Chapter 51: Kissed

Chapter 51: The Kiss

Song Yuqing's hand hadn't even touched Qi Zhengqing's gland when the alpha let out a muffled groan.

Song Yuqing felt he had successfully retaliated against Qi Zhengqing and concluded that the alpha couldn't handle it as well as he could.

A faint smile curved the beta's lips, his objective achieved.

"You're even more affected than I am."

His voice was soft, but the playful swagger in his tone was unmistakable, a trait unique to the drunken Song Yuqing. At this moment, Song Yuqing wasn't overthinking or maintaining his usual cool, aloof demeanor.

Instead, he was giving free rein to his innate willfulness and mischief.

Qi Zhengqing caught Song Yuqing's hand. "Qingqing, people are watching. Don't cause a scene."

He had no desire to do anything further with Song Yuqing in front of so many alphas.

Pei Huai was incandescent with rage, especially seeing Song Yuqing in such a state—dazed and reaching out to touch Qi Zhengqing. He couldn't even fathom how intensely aroused he would be if Song Yuqing behaved this way towards him.

Forget letting Song Yuqing touch or bite his gland; even if Song Yuqing planted a quick kiss on his cheek, he would declare it perfect.

But now, Song Yuqing wasn't acting like this towards him. Instead, he was clinging and rubbing against his husband.

"Qingqing, don't touch him. He's got germs," Pei Huai blurted out, consumed by jealousy, speaking without thinking.

Song Yuqing clearly heard Pei Huai's words. He tilted his head slightly to look at Pei Huai, his amber eyes reflecting the light.

Pei Huai was thrilled by the gaze—Song Yuqing, while intimately engaged with his husband, was looking at him.

Song Yuqing suddenly spoke, "Shh, don't disturb me. Be good."

His voice was gentle, but his tone brooked no refusal.

Pei Huai's words died in his throat. Damn it, he must have committed murder and arson in his past life to be reduced to Song Yuqing's side piece in this one.

Even watching Song Yuqing's intimacy with his husband, he could only be confined here, forbidden by Song Yuqing to speak.

And he had been locked here by Song Yuqing himself.

Qi Zhengqing placed a large hand on the back of Song Yuqing's head, assertively redirecting Song Yuqing's gaze and attention from Pei Huai back to himself.

"Looking at him? Qingqing, aren't you going to continue?" The alpha's voice was low, laced with possessiveness and a competitive edge, as he questioned Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing climbed off Qi Zhengqing and pulled him upright. Since Qi Zhengqing had been lying on the ground, it was difficult for Song Yuqing to reach his gland.

Bang!

Song Yuqing shoved the alpha against the glass in front of Xiao Jinshi. Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Xiao Jinshi watched, mesmerized, as Song Yuqing's pale fingertips landed on the alpha's gland—a stark contrast of extreme whiteness against flushed redness. Song Yuqing's fingers were as pale and beautiful as a work of art.

Yet such artistry was touching another alpha's "ugly," flushed gland.

It sent an intense thrill through Xiao Jinshi. The extreme contrast of such beauty touching something so "defiled" excited him to the core.

Suddenly, their positions shifted. Song Yuqing's back pressed against the glass in front of him. Perhaps to guard against Qi Zhengqing suddenly touching his gland, Song Yuqing tilted his slender neck slightly, pressing the back of his neck fully against the glass.

The cold glass touched his pink, tender gland, making him shiver.

Xiao Jinshi, who had been both furious and infatuated moments earlier, was now solely captivated. Song Yuqing's neck was truly beautiful—slender, pale, and elegant, like a dying swan.

The small moon-shaped mark on the back of his neck swelled slightly, pink and tender.

Xiao Jinshi stared at it reverently, the sounds made by Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing fading into a distant murmur.

Xiao Jinshi touched the spot through the glass, pressing a reverent kiss on Song Yuqing's gland through the barrier.

"Brother, you're so beautiful."

"I love you so much, brother. I'm licking you."

"Little moon."

A little moon that, no matter whose palm it fell into, would make them want to cherish it forever.

