⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
At the soft, so-Eunwon sentiment, a relieved smile slowly spread across Muyoung’s lips —he’d been braced tight inside.
It was the first time in nearly three years that Eunwon had spoken about money without bristling like this. Maybe having money in hand had given his heart some room to breathe — he regretted not doing this for him sooner, and yet was glad if the kid’s heart was at ease now, at least.
"Good, I’m glad you got it. Seo Eunwon’s amazed face is super cute — I should’ve sent it sooner."
Like a baby gripping an adult’s finger. Looking down fondly at Eunwon clutching his index finger, Muyoung answered playfully, as usual. But Eunwon looked at him like someone with more to say, his lips moving with difficulty.
"But… do you regret the contract?"
"Do you want to cancel it?"
"…Which contract are you talking about? The one we did on Monday?"
"Yes, and the marriage registration with me, too."
"What are you talking about. No, that’s absolutely not it."
"Then… are you worried about Article 6, Paragraph 1 too, sir?"
"Article 6, Paragraph 1?"
At the question, Muyoung recalled the prenuptial agreement he’d presented to Eunwon last Monday.
Among the dozens of clauses, the one he’d prioritized above all, tearing it apart and rewriting — the part Lawyer Park Minho had hated most. He could recall it without difficulty.
Method and procedure of conception.
The clause about how to make the baby. In other words, the part about the couple’s physical relationship.
He’d figured the sharp Seo Eunwon would naturally have noticed his strange behavior over the past few days — but it had never crossed his mind he’d guess the cause lay *there*, so Muyoung felt a little blank.
And besides—
asking whether "you too" were worried meant that he himself had also been worrying about it.
Snapping to attention, Muyoung whispered urgently to Eunwon, who met his gaze squarely, embarrassed but upright.
"Why did you think I’d be worried about that clause?"
As if the question coming back to him was the last thing he’d expected, Eunwon chewed his lower lip, then returned a small but honest answer.
"..I thought maybe you were avoiding me because you didn’t want to do it with me."
"…What?"
"Um… that. Article 6, Paragraph 1."
"…Me?"
To be precise, it had been the opposite… he’d been avoiding him because a fierce craving for that clause had seized him, out of season.
At the guess, so different from the truth, Muyoung was briefly at a loss for words. As if wanting to explain in more detail to his dazed face, Eunwon’s pitiful addendum continued.
"I figured I probably… wouldn’t be fun for you. I’m a guy, and recessive… I don’t have a fragrant pheromone or anything… and I don’t really know much about that stuff, so there’s nothing… amazing I can do for you…."
"…"
"I was afraid I couldn’t give you the satisfaction you were hoping for, sir. So I wondered if maybe you regretted it, wanted to cancel the whole contract… I thought about it alone."
"…Eunwon."
"Yes…?"
"Did you really think the reason I’ve been acting like an idiot for days was *that*? That I was… avoiding you because I didn’t want to sleep with you?"
"…Wasn’t it?"
"Absolutely not. If anything—"
"If anything…?"
But he couldn’t lay those pathetic words he’d told the counselor bare before Eunwon as-is. Muyoung paused to catch his breath, then answered.
"I was acting that way because I was afraid you’d be scared of me. Dislike me."
"…So you were… looking out for me?"
"Yeah. No matter that I made you stamp something with that kind of content… I have no intention of forcing myself on a kid who isn’t mentally ready yet."
"So stop doing pointless digging with that tiny head of yours, and from tomorrow, get in the bed and sleep comfortably. What’s this, sleeping on the sofa without even a pillow. Pitiful."
"…"
"This is your home now, and that’s your room. Don’t like the bed? Want to go pick out one that suits you tomorrow?"
"No… the bed is super comfortable… but… then, then."
"Then, what?"
"…Do you, hyungie, really… want to do it… with me?"
"…What, sex?"
Eunwon’s face was flushed apple-red, only nodding small — too embarrassed to say it with his own mouth.
Cha Muyoung, a grown man well past thirty, had long since grown numb to the mere word "sex." But with this small, cute omega before his eyes, as if some strange heat had rubbed off on him, saying the word himself felt suddenly embarrassing — like he was some teenage boy again.
No — more than that, what felt embarrassing was the honest desire he had to voice next.
"Seo Eunwon, you’re mine now."
"You’re my husband. We agreed to call each other honey and darling."
"An alpha wanting to nibble and suck on his omega, cherish him — isn’t that only natural?" "And if you actually read that contract… it’s all my dark, filthy greed in there. You signed it knowing that, didn’t you?"
Eunwon’s eyes, already clouded with confusion, began to dart busily.
It was a confession he’d have to make someday. Muyoung felt his heart ease, if only a little, at having laid his lecherous true feelings bare like this.
Separate from his belated guilt over failing to notice Eunwon fleeing that day of the heat cycle and making him take the pill, he felt not a shred of guilt or regret about the contract itself.
