Over the next two days, Fen Zhi spent his enjoyable and shameless cruise vacation with Yang Huaijin.
While Yang Huaijin remained tight-lipped about past matters, he was quite cooperative when it came to Feng Zhi’s desires in their affair. This made Feng Zhi find the situation even more interesting
—Was Yang Huaijin hating him or liking him? After much thinking, he finally arrived at a conclusion that left him unsure whether to be happy or sad
—Yang Huaijin probably liked his cock.
Soon, the day of the rendezvous with Ryan arrived. That afternoon, a ‘necklace’ was delivered by a waiter, serving as the pass for the evening’s gathering.
Calling it a necklace wasn’t quite accurate; it was more of a collar. The collar was a deep red color, embedded with a large ruby, crafted to resemble a beautiful piece of art. It fastened around the neck of the Omega slave with a silver clasp, and a silver chain hung down from the front, locking onto the collar. One end threaded through the clasp, securing the collar, while the other end was attached to a dark red leather leash.
Feng Zhi played with the necklace in his hand, but Yang Huaijin snatched it away and swiftly clasped it around his own neck.
Feng Zhi raised his hand to adjust Yang Huaijin’s collar, casting a scrutinizing glance at the man before him. Yang Huaijin had fair skin, a straight nose, and remarkably beautiful eyes upon closer inspection. He never considered his appearance as an asset; his power in the underworld spoke for itself, and thus, no one ever paid much attention to Master Jin’s appearance. Rumors in the underworld often portrayed Yang Huaijin as a Beta, but upon closer observation, one would notice many Omega traits in him—his physique, facial features, and the texture of his skin were not something an ordinary Beta could possess.
Feng Zhi remarked, “Is Master Jin so eager to become my Omega slave?”
Ignoring Feng Zhi’s comment, Yang Huaijin changed the subject directly: “Are you going to make your move today?”
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Feng Zhi was surprised. “How did you know?”
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“Smart!” Feng Zhi complimented, his fingers playing with the silver chain around Yang Huaijin’s chest. He leaned in close to Yang Huaijin’s ear. “Master Jin, you look very pretty wearing this. It makes me want to pin you down on the bed right now. However, it doesn’t belong to you. You can wear it for your own amusement, but I don’t have the right to put it on you.” He turned his head and quickly planted a kiss on Yang Huaijin’s cheek.
Yang Huaijin turned his face away, pushing Feng Zhi aside, and said coldly, “I told you, don’t do anything unnecessary besides getting in bed.”
Feng Zhi immediately put on a look of grievance. “Can’t even give a kiss? You really don’t respect this vibrator!”
Yang Huaijin glanced at him. “What respect does a vibrator deserve?”
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Ryan Anelli’s private gatherings were attended by well-known players in the circle, and Feng Zhi was like a fish in water at these gatherings, indicating that he must have been quite familiar at such events in the past.
Each time Feng Zhi attended, he would bring a new ‘pet’. He was known in the circle for his promiscuity, but those familiar with him would notice that his ‘pets’ all had very consistent qualities – they were beautiful, clean, and had a student-like aura. This was completely opposite to Feng Zhi’s own libertine style, leaving one to wonder where he found these innocent-looking students.
When Yang Huaijin appeared behind Feng Zhi, he immediately attracted everyone’s attention because he was so different from Feng Zhi’s usual ‘pets’, and also from the other slaves brought by the Alphas present at the party.
At such gatherings, slaves often dressed very scantily, some even not wearing any clothes at all. But Yang Huaijin was neatly dressed, with every button on his collar fastened. The ruby collar representing his slave status was hidden beneath his collar, with only a hint of it visible at the knot of his tie. If not for the silver chain hanging down, the ruby collar would have looked more like a decoration than a restraint, accentuating the well-made shirt and occasionally reflecting a dark red light.
Yang Huaijin rarely wore such fitted clothes, but now he appeared slender and upright. As a dominant figure, he stood there scanning the room without showing any emotions. He didn’t look like an Omega slave being admired by others, but rather like someone who came to admire others. How could he be called a ‘pet’? He was more like a master! Seeing him, one couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence and the urge to serve him attentively.
