Chapter 131 You Know This Is a Workplace, Right?

Chapter 131: You Know This Is a Workplace?

"What are you doing?"

Fang Ran's voice cut through the small space with exceptional clarity.

Fu Zhangzhou stood merely two or three meters away.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze lingering meaningfully on his Guide, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.

"Then what do you think... I want to do?"

Fang Ran swallowed hard. Fu Zhangzhou seemed to possess a magnetic pull; Fang Ran found himself utterly unable to tear his eyes away.

The Sentinel wore no shirt, revealing a chest of taut, exceptionally well-defined muscle.

In terms of physical prowess, Sentinels and Guides were almost two distinct species.

A towering physique, sculpted musculature, an undeniable sense of power, and the faint scars that rose and fell with his breathing—these were the battle-hardened badges of honor...

Damn, it was so utterly, irresistibly attractive!

Fang Ran couldn't help but curse inwardly.

His, his, his—all of it belonged to him. Why should anyone else be allowed to look?

It was only at this moment that he fully grasped the unsettled, conflicting emotions he'd felt earlier upon seeing the photo...

They were pure jealousy.

So, he, too, harbored a possessive streak towards Fu Zhangzhou.

Perhaps Fang Ran's gaze was too intense, for the smile on Fu Zhangzhou's face deepened.

"Like what you see?"

"......"

He tugged at the waistband of his combat pants. "Shall I continue?"

"......Who asked you to continue?"

Fang Ran forced his gaze away, scanning the room. He noticed the climate control system hadn't been activated yet—no wonder his face was growing hotter and his breathing quickening.

Just as he reached out to switch on the system, the Sentinel closed the distance in a single stride.

Fang Ran was now acutely sensitive to his scent, flinching instinctively.

"Hold this for me." The Sentinel's voice brushed against his ear.

"Hold what?" Fang Ran turned his head to look at him.

"My clothes." Fu Zhangzhou chuckled, deliberately drawing out his words, imbuing them with an unmistakable air of ambiguity. "I'm merely changing. Were you expecting something else?"

"This is a workplace, you know."

He pressed the discarded combat uniform into Fang Ran's hands. "But suddenly I'm feeling a bit warm. If you wish to keep looking, I don’t have to wear..."

"......"

You bastard, you know this is a workplace too?

Fang Ran shot him a look, then reached out and pressed the temperature control panel, instantly dropping the room temperature to 16 degrees Celsius.

Wear it or don't, I don't care. Freeze to death for all I care.

One glance at Fang Ran's expression, and Fu Zhangzhou knew he was having another internal tantrum.

How adorable.

But a little teasing was fine; too much, and even a kitten would bite.

"Fang Ran, are you still feeling unwell? Your face... it's getting redder."

In truth, it wasn't just his face.

From the Sentinel's vantage point, from his earlobes all the way down, Fang Ran was flushing from the inside out, just like that night...

Fu Zhangzhou's gaze deepened ominously, his dormant urges stirring once more.

Fang Ran kept his head bowed, clutching the Sentinel’s discarded clothing tightly in his hands.

He was indeed struggling.

Back in the lounge, he had been desperately holding himself together. Seeing Fu Zhangzhou return had offered a brief respite, but now...

The confined space amplified every sensation.

And now they were so close again, the Sentinel's scent subtly enveloping him.

The Omega's instincts within him relentlessly clamored.

Get closer to him, press against him, do more of those pleasurable, yet terrifying, things.

Fang Ran had received physiological education in his previous world.

He knew perfectly well that an Omega in heat, without sufficient comfort, would only find temporary relief. This was no time for stubbornness.

He remained with his head down, not daring to meet Fu Zhangzhou’s eyes, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

"The temporary mark... needs... needs to be deepened."

"The mark?" Fu Zhangzhou's eyes flickered with immediate understanding.

He reached behind Fang Ran, gently caressing the spot on the back of his neck through the medical tape.

"Here?"

The word was whispered directly into his ear.

Fang Ran shuddered.

His gland was already burning, and the touch of Fu Zhangzhou's fingers felt like pressing a hidden switch.

An intense shiver coursed down his spine, making his entire body tremble, almost causing him to lose his footing.

Seeing Fang Ran's reaction, Fu Zhangzhou immediately reached out to steady him, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"What's wrong? I haven't even bitten you yet."

Now, the two were practically pressed together. Fang Ran abandoned all pretense; his Omega instincts had taken over. He wrapped his arms around Fu Zhangzhou and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"Hurry up..."

The voice was muffled, but it sent a jolt through Fu Zhangzhou.

He had never expected Fang Ran to be so proactive.

The person in his arms was breathing more and more rapidly, his body trembling like a frightened small animal seeking comfort and reassurance.

The Sentinel soothingly patted his back, but his eyes grew increasingly dark.

Slowly, meticulously, he peeled off the adhesive patch covering the gland.

Fang Ran visibly stiffened, then buried his face even deeper.

Fu Zhangzhou’s gaze settled on the red, swollen spot.

The bite mark was still starkly clear, as if proclaiming the marker’s possessive claim.

Omega...

This mysterious and unfathomable constitution had actually made his Guide willingly curl into his arms.

This was perfect.

Fu Zhangzhou felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

After that mission concluded with a brutal battle, he had been in a deep coma in the District 12 laboratory.

Those at the central command, coveting his abilities, had tried to control him with drugs, but instead, he had serendipitously manifested a Spiritual Body.

His first instinct upon waking was to return to Fang Ran, and by chance, he had stumbled upon his secret.

Everything, it seemed, was orchestrated by fate.

If it was his, it would forever remain his.

At this thought, the excitement in his eyes almost spilled over.

A moment later.

The Sentinel slowly lowered his head, his voice low, husky, and utterly captivating.

"Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be with you."

The anticipated pain arrived instantly.

Though the impact wasn't as overwhelming as the first time, it still made him tremble all over.

Fang Ran squeezed his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and held his spine rigidly straight, unable to utter a sound for a moment.

It hurt!

It hurt terribly!

Yet, he felt an incredible sense of security, even profound satisfaction.

As if everything was meant to be this way.

The sweet scent of orange continuously wafted out and then flowed back, while his Spiritual Sea churned with wind and rain. Fu Zhangzhou’s spiritual power tightly enveloped everything.

Something unseen had shifted...

From that moment on, they were inextricably bound, settling into a profound stillness.