Chapter 23 A Spring Night

Chapter 23: A Fleeting Spring Romance

Hearing this address, Zhu Zhixi froze, suddenly losing his balance and nearly toppling over.

This was the first time Fu Rangyi had called him that.

His heart rate skyrocketed again.

I’m a patient—and a real sick one too! I can’t take surprises like this!

Recalling the earlier question, it finally clicked for Zhu Zhixi that Fu Rangyi was answering it.

[Do you know who I am? That you need me?]

[... His wife.]

Zhu Zhixi coughed awkwardly twice. "Then… who’s your wife?"

The moment he said it, he regretted it, scooting backward slightly. "Never mind, don’t answer. What if you say a name I don’t even know, exposing you as a bigamist? I might not be able to stop myself from going to—no, emailing the principal! Or worse, reporting you to your boss."

But the answer came too quickly.

"Zhu… Zhixi."

Now he was truly flabbergasted.

*You* know it’s me?

"...Jerk."

"You—!"

What a pause. Zhu Zhixi’s chest tightened, but he bit back his irritation, testing the waters: "Then… where is this jerk now?"

Perhaps the medication was taking effect, because Fu Rangyi actually managed to answer this question: "At his home. That big villa. Drove in circles three times before getting out… the villa compound."

Though it wasn’t clear what he was even talking about.

"Huh?"

Circling what? There’s no need to circle anything. My house has a straight road out, just two hundred meters to the gate. Whose house did he go to? He’s got it all mixed up.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he felt. "Then, may I ask, who am I?"

The rookie Beta male nurse who got saddled with a nightmare assignment like dealing with an Alpha’s rut-induced crisis on his first day of internship?

Hearing this question, Fu Rangyi tilted his head, as if also puzzled.

After a while, he said, "You’re… Zhu Zhixi."

Correct answer, but the tone was far from certain—gold star for effort.

"Yeah, idiot. And you’re a professor? Who could you possibly teach?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the so-called professor suddenly leaned down, pinning him flat to the bed.

"Hey, hey, I wasn’t questioning your academic abilities—"

Silence, just touch. Over the underwear, the cold, rigid muzzle moved up, down, left, and right, circling and grinding against the already half-hard bulge until it stiffened completely, its tip slipping free from the stretched-down edge of the underwear.

Fu Rangyi’s obstructed lips were mere centimeters apart, slightly parted the whole time, hot breaths spilling out, mingling with the leaking precum to soak the fabric of the underwear.

With a tug, the penis was fully exposed, slapping lightly against the muzzle with a soft *tap*, leaving nowhere to hide. Though Fu Rangyi couldn’t see, he advanced with uncanny precision, leaving no room for respite as he lowered his head. The metal bars ground against the shaft, the chill drawing a whimper of discomfort from Zhu Zhixi.

“You! Stop it, it's so cold…”

“Cold…” Fu Rangyi repeated the word softly, as if contemplating it.

Zhu Zhixi thought he was just mimicking, but the next second, a sudden wet heat enveloped his lower half. His eyes flew open in shock—Fu Rangyi was... licking him through the muzzle.

“You're insane! Fu Rangyi, get off! How could you be so wicked?”

But his waist had already gone weak from the licking, his body trembling violently, shivering uncontrollably, with no strength left to resist or escape.

How had things come to this? Who was really in rut? Wasn’t he... a Beta?

“It's okay...” Fu Rangyi’s breathing was still heavy, his words slow. “I won’t... hurt you.”

It didn’t hurt, but. His inexperienced body was clumsy, hypersensitive, falling apart at the slightest touch—how could it withstand this level of stimulation? Yet Fu Rangyi, devoid of reason, only pressed the muzzle harder against that pitiful length.

Muzzle. Fu Rangyi. Before today, these two words had been synonymous with that academic conference in his mind—serious, solemn. But now...

Zhu Zhixi’s thighs tensed, his limbs curling in as pleasure coiled up his legs like a snake, overwhelming in its intensity. He tried to stifle the sounds threatening to escape his throat, but they were squeezed out anyway—puppy-like whimpers, breathy and desperate.

