The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]-Chapter 45: Valentine’s special: The day I became pregnant (6)

Chapter 45: Valentine’s special: The day I became pregnant (6)

Face turned to the side on the damp pillow, lips parted slightly, cheeks still flushed and tear-streaked, abdomen rounded softly from the sheer volume inside him. The tally marks on his lower stomach been crossed personally by him before he became like this.

Yoon Seoyul stayed locked inside him—knot still thick, still pulsing faintly—arms wrapped protectively around Cheon Areum’s limp form. He pressed slow, protective kisses to the nape of Cheon Areum’s neck, over the cluster of bite marks that now bloomed red and purple like a constellation of possession.

"Five... you took them all."

He didn’t even pull out once. Even now, he positioned them both onto their sides—spooning Cheon Areum from behind, one arm tucked under his head like a pillow, the other gently resting over the soft swell of his abdomen. The knot kept them joined, warm and full and intimate; every slow throb sent a faint ripple through Cheon Areum’s exhausted body, drawing small, subconscious whines from his parted lips.

"Mgn... don’t..."

Barely keeping himself conscious, Cheon Areum weakly removed the hand on the crossed tally marks. Yoon Seoyul obeyed instantly, taking his hand out from under the blanket. He lifted the hair from the nape. He gathered the damp strands of hair clinging to Cheon Areum’s nape with gentle fingers, lifting them away from the skin. Cool air kissed the exposed mark for half a second—then Yoon Seoyul’s mouth descended as he began to lick the permanent bite mark on Cheon Areum’s nape enthusiastically, still brimming with energy.

Warm, wet tongue swept over the permanent bite mark in one long, enthusiastic stroke. The scar tissue there was raised, ridged, permanently darkened from repeated claiming—deep purple-red against pale skin. His breath came hot and steady against the sensitive nape; each exhale sent shivers racing down Cheon Areum’s spine.

"Mmn... haa..."

Cheon Areum let out a soft, broken sound—half whine, half sigh—too tired to fight the fresh wave of heat that spread low in his belly despite everything. His body knew this touch too well now; even spent, even sore, it responded with a weak flutter around the softened knot still nestled inside him. Cheon Areum had long known Yoon Seoyul’s stamina was unmatched, especially when he was in a rut, but it had to reach a point. They had been fucking straight into the morning without any breaks, and Yoon Seoyul was unbothered, readily rolling his hips upwards and licking the warm skin.

"Mgn... enough... I’m not in heat anymore!"

Cheon Areum tried to yell, but his voice was too hoarse. Yoon Seoyul usually licked his nape whenever he was in heat, as the mark always burned too hot for Cheon Areum to handle, but he had been fucked out of his heat by the fourth knot already. He gripped the dark hair with his fingers, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to tug Yoon Seoyul’s mouth away from the nape.

"Seoyul... enough..."

Yoon Seoyul stopped, lips hovering a breath away from the mark, warm exhale ghosting over damp skin. He lifted his head slowly, eyes meeting Cheon Areum’s, who was still holding him by his hair as he turned to face him, and then he saw Yoon Seoyul face the intense look behind his eyes. Sweat clung to his brow, a single bead tracing down his temple; his lips were swollen from hours of kissing, biting, claiming. He looked like a man who had just finished a war and discovered the battlefield was his home.

Cheon Areum swallowed dryly—throat clicking, raw from crying out, from moaning, from begging. The sight of that look made his heart race behind his ribs. He immediately lowered Yoon Seoyul’s face by loosening his grip on the hair a bit and kissed him, super pleased with his husband. Not giving Yoon Seoyul the upper hand in the kiss, Cheon Areum sucked out all the vanilla he could taste from Yoon Seoyul’s lips and tongue and only let him go after he wore a proud and satisfied smile on his face.

"I’m sorry, you must be tired..."

"I am, but I don’t want to sleep like this. Finish your business and clean up, will you?"

"Okay."

Yoon Seoyul pecked his forehead, immediately getting on top of him again.

