Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Even without saying it, Duan Chen Sen knew what was on Qiu's mind.

With serious matters at hand, the Alpha finally let go of his Omega, buttoning up his shirt while nodding, "As you know, there are no roses in this world. And as the most unique one who saved so many Alphas and Omegas, it's natural for you to be revered by countless people."

While speaking, Duan Chen Sen managed to be serious for only a few seconds before he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss his spouse's fragrant earlobe.

"My little deity, I must be your first believer, right?"

Qiu, finding it too mushy, pushed him away, frowning slightly, "That noble is still outside, you'd better restrain yourself."

Duan Chen Sen chuckled softly, "As you wish, my little deity."

He lifted Qiu out from the silk blankets, placing him amidst the snowy white silk fabric. The sunlight streaming through the window bathed Qiu's golden hair, enhancing his fair complexion and making his clear eyes even more sparkling and translucent. He looked like an angel descended to Earth, enshrouded in a hazy halo.

Duan Chen Sen himself didn't need much preparation, but with a heart keen on dressing up his beautiful spouse, he dived into the vast walk-in closet and didn't come out for quite some time.

Qiu once joked, when his genetic level was first revealed and everyone was vying for his attention, that even if he wanted to stay in Duan Chen Sen's room, the organizing committee would have to grit their teeth and agree.

He never expected to actually end up living in this person’s room, and even... sleeping in his bed.

The thought of that absurd week brought an involuntary blush to Qiu's cheeks, like the flushed redness after drinking, making him all the more irresistibly attractive.

Sitting there quietly, enveloped in a gentle halo, with a shy smile on his face, Qiu made Duan Chen Sen momentarily dazed.

Coming back to his senses, the Alpha carefully approached with a pile of exquisitely embroidered, expensive clothes, showing them one by one to Qiu.

Pointing at a pure white suit with a slim fit and lace embellishments, he eagerly said to Qiu, "I want to see my wife in this, it’ll be very—"

Qiu immediately covered the Alpha’s mouth with his hand, preventing any more scandalous words.

Duan Chen Sen blinked, swallowing the unfinished sentence.

Unfazed by being silenced, he even welcomed the tender hand presented to him, licking Qiu's palm inch by inch until it was wet.

Qiu jerked his hand back as if burned, trembling slightly even when hiding it behind his back.

Biting his lower lip in thought, Qiu pondered his next move. His gaze casually fell on the pile of clothes, and he hummed, “What to do, I don’t feel like letting you have your way.”

Qiu lazily hooked his little finger on the thin fabric of the dress.

Seeing this, Duan Chen Sen smiled, “It’s okay, you’ll look good in anything, I like them all.”

Behind the closed door of the inner chamber, the two were sweetly entwined, ignoring the waiting Marquis Jacquel outside.

The deliberate snub was clear even to the Beta servant, who bowed lower, not daring to breathe too loudly, wary of being a scapegoat.

Jacquel's serpentine green eyes flashed coldly for a moment, but it was fleeting. Turning back to the servant, he maintained his elegant composure, showing no displeasure at Duan Chen Sen’s intentional neglect.

Marquis Jacquel's lips curled in a faint smile, all politeness and decorum. So much so that even when Duan Chen Sen opened the door and saw him, he couldn't help but think: This old fox really knows how to play the part.

Not seeing the person he wanted to, Jacquel discreetly glanced inside, but Duan Chen Sen quickly blocked the gap with his body, saying coolly, "Ah, it's the Marquis."

This barely polite remark from Duan Chen Sen was his way of acknowledging Jacquel.

Jacquel nodded slightly and replied, "Your Highness."

"I've said many times, in any setting, just call me—Duan, the, Marshal."

Duan Chen Sen spoke each word distinctly, expressionless.

His mere presence, with his robust physique and overwhelming genetic level, made him like an alpha wolf dominating the pack, commanding respect from any Alpha in the empire.

Even Jacquel, an SS-ranked top Alpha, felt somewhat lesser in Duan Chen Sen's presence. He also noticed that Duan's genetic level seemed even more powerful and oppressive than he remembered.

