Marked by Shen Jiyun yet again.
This thought constantly lingered in Fang Fengqin’s mind, but he couldn’t muster even a shred of strength to struggle. His entire body went limp like a noodle, collapsing forward.
He fell squarely into Shen Jiyun’s arms.
The man looked slender, but his muscle lines were firm and strong. Holding Fang Fengqin’s body, he lowered his head and bit down on the back of his neck.
Pheromones continuously emanated, growing thicker and thicker until they practically overwhelmed Fang Fengqin’s nose and mouth.
He let out a low cry, his body heating up along with it while all his limbs trembled.
Shen Jiyun’s marking force was heavy, occasionally sucking on the soft flesh at the back of Fang Fengqin’s neck, his calloused fingertips heavily rubbing against the slightly swollen gland.
Fang Fengqin couldn’t control the gasps in his throat, feeling both terrified and startled. Once the scent of white pine at the tip of his nose reached a certain intensity, it induced an illusion of dizziness.
“Let go, let go of me.” He struggled laboriously to push against Shen Jiyun’s chest. As the marking deepened, a numbing itch rushed along his spine straight to his scalp like an electric current.
Dissatisfied with his struggling, Shen Jiyun tightened his jaws abruptly.
Rather than a mark, it felt more like he wanted to bite off that slightly protruding lump of soft flesh.
After Fang Fengqin weathered the wave of heart-palpitating pleasure, he heard the commotion outside, and his complexion gradually turned pale.
“Shen Jiyun, let go!” He struggled with all his might. Shen Jiyun took a heavy blow to his torso, frowned in pain, and finally recovered a bit of his senses.
Panting, he reluctantly released the soft flesh between his lips, closing his eyes to steady his breathing.
Fang Fengqin seized the opportunity to escape from his embrace, his cheeks flushed with lingering heat. Clutching the back of his neck tightly, he walked outward on weak legs.
“There are people everywhere outside,” Shen Jiyun suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse. “Do you want others to see you looking like this slut?”
Fang Fengqin tightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with fury.
He turned back and swung a heavy punch straight toward Shen Jiyun’s face.
Shen Jiyun didn’t dodge; he felt he needed to sober up as well.
“You’ve bitten me three times.” Fang Fengqin’s anger was genuinely aroused this time. He looked expressionlessly at Shen Jiyun’s face, which bore the swelling from the punch he had just delivered.
Yet that wasn’t enough to appease him. The dull ache at the back of his neck was mixed with numbness. The wound there hadn’t even healed yet before it was bitten open again repeatedly.
Shen Jiyun lifted his eyelids and acknowledged it calmly. “It is three times.”
“Enough for you to die three times over.” Fang Fengqin curled his lips into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Do you really think I wouldn’t dare deal with you?”
Shen Jiyun lowered his eyes with a hint of weariness.
Ever since he bit Fang Fengqin last night, he had started acting abnormal.
He actually found himself wanting to lock the person in front of him away.
Frankly speaking, Fang Fengqin was not a prime choice during an alpha’s rut; he lacked pheromones and couldn’t soothe Shen Jiyun.
He only served to needlessly disrupt Shen Jiyun’s state of mind.
Just as the two were at a standoff, a knock sounded at the door.
Fang Fengqin’s nerves snapped tight as he turned his head toward the source of the sound.
“Mr. Fang, are you conscious?”
It was the manager’s voice. Because of the pheromones leaked during the alpha’s rut, the first floor of Jincheng Club had already suspended business, and the crowd had been evacuated.
The manager had waited outside for quite a while, daring to knock only after the scent became less terrifyingly spine-chilling.
He covered his nose with one hand while wiping cold sweat with the other.
“Mr. Fang, we’ve prepared inhibitors and suppression rings for you. Could you please open the door?”
Upon hearing the news, Gu Song and Song Jiangyan rushed to the first floor in a hurry. Catching a whiff of the pheromones, both of their expressions shifted.
“Why is Orange’s scent getting more pungent day by day?” Simultaneously, both of them put on their suppression rings.
