The love in the big beauty's heart surged out like a spring, drowning her entire heart, almost drowning him in it.
He went to kiss the boy's eyes.
"Don't hate yourself so much."
He touched the boy's cheek. The skin is no longer smooth. After being beaten many times, it grows back again. There is an inconspicuous scar above the right eye, which is the same color as the skin, and can only be felt when you touch it with your fingers.
The big beauty held his head, let the thin teenager lean on her shoulders, and hugged him in a sheltering and comforting posture.
"You're not dirty." The big beauty told him, "At least in my eyes, you are very innocent."
His voice was very soft: "Just a silly child."
If he earns a living by prostitution, there's no way that only seven people have slept with Omega from the age of fifteen to seventeen when he first became sexually mature, and he couldn't have been beaten when he first met. It looks like that, but there is no plan to use medicine at all.
He was merely sunk in the swamp, entangled in the filthy mud. Even his father ignored him, and I'm afraid no one around him would lend a helping hand to him.
That's why they give up on themselves and feel self-loathing.
The big beauty said: "Cry well, okay? At least in front of me, don't pretend to be yourself, you are very tired and scared, right? Just rest at my house after crying, sleep peacefully, don't worry about it other things."
The boy was choked with tears, unable to say anything.
It may be because of emotional excitement, his pheromone has increased the intensity of secretion again, and his body temperature has also risen. The big beauty seems to be holding a small stove.
The physiological reaction of estrus overwhelmed the effect of the inhibitor, and even made him unconsciously rub against the big beauty's leg. As if ashamed, he didn't even dare to raise his head, and wrapped his two soft arms around the neck of the great beauty tightly, tears streaming down his face.
The big beauty was a little annoyed: "My inhibitor concentration is not high, you wait for me for a while, I went to the nearby support station to buy it again..."
The boy seemed to whimper and nodded, restraining himself and letting go.
The big beauty waited for him to slowly leave his lap and leaned on the sofa before getting up. But after only one step, the boy went back on his word, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said, "Don't go..."
His eyes were red: "Don't leave me."
Big Beauty: "But you're in heat..."
The boy's face was flushed, his eyes were moist, and from the base of his ears to his neck, his skin was full of lustful colors.
But he bit his lip white and tried desperately to endure it.
He opened his mouth and gasped twice: "I can bear it."
The original disguise was completely torn apart, and the exposed filth and disgust were tolerated and forgiven.
At this moment, he is extremely vulnerable, and for the first time he has someone he wants to rely on.
"Don't leave me," he repeated almost supplicatingly.
The big beauty stared at him, sighed helplessly, and finally sat back and hugged his thin shoulders.
After all, the sofa in the living room was not suitable for him to lie on, so the big beauty helped him into her room and lay on the bed. The big beauty helped him take off his shoes, and washed his face with a towel. The boy's estrus symptoms became more severe, and his body was finally dominated, twisting like a little bug.
He gritted his teeth, not asking for help from the beauty, not letting his moans overflow his throat.
The shameless part of the lower body has begun to wriggle and shrink, secreting fluid, and the panties are soaked. He closed his eyes and felt a deep disgust in his heart.
Disgusting this body, disgusting this instinct.
He didn't want to show such an ugly appearance in front of this person...
The big beauty saw his pain and struggle in the bottom of her eyes, and finally climbed into the bed, hugged him and asked, "Is it hard?"
He stubbornly said, "I can bear it..."
The big beauty's hand slid down his spine, slid into his trousers, and touched the already flooded place.
"I'll help you." The big beauty said softly, "Tell me if you hate it, and I won't force you."
His slender fingers reached the entrance and touched it carefully.
The boy trembled all over, but he didn't speak any more. He just hid his head in front of the big beauty's chest as before.
He hated having sex, hated being penetrated, hated the feeling of being dominated by alpha pheromones.
but…
He likes this man.
So the person can do whatever they want.