Xiao Jinshi kissed the spot through the glass again and again, like a pervert lost in obsession. It was as if he were secretly kissing the gland of Qi Zhengqing's wife right in front of him. Initially, he had despised Qi Zhengqing for tricking Song Yuqing like this, but now, engaging in such perverted behavior felt incredibly satisfying.

How he wished the glass would disappear so he could embrace Song Yuqing from behind, kiss his soft gland, and let Song Yuqing rest completely in his arms.

Qi Zhengqing, his gland being touched by Song Yuqing, was drawn into a whirlpool of sensations. The alpha's large hands rubbed against the young man's skin, leaving red marks that made him shiver.

The alpha opened his eyes to look at his partner but saw Xiao Jinshi's shameless expression behind the glass, secretly kissing Song Yuqing's gland.

Rage flashed in the alpha's eyes. Xiao Jinshi smirked provocatively, mouthing to Qi Zhengqing: "Brother is mine too."

Qi Zhengqing swept Song Yuqing away. Even through the glass, he didn't want Song Yuqing facing a pervert like Xiao Jinshi.

Song Yuqing was puzzled. His fingertips skimmed over the alpha's gland. "Your gland is so swollen."

After touching Qi Zhengqing's gland, Song Yuqing touched his own. "Mine doesn't feel like this... I remember Pei Huai, Xiao Jinshi..."

Right.

Song Yuqing saw Qi Ran's face in front of the glass. Qi Ran stared at him like a puppy.

Song Yuqing reached out and touched Qi Ran's head through the glass. "Qi Ran's isn't like this either."

Qi Ran stared blankly as Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing interacted intimately before his eyes, his heart breaking into pieces. To make matters worse, he had destroyed the communication device to the outside world, so he couldn't even hear their voices.

He had even witnessed Qi Zhengqing pinning Song Yuqing against the glass of Xiao Jinshi's lab, with his hands pressed to the glass, kissing and embracing Song Yuqing through the barrier.

It was as if...

Song Yuqing was trapped between two alphas, unable to escape. They were pulling his little dad into depravity, dragging him down from his pedestal, defiling him.

Song Yuqing tilted his head slightly and gently covered Qi Ran's eyes. "Why are you crying again? Qi Ran, don't cry. Little Dad is here."

Song Yuqing didn't understand why Qi Ran was shedding tears.

Click. Qi Zhengqing's large hand flipped the switch, turning off the lights. The lab plunged into darkness once more. Song Yuqing's gaze kept wandering to these alphas. Even though this was supposed to be a "punishment" for him, Song Yuqing still found himself distracted.

Always looking at these alpha "dogs" he kept outside.

The darkness amplified Song Yuqing's senses, but for the alphas with excellent night vision, turning off the lights barely affected them.

Qi Zhengqing's gaze followed Song Yuqing's movements. "Qingqing, pay attention. Your punishment doesn't seem severe enough—I'm not suffering at all."

Song Yuqing was lifted entirely into Qi Zhengqing's arms. In truth, Song Yuqing wasn't short, but Qi Zhengqing, as an alpha, was tall and broad, almost swallowing him up in his embrace.

Song Yuqing's competitive streak was once again ignited by Qi Zhengqing. His fingers pressed down, making the alpha's arm shake.

Song Yuqing didn't believe Qi Zhengqing could hold out much longer.

After a while, he could even feel cold sweat beading on Qi Zhengqing's arm.

"You're talking tough," Song Yuqing remarked. "Actually, you've long been unable to take it, haven't you?"

Though phrased as a question, his tone confirmed that Qi Zhengqing actually couldn't handle it.

The beta's fingertips gently played; his rounded nails scraped over the gland—it hurt, but felt good.

In the darkness, Qi Zhengqing held Song Yuqing with one arm while using his other hand to brush away the strands of hair covering his face, revealing those fine, pretty features.

That face, with its slightly feminine, elegant yet aloof beauty, was met with Song Yuqing's gaze—both teasing and mocking.

"Not uncomfortable, perhaps..." The alpha paused, his tone gentle. "...it feels great."

It was a pleasure Qi Zhengqing had never experienced in over twenty years of life—a pleasure given by Song Yuqing.

"Qingqing, this doesn't count as revenge."

"What do you think revenge is?" Qi Zhengqing asked Song Yuqing.

