MWMM Chapter 26: He Might Be a Pervert at Heart
by justmistyFacing the mirror, he applied gland maintenance lotion to the spot with two deep bite marks, slowly spreading it with his fingers. The slight burning sensation at the gland eased considerably, and a cool feeling from the wound spread, soothing every pore.
Unexpectedly, Shen Ci was a silent yet meticulous person.
Yesterday, he had a phone call with his roommate, Xiao Mu, who told him how Shen Ci had rushed to the school upon learning of his heat, how he had forcefully kept Xiao Mu out of the dorm, and how fiercely protective Shen Ci had been when he carried him out after he fainted.
Yan Yuzhou was stunned. These were aspects of Shen Ci he hadn’t known. Could it be that the cold, unapproachable man had such a side to him?
It must be the alpha’s irresistible possessiveness towards an omega with high compatibility. No matter how aloof he appeared, in this ABO world, no one could escape the inherent physiological rules.
Including Yan Yuzhou himself.
Yan Yuzhou touched the bite marks on his neck, a sense of despair welling up inside him. For two days, he had kept himself locked in his room, fearing that once he stepped out and saw Shen Ci, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pouncing on him.
Yes, he now desperately needed Shen Ci, both physically and emotionally. He had lived nearly 25 years in his original world, always single, but he had never felt so vulnerable.
It felt like he didn’t need the whole world, just his alpha.
To be honest, he didn’t like this weak version of himself. Yet, his body constantly reminded him that this was who he was: a fragile person who desperately craved being bitten.
Curling up into a ball in the corner, he stared blankly at the ground by his feet, looking dejected and sad.
He still longed to return, to that flower-scented shop, busy every day, earning a little money, going home to sleep soundly, spending weekends with Lin Xiaoguo, shopping, eating, and playing games.
He still didn’t understand why he had suddenly been transported into a book. Maybe this was a warning to all authors to avoid writing characters based on real people? Otherwise, they might end up trapping their friends?
By right, today should be the last day of his heat. Starting tomorrow, he should be able to return to school.
Thinking of the pile of clothes he had yet to wash, he got up, gathered the dirty clothes, and prepared to take them to the laundry room.
Although there was Sister Song and another servant at home, he was used to doing these simple tasks himself.
Having not left his room for two days, Yan Yuzhou looked around the living room. The whole place seemed deserted and quiet. It was the afternoon, and even Sister Song was in her room, cooling off and taking a nap.
He walked to the laundry room, threw all the clothes in, and pressed the automatic button. Just as he turned to head back to his room, he stopped in his tracks, his nose catching a familiar scent he had longed for.
Yan Yuzhou slowly turned around and saw Shen Ci holding a glass of water, standing at the kitchen door, evidently just coming out of the kitchen with the water.
When his eyes met Shen Ci’s gaze, Yan Yuzhou’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly, and the gland at the back of his neck started to throb.
It was as if the gland sensed something from Yan Yuzhou’s heartbeat, beating and urging him to leap into Shen Ci’s arms.
Yan Yuzhou clenched his fists silently, trying to calm his breathing. He gave Shen Ci a slight, reserved smile, “Hi, Mr. Shen.”
Shen Ci’s eyes, dark as ink, scrutinized Yan Yuzhou. Somehow, just looking at him reminded Shen Ci of the feel of holding him and biting him that day, the sensation of having him in his arms.
His gaze unconsciously shifted to the area of Yan Yuzhou’s gland, wondering if his mark was still there.
“How are you feeling?” Shen Ci asked casually, glancing in the direction of the laundry room.
Watching Shen Ci slowly approach, Yan Yuzhou swallowed and calmly replied, “I’m completely fine now. I can return to military training tomorrow.”
Shen Ci ignored the credibility of his words and just walked over, standing next to him, his eyes lingering on the place he had bitten.
In two days, the bite marks had partially faded. It seemed the gland maintenance products he had Sister Song deliver were indeed being used, restoring the area to its original smooth, rosy state.
Just looking at it made him want to bite down hard again, to break it, to make it tremble and hurt.
Shen Ci was shocked by his own dark thoughts. He had always considered himself cold and indifferent until he realized he might be a pervert at heart.
In the midst of desire, every breath was filled with ambiguity. The two stood in silence, their pheromones starting to communicate on their own.
Black tea met cold snow, invigorating the whole person with a proud and intense fragrance. Cold snow met black tea, adding a layer of warmth over its freshness, reducing its severity by seventy percent and leaving a delicate lingering scent.
Yan Yuzhou didn’t know when it started, but his legs gradually went weak. The gland throbbed with excitement, blood rushing to the nerves there, even turning his collarbone pink.
How high must their compatibility be for an omega who had already injected inhibitors to start heating up just from standing face-to-face with the alpha who had temporarily marked him?
In a daze, a large hand steadied him, helping him maintain his balance. Unconsciously, he leaned in a bit, his eyes gradually reddening.
The strength he had painstakingly maintained for two days crumbled, vulnerability surging through his limbs, blood, and bones. He sniffled, feeling a wave of grievance.
The price of restraint and the result of suppression were enduring to the point of depression and wanting to cry.
Suddenly, another large hand gently patted his back, offering a soothing touch.
“If you want to smell it, just get a little closer.” A gentle voice came from above, accompanied by soft, almost imperceptible breaths near his ear.
Holding back his tears and biting his lip, Yan Yuzhou thought of the second clause of the agreement and shook his head in grievance. His trembling, small body stood stubbornly, refusing to move closer to the source of the pheromones.
After a while, just as his defenses were about to crumble, a sigh came from above, filled with indulgence and compromise.
“Forget it, I lost to you.”
As the words fell, Shen Ci’s eyes softened, and with a gentle yet firm pull, he drew Yan Yuzhou into his embrace.
The moment he was held, Shen Ci smiled slightly and lowered his head to sniff Yan Yuzhou’s neck.
Ah, the long-missed scent of black tea.