The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]-Chapter 57: Falling deeper, this isn’t like me

"...."

Thinking he was about to have a coital death, Cheon Areum hadn’t expected Yoon Seoyul to actually freeze as if he had been doused with cold water. As if only just now realizing what he was doing, Yoon Seoyul breathed rapidly with his mouth, staring down at him intently.

"Use it... Use your skill!"

"It’s not working...."

Cheon Areum, confused why he was the one screaming, muttered in a low voice. Yoon Seoyul abruptly took out the whole length at once. His hands shook as he gently placed his lower body on the bed. Covering half his face with his arm, Yoon Seoyul brought an Alpha suppressant from his inventory to his thigh. Cheon Areum quickly moved to stop him.

"You don’t need to do this."

"I... I don’t want to accidentally mark you."

"You don’t have to worry about that. Just don’t use your skills on me...."

The thought of not being able to help out with Yoon Seoyul’s rut made his heart throb, as if he wasn’t good enough to be able to do it in the first place. Yoon Seoyul gave him the suppressant instead. Removing his arm from his face.

"Inject it anytime you want to... I won’t use any skills."

Physically shaking off the sudden sadness, Cheon Areum sat on the bed, glancing up at Yoon Seoyul as he spoke out softly.

"Hug me."

His arms reached for him as Yoon Seoyul fell into those arms. Both of them fell back on the bed. Cheon Areum tightly held onto him, despite the heat scorching him. He personally couldn’t handle the heat. In summers, he would live as a vampire, only stepping outside at night. If it was to that point, why did the heat radiating from Yoon Seoyul feel so comfortable?

Pecking the side of his face multiple times, Yoon Seoyul whispered in his ear.

"I’m sorry...."

"Hmm."

Cheon Areum hummed in response as Yoon Seoyul’s lips traveled to his neck, kissing and sucking on the delicate white skin. He felt himself being crammed again as Yoon Seoyul began to stroke his inner walls at a steady pace.

*

Waking up feeling stuffed wasn’t anything new to Cheon Areum now. But he could swear it wasn’t this bad the last time. It was as if it was still resting inside him. He slipped his hand down to touch the area to check.

"..."

In fact, it was still inside him!

Cheon Areum had slept or passed out on a solid body belonging to Yoon Seoyul. He put his hand under his chin, looking up at his face. From this angle, it made him appear a little funny. His eyes shifted to the faintly colored nipples on the chest greeting him closely. Without a second thought, he enclosed his mouth around it, biting down on the right one as hard as he could.

The body underneath him twitched once, and his head was trapped by strong arms. Cheon Areum shook his head like a dog shaking off the water, his hair brushing and tickling the chest. Yoon Seoyul picked him up from under his arms, and the thing slid out with a pop from his butt.

Yoon Seoyul pressed a long kiss on his forehead, meekly—definitely to make sure he wouldn’t make him repent for his lowly behavior last night. The soft morning glow bled in from the window at his side, casting golden streaks across the crumpled sheets as he sluggishly pushed himself up, a groan escaping from the dull aches that could be felt through every part of his body. He wanted nothing more than to collapse again, bury himself in warmth, and drift back into sleep, but he had already stayed the night out when Rian hadn’t forgotten to remind him not to do it.

"Is your rut over now?"

"Yeah. Are you in pain? Want me to give you a massage?"

"Rian is home alone. I should get going now."

Cheon Areum said as he looked down at his body and the hardwood, which was covered in filled condoms—some of them even spilling the contents on the floor. The room and he both smelled like semen. He couldn’t go home like this. Sitting on Yoon Seoyul’s stomach, he avoided eye contact as he mumbled.

"Help me shower...."

*

"This is also too big."

Cheon Areum threw another pair of jeans into the closet that didn’t fit his waist, while Yoon Seoyul followed him with a hairdryer, trying to get the most out of his wet hair. He dug deep into the clothes to find anything better.

"Why don’t you wear some clothes too? Your nakedness is distracting me..."

"You’ll leave with wet hair then..."

"It’s almost dry anyway. Just stop it already."

Dodging the hair dryer like a nimble cat, Cheon Areum darted around the closet with unrestrained energy. He skidded to a halt only when his eyes landed on an expensive-looking pair of jeans folded pristinely on a shelf, momentarily distracted by their unique design. Before he could snatch them, Yoon Seoyul was already at his back, calm and composed. Without a word, he reached out and lifted the damp strands of hair clinging to Cheon Areum’s nape—still wet and cold from the shower.

"Can I wear this?"

"Take whatever you want. It won’t fit you either, so take a belt too."

With a belt cinched tightly at the waist, the jeans didn’t look too bad on him—though it was obvious he was wearing someone else’s clothes. Well, because he was. Cheon Areum peeked out from the bedroom, cautious and quiet. The hallway was empty, but Yoon Seoyul was still strutting around completely butt naked like it was the most natural thing in the world. Cheon Areum quickly turned away, only for a rush of heated air to blow against his face, brushing his eyelashes. Then, just as suddenly, it vanished—leaving behind a tingling warmth and a face burning hotter than before.

"Great, the battery died. Now wear some clothes. I need to get my shirt and hoodie from the office."

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