“Stop, Fu Rangyi…” His senses suddenly brushed against a dangerous boundary, fear gripping him, desperate to call a halt, but even the trailing note of the name came out twisted. Zhu Zhixi frantically lifted his head, hands clutching the Alpha’s shoulders, trying to push himself back. But in that very second, a wet tongue slipped through the metal gaps, swirling over his slick tip—just like when it had licked his fingers earlier—even prodding at that leaking slit, as if trying to burrow inside.

“Ah—nh!” Zhu Zhixi’s hips jerked twice, rising and falling helplessly as he came, utterly humiliated—coming from Fu Rangyi’s muzzle.

There was a lot of it, much of it splattering onto Fu Rangyi’s face and the edges of his blindfold through the muzzle. Zhu Zhixi lay flat, his abdomen still twitching uncomfortably, staring blankly at the ceiling until he felt Fu Rangyi shift again. Forcing himself up, he saw the mess he’d made all over Fu Rangyi’s face.

“Sorry, sorry…” Zhu Zhixi, ever the apologizer, panicked, starting his litany again. “I—I... help, where’s the tissue?”

But the blindfolded man only extended his tongue, licking the fluid from his lips.

“Hey, why would you... you...” It’s over.

His heart was about to leap out of his throat—he could even taste that salty bitterness.

Had he really fallen this far? Succumbed to the temptation of a rutting Alpha? A Beta, supposedly immune to pheromones, not just lured into bed but even finishing first. Was this really right?

He opened his eyes weakly, then shut them again in shame. The waves of pleasure hadn’t fully receded, aftershocks still pulsing through his trembling pores.

Before he could recover, Fu Rangyi pressed close again, nuzzling into his sweaty palm, pushing down until his burning nape pressed into Zhu Zhixi’s palm—the one marked with a countdown.

“Touch me…” Fu Rangyi panted, demanding.

Zhu Zhixi tried to pull away, but the nape followed insistently. Still oversensitive from climax, guilt gnawed at him. All afternoon, he’d prided himself on "taking care" of Fu Rangyi, yet nearly every choice he’d made had been wrong—only worsening Fu Rangyi’s suffering, drawing out more tears, making him less like himself.

And he, the one supposedly in possession of reason, had been the one exploited—as if he were taking advantage of a poor, rut-addled Alpha.

The thought made Zhu Zhixi flush with shame, his already swollen lips nearly drawing blood.

“Darling…” Fu Rangyi called him again, rubbing against his hand. “Touch me... it’s unbearable…”

Stop talking, just shut up already.

Glancing at Fu Rangyi’s lower half—still painfully hard, showing no signs of relief—Zhu Zhixi was too flustered to speak, torn between guilt and desire. That things had come to this wasn’t entirely without his own fault. Had he not mixed up the steps, maybe Fu Rangyi would’ve found relief by now.

[This is the new medication, and again you didn’t follow the doctor’s orders… Maybe you should just lock him up and leave him be. It’s fine, it’s not the first time anyway. He won’t die.]

He won’t die. Just lock him up, medicate him, inject him, use a scalpel… As long as he “won’t die,” it’s fine. Is it always like this every time?

Like a lab rat: fed drugs, injected, observed, waiting for the effects. Maybe a miraculous recovery, or maybe it gets worse, convulsing a few times before collapsing in the glass cabinet of the lab. Zhu Zhixi suddenly didn’t want to inject him with those potent, aggressive drugs anymore.

This illness, to put it bluntly, is just from taking too many drugs!

He took a deep breath, placed his hand on Fu Rangyi’s nape, gritted his teeth, and gently massaged the feverish scent gland, while his other hand hesitated downward. “Teacher Fu, I—I’m not an Omega, so I might not be of much use… but…”

He didn’t know how to continue. No matter how he phrased it, it didn’t sound innocent. He simply closed his eyes and grasped the already purplish-hard erection.

And indeed, he didn’t need to say anything more. The Alpha in rut let out a satisfied sigh, breaking the silence.

