Bluebird: Chapter 11

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When Yuu woke up from his nap, Inukai changed his diaper, as the rest of the group returned from the river. The older boys were soaked up to their knees, and Inukai could only guess at what kind of play had left them so wet. Sari, as if she had expected this, grabbed clothes from the car and changed the kids into fresh outfits.

The younger ones, tired from playing, fell asleep again inside the tent. Meanwhile, the four adults gathered under the tarp around the table.

“Isn’t Kawachi-san’s face a little red?” Sari asked, noticing Kawachi’s flushed complexion.

Kawachi laughed awkwardly and touched his cheek. “I just got a little overheated.”

“I’m sorry,” Mizukuchi said, rubbing his temples. “My two little troublemakers kept dragging you into their games. Every time I tried to join in, they ran straight to you instead. I really owe you one.”

“No, no, it was fun! Kids are just so cute, aren’t they? I was an only child, so seeing them all playing together like that makes me feel like I missed out,” Kawachi said with a smile, though his forehead glistened with sweat that streamed down his face.

Inukai watched him carefully. There was something about Kawachi’s demeanor, the warmth in his voice despite his exhaustion, that made his heart flutter.

Why does it hurt so much to see him like this?

It wasn’t just physical tiredness that had him looking this way—it was something more. Something about the way he smiled, the way he interacted with the children. Inukai couldn’t help but wonder... was that the way Kawachi truly felt about their life together?

The silence grew heavy again as the four of them sat there, each lost in their own thoughts, beneath the shade of the tarp.

"I can't stop sweating, so I'm going to wash my face for a bit," Kawachi said and headed toward the river, likely thinking it was closer than the campsite’s sink. Inukai stood still, watching Kawachi's retreating figure, when a sudden realization struck him. This might be the perfect chance.

"Do you mind if I talk to Kawachi-san for a bit?" he asked.

Sari nodded enthusiastically and gave him an encouraging thumbs-up. "I'll watch over Yuu-chan, so go for it," she said, her tone confident and supportive. Even Mizuguchi whispered a quiet, "Good luck," offering his own subtle encouragement. With their support bolstering him, Inukai set off to follow Kawachi. He quickened his pace, but Kawachi’s figure remained out of sight until he reached the riverbank. There, finally, he spotted Kawachi crouched by the water, washing his face.

It was already past 3 PM. Mizuguchi had mentioned earlier that families on day trips would likely begin packing up around this time, and sure enough, there were only a couple of parent-child pairs remaining by the riverbank.

"Kawachi-san," Inukai called out from a small distance away. The sound of splashing water stopped, and Kawachi turned to look at him, his face glistening and wet.

"…Can I talk to you?" Inukai asked hesitantly.

Kawachi straightened and walked toward him, water dripping from his damp bangs. Despite the coolness of the water, a faint flush of heat remained visible on his face.

"What is it?" Kawachi asked curtly.

"I heard from Sari-san that you…" Inukai began.

"That makes things easier," Kawachi interrupted.

What? Before Inukai could process the comment, Kawachi continued, his words cutting like a blade.

"I want a divorce."

The statement hit like a blow. Inukai had seen the divorce papers and, somewhere deep down, had prepared himself for this possibility. Yet hearing the words directly from Kawachi’s mouth was a different kind of violence. It slammed into his mind, shattering his thoughts into chaos.

"Di… divorce…" he stammered.

"You heard from her that I want a divorce, didn’t you?" Kawachi's tone was blunt, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Inukai’s mind raced. This isn’t happening. Why? Why would he say this now?

"Wh-why? Why would you…?" Inukai’s voice cracked under the weight of his desperation.

"Because I have to," Kawachi said flatly, his voice like stone.

"What about Yuu? What about Kouta? And the child you're expecting?!" Inukai blurted out, his words spilling out in a frantic rush.

That’s right—they had children together, children so precious it hurt to look at them. And though it hadn’t been confirmed yet, Inukai was almost certain Kawachi was already pregnant with their third child. The thought was overwhelming.

"Even if we divorce, it won’t change the fact that we’re both their parents," Kawachi said, his tone flat.

