Yang Huaijin felt like his whole body was burning. He didn’t know what Alice had given him, but he felt dazed and confused. As the effects of the drug subsided, the pain from being whipped was almost imperceptible. All that remained was a craving for sex, a desperate desire to draw warmth from someone else’s body to comfort himself.
He vaguely felt a change in rooms, with Feng Zhi always by his side, though his voice seemed to drift in and out, making it hard for Yang Huaijin to hear what he was saying.
Sensing the touch of the bed beneath him, he sank into the covers. But just as he nestled in, the person holding him began to pull away. Yang Huaijin grabbed onto their arm. “Feng Zhi…”
“Master Jin, I’ll go get you a glass of water,” Feng Zhi said reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here.”
Yang Huaijin shook his head, unable to make out what Feng Zhi was saying. He was all too familiar with the heat of mating, but this time was unlike anything he’d experienced before. It was unbearable, an abnormal heat burning through his body.
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Rummaging through his own clothes, Feng Zhi found a small brown medicine bottle that Fang Xingping had given him before, claiming it could alleviate Yang Huaijin’s ‘condition.’ When Feng Zhi asked what condition it was for, Fang Xingping remained silent. Whatever the medicine was, given the current situation, he decided to administer it first and worry about its efficacy later.
Feng Zhi fetched water, but he couldn’t get the dazed Yang Huaijin to take the medicine. Yang Huaijin, in his state of arousal, clung to him stubbornly, refusing to cooperate. Moreover, Feng Zhi himself was affected by Yang Huaijin’s pheromones, making it even more uncomfortable. In the end, Feng Zhi decided to take the pill himself, feeding it to Yang Huaijin mouth to mouth, along with water, ensuring that he swallowed it. He then used his tongue to explore Yang Huaijin’s mouth, ensuring that the medicine was ingested.
Yang Huaijin’s lips were hot, his mouth even hotter, his tongue soft, offering no resistance or struggle as Feng Zhi invaded every inch of his hidden territory. Their lips pressed together, intertwining in a wet, hot embrace, their saliva becoming sweet and sticky. Feng Zhi greedily chased after the other’s tongue, repeatedly kissing those enchanting lips as if he couldn’t get enough. The two individuals, already closely connected on a physiological level, quickly entwined with each other.
The mattress sank slightly, and apart from the space between the beds, everything seemed to fade into the distance. In Feng Zhi’s eyes, there was only the beautiful man in his arms.
Yang Huaijin’s naked skin was slightly flushed, his body heating up like he had a fever. Although it was only the heat of mating, it was still worrisome. He had always been reserved when he was sober, rarely making erotic sounds even when indulging in bed, unlike those Omega boys. But now, he became soft and docile, obediently letting Feng Zhi toy with him. His every thought was controlled by his senses, and when Feng Zhi entered him, he immediately made seductive sounds.
The entrance of Yang Huaijin’s lower body was wet and soft, and Feng Zhi almost uncontrollably invaded it again and again.
However, Feng Zhi soon discovered a problem—the pheromone fluctuations were too strong!
Normally, it’s difficult for an Alpha to sense Omega pheromone fluctuations; typically, only the scent can be transmitted to the sensory system. Feng Zhi also didn’t understand where this perception was coming from. Perhaps it was due to damage to Yang Huaijin’s glands?
A sudden idea struck him strongly—if…
Feng Zhi flipped Yang Huaijin over, his gaze trailing up along the other’s fair back until it reached the small dark flame tattoo at the nape of his neck. After undergoing the first tattoo washing, this small flame became somewhat blurred, as if burning more recklessly. Feng Zhi supported Yang Huaijin’s hips, a hint of inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes.
Just as both reached a climax together, Feng Zhi rubbed the small ‘flame’ on Yang Huaijin and said, “Master Jin, shall I mark you?”
Author's Note
Haha I love author’s notes
Thanks for the chapter ❤️