NSFW content warning! This chapter contains elements of: panic attacks, problematic breakdowns, hints of induced dubcon (though not entirely escalated, and with complicated feelings from both parties)!
Another ripple of heat and Noah plummets downward, his head dropping onto the colonel’s neck. Yang Rong feels every shaky breath, every small shudder that racks through the younger man’s body. The proximity hides none of his weakness.
Beads of sweat trickle down his temple, rolling down the side of his flushed cheeks. Noah is shirtless and clinging onto him in utter desperation – it is only with sharp inhales that Yang Rong remains conscious. His senses are overtaken by pure vanilla and all he hears are Noah’s soft moans. Honeylike in timbre, enough to drive him insane.
He isn’t one to stop him, however, nor does Yang Rong think he’d ever push the younger man away – not even when Noah is straddling him in a death lock, gripping onto his shoulder so hard it’d leave marks on already-torn skin. The wound – the bullet hole – in his deltoid is trivial when Noah is letting out such pained sounds.
Yang Rong isn’t knowledgeable of omega heats in the slightest, but one glimpse at Noah’s half-parted lips, scrunched-up eyes, quivering lashes, his face damp from sweat and brimming tears… the sight is enough to send the colonel into delirium as well.
He brushes away a lock of silver hair and leans to trail more kisses on Noah’s forehead – softly, because Yang Rong is deathly afraid he’d break in his grasps.
“Shh…” he murmurs, hoping by any sort of miracle that Noah would be coherent enough to listen. “Hold still… Kitten—little fox, take deep breaths, hmm? Rong-ge is here.”
Noah is kept steady against him, their bodies plastered together, their sweat-slicked skin glistened in amber. The lighting does little to hide the scars and imperfections on both their figures – belatedly, Yang Rong thinks that Noah bears more injuries than he. Countless marks, faded yet visible, mar the entirety of the younger man’s torso, abdominal, everywhere. Still, Yang Rong finds him just as breathtaking.
Noah, gone in lust, rolls his hips downward, brushing against the colonel’s hardening erection. Yang Rong hisses, holding him in place. It is a rare moment when he despises his alpha physiology, when biology prevents him from thinking clearly, when instinct preens for him to push Noah down and break him underneath.
“Yang Rong,” Noah chokes out – needily, his voice dripping of arousal. “Yang Rong… I need…”
Each inhale has a hint of mint and addicting floral – it peaks when Noah kisses him again, and then all that Yang Rong registers is pure heat. He slides his hand down the curve of Noah’s back, reveling in the way the younger man leans into the touch. Noah’s waistband is tugged down with zero resistance, and Yang Rong is hardly aware of his own actions.
His fingers are immediately coated in slick and he roughly thrusts upward, inserting two at once. Noah jolts and lets out a stuttered moan, his pupils constricting into blurred vertical lines – and Yang Rong, led absolutely feral, drinks up every sound he makes. He licks the beauty mark below his mouth, bites his lips just short of drawing blood, intent on leaving his marks.
With every curl of his fingers, Noah jerks forward, holding onto him for balance, gasping words he can’t hear. Yang Rong thrusts in more aggressively and the glide is only eased by the fluids oozing out of Noah’s entrance. A third calloused finger shoves in without warning, and the young man almost collapses in pain. Yang Rong, driven by a primal ache, moves even faster. His cock throbs heatedly inside his pants, straining against the soaked fabric.
Noah is arched prettily in front of him, his knees parted, his body flushed and aroused – Yang Rong is spurred to defile him more. He bites on a rosy nipple, tugging and teasing it between his teeth. The sounds are obscene – wet squelches, choked moans, pretty gasps that are narcotics to his ears. Yang Rong prods his fingers deeper, stretching the omega beyond capability, and the fourth digit circling Noah’s rim elicits a wrecked sob.
“Nn…!”
Unbeknownst to Yang Rong, the young man is clinging on in desperation, his entire frame shaking in overstimulation, his eyes twisted in pain. Noah is never this fragile – not like this, when the colors of his irises are lightened to an off-putting, ashen shade, when his flushed cheeks don’t mask the fear in his eyes.
Slender fingers clasp onto the colonel’s dog tag, pulling the chain so hard it snaps. The beads clatter incessantly onto the floor and the aluminum tag clinks twice before dropping flat.
