I hadn’t visited Kwon Yido’s house for the past few months. There hadn’t really been a reason to go, and most of our meetings had been held outside. When we spent the night together, it was at my officetel, not his house.

Since I never brought it up, Kwon Yido didn’t suggest going home either. Probably, I guessed, out of concern that it might trigger trauma from my memories. I honestly didn’t think much of it, but apparently there are still parts he’s cautious about.

“...Home?”

As expected, he made a subtle expression the moment he heard me. His gaze, fixed steadily on me, was full of worry. His fingers, tightly interlaced, squeezed together as he asked quietly.

“Will you be okay?”

“Worry is...”

I gave a thin laugh and winked. For someone so bold in business, I couldn’t understand why he acted so hesitant when it came to me. Knowing he wouldn’t listen even if I said I was fine, I placed my hand on top of his on the gearshift and tapped the back of his hand lightly.

“I should go pick up the things I left behind, sooner or later.”

“....”

Without another word, he shifted gears and started the car. On his left wrist, resting on the steering wheel, was a black leather watch. It was a luxury brand piece, specially engraved for him.

“Are you planning to take everything?”

“Well, first the flowers, the perfume... and the car key?”

Half of it was a joke. They were all things he had given me, and leaving them behind wouldn’t really be a problem.

But as soon as he heard me, Kwon Yido’s expression subtly shifted. His refined eyes twisted slightly, and I asked, half-guessing:

“You didn’t throw them out, did you?”

“No.”

The reply came back sharp, to my relief. Glancing briefly at the rearview mirror, Kwon Yido slowly began, turning the wheel.

“I didn’t throw them away...”

His words trailed off. If he didn’t throw them out, then why hesitate like that? Just as I wondered, the continuation came.

“...I used them.”

“....”

Was there anything of mine he’d actually use? He had plenty of clothes, watches, cars—enough that he’d never need to use mine. The only thing that came to mind that he might have used was...

“The car?”

“No.”

“....”

“The perfume.”

“...Perfume?”

I instinctively leaned closer and sniffed him. The heavy scent mingled with faint pheromones was from the perfume I had given him on the day we started dating. Surely he didn’t mean that one. The only others I could think of were two more.

“Which perfume? The one I made at Heena’s workshop?”

“No, the one I gave you.”

So it must have been the lily-of-the-valley perfume released by Company G. Now that I thought of it, I did remember giving him a small decant before one of his business trips. Did he like it after trying it then?

“I couldn’t sleep, so I sprayed it a few times before bed.”

“....”

I stared blankly at his profile. The road’s lights reflected across his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He sprayed it before bed because he couldn’t sleep... That was nothing like what I had imagined.

“...So did you sleep well?”

“Well...”

So you didn’t sleep, huh.

His vague answer looked quite awkward. His lightly furrowed eyes carried a sheepishness uncharacteristic of him. I let out a short, helpless laugh.

“I mean, it’s fine if you use it...”

He was doing the same thing I used to do. Half the thought was that it was out of place and kind of cute. The other half was unease—Did he have insomnia too? If he sprayed my perfume before sleeping, there could only be one reason. And yet, he’d been facing me all this time like nothing was wrong.

“Do you still spray it before bed?”

“These days I don’t have the time.”

For some reason, his calm reply embarrassed me. Well, of course he doesn’t now. Not when we fall asleep every night drenched in each other’s pheromones, instead of perfume.

We chatted idly on the way to his house. When I mentioned that the employees had figured out about us, Kwon Yido only laughed silently—until I told him he’d better be careful now, at which point he frowned in displeasure. Clearly, he had kissed me fully aware people were watching.

It didn’t take long to reach his house from the company. The moment the familiar gates appeared in the distance, I fell silent, struck with a strange feeling. Should I call it nostalgic? When I left here, I never thought I’d return like this.

As soon as we parked in the garage, Yido once again leaned over and unfastened my seatbelt himself. His hand brushed up and stroked my cheek lightly before retreating. When I flinched at the tickling touch, he bent close and kissed me gently.

“...Do you always like kissing this much?”

