The upper floors of New Port City had already been restricted from entry, and the meticulously arranged aerial jungle had become a nest for an Alpha’s differentiation.
The bright moonlight poured in through the transparent glass walls, and sweat covered pale skin, dampening Lu Baixi’s uniform shirt and revealing his slender yet powerful waistline. Even the faint, looming contours of his muscles were breathtaking.
The messy, raven-black hair at his forehead was damp, and his tulip pheromones deep in the space were intensely ingrained to the bone. The consenting Omega did not feel oppressed at all; because of the pheromones that were in extreme genetic fusion, he was kissing with utmost enjoyment the initial differentiation of the Alpha’s knot that belonged solely to him.
The coquettish red roses clung recklessly to the Alpha’s overbearing and aggressive pheromones, looking like a careful and submissive bow before him.
Once permitted by the Alpha, all the fear and pressure that pheromones normally brought to people were completely transformed into a possessiveness imposed upon the Omega.
Omegas were creatures that would naturally treat this as the ultimate reward and sense of security.
No matter how ferocious an Alpha might be, their pheromones would still present a protective posture toward the Omega lingering with them.
The coercion brought pleasure, and the tyranny bestowed a craving.
They were a natural match carved into the depths of their genetics.
The tremor deep within the soul overlapped with the Alpha instincts in his flesh and blood, dragging Lu Baixi into a hazy, decadent delirium.
He had never tasted such thrilling pleasure; those bouts of endurance and pain actually turned into a tingling numbness thanks to the Omega’s soft lips and tongue, allowing the desires threatening to burst through his skin to be met and appeased.
Even the pores exuding pheromones during the rut were covered and obediently submissive to the Omega’s docile red rose fragrance. From his own intermittent breathing, Lu Baixi could hear the subtle wet sounds produced by Yan Chenhuan’s kissing and licking.
He did not know how the other person handled those surging, thick pheromones; he seemed tireless.
Even the moon in the sky had shifted significantly, yet Yan Chenhuan merely repeated his provocations, swallowing up all of his roughness and tyranny one by one.
The pheromones exploding in the space grew so viscous that they generated water vapor, turning into sweat beads shared between them.
Do you really not want to touch me? Yan Chenhuan’s mouth was filled with the sharp yet elegant scent of tulip pheromones. He propped himself up, coughed lightly, licked his lips, and looked up at him.
Lu Baixi lowered his gaze to meet his eyes, the heavy desire within his own gaze as blatant as a raging fire. Yet strangely, there was neither joy nor excitement in his expression.
The youth’s burning fingertips pinched Yan Chenhuan’s jaw and dragged him close, causing Yan Chenhuan to obediently tilt his face forward.
Lu Baixi’s gaze nailed itself onto Yan Chenhuan’s nearly chapped lips, his voice hoarse and deep: Aren’t you afraid I’ll mark you?
Why should I be afraid? Yan Chenhuan’s flushed face bloomed with a light, easy smile. He grabbed Lu Baixi’s wrist and lowered his head to kiss the back of his hand. My little master marking me, isn’t that only natural?
Lu Baixi’s already-lost rational thoughts instantly vanished into thin air. A sharp pain erupted at the back of his neck, as if something was tearing through flesh and blood and growing wildly.
Following this, the tulip pheromones suddenly surged out manifold. In the already viscous air, the scorching desire and the Alpha’s continuously intensifying pheromones formed an ocean, completely swallowing the two of them.
What marking? What about doing this with other people?
Has he ever done this kind of thing with anyone else?
Why is he so skilled?
How many people’s pheromones has he tasted?
Has anyone ever bitten the glands on his neck?
What about inside?!
Has he ever been thoroughly marked by an Alpha?!
Lu Baixi’s mind was filled with one inescapable question after another regarding possessiveness and instinct, leaving before his eyes only an Omega willing to let him vent.
After the concentration of surrounding pheromones rose to yet another dimension, Lu Baixi, carrying the full-bodied scent of tulips, pinched Yan Chenhuan’s neck until it turned red. Like catching a helpless and soft fox, he flipped over and pressed the Omega tightly into a field of shattered flowers.
His hand, grabbing the collar, lacked the patience to unbutton it, reaching down instead to grope at the waistband of the Omega’s suit trousers. Like a beast confirming its prey, he took a deep breath in the crook of Yan Chenhuan’s neck, no anger provoked, not a single trace of anyone else’s scent.
Everything belonged to him alone.
The Omega’s sensitive body heated up drastically, and the immense aggressive implication of the Alpha pressing against him brought satisfaction. Yan Chenhuan wanted to take the initiative to undo the topmost button of his shirt, which he had meticulously cleaned and neatly buttoned up before heading out this time.
Instead, he heard the crisp sound of fabric tearing, and a chill hit his thighs.
Throughout the entire night, from moonset to sunrise, the Alpha did not stop for a single moment.
Yan Chenhuan was covered from head to toe in the sticky, solid entity of the Alpha’s dried and reapplied pheromones. He had long known that although Lu Baixi possessed the prickly, fiery temper of a fierce phoenix, his upbringing and innate innocence were deeply rooted.
He was kind and gentle.
The two of them belonged to completely different worlds.
