You Beast... ♡!! (7)
The room was wrapped in heavy silence. The air was so thick with moisture that steam seemed to rise from every surface, saturated with the raw stench of sweat, slick arousal, and thick semen. An excited human body releases a cocktail of oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin. Beta-endorphins stab at the receptors and pour from the sweat glands. In males, a dense concentration of testosterone floods the bloodstream. When that mixture begins to evaporate in the heat of feverish body temperature, the resulting vapor—sweat and hormones blended together—becomes something like a natural aphrodisiac in its own right.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Yeonha stood rigid, sucking in a sharp breath as she leaned against the wall for support. The cold surface pressed hard into her ass and lower back, making her flinch violently. There were other reasons for her reaction. Beast-type, monster-type, demi-human-type—whatever the country called them, all heroes who drew power from “beasts” shared certain traits. Every awakened ability had both strengths and weaknesses, but the power of the beast influenced instinct far more than most. Enhanced olfaction that could detect pheromones even without a vomeronasal organ. Periodic “heat” cycles that normal humans could never experience.
Yeonha’s long ears drooped limply. I have to pull myself together. Even as she repeated the words inside her head, she found it hard to believe them. The sight of those women sprawled across the sofa and table like discarded dolls refused to leave her mind. They were clearly still alive, still breathing, yet the way they lay there like corpses was horrifying. And the “traces” left all over their bodies—dried foam crusted at the corners of their mouths, makeup streaked by tears, hickeys blooming across their skin like grotesque flowers, and the unmistakable sticky trails of overwhelming loads of cum.
All those marks seemed to whisper a warning. Those empty, glassy eyes staring blankly into space looked as if they were saying, You’ll be just like us soon.
The world spun. Yeonha staggered backward.
“You just gonna keep standing there?”
“Ah, um… yeah. I’ll… I’ll come back later.”
“Hahaha! What the hell are you talking about, Senpai? Didn’t you come here because you had something to say to me?”
“Well… yeah, but… you look busy… really busy, so…”
“I’m done with my business. Sit down. Let’s talk.”
“No no no!! Later! Let’s meet during the day. Somewhere open! Okay? I-I’m leaving?!”
Yeonha jerked upright in a panic. The moment Gyuki saw that, he slowly rose to his feet, spreading both massive arms wide as if to prove he wasn’t a threat.
The sight of him standing carried a strange, almost magical pressure. It forced her gaze to climb higher and higher. It wasn’t common to see a humanoid figure reach such an enormous height. She felt like she was facing a monster from beyond a Gate, trapped inside a cramped room that suddenly felt far too small. The compact VIP room completely nullified every advantage she possessed—her explosive speed, her agile movements. And in front of her, the S-class physical powerhouse’s massive, twitching muscles surged like a tidal wave, cutting off any escape.
There’s no way I can win in a contest of strength. If I don’t open that door right now, I’ll never get out. Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger.
Goosebumps prickled across her skin. Without realizing it, power flooded into her thighs. The dimming lights weren’t her imagination—Gyuki’s head was literally brushing the ceiling just by standing straight.
“Let’s just talk for a minute. If you walk out now, I’ll seriously disappear like this. That’d be inconvenient for both of us, yeah?”
From above her head came the sound of Gyuki’s low, rumbling chuckle. Then the scent rolling off his approaching body hit her—thick, filthy, and unbearably sexual. The smell of a male. Testosterone, adrenaline, and beta-endorphins mixed together. The heavy musk of an aroused bull.
The scent of a cock that had just finished fucking, still wet with mixed juices and roughly wiped on his underwear, clung to the air. The club’s noise had already dulled her hearing. The dim lighting restricted her vision. And now this sticky, suggestive smell assaulted her nose. One by one, every advantage a “beast-type” hero possessed was being stripped away. Yeonha trembled, overwhelmed.
A pillar-like forearm landed on her shoulder with a heavy thud.
“Hiiik?!”
The forearm was already as thick as her thigh, veins writhing hotly beneath the skin. This man’s body temperature was absurdly high. The solid power radiating from behind those muscles made Yeonha flinch again and again. From above her head, Gyuki’s low voice rolled down.
“Just sit down for a bit and talk before you go. We’re supposed to start working together to catch villains now, right? Yeah?”
“J-just for a bit! Ten minutes… ten minutes only…!!”
“Heh heh, sure. Whatever you say.”
