In a dim garden, a petite young woman was cornered by two tall men.
One of her hands was held fast, her chin forced up by another’s grip.
“How dare you!
I am the young miss of the Mite family!
Do you have a death wish, treating me like this?!!!”
“Miss Mite’s lips are so lovely, but the words that come out of them are not so pleasant.” Demar’s obsidian eyes darkened as if ink had been spilled into them.
“Who cares what she says?
Once she drinks this, she’ll be begging me to mark her.”
Quik pulled a vial of blood-red potion from the inner pocket of his suit.
He crudely snapped off one end with his thumb.
A dark glint flashed in Demar’s eyes.
He watched calmly as Quik pried open the young woman’s jaw and poured the potion in, his dark-skinned fingers even stirring inside her mouth for a moment.
Quik’s rough actions made the corners of Wen Ran’s eyes turn red as tears streamed down.
Demar cradled her face, gently wiping her tears away.
“Miss Mite is even more pitifully lovely when she cries.”
The liquid was spicy and irritating as it went down her throat, and a searing heat soon erupted like magma within her.
SNAP~
Demar, by some unknown means, had removed the Smart Brain from Wen Ran’s wrist.
Mite’s legs grew weak, her waist held fast in Demar’s grasp.
Inwardly, she prayed for Ize to come faster.
“Demar, you first?
Or me?”
Quik asked, feigning generosity, the fire in his eyes about to spill over.
Demar smiled, shook his head, and released the young woman from his arms, taking two steps back.
Satisfied with Demar’s tact, Quik bent down, hoisted Wen Ran onto his shoulder, and walked toward the bushes nearby.
The bushes rustled.
Demar’s eyes darkened.
He rubbed his fingertips together, recalling the exquisite sensation from just a moment ago.
The dim surroundings further stimulated the male’s base instincts.
Quik’s large hands ripped the collar of Wen Ran’s formal dress to shreds.
He released his own pheromones, thinking them utterly captivating.
The foul stench that assaulted her senses made Wen Ran gag twice.
Quik burned with rage.
He grabbed the young woman’s wrist, baring his teeth as he lowered his head.
“So what if you find me disgusting?
Tonight, your entire body will be tainted with my scent.”
The diamond bracelet on her wrist was crushed in Quik’s grip, the black stone embedded in it pressed down hard.
「Rose Manor」
You Bufan sat on his bed with one knee bent, toying with a red rose in his hand, occasionally bringing it to his nose to sniff.
But no matter how he smelled it, the fragrance of the flower in his hand was not as captivating as the scent on his arrogant little kitten.
‘To think I’d develop feelings for someone who hurt and humiliated me…’
‘…How pathetic.’
Suddenly, the rose fell onto the bed, and a sharp pain shot through his heart.
Meanwhile, Ize grew more and more uneasy, his foot pressing harder and harder on the accelerator.
He had sent Wen Ran a message while waiting at a red light just now, but so much time had passed with no reply, filling him with a panic he had never felt before.
He couldn’t stop the images of Wen Ran in heat from surfacing in his mind—that alluring appearance.
He didn’t dare imagine what would happen to her like this, thrown into a pack of hungry wolves.
「Shengshi Back Garden」
Wen Ran’s body felt like it was on fire.
Quik stared at her with a burning gaze, his lust unconcealed.
“Wen Ran, if you just beg me to be gentle with you, you’ll find pleasure.”
This woman dared to find him disgusting.
He would make her beg him like a dog, to surrender and plead to him.
Wen Ran bit down hard on her lower lip, blood trickling from its peak.
The cloyingly sweet fragrance of roses made Quik stand up.
Under the scorching heat, Wen Ran’s body was slick with sweat.
Her vision blurred; she could no longer see the person in front of her clearly.
Her throat was parched.
“Bro…
Brother.”
Quik glanced down at himself.
No longer holding back, he took a step forward, about to pull her into his arms and ravage her at will.
Just then, a figure stepped out.
“Stop!”
It was a man with white hair, silver-gray eyes, and a slender frame.
Hearing the commotion, Demar hurried over.
When he saw the extra person, his brow furrowed, his obsidian eyes turning sharp.
“Klein Jincla?”
“That’s right.
I’ve already notified the interstellar police.
They’ll be here soon.”
“You fucking rabbit, you dare ruin my fun?
You’ve got a death wish!”
His ‘fun’ interrupted just as he was getting excited, Quik’s crimson eyes looked ready to split with rage.
Demar said, “Quik, once the emergency button is pressed, the interstellar police will arrive within five minutes.
We should go.”
Quik shook off Demar’s hand, his face full of unwillingness.
“You’re all trying to stop me, but I am going to mark her today.”
His large hand hooked around Wen Ran’s neck, and he bared his fangs, about to bite the gland on the back of her neck.
A steady set of footsteps sounded, followed by Ize’s urgent voice.
“Wen Ran!
Ruanruan, where are you?”
“Damn it, it’s Ize Mite!!!” Demar’s expression changed drastically.
Ize often represented the Imperial City in public announcements, so his voice was familiar to everyone.
Quik retracted his fangs and shot Klein a furious glare.
“Wen Ran, you’re lucky this time!”
Demar’s face was grim.
“Miss Mite, if you don’t want anything to happen to this ‘Good Samaritan’ next to you, it would be best to forget what happened today.”
Klein’s gentle brows furrowed.
“Miss Mite, don’t worry about me.
Bad people should get the punishment they deserve.”
“Miss Mite, I’ve said all I’m going to say.”
The second before Ize appeared, Demar vanished into the darkness.
“Ruanruan.” The familiar scent of rose nectar reached his nose, and Ize’s heart settled slightly.
But when he pushed aside the bushes and saw the young woman clinging to a strange man, an icy chill instantly rose around him.
He strode forward and snatched Wen Ran from Klein’s arms, his eyes cold as ice.
Wen Ran smelled the familiar scent of cedar and instinctively pressed closer.
Her long, pale arms wrapped around Ize’s neck, the soft crook of her elbow brushing against his prominent Adam’s apple.
“Brother~” the young woman’s voice was soft and sweet, like a kitten seeking affection.
Ize’s deep blue eyes darkened as he felt the scorching temperature of the young woman’s skin in his arms.
And her flushed cheeks, visible even in the dark of night.
She was in heat again!
The discomfort in her body made Wen Ran squirm restlessly.
“Give…
give it to me.”
“So hot.”
While Ize was distracted, Wen Ran’s hand slipped inside his black-and-gold Lieutenant General Uniform, wrinkling the white undershirt beneath.
Ize caught her restless hand.
He took off his Junior General’s uniform and draped it over her, then soothed her in a soft voice.
“Be good.
Brother will take you home now.”
Because there was a stranger present, their relationship couldn’t be overly intimate in public.
He could only half-embrace, half-carry her away.
But under the influence of the drug and the male pheromones, Wen Ran’s body felt even more unbearable.
This caused her own pheromones to erupt, the rich scent of rose nectar soaring into the sky.
Pink roses were brazenly releasing their fragrance, trying to attract the surrounding butterflies and bees to stay.
Swarms of wild bees and wanton butterflies came whistling, but a small, pale-golden lion stood guard beside her.
It sent warnings, threats, and demonstrations of power to the approaching insects, telling them to stay away.
Ize, being closest to her, was hit by the intense impact of her pheromones.
His spiritual power began to run rampant at a visible rate.
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The vast garden was pitch black, illuminated only by the dim yellow path lights along the tree-lined, stone-paved stairs.
Ize endured the soul-tearing pain and continued walking forward with Wen Ran.
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