I had never thought of him as the type for frequent displays of affection, but in the past few months my impression had changed. He seemed desperate to express what he had restrained for so long, like he couldn’t breathe without doing so. Even now, wasn’t he looking at me with such tender eyes?

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never liked it before.”

He replied in his usual flat tone, then pressed his lips to mine again. The kiss was deeper this time, but he broke away the moment I tried to part my lips. When I lowered my eyes in disappointment, he spoke in a coaxing voice.

“Eat first.”

Even though I had come unannounced, the chef smoothly served a meal for two. The lavish spread was no different from what we’d have in the Haesin residence. I’d heard he was once the head chef of a famous hotel—why a private household needed such talent, I had no idea.

After eating, we naturally went to my room. Calling it mine now felt strange, but since nothing had changed since I left, I could still call it that. Opening the wooden door at the end of the second floor, the sight that greeted me was exactly the same.

“...You really didn’t throw anything away.”

Everything was intact. The bed I’d used, the table, my books and clothes, even the things on the nightstand.

“You kept all this... just as it was?”

I walked slowly inside, leaving him silent behind me. Just like when we first got engaged, the spacious room felt unbearably awkward. All the furniture and décor were my taste, and outside the window, sprouts were beginning to push up in the garden.

“....”

It felt strange. And apparently, Kwon Yido felt the same. He was watching me in silence, like my being here—and being here with him—felt foreign.

“Have you come into this room often?”

“...No.”

He only stepped inside after I asked. His tension was obvious. Glancing around as he approached, he frowned slightly.

“I thought of you... so I couldn’t come in.”

Isn’t that funny. He couldn’t sleep without spraying perfume, yet he couldn’t even step into this room.

I walked to the nightstand beside the bed. Under a glass dome sat a lily-of-the-valley bloom and the perfume I had made at Heena’s workshop. But the perfume he had supposedly used wasn’t there, so I turned to him and asked:

“Where’s the other perfume?”

“In my room.”

“...Your room?”

So he had really taken it and used it for himself. Not like it contained any sedative ingredients. I couldn’t scold him—if anything, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Let’s go to your room, then.”

Kwon Yido’s room wasn’t much different from how I ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) last remembered it. Sparse monotone furniture, the space filled with his pheromones and faint perfume. As he said, on the nightstand beside the bed sat one lonely perfume bottle.

“....”

The moment I lifted it, I let out a hollow laugh. I had suspected from the weight, but only half—no, less than half—remained. I had hardly used it myself, so how much had he sprayed?

“...And you said just a few times.”

It was far more than a few. Tilting the bottle, I watched the liquid slosh. The lily-of-the-valley ornament on the cap sparkled under the light.

“You ended up using up the gift you gave me...”

As I chuckled, I felt his presence behind me. At some point, he had come close and slipped his arms gently around my waist. He rubbed his nose against the back of my ear.

“I’ll buy you another.”

His breath tickled against my skin. Sometimes I thought his actions weren’t much different from a young animal. Like now, when he nuzzled against me with something like affection.

“I’ll buy enough to fill this whole room.”

He whispered softly, lips brushing my pheromone gland as he bit down. He nibbled lightly, then sucked until a wet sound came. I hunched my shoulders against the ticklish sensation as his hand slid up from my waist to my tie.

“Hmm? Sejin-ah.”

“....”

There’s no need for another bottle. I thought as I turned my head away. His lips trailed down my neck until finally they pressed deeply against mine. Pecking like a bird, he kissed me again and again, then hooked his finger over my tie and murmured:

“You’ll stay the night, right?”

***

“Hh, wait...”

The back of my head sank into the soft bed. I tried to turn away, but he gripped my chin and kissed me relentlessly. His tongue teased between my lips, slipping inside before I could resist.

“Mmng.”

The rich pheromone already filled the room. My pulse hammered so hard it felt like blood was rushing out of me. Gasping, I sucked at his tongue while clutching his bare shoulder.

“...Haa.”

It wasn’t even a heat cycle, yet my head spun dizzily. My mind melted into mush, leaving only Kwon Yido in focus. When did it start? When I nodded without hesitation at his question? Or when he lifted me in his arms and carried me into the bathroom?

