“I’m going to give your club’s male models a bad review! Where’s the boss? Where is your boss?”
The receptionist didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, cautiously looking at the man supporting his waist in front of him, and whispered, “M-Mr. Shen, actually, the one who left with you the night before last is our boss.”
Shen Zui laughed in anger.
“Is your club so down on its luck that even the boss has to personally take on clients?”
In reality, this matter had to be traced back to half a year ago, when he transmigrated into the world and became the cannon fodder scumbag husband of the male lead in a popular harem novel.
According to the original plot, he would go crazy, torment the Omega male lead, and eventually be driven to bankruptcy by the male lead’s numerous suitors, ending up in a miserable state.
Fortunately, Shen Zui had bound a rebate system. As long as he diligently played the role of the cannon fodder scumbag and successfully executed a Death Escape after the plot concluded, the system would refund him every penny he lost to bankruptcy.
Thus, to maintain his scumbag persona, he occasionally visited male model clubs to pretend to have some fun.
In truth, his current body was a defective Alpha—he couldn’t even smell any pheromones, making him practically no different from a Beta.
This was also the reason why Shen Zui in the book became twisted and tormented the male lead. After all, what difference was there between an Alpha who couldn’t mark an Omega and an impotent man?
The night before last, hearing that a new club had opened in City A, he deliberately went there and even ordered a Little O Male Model wearing a fox mask. The room was dimly lit with a pinkish glow, making it hard to see faces clearly. At first glance, he only thought the other person had a good figure—a slim waist, long legs, probably nice to the touch, and a perky butt.
But before long, Shen Zui sensed something was off.
Which Omega had such great strength?!
And then, things spiraled completely out of control.
Shen Zui was pinned down on the bed by that man and thoroughly *ed for two days and two nights, even the back of his neck was left red, swollen, and burning.
When he finally woke up from his coma, his entire body ached terribly, and the fox-masked man was long gone.
What made him even angrier was that the man had taken his underwear with him before leaving!
He, a fake pervert, had probably encountered a real one.
At this moment, standing at the reception desk, Shen Zui gritted his teeth so hard they almost shattered, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
“Where exactly is your boss?”
It was nothing short of a humiliating disgrace.
He was certain that, even though he couldn’t smell pheromones, that person was definitely an Alpha.
The receptionist, sweating profusely under his glare, tremblingly handed over a phone.
“Mr. Shen, our boss said to ask you to add his contact.”
Shen Zui glared at him fiercely, picked up the phone, and scanned the QR code.
After adding the contact, he narrowed his eyes again, his tone dangerous.
“Your club knows how to protect clients’ privacy, right?”
The receptionist hurriedly nodded frantically.
“Yes, yes! Mr. Shen, rest assured, our club absolutely keeps clients’ information confidential!”
In reality, their club had only ever served one customer—this Mr. Shen. In fact, the entire club had been deliberately rented out by their boss to lure Mr. Shen in.
Shen Zui sneered coldly.
“Hmph.”
The next second, he turned around and slammed the door shut as he left.
Shen Zui pulled open the car door and forced himself to sit in the driver’s seat.
He had barely sat down when his expression changed. Gritting his teeth, he took off his jacket again, carefully folded it, and placed it beneath him, finally feeling somewhat more comfortable.
Leaning back in the chair, he stared gloomily at his phone.
That bastard male model boss had accepted his friend request almost the second he sent it.
Shen Zui clicked into the other person’s social media feed, only to find it completely blank—clean and empty, with nothing at all. It looked exactly like a small account specifically used for contacting people.
He sneered coldly and directly forwarded the person’s contact card to his secretary, Xiao Li.
[Shen Zui: Investigate this for me. I want to know exactly who this person is.]
Xiao Li replied almost instantly.
After all, Shen Zui had been out of contact for two days.
Ever since six months ago, when Shen Zui went horseback riding and was kicked in the head by a horse, it was as if he had been replaced with a different person, his behavior growing increasingly outrageous.
