Su Muran left in a frantic rush, leaving behind only a black encrypted flash drive and a thin assessment report.
Shen Yanzhou sat on the sofa, his detached gaze falling on the final line of red text—
【Compatibility Match: 99.99%】
In Hong Kong, a “fated pair” was the kind of gossip estate housewives loved to chew over at mahjong tables, an ultimate stroke of luck rarer than drawing a Thirteeen Orphans hand from a self-muck. But in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes, these words were nothing but a hassle, a total physiological hijacking.
“Heh.” He let out a brief scoff, crumpling the “ultimate fortune” that others would practically beg for into a ball and tossing it carelessly into the wastebasket.
“Thirty Million.”
“Present.”
“Come up with me.” He rose from the sofa, his bare feet padding toward the second-floor study.
This space was reserved exclusively for his work and handling confidential family matters; normally, he didn’t allow anyone else inside. He hadn’t expected to break his rule today for this piece of trouble.
“Close the door. Draw the curtains properly.”
“Then, pull up a chair and sit over here.”
Following his orders, the man brought a chair over and sat down cautiously beside Shen Yanzhou. The space beneath the desk wasn’t spacious, and the man’s legs were simply too long; even while doing his utmost to curl himself in, his knees inevitably brushed against the side of Shen Yanzhou’s leg beneath the silk sleep trousers.
Scalding hot and unyielding.
Shen Yanzhou furrowed his brow slightly but said nothing, inserting the flash drive Su Muran had left behind into the computer with a cold face.
Normally, for a task like introductory instruction, Su Muran should have handled it as a medical duty. But he completely didn’t expect this young master of the Su family, who usually spouted righteousness and morals, to toss his medical ethics to the dogs at the critical juncture, dumping the flash drive and fleeing.
Shen Yanzhou let out a sigh, feeling a bit irritated.
There was no alternative. If he truly waited until his heat cycle hit and this clumsy dog who knew nothing went charging around blindly, ruining his fragile reproductive chamber, he would be the one suffering the consequences.
Holding the mouse, he turned his head to look at the man beside him whose hands were placed properly on his knees. He asked, “When you were in the Kowloon Walled City, did you study?”
The man gripped his trouser fabric awkwardly, a flash of embarrassment appearing deep in his eyes as his voice dropped low:
“Master jokes.”
“In that mud-pit, being able to fill one’s stomach is a massive fortune. Where would anyone find spare cash to study… that’s a matter for refined people.”
“So you’re illiterate?” Shen Yanzhou’s brow twisted instantly. If he was illiterate, how was this lesson supposed to proceed? For those complex physiological structures and precautions, did he have to lead his hand step-by-step, pointing out every single area for him to touch?
“No… not illiterate,” the man explained in a hurry, terrified of being rejected. “Though I never properly attended school, I… I taught myself a bit.”
“Self-taught?”
“Mm.” The man lifted his head, his gaze sincere. “Back when I washed dishes in the back alley of a tea restaurant in Mong Kok, I would pick up old newspapers thrown away by diners to read. When I ran into characters I didn’t recognize, I’d ask the student kids who came to eat. Sometimes I’d help them fight a few brawls didn’t want money, just wanted them to teach me a couple of characters.”
As he spoke, he pressed his lips together with some embarrassment, revealing a slightly simple, foolish smile. “Later, I’d also go to the secondhand book stalls on Apliu Street to scavenge books to read… Everyday reading and writing isn’t an issue, it’s just that my handwriting is ugly, like crawling insects.”
Shen Yanzhou’s gaze fell onto the twisted old scars winding across his wrist.
An image flashed unbidden in his mind: a greasy, slick back alley in Sham Shui Po, where a youth covered in wounds shrank beneath a dim yellow streetlamp, like a wild weed driving through concrete, draining that desperately measly drop of nourishment with all his might. Crude, savage, yet possessing a lifecycle that left one’s heart hammering with panic.
His heart softened a fraction uncomfortably. “As long as you can comprehend it, it’s fine.”
He casually pulled a Montblanc fountain pen from the penholder, retrieved a brand-new notebook, and pushed them before the man.
“This pen and notebook are yours. Take down the key points.”
With that, he clicked open the file inside the flash drive, finding a high-definition medical anatomical diagram: 【Detailed Internal Structure Diagram of the Male Omega Reproductive Chamber】.
Pink cavernous tissue, a complex pattern of blood vessels, a narrow and deep corridor, and the reproductive chamber itself. Under this visual impact, the air in the study turned sticky within moments.
“Look at the screen,” Shen Yanzhou detected the man’s gaze glued to his face and said flatly, “Don’t look at me.”
The man compliantly pulled his gaze away from his detached, cold, and brilliant profile.
“This is the unique structure of the conceiving chamber.” Shen Yanzhou’s fingers were blindingly white, his tip pushing inward along the narrow virtual corridor.
“Right here is the entrance.”
“Normally, it is completely sealed, the muscle tissue exceptionally tight, like a deadlocked door.” He tilted his head, his gaze settling on the man.
“Dr. Su mentioned your scale is anomalous. This indicates you are an non-standard, violent intruder.”
“Therefore, at this position,” he drew a circle before that narrow pass, “you must slow your pace. There must be sufficient patience and groundwork.”
“If you dare use brute force and cause a tear…” Shen Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, warning him: “I’ll chop that criminal tool of yours off and feed it to the fish in Victoria Harbour.”
“Take it down.”
“Yes, Master.”
The man lowered his head, writing down in a crooked, uneven hand inside the notebook:
【It is very fragile, cannot use brute force, must wait for the door to open on its own.】
“Next is here,” his finger stopped on an exceptionally concealed, specific point.