When Feng Zhi led Yang Huaijin in, it was no different from usual. Like a colorful bird flaunting its feathers, he adeptly navigated the crowd. Even if his Omega was mediocre, he could still present himself as if saying, ‘My Omega is the best in the world.’ Tonight, however, his confidence was unconvincing. He didn’t even hold the silver chain attached to Yang Huaijin’s collar; instead, he let it hang from the collar, with the other end tucked into Yang Huaijin’s own trouser pocket.
Someone approached them teasingly, “Hey, Madman, trying something new today?”
“Don’t talk nonsense, my dear A-jin would be upset!” Feng Zhi pulled Yang Huaijin behind him, protecting him like a treasure.
In the following conversation, Yang Huaijin missed a few sentences. When Feng Zhi called him ‘A-jin,’ it froze him in place. He looked at Feng Zhi with a complex expression, then lowered his gaze before Feng Zhi could meet his eyes.
A-jin…
It had been so long since he heard Feng Zhi call him that.
Soon, someone approached them. The person was an Alpha, leading two Omega slaves. After exchanging a few words with Feng Zhi, it was evident that he was very satisfied with the Omega slaves he had trained, boasting about them. However, he showed extreme disdain towards the ‘ill-mannered slave’ beside Feng Zhi.
“Slaves should behave like slaves,” the person said sarcastically. “Why don’t I take it back and help you train it?”
Feng Zhi was about to take a glass of wine from the waiter’s tray when he heard this remark. Suddenly, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and an invisible aura of Alpha dominance emanated, pressing down on the other person.
“You think you can train my A-jin? Do you even qualify?”
The other person was caught off guard, showing a startled expression, and quickly released their own aura to counter Feng Zhi’s.
In the contest between the two Alphas, the first casualty was the Omega waiter who was holding the tray and offering the wine to Feng Zhi. The boy never expected the Alpha in front of him to suddenly exert dominance. Startled, his hand trembled, causing the tray to tilt. The wine spilled out, splashing onto Feng Zhi’s hand and the cuff of his shirt.
The surroundings instantly quieted down, as nobody expected Feng Zhi to get angry over an Omega, let alone to turn hostile so quickly. While many Alphas were secretly amused, none dared to show it in front of Feng Zhi. The Omegas, on the other hand, remained silent under Feng Zhi’s formidable pressure.
The waiter, bewildered, scrambled to clean up the mess, wanting to wipe Feng Zhi’s hand, but could only watch helplessly as the wine spread on Feng Zhi’s sleeve, until a slender hand pulled him away.
Yang Huaijin took the towel from the waiter’s hand and delicately dabbed away the wine on Feng Zhi’s sleeve. He knelt beside Feng Zhi, his movements gentle and methodical as he removed Feng Zhi’s watch and wiped it clean. Then, he extended his tongue, licking the remaining wine off Feng Zhi’s fingertips, with a focused and patient expression. His soft lips pressed against the Alpha’s fingers, sucking gently, while his red tongue traced patterns on the back of Feng Zhi’s hand…
All eyes were focused on Yang Huaijin. This slave, holding the leash in his own hands, was tall and slender, with a calm demeanor. He was dressed conservatively, his clothes covering him up completely. Although he had a good appearance, his presence seemed out of place at this gathering. However, when he knelt beside Feng Zhi, those gentle and meticulous actions were displayed only for one person. The more restrained he appeared on the surface, the more suggestive his tongue protruding gesture seemed. With each of Yang Huaijin’s movements, the red marks occasionally revealed under his collar were also noticed by others— they were hickeys.
The upper class players of this circle had a consensus: slaves not only needed to be obedient but also loyal. And Feng Zhi’s new ‘pet’… was simply exquisite.
Author's Note
I’ve read this chapter 3 times now 🙂 thank you so much! Can’t wait for more 😍
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Finally I can feel my heart settle. The beginning of this story was too torturous until the flashback.
I’m just happy neither of them are suffering, even tho they’re not out of danger at all.
I’m so happy that Italian f*cker (no disrespect to real Italians, only for this brain dead character) that his ego was too big to keep YH still with him.
But somehow I’m glad that that demon child who “loves” him, is possessive enough to keep YH away from him.
It’s barely a silver lining, but I’ll take any small blessings.
I’m just mostly excited for FZ to slowly remember who YH really is 🤩🤩
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