“—Colonel,” Noah whimpers by his ears. “Colonel Yang, it—ngh—hurts…”
It is all that’s needed to rip Yang Rong out of reverie, his own dark eyes diluting back to an emerald green, the force of his actions throwing him in total angst. He immediately removes his fingers, tries to ignore the pink trails of fluid – whether it be his blood or Noah’s – and shrinks back as much as he can. Not much, unfortunately, when Noah is still clinging on tight.
The younger man buckles at the sudden loss of warmth, the tears streaming down painfully slowly on his porcelain cheeks, and as for Yang Rong… he is hit with infinite sharp pangs of guilt and distress, so much that he remains rooted in position. He breathes heavily in the aftermath, unable (unwilling) to make another move.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Colonel,” he rasps out again, fully muddled. “Colonel, I—need you—”
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“…It is cold.” Noah speaks in soft sobs, and no weakness is hidden from Yang Rong. “I am so cold, Colonel Yang.”
With a shuddering exhale, Yang Rong pulls him in and hugs him close – so close there leaves no room for air. Perhaps then, Noah would stop shivering.
“Little fox… do not cry.” Yang Rong rubs soothing motions on his back, his side, hoping to distract him from certain pain. “I don’t know what to do when you cry. Please do not cry… Your Rong-ge will clean you up, tend to your wound. Rong-ge will send you back wherever you wish, let you roam… Little fox, you will be free.”
There’s a flash of hurt in Noah’s eyes, overtaken only by a violent need, his heat surging again at full force, the pheromones permeating the air. Noah’s head is bowed low, obscured by some wispy strands of silver, shimmered by low light. He tries to grind himself downward again, but his body suffers from backlash, his abdomen giving out in overexertion.
Yang Rong is tormented by the small gasps that leave his mouth – “Colonel,” Noah begs for him (truthfully, Yang Rong despises the title more and more), “please.”
He is thrown into utter turmoil. Still, he appeases Noah. Yang Rong brushes his lips against the younger man’s ears, whispers some words that may as well be white noise – “I’m sorry, Noah,” he tries to say. In futility of course, for he’d apologized enough but he’d also fucked up many times more.
He drags a hand down Noah’s stomach, traces over lean muscle, raw scabs, pretty contours. Noah leans so eagerly into his touch and the thought is heart wrenching – because Colonel Yang, for all his foolishness, is wholly aware that Noah is in no way in love with him.
It is reliance, bordering fear when Noah bucks against his hold, gasping incoherently – the sounds are soft and airy, too hypnotic to be legal, and Yang Rong is driven insane. Noah is so vulnerable with his damp skin, translucent eyes, slightly parted lips (there is a small canine fang that peeks out and it’s nothing short of beautiful). Another low, unsteady sigh and Yang Rong dips his hand under the soft fabric of Noah’s sweatpants (loose and very easily pulled down his hips).
Noah jolts again, letting out quiet moans and equally as shaky exhales, his slender fingers clutching onto the colonel’s half-ripped shirt. Yang Rong touches him gently – or as gently as inebriation allows him, though his own growing, throbbing erection is chaffing along the curve of Noah’s body. Noah is positively dribbling with precum and Yang Rong appeases him all too well, sliding a calloused palm along his shaft, whispering words of cajole.
“Shh…” Yang Rong coaxes, locking him so he can’t move, so he can’t agitate his wound any further. “Rong-ge will take care of you… Do not move, hmm?”
Even soft and careful strokes bring about mini fits of panic, Noah shuddering to fight the extent of his heat, yet begging Yang Rong for more. The young man chokes out not his name but his title – “Colonel,” the sound of it travels painfully, throwing him into infinite loops. Noah twitches in his grip, pants heavily against his neck.
Yang Rong quickens the pace, slides more roughly, murmurs for him to finish – “Noah,” he kisses the tip of his ears, “it is alright.”
The young man is tinged in lust, every part of him flushed and bared for Yang Rong to see. Obscene squelches, labored breaths, broken moans fill the living room even as Noah tries to stifle them – it seems, after all, he still has a sliver of consciousness.
“—More,” he rasps out, forcing their mouths together in urgency. His fangs prick the bottom of Yang Rong’s lips – Noah only licks up the small dribbles of blood. Yang Rong reciprocates in kind, guiding him forward, jerking him as intensely as he could take. Noah climaxes with a shudder, spilling hotly on his palm, staining their clothes in between. And in disorientation, he moans out in between sobs, “…Colonel Yang… I, ngh, need more—”
Yang Rong pumps him dry, tending to his every unspoken need, trailing kisses down his sensitive, flushed neck – but never going further to mark him. Yang Rong thinks it is better that, at this angle, Noah’s tear-streaked face is hidden from view, covered by the wispy strands of his hair.