"But what about your heat? You can’t suppress it with medication," Inukai pressed, his voice edged with desperation.

"I’ll manage it… with sexual therapy. Using someone else’s sperm."

The words hit Inukai like a crushing blow. He couldn’t process it—his hand went to his forehead, and a disbelieving, shaky laugh escaped his lips. "Wait. What the hell are you talking about? Someone else’s sperm? Do you even realize what you’re saying? You’re my ‘mate.’ You know how it works. If you sleep with anyone else now, your body will reject them. Even if it’s therapy, you’ll end up suffering the rejection before your heat even subsides."

"That’s fine," Kawachi lowered his face, his voice barely above a whisper. “…I don’t want it, either. But… it would hurt less if I did it that way.”

Emotions erupted in Inukai’s chest, a chaotic storm that clouded his thoughts. He couldn’t think—his body moved before his mind caught up. He grabbed Kawachi roughly by the collar, lifting him. Their eyes met. Kawachi’s were drained of light, filled only with exhaustion and resignation.

"If you want to hit me, just do it," Kawachi said softly.

Inukai’s fist clenched tightly, trembling with the force of the emotions surging through him. I love him—I could never hit him. But I want to destroy him, break him into pieces. The thought terrified him. Before he could act on the dark impulse, his fingers released Kawachi, shaking with restraint.

"Do you hate me that much?" Inukai asked, his voice unsteady.

Kawachi hesitated, his lips parting as though to speak. But he said nothing, looking away. "Forget about me. I’m just some unlucky Omega you got tangled up with. Just leave me behind. As long as I have Yuu and Kouta, I’ll be fine."

There it was again—Yuu and Kouta. Kawachi’s voice seemed to ignite a dark, smoldering flame inside Inukai, one that spread through his chest.

"Even if we divorce, I’m not letting you take Yuu and Kouta," Inukai said sharply.

Kawachi’s eyes widened, startled.

"Yuu, Kouta, and the baby you’re carrying are my children. They share my blood, and I’ll be the one to raise them."

"I’m the one who gave birth to them!" Kawachi yelled, clutching his chest as if to shield himself.

"Even so, I’ll get custody. Legally, I have the upper hand. As an Alpha parent with financial stability, the courts will favor me. And once I have custody, the man who selfishly demanded a divorce won’t see them ever again."

"Don’t you dare!" Kawachi spat, his voice raw with anger. "They’re my children!"

"Isn't it true that you never really wanted them? Yuu, Kouta—you only gave birth to the children of a man you don't even love because you had no choice," Inukai said, his voice sharp with bitterness. "But I love those children. I love the baby growing inside you, too. That's why I want to raise them. You can forget about me and the kids, find another man, have his children, and pour all your love into them instead."

Kawachi's lips parted slightly, revealing clenched teeth that trembled uncontrollably.

"…Are you planning to take even more from me?" His voice quivered, barely above a whisper.

"You raped me, stole my chance to be a normal man, and now you want to take my children too? Because of you, my fiancé left me, and I’ll never have the ordinary family I wanted," Kawachi continued, his words shaking with raw pain.

Inukai saw it clearly in Kawachi's eyes—he blamed everything, every misfortune, on him.

"If you go outside during your heat, there’ll be plenty of men who’ll lose control under the pull of your powerful pheromones. They’ll gladly mount you and fill you up," Inukai shot back. "Sure, you'll suffer the agony of rejection, but hey, you'll be able to have as many kids as you want."

"Ugh, ahhh!" Kawachi screamed, his face flushed crimson. He raised his right hand, poised to strike, but just as he swung, his knees buckled. He collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling, unable to stand.

"E-eh… eh…" Kawachi stammered, on all fours and making no move to get up. Suddenly, a familiar, overwhelming scent filled Inukai's nostrils, hitting him like a tidal wave. His head spun, a dizzying warmth spreading through his body.

"This… this smell…" Inukai’s voice trembled as realization dawned. "Could it be… your heat?"

