Chapter 332

Baekgyeong pressed his lips briefly against Siron’s bare knee. As if he had been waiting for Siron to crumble from even the slightest stimulus, the arms wrapped around Siron’s legs loosened, and his tightly closed thighs parted just a little. As though deliberately provoking his shame, Baekgyeong pushed his face between them and inhaled deeply.

Before Siron could refuse, Baekgyeong tugged down his pants, exposing his moon-pale buttocks entirely. He immediately slid a hand between them and toyed with the clear, viscous slick that trailed down from the opening toward the ground like diluted glue.

“You’re in Rut bad enough to be dripping like this, and you still didn’t go looking for a dick? That’s talent.”

“Don’t compliment me like that, ngh... it pisses me off.”

Baekgyeong scooped up water from the stream and carefully wiped away the dirt and bits of concrete clinging around Siron’s hips. With his other hand, he shoved down his own pants and ran water over his already hard erection.

As he cleaned Siron, Baekgyeong searched with ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) his fingers for the source of the sticky sensation that wouldn’t wash away. From the hollowed opening, lukewarm slick kept spilling out clumsily.

He pushed his middle finger shallowly inside and pulled it out again. Siron clenched his muscles tight and jerked his lower body.

“Ah, more...”

“More?”

“More, put more in.”

But Baekgyeong only watched Siron’s pitiful reaction without giving further stimulation. He lazily stroked the soft flesh around the opening and perineum, then deliberately brought his slicked fingertips to his mouth and sucked them clean.

The pheromone-rich fluid carried the cool scent of stream water layered with something raw and animal, like freshly cut flesh, and a sour, intense sweetness like overripe fruit mashed to pulp. Though engineered, Siron’s body smelled closer to nature than ordinary humans—more primitive, more fundamental. Baekgyeong felt a fierce pull. His testicles ached with the urge to shove himself deep inside Siron.

“Should we do it here?”

Swallowing the thick saliva pooling in his mouth, Baekgyeong slid a hand behind Siron’s knee and asked.

“Mm... yeah.”

Siron answered blankly and wrapped his arms around Baekgyeong’s neck. His eyes were clouded, crazed with lust. Meeting pupils black and lightless like stagnant water, Baekgyeong hoisted him up.

It was bad. The sharp attitude Siron had shown earlier was gone; he buried his nose against Baekgyeong’s collarbone, inhaling his scent while rocking his hips. Even if it hadn’t been Baekgyeong, Siron would have opened his legs easily. Not just Lewis or Isaac—any Alpha would have done.

The thought made Baekgyeong’s heart drop. He hugged Siron tightly, almost fiercely. Careful not to fall, he climbed out of the stream and up the slope.

He wrenched open the car door and climbed into the Ford Van, pushing Siron down onto the topper. Their soaked clothes clung to their skin and got in the way. After struggling out of his own clothes, Baekgyeong dragged Siron’s pants down from his hips. He pressed his cold body over Siron’s chilled skin and forced his tongue between his parted, warm lips. Siron, already having let go of his last thread of reason, wrapped his legs around Baekgyeong’s waist and greedily sucked at his mouth.

Disarmed so easily, Siron looked like someone open to anyone sexually. The image of himself no longer being special to Siron made Baekgyeong’s blood surge backward in rage. At the same time, that anger became—just as it always had—a convenient excuse to condemn Siron.

“Love. That alone is the condition for Imprint.”

Gezar Bazelli’s voice flickered through Baekgyeong’s mind like tinnitus and vanished.

After coming so far and finally reuniting with Siron, Baekgyeong still wasn’t prepared to face his own feelings honestly. He might know nothing about love, but he understood that true love was a mutual action between two people. But what if this feeling was only his unilateral action? He would never be able to endure that loss. As much as he feared losing Siron, it felt safer to confine him as something to possess and desire.

He didn’t want Isaac, or Lewis, or anyone who could replace him, to take Siron away. The one who made him anxious was the one at fault. As if crushing his anxiety underfoot, Baekgyeong forced himself into the tightly clenched opening. The sticky membrane clung and sucked at him, and the hunger-like unease disappeared in a shudder. Soon he too was drunk on lust, willingly diving into pleasure that both filled everything and hollowed it out.

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When the bus departed and silence settled, an oddly peaceful mood hung over the campsite. Golden four-o’clock sunlight slanted between the conifers, stretching the shadows long, and far away the dull tapping of a woodpecker echoed faintly.

Isaac stood at the campsite entrance, watching the bus round its final bend. It grew smaller along the narrow dirt road and then disappeared entirely from view, swallowed by the forest.

