Chapter 14: Master, Hug

Chapter 14: Master, Stick Close

Song Yuqing, of course, had no idea of the malicious plan Pei Huai had concocted for him.

Qi Ran had just finished showering and was sitting at the desk, tackling problems. Song Yuqing was about to go in to wash up when Qi Ran called out, "Wait a moment before you go in."

"There's still a lot of water on the floor; it's easy to slip."

Just as Song Yuqing reached the bathroom door, Qi Ran suddenly spoke.

Song Yuqing looked at his foster son with confusion, keenly noticing a suspicious flush on the boy's ears.

The air still carried a lingering scent. As a Beta, Song Yuqing couldn't detect changes in pheromones.

But he was still a healthy male, even if he didn't care for such things.

"It's normal to have such needs during puberty."

Song Yuqing’s tone showed little fluctuation, his voice cold, yet each word was laced with frost, stirring emotions in the listener.

Qi Ran's ears turned bright red, feeling as if Song Yuqing truly was like his... giving him 'the talk' on such common knowledge.

"But it's best not to do it too frequently, and Alphas are mutually repulsive. I respect Alpha-Alpha relationships, but if possible, I hope you don't end up with an Alpha." Song Yuqing seized the opportunity to subtly guide his foster son's romantic inclinations.

Qi Ran: "..."

Song Yuqing: "Alpha-Omega and Alpha-Beta relationships are better than Alpha-Alpha."

Though not by much, at least they align with this world's conventional relationships.

"What do you think?"

Qi Ran: "...Mm."

Song Yuqing was very satisfied. His good foster son would surely steer clear of unconventional relationships.

Qi Ran wanted to ask Song Yuqing something, but when he looked up, he met Song Yuqing's satisfied gaze—clear and warm.

He felt there was no need to ask. Even after he had done something, an impulse he couldn't control, Song Yuqing didn't despise him or think he was dirty or cheap.

Qi Ran: "Song Yuqing, have a seat."

Song Yuqing pulled over a chair and sat opposite Qi Ran, thinking Qi Ran had more questions.

But then he felt a cold touch on his neck and instinctively flinched away.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just putting on ointment. You, don't be afraid." The Alpha wasn't one for sweet talk, just hoarsely repeating "don't be afraid" over and over.

Like a stubborn little beast.

"I'm not afraid."

But Song Yuqing was truly sensitive. Even the touch of applying medicine made his cold, pale skin flush pink.

Catching a glimpse of the redness at the corner of Song Yuqing's eyes, Qi Ran quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again, his gaze returning to Song Yuqing's neck.

The Alpha's bite mark was imprinted on Song Yuqing's slender, pale neck. The broken skin and the blood clotted around the teeth marks were a shocking sight.

"It's nothing, just got bitten by a dog."

His tone was light and indifferent, as if the treatment he had suffered and the madman he had encountered were no big deal.

The more time Qi Ran spent with Song Yuqing, the more he realized that Song Yuqing wasn't as fragile as he appeared on the surface—like paper that would tremble at a mere breeze.

He didn't know why Song Yuqing wasn't afraid. He guessed maybe it was because he had experienced a lot in the past.

More bullying than Qi Ran himself had endured.

But Song Yuqing was only around the same age as him.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Song Yuqing: "Just focus on protecting yourself first. If you're safe, that's help enough for me."

Pei Huai saw this scene from outside and found it particularly grating. The two looked like little beasts licking each other's wounds. So what did that make him? A villain trying to destroy their bond?

But... clearly, Qi Ran and Song Yuqing were even less likely to be together.

It happened to be Saturday.

Victor United High School had no tradition of make-up classes, strictly adhering to a two-day weekend.

Song Yuqing didn't need to go to the classroom and went straight to the lab.

The weather at the end of summer was unpredictable. A few days ago, it had been pouring rain, but recently the mornings had been steaming hot. Faded petals of jacaranda flowers curled up by the asphalt road, like crumpled violet stationery.

As soon as Song Yuqing reached the lab door, he heard a pitiful voice.

"Brother, I was wrong. Please help me."

Song Yuqing looked up. The Alpha in front of him was bundled up tightly, a cold steel mesh mask covering the lower half of his face, with steel buckles at the jaw.

The Alpha, with half his face covered by the muzzle, looked like a restrained wild dog.

Only his exposed eyes were droopy, puppy-like, and a bit of his hair was curly.

Song Yuqing glanced up slightly.

Great, a curly-haired dog.

"Brother, I just adored you too much, that's why I wanted to..."

Song Yuqing didn't respond to the Alpha.

The Alpha didn't truly know he was wrong; he was just momentarily yielding because he couldn't break free.

An untamed wild dog, once the muzzle is removed, would bite your neck without hesitation.

The Alpha's gaze devoured Song Yuqing's neck. The bite mark hadn't faded yet, standing out against his cold, pale skin like drops of blood sinking into fresh snow, spreading a vivid red.

The blood was Song Yuqing's blood, and it smelled sweet.

The bite mark was his, his mark left on Song Yuqing.

At this moment, the Alpha's possessiveness was greatly satisfied.

He had been punished, restrained because of Song Yuqing.

