"This is probably the alpha instinct. Once you feel the pheromones, you'll want to hear them again," Jihon thought, feeling a strange heaviness in his heart that he wouldn't be able to fulfill his wish.

"Now I have a blocker implanted under the skin, so I don't smell," he said, stroking the guy's head even more gently.

"I see," Jaekyung muttered softly and suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Maybe he doesn't like it when people touch his hair?", Jihon suggested, embarrassed, and tried to break free, but he did not let go.

"Wait," he said, rolling up the sleeve of Jihon's T-shirt and looking at the inside of his forearm. "It's almost healed."

"Ah," Jihong gasped in confusion, realizing that he was just worried about the place of the recent cut. "Yes."

"But it seems that the scar will remain," Jaekyung muttered, stroking the slightly bulging mark with his finger.

There is nothing to be done about it.

No matter how small the wound is, but after it has been opened and sewn up several times, a scar will inevitably appear.

"By the way, why is it so suspiciously calm?" wondered Jihon, examining his forearm. Usually, by this time, the side effects of suppressants were already making themselves felt. Towards the end of the Pan-Pacific tournament, there were hints that his condition had deteriorated a little, but then everything returned to normal, and since then there have been no serious violations. And the mood stabilized, and there were no more swings.

"What's going on? Is my body starting to get used to it?" as he pondered, Jaekyung let go of his hand and asked, "Do you need to wear the chip until you die? It can't be like that, can it?"

"Of course not," Jihong replied, adjusting his T-shirt. "Pheromones are released only in omegas of childbearing age. As they get older, their emission gradually decreases. Also, blockers are not used during pregnancy, as this can affect hormonal levels and lead to failure."

In fact, pheromones are designed exclusively for reproduction. Simply put, the omega's body at some point begins to secrete them in huge quantities in order to attract alpha and create optimal conditions for conception. Previously, this phase was called "estrus", but now they have given a more correct term: "period of receptivity".

Naturally, the same applied to alphas.

When he was exposed to omega pheromones in heat, he stopped thinking about anything other than wanting to leave his seed inside his partner. As a result, he produced about three to four times more semen than normal, and the shape of the genitals changed to increase the chances of successful fertilization. The head increased in size, acquiring a massive shape so as not to slip out even after ejaculation.

As a result, the omega had to endure terrible pain. And although the surge of endorphins helped them perceive pain as pleasure, it was difficult to imagine what kind of physical exertion the body experienced.

Jihon shivered. The mere thought of it hurt him. As he rested in Jaekyung's arms, he couldn't help but imagine all these scenarios involving him, which was even more terrifying.

His size is already suggestive and resembles a weapon of mass destruction, but the fact that the penis can still change shape and grow is generally beyond good and evil.

If Kwon Jae-kyung really has a conscience, then he should dissuade his partner from having children, even if they later get married. While Jihong was gloomy, Jaekyung put his chin on his shoulder and asked softly, "Hyung, you're not planning to have a child, are you?"

Jihong was so startled that he immediately blurted out, "What?" and stared at him. The question sounded very appropriate, as if the guy could read minds.

And Jaekyung himself seemed surprised by such a violent reaction, which is why he repeated his question, his eyes wide open: "Huh? So are you going to give birth?"

"Oh, no, no," Jihong replied dumbfounded. "I'm not thinking about marriage, so what kind of children can we talk about?"

"What's wrong with that?" Nowadays, many people have children even without being married.

"Well, yes, that's true. In a sense, this is even reasonable. But not for me. I do not intend to marry or have children.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not sure I can raise them well.

This time, Jaekyung looked truly dumbfounded. Of course, he assumed that Jihon was not eager to have children, but for such a reason.

"Why do you think you can't do it?" I'm sure you'd be a great father.

"No, not at all. I don't know what you fantasized about me. But I can't take care of myself.

Jaekyung squinted incredulously, as if he had a lot of questions, but Jihong, fearing that he would say something else, hurried to find another explanation: "Well, I don't want to feel pain."

"Ah, I see," the guy, fortunately, immediately latched on to it. "They say that omega men have a particularly hard time."

"Yes. Men or women – everyone who gives birth to children deserves respect. But I'm not capable of that," Jihon smiled again. "I'm very afraid of pain."

