Clap - 47

The best sedative for an omega wasn’t medicine, but pheromones. A newly manifested body would be especially sensitive to an alpha’s pheromones.

As expected, Jaemin’s limbs trembled. Ichan’s pheromones coursed through Jaemin’s veins, making his vision blink in and out.

Ichan lightly flicked Jaemin’s tongue with his own before pulling away.

“Why… why…” Jaemin stared at Ichan in disbelief. Just one kiss had sapped all his strength. And what was this heat rising from deep within him? It made no sense. He didn’t want to believe it. Why would God create an omega’s body like this?

Ichan pressed his thick, solid chest against Jaemin and whispered in a low voice.

“Who made you manifest?”

“⋯⋯.”

“It was us. We made you, with our pheromones.”

“Hngh⋯⋯.”

“And you think you can escape? Hm? Do you think that’s possible?”

Jaemin shook his head, not answering Ichan but trying to avoid the increasingly overpowering pheromones suffocating him at close range. It was unbearable. The heightened sensitivity of his newly manifested omega body made this pheromonal attack feel like violence.

But now, Ihyun approached with a mischievous smile. The weight of the pheromones doubled. Jaemin felt like his lungs were being crushed flat under the pressure.

“No other alpha will be able to satisfy you. You won’t even feel their pheromones. What will you do when your heat cycle comes? Do you have money to buy the suppressants that cost a hundred thousand won each? Or will you go to the public health center and beg for free ones? Your ID says you’re still a beta.”

“Hngh⋯⋯ stop⋯⋯.”

“Or will you just bite your blanket and endure it? Every few months? For the rest of your life? That sounds like a lot of fun.”

Ihyun tended to Jaemin’s limp palm again. The sight of his blood-soaked hand made Ihyun frown instinctively. *Tsk.* What if a scar remained on this pretty hand? With skilled movements, he quickly wiped the blood, treated the wound, and wrapped it with a bandage.

Jaemin’s eyelashes trembled slightly. While he felt himself sinking into the bed, Ihyun and Ichan seemed unaffected. It was infuriating, unfair to the point he couldn’t even speak.

Clenching his teeth hard, Jaemin gathered his strength. He was desperately trying to release his pheromones. He hadn’t forgotten the expressions on their faces when he first entered this bedroom. He believed his pheromones would have some effect on them as well.

Perhaps they sensed Jaemin’s desperation, as his body began to emit pheromones, though clumsily.

“……”

“……”

Ihyun and Ichan’s faces stiffened. Seeing that, Jaemin’s lips twitched, thinking his pheromones were working.

But it was a mistake. Jaemin’s pheromones merely tickled their arousal, teasing them. Ihyun and Ichan, who were already half-erect, became fully hard.

In their dark eyes, lust swirled intensely.

“Jaemin.”

Ihyun called Jaemin sweetly, and Jaemin looked at him with anxious eyes.

“Do you know what kind of pheromones you’re releasing like this?”

A faint smile played at the corners of Ihyun’s eyes. He looked both like a mischievous child and a villain hiding a malicious intent. Of course, the latter was far more likely.

Sensing the bleak future ahead, Jaemin’s face turned pale. He realized they had gone into heat from his pheromones, while he had been suppressed by theirs.

“No, no… it’s not like that.”

Jaemin shook his head intermittently. But no one believed his denial.

“It smells absolutely lovely.”

Ihyun buried his nose in Jaemin’s ear.

“It’s enough to make your spine curl up.”