IBPC | Chapter 18.2

They have meals together every day, and when Heegon has free time, they take walks or take care of Leo, even if they don’t leave the residence. Most importantly, unless he’s not feeling well, they… share a bed almost every other day…

“…Ah, what am I saying?”

Seoyul covered his blushing face with his hand, as if someone could read his thoughts.

But who would have imagined? That I would live a life with such a daily routine.

Of course, not having to worry about grades or employment is a relief… But that doesn’t mean it’s not boring. Taking care of Leo and learning to ride a horse has made me want more.

I wish I could find something I can do here.

Seoyul’s thoughts drifted to a restless place.

But what happened to the place I originally came from? How did they handle my disappearance? Did I get expelled from school? If I go back, can I find my place again? But do I even…

Do I even want to go back now?

Seoyul’s eyes wavered with unfamiliar emotions.

If I go back… I’ll continue my studies, find a job, and reclaim my original life. I always thought I should go back, but… then… what’s waiting for me there?

Seoyul stared blankly as if looking at the end of a tunnel with no answers. And then, a familiar scent wafted over him.

“……?”

The scent brought Seoyul back to his senses, and he refocused his eyes, erasing the stiffness from his face as he turned around. Heegon was just entering the room.

“What were you thinking about so deeply?”

Heegon smiled gently at him. Seoyul turned his body to face him.

In Heegon’s hand was a large piece of fur… or hide?

“What’s that?”

Seoyul widened his eyes at the item in Heegon’s hand. Heegon handed what he brought to Dubo, who was nearby.

“It’s the hide of the wolf I hunted last time. It took some time to dry and prepare.”

“Wolf? A wolf?”

Seoyul looked at the silver fur hide in Dubo’s hands with fascination.

“Wow… it’s huge. Did you really hunt something like this?”

It’s much bigger than an average adult male. Hunting something like that without a gun… Truly a dominant alpha.

Seoyul approached Dubo and touched the hide. But he quickly withdrew his hand after a few strokes.

“Ugh… it’s a bit creepy.”

As Seoyul stepped back, Heegon wrapped his arm around Seoyul’s shoulder.

“The weather will get colder. I’ll make you a coat from this. It’ll keep you warm.”

Seoyul bit his lip, finally understanding why Heegon had brought the wolf hide.

Ah… something like this… Hunting to provide for his family…

“Feels like a husband.”

“……?”

Heegon tilted his head, not understanding Seoyul’s muttering. When their eyes met, Seoyul blushed.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Thank you. It’ll be warm.”

Seoyul quickly changed the subject, glancing at Heegon standing beside him.

Come to think of it, His Highness seems fine. His scent hasn’t intensified, and there’s no sign of a rut. So maybe it’s not a heat cycle, just a cold.

Seoyul pulled his collar closer and sniffed his own scent.

My heat cycle is so subtle that it’s hard for me to notice. I only react properly when Tae Heegon goes into rut… If he doesn’t react, I can’t tell either.

Seoyul awkwardly brushed off his collar.

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As Heegon slept, something stirred his senses, causing him to frown. He raised a hand to rub his face.

What is this…?

The sensation that chased away his drowsiness was Seoyul’s scent, much stronger than usual. Realizing this, Heegon instinctively reached out beside him, but found nothing. Fully awake now, he opened his eyes to see the empty bed next to him.

“Yul-ah?”

Heegon hesitated for a moment before quickly getting up. The room was still dark, the night sky outside. But Seoyul was nowhere to be seen, even though his strong scent lingered in the air, making Heegon frown.

Why all of a sudden…?

Heegon looked around before finally getting off the bed, instinctively following the scent. In the spacious room, in the corner where a desk was set up, Seoyul’s scent was emanating from the deep darkness where even moonlight couldn’t reach.

Heegon slowly approached. There, he found Seoyul curled up against the wall beside the desk. Heegon paused, narrowing his eyes at the sight.

“What are you doing there?”

At Heegon’s calm voice, Seoyul’s feet twitched slightly. Heegon moved closer to Seoyul, who was sitting with his legs drawn up and arms wrapped around them, his head slightly raised.

“……”

Only when he got closer did Heegon realize Seoyul’s breathing was rough. And the scent, still strong, he knew what it meant.

“Could it be that your heat cycle has started?”

At Heegon’s question, Seoyul curled up even more. After a moment of fidgeting, he hid himself further in the corner and spoke in a trembling voice.

“I don’t know… Normally, if Your Highness isn’t in rut, it’s not this intense…”

“……? If your heat cycle has started, you should have said something. Why are you here like this?”

Heegon reached out, puzzled. When he tried to touch Seoyul, Seoyul turned his head away to avoid it.

“Yul-ah?”

Heegon called out, his hand suspended in the air. Seoyul bit his lip, sounding like he was about to cry.

