Chapter 53

Chapter 53

The blanket was yanked up, pulling his limbs along with it.

Meng Shijiu's knees were lifted slightly off the surface. His hand groped at the empty air before falling back to its original position. He blinked and let Shen Huaixu kiss him.

It still hurt a little, actually. Shen Huaixu sucked hard, meticulously, like biting into a ripe berry until the juice seeped into the seam of his lips, a sweetness tinged with sourness.

Meng Shijiu's breathing gradually became labored. He instinctively tried to pull back, but the man opposite him didn't react, still firmly gripping his shoulders, pressing against his lips, kissing him even more fiercely.

Until a metallic, bloody sweetness spread in his mouth.

Shen Huaixu's whole body stiffened; he slowly opened his eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he froze for several seconds before slowly realizing it was blood from Meng Shijiu's tongue, which had been rubbed raw from his kissing.

Meng Shijiu didn't care much about it. He instinctively licked his lips and, seeing Shen Huaixu had finally stopped, breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

When Shen Huaixu was home alone, the robot usually did the cooking; he rarely cooked himself. He had been tinkering in the kitchen for a while earlier, and who knew how it had turned out.

Meng Shijiu braced his hands on the edge of the counter, preparing to get down.

Shen Huaixu blocked his way, remaining silent.

Suddenly.

"One more kiss," he said.

Meng Shijiu's ears twitched. *Huh?*

"I don't—"

Meng Shijiu instinctively looked up, meeting Shen Huaixu's eyes up close.

The Alpha's long eyelashes cast a layer of motionless shadow beneath his eyes. His gaze seemed to hold a vortex capable of swallowing a person whole.

In those heterochromatic eyes, whether the cold, desolate moon-white or the thorny dark purple, without exception, were shrouded in a murkiness like a dark tide. It was as if a pristine night moon had been dusted over, the scene suddenly tainted, becoming oppressive and murky.

This somber hue was so thick it seemed impenetrable. Deep within his pupils surged a certain violently suppressed, nearly savage emotion.

Meng Shijiu's words trailed off halfway.

After a long moment, Shen Huaixu's tightly clenched knuckles loosened slightly. He raised his hand and gently tugged the blanket tighter around Meng Shijiu. "Mm. No more kissing."

He took Meng Shijiu's chin in his hand, lowering his eyelashes to conceal his expression, yet his thumb pushed in, insolent yet composed, prying open the silver-haired Alpha's lips.

"Let me see where you're hurt."

Meng Shijiu blinked.

"...Nowhere." He dodged backward, nimbly jumping down from the counter and running off.

He was normally so lazy and had never slipped away so quickly before. Shen Huaixu was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh.

Before he could take two steps, the silver-haired Alpha who had run off suddenly returned.

Shen Huaixu stopped.

Meng Shijiu walked towards him and smiled.

It was his usual lazy smile, though this smile seemed to pull at the inner flesh of his lips. Meng Shijiu's expression froze momentarily, then his brows furrowed slightly. Failing to pull off the cool act, he switched to a faint smile with slightly pursed lips.

He smiled slowly, like melting snow and thawing ice.

Then he walked over and very naturally took Shen Huaixu's hand.

Shen Huaixu's heart skipped a beat, but his hand didn't miss a beat, firmly grasping the fingertips Meng Shijiu had lightly placed in his.

"Let's go, Headmaster Shen..." Meng Shijiu laughed.

Shen Huaixu's heart was still catching up, but he was one to seize every advantage for himself, a habit he couldn't break. He was quick to reply: "...Can I call you my boyfriend?"

Meng Shijiu: "..."

——

SM (Sancta Maria) Forum

+Fun Zone+

"Hot" "Anon" "Still no news?"

"OP": "What time is it now, damn, why isn't he back yet."

1l: "Probably busy with something"

2l: "I think so too"

3l: "Busy with what? Third Bro is still waiting downstairs, isn't he?"

4l: "I think so too. Probably really can't be reached."

223l: "So many people still awake?"

224l: "Just have a bad feeling about this"

225l: "Just have this gut feeling my crush got snatched, anyone get it?"

436l: "Can you all hold out for a few more hours? Can't even keep it together on the forum?"

