Chapter 48: Want to Kiss You

Chapter 48: Craving a Kiss

Xiao Jinshi acted without inhibition, his fingers pressing into Song Yuqing’s waist, his curly head nuzzling against Song Yuqing’s neck, his prominent nose burying itself in the soft, pale skin.

The cool scent emanating from that skin nearly drove Xiao Jinshi to madness.

*So, this is what it feels like to be close to Song Yuqing?*

Still, he yearned to take Song Yuqing back to the cage he had personally crafted, to hide him away and possess him alone, rather than letting everyone else lay eyes on him.

The scene unfolding before them also deeply agitated Pei Huai and Qi Ran.

Song Yuqing, held by another alpha—just his slender profile, a hint of exposed, creamy skin—was enough to tempt anyone to embrace him, to kiss his pale lips, to taste the nectar within.

Especially the faint glance Song Yuqing cast their way.

Song Yuqing grabbed Xiao Jinshi’s hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a wince. He spoke coldly, “Xiao Jinshi, let go.”

Xiao Jinshi heard Song Yuqing’s voice. Reason told him to release Song Yuqing, yet he felt an irresistible pull. “Gege, I want to kiss you.”

Xiao Jinshi bluntly laid bare his desire, and in doing so, revealed the desires of Pei Huai and Qi Ran as well.

Pei Huai stared intently at Song Yuqing. “I want to kiss you too.”

Qi Ran sat before Song Yuqing, holding his hand, pressing his face against Song Yuqing’s palm. “Little Dad, I feel so unwell. Little Dad, I don’t know what to do.”

The alpha was like a caged beast, struggling and disoriented.

Song Yuqing stroked Qi Ran’s chin. “Be good, don’t be afraid.”

The scene from his dream overlapped with reality. Qi Ran looked up at Song Yuqing, his eyes filled with a controlled, yet profound, fascination.

*Little Dad hadn’t rejected him and had even touched him.*

Now, the other two alphas were displeased. Why did Qi Ran receive such treatment when they were all under the influence of the drug, while Song Yuqing showed no reaction to their requests for a kiss?

Xiao Jinshi lowered his head, intending to kiss Song Yuqing, but Pei Huai shoved him to the ground and burst out cursing, “Kiss your mother’s ass!”

He then moved closer to Song Yuqing, speaking with exceptional possessiveness, “Don’t kiss him. Kiss me, Song Yuqing. You’re not allowed to kiss him.”

The more he spoke, the more Pei Huai lost control of his emotions. He could feel his own agitation, his tone stubborn and demanding.

“Kiss me, Song Yuqing.”

Song Yuqing lifted his eyelids to look at Pei Huai, his eyes like translucent glass beads. “Come here, and I’ll reward you.”

Pei Huai impatiently tugged at his school uniform, popping several buttons. Hearing Song Yuqing’s voice, his mind grew hazier, his desire intensifying.

He wanted to steal Song Yuqing away, take him to his own territory, kiss his lips unrestrainedly, tear his clothes, and mark Song Yuqing with his scent.

*Was it really possible?*

*Qingqing, could he truly push Song Yuqing to the point of his pupils dilating?*

Pei Huai’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he followed the sound to Song Yuqing’s side. The moment he embraced Song Yuqing, he used tremendous force, as if trying to meld him into his very bones.

He stared hungrily at Song Yuqing’s lips, leaning in to kiss him. So close, the voices in Pei Huai’s mind suddenly quieted, his focus solely on Song Yuqing’s exquisitely beautiful lips. Their breaths mingled, and Pei Huai’s Adam’s apple moved again. “Qingqing, reward me.”

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze, not looking at Pei Huai, his lightly trembling eyelashes and snow-white face slightly tense.

Pei Huai couldn’t discern Song Yuqing’s expression, but he stared with utter obsession.

Just as Pei Huai was about to kiss Song Yuqing’s lips, Song Yuqing gently turned his head away.

The next second, Pei Huai collapsed softly. Before falling, he gazed at Song Yuqing, grinning foolishly. Even from this angle, he looked strangely beautiful—though his hand hurt a bit.

The syringe Song Yuqing withdrew was stained with blood; the technique had clearly been violent.