Last month’s heat had resulted in hours of relentless intimacy. He had assumed Kawachi was pregnant after that. But if he wasn’t, and this was happening again now… It had to be true. The lingering blush on Kawachi’s face, which Inukai had attributed to playing with the children, must have been a sign—a warning he hadn’t recognized.

"This can't be happening... not this suddenly…"

Kawachi's expression mirrored disbelief. Inukai suddenly recalled a conversation with Kawachi's primary doctor: "I’ve explained it to him, but there's research suggesting that for Omegas whose suppressants stop working, heat can onset abruptly. Please be mindful of that." The memory hit him too late.

Kawachi’s face glistened with beads of sweat, his shoulders trembling as he hugged himself tightly. The pheromones pouring from his body were so intense they felt as if they could physically stir Inukai's brain. This was beyond managing alone—calling a specialized Omega ambulance seemed to be the only option.

Fortunately, they were in an isolated area. Inukai instinctively reached for his back pocket, but it was empty. The phone… I left it in the tent. Moving Kawachi in this state was risky—given the state Kawachi was in, his pheromones would surely attract Alphas like bees to honey. If I leave him here to fetch the phone…

Then he saw it. A man standing on the riverbank, watching them. A child stood by his side. Though they were about 50 meters (164 ft) away, Inukai could see the man's jaw moving unnaturally. They were upwind—perhaps the scent was already reaching him. If Inukai left Kawachi behind, the inevitable outcome would be…

"No," he muttered under his breath, stepping behind Kawachi and holding him tightly.

"Let me go! I don’t want this!" Kawachi thrashed against him, his voice desperate.

"Do you want to be raped by another man because of your pheromones?!" Inukai snapped, his voice sharp. That seemed to quiet him.

Inukai quickly moved them away from the riverbank and into a cluster of nearby trees. The area was shaded and dim, with only ankle-high grass beneath their feet. Tall trees blocked the wind, making the space feel enclosed—a good spot to minimize pheromone dispersal.

Inukai laid Kawachi at the base of a large tree. The Omega was exuding pheromones at a shocking intensity, as though his body had been set ablaze. Even without visible trails, it felt like the air was thick with it. Kawachi’s cheeks, his fingertips—they were flushed, as though he had just stepped out of a hot bath and his trembling frame radiated an unmistakable allure, the kind that would drive any Alpha insane.

Even Inukai, bonded to Kawachi, felt the primal urge surging through him. Every instinct screamed to claim the trembling man right there. He clenched his fists to suppress the overwhelming desire.

Kawachi noticed the change, his tear-streaked face turning toward Inukai with a trembling plea. "I don’t want this… I don’t…"

The raw vulnerability in Kawachi’s voice struck deep, yet it only added to the torment. Why does it always come to this? Inukai thought bitterly. He forced himself to smother every trace of emotion.

"Then do you want to die?" His voice sounded as dry and brittle as he felt inside.

"I… I don’t want to die," Kawachi whispered, barely audible.

So you don’t want to do it, but you don’t want to die either? The contradiction grated against him.

"Then I’ll bring another man here," Inukai said coldly, the words spat out as a taunt.

As expected, Kawachi shook his head violently, his whole body trembling.

"If it’s someone else, the child won’t be mine. Do whatever you want with it—raise it, abandon it—I don’t care," Inukai added cruelly, hurling the words like daggers.

He suggested another man, but Inukai's thoughts were consumed with the idea of taking Kawachi himself. Stripping him bare, forcing him into humiliating positions, and driving into that sinful, enticing body—anger, hatred, every raw emotion pouring into him, leaving Kawachi pregnant and tormented. The thought clawed at him, leaving his throat parched. Though the outdoor air offered some relief from the suffocating pheromones, he could feel his reason slipping. It won't be long now.

There was no point in repeating the same cycle. Kawachi would regret it later, even if heat provided the justification. And because Inukai loved him, it would hurt. That’s why I’ve decided.

Inukai removed the shoelaces from his sneakers and the wallet chain attached to the belt loops of his jeans. He approached a sapling behind Kawachi, its trunk no more than 20 cm (8 in) in diameter, and positioned it behind his own back. Wrapping the chain around his wrists, he tied it off with the shoelaces threaded through the chain for extra security. Since his hands were restrained behind him, he had no way to undo the makeshift handcuffs.

