Chapter 16: Baby? Shameless.

Chapter 16: Baby? How Shameless.

The alphas eavesdropping outside swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing.

It made perfect sense—stripping Song Yuqing’s clothes off and inspecting every private inch of him was something every alpha dreamed of doing.

Today, they would get to hear how the shameless alpha Pei Huai stripped Song Yuqing completely bare.

Song Yuqing’s slaps stood no chance against that shameless alpha Pei Huai.

He’d be pinned against the door and fucked until he cried, perhaps grabbed by the waist from behind and made to cry.

Song Yuqing: "…"

Psychopath.

88: "…"

You’re in danger. Chastity belt warning.

Song Yuqing punched Pei Huai in the stomach—but this time, it wasn’t his fist. It was a spring-loaded mechanical fist, small but powerful, with a spring layer coupled with a pneumatic layer. The moment he pressed the button, the explosive force was immense.

Even against a live alpha, he could strike first and daze them briefly.

In the instant Pei Huai doubled over from gut-wrenching pain, Song Yuqing followed up with a knee to the alpha’s stomach, mimicking the move Pei Huai had used on other alphas in the training ground, and threw him down.

With a heavy thud, the alpha’s body hit the floor.

What the fuck?

Pei Huai grimaced in pain but stared intently at Song Yuqing. Was Song Yuqing using the same fighting stance he had just used against him?

He had to admit, Song Yuqing was a fast study—he picked the most suitable technique, using clever force to quickly take down an alpha.

This was far better than those clueless, brute-force alpha idiots on the training ground.

If only Song Yuqing could fight Qi Zhengqing like this, to keep Qi Zhengqing from getting close to him.

Just after throwing Pei Huai to the ground, Song Yuqing started to weaken. The alpha’s psychic pressure had taken its toll on him today, and a chill seeped into his lungs, making him cough uncontrollably.

His eyes glistened with welled-up tears, and faint red marks bloomed across his pale, cold skin.

Like a delicate pink butterfly on the verge of collapse.

A heartbreaking sense of mortality.

Pei Huai’s heart clenched watching him. He stood up, wanting to rub Song Yuqing’s back, but Song Yuqing slapped his hand away. "Don’t touch me."

"If you steal from me again, I’ll hit you just the same," Song Yuqing said, lowering his eyelashes, his voice quiet but recklessly determined.

Song Yuqing’s face was as pale as paper, unchanged even in the faint light.

Pei Huai stayed silent, unwilling to agree. But seeing Song Yuqing’s sickly yet defiant demeanor, he softened a bit.

His stomach ached sharply—probably bruised from the hit. If Song Yuqing had aimed any lower, he really might have been castrated.

"Fine, I won’t steal. It’s not like I really wanted to anyway," Pei Huai shot back defiantly.

Song Yuqing: "…"

"You hitting me earlier wasn’t right either," Pei Huai suddenly said.

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze and countered, "You insulted me first, grabbed my chair, and choked me."

"You deserved it."

"Bastard," Song Yuqing hissed quietly, his tone cold yet oddly alluring.

Pei Huai: "…"

Song Yuqing was cursing him again.

"Here, let me help you up," Pei Huai reached out to Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing slapped his hand away again. "No need. Back off."

Grabbing a nearby chair, Song Yuqing hauled himself up, though he still looked unwell, sitting down to recover his strength.

For once, Pei Huai sat quietly beside Song Yuqing, clutching his stomach as he sat down—it still hurt badly.

Song Yuqing was ruthless.

Merciless toward others and himself alike.

He could endure an alpha’s psychic pressure on the training ground without backing down, and even in poor condition, battle Pei Huai fiercely.

Pei Huai said, "Don’t come to the training ground again. This isn’t a place for betas."

Song Yuqing didn’t respond. But he might have no choice but to return.

Today’s visit made him realize that if an alpha used psychic pressure on him, he likely wouldn’t be able to escape.

His current tools weren’t enough to ensure he could face an alpha and walk away unscathed.

A beta’s physique was still too weak—he had no advantage.

Betas lacked the psychic abilities of alphas and were vulnerable to its suppression. He needed conditioning training to build up his tolerance to alpha psychic pressure.

Only then could he cripple those shameless alphas in a fight next time.

Seeing Song Yuqing’s silence, Pei Huai seemed to understand what he was thinking. "You’re so stubborn. Why does a beta like you insist on challenging alphas directly?"

Song Yuqing lowered his eyelashes. "You’re the bully—shouldn’t you know?"

"Even if I don’t provoke you, won’t you target me anyway?"

Called out, Pei Huai fell silent. But he still saw nothing wrong with it—the survival of the fittest was the law of this world, and chasing and toying with prey was an alpha’s nature.

"Hollow, pathetic creatures who can only get their kicks from others’ suffering."

"Stop bothering me, Pei Huai. I’m not your plaything."