Jacquel immediately thought of the awakening and repeated cocooning phases of the King Butterfly bloodline. He had planned several “accidents” to hinder Duan Chen Sen's metamorphosis, but in the end, he emerged stronger.

"Hmm... lucky indeed."

Born with such elite lineage, and aided by that miraculous Omega, it was natural to feel envy.

Jacquel scoffed internally.

However, strength alone doesn't dictate everything in this world. Like Duan Chen Sen, the empire's most distinguished and powerful Alpha—what of it?

Despite reluctance and frustration, in the end, he still had to come out and confront me, didn't he?

Jacquel's smile widened as he addressed Duan Chen Sen, "Whitson and the others have been eagerly waiting in the guest hall, hoping for an audience with the Divine Omega."

Before Duan Chen Sen could respond, a crisp and clear young voice sounded from behind him. Then, a breathtakingly beautiful Omega stepped out.

Jacquel's green eyes flickered with astonishment, witnessing the man who stood imperiously before him, soften instantly into a tender gaze when he turned to the young man.

His voice was the epitome of indulgence: "All good now?"

Queqiu nodded. Duan Chen Sen leaned in, whispering just for the two of them, "My wife is truly beautiful."

"Behave yourself."

Queqiu had chosen to wear the small gown Duan Chen Sen previously admired. The intricate, courtly attire lent him an air of untouchable nobility, akin to a pure saint in a holy temple, fitting the title of 'Divine' granted by the empire. The milky white fabric made his skin appear even more porcelain, and his partly exposed slender wrists were as delicate as fine jade, irresistibly inviting to grasp tightly and never let go.

Queqiu's beauty was unparalleled, leaving even Jacquel, a high-ranking noble who had seen countless beauties, utterly spellbound. None among Alphas, Betas, or Omegas could surpass the allure of the young man before him.

Even setting aside his shocking identity, Jacquel's heart clamored wildly for this uniquely beautiful being.

Even if it meant competing with the empire's most powerful Alpha.

As Jacquel appraised Queqiu openly, Queqiu was also quietly observing him.

This was Queqiu's first close encounter with the noble. Like the first distant sighting, the feeling was the same - pure disgust, intensified knowing what Jacquel had done to unveil his true identity.

Queqiu frowned delicately, speaking bluntly: "You mean to say, a group of nobles is waiting to see me?"

Jacquel snapped back to reality, replying with a faint smile: "Yes, they all wish to witness the miracle firsthand."

A god?

Queqiu scoffed: "Is a god so easily accessible?"

"Does the Divine Omega dislike them?" Jacquel played along, "Then, I shall instruct them to wait no longer."

As he motioned to send the Beta servant to relay the message.

"No—" Queqiu interrupted him, a slight curve to his lips under Jacquel's puzzled gaze.

Approaching the man, Queqiu stated coolly, “Before followers meet their deity, they must present their utmost sincerity, right?”

“Otherwise, how could miracles descend upon them?”

Jacquel immediately understood: Queqiu was setting the stage to embarrass the nobility.

But…

Unfazed, Jacquel drew a bow-tied handkerchief from his pocket and, with utmost respect, bent down to polish Queqiu's delicate party shoes.

What was a little compliance for the favor of such an Omega?

Jacquel’s gaze, concentrated on the intricately styled shoes, glimpsed a portion of Queqiu’s pale ankle, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

The scent of roses from the day the canary bloomed – unforgettable since Jacquel first inhaled it.

He had sought numerous Omegas with floral genes, injecting them with pheromone inducers, hoping to replicate that fleeting yet haunting essence.

Yet, despite many attempts, not one came close to resembling it.

Now, the subtle rose sweetness drifted again into Jacquel’s senses, tempting him to grasp that slender ankle, but as his desire surged, the white trouser leg shook.

Then, the elegant party shoe pressed onto Jacquel’s shoulder, the tip grinding against the bone in a humiliating manner.

A demeaning gesture.

In a different context, this act might have been laden with unspeakable implications.

“Your sincerity is sufficient,” Queqiu declared, withdrawing his foot and reverting to his icy demeanor.