Had he formed even a fingernail-sized attachment to the people he had saved—and nearly killed? Ridiculously, a sense of emptiness washed over him.

Isaac turned and walked toward the parked van. His destination was the innermost camping area near the stream. It was the first place to fall under the forest’s shadow, so as the sun tilted, it already felt dim and prematurely nightlike. The black Ford Van sat there.

Despite the roar of the waterfall, moans pierced through the thunder of water and reached Isaac’s ears. Siron and Baekgyeong’s Pheromones wrapped around the shaded valley like fog. The two men were in the throes of intense Rut.

Watching the vehicle rock in silence, Isaac exhaled dryly and opened the driver’s door. Like pent-up water bursting free, the heated pheromones spilled out and swept over his body before dispersing into the air.

Before him, the naked bodies of the two men writhed together like entwined serpents. Siron lay face down on the thin topper, taking Baekgyeong’s merciless thrusts without resistance. Slick and semen soaked through the topper, smelling faintly sour. Filthy. Yet Isaac couldn’t simply dismiss it as dirty. A sudden, violent rage surged in him—an urge to cut off Baekgyeong’s penis as it drove into Siron and shove it into Siron’s mouth, and take the opening for himself.

They were so lost in each other’s bodies that they didn’t notice Isaac’s presence. Listening to Siron’s mindless, breathless moans, Isaac felt something inside him ignite rapidly, swelling into a massive blaze.

But Isaac acted as if he saw nothing. He retrieved the replacement license plates from the dashboard compartment and changed the plates at the front and rear of the vehicle. Even as he did, the two men remained drunk on heat. Isaac merely observed them. Until they reached New York, they had no time to waste. Without a Suppressant, relieving their lust through sex to shorten the Rut was the most rational option.

Ignoring the arousal inevitably stirred by Siron’s Pheromones, Isaac pulled out his flask and swallowed liquor he didn’t even enjoy. He started the engine, threw the windows wide open, and pressed the accelerator.

It was the beginning of the long journey to New York.

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<Rut Suppressant Manufacturing Protocol> — what is this?

Posted: 2014.10.21. 13:29:11 UTC

Every forum I go to—Eddit included—has this weird post with the same title.

The exact same content keeps getting spammed everywhere. What do you think it is?

Like those SCP horror stories? Or some kind of government human experiment?

[Comments]

[Anonymous 1]: Isn’t it just spam? Maybe promo for a new drug.

↳[Anonymous 2]: Russian human experiments maybe? lol

↳[Anonymous 3]: Are you insane? You think a national project result would get posted online?

[Anonymous 4]: It’s all over social media too.

↳[Anonymous 4]: I read it out of curiosity. It reads like sci-fi worldbuilding. There’s a setting where a new human species called Alpha exists and they suffer Rut, and the post is supposedly about a drug that suppresses it.

↳[Anonymous 5]: Rut lol. Cheap movie viral marketing for sure.

↳[Anonymous 2]: If it turns out to be movie promo I’m review-bombing it.

↳[Anonymous 10]: Homo Supernus? That name is so cringe lol

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[Anonymous 36]: I’m in a hurry—where can I see that post?

↳[Anonymous 29]: Just search Rut Cycle Protocol on Eddit. There are hundreds.

↳[Anonymous 13]: I’ll drop the direct link.

↳[Anonymous 13]: [https://eeeddit.com/r/...isdfd11/.../782391](https://eeeddit.com/r/...isdfd11/.../782391)

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↳[Anonymous 36]: Thanks, found it. This might be something my family really needs.

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<Rut Suppressant Manufacturing Protocol> Disclosure

This post is intended for Alpha (species name: Homo Supernus) trait holders. Therefore, separate explanations about Alpha traits or general descriptions of Rut Cycle symptoms will not be included in the main text. Those who require information about manufacturing a Rut Suppressant should refer first to the file linked below.

The attached file contains the manufacturing method and process of the Rut Suppressant “CHOI,” developed to relatively stabilize and alleviate the physiological cycle known as the Rut Cycle experienced by Alpha trait holders. This material is distributed for public benefit, not for commercial purposes, and may be used by Alpha trait holders themselves as well as their families or guardians—anyone who genuinely requires assistance.

However, the scope of application of this material is strictly limited to Alpha trait holders.

Furthermore, under no circumstances may current humans manufacture or ingest the Suppressant arbitrarily out of curiosity or a desire for verification based on this post and the attached file.

Detailed information about the manufacturing process, precautions, and the intent of this post are organized in the linked file.

As even the smallest error in pharmaceutical production can lead to fatal consequences, you must strictly adhere to the prescribed procedures and safety standards.