"What… what are you… doing?" Kawachi asked, his face flushed with heat, his words shaky.

“I’m not going to help you, and I’m not going to violate you either. I won’t interfere with your life anymore. I won’t do anything. I won’t take responsibility,” Inukai said, his voice harsh and bitter, even as his mind churned with overwhelming desire.

Even if every instinct screamed to possess him, even if every fiber of his being ached for Kawachi… it was the only way.

"If you want to die, then go ahead and die. If you want to live, you should get out on the road. That way, someone passing by will catch the scent of your pheromones, violate you, and free you from your heat cycle while making you suffer."

Kawachi glared at him with eyes full of hatred, standing up shakily. He managed to stagger a few steps, but then collapsed right where he was. His legs could hardly support him.

Kawachi, who had been sitting, crawled toward him on all fours. The suffocating scent of pheromones made Inukai cough violently, struggling to breathe.

Kawachi panted, haah, haah... his heavy breaths filling the air. Even through the fabric, it was clear that Inukai’s crotch was visibly erect, and Kawachi’s gaze was fixed intently on it.

"Is this what you want?"

Kawachi's eyes were full of desire, yet he didn’t respond.

“If I put it in, you’ll get pregnant. You don’t want my child, right?”

Kawachi turned his gaze away from Inukai’s crotch, his head lowering as he curled up. His body trembled uncontrollably, shivering with each movement. Haah, haah—the breaths, ragged and erratic, filled the air, leaving it thick with tension, and it was hard to tell whose they were.

"You hate sex with me, you don't want my child, yet you want my penis. Doesn’t that seem contradictory? You really are an Omega—a shameless man."

He threw the harsh words deliberately, fully aware of the cruelty in his tone. Kawachi remained face down, silent, and Inukai couldn't even tell if he had heard him.

"Uwaaaahhh!"

Suddenly, Kawachi cried out and fell onto his back. His face was flushed bright red as he pressed his hand to his chest, rolling back and forth in agony.

Watching him suffer like this was painful… I want to help him, I want to save him, yet somehow, a contradictory thought crept in—he should suffer more.

After writhing in agony for a while, Kawachi collapsed back onto his stomach. His breathing was ragged as he slowly pushed himself halfway up, his entire body trembling. With shaky hands, he unfastened the rivets on his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and slid both his pants and underwear off in one motion.

Though his penis hung limp, thick fluid leaked from between his legs, glistening as it dripped onto the grass. The exposed skin of his lower half radiated a scent so overpowering that it made Inukai feel light-headed. The pheromones were stifling, thick enough to choke on.

Kawachi leaned toward Inukai’s crotch, inhaling deeply through his nose. That single breath caused his previously limp member to swell until it pointed almost to his stomach. Without hesitation, Kawachi reached down, sliding his hand between his thighs to where his body craved to be penetrated by a man. He pushed his fingers inside himself, moving them with loud, wet noises as he vigorously worked them in and out.

And yet, Inukai watched the scene with an eerie calm. He had expected his reason to be shattered by the sheer intensity of Kawachi’s pheromones, for the simple restraints binding him to be torn apart as he lost control and threw himself at the man. But his thoughts remained clear.

It’s the anger, he realized. The searing rage he felt toward Kawachi was the only thing anchoring him, the only thing stopping him from succumbing to primal instinct.

Unable to endure any longer, Kawachi stopped pleasuring himself and, with fingers slick from his own fluids, pulled down the zipper of Inukai’s pants. With just a slight tug on his underwear, the excitement stoked by Kawachi’s pheromones caused Inukai’s arousal to spring free with force.

Faced with the rigid, swollen sight before him, Kawachi audibly gulped. Then, without a hint of shame—even in front of the man he hated most—he spread his legs wide and straddled Inukai’s arched erection.

There, in the open air, with his exposed, erect lower half on display, Kawachi positioned himself to take Inukai’s penis into his body.

But just as Kawachi’s body came close to touching Inukai’s arousal, he panicked and raised his hips—only to lower them again moments later, repeating the motion. A man who had only ever experienced sex as something forcibly taken from him now hesitated to initiate it himself.