The Beta servant’s eyes widened in horror, disbelieving the scene unfolding before him.

The Duke – a representation of the nobility; the Divine, the Divine One…

Sweating profusely, he trembled, wishing to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Clearly, Jaquely would not let his wishes come true so easily.

"His Highness is not spoiled enough," the elegant and restrained man smiled. "But with your status and position, any amount of indulgence is justified."

"Even if you ask me to bow down and lick the dust off your shoes, it would be a grace to us."

Saying this, he looked towards the Beta servant, still smiling, but the servant inexplicably felt a chill creep up his spine.

"Go, call Wittesen and the others here."

The Beta servant didn’t dare to ask further and hastily nodded, “Yes, yes.”

After speaking, Jaquely turned back to Yue Qiu, smiling at him, “You will be pleased, Your Highness.”

Duan Chen Sen scowled, clicking his tongue in displeasure.

He looked as if he was a bit jealous that his wife had stepped on some other wild man.

Although Yue Qiu was probing Jaquely, he always spared a part of his attention for Duan Chen Sen. Seeing his expression, Yue Qiu couldn't help but think of Morfa, who was also prone to jealousy.

Should he say it’s expected of the same person? Even the trait of being jealous was strikingly similar.

Noticing his little Omega getting distracted, Duan Chen Sen maintained a serious face but sneakily moved his right hand to the slender waist beside him, recalling how during their collision, one hand could easily grasp those two waist indents, slowly caressing them.

Duan Chen Sen lowered his head, leaning close to Yue Qiu's ear, whispering in an extremely low voice, “You are not allowed to think about any wild man, not even that pitiful little dog.”

Yue Qiu felt his ear tingle and his legs weaken, dizzily thinking: Isn’t that little dog yourself?

What now? Jealous of others is not enough, now you’re jealous of yourself too?

Yue Qiu glanced sideways at Duan Chen Sen, who responded with a look saying: I am not just some weakling who can only whine and act pitiful.

Their gaze was so sticky, it seemed like white lotus roots could be pulled from it. Jaquely, left out in the cold, kept a teeth-gritting smile, but his composed demeanor seemed to be faltering, eventually even looking a bit ferocious.

The sound of approaching footsteps disrupted the awkward atmosphere for Jaquely, as Duan Chen Sen and Yue Qiu finally parted, though still not far apart, their closeness obvious at a glance.

Jaquely cleared his throat uncomfortably and said to Wittesen and the others, “It’s an honor of a lifetime for you to witness the divine visage of His Highness the Godling.”

Queqiu, hearing this, glanced at the nobles before him, who were displaying utmost respect and caution.

They stood in a single file, extending far back, seemingly endless.

Each of these nobles, once outside the grandeur of this palace, held immense power and influence in the bustling capital, capable of shaping clouds and turning tides with their resources and authority.

These individuals, typically imperious and aloof, would not even regard the elite students of the military academy highly, let alone their attitude towards commoners.

But now, for Queqiu, they willingly lowered themselves, each wearing a flattering smile, their eyes crinkled with fine lines, filled with anticipation and admiration.

Queqiu’s face remained expressionless, as usual, cold and indifferent, but inwardly, he scoffed at them in ridicule.

He vividly remembered the treatment the Dark Star Military Academy’s team received upon their arrival at the capital.

Far from the current adulation, they weren't even greeted with friendly faces from the nobility, let alone the common staff and other competitors who freely humiliated and discriminated against them for being from the so-called forsaken Dark Star.

Queqiu knew it wasn’t the time to confront the nobility directly, but that didn’t stop him from reclaiming some dues.

If not for the deliberate manipulation and guiding by these nobles, the empire's societal direction wouldn’t be as it is now, nor would there be such stark discrimination and rifts between planets.

“Is this truly the deity?” Witerson gazed at Queqiu with fascination, never having seen such a beautiful and dignified Omega, blurting out a naïve remark.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the subtle rose scent in the air, an unfamiliar pheromone that seemed to lighten his body as if walking on clouds, bringing an indescribable sense of relaxation.

The others clearly felt this extraordinary sensation too, their faces showing longing and desire.