When he said this in a firm, determined tone, Jaekyung held him even tighter: "Then don't give birth."

Judging by his voice, he really didn't want Jihong to suffer.

Which made Jihong even a little embarrassed, even though it was all just a game: "I've noticed before, but Jaekyung really can't stand it when someone is hurt... Or rather, he is wary of it."

Normally, Jaekyung acted as if he was capable of the most brutal acts, but as soon as Jihong almost hurt himself or complained of the slightest discomfort, this guy would become attentive and caring, worrying that something would happen to his partner.

And each time, this behavior sent Jihon's heart into confusion: "Maybe it's because we were both athletes before? Or does he have some kind of psychological trauma?"

The strange feeling of anxiety that he felt for no reason did not disappear. Fearing that his emotions might be reflected on his face, he jokingly tugged at Jaekyung's hair, trying not to hurt him, and added, "I'm not going to give birth. Why do you talk like you're worried about your wife? Save some sweet words for your future partner, okay?"

Naturally, Jihong specifically mentioned the word "partner."

And Jaekyung, of course, immediately caught the subtle hint, frowning and lowering his head, "Hyung, you're on purpose, right?"

"What on purpose?"

"Whenever there's a romantic atmosphere between us, something nasty comes out of your mouth."

But before Jihon could utter a word, the grumbler's strong arms wrapped around him. In an instant, they were on the soft carpet, intertwined in a tight embrace.

"Don't forget that the weekend isn't over yet. And even if I offer us to play newlyweds, you still have to obey, hyung.

"Hey, what kind of game do you want to play?" laughed Jihong, speechless.

When they had sex for the first time, he himself offered to play lovers so that the awkwardness between them would disappear. But he hadn't expected the guy to take advantage of it in this way.

"So far, I can only imagine one game: newlyweds on the verge of divorce due to their husband's increased sexual appetites

"You were delighted yourself, and now you are stuttering about divorce, aren't you?" Do you have a conscience?

Now Jaekyung really resembled an offended husband.

Astonished, Jihong didn't plan to give up: "Listen, if you want to talk about conscience, then look at yourself first. How many times are you going to squeeze me dry... Hey, wait! Where are you pulling your paws?"

Without even giving him a chance to object, Jaekyung slipped his hand into his pants. So Jihon hurriedly grabbed him by the wrist.

"If you were squeezed dry, you wouldn't have anything left. Let's see if that's really the case, hyung.

"Hey, I'm serious, stop it," Jihon babbled excitedly, trying to stop him. But all the resistance ended in an instant when Jaekyung grabbed his wrists with one hand, firmly fixing them. Jihon squirmed, trying to prevent him from grabbing his penis, but was surprised by the sudden touch on his crotch and twisted.

"Hey, you're crazy... Stop it, don't do that," he protested embarrassedly.

But Kwon Jae-kyung ignored all the prostestes.

"What's wrong?" If you are "squeezed dry", you will not react in any way. I don't touch your dick.

"I haven't put my fingers in yet, and you're already on edge. See?" said Jaekyung insinuatingly, stroking the area around the hole on top of his underwear. At the same moment, Jihon's body trembled, and he involuntarily moaned, "Mmm..."

Lying on his side, he did not lose hope of escaping, but Jaekyung, pressing him even tighter, continued to caress the sensitive areas, massaging and pressing with his fingers. Because of this, waves of wild pleasure again covered Jihon with his head. The delicate skin gave way, and with each touch, the inner walls, still swollen from the previous time, contracted.

"Aaah, Jaekyung-ah, stop it... Mmm..." - Jihon begged, grabbing the carpet.

"What to stop? You're moaning like you're dying of pleasure," Jaekyung grumbled. And in confirmation of his words, he again ran it along the crotch. And each time, sweet sounds escaped from Jihon's mouth.

"Jaekyung-ah, that's enough..." whispered Jihong, barely reaching for his T-shirt. However, as soon as Jaekyung pressed on the sensitive point, he let go of it with a scream.

And without being confused, Jaekyung quickly lifted his trembling body, pressing him to himself.

"But you don't have to, hyung. Did I really squeeze you out so much?" he asked in surprise, and then, letting down his panties, he penetrated the anus with his finger: "Mmm... I don't think so. You've got a mess here."