It pulsed a few times in Zhu Zhixi’s palm, alive and throbbing, the slick arousal fluid quickly wetting his hand. He didn’t dare look, only clumsily stroking it.

This clearly pleased Fu Rangyi. He pressed close to Zhu Zhixi’s neck, moving upward, blocking his vision, nuzzling like an eager dog, the restraint muzzle brushing against his cheek.

“You—stop moving around.”

But Fu Rangyi wouldn’t listen, even thrusting his hips, driving forcefully into the circle formed by Zhu Zhixi’s thumb and fingers, the swollen, purplish tip pushing in and pulling out, making his hand slick. Several times, it jabbed straight into Zhu Zhixi’s lower abdomen, making him unbearably uncomfortable. “Fu Rangyi!” he scolded softly, trying to stop him.

Fu Rangyi pressed against his cheek. “Zhu Zhixi…” as if in response.

After nuzzling the left side, he turned to the right. The lower half of his body moved with such obscenity, while the upper half remained pure. The contrast was almost laughable. After several attempts, Zhu Zhixi realized—he seemed to want a kiss. But his mouth was still caged.

The thought of kissing made Zhu Zhixi’s face burn even hotter, sweat-slicked.

“No way…” He’d already lost his first kiss, his first experience of release with someone else’s friendly assistance was gone, and now he wanted to take his second kiss too?

Not a chance.

He dodged for a while, breath ragged, but Fu Rangyi was relentless. Their flushed, steaming faces played a game of cat and mouse, rubbing against each other. Zhu Zhixi grew impatient and let out an “Ah!”—only to accidentally knock off the ear cuff hanging from Fu Rangyi’s right ear.

The eye cover slipped down instantly, revealing reddened eyes, the marks left by the blindfold on his cheeks, and his full, unobstructed face.

He looked vividly alive—his forehead damp with beads of sweat, his hair no longer neatly combed, even a little fluffy. Alive, brimming with vitality, unashamed of his desires, unafraid to admit he needed love and to be loved.

Beads of sweat trickled down. He was melting. “I see you…”

He actually smiled, his eyes clear and bright. Like ice breaking under spring sunlight, rippling with soft, shimmering waves.

Zhu Zhixi froze, his hand stopping mid-motion.

Those watery, affectionate eyes filled with confusion, not understanding why it had suddenly stopped. So Fu Rangyi took the initiative again—until the swollen tip poked against him, sending a hot, prickling wave through Zhu Zhixi. Only then did he belatedly realize he’d gotten hard again.

This was terrible. He inwardly cursed his shameful lack of control. He’d said he was helping, but in truth, he couldn’t keep his heart still at all.

Dizzy, his hand slid between their two pressed-together erections, and he dumbly looked down.

Top Alphas really were different. Not only was there a height gap, but even here, the difference was staggering. His own was delicate and unmarked, with skin that might tear from too much friction. But Fu Rangyi’s was different—thick veins wrapped around the shaft, the tip slightly curved, looking downright intimidating.

He couldn’t cover it with one hand. He clasped both hands around it, and before he even touched it, just holding it like that, Fu Rangyi was already panting heavily.

“Does this feel good?” Zhu Zhixi asked slowly. He tried pressing them together, wrapping both hands around them, stroking up and down. In the dim, quiet bedroom, the wet, rhythmic sounds rose and fell, mingling with their ragged breaths.

Despite the relief, Fu Rangyi still seemed restless, burying his face against Zhu Zhixi’s shoulder, sniffing incessantly. Strangely, the closer they pressed, the more agitated he became.

“No scent…” The metal of the bondage muzzle nearly poked Zhu Zhixi’s nape. “Why…” Waves of tingling pleasure surged through him, but oddly, Zhu Zhixi’s heart also felt full—so full it ached, as if about to burst and spill over.

"I can't smell it either," he murmured in response. Same here.

"Because I'm a Beta," Zhu Zhixi said haltingly, suppressing his emotions and breath, his voice low. "You’re not... confusing me with someone else, are you?" I’m not your mate in rut. Your pheromones won’t be affected by me, and you won’t be induced by me either.