Qi Zhengqing's chest was pounding violently. Aside from the sound of his voice, the most audible thing to Song Yuqing was the fierce pounding of Qi Zhengqing's heart.

Song Yuqing placed his hand on the alpha’s chest, as if fearing that if it beat any faster, Qi Zhengqing's heart would give out.

The moment his hand touched the chest, the heart began beating even more wildly.

After serious thought, Song Yuqing offered his answer: "Steal his money? Kill his entire family? Make him wish he were dead?"

Qi Zhengqing had to admit that at this moment, despicable as he was, he was luring Song Yuqing, telling him that true revenge was to toy with an alpha’s emotions, to let him have something only to lose it.

He wanted to deceitfully tempt Song Yuqing into making him an object to play with, so that he could have Song Yuqing.

As for whether he would be abandoned by Song Yuqing, or how Song Yuqing might discard him—it didn’t seem to matter much.

His life wouldn’t be very long. Stuck in a hospital bed, critically ill, while Song Yuqing remained young and vibrant, he wouldn’t even need Song Yuqing to abandon him—he simply couldn’t accompany Song Yuqing for long.

But if he could have just one moment of intense passion, that would be enough.

Qi Zhengqing moved closer to Song Yuqing. Sensing his approach, Song Yuqing instinctively shied away but then had a sudden idea: "Revenge is kissing a straight man."

Before Qi Zhengqing could utter another seductive word, soft lips met his in the next second.

The alpha, always so clear-minded and decisive, found his mind blank for a moment, and could only replay the sensation of Song Yuqing’s lips touching his over and over.

Song Yuqing’s lips were cool and soft. But the moment they made contact, Song Yuqing seemed reluctant, instinctively wanting to pull away, yet also appearing resolved to go through with it.

Pei Huai felt his head about to explode, fireworks going off in his mind—He kissed him, he kissed him, he kissed him...

Song Yuqing actually kissed that dog alpha Qi Zhengqing.

Pei Huai slammed his fists violently against the glass.

The other two alphas witnessing this weren’t faring much better than Pei Huai. Xiao Jinshi wanted to kill Qi Zhengqing and dismember him, while Qi Ran felt shattered into countless pieces, leaning against the glass and pitifully calling out for "Little Dad."

Song Yuqing's eyes held a mischievous glint as he looked at Qi Zhengqing. "Does it feel disgusting? Do you wish you were dead?"

Meeting Song Yuqing’s gaze, Qi Zhengqing replied earnestly, "Not disgusting. I want to live."

Song Yuqing’s expression stiffened for a moment, and he tilted his head in confusion. "Huh?"

"Are you straight? You don’t like..." Qi Zhengqing hesitated slightly, his fingers gently brushing Song Yuqing’s lips. "...men?"

This world also had the concepts of heterosexuality and homosexuality, but he and Song Yuqing were clearly heterosexual.

Song Yuqing was a beta, and he was an alpha.

Even if it wasn’t the compatibility of alpha and omega pheromones, it still fell within conventional heterosexuality.

Now, Song Yuqing’s reaction led Qi Zhengqing to suspect that Song Yuqing might consider homosexuality only applicable between men.

Between men and women, it would be heterosexuality.

For the first time, Qi Zhengqing wondered—was it possible Song Yuqing liked women? Female alphas? Or female omegas?

Qi Zhengqing asked, "Do you like women?"

Song Yuqing didn’t answer.

Qi Zhengqing tried a different approach. "Have you ever liked a girl?"

Song Yuqing: "No."

Qi Zhengqing: "Then what kind of person do you imagine as your ideal partner?"

Song Yuqing thought seriously, but his vague thoughts couldn’t quite grasp the image of an ideal partner.

"Single all the way through master’s and PhD?" After a long moment of contemplation, Song Yuqing offered what seemed like a non-answer.

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Well, that wasn’t too troublesome.

Qi Zhengqing roughly understood Song Yuqing now. Song Yuqing had never really thought about romantic matters, simply believing that "homosexuality" was wrong and disgusting due to the influence of those around him.

His acceptance of men being together was still quite low.

