Chapter 15

Chapter 15

"Mmph—"

He spoke with tender words, but his kiss was utterly domineering, his tongue forcing past lips and teeth as if sinking into the throat of his prey.

Shen Hui turned his head forcefully to avoid it, but Yan Gui clamped his jaw, forcing his mouth open and making him passively endure the alpha's savage kiss.

The wet sounds of their entangled tongues muffled other sounds. The suffocating sensation of having all air stolen away made Shen Hui's vision go dark. His tongue was licked and sucked until it went numb, his lips bitten until they were bruised and swollen.

Every plea for mercy was strangled in his throat. His body was once again dominated by the omega's estrus, leaving him without even the strength to lift a hand in resistance.

But what terrified Shen Hui more was his body's gradual submission to the omega's influence, responding against his will.

Sweat, tears, and other secretions—Shen Hui felt utterly drenched and violated.

Noticing Shen Hui's response, the alpha intensified his actions. The ripped shirt was twisted into a rope, binding his unruly hands.

"Yan Gui! It hurts—let go now!" Shen Hui struggled desperately. "Yan Gui!"

The alpha in rut was beyond reason. In desperation, Shen Hui spotted the restraints on Yan Gui's wrist and immediately looked toward the observation room. "Gu Yu! Electroshock!"

But the observation window had already gone dark the moment he was pinned down, adhering to the principle of "see no evil."

Gu Yu wanted to see what was happening, but Professor Zhao yanked him back. "See no evil—what are you doing!"

Gu Yu replied anxiously, "I should be asking you! Yan Gui is experiencing both rut and a rage episode—he might kill Shen Hui!"

"He won't." Professor Zhao said, staring intently at a set of data on the screen where a percentage was rapidly climbing from zero.

"What is this?" Gu Yu turned to look.

"Shen Hui and the boss's compatibility percentage," Professor Zhao explained, his eyes fixed on the data. "Though I'm not entirely sure what's going on with his body, I can confirm that his omega traits were also drug-induced, and it's still a prototype."

Gu Yu: "..."

Watching the rising compatibility percentage, he suddenly understood. The earlier zero reading was because Shen Hui, not in estrus, emitted almost no pheromones, and his pheromones could only be drawn out by Yan Gui.

This drug was less of a prototype and more of a counterpart to Formula 01.

A robust physique, eroded rationality, and a designated soothe...

A fear akin to opening Pandora's box made Gu Yu's hair stand on end. He could only pray he was overthinking it.

But on the bright side, if Professor Zhao's theory held, Shen Hui wouldn't need an adenectomy and would no longer be limited to a three-year life expectancy.

Time ticked by. Half an hour later, the percentage suddenly crashed from 95% to zero.

The two instinctively glanced toward the detention room. What had happened?!

Then they heard Shen Hui's voice, gritted with fury: "Open the door!"

Exchanging bewildered looks, they pressed the door release. Shen Hui stood there, hair disheveled, eyes red-rimmed, lips bruised and swollen. His bare upper body was a mess, and the pants he'd barely managed to keep on had lost their belt. His hands were stained with large patches of a suspicious milky fluid.

Shen Hui's accusatory glare pierced them like daggers, leaving them guilty and scrambling, unable to meet his eyes.

Aching and drained, Shen Hui was too exhausted to argue. He brushed past them coldly and headed to the adjacent medical room to shower. "Get me a clean set of clothes."

Professor Zhao hurriedly nodded and went to check on Yan Gui in the detention room.

Yan Gui lay unconscious, a spent pheromone syringe still inserted in his neck.

The two exchanged another glance and simultaneously flinched and drew back.

An hour later, Yan Gui was transferred to a special care unit. According to real-time monitoring, his rage index had slowly dropped to 80% under the influence of the pheromones.

*

Shen Hui frowned slightly. "Why is it still so high?"

Professor Zhao, accustomed to this, explained, "Pheromone injection is only a stopgap measure. To fully suppress the episode, the two need to go through at least three estrus cycles together to form a permanent bond. After that, the omega cannot be away from him for extended periods."

