(BL) Rejected by daughter's second male lead-Chapter 67

"Hah... hah..."

Yuan’s pheromones wrapped around Gillen’s body like a snake. They coiled around his veins, seeped into every corner of his bones, and seemed to manipulate his nerves. Before he knew it, drool was running down Gillen’s mouth, and from his throbbing erection, watery precum dripped in beads, soaking his underwear unpleasantly.

Gillen’s hand gripping the armrest of the sofa turned pale. His own pheromones were erupting uncontrollably, filling the room to a suffocating extent. If pheromones had form, the room would likely be shrouded in fog. The two of their pheromones densely filled the space.

"No... ah, ugh..."

Even though this wasn’t a rut, the surge of desire and thirst was as intense as the last time. Gillen felt despair as if he had become less than human, a mere beast. Yuan, sleeping soundly in drunken slumber, looked like a delicious prey.

"Yuan, Yuan, wake up. Teleport me... huff..."

He was too out of breath to speak properly. His chest burned so hot that he could feel the pain.

I have to get out of here.

Gillen still remembered that all the robots here were Betas. He could go outside and ask them for a separate room. Or better yet, have them lock him up. He could ask for some suppressant and water...

Deciding on a plan, Gillen staggered to his feet and headed for the door. But before he could grab the handle, a hand shot out from behind and slammed the door shut.

"Yuan?"

The moment Gillen turned, a wave of strong pheromones, almost chilling, hit him along with the smell of alcohol.

"Where are you going?"

Yuan’s eyes were half-closed. It seemed he was barely holding onto consciousness. In a half-dream state, he had instinctively followed Gillen’s pheromones.

"Yuan... ugh, teleport me, quickly. To my house... huff..."

"Why should I do that?"

Yuan brushed his fingertips along Gillen’s jaw. The slightly rough stubble scratched against his skin. Even this small contact made his entire body feel like it was melting. Gillen exhaled with effort.

"Huff... we can’t... do that again, can we..."

"That... kind of thing? Why can’t we do it?"

Why can’t they? Well... the age gap is huge. Both of them are Alphas, and they’re in a pretend relationship under contract... it’s not even rutting season. And above all, you used to be my daughter’s secondary male lead. Just because we’ve strayed from the original story doesn’t mean that fact no longer exists.

But Gillen didn’t have time to argue all that in detail. His lower body was already being hit with overwhelming stimulation. Yuan was already rubbing against him.

"Ah... nah... ah!"

Gillen turned his head and groaned. That monstrous, hard shaft he’d seen before—the one like a spear—was mercilessly pressing through the fabric of his pants. Even though the friction was slightly dulled by the cloth, the sensation was still intense.

"Hah... haa... ugh... huff!"

Embarrassingly, drool ran down his face, and Gillen had to press his lips together to stop it. Yet Yuan didn’t mock him. Instead, he stuck out his bright red tongue and licked Gillen’s jaw all the way up to his lips.

"Sweet..."

Yuan murmured. His taking Gillen’s lips was only natural. Their mouths, heated from both alcohol and desire, pressed and mashed together. Tongues intertwined and saliva flowed freely. Occasionally, their teeth clinked together, producing comically sharp little sounds. There was no romance or dignity—only a feral, animalistic kiss.

’I need to push him away...’

Gillen desperately resisted with his fading reason. Yet the longer the kiss went on, the more his body felt like it was floating in midair.

"Ha... ha... uh?"

When he opened his eyes for a moment:

"Wait... uh, just a second! Hah... Y-Ywan! We’re floating! We’re floating in the air!"

It wasn’t a hallucination—he really was suspended midair! Unconsciously, it seemed Yuan had used some kind of levitation magic. Gillen flailed in surprise but, fortunately, didn’t fall. One of Yuan’s hands held Gillen’s waist, the other gripped the back of his neck, and their thighs and legs were tangled together.

But he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding. It was already fast, and now it shot up like crazy. And eventually...

"Ughhh..."

Gillen’s eyes rolled back, and his neck went limp. He had fainted.

***

Thump, thump... thump, thump...

Gillen dreamed. A massive octopus pressed its suction cups against his body, sucking at his skin. Strangely, the suction made his entire body feel hot, and his lower region itch with need. As he struggled to push the octopus’ legs away, it transformed into a large glass jar.

’Huh, this isn’t just a glass jar—it’s a cupping device?’

The cupping therapy Gillen had only ever seen back in Korea was now happening on his body.

’No! It hurts! If this comes off, it’ll leave cupping marks!’

Even back when he lived in Korea, he’d never actually received cupping treatment himself. So why was there cupping in this Western romance novel world? On top of that, one of the cupping devices was pressed over his left chest, sucking on his nipple mercilessly.

"Ah... huff, it hurts...!"

"Does it hurt?"

Huh. The cupping device was talking. Gillen looked down at his left chest. The device gradually transformed, taking on the shape of a human face, and then became a dazzling plaster statue. The statue spoke.

"It hurts me too. I’m barely restraining myself from sticking inside you right now; I’m just nibbling a little."