His own veneer of gentlemanly conduct was merely a fancy, decorative glass cup used at a dining table, one that could be discarded at any moment. If someone were to call him a hypocritical beast, he wouldn’t object.
However, the differentiation period was a time when an Alpha could completely lose their sanity. Even an S-grade Alpha would degenerate into an animal whose mind was filled exclusively with violation and marking. How on earth was Lu Baixi able to hold back from marking him?
Yan Chenhuan couldn’t figure it out.
Taking advantage of Lu Baixi’s feverish delirium, he frequently injected himself with a few doses of suppressants just to keep his mind from being entirely controlled by desire.
And yet, Lu Baixi was an Alpha currently undergoing differentiation
Yan Chenhuan stood up with unsteady footsteps, completely unable to steady himself. Swaying, he grabbed onto the dining table for support, drank the remaining red wine from a bottle to quench his thirst, and dialed Housekeeper Lin’s phone.
The first wave of the outbreak should be over. You can let people in now. Wait! Haah!
His loose collar was suddenly grabbed and forcefully pressed down onto the dining table. A wine bottle tumbled off, shattering a mess of glass across the floor.
The red wine quickly spread like fresh blood, filled with the dangerous, bloody scent characteristic of the approaching Alpha.
Lu Baixi’s sharp, gloomy voice pressed right against his ear: Who do you want to find?
Yan Chenhuan’s lower limbs, coated in the Alpha’s leftover pheromones, went weak, and he would have slid down entirely had Lu Baixi’s strength not kept him pinned. Yan Chenhuan coughed a few times violently, reaching out to grab the Alpha’s hand, only to have his wrist tightly pinned against the table as well.
I was just calling Uncle Lin, he rasped hoarsely. There’s no food or supplements left here. Your differentiation requires them; otherwise, it will damage the physical constitution of your still-maturing glands.
Lu Baixi seemed unable to process his words clearly. Without giving him a chance to offer further excuses, he pressed down aggressively onto Yan Chenhuan’s waist.
When Lu Family medical personnel finally received permission to enter, the Alpha undergoing initial differentiation was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, resting. He hadn’t even taken off his uniform shirt bearing the school emblem; only his belt was undone, and his breathtaking facial features were flushed with desire, his red lips and dark hair appearing all the more striking and bright, making others too intimidated to gaze for long.
His breathing was steady and deep, resembling a divine bird resting and meditating amidst trial by fire.
In stark contrast was the Omega who had just raised himself up from Lu Baixi’s side. Aside from the tattered shirt hanging from his upper body, every inch of his exposed skin was stained with sticky pheromones.
There were even dried splashes on the Omega’s eyelashes.
Even for well-trained medical professionals, this was their first time witnessing such a fierce differentiation scene. The bedraggled, twisted blue-rose flowerbed had been completely flattened.
The floor, stained with scarlet red wine, broken glass, and various smashed objects, lay strewn about.
Especially the breathtakingly beautiful Alpha resting with closed eyes, his pheromones off the charts yet looking unearthly, alongside the drenched, sticky, and completely unbothered Omega.
It was bizarre yet harmonious, coexisting within this aerial jungle crafted from blue roses.
The Omega’s body still bore numerous skin abrasions caused by friction and tearing.
To reach a point where the skin was chafed raw enough to ooze blood was an unexpected severity, even for an S-grade Omega.
After all, Omegas naturally possessed the capacity to help Alphas vent, with body structures and skin naturally adapting to accommodate them, let alone an S-grade Omega.
Yan Chenhuan wasn’t surprised by this. After all, this was Lu Baixi, the most elite of Alphas. It was just a bit troublesome that he couldn’t stand up right now.
Supported by two people, he didn’t even frown.
Housekeeper Lin wore a full protective suit; the concentration of Alpha pheromones here had soared to a level requiring tactical support, and everyone in the building had been evacuated just to accommodate an S-grade Alpha in his rut.
Young Master Yan, you’ve been wronged, Lin said.
Yan Chenhuan bit down on his bruised lip, tasting blood mixed with the liquid flavor of Alpha pheromones.
It should be the young master who was wronged, he remarked generously.
Housekeeper Lin froze for a moment.
Yan Chenhuan smiled under Lin’s puzzled gaze: The young master wasn’t very satisfied with me.
Covered from head to neck in the most primitive human traces of lust, flushed, and wearing the elegance of a romantic young master right down to his expression.
Whatever remained no longer concerned him. After returning home, Yan Chenhuan soaked in the bathtub for a long time without washing away the traces. The warm water in the tub absorbed the scent of tulips left on his body, blending inextricably with his own red roses into a pool of spring water.
All of these were evidence of his intimacy with Lu Baixi.
If this could even be called intimacy.
He touched the completely undamaged glands at the back of his neck, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.
An physically adult Alpha with late-maturing glands undergoing an explosive differentiation, yet he didn’t grant a single temporary mark on the neck, let alone possess the Omega’s reproductive tract.
Could anyone really rely purely on willpower, without any technological means, to resist the cravings carved into their genetics?
Or did Lu Baixi truly, desperately want nothing to do with marking him?
Yan Chenhuan used the warm bathwater to wipe his face, then sank downward, plunging deep beneath the surface of the pool.