(BL) Rejected by daughter's second male lead-Chapter 69

Thud!

A sharp, brutal sound, and Gillen’s breath hitched. For a moment, his vision blurred, stars flickering before his eyes. Not from pleasure—but from pain.

"Ugh... hhhagh..."

A searing ache spread through his lower body, like someone had struck him in a vital spot. Yuan seemed to notice the difference in Gillen’s voice and immediately checked his face. Without asking if he was okay, he placed a hand on Gillen’s lower abdomen. The instant white light radiated from his palm, the pain—like getting kicked in the groin—vanished astonishingly fast.

"Huh...?"

"I’m too strong. Sorry about that."

He had cast healing magic effortlessly, then resumed his movements more gently than before. Pleasure now overtook pain, and Yuan seemed—at least a little—to be satisfying his own desire as well. Then another wild thought struck Gillen’s mind.

"W-wait a second!"

"What now?"

Yuan grumbled but immediately stopped again. Gillen inwardly felt pleased. He knew far too well how many people wouldn’t stop when told to.

’Not such a bad guy after all... maybe he could have even been a fit for Cecil. No, that’s not it. What are you thinking, Gillen Blake? The main lead would cry.’

Gillen steadied himself. Cecilia was doing fine with Hexion anyway, and Yuan had already... well, they were still in the middle of it.

"Why are you stopping?"

Lost in thought, Gillen felt Yuan nudge him lightly below, urging an answer. He bit his lip, stifling a moan, and lifted his eyes to meet Yuan’s.

"I have one more suggestion."

"If you mention reduction magic one more time—"

"Not reduction magic! Healing magic!"

Gillen shouted urgently.

"Can you make the healing last longer? Then..."

He swallowed hard. He could hardly believe he was saying this aloud, but it seemed logical—if there was a way, it was worth trying.

"If you do the penetration without causing pain... and you get your own issue sorted out... everyone benefits, right?"

By "issue," he meant climax. Yuan let out a short laugh, incredulous in a completely different way than before.

"Listen, old man. Do you know that most mages spend their entire lives just to get a single chance to use healing magic?"

"You mentioned that last time."

"That’s right. And I’ve emphasized more than once that the fact I can casually cast healing magic is an extraordinary feat."

"You’ve said it plenty already."

"But perhaps my emphasis wasn’t enough? Do I need to tell you that even royalty pays exorbitantly every year to the Mage Tower just for a single healing spell, and that high-ranking nobles sometimes wait months? Will that make it clear?"

Yuan’s tone grew sharper, laced with arrogance and defiance. Gillen forced a laugh.

"Ha! Ha! Of course I know. I’m close to the Emperor and other nobles, too. But that’s talking about other people, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"For other mages, sure. Even if they devote their whole lives, performing healing magic is a monumental achievement they might barely accomplish. But for you... isn’t it a spell you can cast effortlessly, just with a gesture, no incantation needed?"

"...That’s true." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"And as for royalty or other nobles... I don’t even need to mention it. They have no connection to you at all. Meanwhile, I’m in a contract-bound relationship with you, even a magical pact for romance. How could I possibly be paying or waiting like everyone else? Aren’t we... in a relationship that’s a bit more special than that?"

A relationship that’s a bit more special than that...

The phrase echoed in Yuan’s mind, like an enchantment. He wrinkled the bridge of his nose, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Hmph... well, that’s... true. Being bound by a magical contract does make us a bit special."

"See? Now you understand what I mean. I’m not making this suggestion just for my own pleasure. I want to see your... you know."

Gillen spread all ten fingers and pointed at Yuan’s length, resting under his chin. The swollen, veiny, reddened flesh looked as if it were writhing in pain, clearly struggling.

"As the same alpha and a man, it’s hard not to feel for it. I just want you to climax, be satisfied, and find some peace. That’s my biggest concern."

Today, Gillen’s thoughts were quick, and his words flowed effortlessly. If he’d argued with the Viscountess the way he was speaking now, he might have changed her mind.

But that time had passed. His target for persuasion was right in front of him now—Ewan’s cock... no, Yuan himself.