Normally, due to the effects of genetic diseases, even nobles don't enjoy great mental health. To slightly relax their mental circuits, they must seek the guidance of high-level Omegas. Despite having access to numerous high-level Omegas, the outcomes aren't always satisfactory.

But now, just by smelling that rare pheromone, the effect is comparable to undergoing ten mental relaxation sessions, instantly mitigating the negative impacts of genetic diseases.

This unexpected benefit excites the nobles, making them uncontrollably wonder if receiving mental guidance from this unique Omega could be worth dying for.

Perhaps, with his treatment, the genetic diseases lurking within them might never resurface!

Considering this possibility, the nobles become even more eager.

A single glance at their faces tells Queqiu everything. He can't help but scoff coldly: these nobles truly have no shame.

Jacqui looks towards him, asking with a light smile, "Does His Holiness have any commands?"

Before Queqiu can respond, Witerson, eager to impress, steps out of the line and lies prostrate before Queqiu, presenting his broad back.

Everyone is momentarily stunned, then hears the noble looking up at Queqiu, ingratiatingly saying, "Such a revered person, such a noble body, should not walk by themselves. Please use me as your mount, let me carry you."

The other nobles, not expecting such a display of abasement, hastily join Witerson’s gesture, kneeling and competing, "Choose me, Your Holiness, I am an S-class Alpha."

"I’m wearing soft clothes today, with no jewels, making me more comfortable for Your Holiness to sit upon."

"I am a Phoenix Alpha with higher body temperature, surely more comfortable to sit on!"

"Your Holiness, please use me."

Queqiu steps back, shocked by their frenzied behavior, never expecting that these seemingly untouchable nobles would stoop so low for a bit of his favor.

Queqiu glances up at Duan Chenlin.

The King Butterfly Alpha, seemingly aware of the nobles' true nature, raises an eyebrow, suggesting playfully, “Since they insist so fervently, perhaps His Holiness should select a suitable mount.”

No sooner are the words spoken than a throng of top-tier Alphas, including some strikingly handsome and well-built, scramble to Queqiu’s feet.

Gradually adapting to the nobles' madness, Queqiu's gaze returns to them. Remembering the oppressive collars forced on Alphas and the objectification of Omegas, his initial reluctance fades away.

Thinking that nobles never regarded commoners as equals, he decides to treat them with their own medicine.

Queqiu randomly points to one of them. The chosen noble lifts his head in disbelief, then basks in euphoria upon realizing he’s been selected, crawling to Queqiu’s feet, docile as a domesticated dog amidst envious stares.

“Your, Your Highness.”

Trembling with excitement and becoming rigid as something soft presses onto his back, his mind turns to mush.

“So light—”

“And so fragrant.”

The noble's expression is one of infatuation.

Queqiu sits atop the noble Alpha's back, arms crossed and leg nonchalantly swinging, his usual cool demeanor unchanged.

His clear golden eyes hold a detached, languid gaze, looking down on the nobles bowing before him without bothering to lift his eyelids.

Regardless of Queqiu’s aloofness, the nobles act as if they don’t notice, continuing their fervent attention, encircling him like stars around the moon.

Jacqui turns and gazes at the swan-like, noble Omega, maintaining his graceful smile, and bows slightly in submission.

“Whatever pleases you, Your Highness,” he said, “the nobility is willing to do anything for you.”

The other nobles also echoed in agreement, eagerly looking towards Yue Qiu.

“Is that so,” the young man with delicate and indifferent features lazily lifted his eyelids, his lips curling into a somewhat sarcastic smile, “I once had a very obedient dog—”

Duan Chen Sen coughed lightly, not letting Yue Qiu finish, as his "chair" mimicked a dog's panting posture, wagging its grey tail, barking loudly:

“Woof woof,” the noble Alpha tilted his head, resembling an obedient and well-behaved dog, “Woof~”

“Good boy.” The beautiful Omega casually praised, patting the noble Alpha's beast ear with an expression full of perfunctory, yet still granting the other immense psychological satisfaction.

The author wants to say:

Hmm... some words are really troublesome...

Yue Qiu: Humiliate them, make them feel ashamed.