He felt zero regret.

He even felt a subtle excitement when he saw Song Yuqing again.

An intense pleasure, both physical and psychological, especially now that he was confined, yet could quietly watch Song Yuqing.

But this couldn’t go on.

It had been a whole night—he’d fall apart. He only wanted to scare Song Yuqing, not become a wreck.

He’d even disguised himself like this today precisely so Song Yuqing wouldn’t see his face. That way, he could still approach Song Yuqing brightly in the future, calling him "brother."

If Song Yuqing really ignored him, who would he even be bright for?

Xiao Jinshi humbled himself again, his tone pleading. "Brother, could you let me go? I really know I was wrong."

"I’m wearing a muzzle this time, I won’t bite you."

"It’s secured tightly—do you want to check, brother?"

Song Yuqing lifted his gaze, coldly staring at the muzzle on Xiao Jinshi’s face—a mechanical device clamped over the lower half of his face.

Song Yuqing gazed at the muzzle, then beckoned him.

Xiao Jinshi licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement.

"Brother, do you want me to lower my head?"

Song Yuqing’s gaze grew even colder. "Shut up."

88: "…"

Height, you’re really pushing Song Yuqing’s buttons.

Song Yuqing’s fingers touched the metal buckle on Xiao Jinshi’s jawline.

It felt like a touch through a layer of metal.

Song Yuqing studied it closely, his long lashes slightly lowered, his translucent eyes full of focus.

Being looked at so seriously, without desire, was even more enticing than if it were filled with desire.

Xiao Jinshi’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stood up straight. "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Did Song Yuqing like this? It seemed he’d been doing it wrong—Song Yuqing liked obedience.

Just as Xiao Jinshi thought he’d figured out Song Yuqing’s game—

Pain shot through his jaw. The buckle with spikes clamped down hard, piercing his skin and gripping his jawbone. The scent of blood filled the air. Xiao Jinshi groaned, "Ungh…"

His eyes flashed with disbelief. Song Yuqing’s pale fingertips were stained with blood.

His tone was flat and cold. "It wasn’t fastened properly. I helped you. No need to thank me."

Xiao Jinshi: "…"

Thank you so much.

But Xiao Jinshi had to force a smile and speak very obediently, "Thank you, brother."

Song Yuqing was utterly composed. "Mm, you should be thankful."

Xiao Jinshi: "…"

Only after Song Yuqing had made sure the alpha was secured did he speak. "Go to the bathroom."

Xiao Jinshi: "Can’t we go to your lab?"

Song Yuqing looked up, his tone deadpan. "What do you think?"

Xiao Jinshi shut up and followed Song Yuqing to the bathroom.

It was humiliating—so humiliating he couldn’t even blow off steam, just being led along by Song Yuqing. This feeling was terrible.

"Right here."

Xiao Jinshi: "…"

Sunlight filtered in like gold leaf, the faint shadow of jacaranda blossoms casting a lavender glow on Song Yuqing’s face. Tiny motes of dust drifted into his amber eyes.

Every flutter of Song Yuqing’s lashes, every movement, every frame was like a Rococo-style oil painting.

Dreamy, gentle, cool, and lingering.

A porcelain-doll fragility, subtly lazy and decadent, like an overripe sweet dream.

The kind that appears in teenage dreams, offering an intoxicating blend of love and lust.

But Song Yuqing was making him do it right here. For the first time, Xiao Jinshi felt like he’d shot himself in the foot.

Xiao Jinshi’s ears were bright red, his voice mumbled. "I want to go into a stall."

Song Yuqing: "Weren’t you fine doing bad things anywhere before? Now you’re being choosy?"

Xiao Jinshi: "…"

He’d been scolded.

Song Yuqing scolded him, but… why did he feel even stranger?

Staring at Song Yuqing, humiliated and resentful, he realized—before, he only wanted to scare Song Yuqing, but now he genuinely wanted to grab him and reduce him to tears.

Xiao Jinshi was wearing pants over pants, the inner pair being the school trousers he’d worn to find Song Yuqing last night.

Song Yuqing lowered his head to unlock it. Xiao Jinshi tried to lean in to memorize the code, but all he saw were slender fingers moving swiftly—it was too fast to catch.

With a click, the lock of the chastity pants opened and quickly retracted into a metal ball.

Song Yuqing’s slender fingers hooked the ring on the metal ball, and it dropped obediently into his palm.

Before leaving, Song Yuqing shot a cold look. Xiao Jinshi was momentarily dazed by it. The stimulation from the night, already piled up, peaked the moment Song Yuqing glanced at him.

Physical reactions were more honest than mental ones.

"You wet yourself. You’re really filthy. Go home and change your pants." Song Yuqing’s cold gaze held a trace of disdain.

Xiao Jinshi: "…"

He hadn’t.

Xiao Jinshi: "Brother, you've misunderstood me, I was..."

But Song Yuqing didn't bother to listen and had already walked away.

It was that one glance from Song Yuqing that haunted him—it was Song Yuqing who had brought him into this mess.

Xiao Jinshi still felt wronged. He hadn't done anything today, yet he ended up looking so pitiful.