Fortunately, Shen Zui’s assistant—also his husband, Mr. Jiang—was relatively reliable. Otherwise, Xiao Li felt that the Shen Group would inevitably collapse sooner or later.
Nowadays, Shen Zui was practically a philanthropist in the investment world.
Out of every ten projects Shen Zui took a liking to, nine would end up losing money, and the one that hadn’t yet lost money would see its partners withdraw their investments and flee before it had the chance.
[Xiao Li: Understood, Mr. Shen. Also, there are several documents at the company that require your signature. I’ve already had them delivered to your home.]
Shen Zui patted Xiao Li with satisfaction.
Although Xiao Li was just a minor character in the plot, he was incredibly reliable. Thanks to him, Shen Zui hardly had to worry about the company. Usually, he only needed to sign a few documents and symbolically invest in a few projects he liked.
Shen Zui started the car and drove all the way back to his large villa.
As soon as he entered, he saw the male lead, Jiang Songyue, sitting on the living room sofa.
Jiang Songyue was looking down, his wrist slightly red and swollen, carefully applying ointment to it.
Shen Zui’s gaze fell on that tube of ointment, and it felt like a long-awaited rain after a drought.
But the next moment, he immediately put on an impatient expression.
“Why aren’t you working?”
Shen Zui frowned as he glanced around the living room.
“The villa is such a mess. Can’t you see?”
As he spoke, he casually grabbed a wooden ruler from the cabinet and stormed over to Jiang Songyue.
“You’re nothing more than a plaything your Jiang family sent over. What’s with the act of purity here?”
With that, he deliberately grabbed Jiang Songyue’s uninjured wrist, raised the wooden ruler, and struck his palm heavily.
Smack, smack—two strikes.
Originally, in the plot, he was supposed to frequently burn Jiang Songyue’s palm with cigarette butts.
But Shen Zui didn’t smoke.
So he simply took a different approach, specifically having someone custom-make this small wooden ruler.
However, Shen Zui completely failed to notice that Jiang Songyue’s face, after being struck, instead flushed with an unusual hint of red.
Why did he always only strike the palm?
Couldn’t he… change to another spot?
Meanwhile, Shen Zui took advantage of the opportunity to casually swipe the ointment Jiang Songyue had placed on the armrest of the sofa.
Jiang Songyue pretended not to notice Shen Zui’s actions.
It was his own fault, after all.
He had indeed pushed Shen Zui a bit too hard these past two days.
Shen Zui didn’t know that if he could smell pheromones, he would realize he was practically covered in Jiang Songyue’s scent.
“Husband, I was wrong.”
Jiang Songyue lowered his head, his voice soft, making it impossible to see his expression.
Only then did Shen Zui stop, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“Hmph, that’s more like it.”
He tossed the wooden ruler aside.
“Later, go upstairs and hand wash the clothes I changed out of, got it? No scowling, and no using the washing machine!”
Jiang Songyue replied softly, “Mm.”
Only then did Shen Zui turn around and leisurely head upstairs.
Once he reached the second floor and confirmed he was out of sight from below, his expression instantly fell.
“Ouch!”
Shen Zui grimaced in pain.
Damn it, it hurt like hell.
Now even walking was a struggle.
Back in the bedroom, he threw his clothes on the floor and sat naked on the edge of the bed.
In the mirror, his body was covered in bruises, scattered with a few ambiguous bite marks.
[Trigger Warning]: Main shou, all, universally adored, no side couples, all pure, mixed kinks, no mpreg, later includes a small amount of forced elements, Black Room, etc.
A small portion of Alpha and Omega characters will undergo secondary differentiation into E, which will cause their body types and heights to gradually change in the early to mid stages, eventually making them all taller than the protagonist. No short gongs.
Additionally, the author is a frequent visitor to the Black Room. Please bookmark, add to your library, and follow in time to avoid suddenly disappearing one day.