Thinking of how Song Yuqing had forced himself to lean in and kiss him, Qi Zhengqing found it somewhat amusing.

A method of revenge that harmed the enemy not at all but cost oneself everything.

"Qingqing, let’s go home," Qi Zhengqing said, taking Song Yuqing’s hand. "Let’s not stay here."

Song Yuqing was clearly still drunk, and Qi Zhengqing didn’t feel at ease leaving him at school.

Song Yuqing refused to leave. Even with Qi Zhengqing pulling his hand, he stood his ground, his face pale and stern. If a sober Song Yuqing were here, this situation wouldn’t have happened—he would have clearly understood that the problem lay in Qi Zhengqing not being straight, while he, dazed, had gone and kissed Qi Zhengqing.

But the intoxicated Song Yuqing’s mind seemed to be overheating from overthinking, yet he still couldn’t figure out why Qi Zhengqing didn’t find it disgusting and even wanted to live.

Qi Zhengqing: "Actually, your punishment was quite effective. Look, my gland is all swollen."

"If we don’t go home soon, I’ll make a fool of myself here."

Song Yuqing pondered Qi Zhengqing’s words seriously, his eyes asking a silent question. "How would you be embarrassed?"

Qi Zhengqing: "However a straight man would be embarrassed by being kissed, that’s how I’d be embarrassed."

Song Yuqing finally nodded—how embarrassing—and agreed to go home with Qi Zhengqing.

Pei Huai cursed inwardly. How else could it be embarrassing? He got hard, of course. Fucking shameless—coaxing Song Yuqing into kissing him and now luring him home.

What would they do at home?

After bringing Song Yuqing home, Qi Zhengqing first led him to the shower. “Need my help?”

Song Yuqing still had basic motor function and didn’t even think he was drunk. He shook his head and waved Qi Zhengqing away.

Qi Zhengqing said, “Call me if you need anything. Be careful not to slip.”

Song Yuqing nodded seriously. “I know.”

Song Yuqing really didn’t call for Qi Zhengqing. After showering, he brushed his teeth, got dressed, and came out, then waved at Qi Zhengqing, who was waiting nearby.

The hot water had flushed Song Yuqing’s fair skin to a rosy glow, and his lips looked plumper and more moist-looking, with a hint of color—very kissable.

Qi Zhengqing walked over. “What is it?”

Song Yuqing waved at him again, but the gesture was odd—his palm up, four fingers together, less like a wave and more like a teasing, come-hither gesture, like calling a dog.

Dazed and adorable, like a beautiful little porcelain doll.

Qi Zhengqing chuckled softly and leaned in. “I’m here.”

“All clean now. I smell good,” Song Yuqing said, describing what he had just done and his current state.

Qi Zhengqing bent down, resting his head against the beta’s neck. His warm breath brushed against the beta’s skin, and Song Yuqing’s unique fresh scent spread through the air, making his heart itch with restless desire.

Like a little porcelain doll, he appears as cold and dignified as white porcelain, yet is surprisingly compliant.

Qi Zhengqing wondered what Song Yuqing was like as a child. He mused, was he as cute as when he's drunk?

"Wow, what an impressive Qingqing. Should I help you dry your hair?"

Song Yuqing curved his lips in satisfaction, seemingly pleased with Qi Zhengqing’s praise.

Song Yuqing shook his head. "Go take a shower. I’ll dry my hair myself. After showering, we’ll sleep."

By the time Qi Zhengqing returned, Song Yuqing had already dried his hair and fallen asleep on the bed, his long, upturned eyelashes drooping gently and trembling slightly with each breath.

Qi Zhengqing switched off the lights and climbed into bed, pulling the drowsy form into his arms to sleep. Feeling Song Yuqing in his embrace, Qi Zhengqing fell asleep quickly.

When Song Yuqing woke up, it was already bright outside, and he found himself in their shared room.

Qi Zhengqing was already up. Noticing Song Yu Yuqing’s gaze, he looked over and asked, "Awake? Headache?"

Song Yuqing shook his head, still trying to figure out how he had gotten back to the Qi house.

Then he heard Qi Zhengqing ask, "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

Author's Comments:

Song Qingqing: ...The sky seems to have collapsed.