Kiss the Stranger

“…Yohan, Yohan!”
At the sound of him calling me repeatedly, I opened my eyes to see Kamar’s ashen face looking ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) down at me. Only then did I realize I’d fainted for a moment. The proof that not much time had passed was that the semen Kamar had poured over me still hadn’t dried. Though I hadn’t fully come to my senses, I blinked in confusion, and Kamar finally sighed in relief.
“Thank goodness, I thought you’d died…!”

I thought he could’ve spared the dramatics, and at the same time realized he must’ve been holding himself back. Even though he’d drenched my back in semen, he’d never entered me, and—most tellingly—he’d stopped even though his fully erect shaft was still pressing against me. I felt guilty.
“Sorry… I think I passed out.”
My voice fell away, and Kamar shook his head urgently.

“No, it’s my fault for attacking you like an animal… I was the animal. I’m sorry, Yohan. I should’ve held back, but I lost myself. You’re so small and fragile, and I forgot—or rather, I knew but ignored it. I’m sorry, truly. I’m sorry.”
Hearing him apologize again and again made me feel even more embarrassed. But simply apologizing in return wouldn’t help. Instead, I reached up, cupped his cheeks, and drew him down. I pressed my lips to his, and the stream of apologies stopped.
“It’s okay.”

I smiled.
“It’s okay, Kamar. Really.”
I wrapped my arm around his neck, and his tense, large body relaxed little by little. He turned his head and kissed my cheek, then sighed. His weight pressed over me, but I collected a breath and patted his back. Realizing the situation, Kamar rolled off me and curled around me from the side. His kisses—on my forehead, cheek, nose—lingered on my lips. I closed my eyes and welcomed his gentle tongue. One of his arms stroked my hip, but that was all.
He bit his lower lip softly and held me close. I rested my head against his chest. His heartbeat, somewhat fast but steady, thudded in my ears. A calm settled over me, and I stayed like that for a moment.

Suddenly, I felt stiff all over. Ah, I realized. My body was a mess of sweat and semen.
“What’s wrong?”
Kamar noticed me shifting against him and asked from above. I felt embarrassed, but staying like this wasn’t an option. The fact that we were naked and intertwined occurred to me too. I answered cautiously.

“I think I should wash up.”
At once, Kamar stopped. The hand that had been stroking my hip froze in place. He seemed to think for a moment, then said,
“All right. Rest a bit, then.”

He must be exhausted after coming so many times. I thought so and nodded obediently. As I leaned back, Kamar pressed a kiss to my brow. His arms that held me had strength like always.

Just rest a little, then go wash. Only a little.
And somehow I drifted into a deep sleep. Even then, the warmth and strength of his arms stayed at the edge of my consciousness, and the soft kiss on my head lingered.

A sudden shift and a strong jolt woke me. Kamar’s ragged breathing pounded in my ears.
Haah, haah.
I forced my eyelids open. The first thing I saw was his broad chest. Lifting my gaze, I saw Kamar half-sitting with his eyes open. His pale face told me he’d been dreaming again. Seeing him so ashen, I hurriedly reached out and pulled him close.

“It’s all right, it’s all right. You dreamed again….”
I murmured reassurance and hugged him tight. Kamar, stiff at first, exhaled deeply and returned my embrace. I patted his back for a while before speaking.
“What was your dream this time?”

He paused before answering.
“I don’t remember.”
Perhaps he didn’t want to. Memories, if they return, will come back on their own. I decided not to press him.
“Then just forget it.”

Kamar lay still, ear pressed to my chest. I recalled that newborns calm when placed on a mother’s chest to hear her heartbeat. Embracing him like a child, I felt him tighten his hold, then slowly loosen.
“I don’t want to remember.”
He whispered, sounding like a sigh.

“I don’t want to go back.”
“Don’t be afraid. It’ll be okay.”
I comforted him again, and he murmured in a low voice,

“I want to stay here with you, always.”
Could that be possible?
A daze swept over me. How wonderful it would be if we could stay here alone, just the two of us. Lost in that thought, I felt him nuzzle my chest.

“It tickles.”

I burst out laughing before I realized it, but Kamar didn’t smile. He held me tighter and sniffed me all over, then spoke.
“You smell so good.”

I froze mid-smile. Unaware that my body had stiffened, he buried his nose in my chest and inhaled deeply. My mind emptied, and he continued.
“I’ve thought from time to time that you smelled nice… but today, it’s especially strong. Is it because we did something naughty?”
At his teasing question, I replied in a daze.

“Naughty… thing?”
Was what we did really bad? Had I done something forbidden? Because I’d forgotten I was an omega, was this a divine warning?
“Yohan.”

His voice brought me back. He looked at me earnestly.
“What’s wrong? Do you feel ill?”
I hesitated, unable to answer. He waited silently. Seeing his concerned face, I forced a smile.
“Maybe it’s just the fruit smell? Look—there’s still so much left.”

I pointed to the pile of fruit we’d picked together. He tilted his head, then shook it.
“No, that’s your scent. I’m sure.”
To prove it, he pressed his nose to my chest and inhaled again. I couldn’t deny it.

Surprisingly soon after, Kamar’s breathing evened out and he fell asleep. I couldn’t believe he could sleep so quickly after waking from a nightmare. He held me tight even in sleep, head on my chest, and I gradually relaxed. I didn’t need to confirm what scent he smelled—it had to be my pheromones.
We hadn’t encountered anyone else, and I’d let my guard down since I couldn’t smell Kamar’s scent.
Should I have bought suppressants?

I thought belatedly, but it was too late. The only saving grace was that Kamar was a beta. If he’d been an alpha, he’d have known I was an omega as soon as he smelled me.
‘Saving a life comes with responsibility.’
I recalled my father’s words from childhood and tilted my head to kiss Kamar’s brow. I inhaled softly but smelled nothing. He was definitely a beta.

All right. It’ll be fine.
I comforted myself with conviction. He’d lost his memory, so terms like omega or alpha made no difference. I hoped so, at least. But then another fear struck me.
What would Kamar do when I came into heat?

I was so frightened I forced myself to stop thinking about it. Even if I went into heat, he was a beta, so he wouldn’t be disturbed—yet he could still hate me for it.
Thinking of him hurling insults and curses at me made it hard to breathe. I closed my eyes and held Kamar tight. He smiled at me in his sleep. My eyes stung. Though Kamar fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, I lay awake long after.