Perhaps if he tilts just a tad closer, he’d be able to see the fear in Noah’s eyes – scared and submissive, on the verge of another panic attack. And again, Yang Rong is very well aware that Noah is only latching onto him out of pure desperation.
He drops another kiss on the nape of Noah’s neck and corrects softly, “It is Yang Rong.”
As expected, when Noah recovers slightly from overstimulation, he looks at him in fear and another more heart-wrenching emotion. Still quivering in excess, the (beautiful) young man blinks several times, tries to reset back to alacrity but to no avail. His pupils are vertically blurred. The flush on his cheeks is ever prominent, and his irises are (beautifully) hazed, glowing the brightest out of everything here. Expectedly, Noah leans away and they’re no longer chest-to-chest.
But unexpectedly, Noah traces his still-trembling fingers on Yang Rong’s left arm, smearing away a small ounce of blood, rubbing at the raw wound. The carapace has morphed back into human skin, and it is not an unsightly scabbed mess.
“Yang Rong,” Noah whispers so quietly, unsurely. “You are hurt?”
His syllables are raspy – hardly audible, yet they ring melodiously to Yang Rong’s ears. Noah always has certain musicality in his speech, and that factor is only made prettier in post-orgasmic high. Silver hair no longer obstructs his tear-streaked face nor the puffed rims of his under eyes. Noah looks up, entirely hesitant. No less frightened.
Yang Rong stares, enraptured. His green eyes widen perceptibly. Then resignation takes over and Yang Rong can only let out a drawn-out sigh.
“Little fox…” he murmurs, strained. “Why do you look at me so fondly?”
Noah likely doesn’t hear him, for the heat’s come barreling at full force again, his pheromones encircling the air around them. Again, Yang Rong is taken aback by the sheer intensity of the young man’s scent, the sweet vanilla that’s so pungent he could taste. Noah collapses downward, struggling to keep himself conscious but he is too far gone – soon, pained gasps are replaced with low moans, tiny whimpers that Yang Rong cannot handle.
The young man is grinding on top, his loose sweatpants pulled down to his thighs, revealing unmarred patches of ivory skin. Slick dribbles down from his entrance – and in copious amounts too, coating the damp fabric of Yang Rong’s trousers, seeping inside to Yang Rong’s pulsing erection. Immediately, Yang Rong is struck with the urge to thrust upward, rolling against the curve of Noah’s ass. Heavy, overpowering alpha musk smothers the air, rendering the smaller man helpless in his arms.
Things will escalate terribly – he knows but he cannot rationalize.
Yang Rong, led feral, swallows every pleasured moan out of Noah’s mouth – the sounds are aphrodisiacs to his ears, dulling his senses so much he cannot yet hear the muffled sobs. In a spur of insanity, he grips Noah’s thin waist and handles him so roughly the marks would remain for days. Their positions are reversed in a split second and Noah is locked underneath, his back pinned against the floor tiles.
It is only the slightest tinge of soberness that he cushions Noah’s fall – but Yang Rong’s senses are thrown away just as quick, his instincts urging for more. His teeth scrape against Noah’s jugular, biting down to collarbone, tugging the delicate skin in between. With a low growl, he roughly grinds himself against Noah’s upper thighs, impatiently seeking relief.
Noah, just as plastered as he, lets out a moan – and Yang Rong, fully unaware, nudges apart his slender legs. Fluids trickle down the younger man’s entrance and the sight just about ruptures Yang Rong’s sense of self. Noah is hoisted upward and Yang Rong presses insistently against his rim. The colonel leans over in a trance and sucks deeply on Noah’s neck, marring it with more crimson marks. Yang Rong’s inner alpha fully takes over, intent to claim.
However, he doesn’t go further.
A broken sob rips him so forcefully back to clarity, he suffers from whiplash. His heart pounds intensely in his chest, his head throbs uncontrollably heavy and all the heat in his system crashes down in one tumultuous wave. In the dimly lit room, Noah breaks down in front of him.