"Hhh... w-what... what are you saying...?"

"I’m saying it hurts because my dick feels like it’s about to burst."

Then the plaster statue pressed its face back onto Gillen’s chest. No! It seemed far too hard and solid... But before he could finish thinking that, the statue gently melted into a warm, soft jelly. The intensity of the suction eased. It felt like just a lip-shaped jelly rubbing over his nipple.

"Huh...?"

Lip-shaped jelly? Gillen was puzzled by the strange sensation when suddenly:

"You’re awake, right? Answer me. Otherwise, we won’t be able to finish."

"Finish...?"

Gillen lifted his heavy eyelids and, like before, looked down at his left chest. What was there now was neither octopus, nor cupping device, nor plaster statue, nor jelly.

"Y-Ywan? Huff... uh!"

"You’re finally awake."

Yuan flicked Gillen’s left nipple sharply with his fingertip as he spoke. Once awake, the previously dull, pleasant stimulation became sharper and more piercing.

"Ha... do you know how long I had to endure it when you suddenly passed out?"

"Endure...?"

Once an individual’s sexual desire had been triggered, it was nearly impossible to suppress it. Even Gillen, who normally resisted sex, had to inflict self-harm in order to retain his sanity during rut.

"You... harmed yourself?"

Still groggy, Gillen groped Yuan’s bare back and asked. Ewan let out a laugh.

"Why would I hurt my precious body? I was just kissing you."

Kiss... Only then did Gillen realize that all the octopus, cupping device, plaster statue, and jelly that had appeared in his dream were nothing more than manifestations of Yuan’s persistent, insistent kisses.

"...Suction cup...."

"What was that?"

"Suc— ugh!"

"You want me to suck it? You sure ask for strange things."

Grumbling at what he thought he heard, Yuan leaned down. Before long, Gillen felt a sudden warmth envelop him down below.

"Hah! N-no! Wait—ugh!"

He hadn’t meant that—he’d been talking about a suction cup, not asking to be sucked. But there was no time to explain; Yuan’s tongue was already moving, tracing and pressing in ways that made Gillen shudder.

"Hhhn... ah, aah!"

It was like a lightning bolt of pleasure. Gillen’s toes curled, his whole body tensing as his expression melted into something almost sensual. His stomach and thighs quivered uncontrollably.

"Haa, it feels... so good!"

Instead of answering, Yuan only went deeper, determination flaring in his actions. Gillen gasped sharply, overwhelmed by the intensity.

"S-stop, I can’t—ahhh!"

But Yuan didn’t stop. His stubbornness only pushed things further until Gillen could no longer hold back. With a strangled cry, release came, leaving him trembling and clutching desperately at the bedsheets.

When it was over, he slumped back, shivering as cool air brushed against his overheated shaft.

"C-cold..." he murmured, body trembling.

Hearing that, Yuan laughed in disbelief.

"So what you’re saying is... you want me to keep you warm like this?"

"No, that’s not—ugh! Ewan!"

All of a sudden, Yuan’s body pressed down against Gillen’s, their heat colliding. Yuan’s warmth was unbelievable, almost like fire itself.

And strangely enough, that heat really did chase the cold away. In his dazed state, Gillen even found himself thinking how nice it would be if he could carry that warmth around in his hands like a pocket heater. Yuan chuckled above him, amused.

"Wow... never seen anyone use another man’s cock like a heat pack before."

He looked genuinely entertained. It seemed he was glad to share his warmth with Gillen.

"I’ll heat you up properly."

Yuan moved against him, their members rubbing together. Sensations flared again, and Gillen’s head tipped back.

"Haa... haa... ah!"

"A self-heating toy with a pleasure function, huh? Might be worth inventing. It would probably sell well. Gillen, you’d buy a whole box yourself, wouldn’t you?"

"N-no, that’s... ah, haa!"

In the world where Gillen had once lived, such devices already existed. Not that he had ever purchased or used one himself. But in this world, mages seemed like a mix of mad scientists, inventors, and opportunistic merchants.

Even as waves of pleasure rippled through his body, that was the thought that flitted through his mind.

As if noticing his distraction, Yuan suddenly thrust his hips. There was a heavy smack as their bodies collided, sending a sharp jolt of pain-tinged pleasure through Gillen.

"Hhhngh!"

"You don’t look the type, but you make such lewd sounds. Gillen, do other people know you sound like this?"

"No, ugh... ah, haa...!"

"I was the first, wasn’t I? To be inside you. Since you’re an alpha too."

At the word alpha, Yuan drove into him harder. Pain and pleasure surged together.

"Ahhh! Hhhhn... ah, aaah!"

"No one else can know, of course. Think of how it would ruin the dignity of the Duke of Blake."

"Hhhngh... uhh!"

Gillen climaxed again—faster than usual. It was as if his body had been craving this union, urging him on.

"Already? Is it age, or were you always this quick? Looks premature to me."

"W-watch your tongue! I’m not—ugh! Haa... ah, wait!"

