Let Us Discuss My Glorious Hell

What had displeased him? Was it bringing up their past connection from ten years ago? Or was it asking him to release his pheromones in the first place?

‘Or maybe it was because I, a mere one-night stand, acted too presumptuously…’

At the thought that this might be the last time, Doyun couldn’t hide his gloom. Unable to easily calm his heart, he kept glancing at Yujae from the corner of his eye. But seeing him still pressing his lips tightly, he drooped the corners of his eyes, thinking he shouldn’t have spoken up.

“…I’m sorry, Director.”

Doyun, with his head dropped, whispered softly. Yujae then asked in a composed voice.

“For what?”

“For speaking out of turn…”

“I don’t understand what you mean by that. And I also don’t see why you should apologize.”

“…”

“It seems my tone caused a misunderstanding, but whatever it might be, there’s absolutely no reason for you to blame yourself like this. So don’t think too deeply about it.”

“…Yes.”

Doyun replied in a barely audible voice. Seeing his somewhat dejected appearance, Yujae raised the corners of his mouth as usual. However, Doyun was still downcast, and his small body, which had heated up with excitement, was gradually cooling down.

Seemingly perplexed by the markedly changed atmosphere, Yujae let out a sigh, “hmm.” It seemed like the mood would only lighten if he released his pheromones, but that was no easy task.

Quietly gazing at the dejected Doyun, Yujae fell into deep thought. Then, as if having made a decision, he exhaled softly and extended his hand to Doyun.

“Come here.”

“…”

“Come on.”

Though he wore a subtle smile, there was a strange wariness in his eyes. It wasn’t just caution directed towards Doyun. He seemed to be on high alert about something, but Doyun pretended not to notice, lowering his gaze and slowly scooting closer. Then, looking up at him, he blushed his cheeks.

As if he had been waiting, Yujae pulled the head that fit perfectly in his arms to his chest. Then, patting the shoulders that flinched at the hot warmth, he let out a soft laugh.

“If you start breathing even slightly heavily… Whether it’s my lips or hands, I hope you bite down hard.”

So that I can stop too. He gently stroked the round head of the person nestled in his arms, as if thinking how pretty he was. Then he slowly lowered his head and kissed the beautifully swollen lips.

At the gentle kiss, Doyun closed his eyes with an excited heart. When a warm tongue entered between his slightly parted lips, he let out a pleasurable sound, “hmng.”

With deeply intertwined breaths, Doyun gradually felt his body heating up. Wanting to touch him even a little more, he pressed his body close to him, and felt a hot warmth from Yujae’s neck against his.

Whether granting his request or not, the longed-for scent brushed his nose despite not having taken medication. Yujae’s pheromones, unchanged from ten years ago, reminded him of dried tree bark and cool pine scent.

A pleasant shiver ran through him, feeling as if he were walking alone on a trail at dawn, relying on the dim light. Presumptuously, that lonely and quiet scent remained the most comfortable fragrance to him even after ten years.

***

“Hmng…”

Doyun, who was sleeping comfortably, twisted his body and made a groaning sound. Then, with his long eyelashes fluttering, he softly mumbled something incomprehensible.

It was quite amusing how he whimpered like a child, and Yujae momentarily raised the corner of his mouth, but then he covered the dim light falling on Doyun’s eyelids with his hand. In response, Doyun’s face relaxed and he nestled into Yujae’s embrace.

Yujae looked with curious eyes at Doyun, who was smacking his lips. He thought he had known quite a lot about him, but seeing him sleeping so peacefully… this was probably the first time.

Watching him sleep soundly, his own heart felt at ease, and drowsiness washed over him. He had insomnia and couldn’t easily go to bed without medication, but perhaps due to the sense of liberation he felt after a long time, if he fell asleep now, he might sleep deeply throughout the dawn.

Yujae gently brushed aside the bangs that were poking his eyes, then lay down facing him. Then, suddenly, the face that had shyly asked him to release his pheromones came to mind.

“…You know well that there’s a reason for it.”

Yujae carefully caressed Doyun’s cheek. As if hearing the softly whispered voice, Doyun smacked his lips.

“Even if you don’t know the details, you always let it slide… No, come to think of it, I’ve never hidden my pheromones from you.”

So that’s why you made such a request, because unlike others, you’re not vulnerable to my pheromones.

He found it newly fascinating that Doyun was unaffected by his pheromones. And for good reason, as Doyun was the only person who could withstand his pheromones.

Born with people at his feet, Yujae’s innate pheromones were terrifyingly strong. His arrogant and dogmatic pheromones made others naturally bow their heads, and even stifled his parents.

Nevertheless, his parents had protected him, saying he was their son, but now even they had distanced themselves from him. The reason was due to Yujae’s abnormal behavior when he was only eight years old.

One day, when Yujae was temporarily left with his maternal uncle, Seo Min-hwan, a recessive omega, due to his parents’ overseas business trip, shocking news was delivered to them. In just half a day, Seo Min-hwan had collapsed, intoxicated by Yujae’s pheromones.

When questioned about the unbelievable news, Yujae answered like this:

“…It was annoying.”

“What do you mean, Yujae? What was annoying…?”

“His hovering was annoying. It was like a housefly.”

At the softly muttered words, Yujae’s parents were horrified. It wasn’t something a child who had just turned eight would say.

Yujae had released coercive pheromones simply because his mood had been disturbed. The problem was that his pheromones had exceeded a certain level. The recessive omega, who was defenseless against Yujae’s pheromones, had a seizure due to his pheromone perception organ’s rejection response.

Yujae had abandoned Seo Min-hwan, who had fallen with foam at his mouth, saying it was finally quiet now. Eventually, due to the prolonged exposure to pheromones, Seo Min-hwan lost even his characteristics as a recessive omega.

From that day forward, Yujae had to practice blocking his pheromones. If they seemed to leak even slightly, he was followed by wary gazes from his parents, and he was pressured daily, being told it was an absolute sin that should never happen.

Eventually, Yujae gave up on himself and grew up as they wanted. Though he often felt suffocated, he considered it natural. Han Yujae, the dominant alpha who had turned his uncle into a living corpse, had to grow up that way. The first time he felt a sense of liberation was because of Seo Doyun from ten years ago.

During his school days, Yujae would often get permission from the management office and release his pent-up pheromones in the rooftop stairwell. That day too, he was in the middle of gradually releasing his pheromones while eating ice cream, but perhaps due to a mistake by the facility manager, Seo Doyun walked in.

At the unexpected intruder’s appearance, Yujae couldn’t contain his pheromones. In a truly volatile situation that could potentially threaten his safety, Yujae was greatly flustered.

But.

“Huu… sob.”

Doyun, who had abruptly entered, simply began to cry sadly. Not in response to Yujae’s pheromones, but simply shedding tears for his own pain. The occasional emission of pheromones soaked in sadness suggested that he was unaffected by Yujae’s pheromones. Having met such a person for the first time, Yujae was greatly shocked.

Perhaps that’s why.

“Hello, friend.”

“…”

“If you’re going to cry, do it quietly. You’re going to get me caught because of you.”

Yujae impulsively spoke to him. As if he hadn’t expected someone to be there, Doyun jumped in surprise and quickly raised his head.

The face he saw then still felt unfamiliar in his memory. The eyes brimming with tears, the delicately pretty nostrils, even the plump, swollen lips that seemed to have been tormented for a long time were quite eye-catching.

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“…Seo, Seo Doyun.”

“Doyul?”

“No, ‘Yun’ as in ‘gloss’… It’s Doyun.”