Chapter 49: Give You a Temporary Mark

Chapter 49: Giving You a Provisional Mark

As beings unaffected by pheromones in the ABO world, isn't it only natural for betas to hold alphas' leashes and treat Omegas kindly?

He believed betas were more suited to wield power than alphas.

"What's wrong with that?" Song Yuqing's tone was indifferent, a faint smile still lingering on his face, uncharacteristically tender. "We're already married—we can't just get divorced."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Sometimes, he really couldn't stay mad at Song Yuqing's face. Even when he wanted to confront him furiously, every time he faced that face, all his emotions would dissolve.

He could only uncontrollably admire that face, every smile and frown of Song Yuqing's.

Xiao Jinshi could only sulk by himself as an alpha. "Fine, fine, you're right."

But after saying that, he felt stifled again. Why couldn't they get divorced just because they were married? Many alphas got divorced—why couldn't Song Yuqing?

Song Yuqing: "You should be more useful too. Pei Huai and Qi Ran have both experienced psychic surges, but you're still not cutting it. If you can't handle it, get some meds to fix that."

The young man's tone carried a faint mockery, and Xiao Jinshi was once again infuriated.

"I am not incapable."

Song Yuqing replied casually, "Hmm, then prove it."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Song Yuqing was truly infuriating. It was precisely this casual tone, as if whether he was capable or not had nothing to do with Song Yuqing.

The three alphas had been there for three days, and Song Yuqing had also stayed in the lab for three days, only taking brief breaks to wash up and change clothes. Fortunately, every floor of the lab building had shower facilities. It was common to be too busy with experiments to return to the dormitory to freshen up. Viktor had considered this when building the lab, ensuring every floor had a bathroom.

Over these three days, Song Yuqing built models, analyzed data, and monitored every instance of the alphas' psychic surges.

At mealtimes, Song Yuqing would feed the three alphas nutrient supplements.

When it was time to feed them, Song Yuqing bit into a nutrient supplement himself while tearing open the packets for the alphas, in a rather good mood.

The physical data of the alphas were very useful to him, and having three sets of data for comparison pleased Song Yuqing greatly. Next time, if they wanted to take medicine, they should come together.

Having just showered, Song Yuqing was still slightly damp. Xiao Jinshi could catch the faint, cool fragrance emanating from him.

The scent was very light and subtle. Song Yuqing tore open a nutrient supplement and passed it through the small window. Xiao Jinshi, drenched in sweat, had felt countless times over these days that Song Yuqing didn’t see him as human.

Only after he had exhausted his strength and calmed down slightly would Song Yuqing feed him a nutrient supplement, allowing him to regain enough energy to continue providing experimental data.

He had rarely suffered such humiliation, and every time, it was at Song Yuqing's hands.

The first time was when Song Yuqing had restrained him. This time, he had thought Song Yuqing would at least comfort him.

But Song Yuqing didn’t comfort him—instead, he made him endure the dual agony of psychic surges and his mating cycle.

As Song Yuqing’s fingers reached in, Xiao Jinshi looked up at him. Song Yuqing casually bit into the nutrient supplement, his lips lightly pressed by the action, with a trace of opaque white nutrient fluid on them.

It looked inexplicably suggestive.

Yet Song Yuqing seemed unaware of how enticing he appeared. He tapped the glass with his knuckles and said, "Get up, eat."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Seriously, why did the nutrient supplement have to be white?

Xiao Jinshi’s rationality began to fray again. He grabbed Song Yuqing’s extended fingers, looking up at him with his curly hair damp and messy from sweat, like a drenched curly-haired dog gazing up at its owner.

Under Song Yuqing’s cold gaze, Xiao Jinshi took Song Yuqing’s slender fingers into his mouth.

The damp sensation made Song Yuqing’s expression even colder.

But Xiao Jinshi only looked at him with expectant eyes, as if trying hard to show off, begging for Song Yuqing’s praise.

Song Yuqing spoke coldly, "Xiao Jinshi, let go."

