Chapter 240

Chapter 240

Bai Xingshu watched Shen Geng obsessively fussing for two whole days, almost as if he had OCD, finding fault with every little detail. In the end, he couldn’t even resist wrapping all the metal surfaces in plush fabric.

According to Shen Geng, this was to avoid the discomfort of cold metal against skin later.

Bai Xingshu found this reasoning rather amusing.

Who would’ve thought a metal-affinity user would feel uncomfortable near metal?

Besides, wasn’t the icy coolness half the fun?

Hearing Bai Xingshu’s remark, Shen Geng—who had already wrapped half the metal—hesitated, torn. Then, he suddenly felt his throat go dry, a creeping, undeniable heat rising within him.

At first, Shen Geng didn’t realize what was happening. It wasn’t until the sensation intensified, the craving rapidly spreading, that it dawned on him.

The sharp, cold metallic scent lingering at the tip of his nose wasn’t from the surrounding metal—it was Bai Xingshu’s pheromones, thick and intoxicating.

After a deep marking, an Omega’s pheromones were supposed to stabilize, no longer projecting outward. But once their heat began, every sense in their body would swiftly reorient toward reproduction.

Any non-permanent mark would be washed away by the flood of pheromones, which would then spread rapidly, seeking an Alpha to complete the mating.

A heat cycle could last up to seven days, though this wasn’t set in stone. Since its purpose was reproduction, it would naturally end once conception occurred.

But the latter scenario had nothing to do with the two of them.

Whether it was the upcoming University League in their junior year or the military reforms awaiting them in the Fourth Army during their senior year, now was definitely not the time for a child.

Shen Geng had long since taken a long-acting suppressant. Without a doubt, this would be a week-long ordeal.

Bai Xingshu was mentally prepared as well, though he saw no cause for concern.

Just seven days.

During their most passionate moments before, they had spent four or five nights entwined without trouble. This time, it was just adding daytime to the mix.

But when it actually began, Bai Xingshu finally understood what the textbooks meant by “all senses serving reproduction.”

Every sensation in his body felt heightened to unbearable intensity. The metal he had once found stimulating and fun now felt unbearable—even the plush-wrapped armrest Shen Geng placed him on, its soft fibers rubbing against his skin with their movements, triggered overwhelming waves of sensation through him.

The intense sensations brought surge after surge of pleasure, and Bai Xingshu was easily catapulted to climax.

Most people would have long lost themselves to the overwhelming sensations, completely consumed by desire. But Bai Xingshu’s ironclad mental fortitude refused to let him surrender his awareness or disconnect from his surroundings.

The result was only deeper frustration.

Bai Xingshu could keenly feel every untouched spot, the emptiness gnawing at him.

He had always been unflinchingly honest. Without hesitation, he articulated his needs to his Alpha, clear and with shameless clarity.

Theoretically, a person only had two hands and one mouth—some desires were simply impossible to satisfy all at once.

But…

After a breathy whimper, Bai Xingshu felt something cool coil around his wrist. Blinking dazedly, he saw a lush, living vine encircling it.

Soon, he realized—not only were his spoken desires being fulfilled, but even the unspoken ones were thoroughly addressed.

Between his fingers, against his chest, around his waist—even inside him, where he was already stretched to capacity—slender, intertwining tendrils formed into something at once smooth and rough, oscillating between icy cool and searing heat. There was no space left wanting, no moment left empty. Every part of him was possessed, every fold of his body smoothed out.

The intense stimulation Bai Xingshu had initially thought overwhelming now seemed insignificant in this moment.

This extreme sensory experience caused him to let out a muffled whimper as his mouth, also filled with fragmented vines, trembled, his voice too shattered to form coherent words.

When the seven days ended and desire and heat subsided, all the vines—now vibrantly green and dripping with moisture—were mercilessly severed by Bai Xingshu, who rarely displayed such irritation as he controlled metallic forces to sever them.

Shen Geng watched the scene with mild amusement but dared not comment on Bai Xingshu’s cutthroat post-mating cleanup. Instead, he remained his usual gentle and agreeable self, quietly reaching out to pull every last vine still embedded in every part of Bai Xingshu from within him.

Only then did Shen Geng wrap his arms around Bai Xingshu, whose body was weak and twitching with aftershocks, and pressed himself close.

“I’m exhausted,” Shen Geng said, putting on a pitiful voice, addressing Bai Xingshu.

This wasn’t entirely just to placate Bai Xingshu’s barely contained irritation—Shen Geng genuinely felt lightheaded.

Now he understood why Bai Xingshu would often look off-color during their freshman year.

Physically, seven days posed no real challenge for him. After all, they hadn’t gone entirely without rest—there had been waves of heat briefly receding, allowing time to recover and replenish energy.

But his mental strength was still in its early stages of training. Controlling so many vines, even if only for Bai Xingshu’s needs within a limited scope, had been absolutely draining.

It was only thanks to his innate abundance of mental energy that he had managed to endure until now.

“Get lost,” Bai Xingshu retorted with a laugh, though his voice was barely a whisper.

He wasn’t buying it.

After seven days of continuous rutting without fulfilling the biological purpose of reproduction, even with a permanent mark in place, an Omega’s instincts would still regard their Alpha as inadequate.

Nothing was more biologically ruthless than this.

After resting briefly and regaining some strength, Bai Xingshu slid off the overly spacious table, bare feet hitting the floor as a stream of sticky, pearlescent release dripped uncontrollably from him, splattering onto a cluster of bottles and containers below with a series of clinking sounds.

These were the supplies they had used over the past seven days to replenish fluids and nutrients—especially fluids, most of which had ended up in Bai Xingshu’s mouth.

Now, as Bai Xingshu surveyed the isolation room Shen Geng had carefully set up, his perception of it had completely changed.

It wasn’t that he remembered every detail of every experience with full awareness, but rather that, with a single glance, he realized Shen Geng had indeed put every single prepared item to use over these days.

He couldn’t decide whether to admire or resent it—typical of someone from the Combat Command Department, always planning three steps ahead.

Bai Xingshu shot Shen Geng a sidelong glance, prompting the latter to clear his throat sheepishly before obediently scooping him up. “I’ll take you to clean up.”

But this obedience was only in words. The Alpha, thoroughly satisfied after fully marking his Omega, couldn’t resist rubbing his face against him once more after lifting him into his arms.

Successfully earning a slap to the face from his Omega, who was now firmly in his post-heat clarity.