Dirty Switch

Even when recalling the sudden rutting at Yeonhwagung, Joo Taehyun had been clumsy at everything back then. But at that time, there was the unexpected variable of pheromone abnormality. Everyone could see his condition wasn’t normal, so they had accepted it.
But today’s sex was on a whole different level—one that couldn’t be overlooked.
“You have to breathe.”

“Hah, sniff, huu...”
It got to the point that every time the position changed, Baekhan had to teach Taehyun exactly when to exhale.
Still, since Taehyun moved immediately as instructed, it meant he wasn’t inherently stiff. So what was the real reason for Taehyun’s clumsiness?

— Shall I contact Lawyer Ahn?
“Not yet. Let’s check Taehyun’s records first.”
For some reason, Taehyun had lied to Baekhan from the start.

Dirty Switch or not, there was no doubt his sexual experience was nearly nonexistent, if not completely.
That explained this whole mess.
For the inexperienced Taehyun, the Switch Baekhan gave him was a huge stimulus. If that caused a temporary pheromone abnormality... then it was a relief. They could find an effective treatment rather than just exchanging pheromones until Taehyun recovered. There was no need for more meaningless sex.

However, Baekhan was curious not about the details of the incident, but the deeper reason.
Why?
Why had Taehyun pretended to be skilled {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} with Alphas, lied about needing the Switch?

Baekhan knew Taehyun had liked him for a long time. He understood that childhood affection continued to the present.
If Taehyun had a childish breakdown after hearing the person he liked was getting married, fine. That much could be accepted.
But the problem was what came after.

For four years, Taehyun was the most ideal spouse Baekhan could have wished for. So much so that, separate from liking Baekhan, he assumed Taehyun found comfort elsewhere. Though the purchases of Switches were less frequent than expected, Baekhan was impressed by how strictly Taehyun separated public and private matters even at his young age, sometimes thinking marrying him was a good choice.
But if it was a lie that Taehyun had other sex partners or occasionally used Dirty Switch, then why on earth was he enduring this marriage?
Taehyun wasn’t just a rich chaebol heir; he came from a family so honorable it was even mentioned in history textbooks. He surely wouldn’t have let himself be swept by emotion rather than reason in a life-changing event like marriage.
Baekhan’s doubt circled back to the beginning.

“Yes. I first realized how radiant a person with a clear goal could be by watching you. You made me reflect on how I want to live.”
...Could it really be because he liked me too much?
Baekhan smirked quietly, realizing this was probably too far-fetched.

Putting aside Baekhan’s somewhat cynical nature, no one would believe such a thing. He and Taehyun didn’t have a great history or close intimacy. So how could Taehyun be so passionately devoted?
— Then I’ll contact you as soon as everything is ready.
“Yes. As soon as possible, please. Oh, and tomorrow... no, it’s past midnight, so this morning. Could you bring some clothes for Taehyun? Including all his underwear.”

— Yes, understood. Then for the director’s clothes—
“Oh, I’m fine.”
After ending the call, Baekhan looked around the mess of the bedroom. The hotel room was eerily quiet thanks to the soundless breathing of passed-out Taehyun. The disorder of furniture and items after rough sex replaced any noise.

Nothing inside was intact. The air was thick with a mixture of Baekhan’s pheromones, Taehyun’s pheromones, and strange scents that didn’t belong to Taehyun originally. Every place where people could sit or stand was soaked with the fluids both had spilled.
Even though Taehyun’s pretty youthful face could have been covered up if he couldn’t get an erection, Baekhan managed to get hard and ejaculate plenty with him.
Honestly, it had been the most interesting sex he’d ever had.

It was the first time Baekhan had surrendered his entire body not to familiar sexual excitement but to a twisted desire for domination. Despite being a strong Alpha male, no matter how deep he buried his cock or what exhausting positions he took, Taehyun’s body neither collapsed nor broke. Baekhan hadn’t had little experience mixing bodies before, but never pushed a partner so greedily, and so he became deeply absorbed in the act.
The sensation of his pheromones being sucked in by Taehyun was fresh, and the faint, grassy smell from Taehyun’s abnormal state was stimulating. The scent itself wasn’t sensual, but seeing an Alpha erase his original traits and dribble fragile pheromones to seduce him ignited Baekhan’s low-grade sadism.
Droplets of water from Baekhan’s still-damp hair left unpleasant streaks over his shirt.

Baekhan finished buttoning his shirt while staring at Taehyun’s swollen, abused asshole and the bruised buttocks, and his scrotum, reddened like an overripe plum about to burst.
Despite Baekhan’s repeated admonitions, Taehyun kept biting his lips, leaving unsightly scratches and even scabs on the dotted lower lip.
Tsk, Baekhan clicked his tongue lightly and fastened his belt. Sensing even slight movement of his pheromones, Taehyun’s asshole twitched. He didn’t seem fully awake but reacted reflexively. Seeing his tightly closed hole twitch, Baekhan suspected he was greedily swallowing his pheromones.

“Do you really like me that much?”
Watching Taehyun so aware of everything even while half out of it, Baekhan blurted out the awkward question.
“That’s not true, right?”

Lying that he liked Baekhan so much he’d sell out even DH Group, that he enjoyed sex with Alphas and the Dirty Switch... that couldn’t be true.
There was no answer from the sleeping—or passed out—Taehyun.
Baekhan put on his jacket and gave a final check of himself. Since it was past midnight, the promised date with Taehyun and the duty to service him with sex for his pheromone abnormality were all over.

“Good night, Taehyun.”
When he opened the door, the rush of outside air made him finally realize just how dense the pheromone concentration inside was.
Feeling his fingertips go numb, Baekhan paused briefly, then quietly closed the door and left again.

Maybe because of the pheromones he’d poured out and taken in like a bombing raid, or the aftermath of their bodies mixing, Baekhan felt somehow softened without realizing it. Whenever he reconsidered the absurd assumption that Taehyun’s huge blunder was an expression of affection toward him, an inexplicable sense of fullness arose.
Well, for now, it was all just suspicion. Until that doubt became certainty, Baekhan planned to calmly enjoy the situation.