Free Web NovelChapter 506: Do whatever. Just make it stop
"If I touch you," Ki-hoon whispered, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity, "I’m not going to be able to stop."
I shook my head, my hair sticking to my wet cheeks, my voice coming out thin and desperate. "Then don’t... Don’t stop. Just make me feel good."
The words felt like a final surrender. I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. I didn’t care about tomorrow. I just wanted the friction to turn into something that didn’t feel like dying.
Seo-Jun watched us, his eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and dark amusement. He let out a sharp, mocking laugh and clicked his tongue.
"And who was it that was acting like a saint just now?" he sneered, his gaze fixed on Ki-hoon’s hand. "Funny how fast the ’monk’ crumbles when the rabbit actually pulls his hand to the prize."
Ki-hoon didn’t even look at him. His entire focus was locked on me, his breathing heavy and ragged. The ice in his eyes had completely melted into something molten. His fingers finally flexed against the front of my trousers, and I let out a sharp, broken gasp, my back arching off the bed.
"Is this what you want?" Ki-hoon asked, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "You’re sure, Jo-Pil? Because once I start, I’m taking everything."
I couldn’t even find words anymore. I just nodded frantically, my hands still white-knuckled as I gripped his wrist, pulling him harder against the ache. I was a mess of tears and heat, begging for the person I was supposed to be most afraid of to take control.
Jin-Yeok stepped closer to the head of the bed, his shadow stretching over us.
"If Ki-hoon is going to be the one to start," he said, his voice smooth but carrying a rough edge, "don’t think the rest of us are just going to stand in the corner and watch."
Min-Cheol let out a shaky breath, finally dropping his hand from his face. His blue eyes were wide, tracking every movement of Ki-hoon’s hand. "We brought him here together," he murmured. "It’s only fair we all help the bunny feel... better."
I shook my head, my eyes squeezed shut so tight that stars danced behind my eyelids. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to think about "fairness" or whose turn it was. The fire was licking at my insides, turning my blood into lead, and the ache in my pants was so sharp it felt like a knife.
"I don’t care," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "Just... please. Do whatever. Just make it stop."
Seo-Jun crawled up from the foot of the bed, and even before he touched me, I could feel the heat coming off him like a radiator.
He didn’t grab my face this time. Instead, he just flopped his upper body right across my shins and knees. Imagine a heavy, breathing weight pinning your legs flat against the mattress so you can’t kick or move.
His chest was heavy on my knees, and he was just hovering there, staring like a hawk at the way I was still clutching Ki-hoon’s wrist, forcing his hand to stay pressed against my dick. fгeewebnovёl.com
"You heard him, monk," Seo-Jun purred, though his voice was trembling with his own restraint. "He doesn’t want your lectures. He wants relief."
Ki-hoon’s fingers finally moved. I let go of his hand, and he unbuttoned the waist of my suit trousers carefully in a way that didn’t match the bleeding hunger in his eyes.
Even though he had been rational this whole time, he was still an Alpha. And there was only so much he could control while his senses were being flooded by my Pheromones.
When the fabric finally gave way, the sudden release of pressure made me sob out loud. The air hit my skin, cold and stinging, and I bucked my hips upward, searching for the heat of his palm.
"Look at him," Min-Cheol whispered. I felt his hand—smaller, cooler—brush the hair away from my forehead. He was leaning over the headboard, watching me with an intensity that felt like it was peeling back my skin. "He’s so far gone. He’s not even trying to hide those eyes anymore."
Jin-Yeok’s hand found my ankle, his grip firm as he pulled my leg slightly to the side, opening me up.
"Then let’s give him what he’s begging for," he said, his voice a low, vibrating chord of dominance.
Ki-hoon’s hand finally slid inside my briefs, his hand grabbing my dick, and my body shuddered. The contact was so electric, so intense, that my vision went white.
He hadn’t even done anything yet, but it already felt so good.
I cried out, my head snapping back into the pillow as he finally began to stroke, and the first wave of ejaculation hit me. It was too much and not enough all at once.
"That’s it, Jo-Pil," Ki-hoon rasped, his thumb sweeping over the tip of my dick, catching the cum that was suddenly spilling out and already ruining the sheets. "Just breathe. We’ve got you."
I wasn’t a wallflower anymore. I wasn’t the janitor, or the student, or the servant’s son. I was just a mess of nerves and heat, anchored to the bed by the hands of four Alphas who were no longer fighting each other, but were now perfectly, terrifyingly focused on me.
(Sorry to all those looking forward to the smegsy time, but too bad. We’re having a time skip. Welp.)
The morning light was a cold, sharp blade cutting through the heavy curtains, and for a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the weight hit me—not just the mental weight of what I’d done, but the physical reality of four bodies anchoring me to the bed.
I tried to shift, to slide out from under the tangle of sheets and heavy limbs, but the hands pinned me down instantly. They didn’t even have to wake up fully; it was like their instincts knew that the second I opened my eyes, I’d try to flee.
Their fingers tightened on my waist and shoulders, keeping me trapped in the center of the mattress.
I was aching in places I didn’t know could hurt. My body felt like it had been dismantled and put back together by someone who didn’t quite know the instructions.
The memories of the night were a blurred, feverish montage. I remembered moaning into lips I would’ve cursed out in my mind just forty-eight hours ago. I remembered trembling and buckling under the touch of men I was supposed to be repulsed by. I had been so far gone—low and beneath the very ones I had shamed for being lascivious animals—and yet, I had begged for every second of it.
But through the haze of Seo-Jun’s jagged hunger and Jin-Yeok’s suffocating dominance, one image stayed perfectly clear: Ki-hoon’s eyes.