“Your Highness… you’re not in rut yet. But why am I… like this…”

He didn’t know why he felt so upset. Seoyul buried his face in his knees, sniffling. Heegon smiled weakly and reached out to gently cradle Seoyul’s head.

“Though our cycles have matched well so far, I’ve heard there’s usually a difference between Yangin and Eumin’s heat cycles.”

“……”

“Regardless, why are you enduring your heat cycle when I’m here?”

At Heegon’s gentle voice, Seoyul took a few deep breaths and slightly lifted his gaze. His eyes trembled with an uncontrollable longing. Even Heegon’s touch seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

“I feel like…”

“……?”

“I might devour you, Your Highness.”

Seoyul covered his face with both hands.

“Right now, I feel like I could swallow you whole.”

Embarrassed, but unable to suppress his desire, the words slipped out.

Heegon widened his eyes for a moment, then let out a low laugh, quickly calming himself.

“Every time my rut comes, I do the same to you. Is there a problem with that?”

“But…”

“Your scent is already filling this room. Even I can’t hold back much longer.”

“……”

“If you really want to hold back, should I leave for another room?”

Heegon teasingly withdrew his hand from Seoyul. Seoyul flinched and reached out for Heegon, but seeing his teasing expression, he shrank back again.

Seeing this, Heegon decided enough was enough and extended his arms. He gently lifted Seoyul into his embrace.

As he held Seoyul, his scent enveloped him completely. Seoyul, too, buried his face in Heegon’s chest, feeling the pheromones emanating from him.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

Seoyul clutched Heegon’s clothes tightly.

He couldn’t endure it any longer.

Hot breaths heated his throat. Seoyul looked up at Heegon with blurred vision, reaching out with both arms. He pulled Heegon’s waist down with his hands.

“Your Highness, Your Highness, quickly…”

Seoyul’s legs wrapped around Heegon’s thighs. He pressed his lower body against Heegon’s, rubbing against him.

If Heegon were in rut, his pheromones would overwhelm Seoyul, suppressing his heat cycle to some extent. But being in heat alone, with his pheromones surging, he was desperate and couldn’t hold back.

“Please, quickly, okay?”

Seoyul sat up, bringing his face to Heegon’s neck, inhaling his scent as he pleaded.

Heegon hesitated, feeling Seoyul’s insides loosen around him. He was unsure about Seoyul’s readiness.

“But still…”

“Heegon—”

Seoyul seemed unable to wait any longer. He pressed his heels against Heegon’s waist, urging him. Understanding what that meant, Heegon frowned and gritted his teeth.

“You need to calm—”

Though not in rut, Heegon’s rationality was slipping away due to Seoyul’s overwhelming scent. With Seoyul coming at him so determinedly, he didn’t know what to do.

Unable to hold back any longer, Heegon guided his swollen member to Seoyul’s tight entrance. It felt wetter than usual, making him think it was possible without further preparation.

As Heegon finally brought his tip to Seoyul’s entrance, it opened eagerly, swallowing him whole.

“Right now, I feel like I could swallow you whole.”

Yes, he understood that wasn’t just empty words. He could feel it with his entire being.

Heegon let out a groan, pushing himself all the way in at once. Seoyul shuddered, arching his back inward.

“Ha…uh…”

As Heegon’s member filled him, Seoyul finally felt like he could breathe again.

“It feels… so good. Your Highness’s… really…”

Seoyul looked up at Heegon, stretching his arms above his head. Before Heegon could even start moving, Seoyul pushed against the edge of the bed, moving his body up and down on his own. Watching Seoyul’s body rise and fall, taking in and releasing his member, Heegon felt a shiver run down his spine.

Just moments ago, he felt nothing. But Seoyul’s every lewd movement ignited his desire. It seemed even his rut, which had shown no signs, was beginning to stir.

“Ha, Yul-ah—”

Heegon braced himself on the bed, starting to move his hips as well. Their bodies intertwined, moving frantically.

“Mmhm… Heegon, feels good…”

Seoyul wrapped his arms around Heegon’s neck, pulling him closer. He parted his lips, engaging in a deep kiss. Even without breathing properly, he bit and held onto Heegon’s lips.

But this was just the beginning.

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Ha, Seoyul let out a low moan, tilting his head back. His unfocused eyes looked up at the ceiling of the room. The dizziness blurred his vision, making it hard to see clearly.

Seoyul straddled Heegon’s body, who was lying on the bed. Heegon’s member, which had just ejaculated, was quickly brought back to life by Seoyul’s hand. Bringing it to himself, he pushed it inside, his still-open entrance swallowing it whole.

About half a day had passed since Seoyul’s heat cycle began, and Heegon’s rut had started as well. Heegon’s member, much larger than the day before, filled Seoyul completely. The satisfaction it brought made Seoyul tremble for a while before he started moving his hips.

“Mm…”