Chapter 243

"You’re twitching like crazy. Unbelievable, Siron."

Baekgyeong, watching with disgust as the two kissed, dropped his gaze to Siron’s hole, clenching around the fingers buried inside. The wrinkled ring was squeezing tight around his second knuckle, tugging hungrily at his middle finger as if begging to be pushed deeper.

Baekgyeong seethed. Somewhere inside, he’d hoped Siron would reject Isaac’s kiss. But instead of pushing him away, Siron was spasming around his fingers, grinding his cock against the sheets, vulgar and obscene. A cheap, filthy anger rose in Baekgyeong like a snake lifting its head.

He grabbed Siron’s ass roughly and spread him wide, then smacked the wet hole with his dripping hand.

"Ha-uk, mph! Hurts! Ngh! Uuhp, hhp!"

Once, twice, three times—each strike landing with a wet sound. The more he hit, the wetter Siron’s ass became, juices spilling freely from within.

Baekgyeong shoved four fingers into the swollen entrance and stirred hard. The stretched folds clung like lips, sucking noisily around his hand. The muscles of Siron’s ass clenched against the intrusion, resisting in vain.

"Don’t—ahh, ah! Haaht, ah, there!"

Siron broke Isaac’s kiss and reached back, shoving at Baekgyeong’s hand. But the hesitation lasted only a breath—his hands fell instead to the mattress, spreading his own ass wide.

"Fuck, acting so desperate."

"Haa, ngh, hhh, slow... slow, haa, unh!"

The forced openness left his ass throbbing with unbearable exposure. He could feel every curve of the fingers stirring inside him. Baekgyeong smeared slick from within across the rim, rubbing it rough against the stretched skin, then forced his way deeper again.

The fingers grazed a place that made Siron tense.

Baekgyeong circled his fingertip over the swollen inner wall. It was almost like a warning—he was going to pound that spot whether Siron twisted and squirmed or not. Siron felt himself pulsing around Baekgyeong’s finger in expectation, and then the shock hit—blinding, consuming. His whole body seized in white-hot sensation. But he couldn’t even scream freely.

"Hhk, mmphh, hhff, mmmh!"

The louder his cries grew, the harder Isaac kissed him. At the same time, Baekgyeong’s pheromones crashed over him, wrapping his body in an aggressive wave. Siron clamped around his fingers, clutching Isaac’s head closer, desperate for both men to crush him, hold him still, break him down.

Isaac finally tore his mouth away, only for Baekgyeong’s assault to drive Siron’s cries into the sheets.

The steady grind against his prostate had him spilling before he could even fight it. Shamefully quick, like a switch flipped inside him. Even back when Baekgyeong used to fuck him, his body had always been greedy, but now—now as an omega—his lust was magnified beyond control. His cock ached to be sucked, his nipples and perineum tingled for pinching hands, his asshole quivered impatiently for ruin.

"Hhhaah, hahhh, nnghh! Good—there, ohh, that’s so good!"

He rubbed his lower body against the soaked sheets, stroking himself on the fabric. Baekgyeong let out a sharp laugh, scraping thick slick from his ass and smearing it over his cock. Then his eyes cut to Isaac. The man had settled back against the headboard, openly watching, his groin swelling under his pants.

Baekgyeong’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. He was clearly aroused, but not a trace of pheromones leaked from him. That kind of restraint was unnatural—apparently Isaac never released pheromones unless forced into an uncontrollable rut. Knowing it and still bristling, Baekgyeong spat:

"You planning to shower Yoon Siron in pheromones?"

Isaac, head tilted back against the wood, slowly shook his head.

"Then quit meddling and fuck off."

"Hmm. I don’t think I will."

"You suggesting we share?"

Instead of answering, Isaac hooked a hand under Siron’s armpit and hauled him upright. Siron bent back on his arms, lifting his face toward Isaac. His flushed cheeks burned with shame and anticipation as he rubbed his cock against the sheets.

"Shall we make it three?"

The dazed haze in Siron’s mind snapped clear at the words. He realized he was being lured—Baekgyeong’s pheromones, his own pheromones, clogging the air in thick, animal heat.

Make it three? Was Isaac insane? But worse—the thought alone had him trembling, unable to stop imagining himself trapped between them, consumed on every side.

"Say yes. I’ll make every other experience feel like nothing."

"Fuck off, bastard."

Isaac only laughed, relaxed, needling Baekgyeong with a glance. Siron swallowed hard at the heat of Baekgyeong’s cock pressing into him, at the sight of Isaac’s straining crotch.

"Three? I’m no pervert."

"You’ve fucked me, you’ve fucked Baekgyeong. Why not both at once?"

"Stop interfering. Don’t treat Yoon Siron like some whore to pass around."

Baekgyeong’s sneer backfired. Siron’s every first—first kiss, first fuck, first blowjob, first spanking, even first breath play—had come from Baekgyeong. Yet the world branded him a debauched slut, while Baekgyeong had always been promiscuous by nature, long before and after they met.

Anger flared in Siron. He grabbed Isaac’s neck, pulling him in. But just before their lips met, Isaac stopped him.

"I can’t stand it. I really can’t watch this anymore."

He traced Siron’s nose, nails scraping the ridge of silicone. The friction lifted the thin edge until it peeled.

"No, don’t!"

"At least take this off."

"Don’t—ah!"

A sharp sting, and the prosthetic slipped away. His cheek and jaw pieces came off too, tearing from his skin with a hot pain.

"You said just the nose! Do you know how long I—ahh!"

There was no time to argue over silicone. Baekgyeong had seized his waist, ramming his cock into the loosened hole.

"Hhhaaaahhh!"

The thick head shoved past the tight inner wall, forcing its way in with brutal weight. Siron clawed at Baekgyeong’s stomach, but he didn’t relent.

"Yoon Siron, you’re going to kill me."

"Haahh, my fault—nghh! Don’t—ahhh!"

Siron’s mocking laugh dissolved instantly. The shaft jammed against the taut ring of his inner wall. Just below the head, the shaft bulged unnaturally wide, refusing to pass. It lodged at the rim, stretching him mercilessly.

"Ahhh, hurts—slower—nghh, stop!"

Baekgyeong slammed forward anyway.

"Relax."

"Huuhhk!"

Siron shook his head, trying to wriggle free, but Baekgyeong pinned him and hammered, short brutal thrusts battering the rim.

"Ahh, no—ahhh! I hate it—I can’t!"

He begged, but Baekgyeong forced him wider, driving the thickest girth inside.

Once half the cock slid in, the resistance eased. Baekgyeong plunged deeper, lifting Siron’s bowels with each thrust. The shaft bent his colon upward, ramming until the angle itself yielded under the force.

Siron felt his nerves frying, not just pain but unbearable pleasure, as if every sensitive bundle was being crushed under his cock. Goosebumps shivered across his body, his bladder almost giving way. His ass quivered uselessly, gaping and swallowing the invading length.

Dazed, he endured the battering of his inner walls, even as the head scraped to push beyond, grinding mercilessly. Then the change hit. The stress, the jealousy, the madness—Baekgyeong came too fast. And with it came something he hadn’t planned.

Siron felt the root of his cock swelling, ballooning like air pumped into a flesh balloon. Knotting. Too soon. Baekgyeong cursed under his breath, trying to pull back, but Siron sobbed, clamping down tight, holding him inside.