Song Yuqing quickly replaced the syringe and reagent, flicking the syringe to make bubbles rise to the top. He pressed his finger against the plunger, pushing it upward to expel the air, then glanced at Xiao Jinshi beside him. “Will you do it, or shall I?”

Xiao Jinshi: “…”

*Not really wanting to.*

Xiao Jinshi’s mind was muddled; none of the excitement or anticipation from watching Pei Huai approach Song Yuqing remained. Of course, if Pei Huai couldn’t kiss him, he certainly wouldn’t succeed either. Not getting a kiss and still getting a shot—he wasn’t that foolish.

“Brother, I feel like my head isn’t as dizzy anymore.”

Song Yuqing paid no attention to Xiao Jinshi’s words, forcefully twisting his arm behind his back and swiftly administering the injection. Before losing consciousness, Xiao Jinshi could hear the sound of Song Yuqing tossing the used syringe into the trash.

After dealing with Xiao Jinshi and Pei Huai, Song Yuqing turned to his adopted son.

Song Yuqing waved a hand in front of Qi Ran’s face. “Can you still control yourself?”

Qi Ran was drenched in sweat, gripping his wrist tightly. The unhealed wound had reopened, blood trickling down his arm.

“Go to the lab now. I’ll document your readings.”

In Qi Ran’s eyes, Song Yuqing’s image grew blurry. His pheromones spilled out uncontrollably, but he struggled to restrain them. He couldn’t let this happen. If he said something he shouldn’t in this state, he dreaded to imagine the consequences.

“It hurts.” Qi Ran lay on the bed, and Song Yuqing activated the isolation shield, enclosing the alpha in a sealed space.

Only a glass window allowed a view inside.

Communication was handled through installed devices.

Song Yuqing recorded Qi Ran’s data and reassured him, “It’s normal to feel unwell.”

“You don’t need to hold back. You can vent your most primal urges—destructive urges, possessive urges. You can let it all out.”

Song Yuqing continued to guide him. Qi Ran was more restrained than he had expected, perhaps due to his lower psychic level. The manifestations of his rut and the level of psychic turmoil were not as intense as Pei Huai’s and Xiao Jinshi’s.

Pei Huai had the strongest reaction among the three.

Song Yuqing had already confined Xiao Jinshi and Pei Huai in similar enclosures, but neither showed signs of waking.

Since things had come to this, he might as well set up an experimental control group.

*Desire? Vent desire?*

Qi Ran looked at Song Yuqing through the glass, and for a moment, Song Yuqing felt as if he were being preyed upon by a wild beast.

The next second, Qi Ran snapped back to reality, speaking softly, “Little Dad, I want you to hold me.”

He wanted Song Yuqing, wanted to boldly kiss him like Pei Huai, wanted to make Song Yuqing his own.

His head felt ready to split. Qi Ran gripped his wrist again, suppressing his desires and restraining his thoughts.

Normally, Qi Ran shouldn’t still be so controlled and rational at this point. He should be exhibiting destructive urges. Even a Class C alpha shouldn’t appear so “weak.”

This could only mean that Qi Ran was deliberately holding back.

Under such circumstances, Qi Ran was draining himself in every aspect, resisting his own instincts, leading to mental fatigue. The rapid overflow of pheromones without replenishment resulted in pheromone depletion. The complete suppression of destructive impulses instead doubled the backlash on Qi Ran's body.

Song Yuqing's eyes darkened, his voice turning noticeably colder, "Qi Ran, what are you doing? Who are you putting on this act for by holding back like this?"

"Do you think anyone will pity you for your restraint?"

"If you're waiting for sympathy, you might as well be a worthless good-for-nothing for the rest of your life."

An alpha could be elegant, polite, and know his limits when lucid, but since Qi Ran had chosen to enter the military, he could not continue like this.

If he had to endure his rut by harming himself like this, what would happen when he let go? Would he go somewhere else to be useless? To be bullied elsewhere?

The beta's voice was quiet, but each word was cutting, like a blade slicing through Qi Ran's heart, "You don't even dare to face your own desires?"

His restraint was useless. If he couldn't confront his desires, he was nothing but a good-for-nothing in Song Yuqing's eyes.

The verbal provocation gradually awakened Qi Ran's deepest desires.

Qi Ran's eyes turned crimson, his fingers tracing Song Yuqing's face through the glass.

Like a beast chained down.