Even as Gyuki’s arm guided her toward the sofa, Yeonha kept stealing anxious glances at the distant door. It was the desperate scream of her instincts telling her to run. Or perhaps a silent plea for someone—anyone—to open that door and save her.
No matter how large or luxurious a VIP room was, its capacity was limited. The space hadn’t been designed with large groups in mind. Thanks to all the money poured into the lavish interior, the sofa could barely seat five or six people even if they squeezed together.
The problem was that Gyuki already took up the space of three grown men. The unconscious women had been shoved aside, but there were three of them. And the woman still slumped over the table, pussy still weakly drooling cum, couldn’t exactly be moved by Yeonha. In the end, she had no choice but to sit pressed tightly against Gyuki’s side.
“Why so stiff?” Gyuki chuckled, cracking his neck with a loud pop. “Cows don’t eat people, y’know.”
A completely naked woman lay unconscious and foaming at the mouth on the table right in front of them. Right beside her sat the half-naked man who had fucked her senseless with a single cock. How the hell was she supposed to relax in this atmosphere?
She swallowed the urge to scream that question. Still… he was calling her “senpai.” That had to mean he held no hostile intent. At the very least, he probably wouldn’t cross any lines.
“Um. Ahem. The ventilation in here isn’t very good…!”
“…Ugh, fuck. Hah. Sorry about that!! But people need their privacy, right? If you keep trying to put distance between us like that, I’m gonna get real sad, yeah?”
“Eh? Uh?!”
Gyuki suddenly raised his voice and grabbed a liquor bottle, pouring it straight into his mouth with loud glugging sounds.
“Khh. Come on, Senpai, you know how it is. Us beast-types have a hard time controlling this, don’t we? Yeah?”
“Uh… yeah… I guess…?”
The “this” in question clearly referred to sexual urges. Yeonha scooted her hips back slightly.
“It’s not like I want to do it!”
“Uh…”
“When the heat hits, it feels like my eyes are gonna roll back into my skull. What the hell am I supposed to do? I’d be pretty hurt if you acted all cold toward me, Senpai. Didn’t you see my interview?”
“Ah, yeah…”
The interview. The words he had spoken upon arriving at Incheon International Airport suddenly resurfaced. The hero I respect the most is Botal Rabbit.
They shared the same beast-type physical specialization. She was his sunbae, an S-class hero he genuinely looked up to. And yet, purely by bad luck, she had burst in right in the middle of his heat cycle while he was paying to relieve it.
…Of course, the visual had been extremely, extremely shocking.
Wait… was this… my fault?
Yeonha’s mind spun with confusion. After all, despite his deep, vibrating voice that sounded threatening, Gyuki had never actually been violent or aggressive toward her. So from his perspective, maybe it felt like this: he had been happily jerking off, and the respected senior he admired had suddenly kicked the door open and stormed in.
For some reason, she started feeling incredibly sorry.
Her eyes were spinning.
“And look, if you’re coming, just say you’re coming. If you’re leaving, say you’re leaving. Give me some advance notice, damn it. Isn’t the Korean Hero Association being way too cheap with guest treatment? I feel bad too since I wasn’t just quietly resting at the designated hotel, but still—when a beast-type’s heat hits so bad they feel like they’re gonna die, is it really such a huge crime to spend money and take care of it?!”
“N-no, it’s not wrong!! Yeah, yeah!!”
That’s right! It wasn’t wrong at all, was it? If Colossus had suddenly burst in while she was masturbating, that wouldn’t have been her fault either!
Having suddenly discovered a common topic, Yeonha nodded vigorously.
“Sorry the room looks so nasty. But seriously, Senpai, you’re too much. You said you respected me, then disappeared for two whole days without a single message. And then you suddenly break down the door without any warning? You gotta think about how I’d feel too!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry!”
“There we go! Now we’re cool with each other, right?”
“Yeah!”
“Alright, let’s drink and forget all about it!”
“Okay!!”
Yeonha kept nodding enthusiastically, completely unaware of where the conversation was even heading anymore. Gyuki picked up a glass that had been leaning against one of the unconscious women on the table, set it in front of her, and poured whiskey with a loud glug-glug-glug.
“Cheers!”
“Uh… cheers!”
Whatever, screw it. Heroes didn’t get drunk from something like alcohol anyway. Yeonha kept her gaze fixed awkwardly in the narrow gap between the ceiling and the table as she knocked the drink back. No matter how hard she tried to understand the situation, she simply could not get used to drinking while a naked woman lay sprawled on the table right in front of her, still leaking cum.