"What was that? I’m quick? Fine, I’ll take that into account."

Yuan smirked and pressed a finger against him. With the fluids already flowing, there was no need for oil—the entrance was slick and welcoming. The moment Yuan’s finger slid inside, the tight ring yielded eagerly.

"So wet and smooth. Are you sure you’re really an alpha? Not an omega?"

"No, I’m not—ahhh, haa, ah!"

Last time, Yuan had taken his time preparing him, but now his finger went straight for the sensitive spot. Pressing against the swollen area of his prostate, Gillen’s body trembled violently.

"Hhhhn, ugh, ahh! Aahhh!"

"You should retest your traits. The way only we can sense each other’s pheromones, how sensitive you are inside, how your body prepares so easily for me... those are all signs of a marked omega."

"No, ahhh, nghh... stop!"

The overwhelming sensations made Gillen thrash. His abs stood out sharply, chest muscles taut, even the muscles of his hips and thighs straining with definition—proof of an alpha’s naturally developed physique. Yuan looked down at him almost admiringly and murmured:

"Well... I don’t really mind if you’re still an alpha."

For Yuan, traits had never really mattered. His lifelong Achilles’ heel had always been social status, so compared to that, he hardly cared about other distinctions.

Whether people compared alphas and omegas, or ranked trait-bearers above betas, Yuan was utterly indifferent. He couldn’t even understand why they got so worked up about it. To him, it was just fools clinging to petty excuses to feel superior.

Because of that, he carried almost no prejudice about traits. His only concern was managing his own rut—so he studied pheromone glands and suppressants. When it came, he would suppress the glands with magic and control his nerves with medication. Unlike other alphas, he never prowled around like a beast, eyes glazed with lust.

Since his very first rut at awakening, he had never once been ruled by his libido. The only exception had been right after his pheromone clash with Gillen, when neither magic nor drugs worked. But until then, his self-control had been flawless.

That was why traits themselves meant little to him. In a way, he was the perfect partner for Gillen. Gillen, though an alpha, disliked penetration—and Yuan, who didn’t insist on omega partners, suited him best. Yuan had even once joked it was a good thing, since he couldn’t get pregnant anyway.

"Hhhngh, nghh, uhh..."

The strained, teeth-gritting moans came one after another. But both of them knew the truth—Gillen was drowning in pleasure, on the brink of losing himself. Yuan slid in another finger, curling them like hooks to catch deep inside and shake him.

"Ha—hahh, aaah! Aaaghh!"

Gillen’s body jolted like he’d been shocked, bouncing helplessly. His length, pressed tight against his own stomach, released again, spilling a thick stream.

"I haven’t even finished once, and you’ve gone three times already? Don’t you think that’s a little selfish?"

"Haa... haa..."

’You still have the energy to talk nonsense...’

Gillen thought dimly. Through his blurred vision, Yuan’s body shimmered with sweat.Shimmering with sweat—what a ridiculous phrase. Yet it was true. He gleamed, radiant and healthy, like a model in an ad, deliberately dressed with artificial sweat. Compared to Gillen—drenched in sweat, saliva, and semen—Yuan looked like he belonged to another world.

"You..."

Gillen panted, forcing the words out.

"Don’t you find me... disgusting?"

He wasn’t normally insecure, nor did he think poorly of his looks. The face and body of Gillen Blake, which he now inhabited, were handsome and well-formed by any measure. He even looked years younger than his actual age.

But here he was, pinned beneath a man who remained dazzling, almost godlike in beauty, even in the middle of sex. He could feel spit stringing between his lips each time he spoke, sweat stinging his eyes, the scent of his own pheromones mixed with the sharp odour of exertion. An older man, twenty years his partner’s senior. Even with a strong sense of self, it was impossible not to ask that question.

Besides, Yuan was the kind of man who thought everyone but himself was unattractive. He had once looked at Cecilia—the story’s stunning heroine—and coolly said, ’You’re... passably pretty.’ And when he met Hexion, the breathtaking male lead, he’d remarked with utter seriousness: ’Pardon me, Your Highness, but did you happen to bump your face just now? The balance of your features seems a little off.’

So when such a man called Gillen "old" or "an old man," it was almost to be expected. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Disgusting? Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think someone with my refined sense of aesthetics would sleep with just anyone?"

That was Yuan’s answer.

"To be honest, you look far better now than you did earlier, all dressed up with powder on your face."

He must have noticed that the head maid had even applied makeup. Gillen felt a twinge of embarrassment, but that wasn’t what mattered most right now.

"Then... are you saying I look good to you now?"

"Haa... if you want a particular answer, just say so. You want to hear you’re handsome, right?"

"No, that’s not exactly—"

"Well, I suppose it feels nice to be acknowledged by the best-looking man in the world. But I can’t lie. Honestly... I wouldn’t call you perfectly handsome, but you’re fairly good-looking. Even now. And, well, my body seems to think you’re attractive enough."

As he spoke, Yuan flicked the heavy length between his legs with his free hand—the one not buried inside Gillen.

"Good enough? Then let’s continue."