And here I am mopping up after him. Zhu Zhixi once again felt like a saint.

The sound of their panting grew more frantic, their bodies pressing together, hips moving faster and faster, like beasts. The pace grew frantic, and Zhu Zhixi’s body swayed with them, lacking support, so he simply leaned against Fu Rangyi’s shoulder.

"Zhu Zhixi... Zhixi..."

So he still recognizes me.

But why call me like that? Is... is it really that good? He clenched his teeth. It does feel amazing though. A little voice in his head piped up in protest.

"Stop calling me." His ears were so red they looked like they’d bleed if pinched, nearly matching the color of the mole on his eyelid. His hands ached, half-stopping, letting Fu Rangyi thrust into them, his voice thready, nearly begging, "Can you please stop saying my name? I..." I really can’t take it anymore.

"No, no," Fu Rangyi rasped. "Only you..."

Damn it. His heart was about to leap out of his chest.

Fu Rangyi’s breathing grew heavier, each word coming out like a hoarse moan, devastatingly hot. He wouldn’t listen, repeating Zhu Zhixi’s name over and over in the most obscene way, his panting growing ragged. "Baby... baby..."

Who said you could call me that?!

At a time like this, calling me that makes this feel like the real thing.

"You bastard..." He bit his lip, his stomach tightening and aching, unable to hold back as he came first. But not long after, the other cock in his grip twitched twice, and he shuddered to a stop, utterly dazed.

It was the first time he’d seen someone else’s release, and the sheer volume surprised him. It kept twitching in his slick palm, spurting out in bursts, taking a while to stop—yet it didn’t fully soften.

But Fu Rangyi had clearly calmed down a lot, leaning against him obediently. After catching his breath, he moved again, pushing Zhu Zhixi onto the bed and using his hand for another round, face-to-face.

This was filthy beyond belief. Zhu Zhixi had never imagined his pure life would come to this. He could guess he was drenched in Fu Rangyi’s scent now, but he couldn’t smell a trace of it—all he could detect was the lewd, indecent odor.

Fu Rangyi’s lower half seemed to have no downtime whatsoever, pressing against him again after just a short while, breathing hot, damp air into his ear. "Hand..."

"Hand?" Still with the hand?! Zhu Zhixi was mortified, throwing a small tantrum. "You still dare ask? My hand’s gonna chafe off at this rate!"

Fu Rangyi lowered his head, rubbing the bite guard against Zhu Zhixi’s shoulder. "Wrist... hurts."

Wrist? It suddenly hit him—Fu Rangyi had been bound with rope the whole time. The knots tightened the more he struggled, and with Fu Rangyi being so restless, of course it would hurt.

But... remembering how he’d been pinned down earlier, Zhu Zhixi still felt residual panic.

"It’s chafed..."

At that, Zhu Zhixi panicked. "Chafed?!" He hastily wiped his palms on his shirt and hurriedly pulled Fu Rangyi’s bound hands closer to inspect them. Not bleeding yet, but they were already reddened.

Looking into those tear-bright eyes, then at his own wrecked appearance, Zhu Zhixi decided to take him to the bathroom first—untying him while giving them both a quick rinse.

This wasn’t easy. He had no strength left to carry Fu Rangyi to the bathroom, so he switched to sweet-talking. "Let’s go wash up," he said, helping him up.

"Don’t... go."

"I won’t. We’ll... go together." Zhu Zhixi wanted to die of embarrassment after saying that, but he steeled himself and kept coaxing, resting a hand on Fu Rangyi’s nape. "Come down, let’s go wash up together."

Fu Rangyi was far more obedient than he’d expected, trailing after him like an obedient puppy. The bathroom floor was strewn with beads, and worried he might step on them, Zhu Zhixi carefully guided him inside and shut the glass door.

After catching his breath, he cranked the hot water and aimed the showerhead. Without bothering to undress himself first, he moved behind Fu Rangyi to untie the improvised restraints.