*

Cheon Areum sank deeper into the bathtub until the warm water lapped just beneath his chin, bubbles clinging to his collarbones like tiny, iridescent pearls. The steam carried the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus from the bath oil Yoon Seoyul had poured in earlier. He had been pulled in here after a short nap by Yoon Seoyul, who then he left to make Rian breakfast and get him ready for school, leaving him alone to make bubbles and play with the rubber ducks.

Cheon Areum had a collection of expensive rubber ducks, each one the only one of its kind in the world in different colors. He had four of them for now; it was a family of ducks. He decided to play with them until Yoon Seoyul came back.

The first was midnight blue with silver flecks across its back, tiny gold stars hand-brushed onto its wings—elegant, almost regal. The second was soft rose-gold, feathers etched in delicate filigree, eyes tiny chips of real amber that caught the bathroom light and glowed.

The third was deep emerald green, body swirled with pearlescent white like ocean foam, a single ruby droplet painted beneath one eye as if it were crying. The fourth—the newest—was matte black with veins of molten crimson running through it, like lava cooling on obsidian; its beak was polished silver, sharp enough to look almost dangerous.

Cheon Areum smiled faintly—tired, fond—and nudged the black one forward with his fingertip. It glided across the bubbles, cutting a clean path before bumping gently into the rose-gold duck. He tilted his head, watching them bob together.

"Boom! Family reunion."

He murmured to the empty bathroom, voice still hoarse from hours of crying out. He flicked a bubble toward the emerald duck; it popped against the ruby tear with a faint, satisfying plink. The water rippled softly around his knees as he shifted; he winced at the dull ache between his legs. He could still feel the phantom fullness low in his belly. Cheon Areum scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them gently toward the blue duck. They floated, wobbling, catching rainbows in the morning light that streamed through the frosted window when the door creaked open.

Yoon Seoyul stepped in, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Their eyes met across the steam-filled bathroom. Cheon Areum spoke first, voice still rough around the edges from the night before, but steady.

"Rian left for school?"

"Hmm."

Yoon Seoyul hummed in response as he crossed the tiled floor. He knelt beside the tub, knees pressing into the damp bath mat. One hand dipped into the warm, lavender-scented water to test the temperature; the other reached for the half-empty bottle of shampoo on the ledge—the expensive one for Cheon Areum. He squeezed a generous dollop into his palm, rubbed his hands together until foam bloomed white and thick, then slid both palms gently into Cheon Areum’s wet hair. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Not really..."

Cheon Areum pondered for a moment as Yoon Seoyul worked through his hair, the warm water lap against his collarbone while Yoon Seoyul’s fingers continued their slow, methodical work through his hair. Suds slid down his temples in lazy trails; the faint jasmine scent mixed with the clean. He stared at the four rubber ducks bobbing in formation near his knee—the black-and-crimson one tilting slightly before speaking out and sharing his thoughts.

"Yoon Seoyul, you can single handly save the human population from going extinct."

The perks of being the main character, probably. Yoon Seoyul didn’t respond to that, but his ears flushed with a deep pink as he listened.

"After fucking the daylights out of me... tsk tsk... Am I wrong?"

"You’re the only population I care about saving."

Yoon Seoyul answered as he rinsed Cheon Areum’s hair. In the meantime, Cheon Areum’s hand moved to the black tally marks on his belly. He rubbed the area to remove them, but nothing fazed them. Cheon Areum’s hand hovered over them again, thumb pressing harder this time—rubbing in tight, anxious circles. The skin beneath flushed pink from the friction, but the ink stayed. Getting more anxious, he called out to Yoon Seoyul.

"Yoon Seoyul, why is it not coming off?"

He showed him.

"Why did you even do this? Was it a permanent marker?"

"I don’t know... I thought it would be better to keep a count in case I forget..."

Cheon Areum mumbled out in a panic. Yoon Seoyul tried to run the marks out too, but they were too permanent...

"....."

"....."

Yoon Seoyul helplessly looked at him as Cheon Areum pouted, driven to the point of tears at his marked body. Cheon Areum’s lashes fluttered up—tears already clinging to them like dew. One slipped free anyway, cutting a clean path down his cheek before dripping into the bathwater with a tiny plink.