Chapter 1: If You Can’t Stand It, Just Beg Me

Chapter 1: Can't Take It? Then Beg Me

"You want it?"

In the bathroom, steam hung thick in the air.

Two tangled silhouettes were barely visible through the semi-transparent glass door.

Qin Yan grabbed the guy by the back of the neck and the waist, shoved him forward hard, then yanked him up, forcing him to look in the mirror and see how wrecked and pathetic he looked.

"Su Zhiyu, if you can't take it, just beg me."

Qin Yan clearly heard these words slip out of his own mouth—smug and cocky, the kind of tone that made you want to punch him.

What?

No.

Wait.

Wasn't he literally just starting his first day at work? How the hell did a quick nap mess up his head this bad?

Qin Yan's eyes went wide when he realized he was right up against some guy's ear, the strong smell of rum and sweet white peach flooding his nose.

God, it smelled good.

His head was spinning. What the hell was happening?

"Get the hell off me."

The person in his arms gasped for air, trying to squirm out of his hold, but his weak struggling didn't do anything—it just came off as playful whining.

As they tussled, Qin Yan's lips just barely grazed that flushed earlobe, sending a jolt through both of them.

Qin Yan snapped out of it and immediately let go.

In front of the mirror, he locked eyes with a pair of peach-blossom eyes full of hate and fear, their stares crashing into each other.

The guy's face was flushed, his breathing was all over the place, wet hair dripping, his thin shirt completely soaked. He could barely stay upright, gripping the sink just to keep from falling.

Struggling through his heat, the corners of his eyes were flushed a glossy red, which only made that little red mole at the corner of his eye look even more tempting.

But his eyes underneath were ice-cold.

What!

Qin Yan's pupils shrank.

A red mole at the corner of his eye?

Soaked wet in front of the mirror?

And his name is Su Zhiyu?

This... this was basically the omega lead from that ABO comic he'd just been reading...

And the setting, the lines—all too familiar! Holy shit, he'd transmigrated into that comic.

And he'd landed as the trash Alpha with the same damn name.

Qin Yan shuddered, his arms and legs going half-numb.

"Heh, what other games do you want to play with me?"

A hoarse voice dripping with bitter self-mockery slammed straight into Qin Yan's chest, knocking the air out of him for a second.

Qin Yan's heart lurched, and he almost blurted out on instinct: "No, it wasn't me..."

It wasn't me. I didn't do anything.

It was that dumbass original owner.

Before he could even finish speaking, Su Zhiyu swayed, unable to hold himself up anymore, and started to crumple to the floor.

"Hey, you okay?"

Qin Yan quickly reached out to support him. When his arms closed around that skinny, bony waist, he was shocked—this guy was around 5'10" but weighed nothing?!

One squeeze and that waist would snap like a twig.

He gentled his hold, scared of hurting the fragile mess in his arms.

Su Zhiyu fell into an embrace reeking of rum, and the intoxicating scent shattered what little rationality he had left.

In his special condition, Su Zhiyu was as fragile as if he could shatter at any moment.

The sweet scent of Omega white peach pheromones spread wantonly through the room, restlessly expressing its owner's agony.

Su Zhiyu's mind was hazy, and on pure instinct, he clung to the only Alpha nearby, nuzzling his head toward the source of the rum scent—only this way could he feel a little better.

Su Zhiyu's breathing grew more and more erratic.

He grabbed Qin Yan's collar and yanked him down, resting his head against his shoulder, his fingertips fumbling toward the back of Qin Yan's neck. The cool touch and scorching breath intertwined.

Qin Yan's back stiffened, feeling his own nape tingling with heat, even starting to ache.

More rich, mellow rum scent spread outward.

He glanced down at the restless, frail omega, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, barely able to suppress the primal urge surging within him, wanting to kiss him recklessly.

He wanted to bite him.

Was this the instinctive impulse of the ABO world?

No!

No way!

How terrifying!

He couldn't be the beast from that comic.

He had to stay alive.

The early autumn night carried a hint of chill.

Qin Yan shuddered again, shook his head hard to clear the pheromone-clouded thoughts, and decided to carry this person out first.

He'd just leaned in when a scorching breath ghosted over his lips.

God, it smelled so good.

Qin Yan froze for a split second, breathing in the peach scent. He was helpless against it.

He couldn't stop himself from wanting to get closer.

"Su... Su Zhiyu, just hang on. I'll—I'll get you out of here."

Qin Yan's voice shook as he sucked in a sharp breath and, steeling himself, grabbed Su Zhiyu by the shoulders.

Su Zhiyu squinted, unable to see who was in front of him, let alone recognize him. His mind was already a blur, but he could sense Alpha pheromones closing in.

So, running on pure instinct, he tilted his head up and leaned in.

"!"

Qin Yan's heart slammed to a stop for a few seconds.

Before he could even process what just happened, the Omega protagonist had already stolen his first kiss?

Qin Yan was already gay, and now that he was a full-fledged Alpha, wrapped up in the Omega's peach scent, he was quickly getting lightheaded.

The rum scent went completely out of control, tangling with the sweet peach fragrance and flooding every corner of the room.

His eyes darkened. He pulled the youth's slim waist closer, pressing him against the sink, letting the pheromones run completely wild.

Who knew how long had passed.

The heavy pheromones in the air had thinned out a bit, and Su Zhiyu's dazed, wet eyes started to clear.

"!"

He shoved Qin Yan away hard, staring at him in shock and hatred, his frail body trembling. "You, don't come any closer!"

Qin Yan felt the sudden emptiness in his arms, but his left hand was still on Su Zhiyu's shoulder. He gave it a wistful pat and said, trying to sound serious:

"Hey, you kissed me first. I didn't even get to—ah..."

A sharp, searing pain shot through his wrist.

Qin Yan yelped and nearly dropped to his knees.

Su Zhiyu had suddenly bitten down on his hand and wouldn't let go, like he was dead set on tearing off a chunk of flesh.

He could taste blood.

Damn!

"Are you a dog or something? Let go, let go, bro!"

Qin Yan was in so much pain tears were about to spill. He couldn't pull his hand free no matter what, and in agony, he started banging on the door, regretting everything.

He shouldn't have let himself be seduced so easily. A kiss? It cost him a chunk of flesh!

"Young master?"

Hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

Hearing someone coming, Qin Yan latched onto it like a lifeline and yelled, "Someone, come quick, help!"

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Three servants froze at the sight of the messy, compromising scene, unsure whether to step in or back out.

Tears streaming down his face, Qin Yan shouted, "What are you waiting for? Get him off me!"

"Oh, right, right."

The servants swarmed in, but they didn't dare pull too hard in case they hurt Qin Yan. They struggled for ages but couldn't pry the frantic Su Zhiyu off.

In the chaos, someone landed a hard kick on Su Zhiyu. He let out a muffled grunt and finally let go.

Everyone scrambled to help Qin Yan: "Young master, are you okay? Quick, call a doctor—he's hurt!"

Qin Yan's wrist was bitten deep, skin broken and blood oozing out—it looked pretty bad.

In an unnoticed corner, Su Zhiyu collapsed, his body giving out as he hit the ground with a thud.

(What's so vulgar about that, I ask? Is the name Su Zhiyu vulgar too? Screw that! o(*￣︶￣*)o)

"Reading guide:

Dual male leads, top's POV. A fake playboy Alpha top vs a cold, aloof Omega bottom. Simple setup."