Twelve years later.
Still on a ship, in the luxurious cabin of a cruise liner, Feng Zhi and Yang Huaijin’s bodies are entwined in the most intimate manner. Yang Huaijin’s expression is sorrowful as he asks Feng Zhi, “Do you still remember A-jin?”
Feng Zhi looks at Yang Huaijin in shock, shaking his head. “I… don’t remember…”
He had just marked this man, but… why, when he pierced the gland of the other, did the Alpha pheromones lurking deep inside resonate exactly like his own? No, he was certain, those were his own pheromones!
Why… is Yang Huaijin his Omega?
Yang Huaijin closed his eyes. “Hmm, I know.”
He appeared very calm, as if he had anticipated it long ago, and also as if he didn’t care at all.
He pushed Feng Zhi down. Feng Zhi’s erection had just subsided after ejaculation, and the knot of the Alpha hadn’t completely softened yet, so they couldn’t separate for the time being. Yang Huaijin lay on top of Feng Zhi, burying his face in Feng Zhi’s neck. He didn’t want to look at Feng Zhi, nor did he want Feng Zhi to look at him.
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Not remembering… yes, what was he expecting? Didn’t he already know that Feng Zhi didn’t remember anything?
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An Omega he had no memory of, Yang Huaijin, the powerful young master of Qingyan, was his Omega? They had once made a lifelong mark, an indelible deep mark that couldn’t be washed away. When did it happen? Why? What kind of unforgettable feelings would make someone choose a deep mark?
The upper circles of the underworld in A City were small, and Feng Zhi had known Yang Huaijin for a long time. Yang Huaijin had always been indifferent to him, to the extent that their relationship had been very distant before. Yang Huaijin gave him the impression that he couldn’t even be bothered to see him, even sending his subordinates to discuss important business deals instead. But Master Jin was reliable in his actions. Whether he liked someone or not, he handled things smoothly.
Now that Feng Zhi knew Yang Huaijin was his Omega, looking back, he might realize that Yang Huaijin wasn’t simply indifferent to seeing him but intentionally avoiding him. And the ‘reliability’ in Yang Huaijin’s actions wasn’t just because Master Jin handled things clearly, but because… he was intentionally helping him?
Yang Huaijin must be well aware of their relationship, so why would he avoid him?
The sound of water in the bathroom continued for a long time.
Yang Huaijin was covered in injuries, and the semen during the lifelong marking was too deep. Bathing and cleaning him wasn’t an easy task. He was someone who was afraid of pain and didn’t cooperate well during the bath. Sometimes he complained that the bathroom was cold, and other times he found the water too hot. When Feng Zhi tried to hold him, he refused, and when placed by the bathtub, he found sitting uncomfortable and wanted to find a place to lean against. Master Jin’s stubbornness was different from other Omegas. He acted aloof and gave cold commands, refusing to cooperate with silence, and if it hurt, he would make a sound, absolutely unwilling to endure any grievances.
Feng Zhi was spun around by Yang Huaijin’s antics for a while before he realized that Yang Huaijin was intentionally testing him. He found this person both annoying and amusing.
Extending his long arms, Feng Zhi pulled Yang Huaijin into his embrace and lightly patted his waist, saying, “Stop messing around. No screaming in pain, and no sound allowed!”
Yang Huaijin leaned against Feng Zhi’s shoulder, and as Feng Zhi became more forceful, he stopped making any noise. After all, he was truly exhausted after all this fussing.
Feng Zhi had Yang Huaijin sit on his lap, making sure6 that his upper body didn’t get soaked in water while still making it convenient to clean his body.
His fingers explored the soft opening. Earlier, he had marked Yang Huaijin’s genital cavity, and the bedsheet was soaked. Yang Huaijin’s body was wet and soft, making him extremely sensitive. Even just inserting his fingers would cause Yang Huaijin to tremble lightly.
Yang Huaijin’s breathing became erratic as Feng Zhi’s movements quickened, his pheromones already in disarray and further stirred up by the aphrodisiac given by Alice. His desires were easily reignited. He stared somewhat hazily at Feng Zhi’s neck, noting how long it was… His fingers were long too, stirring up uncomfortable sensations for him… He rubbed his face against Feng Zhi’s shoulder, feeling himself growing hot again, his pheromones becoming restless once more.
Yang Huaijin’s glands were problematic, and the odorless pheromones spread gradually throughout the bathroom. Feng Zhi initially didn’t notice, only following his own arousal unconsciously. It was only when he felt discomfort from his own hardness that he realized Yang Huaijin’s arousal, his own member pressing against his.
The restless head on his shoulder continued to nuzzle against him, and eventually, the soft, warm lips began to kiss Feng Zhi’s collarbone gently, then more fervently, even grazing with teeth…
“Master Jin…” Feng Zhi chuckled softly, “I didn’t expect you to still be such a master at seduction.”
Feng Zhi lifted Yang Huaijin out of the bathtub, stepping out himself, pressing him against the wall while his own member also entered that wet, soft opening.
Yang Huaijin let out a short, sharp cry, silenced by Feng Zhi’s kiss. Feng Zhi enjoyed kissing Yang Huaijin while manipulating him; he savored his scent, as if he could devour him whole. He also relished biting at Yang Huaijin’s neck as he worked, with Yang Huaijin’s voice right by his ear, devoid of its usual coldness and distance, lost in the lust and domination Feng Zhi provided.
In his daze, Yang Huaijin called out, “A… jiu…” It had been a long time since he had called that name, his tone carrying unfamiliarity and longing. Yet he knew, Feng Zhi couldn’t remember anything, and the person before him wasn’t his A-jiu.
Yang Huaijin’s last syllable was swallowed by the invasion of Feng Zhi’s lips and tongue, the man forcefully seeking to possess him entirely, including the name on his lips…
The flames of desire consumed them both as Feng Zhi pressed Yang Huaijin against the wall, each thrust pushing deeper, the man in his arms unable to find leverage with his legs and only able to softly moan, surrendering himself completely. Desire left Yang Huaijin’s neck, ears, and corners of his eyes flushed pink, beneath his slender neck, his fair skin adorned with marks, making it difficult for Feng Zhi to control himself.
He entered Yang Huaijin fiercely, each thrust penetrating deeply, eliciting cries tinged with tears, the physical tears shimmering in his half-closed eyes, veiled in a haze. He gasped with parted lips, attempting to push away the man before him, but he was only met with more force, the dominant alpha’s pheromones tightly enveloping him.
At this moment, Feng Zhi only wanted to fervently claim what was his. Upon realizing that this handsome man was his Omega, a void in his heart that had long been empty seemed to suddenly be filled. Previously, he couldn’t explain his attention to Yang Huaijin, nor could he explain why a mere one-night stand left him yearning for more of Yang Huaijin’s body, or why someone who had been promiscuous and adamantly against marking anyone would voluntarily propose marking Yang Huaijin. It all seemed like an instinctive urge. It wasn’t until he sank his fangs into Yang Huaijin’s gland, astonished to find that he had marked this person before, that everything seemed to find an answer.
Author's Note