He slid off Inukai’s lap and moved behind a nearby tree. Kawachi began fumbling with the chain binding Inukai’s arms and the ropes wrapped around it, trying to untangle them. As he worked, frustration flared within him. Again… he’s trying to pin this on someone else, Inukai realized, and the thought filled him with irritation.

When the ropes wouldn’t come undone, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it, damn it," muttering the words over and over. Eventually, as if giving up, he returned to Inukai and straddled him once more. Slowly, he began lowering his hips again, inching downward. The tip brushed against him, and it was nearly inside when Inukai deliberately twisted his hips at the last moment. It didn’t enter.

A faint, pathetic sound escaped Kawachi’s lips—"Ah"—as his face twisted with a mix of frustration and shame. He writhed, attempting to angle himself so that it would finally go in, only to Inukai pull away again, evading the penetration once more.

"Ugh… don't move…"

Kawachi growled in a low voice.

"I don’t want to let you put it in. That’s why…"

His hand gripped the base of Inukai’s penis tightly, pressing down with surprising force. The strength of his grip made Inukai freeze in shock, and in that instant, Kawachi dropped his hips forcefully, with a wet, sinking motion, he took it in completely.

"Ahhh!" Kawachi gasped loudly.

The connection between them sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Inukai, almost dizzying in its intensity. It felt like heaven—so much so that it was infuriating. Watching Kawachi gasp and writhe in pleasure, even from his own body, filled Inukai with a seething anger.

"How does it feel to taste the cock of a man you hate?"

The taunt was followed by a deliberate upward thrust of his hips. Kawachi’s wanton body responded instinctively, arching backward with a cry of "Ahhh!" spilling from his lips, the sound dripping with helpless ecstasy.

"You hate being taken by a man, don’t you? So why are you straddling one and moving your hips like this? You shameless creature."

Even as he was ridiculed, Kawachi didn’t pull away. Instead, he rocked his hips with deliberate movements. To mate with a bonded partner during heat—I never thought there’d come a day when disgust outweighed the excitement.

Hatred boiled within him, raw and absolute. I despise him. I truly despise him. And yet, here I am, forcing myself to mount a man I loathe, prepared to conceive, just to survive.

Kawachi pressed against Inukai with his whole body, his actions betraying his own desire even as he sniffled and muttered, "I hate this."

"...I don’t want to do this," Kawachi sobbed as he twisted his hips in every direction.

Then just stop and get off, came the unspoken thought, bitter and desperate enough to make even Inukai feel like crying.

"I don’t want to feel good. This isn’t the real me."

The overwhelming stimulation threatened to push Inukai to climax, but he clenched his lower abdomen tightly, holding it back. Without release, the heat wouldn’t subside. Conversely, until he did, Kawachi would remain bound in this loathsome union, tied to a man he detested.

If Kawachi didn’t find release, he’d be stuck like this—forced to keep moving his hips, endlessly swallowing the thing he abhorred. It was unbearable for him, but for Inukai, it was starting to feel like a form of revenge.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh!"

Kawachi’s body convulsed inside, trembling uncontrollably with spasms. He struggled desperately to hold back his climax, barely managing to suppress it. Meanwhile, his own release came in sharp bursts, spraying semen from the tip of his penis and soiling Inukai’s shirt.

Panting heavily, Kawachi’s shoulders heaved as he caught his breath. But even during that brief moment of rest, his previously spent penis began to harden and angle upward again. The relentless sexual drive of an Omega in heat was overwhelming.

This time, Kawachi moved his hips with vigorous, almost frantic, up-and-down motions. Perhaps he was imagining the sensation of being thrust into, the image driving his actions.

"...It hurts," Kawachi murmured quietly, almost as if speaking to himself.

"My chest hurts... it hurts so much..."

Kawachi grabbed the shirt he was wearing and yanked it hard from both sides. The fabric tore, buttons scattering across the floor. His now-exposed chest revealed nipples swollen to the point of bursting.