437l: "Don't act like you were asleep either"

……

……

There was no moonlight tonight. Shen Huaixu had only turned on one floor lamp, but Meng Shijiu didn't last long before he was overwhelmed and told Shen Huaixu to turn it off—or rather, didn't tell him, so his pheromones "crackled" a few times and completely destroyed the lighting system.

By the time the moon showed itself again, it was very late. Inside the room, the person nestled in the dark silk seemed coated in a layer of glitter, hazy with an otherworldly luster and radiance, breathtakingly beautiful.

Shen Huaixu's voice rippled through the darkness: "Baby..."

Under the moonlight, a trembling hand suddenly reached up.

The silver-haired Alpha grabbed the hair at the back of Shen Huaixu's head and pulled back, slightly separating their glued-together lips: "Stop for a second, gege, I... uh."

The trailing note abruptly changed pitch, like a snapped violin string.

Meng Shijiu bit down hard on his lower lip.

Shen Huaixu let out a soft chuckle, his fingertips soothingly rubbing his waist.

"...Baby."

"So obedient."

The person beneath him visibly shuddered.

Meng Shijiu forced his damp eyes open, blinking uselessly in an attempt to clear his vision, squeezing broken syllables from his throat: "...Hmm... water... mmm... hnn..."

After a moment, Shen Huaixu moved away from his waist. The crisp clink of a glass mixed with the sound of pouring water, echoing in the stillness.

When Shen Huaixu returned, in the warmth of their mingled breath, the lukewarm water transformed into a soft tenderness, trickling from their joined lips down his throat.

Then came a fierce, plundering kiss. Before the silver-haired Alpha could even swallow the water, Shen Huaixu had already invaded deeply, sucking and licking fiercely as if to devour the trembling tongue, until the last bit of reddened soft flesh was swollen.

"More?"

Meng Shijiu's mind was foggy; he didn't quite understand, thinking he was being asked about the water.

"...Yes."

...

It was all underhanded moves he had no defense against.

The silver-haired Alpha was made to "eat oranges" over and over.

In the latter half of the night, Meng Shijiu was driven to the brink of collapse, letting out soft, lingering moans, whimpering incessantly, his voice growing hoarser every time, his cries scratching the air like a cat's claws.

His hand accidentally slapped the face of Shen Huaixu, who was sitting on him, and was immediately grabbed by the Alpha. His wrist was pinned and sucked on, from his fingers to his palm, until it was damp and almost pruned before being released.

Meng Shijiu thrashed against the sheets, his silver hair disheveled, the corners of his eyes tender from crying, yet he was dragged back by Shen, pressed down firmly, and pushed over another stumbling peak.

In this position, his head lolled back, hanging in mid-air, saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth to his cheek, a hand gripping his throat, his beautiful eyes dazed with pleasure, shrouded in a misty, blue haze.

Such delicate, youthful features.

Shen the fox had rendered him unconscious just like that.

He leaned down to kiss the mole on Meng Shijiu's collarbone, turned the silver-haired Alpha's hand over, laced their fingers together, and clasped his palm.

He continued.

The soaked silver hair clung to the flushed corners of his eyes. Meng Shijiu arched his neck back, his lips parting helplessly, allowing Shen Huaixu's kisses to repeatedly press against his sensitive palate. Involuntary tears mixed with sweat droplets rolled down, collecting into a glistening trail on his collarbone.

Shen Huaixu's temples throbbed, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He wanted to look away, but it only fueled a sharper thirst and agitation.

Shen Huaixu: "Baby..."

The pheromones of the heterochromatic Alpha, suppressed for so long, rose quietly—a faint woody scent, persistent and cool, like a bitter summer.

Meng Shijiu's scattered thoughts slowly coalesced amidst this unfamiliar scent, only to be caught off guard as he was flipped over. The person behind him seemed to have completely lost control, ensnared in a web of desire. The silver hair at the nape of Meng Shijiu's neck was hastily brushed aside, and then the Alpha's sharp canines pressed against his gland.

Meng Shijiu struggled to speak: "Brother."

The silver-haired Alpha's voice acted like a sedative, as if Shen were finally snapping out of it. That dangerous sensation suddenly withdrew, replaced by another scorching touch that sucked almost roughly on Meng Shijiu's gland.

An electric shiver shot up his spine, every vertebra buzzing with numbness.