As a precaution, he left half of the knot, looping one end around Fu Rangyi's elbow and the other end around the faucet, pulling it tight. If he lost control again, at least Zhu Zhixi could escape while Fu Rangyi couldn’t.

But Fu Rangyi was much more docile than he’d expected. Instead of retaliating, he simply pinned Zhu Zhixi against the wall as warm water poured over them like rain. Zhu Zhixi’s vision blurred, and so did his desires. He never considered himself particularly lustful—time was too precious, and he rarely even thought of masturbation. Yet now, just being held by the waist, with Fu Rangyi rubbing his neck with the muzzle, was enough to set him off.

"Stop..." Zhu Zhixi pushed Fu Rangyi away, not daring to look at him. "Enough, no more."

As he spoke, he grabbed Fu Rangyi’s wrist, giving it a light shake and murmuring, "Besides, you have your own hands now. I'm not... letting you use mine anymore."

Surprisingly, Fu Rangyi didn’t push further. His aggression and possessiveness seemed to dissolve in the warm water, the rising steam softening him, shedding his outer shell to reveal something fragile beneath.

After a long pause, he lowered his head and whispered, "I’m sorry..."

Zhu Zhixi had been focused on squeezing out body wash and lathering it into foam, but at those words, his hands stilled, and he sighed.

He spread the white foam over Fu Rangyi’s chest, then looked up earnestly. "You haven’t wronged me."

God, he always did this. Before Zhu Zhixi could even comfort him, Fu Rangyi would say thank you. And when Zhu Zhixi hadn’t suffered any real harm—or at least didn’t think he had—Fu Rangyi would apologize.

"Fu Rangyi, don’t be like this, I..." But his words were cut off.

Suddenly, as if some hidden mechanism had been triggered, Fu Rangyi began reflecting, his voice glazed. "This... is wrong." He wasn’t even looking at Zhu Zhixi. His eyes were distant.

"I... am bad."

Zhu Zhixi’s stomach dropped, like stepping into a dream where the ground vanished beneath him. Through the steam, he glanced at Fu Rangyi’s only free arm.

For a moment, the phrase "whatever it takes" flashed through his mind. But the next second, he even told himself: If this was what it took, then that was fine. At least Fu Rangyi wasn’t truly suffering.

But clearly, he was. Zhu Zhixi could feel it.

Fu Rangyi looked lost and pained. "...I don’t want this either."

"No." Zhu Zhixi stepped away from the wall, took Fu Rangyi’s hand, and squeezed it, moving closer into the "rain."

"That’s not it." In the end, he hugged the soaked, miserable mess. "It’s not your fault. You’re just... sick."

"You’ll hate me," Fu Rangyi said numbly.

"Who—who said that?"

"I don’t like being treated like this... and you wouldn’t either. I hate myself."

"Fu Rangyi." Zhu Zhixi was genuinely annoyed now. "Why do you always fixate like this? And your logic is flawed—how do you know I... don’t like it?"

I’ve come so many times I’ve got nothing left. The mouth lies, but the body doesn’t.

He couldn’t say it out loud, so instead, he gently traced the layers of scars on Fu Rangyi’s body, like stacked pages of a book that never seemed to end.

Fu Rangyi didn’t improve. He kept muttering to himself, stuck in his spiral of self-loathing, unable to wake or break free. Zhu Zhixi felt frustrated. It was as if he’d lost his talent, his magic for bringing joy, left clueless like a fool. After a long hesitation, he let go of him.

Suddenly, Fu Rangyi went quiet, frowning slightly before reaching out with his free hand to give Zhu Zhixi’s sleeve a small pull.

But Zhu Zhixi moved that hand away. He wiped the water from his face, pushed back his damp bangs, took a deep breath, and then lifted the hem of his soiled, soaked hoodie. His pale skin shone wet under the water. "Weren’t you... looking for this earlier?"

He bit the fabric to hold it up, took Fu Rangyi’s index finger, and guided it to trace over his soft stomach. Once found, he pressed down firmly, muffled by the fabric, "Here. The mole you kept looking for. Right here."

"Here." Fu Rangyi still looked dazed, lowering his head to obediently poke at it.

