Crazy A Married Life

#26

Idam wondered if this moment was a dream. He couldn’t believe that what he thought was an illusion, what he had assumed was a fantasy, was actually real.

Taemin approached again and started exploring Idam’s nape. It was a clearly different attitude from the alphas Idam had encountered so far. He wasn’t uncomfortable with Idam’s pheromones. It was so strange.

They gradually drew closer, and Idam felt his body temperature rising to his head. Taemin’s lip movements were hotter and more sensual than before.

It was a stimulation that made Idam’s lower abdomen tingle.

“Mr… CEO… please… stop…”

Feeling that this could lead to trouble, Idam resisted with a moan. But Taemin embraced him tightly with both arms, preventing him from escaping. Then he licked Idam’s nape thoroughly with his tongue, like someone savoring ice cream. Idam’s heart fluttered at the movement of that tongue. His cheeks also flushed with heat.

Faced with an alpha’s behavior he had never encountered before, Idam hesitated, not knowing how to react. Gradually, Taemin’s lips moved to Idam’s ear and drew even closer.

“Idam-ssi, you had a hard time at the orphanage because of your pheromones, right?”

“Huh, how… how do you know that?”

On the night of the thunderstorm, when they were in bed together, Idam had only vaguely mentioned that something bad had happened. He was perplexed that Taemin had pinpointed this passing comment. Moreover, had he ever mentioned that he was from an orphanage?

“How do I know?”

Taemin gently removed his lips from Idam’s earlobe and smiled softly.

“I’m very interested in you, Idam-ssi.”

It was a gentle voice, but for some reason, it felt like an impure obsession. Because of this, a chilling sensation ran down Idam’s spine.

“So I know you’re getting a fever now.”

Taemin’s large finger traced Idam’s forehead. It was a touch that sensed the heat blooming in Idam right now.

“Your heat cycle has come.”

“Who… who are you talking about?”

“Who else is here besides you?”

“It’s not… not me.”

A heat cycle? That couldn’t be possible. He judged that Taemin was making an absurd guess.

According to the doctor who had confirmed Idam’s manifestation in the past, extremely hot omegas are congenitally infertile. So they don’t have heat cycles. For omegas, pregnancy is considered a life goal and holds great significance. Faced with this bleak reality, Idam had cried all night that day.

He had always envied normal omegas so much. The same went for Hayun, who always had to take suppressants.

“I don’t have that.”

Idam didn’t understand why Taemin was asserting that he was in a heat cycle. If he was interested enough to know how Idam had lived at the orphanage, surely he would know about the heat cycle situation as well, so why was he doing this?

“Really, you don’t?”

Taemin asked again as if he couldn’t believe it. Idam, unsure how to answer again, just nodded. At that moment, Taemin engulfed Idam’s lips as if devouring them.

His plump tongue invaded deeply, almost reaching Idam’s throat in an instant, and poured out saliva mercilessly. It felt like an even more intense and violent kiss than the day he had paid off the principal to Heo Jitae and accepted the fake marriage. Idam started to feel breathless. It was suffocating and painful.

Feeling that this could lead to big trouble, Idam gently pushed Taemin’s chest with both hands. Unlike before, he retreated obediently this time. Their lips, which had been almost stuck together, separated.

“Haa… haa…”

Idam exhaled breathlessly. His chest was heaving, and he felt a damp sensation between his buttocks. His underwear and pants were wet. He didn’t know what this was, but it was unfamiliar and scary.

“Is your pussy wet?”

Taemin hit the nail on the head as he looked at Idam’s lower half. His lips curled up slightly. There was a strange composure, like a predator gauging its prey before hunting. But his shadowed eyes were sharp and eerie.

“No… it’s not.”

Idam denied it first. He was afraid of what would happen if he answered that question. Of course, he had prepared himself for prostitution when he borrowed 350 million won from Taemin. But he remembered Taemin’s genitals he had seen in the hotel room, and the thought of putting that monstrous flesh inside his body terrified him. Moreover, Taemin was a murderer.

I need to escape. I need to run away.

A strong will flared up like a flame. Idam slowly backed away. He wanted to leave this mansion first, but it was useless as Taemin was blocking the entrance.

So he had no choice but to go back into the house and look for a way out. It was desperate that this was the only option, but he ran anyway.

* * *

“Haa… haa… what… what’s going on.”

After running frantically, Idam realized he had reached Taemin’s bedroom again when he came to his senses. It wasn’t homing instinct, so why did he come back here? Idam cursed his stupid judgment and his two legs.

The man’s corpse was still lying face down there. However, Secretary Kang, who had been standing like a statue, had vanished somewhere. It was a fortunate situation for escaping. Idam left the bedroom again.

“CEO, are you alright?”

Along with a busy rustling, Secretary Kang’s voice was heard. Idam felt his heart sink as he looked towards the source of the voice. Secretary Kang and Taemin were climbing up the stairs, heading this way.

“Gasp!”

Flustered, Idam looked around for a place to hide. There was a window, but it wouldn’t open, and there were no other spaces or rooms suitable for hiding. With a crestfallen face, Idam had no choice but to enter Taemin’s room. He judged that there would be hiding spaces in such a large room.

Had his brain stopped working due to fear? He seemed to remember there were hiding spaces when he came a few days ago, but now everything seemed blocked. He felt his insides burning black.

Meanwhile, the footsteps of the two men grew closer behind him. It was an extremely urgent situation. After surveying the bedroom, Idam finally chose to hide under the canopy bed with its fluttering curtains. The height of the support holding up the mattress seemed suitable for Idam to fit under. There was no time or luxury to hesitate anymore.

