A NIGHT WITH A MALE PROSTITUTE

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DO NOT HURRY TO DRESS YOURSELF

Ryo could feel the soft bed under his skin, but the familiar scent of his room was foreign. He slightly opened his drowsy eyes and realized that he was not in his room.

And jolted up.

“Ah?”

He grunted in pain when he felt his waist, like an old man's, breaking and his hole soaring; he couldn't understand at first why it was hurting, and when he glanced to the left, he was completely awakened but more likely shaken.

“This can't be.” It was a voiceless doubt of affirmation.

Because what was in front of him was an Alpha, a total stranger that he had never met before.

The exhausted, innocent look of the Alpha, who seems to be sleeping peacefully in line with his sight and two strong arms still wrapped around his tiny waist.

It wasn't shyness or bashfulness that made Ryo red.

But it was the unmatched anger; his cheeks quickly heated up in turbulence, remembering the sole reason for his painful bottom.

Ryo flinched at the thought, as if he could still feel the hard length inside him reaching the deepest of his stomach, ramming crazy like there was no tomorrow.

“Pak”

Ryo slapped himself to get rid of those weird, unwanted memories; he had no time for reminiscing.

And with that, he left the Alpha's gentle embrace abruptly, but his legs betrayed his will before he could ever make a stand.

Thud.

“Ah!” he groans.

“Shit!” and cursed.

He winced at the electrifying pain after falling down the bed without any strength left to steady his existence.

Ryo doesn't want to stay any longer in that shameful state, or he will go crazy because all the blanket goes with his fall, and his eyes are graced by such taunting abs.

So he endured the pain and shakiness of his legs, like Rain, rain, go away, and dragged himself limping to get a shower, the coldest the better.

Inside the shower, he saw how the blood of his purity dried between his legs and how his porcelain body became a sea of hickeys.

“Damn it!”

Like a cinema, last night's event came back to him piece by piece vividly, stabbing him alive, undead.

The main reason is not just for his cheeks, but also for his head to boil.

“Sachin!”

The root of everything, the reason he chose to be cradled by alcohol, and why he was inside a hotel with a stranger.

He didn't know where his traitorous best friend picked up the Alpha to ruin the last string of relationships he had with his now ex-boyfriend.

“My virginity, is it? It's gone.”

He punches the wall and raises his head. Virginity is the most important treasure to secure a happy marriage and a harmonious relationship; losing it recklessly means humiliation and dishonor not just to the family but to your existence.

And without the glory of losing one's purity decently, you'll be the laughingstock of the society, totally worthless.

Moreover, losing purity outside marriage will give any ABO hardships. Unable to maintain a good life without getting back on two feet.

Ryo was out of the shower, dazed; he was tearing, wrapped in a robe, and he suddenly forgot that he was not alone and not inside his own home.

Slumping down on the floor like the whole world was jesting at him.

He hugged himself; he couldn't accept the fact that the virginity he was guarding for so long.

That he's ready to give up on the day he will get married to Carlson was gone because of Sachin's treacherous actions.

“Are you awake? The floor is cold.”

Ryo looked up, and only then did he realize his current situation; he wiped his tears and got up, getting back all the strength he had lost from the hot fight he had been through last night.

“Shut up!”

Ryo screamed at him. Furthermore, the Alpha wasn't ashamed of showing off his perfect body, and that length was still huge even without getting an erection.

“Am I just concerned?”

Iro smiled amicably, but it was utterly disgusting to Ryo's eyes.

He couldn't ignore the way Iro stared at him, as if he were insulting him because of the funny look he had seen, which was Ryo slumping on the floor, hopeless.

“Rapist! You take advantage of my vulnerable state! I'll report you! Dirty Prostitute! ”

Without thinking, Ryo lashed out angrily, throwing the blanket on the floor at Iro's face. The perfect body was not helping his second gender; it was honest compared to his rage.

“Do not hurry to dress yourself; that body I've seen it all. Touch it and make love to it.”

“Bastard, jerk! Rapist! ”

Ryo scowled at him again and threw the bathrobe at his face; that smile was too insulting to see.

Iro was amazed to see the red face of the Omega he accidentally touched last night.

Maybe, if he hadn't drunk that wine his friend offered him, he probably wouldn't be able to do that, the deed.

Because all he hates is any kind of Omega's touch, he hates the scent of lusty pheromones.

Everyone even made a bet for him last night that he would never get hard even if he was highly intoxicated by an aphrodisiac, but last night, his body reacted differently, more than how the drug could control him.

More to say, the aphrodisiac didn't even have any effect on him at the start, or rather it was too late to kick in, which made the bed dance for more than twelve hours in a row.

He was wide awake throughout and didn't even want to stop, if it weren't for Ryo passing out first from exhaustion.

Iro wanted to possess everything the Omega had and hide him where only he could see.

He glanced next to him and saw the bloodstains on the bed; it was too much, and he felt ashamed of himself.

“Did I really force myself on him?” He asked without voicing it.