"Mhm, happy now?" Zhu Zhixi muffled by the fabric, stealing a glance up at him.

It tickles...

This was deliberate teasing. No matter how innocent Zhu Zhixi had once been, after sharing an Alpha’s rut—one who’d suffered for years—he knew exactly what this meant—and how dangerous it was. But he had no other way to divert Fu Rangyi’s attention, desperate only to pull him out of the flashbacks of trauma.

So when reason crumbled again, he wasn’t surprised.

Fu Rangyi’s cock stiffened again, his fingers clearly not enough this time. On instinct, he rubbed the head of his cock there, grinding insistently.

What the—ah! Zhu Zhixi jolted as if electrocuted, his body going numb for a moment, his teeth accidentally loosening. The hem of his shirt fell, covering his stomach again. Quit being such a perv.

Wanna fuck. Fu Rangyi gripped Zhu Zhixi’s hips, his thumb pressing down on the mole, pinning him face-first against the wall. The bite guard scraped his skin again, Zhu Zhixi’s swollen lips nearly splitting under the pressure.

He yanked Zhu Zhixi’s pants further down, exposing the pale, tender skin of his thighs.

A shiver ran through Zhu Zhixi—sudden fear tightening his chest—as he pushed weakly at Fu Rangyi’s chest. Wait—I’ll use my hands, alright? Just don’t—

Your hands are tiny... What the hell? Suddenly, Zhu Zhixi remembered how Fu Rangyi had looked on the day they got their marriage license, and his face burned even hotter.

Jerk. Freaking mutt.

He spat out the words he hadn’t dared to say that day: Bull! They’re plenty strong—ah—!

Before he could finish, his whole body went rigid, his waist turning weak, legs locking up as if paralyzed.

Shit! You’re hitting me with suppressants?!

Fu Rangyi, you’re the worst! Zhu Zhixi gasped, struggling to breathe, terrified that Fu Rangyi might actually do something reckless. He fought against the physiological suppression, trying to slap some sense into Fu Rangyi, but the hits were too light—more futile squirming than actual resistance.

Fu Rangyi didn’t actually do anything worse. Instead, he wrapped one hand around both of their hardened lengths, thrusting and rubbing at a pace so fast Zhu Zhixi couldn’t take it, already spent, almost nothing left to give, just a thin, slick dribble at the tip. Then, with one careless slip, that terrifyingly swollen cock slid out, brushing Zhu Zhixi’s inner thigh.

The suppressant pheromones had long faded, but Zhu Zhixi was already panting, head thrown back, legs trembling as he sagged against the wall. Yet soon, that large hand wandered lower.

Quit feeling me up—back off... I mean it... Zhu Zhixi twisted away, clamping his thighs shut, hips squirming to evade, his boxers riding up and digging into the crease of his hips.

Don’t be mad. Fu Rangyi said the words, but his index finger hooked under the tight edge of Zhu Zhixi’s underwear, finding a gap and slipping inside, the slick tip rubbing against the fabric, grinding against the delicate skin of his groin.

Mm—! Zhu Zhixi’s head dropped in disbelief.

Where the hell did you get this idea?

He watched, wide-eyed, as that thing thrust in and out, pushing upward, striking the mole over and over, as if trying to wear through that tiny patch of skin, to bore into that small mark.

Fu Rangyi, you’re really—sick. You’re even worse than me...

No response. Fu Rangyi nuzzled against his shoulder, gripping his cock and stroking, thrusting while inhaling deeply, muttering under his breath: No... pheromones...

God, Zhu Zhixi was too overstimulated to finish, already frustrated, and hearing that only made him angrier. He shoved at Fu Rangyi’s head. I don’t even—have any... Get off, don’t treat me like—ah—an Omega.

This time, Fu Rangyi answered immediately. Can’t stand Omegas.

...Huh?

Before Zhu Zhixi could process that, a sudden dizziness hit him, and he was flipped around. His flushed cheek hit the icy tiles, the chill making his head spin. Fu Rangyi’s fingers hooked under the back of his underwear, forcing his way in, panting harshly as he thrust rapidly between Zhu Zhixi’s ass and the fabric, his hips moving faster and faster.