The phrase "hollow, pathetic creatures" clearly angered Pei Huai. He narrowed his eyes and grinned cockily. "Song Yuqing, do you really think I won’t kill you?"

"Go ahead," Song Yuqing lifted his head. The soft light softened his features, his long eyelashes glistening faintly, nearly ethereal.

"You’d better kill me first. If you fail, then expect me to kill you."

The voice wasn't loud, even gentle, yet carried a quietly unhinged tone.

Death is the simplest thing.

Living well is what requires every ounce of effort.

"The worst outcome is taking each other out."

Song Yuqing's eyelashes fluttered as he tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes flicked subtly to look at Pei Huai.

Pei Huai's heart beat erratically, matching Song Yuqing's cold, feverish rhythm.

Death—dying together with Song Yuqing?

Song Yuqing pushed the door open from inside. The alphas eavesdropping outside were caught off guard, hurriedly stepped back, but their eyes raked hungrily on Song Yuqing's nose, his pale pink lips, slender neck, and slim waist.

Their stares were crude and blatant.

Song Yuqing didn't spare them a single glance and walked straight ahead.

Yet his slightly disheveled collar and the cold sweat glistening on his snow-white skin clearly betrayed the intensity inside the locker room.

"Qingqing was..."

"Damn it, that dog Pei Huai stole my spot as the side piece."

"Qingqing came looking for Pei Huai the second he had a free moment—he really is practically begging for it. What alpha could resist?"

"So tight—he must have been stretched till he cried. The corners of his eyes were completely red."

Qi Ran, bruised and battered from the training ground, overheard these words as he descended.

The alpha’s eyes darkened.

Despite facing backlash, Song Yuqing's robots still received several orders.

At first, it was just a few, but soon, after using them, the buyers couldn't resist bragging online.

The robots were exquisitely crafted, with every mechanical joint showcasing mechanical elegance, yet their overall appearance was endearingly cute.

The way they bobbed their heads while calling out names, and the ability to customize their personalities, quickly captivated the school.

Once the trend caught on, a robot craze swept through the campus.

OP: I've prepared the robot. I'm giving it to Qingqing today, equipped with a high-precision micro-camera. Even the folds in Qingqing's little hole will be clearly visible.

5L: Such a cute robot! The creator is a genius. I kept one for myself and gave one to Qingqing—it's like a matching set.

7L: Damn, you perverts! The pretty boy's body is about to be exposed to all of you.

16L: I'm ready to get a look too. Qingqing already got with PH in the gym—what's the harm in letting me see? He's already been fucked to tears anyway.

17L: Haha, this kind of icy, stubborn pretty boy who's good at fighting deserves to be taken—thoroughly, inside and out, until he's dirty all over.

19L: A cold, reserved submissive should be made to cry by lewd alphas. If he ends up knocked up with a bastard, wouldn't that drive the old man mad?

The earlier comments had traces of innocent exchanges, but as they went on, they grew increasingly vulgar.

They liked Song Yuqing's appearance, his demeanor, his beauty—but they never truly respected him.

In their minds, Song Yuqing was always that beta from the slums, one who fought back and hit people. Yet, the resistance and slaps he offered were merely seen as part of their kinky roleplay.

They always believed that, at best, Song Yuqing was nothing more than a pretty face with nothing else.

When they adored him, they hyped him up relentlessly and fought others on his behalf. When their feelings turned to love-hate, crude remarks were never in short supply.

Song Yuqing's visit to Pei Huai that day clearly enraged those who couldn't have him, twisting their minds further. They could only vent their malice through even more obscene fantasies.

As orders increased, Song Yuqing spent his days assembling robots, returning to the dorm later and later.

Today, as soon as he entered, he saw his bed piled high with small robots.

Song Yuqing gently touched one of the robots and picked up the card that came with it.

—"Darling, this is for you. I hope you like it."

Pei Huai emerged from the shower, his hair still damp. The tall alpha approached, glanced down, and sneered, "‘Darling’? How pathetic."

"You into robots? I’ll buy you one."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Since that day, Pei Huai had reined himself in, but now he acted like a walking wallet. If Song Yuqing so much as glanced at something, Pei Huai would immediately offer, "I'll buy it for you."

Song Yuqing: "I like them, but I don’t need you buying them for me."

These were his own creations. He didn't need anyone to buy them for him. He could make as many as he wanted.

Pei Huai: "..."

Pei Huai: "Are you still coming tonight?"

Song Yuqing nodded. "Yeah, you go wait for me first."

Pei Huai: "Our usual spot?"

Song Yuqing: "Yeah."

Song Yuqing left, turning off the light as he went. In the darkness, Qi Ran, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes, his knuckles popping as he clenched his fists.

Had Song Yuqing really become in that kind of relationship with Pei Huai?

Would Song Yuqing dump him soon?

Author's Note:

Qi Ran: Mom, are you abandoning me?

Song Qingqing: ...Behave or get lost.

Qi Ran: I'll be good.