He immediately realized his slip and glanced nervously at Shen Hui's expression.

Shen Hui's face remained neutral, but his mind involuntarily recalled Yan Gui's rather proud endowment.

During a rage episode, an alpha is almost entirely driven by instinct, desperate to fully possess the omega before him.

Shen Hui's entire body felt on the verge of melting, his usually sharp mind reduced to mush. The omega's estrus made him feel ached and empty, his body actively yielding to Yan Gui's movements.

It wasn't until the metallic buckle of his belt hit the floor with a soft clatter that Shen Hui's rationality abruptly returned. Summoning some unknown burst of strength, he broke free from his wrist restraints and struck Yan Gui hard across the face.

*Smack—*

Yan Gui's head snapped to the side, a red, swollen handprint instantly blooming on his cheek.

"Yan Gui! Snap out of it! Look where we are!" Shen Hui shouted sharply, trying to retreat to a safe distance.

But just as he was about to escape, Yan Gui grabbed his ankle and dragged him back underneath.

Yan Gui's blazing gaze fixed on Shen Hui, his muscles taut to the extreme like an alpha wolf ready to pounce, ready to shred and devour anyone who dared covet his prey.

Any movement now would only provoke the alpha. Holding his breath, Shen Hui maintained a calm and gentle expression, steadily meeting those fierce, blazing eyes while slowly releasing his calming pheromones to soothe him.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity.

A glimmer of rationality flickered in Yan Gui's dark, icy eyes. He lifted his head slightly, giving Shen Hui a bit of breathing room.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Gui's voice was hoarse as he gently brushed the corner of Shen Hui's lips.

Seeing him regain clarity, Shen Hui went limp with relief on the floor.

It seemed the rage episode had been suppressed.

"Get off first," Shen Hui tried to push him away and sit up, but Yan Gui didn't budge. His grip on Shen Hui's wrist was like a searing manacle, showing no intention of letting go.

Even more alarming was the look in his eyes—the deep, dark pupils swirling with a terrifying intensity, like a beast unwilling to release its prey.

Shen Hui slowed his breathing, attempting to soothe Yan Gui. "You're sick. Let me go first; I'll call a doctor."

"Mm," Yan Gui agreed readily but made no move to release him. Instead, he lowered his head to nuzzle Shen Hui's sweat-dampened temple. "It hurts."

He guided Shen Hui's hand to the wound on his side.

It was the injury Shen Hui had inflicted in the abandoned building to prevent another outburst—not life-threatening but enough to temporarily incapacitate him.

Now, it had healed, leaving only a faint white scar.

Shen Hui compressed his lips, unable to speak.

Yan Gui had long since figured out his soft-hearted weakness, nuzzling against his lips bit by bit: "Every electric shock hurts so much too, it feels like dying all over again..."

"Sorry..." Shen Hui averted his face in embarrassment, avoiding Yan Gui's pitiful act.

He knew full well that Yan Gui was putting on an act to gain sympathy—that if he showed any weakness, he'd be devoured completely—but Yan Gui had indeed endured all of it.

In the end, logic won out. He spoke through clenched teeth: "No, you already have a matched Omega—mmph!"

Shen Hui’s body tensed sharply. He instinctively pressed down on Yan Gui’s misbehaving hand but was powerless to stop his unwanted advances.

"It doesn't seem to agree." Yan Gui seemed to have seen through Shen Hui’s tough exterior to uncover a little secret, kissing his lips delightedly: "It likes me very much."

The intense pheromones reacted with Shen Hui’s awakening gland, even his exhales carrying Yan Gui’s scent. He leaned back forcefully, trying to escape Yan Gui’s grip, but Yan Gui cupped his neck and maneuvered him to sit on top of him.

"No... don’t." Shen Hui’s eyes turned red at the corners, his cheeks and eyes wet, his slender neck too weak to hold itself up as he slumped into the crook of Yan Gui’s neck, his rapid breaths warming a patch of skin.

But Yan Gui ignored him, becoming even more aggressive, determined to push Shen Hui to his limit.