"What I need is experiment data. You can let it all out; I don't need you to restrain yourself."

Song Yuqing reached out, also tracing Qi Ran through the glass, "Qi Ran, stop holding back."

Qi Ran ripped off the microphone used to communicate with Song Yuqing, ensuring Song Yuqing could no longer hear his voice.

The unleashed psychic energy caused the instruments to hit threshold with a buzz. The sounds of rampant violent destruction in the room were contained within the lab, with data recorded every second.

The alpha repeatedly displayed destructive power exceeding his psychic energy level.

Song Yuqing: "..."

*Really good at pretending. In reality, Qi Ran isn't that useless. A psychic energy level C alpha is now exploding with force comparable to, or even exceeding, that of a psychic energy level A alpha.*

Pei Huai also woke up at this time, his first words being, "Qingqing, my wife."

Song Yuqing: "..."

*This is extreme. One needs guidance to go mad, while the other is already mad enough without guidance.*

Song Yuqing walked up to the lab containing Pei Huai, "What are you doing?"

Pei Huai immediately started unbuckling his pants. Song Yuqing: "..."

Pei Huai: "Qingqing, let's compare who's bigger. Qingqing, even if you're petite, you're still cute. Don't be shy."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing commanded coldly, "Don't take them off. Put them back on."

Pei Huai seemed puzzled, "Didn't you say we should face our desires?"

Song Yuqing was silent for a few seconds, "That wasn't meant for you. You're already very good at facing your desires."

Pei Huai: "But I'm in pain. It's swollen."

The alpha's breathing was labored; through the communication device, it sounded as if he were breathing heavily and rapidly right in front of Song Yuqing.

A wave of masculine pheromones washed over them.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Pei Huai crouched in front of the glass, "Qingqing..."

"Hmm?" Song Yuqing couldn't be bothered with Pei Huai, focusing on the data. Hearing Pei Huai call him, Song Yuqing responded.

"Wife, I want to taste you." The alpha's eyes were full of expectation, like a large dog.

*Why not like a wolf?* Song Yuqing thought. *During his rut, Pei Huai's intelligence has gone to the dogs.*

*Though his intelligence isn't usually very high either.*

"Oh." Song Yuqing's voice was flat, "Don't even think about it."

"Then can I suck you?" Pei Huai simply didn't understand failure; he was the type who got more determined when rejected. It must be said, Pei Huai would probably be quite suitable on the battlefield.

Bold personality, doesn't get discouraged, and exceptionally daring.

Perhaps the only thing he lacked was a bit of restraint.

"No." Song Yuqing refused mercilessly.

Pei Huai's ramp-up was too long. This was probably because a psychic energy S+ alpha had better precise control, with longer periods of rationality, but the harm from psychic outbursts would be greater.

"But you said you would reward me."

Song Yuqing tapped where Pei Huai's arm was through the glass, "I already rewarded you."

Pei Huai: "..."

Pei Huai: "My head's pounding. I'm going to die. Qingqing, if I die, will you kiss me? Like the prince waking Snow White."

Pei Huai's head really hurt like it was about to split open, but today Song Yuqing had spoken to him a lot. Even when he said such things, Song Yuqing didn't directly slap him.

Pei Huai actually thought this drug was effective. If Song Yuqing could treat him like this every day, he would chug this drug daily.

"You're an idiot. It's the prince who kisses Snow White." Song Yuqing casually recorded Pei Huai's rut state.

—Diminished cognition, mental disarray.

"Then can I kiss you like the prince kisses Snow White?"

Song Yuqing said expressionlessly, "That's necrophilia."

—Extremely deviant.

Song Yuqing glanced down at Pei Huai again, "Stay by yourself. I'm going to check in on Xiao Jinshi."

But from behind came Pei Huai's voice, "Song Yuqing, you are not allowed to go see Xiao Jinshi."

"He can't even make you feel good. I'm better at it; I know how to use my tongue!"

The door behind him rattled violently. If it weren't for the special material door designed specifically to lock alphas, Pei Huai might have broken it down and run out.

Song Yuqing was like a lock for Pei Huai. Once Song Yuqing left, Pei Huai didn't need any transition or guidance to fall directly into psychic energy turmoil. His psychic energy didn't just break through the instruments' thresholds; even through reinforced walls, one could sense the sheer force of his psyche.

