FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

LITTLE FOOL

The next day, when Sailub woke up, the time on his phone had just turned 7 o’clock.

The daylight came late in the winter, but there was already a faint glimmer of light outside the room.

The thick blue curtains turned into a light blue shade under the gentle sunshine.

Sailub furrowed his brows and slowly opened his eyes.

What entered his eyes was the hospital ceiling instead of the familiar environment of his dormitory.

After a few seconds, his somewhat blank mind finally recalled what had happened yesterday.

He presented.

Recalling it again, he was able to confirm he presented as an alpha yesterday because of his previous experience with Pon’s presentation.

He was entirely controlled by pheromones, had lost his rationality, and transformed into a fierce beast.

The only thing he could do was lock himself in his room before losing control.

But as he struggled to make a call for help…
Pon came in.

He couldn’t see Pon’s face in the darkness, yet he could imagine his milky-white skin stained with water, his moist red lips, and the mixed scent of the vervain-scented shower gel and orchid pheromones emanating from his body, which became alluring and soft, gradually corroding the air around him.

This scent deprived him of any remaining rationality.

The more Sailub recalled, the more his expression turned grim.

He still remembered how he held Pon in his arms and kissed him yesterday, how he pushed up Pon’s clothes, and how he touched and bit him, leaving a trail of love marks on his snow-white skin…

If it weren’t for Pon’s final effort to inject a suppressant into him.

He really might have forcibly marked Pon just like that.

He slowly sat up on the bed.

Through the glass window, he saw a person sleeping on the opposite sofa.

That person was wrapped in a blanket that was obtained from who knows where, with only one head exposed and his hair in a mess.

Under the blanket, only half of a foot was left uncovered. Probably because it was a bit cold, it turned a little red.

Who else could it be if not Pon?

Sailub walked to the window, silently watching Pon on the other side of the glass.

Even though he was indeed under the control of his pheromones yesterday, his terrifying possessiveness and aggression should have raised some alarm in Pon, no matter how oblivious he could be.

Pon should somewhat understand that the childhood sweetheart that grew up with him, his so-called “best brother” was no longer the same trustworthy Sailub as before.

Sailub’s gaze darkened.
In fact, it’s not like he didn’t consider confessing his feelings to Pon, but being exposed in such an unexpected situation caught him off guard, making the whole situation more complicated.

He didn’t know if Pon would accept him after waking up or if they could continue to get along as they did before.

Sailub grasped a handful of his own hair, feeling truly at a loss.

Until Pon woke up, he had been sitting on the small sofa beside him, watching Pon’s sleeping face.

The sleeping Pon possessed an innocence and gentleness as if unaware of the complexities of the world, immersed only in his own realm.