“Ah, hh... mm.”

His lips slid down slowly, past my collarbone, grazing my chest. Neither of us wore a single stitch of clothing, so nothing could stop him. Our erections brushed together, and after releasing once in the shower, mine was wet again.

“Ah...!”

He nipped sharply at my nipple. After being teased so much recently, the slightest touch stung. Knowing exactly how sensitive I was, he soothed me, flicking gently with his tongue.

“Mmm...”

Everywhere he touched felt like an erogenous zone. My lips, my chest under his mouth, my waist under his fingers, and his other hand slipping between my thighs.

“You’re wet both front and back...”

“...Mmn, ah, there...”

His large hand grasped my cock. I wasn’t small, but his hand was big enough to fit me perfectly. Stroking up and down as if judging its shape, he rubbed his thumb across the head.

“Hhh...!”

My thigh trembled and jerked. Reflexively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he bit into my chest again. The hand that had tickled my side gripped my thigh, pinning it firmly to his hip.

“...Haa, hurry.”

I stroked the line from his shoulder to his neck. For someone always busy with work, his body was remarkably well-built. Every part I touched was hard muscle under smooth skin, so satisfying to feel.

“Put it in already... please?”

“Don’t rush.”

He chuckled and rubbed his nose against mine. He says that, when his eyes are already gone with lust. His hands left marks all over me as he pressed kisses to my cheek and ear, pressing his lower body flush against mine.

“...Haa.”

We’d done this plenty, yet I was always tense at this point—when he pressed his glans against me, rubbing my perineum. Even drenched, my tight entrance resisted stretching.

“Ahh, hhh...”

“...Tch.”

If his girth were smaller, it wouldn’t be so hard. Even melted by his pheromones, I could feel clearly as he pushed into me. His thick head pried me open, and once the widest part slipped in, the rest sank deep.

“Ahh, ngh...!”

Sliding in, his cock scraped against every nerve, spearing me to the deepest point. The pleasure was electric, like being shocked, and I came instantly. Shuddering, I spilled, while he exhaled heavily and studied my face.

“...Hhh.”

“I always think...”

His palm rubbed across my chest, smearing semen into my skin. Without pulling out, he circled his hips, eyes wet with heat.

“...You feel it so well.”

“...Hhk!”

He thrust hard, jolting me violently. My body convulsed helplessly. As I groaned with my head thrown back, he soothed my stomach gently, as though calming a child.

“Good boy...”

“Ahh, ngh...”

I couldn’t see, but I was sure my stomach bulged. He reached nearly to my navel, no doubt about it. Squinting hazily, I felt his lips press against my eyelids.

Then he slowly pulled back.

“...Ahhh!”

Thrust! He slammed back in without warning. Not painful—too good, too much. My cock, already spent, rose again.

“Hhh, ahh, nn, mmm...”

Holding me close, he moved his hips. At first hard, then agonizingly slow. Maybe because I wasn’t stretched enough yet. That only made it worse—unbearable.

“...More, hh, faster. Please...”

I clung to him, begging. I moved my hips myself, legs locked tight around him. I didn’t want to let him out, pressed flush to trap him inside me.

“...Hhh.”

He exhaled harshly, clutching my back. Buried in my neck, he inhaled my pheromones deeply. Over time, I had started to produce more, almost as much as a normal omega.

“You always beg even though you can’t take it.”

I had no answer to that. The last time, I’d teased him too much and couldn’t walk the next day. And all I’d done was change how I addressed him, like a joke.

“Mmm, there...”

But that was then, this is now. I’d paid dearly for it, but it had felt incredible. Even now, I wanted more, faster. I kissed his ear and whispered:

“Ahh, baby...”

“....”

He froze. Inside me, his cock swelled harder. The pressure was almost painful, but I stroked his back without stopping.

“Tomorrow’s the weekend—ahh, hnngh!”

Thrust! A crushing pleasure ripped through me. My vision flared white. As I lost my mind, his voice rumbled low:

“...Yeah, baby. Tomorrow’s the weekend.”