The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]-Chapter 55: Alphas in rut are scary

The word came out low, harsh—like it had been scraped from the back of Yoon Seoyul’s throat. His voice sounded strained, as if he was barely holding himself back. Cheon Areum didn’t move. Instead, he raised a hand to his nose, trying to muffle the scent. That thick, syrupy vanilla had only intensified, turning suffocating. But he still stepped forward.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"Leave, Areum."

Yoon Seoyul said more firmly this time. Cheon Areum calmly placed the mega pack on the table in front of the couch. Yoon Seoyul didn’t look at him anymore. His hand was now pressed over his eyes, shielding his face from view, jaw clenched as if in pain. From this angle, he looked less like the composed Alpha he always was and more like he was struggling.

"Are you in a rut?"

"......."

"Who are you going to spend it with?"

He wasn’t probing, he was just genuinely curious. Who could be the person Yoon Seoyul had decided to spend his rut with? It couldn’t really be Lee Nari, could it? Sure, she was the female lead in the story. The dazzling heroine. The one fate supposedly tied him to. But this—sharing his rut—on the very day they met? That felt too fast. Unless he had misjudged the amount of potential that connected them together as the male lead and the female lead.

"Can’t you at least tell me?"

Cheon Areum’s voice came out softer this time, stripped of any previous curiosity and laced instead with quiet disappointment. His gaze dropped to the floor, exasperated, but mostly at himself.

What am I doing?

He ultimately had no right to demand an answer from him. Joon had been honest, he was getting ahead of himself. Feeling too entitled just because Yoon Seoyul had treated him nicely. Yoon Seoyul was kind to begin with, unlike him. A naive fool like him wouldn’t have treated him harshly for no reason anyway.

"Sorry... I’ll leave now."

"Cheon Areum."

Yoon Seoyul called out, making him instinctively lift his head. Their eyes met—Yoon Seoyul’s gaze was sharp and narrowed as he stared at him intensely, repeating himself.

"Cheon Areum."

"What?"

Cheon Areum muttered under his breath, barely finishing the word when he was abruptly yanked down onto the couch. The air left his lungs in surprise as Yoon Seoyul’s hand shot up, one strong arm anchoring around his waist while the other gripped his neck—fingers rooted at his nape, thumbs pressing against the soft skin of his cheeks. Not giving him another moment to speak, his teeth tugged at Cheon Areum’s lower lip—just enough to sting—before his mouth parted further, claiming him in a deeper kiss. His tongue slid in with a hunger that left no room for hesitation, tasting every inch with a feral intensity.

But as if that wasn’t enough for him, Yoon Seoyul pressed him down onto the couch, flipping him over effortlessly until Cheon Areum lay flat on his stomach. His face squished against the cushion as he struggled to lift himself—only to be pinned down again by his hand.

"Wait... Yoon Seoyul!"

His voice barely escaped before the other tugged the hoodie up, hauling it over his back in one swift motion. It bunched at his wrists, trapping his arms in place, leaving his upper body exposed to the cold air as Yoon Seoyul left a row of kisses on his shoulders and his body toppled over him.

"Wait! I can’t breathe..."

The weight on his back, crushing him down like a landslide, and the pheromones drowning him made it almost impossible to breathe. His lungs burned, his head spun. He squirmed underneath the pressure, arms trapped by the hoodie, his wrists caught behind him like bindings. He kicked lightly, trying to lift his chest or roll free, but the body pressed against him didn’t budge.

"Yoon Seoyul—"

He barely got the name out before fingers slid through his hair, pushing it aside with a deliberate slowness. A shiver wracked through him as a warm, wet tongue dragged across the bare skin of his nape. Again and again, he licked the sensitive skin, each pass more invasive than the last, as if savoring the taste. It was excessive, primal—like a predator grooming its prey before the first bite.

Too focused on the relentless heat crawling across his nape, Cheon Areum didn’t notice it—didn’t realize what was happening until it was far too late. He completely froze as a sudden draft tickled his now-bare lower half, and before he could react, something scorching hot pressed against the tight entrance of his back.

Yoon Seoyul pressed forward relentlessly, forcing it farther despite the stubborn resistance, as prickly teeth scraped against his nape, making him shudder. No matter how slick and drenched he was below, his body remained rigidly tense, resisting the insistent, heedless thrust of the member forcing its way inside.

"That hurts...Ugh!...Yoon Seoyul..."

His words fell muted, meaningless against Yoon Seoyul, whose coherent thoughts unraveled like frayed threads, making it impossible to think straight.

[Mind Corruption has been activated.]

[You are currently using the skill: Mind Corruption, your ability to corrupt negative energy will be enhanced during its activation.]

Every single movement atop him froze as Cheon Areum, with a deft twist, freed his wrists from the restraint and surged upward with his strength. He shoved Yoon Seoyul aside, halting him just before he could fully shove it into him. He dizzily sat up, staring down at him before he yanked his pants back on as Yoon Seoyul remained seated on the cold floor, his posture submissive and still. Snatching the mega pack of condoms from the table, he seized Yoon Seoyul’s collar, the rough tug jolting him forward, and dragged him out of the dimly lit office toward the bedroom just down the hall.

"Come here and kneel down."

Cheon Areum weakly took a seat on the bed. Yoon Seoyul, utterly surrendered to his command, knelt obediently on the hardwood floor before the bed.

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