Confined Pheromone

A shard of a plate stained with blood fell to the floor with a thin crackling sound.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. I wouldn’t be playing these childish games—”

“Sanho.”

Siwoo took a step forward, stepping into the pool of his own blood.

“Who… are you?”

“…….”

“Tell me. Who are you?”

Without answering, Sanho placed Siwoo’s torn palm on his own hand. It was a careful touch, as if cradling something precious.

“No matter how hard you try to come to your senses while tearing your flesh, it’s useless. You’ll end up sleeping anyway.”

“Just tell me who you are. I—”

“If you sleep quietly, I’ll move you to a more comfortable place.”

It seemed as if Sanho continued speaking, as if he couldn’t hear Siwoo’s voice.

“It’s a bit harsh here, isn’t it? This isn’t a mental hospital. Right? It’s true, even you would find it unpleasant here.”

Looking at the messily torn bandages and the wounds gaping in between, Sanho’s lips quivered.

“Don’t make me tie your hands too.”

The sadness in Sanho’s voice might not have been an illusion.

***

The damp, sweet scent enveloped Siwoo’s body like a haze. Even in his dazed state from the medication, Siwoo could feel the pheromones wrapping around him. The pheromones delicately brushed against Siwoo’s body, arousing a sense of pleasure, but more than that, it felt like care. The pheromones of an Omega sometimes acted as a remedy for a wounded Alpha. The touch that spread over his palm, which had been deeply cut to the bone, felt hazy. A cold, damp cotton ball cradled the wound, and a soft cloth wrapped around it. It was a warm sensation.

He felt his body jolt a few times. The sound of wheels rolling, like a bed being pulled, faintly reached his ears. It was a muffled noise, like something heard underwater. It should have been uncomfortable, yet for some reason, it felt cozy instead.

When Siwoo managed to open his eyes slightly, a small face was looking down at him. “Don’t wake up yet.” It might have been a soft whisper, or perhaps a voice that only he could hear. Soon, long fingers gently brushed around Siwoo’s eyes. Following the touch, Siwoo closed his eyes again.

The next time he opened his eyes, it was much later, on a large bed.

“…….”

It was completely different from the thin mattress in the white room. The room itself was distinctly different. It resembled a luxurious hotel suite. A plush rug covered the floor, and the bed Siwoo lay on was a full-size with excellent elasticity. On the wall opposite the bed hung a large frame containing an abstract painting.

“…….”

The painting, layered with red paint, looked somewhat familiar. Was this also a remnant of lost memories? Siwoo slowly got up from the bed.

Though it had only been about 30 hours, he felt incredibly light, as the heavy shackles that had been on his ankles were gone. Looking down at the unfamiliar weight, he saw that the shackles that had gripped his ankles had disappeared. He was not bound. Siwoo instinctively felt around his body. Was there something else? But there was nothing restraining him.

The door to the room was wide open. Siwoo hurriedly exited the room. The room he had been sleeping in appeared to be a bedroom. Beyond the door was a large reception area, neatly arranged with a wide sofa, a screen, and even an office desk. The absence of a dining area made him think it truly was a hotel suite.

And then, the door.

The door that clearly connected this space to the outside was firmly locked. In fact, Siwoo didn’t have high hopes. Since he had been untied, there was no way the door would open. The only way to open it from the inside was through a small fingerprint recognition device attached next to the door. Looking around, Siwoo slowly sank onto the sofa.

“…….”

It was a very strange situation. This space felt familiar to the point of comfort. A sense of stability. Why did he feel stable here? Leaning back against the sofa, he inhaled deeply. The damp, sweet scent that lingered in the air rushed into his lungs. It must be Sanho’s trace. Siwoo closed his eyes and took another deep breath, savoring the scent that had already diluted in the air, feeling a sense of regret.

Did I just think… regretfully?

Siwoo’s eyes snapped open. He stood up, slightly narrowing his brows. As he moved, he opened a door, revealing a large bathroom. Siwoo’s brows furrowed even more. I knew this was a bathroom. Stepping inside with a frown, he saw a robe hanging on the clean marble wall. A dark gray robe. Below it were new underwear and towels, still in their packaging, neatly arranged, and on the adjacent shelf were familiar amenities lined up.

He looked at the mirror that almost occupied one wall of the bathroom. The face reflected in the mirror was startlingly new. He glanced down at the bandage wrapped around one hand. Since it was a deep cut, it shouldn’t come into contact with water for a while. But right now, the desire to soak his body in warm water was stronger. Siwoo slowly undressed and stepped into the shower booth.

Water of a suitable temperature poured down from the showerhead. Standing under the warm water for a while, Siwoo suddenly realized he was aroused. The honest and vigorous physical reaction brought an absurd smile to his face. Just from inhaling that faint scent…

“…ha.”

The desire that had pooled in his lower abdomen slowly began to rise. Siwoo wrapped his uninjured hand around his genitals. As his member was enveloped in his hand, it quickly swelled in size. The firm shaft soon began to throb faintly, responding to the stimulation.

“Ah….”

He moved his hand slowly. Up, then down again. The simple motion of the foreskin gathering at the tip and then sliding back down created a dull pleasure. However, it wasn’t enough.

As he circled the tip with his thumb, pre-cum oozed out. The steam from the water falling from the showerhead and the humid atmosphere heightened his excitement. The sound of slickness echoed. The movement of his hand up and down gradually quickened.

“Ha, ah….”