The kerosene lamp traces their shadows on the adjacent wall. Yang Rong hovers domineeringly on top and Noah is in no position to resist. Every miscellaneous thing is filtered as backdrop in comparison to the young man who is shuddering underneath. Noah is full-body flushed, his eyes blinking out tears, his entire frame sheened in sweat. His lips, bitten raw, are letting out the lewdest sounds and yet, the words he utters are painfully gut-wrenching.
“Colonel,” he repeats for likely the hundredth time tonight – shakily, because he isn’t quite stable whatsoever. “I’m sorry, Colonel.”
And despite himself, Noah is pressing down on the colonel’s clothed erection, his body resisting yet wanting even more. Yang Rong is frozen in position, unable to continue at all.
Noah’s exhales are getting more and more unsteady.
And despite himself, Yang Rong is shaking just as much. He retracts back.
He traces his calloused fingers over Noah’s skin, circles over the countless marks left on Noah’s (beautifully) scarred body – to repent, though Yang Rong is well aware that he is crossing boundaries. Noah preens to be touched and Yang Rong can only smear away the teardrops on his (increasingly) fragile face.
“…So you call me ‘colonel’ when you are afraid,” Yang Rong says coarsely. “But why are you apologizing? Noah… Little fox, you never have to apologize to me.”
Yang Rong helps him to an upright position, settling him on his lap. All the while, he takes note of Noah’s shivering frame.
The heat doesn’t yet dissipate, but the younger man is much more cognizant now that he isn’t pinned onto hard, cold cement tiles. There is, however, less fear than sadness in his eyes – the thought only makes Yang Rong more distraught.
“…Colonel,” Noah whispers, sounding slightly more his usual, sober self. “I’m sorry, Colonel, my head… hurts… I don’t know…”
“Noah.” Yang Rong cradles him – tentatively, because he is deathly afraid Noah would fall apart. He whispers comfort to the best of his ability, but his words may not even register to the young man. Wrung-out and shattered. “It is not your fault, hmm? Rong-ge will take responsibility… Please don’t apologize… Rong-ge won’t hurt you any more… Little fox… please, don’t be scared.”
“…” Noah droops downward and closes his eyes – Yang Rong finds it conflicting that Noah so easily nestles into his touch. The young man murmurs weakly, “…I am tired.”
Yang Rong brushes his lips against tufts of silver hair. “Take a rest.”
“…Yang Rong,” Noah whispers. Finally, there is coherence in his speech and finally he seems to be aware of who he is with. His next words, however, are no less unsettling. “Don’t leave me alone.”
“…” He pauses – only for a little while before he continues stroking the younger man’s hair, watching as the strands fall wispily down his forehead. “I am here.”
Noah falls asleep shortly after.
And Yang Rong remains motionless for some time. With laggard motions, he picks up a towel – long forgotten on the floor – and begins to wipe Noah down silently. The young man flinches in his sleep.
Yang Rong studies his flushed complexion. Probably, he’s stared hard enough to memorize each individual eyelash.
“But Noah,” he speaks to himself in quietude. He sounds pathetic even to his own ears. “I really am not good for you.”
Author’s note: honestly, even i have to ask myself why my pseudo-smut scenes are so long… this is 3k words of depravity and noah hasn’t even taken a pp up his butt. when it happens, it’ll be like 10k words, and i’ll quit my day job, throw my career out the window, and ascend to being a BL smut writer for the rest of my life
I agree, he is no good for Noah. Unfortunately, he is the only one who will suffice. Seeing the other alphas, none of them would have stopped after seeing and hearing Noah be so scared. They would have said “Eff it. blame it on the pheromones and physiology”
I am glad he reigned himself in. Noah is terrified of alphas and hasn’t really known Yang Rong all that long or all that well. And what he has seen, is the most brutal part of him being a Colonel.. perhaps he should have taken things slow and not been so annoying…
thanks for the chapter! <3
+1
r-rong-ge is a good person when he’s not being an idiot 😭 he’s trying his best, okay?! -sob sob- -the author is desperately trying to defend the ML-
sike, rong rong knows that but don’t you think he’s also hurt and does not have a normal life since he was trained to be like that, who can blame him? Noah’s not the only who’ve suffered. I’ve seen your comments and kinda irked by it since I like rongrong.
anw we have differences so it’s fine hahahaha
to be honest, I dont really care what you think. shrugs
Also a +1 lmao
+1 ah, what was that saying “every side has a story” something like that. Others be sympathising with Noah but my man YR is no better off ah!