Song Yuqing made another note.

—Mad dog.

Xiao Jinshi crouched in the corner; finally, it was his turn. Xiao Jinshi stood up and pressed his hands against the transparent window, "Brother, I've been good."

Song Yuqing recorded.

—Lying even during his rut.

Song Yuqing: "You're quite the performer. Was it fun tricking me earlier? Does your head still hurt?"

Xiao Jinshi’s condition wasn’t nearly as severe as he had pretended—he simply wanted to use the medication as a pretext to do something he had always wanted to do.

He was seeking a justification, working the system to avoid being disliked.

Xiao Jinshi: "Brother, you’re wronging me. My head really hurts."

"Brother, pet me."

Xiao Jinshi gripped the bars of the cell with both hands, "Brother, I never thought about locking you up, nor did I ever think about grabbing your ankles..."

"I just genuinely think you’re very beautiful and really want to admire your body."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing: "You never thought about preserving me as a specimen?"

Pei Huai was a pretend necrophiliac, but this one was definitely the real deal.

Xiao Jinshi: "How could I think like that? I just want you to be sedated, held in my arms every day, feeding you..."

"Feeding you. I just like being the one to care for you personally." A hint of cunning flashed in Xiao Jinshi’s eyes, and the anticipation on his face didn’t seem to be about feeding.

Song Yuqing didn’t want to continue this topic with Xiao Jinshi, "Enough. Tell me about your symptoms now. How much does your head hurt? Is it a constricting pain, radiating pain, or dull pain?"

"Radiating, persistent pain." After describing his symptoms, Xiao Jinshi slipped in his own motives, "It’s the kind of pain that makes me want comfort from a partner. If I were comforted by a partner, I probably wouldn’t be in pain anymore."

Song Yuqing lowered his head to take notes. When he reached the last sentence, he asked, "Do you need me to find you a partner?"

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Song Yuqing was clearly doing it on purpose, pretending not to understand what he meant.

Having his own tactic of feigning madness used against him was truly frustrating.

Generally, during their rut, alphas seek comfort from Omegas. It’s very rare for betas to provide comfort. Between highly compatible alphas and Omegas, the Omega’s pheromones can greatly alleviate the alpha’s suffering.

This was also a research direction—studying the compatibility between alphas and Omegas, using the bond of pheromones to keep alphas stable and extend their lifespans.

Song Yuqing looked up at Xiao Jinshi. Xiao Jinshi had been smiling earlier, but under Song Yuqing’s clinical gaze, he began to bristle.

"Don’t you like Omegas?" Song Yuqing’s voice was calm. "Actually, according to the natural order, it would be better for alphas to like Omegas."

Xiao Jinshi understood the look in Song Yuqing’s eyes—he was being treated as an experiment subject. What about the claimed possessiveness Song Yuqing was supposed to feel for him? Song Yuqing had deceived him; there wasn’t an ounce of affection for him.

Song Yuqing mused for a moment longer, "But a lunatic like you would spread chaos wherever you go. You probably shouldn’t be set free to harm others. I need to do some good."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Xiao Jinshi snorted coldly, "Don’t waste your effort. Even if I were turned into a specimen, I wouldn’t let you have your way. You’ll never get rid of me in this lifetime."

Song Yuqing’s tone was indifferent, as if discussing the most mundane matter, "Mm, after you die, I’ll section you for research. Remember to donate your body to contribute to my studies."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

*Was Song Yuqing really any less deranged than him? Even an acquaintance could be sectioned—he wouldn’t even leave him a whole corpse.*

Xiao Jinshi quietly pressed his hand against the glass, "You think alphas should be with Omegas? Then what about betas like you? Should betas be with betas?"

"Betas don’t need to be with anyone. Betas rule the world." Song Yuqing looked at Xiao Jinshi, a slight, gentle curve forming at the corner of his lips. "What do you think?"

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Xiao Jinshi gritted his teeth, "Liar, you’re with Qi Zhengqing. You’re just playing me."

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: Gay? No problem, I’ll straighten it with a twist.

Pei Huai: Made it hard.

Qi Ran: Made it hard +1

Xiao Jinshi: Made it hard +2

Tan Shu: Made it hard +3

Qi Zhengqing: Made it hard +4

Ye Siling: Made it hard +5