Chapter 67: Original Flavor

Chapter 67 Original Scent

"Baby..."

After the temporary marking, Yuan Shiyuan knelt on the plush carpet, knees parted. His single piece of sleepwear barely covered his upper thighs, failing to conceal the glistening gland near his groin.

His face was flushed from repeated climaxes, making him appear even more captivating. His eyelashes were damp, and his head hung dazedly, as if he hadn't yet fully returned from the afterglow.

Pei Yanbing reached out, pulling Yuan Shiyuan into his embrace. His fingertips brushed aside the hem of the sleepwear, and upon seeing the mark he had left, a rush of heat surged to his head.

Excitement and possessiveness spread like wildfire. He couldn't help but tighten his arms, holding Yuan Shiyuan even closer.

Having no prior experience, the Alpha's temporary marking process was slow and clumsy. Fortunately, he was meticulous enough not to hurt Yuan Shiyuan or create any significant wounds. His canines had neatly pierced the gland, and after injecting pheromones, only a thin, scabbed bite mark remained on the surface.

His thumb slowly caressed the bite mark on the gland, Pei Yanbing's eyes filled with deep satisfaction.

This was his mark.

Temporary marking brings immense pleasure to both parties, with the marked individual experiencing a continuously mounting euphoria. Yuan Shiyuan's mind was still hazy, too lethargic to move, allowing the Alpha to hold him, wipe his face, tidy his hair, and occasionally lean down to kiss his cheek.

When Yuan Shiyuan regained his senses, he turned his head away. He didn't notice Pei Yanbing's instantly dimmed expression, feeling only a surge of distaste.

"There's something on your face..."

Even though it had originated from himself.

Pei Yanbing paused, a shadow of gloom flickering in his eyes. The next second, he held Yuan Shiyuan even tighter, burying his face in the crook of his neck, his nose brushing against the delicate skin.

When feeling insecure, Alphas often repeatedly check the mark on the back of the neck. But Yuan Shiyuan's gland wasn't there, so he could only reach out to feel it.

Confirming the presence of a temporary bite mark, Pei Yanbing felt considerably more at ease.

He continued to bury his face in Yuan Shiyuan's neck, nuzzling slowly. "Baby."

"..."

Yuan Shiyuan had no energy left, only giving him a lazy glance.

Pei Yanbing knew Yuan Shiyuan wasn't accustomed to the endearment, so he deliberately whispered it. Even when caught red-handed, he pretended nothing had happened and continued to help Yuan Shiyuan wash his face.

Yuan Shiyuan even obligingly turned his head, offering his cheek for the Alpha to tend to.

Whatever.

Baby it is.

Pei Yanbing could call him whatever he wanted. After all, he had already had his fill.

Aside from the moments Pei Yanbing spent cleaning up the surroundings, he remained by Yuan Shiyuan's side the entire time, never leaving him.

Is the power of a temporary mark truly this strong? Turning a perfectly stoic team captain into such a clingy individual.

"Wait?"

"Where's my phone?"

Yuan Shiyuan pushed against Pei Yanbing's shoulders to sit up. Pei Yanbing retrieved the phone from the side and, as he handed it over, pulled Yuan Shiyuan back into his embrace.

Just as Yuan Shiyuan was about to unlock the screen, he found it black.

It's dead!

How could it be out of battery?

When he first left, the battery was indeed low, and he'd received a low battery warning. But he hadn't used the phone since, and no battery-draining apps were running in the background.

How could it have automatically shut down due to low battery?

Yuan Shiyuan's fingers were still trembling, and his mind was slow.

Pei Yanbing was displeased with Yuan Shiyuan's focus on the phone, and even more so that his attention was being diverted. He sullenly lowered his head, his prominent nose brushing against Yuan Shiyuan's cheek before he opened his mouth to nip at his chin.

It seemed like an attempt to gain Yuan Shiyuan's attention, tinged with a possessive declaration.

Even now, the Alpha remembered Yuan Shiyuan's warning: absolutely no marks left behind.

Yuan Shiyuan ended up with his face covered in saliva.

"Hey, hey, that's enough." Coupled with the effects of the temporary mark, he felt as though Pei Yanbing's pheromones permeated his entire being, inside and out.

"Your scent is everywhere."

Pei Yanbing cupped his face, pressing their foreheads together until their breaths intertwined.

"I want to be closer to you."

Here we go again.

Pei Yanbing had said the same thing last time.

It seemed Pei Yanbing had an exceptional need for physical contact. Could he have something like touch starvation?

Probably not.

Yuan Shiyuan guessed it was due to the temporary mark. "Alright, alright, a little closer."

Yuan Shiyuan could clearly sense that, once permitted, Pei Yanbing's pheromones suddenly surged, conveying joy.

His fingers lazily stretched out only to be clasped by a larger hand. Clearly defined fingers interlaced with his, locking together tightly in a firm grip.

Then, Pei Yanbing lowered his head and gently kissed his fingertips.

Yuan Shiyuan froze, looking at the Alpha in surprise.

The temporary mark seemed to have flipped a switch—Pei Yanbing had become exceptionally attached to him. If Yuan Shiyuan showed even slight neglect, Pei Yanbing would become sad and withdrawn. But if Yuan Shiyuan gave him a kind look, Pei Yanbing's mood would instantly lift.

It was as if, after the temporary mark, Pei Yanbing's emotions were entirely dictated by him.

Yuan Shiyuan, however, felt nothing particular. Unlike other Omegas, he didn't develop dependence on the marker, nor did he feel a strong need because of the temporary mark.

He had only one feeling: "pleasure."

Fortunately, he could erase the mark. Once some time passed and he erased it, Pei Yanbing should return to normal.

While amazed by the power of the temporary mark, Yuan Shiyuan suddenly stiffened, alert.

Something's wrong.

What's attacking him?

Before, Yuan Shiyuan had been too caught up in the pleasure to realize just how awkward their situation was.

He was wearing only thin sleepwear, sitting bare on Pei Yanbing's lap, draped like a boneless creature in the Alpha's embrace.

His pants had vanished, and the pitiful disposable underwear had been neatly folded by Pei Yanbing and tucked away in a little "nest" in the corner of the wardrobe.

Yuan Shiyuan: o.o?

Was Pei Yanbing planning to keep it for nesting?

Using his original scent?

Yuan Shiyuan couldn't help but break out in goosebumps at the thought.

"Captain, you're quite... spirited right now," he coughed, trying to shift the focus. "As expected of the captain, impressive, impressive. But compared to me, you're still slightly inferior."

Pei Yanbing lifted the hem of his sleepwear, confirming a glance at the little pink rod, then agreed with a soft "Mm."

Yuan Shiyuan shifted the topic suddenly: "You can't keep going on like this."

"Maybe... I should give you a hand too?"

The air suddenly fell still.

As if completely unaware of exactly what he had just said, Yuan Shiyuan met Pei Yanbing's intense gaze and blinked slowly.

After a moment, the Alpha's low, husky voice inquired, "How would you help?"