Zhu Zhixi whimpered under the assault, whimpering like a kitten, mind hazy but pleasure rising. One hand braced against the tiles, the other stroking himself, he abandoned all thought, letting animal instinct take over—like an Alpha in rut, or an Omega in heat.

The rigid bite guard dug into his mating scar, the familiar pain resurfacing. Zhu Zhixi groaned, brow furrowed. No—not there...

To his shock, Fu Rangyi obeyed, pulling back to instead press close to his ear. Between rapid thrusts, he mumbled something, a stream of incoherent words. Zhu Zhixi’s thoughts were fraying at the edges, but he strained to listen, the muffled phrases slowly sharpening through the fog. Yet none of it made sense—his brain was too scrambled to understand.

Is it a side effect? Delirious rambling again?

"Kitten... let's eat together... so cute."

"Can’t get the damn salt out of that thing."

What *salt*? Since when are you cooking?

"The lawn... y’know... frisbee."

"Omegas. Hate 'em."

"You in that... fuck, pretty."

Breath scalding his ear, Zhu Zhixi tried to dodge, but Fu Rangyi’s free hand suddenly clamped down hard on his face, accidentally covering his mouth. Panicking, Zhu clawed at it with both hands but couldn’t break free. Then, Fu’s cock bumped against his balls—hurt like hell but goddamn good. Trapped between suffocation and relentless thrusts, Zhu went rigid, a broken noise tearing out of him.

He bit into Fu Rangyi’s hand—not too hard, but his teeth perfectly circled the mole on Fu’s thumb. He came again, this time just a pathetic dribble seeping into the tile grout.

Not long after, Fu Rangyi came too, painting Zhu’s thighs and the sheets. Panting, his arm slid down, wrapping around Zhu’s waist as he crushed him from behind, mouthing at his neck like he couldn’t get enough. After what felt like forever, Fu finally loosened his grip but didn’t let go entirely, lingering for a while longer.

Still babbling nonsense.

“Auntie said... no huggin’ the kids here…”

Zhu Zhixi’s legs gave out, leaving him boneless, a puddle in Fu’s grip. His mind was blank, unable to process the sticky words spilling out.

“S’safe here… soft an’… lotsa clothes, fur… smells nice… no pheromones.”

Asshole. *Still* on about pheromones.

“Zhu Zhixi…”

Unable to close his parted lips, Zhu gasped inwardly, retorting in his mind.

*Sure*, Zhu Zhixi. Zhu Zhixi isn’t pure, half-resisting, half-yielding, dick-drunk, weak-hearted and weak-legged, with a little *cock* that’s too sensitive and too easily tempted—but still a Beta. A Beta is a Beta, not a trace of pheromones. Dream on.

Fu Rangyi sniffled, lowering his head to jam the muzzle against Zhu’s shoulder, muttering one last line.

“My good bunny… different… from everyone else.”

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Hey! (Wave exhausted but bright, slumping into the chair.) Good evening, everyone!

Interviewer: How did that feel just now?

Xiao Zhu: Hmm... good, just too tiring. I couldn’t even stand afterward, nearly blacked out in the tub. (Teacher Fu was still tied up watching.) After recovering, I had to change clothes and coax him back. He even jammed that fucking muzzle at me, refused to get in bed unless I did first, crushing me like a damn boa—only let go when he woke up. So exhausting. I’m *done* with this shit. (Panting heavily.)

Interviewer: You’ve worked hard. May I ask, have you considered what’ll happen after he wakes up?

Xiao Zhu: Huh? Wakes up?

Interviewer: Yeah, after Teacher Fu comes to.

Xiao Zhu: !!! *Fuck me*—

Full-body flinch. Xiao Zhu jolts awake, forehead drenched in sweat.

Scared to death—turns out it was just a nightmare. He mumbles, grumpy, hugging the blanket and going back to sleep, completely forgetting one fact: reality always comes knocking.