, his touch, and even his gaze—everything was Choi Taegyeom. The air was already filled with his pheromones, and I could even feel them from his intertwined tongue. Although it seemed unintentional, everything felt stimulating to me, whose senses were already heightened.

I clung to Choi Taegyeom as if grasping a lifeline. My mind felt hazy, as if swept away by the wave that was Choi Taegyeom. While that cozy sensation brought a sense of stability, it also felt like I was being driven into a perilous situation. If I let go of him now, I felt like I would be sucked into some distant abyss.

What a liar. He said he was worried about what he might do to me. And then he pushes me against the wall the moment he closes the door.

My Omega pheromones instinctively seeped out. Through contact with Choi Taegyeom, the amount had increased somewhat. It was still fainter than typical Omegas, but it was enough to assert its presence.

“…”

Choi Taegyeom briefly pulled his lips away at the gushing pheromones. From less than a hand’s breadth away, I could see his neatly arranged eyelashes. He smiled leisurely, then tilted his head and pushed me against the wall.

My legs felt weak. After mixing our bodies to the limit last night, the desire flared up again. My body, which had tried to collapse several times, was supported by Choi Taegyeom pushing his leg between mine.

“Just a moment…”

“Yeah, speak.”

Smack, smack, embarrassing sounds were heard. It was the sound of him kissing my ear, jaw, and nape. When I flinched, unable to bear the ticklishness, he playfully bit my nape hard.

“I guess I shouldn’t have come to your house.”

“…Why?”

“Because you’re in my space, it feels strange.”

“It’s not the first time you’ve come to my room.”

“It’s the first time since we started dating.”

Choi Taegyeom supported my back and waist and lifted me up like a child. When I clung to him in surprise, he stroked my back as if I were cute. I wasn’t light, so how did he manage to lift me every time? Sometimes, I really couldn’t understand.

“…What if your parents come?”

“I won’t do anything.”

Choi Taegyeom, who had laid me on the bed, rubbed his hair against my nape. He said he wouldn’t do anything, but his eyes looked like he was about to do something any moment. Of course, he wouldn’t just rush into things in this situation.

“Your hair is tickling me.”

“Tickling you?”

He asked and rubbed his head against me even more. His soft hair tickled my nape. Unable to bear the sensation, I burst out laughing and squirmed wildly, when a thumping sound approached from outside the room.

“Someone’s outside…”

Thwack, the door burst open in an instant. He and I, tangled together, turned towards it simultaneously as if on cue. Someone who had entered, emitting terrifying pheromones, shouted loudly with a grim expression.

“Choi Taegyeom, who did you bring home…!”

The air grew heavy, as if frozen. Blink, the gazes that met gradually filled with bewilderment. The person who opened the door, Aunt, looked between me and Choi Taegyeom, her lips parting.

“…Yoonwoo?”