He recalled a face like a porcelain doll. A white, smooth face. And jet-black hair. Lips that seemed to swell with blood beneath clear skin. Those lips parted slightly, revealing a tongue that had danced in Siwoo’s mouth. Breathing out, spilling sweet saliva. Siwoo’s hand moved eagerly.

Even though it wasn’t bare skin, the sensation of rubbing his lower body was ecstasy. As he thrust his hips, the slender legs opened wide. He imagined himself roughly thrusting into that space. The shyly closed hole imagined itself eagerly devouring his member. The tightening of the hot inner walls and the sweet fluid that would flow out from within.

“Ugh.”

Breathing heavily, Siwoo reached his peak.

The pleasure that had surged up quickly fell short of its climax. He had released, but it felt like a forced extraction of pleasure. This wasn’t enough. Siwoo looked down at the milky-white semen clinging to his hand and exhaled. Hah, heh. The roughness of his breath felt like that of a beast.

He thought of that girl while he masturbated.

Siwoo felt it instinctively. He wanted to hold her. Not because of the pull of pheromones, but simply because he wanted to hold her. But… since when…? He wondered if he could even swallow the faint scent of her. He took a deep breath. However, he could no longer sense that sweet scent.

***

Once the floodgates of imagination opened, it oozed out endlessly. Siwoo sat on the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees and pressing his forehead against his hands. The dark gray robe he had thrown on after the shower parted, revealing his white chest. He imagined lips licking his chest. Shaking his head vigorously, he tried to shake off the dirty thoughts, but it was no easy task. No matter how hard he tried to piece together the fragmented thoughts, they ultimately led back to Sanho. Sanho’s naked body. White legs. Parting lips. Drowsy eyes. And himself, roughly thrusting into that plump backside.

“…ha.”

The lewd imagination that his reason couldn’t suppress continued to escalate. With each swell of his imagination, Siwoo’s member grew harder. The pheromones he couldn’t control surged forth. Siwoo bit his lip, barely managing to contain the pheromones.

“Really… am I crazy?”

He closed his eyes and sank deeply into the sofa. The elastic sofa wrapped around Siwoo’s body warmly, but it was not comfortable at all. A monstrous guilt gnawed at him. And that even more violent lust devoured the guilt.

It felt like a considerable amount of time had passed. At the sound of a click, Siwoo turned his head to look at the door. From beyond the firmly closed door, he heard mechanical sounds, as if several locks were being disengaged. Just then, Sanho stepped through the slightly ajar door.

Wearing a stiff white T-shirt and navy pants, Sanho held a tray in his hands.

“You’re awake.”

Sanho casually spoke as he placed the tray on the table in front of the sofa. He neatly arranged the food contained in the tray. All the dishes were made of plastic. As Siwoo’s eyes followed Sanho’s gestures, Sanho noticed and tilted his head, looking at him.

“What are you staring at so intently—”

Suddenly, Sanho stopped speaking and frowned.

“Did you release your pheromones?”

It seemed that Siwoo’s pheromones still lingered in the air. The sensitive Omega had clearly detected it. Siwoo silently stared at Sanho. He felt a tingling sensation in his chest. For a moment, he felt like he might scatter his pheromones and quickly composed himself.

“That’s a problem. Your pheromones are too stimulating for me.”

His gaze was fixed on Sanho’s quivering lips. Feeling the uncontrollable desire boiling up, Siwoo bit his lip and narrowed his brows. The strength in his clenched fist surged.

Sanho only hoped to quickly move away. No, was he hoping that Sanho would stay by his side?

In any case, this was dangerous. Siwoo finally spoke.

“Sanho.”

With a calm expression, Sanho faced Siwoo.

“Let me go.”

As if he had already anticipated Siwoo’s words, Sanho burst into a laugh. It was an attitude that suggested the words held no value.

“My family will come looking for me.”

Sanho slightly lowered his head and knelt down before Siwoo. He slowly touched the hem of the gray robe that brushed against his ankles.

“Your family will come looking for you?”

“If that happens, you’ll definitely be in trouble—”

“Why would your family look for you?”

Siwoo fell silent. What did that mean? As if reading Siwoo’s expression, Sanho chuckled lightly.

“Senpai, you’ve cut ties with your esteemed family, haven’t you?”

“…….”

“Why did you do that?”

I cut ties with my family? Siwoo’s face slowly hardened. It was true. During the three months Siwoo was hospitalized, his parents had never once shown their faces. Only once had a secretary come to deliver a formal message.

“I think that was when you started to change.”

“I changed…?”

“Well, to others, it might have seemed like you finally returned to normal.”

“What the hell are you talking about…?”

“I’ve been curious about it. Why did you do that? What’s so good about turning your back on your esteemed parents?”

Sanho gently released the hem of the robe he had been holding and softly guided Siwoo’s arm. As he caressed Siwoo’s arm like something precious, he slowly brushed over the bandaged palm.

“Besides, you’re not the type to cut ties so coldly.”

A faint smile appeared on Sanho’s face. The sight of him blinking affectionately at his own hand resting on Siwoo’s lap further complicated Siwoo’s already troubled mind. Siwoo opened his mouth.

“…You know.”

“Huh?” Sanho looked up from Siwoo’s fingertips.

“I lost my memory in an accident. You know that too.”

“Oh. That.”

“I don’t remember. What happened with my parents, why I tried to avoid them, everything.”

Sanho smiled again. As the corners of Sanho’s mouth lifted, a tingling sensation echoed in Siwoo’s chest once more.

“Yeah. That’s quite a convenient excuse.”