Chapter 49

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The interior was filled with the scent of extreme Alpha and Omega pheromones. It was the very same smell he had been accustomed to all this time, but today it somehow felt uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because, as the host said, it had been "a long time."

Greyson sat at the bar drinking and looking around. True to their purpose, pheromone parties had a considerable number of partners procured by the host for releasing pheromones. Some came out of curiosity, some just enjoyed sex and came for pleasure, but of course, for most, it was merely a job.

After all, dealing with extreme Alphas soaked in pheromones and not in their right mind required quite a resolve. In other words, the risk was too great just to satisfy curiosity. Therefore, most of the people mobilized for the party were the usual suspects. Greyson had a principle of never sleeping with the same partner twice, which was where the difficulty lay.

Until now, he had either brought his own partner or released pheromones to a new person he met that day, but sometimes he returned without results. In preparation for such cases, Greyson regularly released pheromones, which was an excellent choice. This time was no different. Because he had been regularly releasing pheromones, missing a few parties wasn't a big problem.

The reason he came here today was the same. Who knows when the day to find his destined love would come? If he didn't manage his pheromones well until then, he might not be in his right mind when he finally met them. Such a terrible situation had to be avoided at all costs.

He could sleep with anyone who wasn't his destined partner.

That's how he had always done it. Sometimes he would release pheromones to a one-night stand even when he had a partner. He had naturally done so until now and had never thought it was boring or painful. There were times when he dealt with it mechanically, but he didn't dislike it anyway.

But why was his motivation so low today?

All sorts of promiscuous and disorderly acts were happening before his eyes, but he wasn't excited at all. He just wanted to release his pheromones and go home to rest.

He hadn't been like this before.

Just as he felt a sudden sense of disillusionment, he felt someone's gaze on him. When he turned his head, he immediately made eye contact with a young-faced man. Judging by his provocative outfit that revealed more than half of his chest, he was clearly an Omega. As he approached Greyson, the familiar scent of Omega pheromones wafted from him.

"Hello, I'm Frankie. It's my first time at the party."

"It shows."

When Greyson smiled leisurely and spoke, Frankie blinked as if flustered.

"How did you know?"

The answer was simple. Greyson stretched out his arm as if it were natural and embraced Frankie's waist, pulling him close.

"Because I would know all the faces that come to the party often."

Frankie let out a short laugh at the answer. His breath could be heard, rapid as if excited.

"I've been watching you since you came in."

Frankie confessed in a whisper, caressing Greyson's cheek.

"Would you like to release pheromones with me tonight...?"

This sentence was commonly used at pheromone parties. In short, it meant "let's have sex." Usually, they would have sex right there, or find a suitable place. True to the purpose of the party, there were countless places suitable for sex. It shouldn't require much effort, but for some reason, Greyson didn't feel moved.

As he habitually grabbed and kneaded Frankie's buttocks, he suddenly frowned. What would that guy's butt be like?

He was momentarily flustered by the image of the red-haired man that flashed through his mind. Suddenly? Why? Why that guy of all people?

Haa, a sigh escaped involuntarily. The impact of that chest must have been great. That's why that guy wouldn't leave his mind.

But weren't chests everywhere here? Even the cute-faced man in his arms was exposing his chest like this, yet he was ruining this moment because of the chest of a man who wasn't even present.

The reason was obvious. It was the same reason Greyson had deliberately sought out this place.

"Pheromones have built up too much."

"What?"

Frankie asked in puzzlement at Greyson's muttering. Greyson evaded the answer with a bright smile. Frankie, who had glanced sideways, naturally sat astride Greyson's thigh and tilted his head. His tongue touched first, followed by his lips pressing together. Naturally leaving the arms wrapped around his neck, Greyson slipped his hand into Frankie's pants and caressed the bare skin of his buttocks.

Should I just end it here?

He didn't even feel the motivation to move elsewhere. Just lowering the zipper would end everything. It wasn't that difficult. It wasn't like he hadn't done such things before.

But.

Greyson opened his eyes and frowned. Frankie was still focused on the kiss with his eyes closed, but Greyson had already cooled off. No, he hadn't heated up in the first place. Despite the overflowing pheromones, for some reason his lower body remained calm, and he didn't respond at all to Frankie's wholehearted kiss. Rather, his mind was only filled with worries.

Frankie removed his lips and looked at Greyson's face. Looking at the dazed face that seemed ecstatic, Greyson opened his mouth.

"Did you know that among uniforms, firefighter gear is the worst?"

"...What?"

Frankie blinked, not understanding what he had just heard. Greyson muttered with furrowed brows, as if complaining.

"Any uniform looks sexy. The only one that fails at that role is firefighter gear. It's obvious, right? Covering the body so loosely. Even if it's an unavoidable design for its purpose, did it have to be like that? What do you think?"

"...I'm not sure."

Frankie gave an ambiguous answer with an awkward face and quickly tried to return to what they were doing before.

"Rather than that, wouldn't it be better to continue what we were doing? Let's think later, I mean."

As if trying to seduce Greyson again, Frankie kissed various parts of his face. He meaningfully rubbed his buttocks against his thigh, but there was no response from Greyson. Eventually, the discouraged Frankie backed away, bursting out in anger.

"You impotent bastard! Go die!"

Greyson just watched as he shouted with all his might, turned around, and walked away quickly. It was strange. It was just a matter of inserting and ejaculating, an act he had done without any hesitation until now, but why did it feel so tedious?

"Damn it."

Greyson muttered a curse in a low voice and emptied the glass in front of him in one go. The host, who spotted his back as he left his bar stool and walked straight across the hall, shouted in surprise.

"Greyson! Are you leaving already? Greyson, Greyson Miller!"

Though he called out repeatedly, Greyson had already disappeared. The host looked in the direction where Greyson had vanished with a perplexed face, tilting his head.