Blood stained Xiao Jinshi's neck and shirt, but his mind was filled with Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing giving him a cold stare, Song Yuqing touching his jaw through the bite guard, Song Yuqing pressing the clasp of the bite guard into his jaw, Song Yuqing standing bathed in light.

It was all Song Yuqing—cold, untouchable, yet gazing at him with contempt.

In his eighteen years of life, Xiao Jinshi had never met someone like this—someone who constantly frustrated him yet remained impossible to forget.

Song Yuqing should have been like a porcelain doll, lying there quietly, meant to be observed, kissed, and held by him.

Not staring at him with icy disgust.

Song Yuqing: "Was that Xiao Jinshi just now?"

88: "Yeah."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Great, another pervert. Outwardly a bright, cheerful puppy, but inwardly a slimy creep who enjoyed voyeurism—especially spying on people in the dormitory. At night, he would crouch beside others' beds and watch.

He got thrills from being caught by a sleeping roommate, and... unfortunately, I was that sleeping roommate.

On top of that, Xiao Jinshi also used various aliases to engage in all sorts of bizarre non-consensual games.

A pervert and a madman with artistic talent.

He loved witnessing and capturing every beautiful moment of desire.

His artistic style, much like himself, appeared lavish and dazzling, yet carried an unsettling voyeuristic quality that could make people deeply uncomfortable.

While reviewing the information, Song Yuqing felt that each person described was creepier than the last.

Song Yuqing returned to the lab, found some alcohol, and soaked the iron ball in it.

Song Yuqing: "I'm just too broke. This is all Xiao Jinshi gets."

88: "..."

Xiao Jinshi better not show up again, or he'll be locked up for another night.

But given Xiao Jinshi’s level of perversion, there would definitely be a next time.

Song Yuqing got back to work, designing the robot Tan Shu needed.

During this period, Song Yuqing visited the scrap yard outside the school several times to search for the parts and materials he needed. Some items took forever to find, costing him a lot of time.

It wasn’t just for Tan Shu—he wanted to build these little robots for himself too.

The version sold to Tan Shu was the first edition; the upgraded version was Song Yuqing’s personal model.

Song Yuqing lowered his head, modeling and cutting wires. Sunlight, golden and bright, filtered through the trees and flooded the lab, casting a silhouette of Song Yuqing.

The young man, head slightly bowed, worked with focused precision, editing and revising repeatedly.

The little robot he had already built zipped around happily delivering supplies. "Master, screws."

"Master, solder wire."

"Master, cuddles."

The little robot was programmed with emotional settings. Song Yuqing tapped its head. "Good boy, go play by yourself. I'm busy."

The robot’s screen eyes instantly changed from X﹏X to (/≧▽≦)/.

"Okay, Master."

Song Yuqing gave a soft laugh and continued working.

88 watched in awe. Song Yuqing truly had more patience for inanimate objects.

A creator would love every life they brought into existence—if these little robots could even be called lives.

Somehow, today, he liked Song Yuqing even more.

88 sidled over. "Song Yuqing, cuddles."

Song Yuqing lifted an eyelid, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "We're old acquaintances. Cut it out."

88: "..."

88 plopped down sulking in the corner.

Song Yuqing, what a stepmother! Definitely the type who favors her own kids and neglects the stepchildren!

Song Yuqing briefly glanced at the gas-can-shaped Fa Fa in the corner. "Stop badmouthing me over there. Come help take photos."

88: "..."

How annoying. Not only did Song Yuqing refuse to comfort him, but now he was ordering him to photograph the little robots.

88 ducked into the fortune-cat tin suit Song Yuqing had made for him and grumpily barked at the robots, "Line up! Number one, come here for your ID photo. Number two, stand behind number one. Get ready."

Number one: "?"

88 hissed like a villain, "Song Yuqing doesn't want you anymore. He's going to sell you off."

Number one: {{{(>_<)}}}

Number two: o((>ω< ))o

Number three: ╰(艹皿艹 )

Number Three: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing’s robot business finally took off after he started posting photos of the little robots online. Their agility and adorable appearance attracted numerous custom orders.

F7: "Hey, how much for the robot? Can it be customized?"

Song Yuqing chose to pretend he didn't see the nickname.

Time Machine: "Sure."

F7: "I'll send you the materials. I want a life-size doll. Can you make it if I provide photos?"

Time Machine: "Yes. Provide the data, and I'll show you the 3D model after modeling. Once you confirm, production will begin. However, you'll need to cover the cost of parts and wire-cutting fees for the custom robot."

F7: "Price isn't an issue, but it must be flawless and identical."

Time Machine: "Sure."

Two minutes later, Song Yuqing received the other party's photos and was shocked to see they were his own pictures. Looking at the data, it included all his bodily measurements.

Even highly private data—data even he didn't know about—were included.

F7: "Silicone material, requires the penis to be identical, and the testicles must also be identical. By the way, can a reproductive cavity be made inside? Is it waterproof? I think Qingqing's vaginal opening is very tight, and the reproductive cavity is quite small. What do you think?"

Author's Note:

Qingqing: I make serious robots. Keep your perverted requests away.