Kneeling and swaying his hips up and down, Kawachi pinched both nipples between his fingers. The action caused milk to spray out in a forceful stream, splashing against Inukai’s face with a wet smack.

As waves of pleasure consumed him, fluids poured from his body—his ass, his penis, his nipples—all at once. His mouth hung open in a slack, unseemly expression, a far cry from the masculine composure he had once displayed while pitching a tent.

Now, what remained was nothing but a shamefully debauched, utterly obscene male Omega.

“…Hurry up,” Kawachi muttered, his bloodshot eyes blazing.

“Hurry and let it out. Inside me, hurry, hurry!”

Shouting, Kawachi grabbed Inukai’s head, pulling it close. His still-swollen nipples pressed against Inukai’s face. Irritated, Inukai lightly grazed the right nipple with his teeth, and immediately, a warm liquid burst into his mouth in a rush.

“Aahhh… ahhhhnn…”

Kawachi’s insides clenched around him so tightly it almost hurt. Inukai let go of the nipple he’d been sucking on.

“Why are you reacting to your nipples like a woman?”

Panting, Kawachi’s jaw trembled as he gasped for breath.

“Do you feel it like this even when feeding a baby? You pervert.”

When Kawachi pressed his other nipple against him and Inukai ignored it, he heard a faint, “…Suck it…”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“S-suck it…”

Kawachi’s eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed over as though drunk.

“What should I suck?”

“…My nipple.”

“A man asking someone to suck his nipple—isn’t that embarrassing?”

“P-please…”

“Does it really feel that good?”

Kawachi didn’t answer. He was too overwhelmed by pleasure. Irritated, Inukai bit down on Kawachi’s left nipple.

“Hiieee!” Kawachi screamed as the taste of milk and blood filled Inukai’s mouth. At the same time, Kawachi’s body tightened unbearably around him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer—he came.

In that instant, Kawachi’s body softened, his tension melting away. The suffocating pheromones that had filled the air dissipated like a mist, thinning rapidly. Kawachi’s body, drained of strength, slumped against Inukai. While the effects weren’t entirely gone, the atmosphere had improved considerably.

Inukai applied slight force to his hands and snapped the wallet chain binding them apart with ease.

He then gave Kawachi’s limp body a light shove, sending him rolling onto his back. Their connection slipped free with a wet sound as Kawachi flopped over ungracefully, resembling a frog sprawled on its back.

Grabbing Kawachi’s right leg, Inukai yanked him closer and shoved his fingers into the still-gaping entrance. Without care, he began scooping out the fluids he’d shot inside.

“Eek! Stop, no!” Kawachi protested.

When he tried to press his thighs together, Inukai slapped them roughly. Kawachi flinched, trembling—whether from pain or shock was unclear.

“You don’t want to carry my child, right? Even so, this is better than doing nothing,” Inukai said coldly.

“J-just stop it already!” Kawachi shouted, flailing his legs. His right heel struck Inukai’s jaw, causing him to release his grip in surprise. Kawachi quickly curled into a ball, clutching his stomach, shoulders trembling slightly.

He says he doesn’t want to get pregnant with my child, doesn’t want to give birth. And yet, even though the worst of his heat has passed, he won’t let me help prevent it by removing my semen. He could just go to the hospital and undergo sex therapy with another donor, but…

Everything about this man is riddled with contradictions. He rejects me, yet reaches out for me. Says he doesn’t want it or needs it, but clearly desires it. What is he thinking? What does he want? What is he trying to do? Inukai couldn’t make sense of it, and it was dragging his own emotions into a tangled mess.

He sighed and reached out, wrapping his arms around Kawachi’s waist, lifting his prone body from the ground.

“Stop it!”

Startled, Kawachi extended his arms and legs, but Inukai pinned him back down onto the grass and forcefully entered him from behind.

“Ahhh!”

Inukai leaned over him, moving his hips rhythmically.

“I’m going to put my sperm inside you now. If you don’t want it, resist,” he whispered near Kawachi’s ear.

The resistance was half-hearted, weak. Inukai climaxed, releasing inside him, fully intending to impregnate him. Then, he collapsed on top of Kawachi, both of them lying in disarray. 

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