"If you had no idea, that’s your fault for not reading the contract properly. It’s too late to back out now, understand? This contract, the marriage registration — absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no cancellations. We saw it together at the district office."
"…"
"So, baby. While hyungie’s scraping together his nonexistent patience to go easy on you, get your heart ready slowly and rest easy. I won’t be able to give you that much time, though."
Trying to smile handsomely like a suave older alpha—
"I’m all ready."
Seo Eunwon dropped a bomb.
"I’m… I’m all ready."
"…"
"So that’s what I’ve been waiting for… and today too… you don’t want to…?"
Trailing off, yet tugging Muyoung’s finger — which he’d been gripping tight — closer to him, the small whisper landed with the force of a bomb.
At that demure yet brazen seduction, Cha Muyoung froze solid, still wearing his would-be-relaxed smile.
And then.
*Snap.*
He heard the string of reason — which he’d barely been holding onto while wandering pitifully outside for four days, swallowing tears of blood — snap limply.
The moment his expression changed, his eyes changed, was so dramatic.
Eunwon’s ears must have clearly caught the sound too, as Muyoung’s enormous shadow swallowed him in an instant and his lips were seized.
The kiss on the sofa was brief, and things didn’t proceed to the main event right there.
Regretfully parting their lips, slick with each other’s saliva, Muyoung wrapped Eunwon’s already well-tucked body even more snugly in the blanket, then scooped him up. And strode for the bedroom.
Anyone else would have naturally carried on the mood once the location moved to the bed — but Cha Muyoung was different. He just gnawed once at the cheek of Eunwon, who looked up at him meekly, his face flushed ripe-apple red — as if he wanted to bite it clean off — then abruptly pulled his body back.
"I’m gonna wash up."
Eunwon lowered his chin low, flustered instead.
"Right now…?"
At the honest question, he burst out laughing — *haha* — finding it cute, and what he offered was an answer excessively sensible and, at the same time, so typical of the famous mysophobia patient.
"It’s our long-awaited first night — I can’t do the full ritual bath, but I should at least shower."
"I’m… fine just like this."
"You’re filthy with outside dust all day. No."
"Then should I wash too…?"
"Hm? No, baby doesn’t need to. Hyungie’ll just be quick."
With that, he headed for the bathroom alone — then suddenly turned back and scooped Eunwon up again, blanket and all.
"I’m scared you’ll run away again. I need you where I can see you while I wash."
Eunwon, who didn’t remember the last heat cycle, couldn’t understand a word of Muyoung’s muttering. Seeing Eunwon tilt his head, Muyoung just grinned — then sat him down gently on the sturdy marble vanity in the powder room, where the shower booth was fully visible, and threw the bathroom door wide open in a showy gesture.
"Sit here and watch hyungie shower."
His hands stripping off his clothes were unrestrained. Confronted head-on with Muyoung’s strip show unfolding before his eyes, Eunwon first swallowed his breath in a hurry and lowered his gaze. Despite being told to watch, he couldn’t so much as sneak a sideways glance, only wiggling the toes peeking out from under the blanket.
Then — *kuk-kuk* — hearing Muyoung laugh, he gathered a little courage and snuck one sidelong peek; hearing the *shwaaa* of pouring water, he gathered a little more courage and turned his whole head, and was able to rake his eyes over Muyoung’s near-perfect naked body like the streams of water pouring over him.
Perfect proportions, as if deliberately drawn; pleasingly well-built muscle; smooth, healthy skin.
The wet body, droplets trickling down, was sensual enough to make him swallow hard just looking at it.
Gazing, spellbound, at the dimples dipping between shoulder, back, and buttocks — then, as if seducing him, slowly turning his body — at last, the moment he saw a certain *part*.
"…"
Eunwon’s expression froze cold. The fluttering, heart-pounding appreciation ended in an instant, and he was suddenly dragged by the hair back to reality.
*No, what is that?*
*What the hell is that…?*
Stiff with shock, Eunwon cocked his head like someone who’d witnessed something unbelievable.
I must have seen it wrong? I’m so nervous I just… imagined something for a second? Doubting, he even narrowed his eyes and checked *it* again.
The fine chest and the ruggedly shadowed abs, the navel, and below it, radiating presence… I mean, *there*, why… why is it *that* big?
He hadn’t seen Muyoung’s naked body since early childhood, so far back he barely remembered. No — he was a dominant alpha, tall, big-built, big hands and feet, so of course he’d *guessed* it would be big down there too…
…but he’d never dreamed it would be *that* much. And seeing "it" in full erection, flaunting its majesty, with his own two eyes, he couldn’t help but be floored.
Eunwon was, by nature, not one to reverse a decision once made — but this decision, he felt, would be a disaster if he didn’t soften it somehow.
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