The next second, the needle of a pheromone injector was pressed to Yan Gui’s neck. Shen Hui, lying against him, didn't even have the strength to lift his head, his voice trembling, yet his hand holding the injector remained steady.

"Let go, put me down—"

In an instant, the injector clattered to the floor. Shen Hui went completely limp, his pupils constricted, fingertips numb.

Even pushed to this point, his body remained tense, fingers gripping Yan Gui’s clothes unconsciously.

He didn’t want this.

Yan Gui focused his remaining willpower on holding back. He let out a long breath, nipping at Shen Hui’s ear to whisper.

"I’m willing to wait for you, but I’ll collect a little payment in advance."

Before Shen Hui could understand, his hands were grabbed forcefully.

…

As for how Shen Hui’s palms ended up chafed and swollen, and how he eventually injected Yan Gui with a pheromone dose when he least expected it—that’s a story for another time.

After finishing the hospital call, Gu Yu turned to look at Shen Hui.

"The hospital is all prepared. Are you sure you still want to go through with the gland removal surgery?"

Shen Hui was spacing out, so Gu Yu raised his voice.

"Shen Hui?"

…

"Ancestor!"

"Hmm?" Shen Hui snapped back to attention and looked at him. "What’s wrong?"

Gu Yu: …

Director Gu had no choice but to repeat himself, carefully observing Shen Hui’s expression.

Truthfully, he disagreed with Shen Hui’s decision to remove his gland. Since it was confirmed that Yan Gui and he could treat each other, what was the big deal if there was a 100% matched Omega in between? Worst case, they could break up later—maybe even get half of Yan Gui’s money.

But Shen Hui’s attitude was firm: "Do it."

Gu Yu: …

"No, there’s clearly a better treatment option now! What are you so stubborn about?!"

Gu Yu was livid, wishing he could crack open Shen Hui’s skull to see what nonsense was in his head.

Shen Hui remained silent, offering no reply.

"Take me back to Uncle Yang’s place first. I want to say goodbye to them."

Gu Yu felt like he’d punched a stone—the stone was fine, but he was about to break. Still too angry to let it go, he plopped into a chair huffing: "If you don’t care about your own health, then have the guts to walk back yourself!"

Shen Hui didn’t insist either, actually nodding in agreement before turning to leave on his own.

"You—!" Gu Yu was fuming, yelling after Shen Hui’s retreating figure: "I’m cutting ties with you! I don’t care if you live or die, it’s none of my business!"

So mad that Director Gu started cursing.

Just then, his spit landed right on Professor Zhao’s face as he walked in: "Huh?"

Gu Yu snapped irritably, "Not you."

Professor Zhao glanced back at Shen Hui’s solitary figure and asked, as if expecting it: "He still chose the gland surgery?"

Gu Yu nodded.

"Probably still can’t forget Young Master Chen." Professor Zhao’s expression was complicated. "Maybe he really is his lifelong calamity."

Gu Yu was a bit confused: "Didn’t he already hate Chen Shenzhi to death?"

"Haven’t you heard the phrase? The deeper the love, the sharper the hatred. Without love, where would hatred come from?"

Author’s note:

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Eavesdropping Boss Yan, dark-faced, rejected all of Professor Zhao’s project applications and annual bonuses.

Yan Gui, cold-faced: This is the price of backing the wrong CP.

Well-versed in upward management, the old professor sought a workaround by handing the application forms to the new intern Yang Bai.

Old Professor: Young man, want to become a full-timer? I believe in you!

Yang Bai immediately went crying to his brother.

Shen Hui, who’s always spoiled Yang Bai, tentatively went to discuss it with Yan Gui.

Yan Gui, utterly shameless, hauled out a big box of toys, grinning slyly.

Yan Gui: One item for one approval.

Shen Hui turned to leave: Approve it or not, I don’t care.

Only to find the bedroom door locked from the outside by the traitor Yang Bai.

Yang Bai, full of hope: Bro, you’ll help me, right?!

The next day: Yang Bai, deceased.

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Because yesterday Diao Diao was really almost deceased, it was moved to today. Sorry~