I think each side has flaws. Noah definitely has led a hard life and so has Yang Rong. Noah has done some shitty things and so has Yang Rong. Honestly minus Rong’s stupidity
he hasn’t crossed the line, During Noah’s heat he also got into his own heat. I think that Rong deserves some slack. ❤️ Author it is ok
This was beautifully written… I don’t how to explain it other than that
ahh thank you! these kinds of scenes take me so long to write ; ; (to be honest, almost every chapter of MT took me 10000 hours because i’m so slow) i’m glad you enjoyed it!
Thanks for the chap….
First to comment? Maybe.
I WILL take back my words before.
I have to say it now: It’s kinda annoying (?) when YR could maintain his rationale throughout Noah’s heat. Wasn’t YR supposedly an extremely dominant alpha? Wasn’t he supposedly an illogical person who never use logic, reasoning, and empathy on others?
It’s kinda an unexpected growth for him… really
And anyway… any report of “dumb dumb theater” whereabouts? I missed them
Oh… nope. I’m not the first QwQ
even though his suspicions are not too off-the-mark, noah hasn’t really tried to empathize or see things from YR’s perspective either, so his only identifiers for the colonel are: domineering, cruel, unemphatic.
and actually, YR is quite a logical person — he was super, extremely pragmatic! if i had to categorize, i’d say YR is even more “logical/utilitarian” than noah. YR would have placed the lives of important people over the more insignificant ones while minimizing risks. noah, on the other hand, is more emotionally biased. he would rather save one person he cares about, and he’d rather save himself over the whole of humanity 😉
and heh, i actually have a theater planned next chapter!
On the topic that YR was a pragmatic person, I agree… his utilitarian method is so obvious already, but the logical side is plenty doubtful tho…
While he is a super expert in battlefield, but on the other side, I think he was a brawn over brain on every other things…. being logical (in the meaning of deep thinking and reasoning) ? HEH =.=
And on the “saving humanity’ aspect, Did YR really thought that handing over Noah to Nexus will solve all that crap? Fortunately, there was no explicit mention about Nexus’ research conduct… So I won’t bother to bash YR more… fufufu
YR is very methodically rational (logical), and is able to analyze his environment, is able to process (outside of a emotional scope) things really really quickly. in this standard, he is actually a really acute person.
while he isn’t scientifically intelligent to the extent of computing magnetic fields like shi luo is, YR’s intelligence lies in the battlefield. while noah has constantly berated him for having little brains, noah is actually measuring him in a more scientific scope (and also in terms of emotional intelligence as well).
in conclusion? YR has a lot of potential….. but his dumb personality cannot be fixed
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hahahaha… indeed he is.
we are aware that a part of humans with real high intellect, sometimes lack EQ by that much.
But, be honest with me… Did you create YR to be emotionally dull towards practically everyone, or he’s just refuse to try to understand ohers? and instead injecting him with high dose of narcissism?
YR was created like this:
he’s someone who was raised into the military stuff. he’s an alpha. he’s tall, good-looking, strong, has a massive pp and he knows it = when you have a character who’s grown up with all these traits (and ofc YR also gets compliments from colleagues and also from the people he sleeps with), they’re bound to have a massive ego. he isn’t incapable of feeling emotion, but he just hasn’t had a reason to do that… because everyone around him looks up to him. and why would he, a military colonel with a case of narcissism, humble himself / lower himself down to others’ shoes?
so if i had to pick from one of your options, i’d say the 2nd — he doesn’t really refuse to understand others, it’s more that he hasn’t ever had to!
I really think Noah wants to hear YR say “You can stay with me if you want, you don’t have to be alone” rather than “I’ll bring you back to wherever you want”…
Thanns for the chapter 🥲
yes ! that’s what i had hoped to convey! 🤧 thank you for reading~
Rong ge, you really are a good person inside, life wasn
t too nice to you either!!!!! Im on your side!!!Fighting!!
don’t praise him too much or you’ll feed his already massive ego 😭😭
I am so glad YR isnt 100% dumb alpha because if he had forced that pp on Noah I wouldve had to figure out a way to astral project myself into a story to beat the shit out of him or die trying 💪😤
Thanks for the chapter!
i…. may or may not have had to censor and rework this scene –looks away nervously– ahem, but it was still never going to be full penetration, else YR would have become even more hated, taken another 50 chapters of redemption, only to be tossed in the trashcan afterward
Love how Yang Rong has undergone so many changes compares to how he was earlier in the story. I wish I could say the same for Noah, as much as Yang Rong thinks he’s not good enough for Noah. This could be said both ways, cause if Noah won’t face this head on, he won’t be good for Yang Rong too. Please change for the better cause not only will this be beneficial for you guys, Yue and the readers would be glad too hehe 🤣
Anyway, darlings, please decide whether you’re going to cry or make out, cause it’s making me frustrated! 😭
😭 while the first half of the story focused on YR’s development, noah is going to finally have his arc…! hopefully!