The alpha’s tongue licked slowly, from the base of the fingers to the tips, entirely enveloped in the warmth of his mouth. The sensation of the alpha’s teeth gently nipping his fingertips reached Song Yuqing.

Xiao Jinshi remained indifferent to Song Yuqing’s words. What he wanted was never the nutrient supplement—he only wanted to lick Song Yuqing. From start to finish, it had always been Song Yuqing he wanted to taste.

The long, pale fingers were slick with saliva from his licking.

How could they be so beautiful? His fingers were so white and slender, like fine jade.

Smack!

Xiao Jinshi’s face was slapped to the side, but he only licked the inside of his cheek, meeting Song Yuqing’s amber eyes and slightly reddened eyelids.

Xiao Jinshi smiled, staring intently at Song Yuqing as he shared his post-licking thoughts. "Brother, your fingers are so beautiful."

"Brother, even your fingers smell nice."

"Brother, your eyelids are red. So sensitive, brother." Xiao Jinshi’s tone was exceptionally pleased, as if savoring the most delicious food, offering sincere praise.

Song Yuqing’s skin was naturally pale, and now with the faint redness at the corners of his eyes, it was like a blooming cherry blossom on fine white porcelain—his cool, detached face now radiated a captivating allure.

It made one’s heart race.

It still felt so good—licking Song Yuqing was satisfying, being slapped by him was satisfying, and seeing Song Yuqing’s sensitive expression was even more satisfying.

"If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat from now on." Song Yuqing decisively withdrew the food meant for Xiao Jinshi. When handing the supplements to Pei Huai and Qi Ran, his movements were noticeably more perfunctory.

But Pei Huai saw clearly—Song Yuqing’s eyelids were red, and his fingertips were red too.

Pei Huai was somewhat incredulous. It really was a case of the bold thriving while the timid starved. Xiao Jinshi had actually managed to taste Song Yuqing’s fingers, fresh and moist.

Pei Huai felt he simply hadn’t been bold enough.

Song Yuqing tapped the glass, a slight smile curling his lips. "You want to try too?"

Pei Huai couldn’t help but nod. He wasn’t a withered alpha—why wouldn’t he want to? "Can I, darling? I want to lick too."

Song Yuqing also slapped Pei Huai. Pei Huai: "..."

He suspected Song Yuqing found it dirty to hit Xiao Jinshi and didn’t want to strike that madman, so he took it out on him instead.

"You hit me—can I lick now?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing ignored Pei Huai’s insane babbling. He handed the nutrient supplement to Qi Ran without saying much, as Qi Ran had unilaterally cut off their communication channel.

Song Yuqing wasn’t so unreasonable as to deny Qi Ran any privacy and didn’t disturb him further.

Qi Ran gazed at that pale hand, pressing his face against it with longing. "Daddy, I want Daddy, hmm..."

Song Yuqing casually patted his foster son's head and withdrew his hand.

The air still carried alpha pheromones from Song Yuqing's earlier contacts, clinging strongly to him, repelling other alphas and signaling Song Yuqing was already taken.

The scent of gunpowder and the briny smell of the ocean tightly enveloped Song Yuqing, yet he remained unaware of how intensely his body was saturated with alpha pheromones.

It must have been saturated through and through to have such an effect.

Now, with Qi Ran's pheromones added to the mix, his intense possessiveness made him forget that he shouldn’t leave his scent on Song Yuqing. Instead, he became even more unrestrained, marking Song Yuqing with his own woody pheromones as if claiming him.

He even entertained the wicked thought of whether Qi Zhengqing would go mad upon smelling another alpha’s scent on Song Yuqing during tomorrow’s school festival.

Song Yuqing sat down, opened his laptop, and joined an online meeting.

Lately, he had been in the lab and hadn’t attended student council meetings. The final confirmation meeting for the school anniversary procedures was also held online.

Leaning back slightly, Song Yuqing wiped his fingers that Xiao Jinshi had just had in his mouth with a wet wipe while listening to reports from various departments.

