One Day, a Villain Fell into My Wardrobe

26

Yeon Ji-ho felt his body heating up, his vision blurring, and let out a deep sigh. Why, of all times, was his heat cycle starting now?

Naturally, as an omega, Yeon Ji-ho had brought suppressants, just in case. As a highly sensitive omega, his heat cycle wasn’t regular, making it impossible to predict when it would arrive.

The problem was that the bag containing the suppressants wasn’t in his possession. Feeling his heart pounding wildly, Yeon Ji-ho gasped for breath.

“……What’s wrong? Ji-ho, why must I leave you alone when you’re unwell?”

“It’s not exactly… unwell… It’s something… *gasp*… omegas naturally experience.”

Each word was punctuated by a gasp. His face was reddening, and he could easily imagine how he must look to Set. Set, witnessing Yeon Ji-ho’s rapidly deteriorating condition, grew anxious.

“My heat cycle… has started.”

“Heat… what? What is that? Ji-ho, we must go to a physician. I will find a village.”

“It’s not like I’m sick, it’s just… *gasp*… a heat cycle… which is…”

His usually faint pheromones were intensifying, a rich acacia scent.

Yeon Ji-ho was relieved there were no metamorphs present. At least he didn’t have to worry about being assaulted. Though, he was currently succumbing to his instincts.

Just as he was finding a measure of reassurance, Set tilted his head and said,

“Ji-ho, I smell a strange fragrance.”

“……Yes?”

Set’s head slowly lowered. He buried his nose in Yeon Ji-ho’s nape and murmured,

“The scent of flowers. This is… what kind of scent is this?”

“How… *huff*… can you, Mr. Set, sense that?”

Could he be an alpha? Yeon Ji-ho struggled to think with his dulled mind. But that was impossible. If Set were an alpha, Yeon Ji-ho would have known instantly upon seeing him.

Metamorphs, no matter how well they concealed their scent, inevitably recognized each other. But Set emitted no trace of the subtle pheromones unique to metamorphs.

“A sword master’s senses surpass those of humans. That must be why. Ji-ho, what is happening to your body?”

Come to think of it, he’d heard it in a documentary. The biggest difference between betas and metamorphs was the evolution of their sense of smell. Ha ha… Yeon Ji-ho laughed hollowly.

“Then, I’m in serious trouble… Mr. Set, listen carefully.”

“Ji-ho?”

“Omegas release a chemical substance called pheromones. *huff*… There are periods when it intensifies, and that’s called a heat cycle.”

Would Set, born in a world without metamorphs, understand this complex explanation? Yeon Ji-ho ultimately abandoned the detailed explanation. He simply stated,

“In short, my estrus is about to begin.”

“……!”

Set’s eyes widened, having previously looked completely bewildered. Fortunately, even here, he seemed to possess knowledge of the estrus experienced by animals.

Yeon Ji-ho gently pushed Set away.

He should understand by now. Even if he didn’t, he couldn’t bear to continue. From the moment he realized his heat cycle had begun, his body burned with the desire for intimacy.

“So, please go… .”

It was a desperate plea. Omegas who failed to find a suitable alpha during their estrus often sought a substitute, regardless of whether it was a beta or anything else.

His trousers were growing damp. Yeon Ji-ho felt a desperate urge to touch himself, but a sliver of remaining self-control urged him to send Set away first.

“……I can’t do that.”

However, Set’s lips tightened as he grasped Yeon Ji-ho’s wrist, which had been pushing him away.

Yeon Ji-ho let out a short moan at the touch of Set’s warm hand. His overheated body tingled with pleasure at the slightest contact.

Set finally embraced Yeon Ji-ho, his trembling body reacting like it had been struck by lightning every time Set touched him. Yeon Ji-ho’s feeble pushes were futile.

“Hearing that… I couldn’t possibly leave.”

Set looked down at Yeon Ji-ho, who was trembling uncontrollably in his arms, unable to do anything. His heart pounded loudly. Yeon Ji-ho, his focus distant, seemed oblivious.

“I’m sorry.”

Set whispered a small apology. A meager apology compared to what he was about to do.

But he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Who could leave the one they cherished in this situation?

Look now.

Yeon Ji-ho, his focus lost, had stopped pushing him away and was now clutching his clothes with desperate hands. A pained moan echoed from his throat. The corners of Set’s mouth curled upward as he watched.

That he could laugh even while witnessing his most vulnerable side proved he was undoubtedly a devil.

Logically, he should have left, as Yeon Ji-ho had requested. He should have. That would have made him the “kind Mr. Set” Yeon Ji-ho spoke of.

But he didn’t need that. He’d never wanted to be kind. He desired only one thing.

“Se… Set… Please… please do something… .”

“Yes, Ji-ho.”

“I’m going to die, please save me… .”

Seeing Yeon Ji-ho, tears streaming down his face, clinging to him, Set felt a thrill. An uncontrollable pleasure coursed through his body.

Yeon Ji-ho, completely dependent on him, crying…

Set slowly exhaled. He had to be calm. Calmly…

He intended to consume him.

***

Yeon Ji-ho gasped for breath, tears streaming down his cheeks. It was hot. His whole body was burning. He wished someone would cool him down…

At that moment, thick fingers delved into Yeon Ji-ho’s shirt. Those fingers, calloused from a lifetime of wielding a sword, roughened by years of hardship, gently flicked his erect nipples.

“Ah!”

With a single moan, Yeon Ji-ho’s eyes widened. Simultaneously, a head plunged into his loose shirt, swelling against his chest.

A wet tongue touched his left nipple, circling the areola before finally being drawn in by a tooth. Yeon Ji-ho climaxed from this simple touch, releasing inside his underwear.

“Ugh, ah, please… .”

Even after his release, Yeon Ji-ho’s arousal didn’t subside. His dick, taut within his loose drawers, throbbed painfully. His nipples, hard beneath the thin fabric from the stimulation, made him look like something out of pornography.

Set immediately untied Yeon Ji-ho’s trousers. Had it been clothing from Yeon Ji-ho’s world, he might have fumbled, but not this time. He stripped Yeon Ji-ho, who lay on his knees, as if handling a baby.

“Ji-ho, you… are truly special.”

Set looked down at Yeon Ji-ho’s exposed genitals, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Yeon Ji-ho was an omega, lacking testicles.

Like a man encountering a mysterious creature for the first time, he gazed at Yeon Ji-ho with wonder, reaching out.

“Not even… a single hair.”

“H-huff, ugh, stop… Set, stop… .”

“Beautiful, Ji-ho… .”

Set’s voice was even lower, revealing his own arousal. Still, he was more composed than Yeon Ji-ho, whose reason had almost completely vanished.

He lowered his head and swallowed Yeon Ji-ho’s dick whole. He felt Set’s uvula at the tip of his glans, the contact of his lips against his groin. He was literally swallowed whole.

There was no time to be embarrassed that his dick had vanished without a trace into that large mouth. Yeon Ji-ho could only clutch Set’s hair, tears welling up.

Set was deeply stimulating him, inducing orgasm.

“Y-yes, ugh, ugh… ! I’m, I’m going to… *gasp*!”

The moment Set heard “I’m going to,” he tightened his throat as if swallowing. Yeon Ji-ho couldn’t hold back and climaxed inside his mouth.

It had only been a few minutes since his first orgasm. Despite the rapid succession of two climaxes, Yeon Ji-ho was still erect. Tears streamed from his swollen eyes.

Even after two orgasms, Yeon Ji-ho showed no signs of satiation. He reached out, gripping Set’s collar. He pleaded, tears in his eyes,

“In… huff… insert it, Set… .”