Yes I agree. I think bc we have focused on YR so much people think he is the only one with faults. Relationships are a two way street. I’m sure I that if all of our actions or and thoughts were written some of us would appear to be scum, then in fact we’re just humans
Such a beautiful sex scene because of YR’s love for Noah that overcame his desire. I really think Noah loves him back and he probably isn’t good for him but YR can keep Noah safe from harm.
noah is a whole mess of attachment issues and yang rong is … trying really hard! but he’s also pushing noah away at the same time, because he doesn’t think his feelings are reciprocated outside of heat ~
thank you so much for the chapter!!!!❤😭
thank you for reading and commenting ~! ❤
You did great!
aw thank you !! i’m glad that there are readers who enjoy this story 😭
I’m not crying. YOU are the one crying!
okay. I’m in tears.
yes i do cry writing my novel at 4 am while blasting depressive music 😭
we suffer together 😭
I’M BACK IT WORTH THE WAIT!
welcome back ! i hope you’ve enjoyed the chapter stock~~
Damn YR needs a Best Controlled Alpha Gong award! Author-Sama your smut writing is top notch. Damn too 🔥.
alas i way for the day there will be pp in bumbum u_u weeps
W-what are these painful chapters of doubt, and breakdowns and sobbing and- (ノಥ_ʖಥ)ノ彡┻━┻
Yang Rong loves Noah to the point of disregarding himself entirely, the latter’s pain is becoming his own and he called himself closed off to emotions? No attachments? There are exceptions and Noah is his exception. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
Ow…..ow…..Noah really is letting it all out now, he has been bottling it all up for too long. That and…..he’s afraid of Yang Rong, while a part of him isn’t. Ahhhh, not a good time to be having a multitude of things to be thinking about. T_T
Yang Rong pulling himself back to a conscious state everytime he caught a glimpse of Noah’s pain. Please, if this guy keeps on saying that he isn’t good enough…….that’s going to be brutal. Who in the demimonde keeps themselves in check once they’ve actually lost it to their instincts? But he did. Give yourself a bit more credit, at least. Or not…..hmm, wouldn’t want for it to get to your head-👍🏻
But he hugged Noah tight! That was…..hmm, takes the cake. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Pain, but takes the cake.
Ah. Of course, he wouldn’t like his title anymore. Why would he? He now knows to what it is associated. Even other than that, that title put him and Noah on…..like…..different sides of the same wall. (இ﹏இ`｡)
Noah kept on saying that he was cold, it felt like he wasn’t just talking about it in physical terms……but also somewhat for like how long he has trapped himself in his own icy void? ( ؕؔʘ̥̥̥̥ ه ؔؕʘ̥̥̥̥ )?
Ah, he cradled Noah again…….and this time he apologized? Geez, look. Just…..just don’t talk right now, it’s probably tearing you both from inside out. So, just……be there for each other. Noah asked him to not leave him alone! You’d better not, Yang Rong! Stay! And not out of an obligation because you were asked to. It’s not a crime to care for yourself. Both of them need a break. And hugs and hot-chocolate with warm blankets. And cuddles.
Yes I agree they both are pitiful . My heart thumps in pain when Yang Rong thinks Noah thinks nothing of him 🥺
Thanks for the meal (ㅅ˘ㅂ˘)
Your nsfw is one of the best and most immersive sensei, and it’s even not quite there yet! 😳😳
Dear author,
Your ascension… It’s foretold.
🙏🥰
This was so beautifully written TT__TT. I love it when s*x scenes are part of the characters’ emotional development, an integral part of the story, instead of simply gratuitously added and narratively isolated smut that you can safely skip if you’re not in the mood for it. Yes yes yes, we appreciate it, precious!
I can’t wait until they get to the next level. This scene was pretty harrowing, but not dull.