The silver-haired Alpha abruptly threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as an uncontrolled moan escaped: "Ah—"

He had never cried out so intensely before. His vision went blank, involuntary tears streaking down from the corners of his eyes. The pleasure was too overwhelming, like a tidal wave submerging his entire being, even his fingertips trembling.

Suddenly, he noticed that the faint, bitter scent had shifted to something sweet and clear.

Meng Shijiu opened his mouth: "."

But only a few incoherent notes came out.

—He couldn't make a sound.

Shen Huaixu turned him back over, lifted him up, and soothed him almost frantically, constantly checking on Meng Shijiu.

Shen Huaixu: "...Baby?"

Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a very cold scent, almost illusory, but it vanished quickly.

Almost immediately understanding what was happening, Shen Huaixu frowned, cupping Meng Shijiu's face: "Good boy, listen to me, don't hold back."

As he spoke, Shen Huaixu's mental energy forcefully and decisively transmitted over, forcing out the silver-haired Alpha's cool pheromones.

Like a long-suppressed torrent suddenly released, Meng Shijiu's pheromones exploded, instantly swamping everything in an overwhelming wave.

The entire room plunged into coldness, snow falling relentlessly. The unleashed domain of an S-class Alpha was an instrument of torture, a nightmare for any outsider. Every strand of the icy aura condensed into tangible chains, weaving an impenetrable cage in the void.

Meng Shijiu couldn't speak, his mental energy slowly transmitting: "Are you okay?"

He had been in Pei Ruji's domain before and knew what it felt like for an Alpha to be within another Alpha's territory.

He lifted his eyelashes, like a gorgeous yet detached portrait, his gaze fixed stubbornly on Shen Huaixu.

Shen Huaixu had never seen such an expression in his eyes before, almost making him think his Shijiu loved him deeply. Shen Huaixu found his own untimely thought somewhat amusing, but more than that, it was an indescribable sadness.

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Meng Shijiu's eyes, cradled his face, kissed his forehead, and continuously transmitted his mental energy into Meng Shijiu's body.

...

...

The doctor arrived quickly. After examining Meng Shijiu's throat, he concluded it was only temporary aphonia due to emotional turmoil, advising rest, a mindful diet, drinking more water, etc., saying recovery time would depend on the situation.

The lead doctor said sourly to come back for consultation if there was no improvement after two weeks, then shot a reproachful glance at Shen Huaixu before leaving with his assistant.

Meng Shijiu touched his own neck and made a sign language gesture towards Shen Huaixu.

Shen Huaixu naturally couldn't understand.

Meng Shijiu just smiled.

Shen Huaixu always felt it wasn't anything good, so he gathered him into an embrace.

Meng Shijiu had bathed and changed into a set of white pajamas. His face still showed signs of their passion, flushed with a lingering afterglow.

Shen Huaixu: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Shijiu didn't understand what he was asking.

Shen Huaixu's gaze fell on the spot where his gland was located.

Meng Shijiu: ……

Meng Shijiu shook his head.

Shen Huaixu pulled him into a hug and let out a long sigh.

Meng Shijiu: “I need some water.”

Not wanting to let go, Shen Huaixu kept holding him and told the robot to get some water.

Meng Shijiu: “I’m tired, I want to sleep.”

Shen Huaixu: “I’ll carry you to bed.”

Meng Shijiu stopped “talking.”

After a while, the little robot came over with the water.

Meng Shijiu: “I want to go back.”

Shen Huaixu was silent for a long moment.

His voice was level and calm as his hand slipped under Meng Shijiu’s clothes:

“You can’t even speak, you haven’t changed, you don’t even have your terminal on you—do you even know where you are? Where do you think you're going?”

Meng Shijiu shrank back: “…Stop it.”

No answer.

Meng Shijiu: “I really can’t take it anymore.”

Shen Huaixu still didn’t respond.

Meng Shijiu: “Did you hear me?”

Meng Shijiu ignored him.

Or maybe he didn’t: “You. Are. Sick.”

Shen Huaixu laughed, withdrew his hand, and smoothed his clothes. “Go to sleep.”

He picked Meng Shijiu up and carried him to the room. Before he could even put him down, he saw that Meng Shijiu’s eyes were closed—he was already asleep.

Shen Huaixu paused, holding him, unable to bring himself to let go.