TYS Ch 18

“You don’t even have any hair—how could you be in heat?”

The man muttered as if dumbfounded, then closed the door and left. Left alone, Seungwan snapped his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. Hair…

“What does hair have to do with anything…”

It was so ridiculous that the words spilled out before he could stop them. Since he wasn’t the talkative type, he rarely muttered to himself, but the sheer absurdity of what he had just heard made it impossible not to say out loud.

Seungwan yanked out the ice pack wedged under his armpit and rubbed his now cold skin. He felt nothing. Just like the man had said, he really didn’t have any body hair. But still. He was an adult, earning his own living, so how did it make any sense to say, “You don’t even have any hair—how could you be in heat?” Was that man some kind of hairy beast himself? Not that Seungwan had the nerve to throw that question back at him. If he did, he wouldn’t be this quiet in the first place.

Seungwan rarely got worked up, no matter how much people teased or provoked him, but without realizing it, he furrowed his brows and abruptly sat up. Just like the woman had said, his fever didn’t seem to be getting any worse. And the arousal that had been swirling in his lower body had completely cooled at the comment about his lack of body hair. Now, it was time to satisfy his curiosity.

Without realizing he was caught up in a rare surge of emotion, Seungwan reached for his phone. He logged into the community he had joined ages ago. It had been so long that a notification popped up, announcing that a separate app for the community had been released in the meantime. After hesitating for a moment, Seungwan downloaded the app. Then, struggling to recall his password, he finally tried the one he had used from elementary school up until just before adulthood.

SeungwanGenius777.

As soon as he entered the first part of his password in English characters, the login was successful, and a pop-up appeared, asking him to set up notifications. Impatient, he tapped around randomly and ended up enabling them. It was something he could change later, so it wasn’t important for now.

Pressing his lips together, Seungwan navigated to the “Chat Room.” Without paying any attention to the other posts, he immediately typed “pheromone shower” into the search bar.

“Adult verification…”

A prompt appeared, instructing him to complete an age verification process first. Why did he need to verify his age? Though puzzled, Seungwan entered his phone number and proceeded with the verification. Only then did he recall that when he had first joined the site years ago, he had still been a minor, and some posts had been hidden from him.

The thought that the answers he was looking for might be among those previously inaccessible posts made his heart pound for some reason. Maybe it was the realization that he could now access the adult-only community the man had described as being for people with body hair.

After completing the verification, Seungwan immediately typed his search query into the search bar.

Pheromone shower.

He had assumed it would be difficult to find any relevant posts, just like before, but to his surprise, an overwhelming number of results appeared—more than twenty pages’ worth. Since the search settings included both post titles and content, the sheer volume made it almost impossible to go through them all.

“Why are there so many…”

Muttering blankly, he swiped through the screen. After scanning the page, he clicked on the post with the highest number of comments.

Seungwan frowned. “O” seemed to mean Omega, and “A” meant Alpha, but he had no idea what “O Den” was supposed to be. And what was all this talk about paying money…

Even though he didn’t fully understand what he had just read, something about it felt dangerous. He shut off his phone screen. There was no one around to see, yet he still felt strangely guilty—like when you’re searching for something online and suddenly a dirty image pops up. He was an adult, so it didn’t make sense to be embarrassed by this. But still, for some reason, he found himself rubbing the back of his neck.

The problem was the way the post described the pheromone shower. The writer said he had creamed himself, but Seungwan had no idea what that meant. Did they mean he had peed himself? That wasn’t how it had felt for Seungwan… Still, he could somewhat relate to the situation the writer had described. He understood that sensation—the way his knees had gone weak, making him want to collapse.

Seungwan’s thoughts naturally drifted back to what had happened earlier with the man. As he absentmindedly retraced the memory, his body started to heat up again. Furrowing his brows, he lowered his hand, lightly hooking his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Then, as if startled, he quickly pulled his hand away. What the hell am I doing? That man was still outside. If he thought Seungwan was still asleep and suddenly walked in to check his temperature again, what then? Seungwan let out a groan, furrowing his brows. He wasn’t in pain, yet it felt like he was. No—more accurately, it felt like an itch.

“Haa…”

His breath turned hot before he even realized it. Unable to shake off the strange sense of guilt, he grabbed the phone he had tossed aside and turned on the screen. Then, he went back to reading the posts.

Judging by the titles alone, most of the discussions revolved around wanting to experience a pheromone shower or reminiscing about how it had felt. The forum members seemed to be almost entirely male Omegas. He still didn’t understand the term O Den, which popped up occasionally, but it seemed to be a recurring theme.

Eventually, he wandered into a different forum. Here, people were looking for partners as if they were job hunting. There were lots of posts from people looking for a “daddy,” and some even listed prices, which felt weird.