His panicked movements caught Ai Mo’s attention, who quickly ceased covering the hole with soil, rushing towards the poolside. He intended to extend a hand to pull Ye Sang out, but Ye Sang, resembling a startled cat, leaped onto him as soon as he approached, clutching tightly onto his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, trembling uncontrollably.
“What are you doing, get down!” Ai Mo barked impatiently, grabbing Ye Sang’s neck to pull him down. However, Ye Sang clung to him desperately, shaking his head vigorously. “No, no, there’s a big snake, I don’t want to come down!”
As Ye Sang cried out, he held onto Ai Mo even tighter, pressing his head against Ai Mo’s neck. The dampness emanating from Ye Sang’s skin carried a sweet honey scent, mixed with the intoxicating fragrance of Omega’s pheromones, which instantly heated up Ai Mo’s brain, leaving him momentarily unable to focus. He remained stiff, held tightly by Ye Sang.
Ai Mo, since his sexual differentiation, regularly took powerful suppressants and never had any contact with omegas, as if deliberately suppressing his instincts. His understanding of omegas mostly came from textbook learning.
── Words on paper were one thing, but the scent and warmth in his arms were another!
He knew that omegas, regardless of gender, were delicate and soft-bodied, but he didn’t expect this intoxicating fragrance that left even his usually calm and composed self breathless.
His gaze shifted slightly, and the delicate and beautiful pink earlobes of the omega came into view. Ye Sang’s skin was so fair it was almost transparent; the translucent ears even showed the distribution of blood vessels, gleaming with a pink crystal-like luster. A droplet of water hung on his round and petite earlobe, resembling a glistening teardrop.
Ai Mo’s gaze couldn’t help but follow the slowly dripping droplet of water, falling onto the omega’s gracefully curved neck. The long, slender nape emitted the richest fragrance, warm, sweet, and tempting primal desires, attempting to consume his most cherished erudition and force him back into a primal beast, driven solely by instinct…
“Is the snake gone…” Ye Sang buried his face against Ai Mo’s neck, his voice trembling uncontrollably, this fear and helplessness seemed to trigger a strange impulse within Ai Mo’s body.
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“Mm…” In truth, he didn’t hear what Ye Sang was saying, just subconsciously emitting a muffled hum.
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He collected himself, only to realize that his hands were already supporting Ye Sang’s buttcheeks.
“Hey, you really have a strong grip. My butt must be all red from your pinching,” Ye Sang’s hands firmly hooked around his neck, lifting his gaze to look at him with a smile. In those moist and bright eyes, reflected Ai Mo’s somewhat confused and infatuated eyes.
“Sorry for calling you an iceberg.”
Before Ai Mo could respond, Ye Sang, with his legs wrapped around his waist, intentionally arched his back a few times, pressing against his ear and whispered softly, “Because you’re an ice popsicle.”
The suggestive and teasing implication of the damp heat of the other’s thighs rubbing against the lower abdomen was thick, leaving Ai Mo, who adhered to abstinence, feeling ashamed to the point of wanting to die, his mind on the verge of exploding.
Seeing his delayed response, Ye Sang’s beautiful face bore a mischievous smile, Ai Mo couldn’t tell whether it was the influence of his pheromones that caused his desire to surge, or if it was simply Ye Sang’s nature to enjoy mischief. Ai Mo smelled an even stronger scent of honey, feeling a thunderous roar in his mind, and his lower body seemed to stiffen even more.
“Hey, ice popsicle, what’s that scent on you? It’s not cedar… What could it be…”
Drenched all over, Ye Sang nestled against him like a koala, softly murmuring, burying his nose in Ai Mo’s neck, sniffing carefully, like a spoiled little kitten.
His supple body, rich aroma, and seductive voice all tantalized Ai Mo, who was on the verge of losing control. He involuntarily tilted his head, slowly pressing against that fragrant neck. He opened his eyes slightly, and a faint kiss mark appeared before him.
This mark was like a wake-up call, instantly awakening him—they were just influencing each other, they shouldn’t be doing this!
After a long period of repression and disciplined training, Ai Mo took a few deep breaths, slowly coming back to his senses from the emotional surge. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the sexy creature squirming in his arms, and threw him back into the small pool.
With Ye Sang’s screams and a loud splash, the imminent disaster was narrowly avoided, and the situation was brought to an abrupt end.
“Cough… Ai Mo, you bastard! Why did you throw me into the water again?”
Ye Sang stood up from the water, angrily shouting. Due to his unpreparedness, he swallowed several mouthfuls of water, looking more like a bedraggled chicken than a graceful beauty emerging from the water.
To cover the embarrassment of his lower body, Ai Mo deliberately turned away to pick up his harpoon, saying coldly, “There’s no snake in the water anymore. You can wash yourself a few more times—remember the way back to the beach. I’m going back first.” With that, he picked up the bag filled with fruits and vegetables and walked away.
“Shit, can’t take a joke, huh? Ice-cold! Big iceberg!”
Ye Sang watched the man’s quick departure with a stream of curses in his mouth, but the lingering warmth from the earlier ambiguous atmosphere kept his body temperature high.
Shit, so clueless… If it weren’t for you being the only one on this island, who would care about your sexual coldness!
Ye Sang thought indignantly. He lowered his head to look at the water’s surface, only to find his face unexpectedly flushed, with a hint of spring in the corners of his eyes. This infuriated him, and he vigorously stirred the reflection on the water’s surface, as if trying to escape from his own pathetic appearance of longing for something unattainable.
After the recent incident, when he saw Ye Sang return to the beach, Ai Mo’s face flashed a hint of discomfort. He quickly averted his gaze, then turned his back to Ye Sang, took off his shirt, and hung it on a nearby rock.
“Your clothes are soaked. Here, take this,” the man said, not waiting for Ye Sang’s response, before grabbing his spear and heading towards the shallows.
Author’s Note:
Even though Sang Sang is very provocative, our pure-hearted Mo-ge still got charmed. Being beautiful is truly wonderful, hahaha~
Mo: …Um, fragrant. (Blushing)
Sang: I told you, no man can escape from the palm of my hand! ↑_(ΦwΦ;)Ψ
Thank you for the chapter❤
Wish you luck, Ai Mo😅
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Ai Mo’s willpower is already super strong 😅 We can’t blame him if he finally give in on the succeeding chapters 🤣
Hoohhoho this is so exciting!
Thanks for the chapters 🥰❤️
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