The alpha’s pheromones carried dense threat and possessiveness, surrounding an area of several meters tightly as if staking territory.
Gu Song was an A-grade alpha and couldn’t endure the white pine scent for even two minutes; his breathing grew heavy as he was already faintly affected.
Song Jiangyan wasn’t doing much better. Deeply furrowing his brows, he asked, “Did you smell something?”
“Anyone with a working nose can smell it!” Gu Song rolled his eyes.
“I mean, this scent isn’t just white pine.” Enduring the pressure, Song Jiangyan took another deep sniff and hesitated. “It seems there’s a hint of wormwood.”
The moment those words dropped, the two of them exchanged a sharp glance.
Gu Song strode forward, pinched his nose, and shouted inside, “Orange, I’m kicking the door open! Stand back.”
With that, he delivered a heavy kick to the bathroom door.
It took only two kicks for the sturdy, thick door to crack open, and a few more shattered the lock.
The manager stepped back cautiously in fear; these aristocratic alphas really had plenty of muscle.
Gu Song kicked the door open, and the head bodyguard rushed in first, intending to subdue the alpha in rut, only to freeze upon entering.
“Manager, there’s no one here,” the head bodyguard reported after sweeping his gaze around.
Third-floor private room.
Shen Jiyun pinned Fang Fengqin’s waist, looking down at his face, which carried a trace of lingering anger.
Full of spirit, with a pair of cat-like eyes glaring fiercely, the hooked inner corners and upturned outer arcs really did make him look like a little cat.
“Get off!” Fang Fengqin snapped in a harsh tone.
Just moments ago in his panic, he had been pulled along by Shen Jiyun to escape through a secret door, making their way all the way to the third floor via the emergency stairwell.
Seeing the man’s gaze grow increasingly profound, Fang Fengqin hardened his heart and delivered a sharp slap across his face with a slap.
Young Master Fang had never hit anyone in the face before, always sticking to fists, but this precedent was broken by Shen Jiyun.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed between them, and Shen Jiyun’s expression instantly turned chillingly cold.
“Fang Fengqin,” he squeezed the words out through the crack of his lips with a threat, “you’re asking to be disciplined, aren’t you?”
“Why don’t you let me bite you back and see how you like it!” Fang Fengqin sneered. “Are you fucking barking dogs by nature, Shen Jiyun? Look closely, I am an alpha, not an omega!”
Shen Jiyun smiled gently. “Young Master Fang, your entire body is covered in my scent.”
“White pine, does it smell good?”
Fang Fengqin fell abruptly silent, casting a suspicious look at Shen Jiyun.
“Do you know what I think every time you appear in front of me reeking of this scent?”
Using his fingertips, Shen Jiyun gently stroked the corner of Fang Fengqin’s lips. Amidst the other’s stunned gaze, he abruptly flipped him over.
His lips brushed lightly against the swollen gland, resembling a lingering kiss.
Fang Fengqin’s body shuddered, wanting to curl up in a ball, but he was held in place by the waist by the person behind him.
“I want to give you all my pheromones.” Before his words fully faded, Shen Jiyun bit down once more.
Shocked right where he stood, Fang Fengqin even forgot to struggle for a moment.
This shameless Shen Jiyun, just biting him wasn’t enough; his hand actually slid inside along the hem of his clothes.
Fang Fengqin instinctively arched his body, emitting a short gasp with a dazed and helpless expression on his face.
“Take, take it out.” His voice already carried a slight nasal whine. The alpha’s pheromones were far too tyrannical, and having been marked multiple times recently, Fang Fengqin was easily swept straight into a wave of heat.
With his cheek pressed against the sofa, tears hovered on the edge of his eye sockets, about to fall, as he stared blankly into empty space.
Shen Jiyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down a few times.
God knew how badly he wanted to pry open the legs of the person beneath him and fuck him senseless right here.
Such a slut.
He heavily gripped Fang Fengqin’s neck, releasing his pheromones directly into his withered gland until the person beneath him broke into soft, helpless sobs, only then feeling satisfied.