Song Yuqing’s porcelain-white face was stern, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Meanwhile, in the student council’s chat group:

"What’s up with the president? He seems to be in a bad mood."

"President in a lab coat—I'd lick him all over!!!"

"Seriously, it looks like the president really looks like he’s been licked. I want to lick his eyes too—they’re so beautiful, like amber."

"The corners of the president’s eyes are red from being licked. He definitely wasn’t willing, so he seems upset."

"Lab roleplay? Qingqing, hold still—it’s already wet, but you still have to endure it."

"What are you talking about?" Song Yuqing suddenly looked up, his thin eyelids lifting lightly. Though he didn’t seem angry, it made people feel inexplicably guilty.

Especially since the person reporting was the same one who had said, "Hold still," in the group chat.

At first, it was the guilt of being caught, but when they met Song Yuqing’s sharp, clear gaze again, it turned into a thrilling feeling, as if their fantasies had been discovered by him.

"I—President, I—President, I’m giving my report, President."

"What’s wrong, President?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing wanted to throw the wet wipe in that person’s face. Saying "President" four or five times in one report—was he using "President" as a comma to punctuate his sentences?

Song Yuqing endured it for several sentences but finally couldn’t take it anymore.

"Either report properly or shut up," Song Yuqing said coldly.

"Getting scolded feels so good."

"Was he scolding you? Why are you enjoying it on my behalf?"

"Ahhh!!! Qingqing!!!"

Song Yuqing: "Collect your thoughts. You’ll report last. Next."

There was a minor incident, but the meeting concluded within half an hour.

That night, the alphas experienced another wave of psychic outbursts. Xiao Jinshi, who hadn’t been fed, made very little noise. After this episode, data indicated that the alpha’s physical functions were returning to normal.

The psychic outbursts had ended, and the estrus period was nearing its conclusion.

However, the three alphas still couldn’t be released, as the pheromones and psychic fluctuations during the tail end of their estrus period could affect other alphas.

Before arranging the evening event, Song Yuqing fed the alphas another round of nutrient gel, again excluding Xiao Jinshi.

Xiao Jinshi: "Brother, you’re so cruel. I could never mistreat you like this. Even if you did something I couldn’t accept, I’d still make sure you were well-fed."

"After all, I like you."

Song Yuqing: "You seem to be in high spirits. I doubt you need any nutrient gel."

"Too much talk." Song Yuqing glanced down, his thin eyelids drooping slightly as he looked condescendingly at his talkative, useless experiment. "Not as obedient as Qi Ran, not as strong as Pei Huai. All you do is open your mouth to eat."

"You’ve got some nerve."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

He was being scolded again.

"You'd be the last person," Song Yuqing added calmly. "Do you really think your affection is so precious? Nobody would want it if you gave it away."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Xiao Jinshi, who had been so talkative earlier, was struck speechless by Song Yuqing’s words.

By the time he regained his composure, Song Yuqing had already left.

Xiao Jinshi was displeased. Song Yuqing always looked down on him like this, yet he spoke to him the most.

What was so good about staying obediently by Song Yuqing’s side without making a presence? Only by fighting and competing could he touch Song Yuqing and capture his attention.

Neither Pei Huai nor Qi Ran had it as good as he did.

Recalling the cool fragrance of Song Yuqing’s fingertips and the nutrient gel on his lips, Xiao Jinshi suddenly chuckled. He hadn’t lost out.

OP: Today’s school anniversary is truly something to look forward to—the first "public debut" of Victor’s first president from the impoverished district.

9L: Previous presidents were all from major families. Sponsorship was a given—outstanding alumni would flock to suck up to the families behind each president.

19L: Our president has his husband. Still so jealous—how is Qi Zhengqing worthy of the president playing the guitar and singing for him!

20L: The president and his husband have a good relationship, but outsiders might not know that.

78L: You’re overthinking it. With the president’s face and figure, especially in a school uniform—not to exaggerate, he’s exactly the type successful jerks would love.