No matter how businesslike Shen Yanzhou tried to remain, the tips of his ears still flushed red uncomfortably when pointing here. He bypassed it at a rapid speaking pace. “If you want the ‘door’ to open smoothly, you can’t just drive in blindly. You have to grind.”
The moment the words fell, the man snapped his head up, those clear puppy eyes entirely filled with a thirst for knowledge, yet his gaze was scalding hot.
“Grind? Master… what kind of grinding method is that?” He tilted his head slightly, gesturing innocently: “Is it grinding across heavily? Or… holding back strength to grind bit by bit?”
An intensely dangerous question, yet paired with an intensely sincere face.
“Are you truly stupid or just playing dumb? Where is an Alpha’s instinct?”
“I have no experience…” the man looked aggrieved. “I fear if I make a mistake, Master will be uncomfortable.”
“Furthermore… just looking at the diagram, I don’t know where it is either. Master, how does this place feel to touch?”
This man was truly a piece of trouble.
And he, the young master of the Shen family, actually had to personally teach this man how to f— him and make him feel good inside this dim study. If this ever leaked out, it would likely become the biggest joke of the year in Hong Kong.
But if he didn’t teach him, this clumsy dog would probably torture him to half-death. After all, even for a simple task like blowing him moments ago, this person had performed atrociously.
“When the time comes… watch my reaction,” he bypassed it with vague phrasing, rapidly shifting his finger to the final point the reproductive chamber.
The man’s peripheral vision greedily clung to Shen Yanzhou’s pinkish-white fingertips. With every movement of those fingers, he could feel the fire in his lower abdomen burn a fraction hotter.
Damn it.
The scent belonging to Shen Yanzhou in the air was too close so close he could even see the fine, soft down hairs behind his ear. He needed to utilize every ounce of his willpower just to restrain himself from grabbing that hand, from pinning this person who was solemnly teaching him how to “make love” onto the desk to do it until the end of time.
Detecting the man dazing, Shen Yanzhou tweaked his ear. “Focus.”
“This is a key point.”
He locked his hand around the man’s wrist, spreading that massive, highly dominant palm open, his fingertip drawing an exceptionally minute boundary at the center of the palm print.
“The entrance there is only this narrow.”
“Your scale is too dangerous. Therefore, the process must remain controlled. Locking inside me is absolutely prohibited.”
“Otherwise, it will directly tear the most fragile area on my inner side. When that happens, forget a child I’ll be killed directly on the bed by you.”
The edges of Shen Yanzhou’s eyes flushed red, his gaze sharp: “I only want a child; I do not require a permanent mark from you. Do you understand?”
“Understood.” His voice was raspy, his gaze stubbornly fixed on Shen Yanzhou’s pale, tense face, as if wanting to verify whether the person before him truly would shatter.
Then, he lowered his head like a schoolchild who had done wrong, drawing stroke by stroke, writing the final line of text into the notebook with extreme force. Because he used too much strength, the ink bled through to the back of the paper, the characters as ugly as crawling insects, leaking a touch of clumsiness.
Written upon it was—
【Cannot make Master hurt, Master’s life is more important than anything.】
Staring at these crooked characters, Shen Yanzhou’s heart softened inexplicably, a sudden heat hitting his eyes. He turned his face away in panic.
“Since you’ve memorized it, pack the notebook away and leave. I still have several emails to handle.”
The man obediently snapped the notebook shut but showed no intention of leaving. He lifted his head, his eyes burning as he stared at him.
“Master.”
“What now?”
“Then we… when do we do this kind of thing?”
Shen Yanzhou looked at his helpless demeanor. Recalling Su Muran mentioning he was a virgin, and remembering him saying he hadn’t met anyone he wanted to sleep with in that mud-pit, he guessed the man was likely nervous.
In truth, how was he any different?
For twenty-nine years, he had rolled through this hypocritical, filthy vanity fair, witnessing countless skins, yet he had never allowed anyone near his body. Now, he was about to perform the most intimate act with this purchased man.
Better to clarify things with him.
“I am not doing this with you because I like you. I merely want a child.”
“To put it another way, both you and I are being forced.”
“Master, I…” He desperately wanted to explain, but Shen Yanzhou cut him off.
“To ensure you can comprehend it clearly, I’ll give you an analogy.”
“Thirty Million, do you know what a ‘vibrator’ is?”
The man nodded blankly.
“Good.” Shen Yanzhou explained expressionlessly: “Just consider yourself a vibrator.”
“When my heat cycle hits and I need to use you, I will naturally take you out. When you aren’t needed, you stay lying obediently inside your box.”
Hearing this intensely insulting “tool theory,” zero anger or shame appeared on the man’s face. Instead, he shifted forward half an inch, instantly crowding out all of Shen Yanzhou’s breathing space.
A scent of cedar, cutting through the scent blocker, forcefully drove into Shen Yanzhou’s nasal cavity.
Shen Yanzhou’s body gradually softened, his waist backing against the bookcase, leaving him with no path of retreat. The man kept his head lowered, his hot breath puffing against his collarbone, his voice entirely muffled:
“But… Master.”
“Right now, I…”
Before the man could finish his words, the room door was suddenly thrown open in a rush.
Shen Xici’s face, usually as refined as jade and fiercely eloquent in court, was dark to an absolute extreme at this moment. He stared at his brother the one he had placed on a pedestal since childhood, never letting anyone so much as touch his clothes who was currently softening his waist and flushing his face under the scrutiny of a wild man.
Shen Xici’s adam’s apple slid, a murky, indistinguishable mix of excitement and jealous fury surging deep in his eyes.
“Brother… what did you just say…”
“You want him to be your what?”