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♫When the moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves, I've let it go
The night was warm and moonlit. Spring was in full swing, an exquisite aroma hung over the city, woven from notes of damp greenery and sweet cherry blossoms. The velvety silence was broken by birdsongs, heralding the start of the mating season. Nature was coming alive, preparing to bring new life into the world.
A scene of utter mess took over the most remote cottage of the hotel complex, which served as the owner's art studio. The torn canvas of a decorative screen, tilted shelves, clean sheets of paper, books and illustrations all scattered in different directions. The patterned quilt in the recreation area was rumpled like a giant wasp's nest. There were shards around the floor: large and small, which in the recent past had been a priceless porcelain vase brought from the Qin Empire. Fat drops of ink glistened on the lacquered surface of a low writing table, bordered by a pool of water from an overturned bowl. A crumpled canvas, on which the beginnings of a new work — apparently a portrait — had just begun to take shape, hung forlornly from the corner. Chaos filled the entire space, pressing down with its oppressive aura of uncertainty.
Time here seemed to be frozen. It had stopped and hung at a critical point between what, after everything that had happened that night, would be impossible to return to without massive damage, and what was still a faint ray of hope breaking through the darkness of obstacles.
The flame danced restlessly in the rhythmically swaying oil lamp hung on the wall. The stuffy air, which contained thick aromatic curtains of tightly woven bitter-fresh notes of fir and the refined sweetness of rose, was cut by quiet but clearly distinguishable sounds. The rustle of fabric against old wooden floorboards that had not been oiled in a long time, muffled growls interspersed with heart-wrenching sobs.
Right on the floor, in a pile of hastily torn clothes, Alpha frantically ravaged omega, confident in his heart that the union of true soulmates would help in swaying fate in his favor. In their favor. On this late evening, in his head, which by a twist of fate had taken on the unbearable burden of Iksongwan, pulsated a single intention, as well as within his body raged a ferocious desire fueled by testosterone. To go all the way, without hesitation. To claim the perfect creature spread out beneath him his own.
And his alone.
To drive the aching knot into that silky depths, to adorn that noble neck, still untouched after all these years, with his mark. And finally to fill the fertile womb hidden beneath the convulsively rolling creamy skin of the belly with his seed. Thus fulfilling the will of Heavens, foretold by the royal shaman — to grant the nation a worthy mother figure and a strong, healthy heir in the future.
Hard and bulging, as if carved from rock, the thigh muscles diligently performed their main biological task, straining in time with decisive, sweeping movements. Only the painfully hard steel of alpha's manhood could rival their zeal, patiently but purposefully conquering the tightness of omega's seductively full, ripe hole. In a slow, measured manner, millimeter by millimeter, he tamed the rebellious one who had set out to resist the call of true mates.
Omega, in fact, was not against it at all — how could he be?
Rather, he was being capricious. He was fooling around. He was being stubborn. In general, he was just being himself, simply and unabashedly. His zealous, free-thinking nature rebelled on principle, refusing to comprehend the seriousness of what was happening, unyielding even to the laws of his own nature.
However, the hour had come.
The millstones of fate began to turn, and the true soulmates were two grains of wheat caught in the thick of the grinding. Either all their sorrows and trials would be carefully ground into a nutritious substrate, from which porridge could then be cooked, and they would not perish. Or they would be chewed up and spat out, crushed, left to rot on the sidelines of life in exile, or even destroyed, ground into powder and scattered to the winds. The decision had to be made now or never.
His Majesty made his choice back when he couldn't even imagine where life would take him. He knew only one thing—his moon, his Jin-ie, that charming, headstrong omega he met back then in his youth, had to be by his side. Only then did the world around alpha make sense. Only next to Hyunjin...
And being inside him... Merging with him to become one body and one soul. Bathing in the delicate, rosy aroma that grew ever brighter and clearer, sharper, as if in a garden covered with rose bushes, buds blooming. Gently soaking up every cell of his skin, every pore, a special message hidden in the blossoming omega pheromone, intended only for one alpha. Only for him...
The meaning of the past, the present, and even the future boiled down to the sacred communication between their bodies. Pure and real. True one...
♫The candy sweetness scent of you
It bathes my skin, I'm stained of you