He quickly crawled under the bed and lay face down. His heart felt like it would burst.

Immediately, Secretary Kang and Taemin entered the bedroom.

“CEO, what happened? Did you find Yeo Idam-ssi?”

“He ran away again.”

Secretary Kang’s voice was full of bewilderment, but Taemin was very calm.

“Should I send out the men?”

“No. I’ll catch him and take care of it myself.”

Take care of it, take care of it…

Idam trembled as he mulled over Taemin’s words. What could that ‘take care of’ mean?

‘I told you Ji Taemin is a gangster. People around this guy have disappeared without a trace, and it’s not just one or two.’

Hayun’s voice suddenly rang out like a flash of light.

Currently, Idam was a witness who had directly seen Taemin’s murder scene. So he had a feeling that the person who would disappear without a trace by Taemin’s hand today would be himself. Increasingly frightened, Idam felt sweat pouring from every pore of his body.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright alone?”

“Of course. The best way is to fuck them and then crush them.”

Fuck them and then crush them? Idam wondered what nonsense Taemin was spouting now.

“Pardon? What do you mean…”

Secretary Kang’s expression was the same as Idam’s. At least this was evidence that he was normal.

“When I catch Yeo Idam, I’m going to fuck him. After that, I’ll take care of the rest myself.”

Taemin giggled as if possessed by a demon. Idam felt like his soul was being shaken out of him. And he became certain of one thing.

Today, I’m not going to meet a prince on a white horse… I’m going to be raped and killed by this madman.

Judging by his vocabulary and expression, ‘take care of’ undoubtedly meant murder. Realizing this fact, Idam felt his insides burning up.

“CEO… No matter what… that’s…”

Secretary Kang cautiously began to voice his opinion, perhaps wanting to say that Taemin was going too far. And as if to face Taemin, he moved his position slightly. As he did so, the tip of his shoe bumped into the cold body of the man.

The man’s head, separated from his body, rolled away. It seemed the head and body had been severed and separated from the beginning. This fact alone was enough to make Idam’s heart stop, but the head inconsiderately rolled under the bed. As a result, Idam had no choice but to face that head up close.

“Gasp!”

He gasped once more. The owner of that head was none other than Heo Jitae.

Idam felt like his heart would jump out of his mouth as he backed away.

Why is this person here?

Did he also have some financial entanglement with Ji Taemin?

A whirlpool of confusion tormented Idam. His heart was pounding explosively. Gradually, his head started to hurt. He felt like Sun Wukong from Journey to the West. As this headache reached its peak, Idam recalled the memory of being with Taemin in the hotel bed.

‘Why are you making a fuss here now using my name?’

Suddenly, the room door opened and a man barged in. He had brown hair and thick eyebrows. Startled by the sudden intruder, Idam hurriedly covered himself with the blanket. Meanwhile, Taemin got off the bed and put on a robe. And from somewhere, he was holding a real sword about 90cm long.

‘Fuck, what’s this?’

‘Manager Han Jiwoo. You’re fearless. How did you know to come here? Did you run away again?’

At this time, Idam had known Ji Taemin as Han Jiwoo, so he wondered why that man was calling him by the same name.

‘Yeah, I followed after hearing your minions whispering. Why!’

At that moment,

‘Ugh!’

With the smell of blood, the man groaned. Taemin had slashed the man’s abdomen with the real sword he was holding. In an instant, the floor was stained with dark red blood, and the man staggered and collapsed on the spot. But Taemin didn’t stop and mercilessly hacked at the man.

The shock of witnessing a living person reaching death’s door was tremendous for Idam. Especially when his eyes met those of the dying man, he was overcome with an indescribable fear and lost consciousness right there.

When he woke up, it was the next afternoon. Idam, having completely forgotten these enormous events, had simply run away because he was embarrassed about being naked with Taemin.

Thinking about it now, it seemed that his memory loss wasn’t simply due to the wine, but due to the shock of witnessing a murder scene. In conclusion, Idam had become a witness who had seen Taemin’s murder twice. Goosebumps ran down his spine.

Moreover, with Heo Jitae’s head floating before his eyes now, he was even more terrified. It wasn’t a pleasant face to keep looking at, after all.

Idam pushed Heo Jitae’s head away with his elbow. The head rolled and touched Secretary Kang’s foot.

“Huh? Why is this here?”

He picked up Heo Jitae’s head like a watermelon. Taemin also looked at the head sharply.

“Is someone hiding in this room right now?”

“Pardon?”

Secretary Kang had an expression that asked what Taemin meant. But Taemin, as if sensing something, looked around Heo Jitae coldly.

Idam trembled with his nose to the floor. Of course, he was also hiding his pheromones. Wanting to hide his body as much as possible, he bent his arms and hunched his shoulders. He heard Taemin’s footsteps approaching his head. Idam felt like his heart would burst.

His arms started to go numb from being bent. His hands were the same. It felt like they would become paralyzed. Feeling that this wouldn’t do, he stretched out his arms and opened his hands. The tips of his fingers reached the edge of the bed’s shadow, but he thought they wouldn’t be visible from outside.

Just as he felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief for surviving…

A large hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Idam’s hand.

“Gasp!”

Idam’s heart sank. He reflexively tried to pull his hand away, but instead, he was forcefully pulled. Before he knew it, Idam’s upper body had emerged from under the bed.

“So you were here.”

Idam’s eyes met directly with Taemin’s. He was kneeling on one knee and touching Idam’s hand. Terrified, Idam felt like his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn’t move at all, lying face down with his lips trembling. Taemin kissed the back of Idam’s hand repeatedly.

His lips were unnecessarily tender and…

“Hot. Fuck.”

It was dangerous.