And it wasn’t even a lie. He genuinely appreciated Yuan’s attitude. Given Yuan’s usual independent streak, one might have expected him to act recklessly, even in bed. Yet, surprisingly, he stopped immediately when told to, and didn’t hesitate to cast healing magic if Gillen was in pain. Looking back, even during that last sudden rut, Yuan had done nothing until Gillen specifically asked him to.

In truth, such behaviour was simply basic courtesy, yet it was rare in this world. Normally, if an alpha desired something, an omega had no choice but to comply, even if they were in the middle of something else. This cultural norm was so deeply rooted in the high society of traited individuals that it had spread widely—even betas’ wives were expected to submit to their husbands’ desires. Truly, it was a terrible state of affairs.

’Yuan is definitely different from other alphas.’

From what Gillen knew, the only people in this world conscious of traited individuals’ rights were the heroine Cecilia, the hero Hexion, and their close allies.

Even the original Gillen Blake had only shown a ’devoted father’ side because his daughter was born an omega. Protecting Cecilia, yes—but caring about rights, traited individuals, or child welfare? Not a chance. Overall, the aristocrats of this world were too busy securing their own interests.

Yuan, however, had no prejudices about traits from the start. Perhaps because he had personally developed and studied suppressants, he saw traits simply as human characteristics, never judging others based on them. And he had always disliked the aristocratic class anyway.

Thinking about it, Gillen suddenly realized just how impressive it was that Yuan had attained a marquisate. He had voluntarily stepped into the very society he despised, all for the sake of being a man worthy of Cecilia.

Wait a second... if Yuan went to such lengths, is it really okay for me to be having sex with him now? Even with him using healing magic?

A sudden pang of conscience hit him. He felt a strange solemnity, as if he were doing something wrong. Altering the original story to separate Yuan from Cecilia had been acceptable... but sending him through a rut, and ending up in a contractual romance, even that... well, that might be stretching it.

"Wait... we’re not even in a full rut—just smelling each other’s pheromones—are we really allowed to do this?"

Gillen muttered seriously with a pale face, and Yuan’s expression grew tense.

"What are you talking about, now that we’ve come this far?"

"No... it’s just that. Sure, we’re both stimulated by each other’s pheromones, close to rutting—but it’s not the same as a real rut. We can still talk, and probably won’t stay in this state for days like a real rut. Even so... are we really okay doing this... ’interaction’?"

Realizing Gillen was genuinely concerned, Yuan pressed his lips tightly together, almost beak-like, as if deep in thought. After a moment, he spoke.

"Are you... trying to avoid doing it with me?"

"What?"

"Everything—the shrinking spell, the healing magic, saying it’s strange because it’s not a real rut... it all sounds like excuses to avoid sex."

Gillen was taken aback. Hearing it that way, it really did sound like someone trying to avoid sex at all costs.

But the more astonishing truth was that Gillen’s own intentions were the exact opposite. He had proposed ridiculous solutions like shrinking magic and healing magic precisely because he wanted to have sex with Yuan. It was only when a moment of self-consciousness hit that he hesitated, wondering if he should stop.

"If you don’t want to, just say so. Honestly, as long as it’s not during rut, even if pheromones are acting on us, we could just solve it by masturbating until it’s satisfied. I don’t like forcing someone who says no either."

Yuan released the cross of Gillen’s legs and straightened his body. If Gillen didn’t respond here, the sex would have been over right then. Even so, the two would still remain in a contractual relationship, and Gillen’s deception project would face no obstacles.

"Yuan!"

But Gillen called out to him. And then he said:

"I don’t mind."

He rolled his eyes once, then let out a deep sigh.

"I’m an alpha, and I’m a man. How could I possibly dislike sex itself? Really. I don’t mind... that’s... the problem."

Yuan froze, as if he didn’t know how to react. But Gillen was too conflicted himself to pay much attention to him. With another sigh, Gillen confessed once more.

"You might think that me saying all this sounds like an excuse, or maybe even annoying... but I really do care that you’re twenty years younger than me, that you’re the same gender, and that you’re an alpha. It’s unnatural for alphas to resolve rut with each other, and now it’s not even rut—it’s just arousal causing pheromones to come out. I don’t know why I feel so sexually drawn to you. And, given that we’re in a contractual relationship, I probably shouldn’t feel this way."