80L: The alumni gathering instantly turns into a simp fest.

87L: Exaggerated.

90L: Even more exaggerated stuff, the student council won’t let us talk about.

98L: Is it what I’m thinking? Someone should write about it. Sorry, I’m a pervert, but our president is just perfect for going from campus to beyond...

The invited alumni entered one by one, and Song Yuqing needed to socialize with them. The school anniversary was merely a formality; the real purpose was to get these outstanding alumni, or rather the influential figures from upper-class families, to contribute—donating buildings, funds, and sponsoring various activities.

Whether the student council had money or not, this was an obligation for every student council president.

Some found the current student council president at Victor Academy quite unusual. After all, no one had ever heard of such a person from any prominent family before, and upon learning that this was Victor’s first president from an underprivileged background, even more attention was drawn to his strikingly beautiful face. Though still a high school student, his beauty seemed too striking for someone his age.

That kind of beauty, balancing maturity and youth, was utterly captivating.

Moreover, he carried the scent of multiple alphas' pheromones on him, which inevitably led people to speculate how he had become student council president.

Beauty itself often invites malicious assumptions from those lurking in the shadows.

These people’s achievements did not reflect their morals; on the contrary, the more wealth and power they possessed, the more unrestrained they became.

Someone took a chance and slipped Song Yuqing a business card.

Song Yuqing casually handed it to the person beside him, polite yet distant. "Mr. Chen, if you wish to donate a building, the relevant department of the student council will contact you shortly."

The man surnamed Chen looked slightly embarrassed, but with so many people around, he couldn’t outright state his intentions. He could only awkwardly say, "Donating a building is nothing, really. It’s just that I felt like we hit it off immediately. If we could discuss matters together, we could finalize things quicker."

Song Yuqing replied, "I understand, Mr. Chen. Excuse me for now."

Song Yuqing felt rather indifferent. Truthfully, whether buildings were donated or not had little to do with him. Even if no projects were secured, it didn’t matter—these funds wouldn’t end up in his pocket, and these people were unlikely to become his allies.

As for saving face or not, it wasn’t particularly important.

Song Yuqing casually exchanged a few words with the invited alumni, then found a secluded corner. The banquet was opulent and dizzying, with the elegant sound of piano music drifting from the auditorium.

Such events didn’t restrict the movements of students or guests; instead, the banquet and performances proceeded simultaneously. Those who wanted to discuss business or chat could do so at the banquet outside, while those who wished to watch the performances could enter the auditorium.

He swirled the wine in his glass idly, the liquid clinging to the rim before slowly blending back into the wine. Only near his lips did a slight stain remain on the outer edge of the glass.

Qi Zhengqing watched Song Yuqing from afar without approaching. Simply standing there, Song Yuqing was the most eye-catching presence, with many constantly casting appraising glances his way. The formal wear hugged his willowy waist perfectly, and the beta’s demeanor was aloof and detached.

His banquet etiquette was flawless, yet carried a hint of nonchalant detachment. It was precisely this cool, indifferent, and nonchalant aura that made him even more mesmerizing.

Amid the ongoing discussions, Qi Zhengqing had no idea how many invitations Song Yuqing had already declined.

Only then did Qi Zhengqing walk over. "Drinking alone here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Yuqing looked up. He reached out to adjust Qi Zhengqing’s tie, a hint of teasing ambiguity in his lightly glazed eyes. "Mr. Qi, if you hadn’t come soon, everyone would have thought you were dead."

The young man tilted his head slightly, a faint blush coloring the corners of his eyes. His long, thick eyelashes fluttered gently, and his soft lips exhaled an alcohol-tinged warmth. Qi Zhengqing felt as if a tiny feather were lightly brushing his heart.

Qi Zhengqing brushed his thumb over Song Yuqing’s wine-stained lips, which were soft and startlingly warm. "Let me give you a temporary mark. That way, fewer would dare to bother you."