Lucas’s eyes were red, bloodshot.

He tirelessly watched the video on his Smart Brain. Chris did not put the video on the Star Network. Still, as the commander of the Second Legion, Lucas naturally had access to the complete footage.

He stared with his dry eyes at the stubborn and dazzling young man enduring pain on the screen.

After taking a big gulp of hard liquor, the alcohol wreaked havoc on his stomach from not eating for so long. Lucas felt his chest twitch with pain.

Could Jorah be this strong? Could Jorah really be that strong? He kept asking himself that question repeatedly.

How strong he is, don’t you know? Lucas laughed bitterly.

Lucas and Jorah grew up in an orphanage where bullying was expected, and life was not easy.

Lucas always defended Jorah from the others and fought over food and toys. Jorah was weak and would only call his name with tears in his eyes as he fought with the others.

But one time, when Lucas was knocked down. As he held his head in his hands and braced himself for the fists that would land on him, Jorah, who had always been a coward, rushed up to him. His small body stood right in front of Lucas, spreading his short, thin arms to shield him.

“Don’t you dare bully Lucas!”

He remembered Jorah’s clear voice screaming like that. He’d always known that when trying to protect the person he cared most about, the cowardly Jorah would turn sharp and unyielding for a moment.

It was that time, too, that Lucas promised little Jorah, “I’ll always protect you and never let you get hurt.”

But then what happened? Did he eat this promise?

He and Jorah started with just each other, but then Lucas had the Second Legion and Corsi.

And Jorah had nothing.

Lucas covered his face and sobbed. Did Jorah wait for him to appear while he suffered from a cruel punishment? Did he cry out in his mind, “Lucas, help me!”

But then, at such a time, not only did he not show up, what did he say?

Oh, he said: He’s caused you a lot of trouble, hasn’t he?

How dare you, Lucas? He slapped himself twice.

“Bang!” The door swung open, and Corsi walked in with firm steps. He propped his hands on the desk and leaned into Lucas’ eyes, “Lucas, let’s break up.”

Lucas froze at the words.

“Actually, I’ve been hesitant since I was with you,” Corsi calmly said. “You’re right, Jorah doesn’t have enough physical rank to match you, and we’re the best match for each other.”

“But just because you and I are compatible, just because our bodies are good enough, should Jorah give up the happiness that was his?” Corsi closed his eyes, “Just…deserved…to be abandoned by you?”

“I’m sorry, Lucas, I really can’t force myself to be with you under the circumstances.”

After saying that, Corsi looked deeply at Lucas, turned around, and left.

He boarded his aircraft and turned on his Smart Brain.

One of these days, a post floated up on the front page of a forum, the poster asked: What physique are you? Will you survive the torture that Jorah suffered?

There was a real mental deterrent, a mixture of poison, drugs, gravity devices, and other messy things.

Previously, there was indeed some questioning that Jorah couldn’t have survived an entire mental deterrent. Still, with the video as evidence, with Dr. Ramiel theorizing that Jorah’s mental powers had mutated under powerful stimuli, and with Chris’s daily treatment and protection, the doubts quickly disappeared and the admiration for Jorah rose instead.

The replies all brought their mental strength and physique levels to the post.

[Physique A, Mental Strength A+, I can’t, the mixed poison is horrible.]

[Physique B, Mental Strength S, I can’t, it’s a real mental deterrent after all…]

….

The building was so high that Corsi slowly swept down from top to bottom. Eventually, he also replied to the post: [Physique S, Mental Strength S, I can’t.]

[T/N: this is referring to the length of the post]

Corsi leaned back in his seat and sighed. He was the omega who started the trend of omegas entering military academies. He intended to break the restrictions society had placed on omegas, which did happen. However, there was another trend that had arisen in the community. It was only omegas with good constitution that were respected. In contrast, omegas that could only enter the art academy remained unpopular.

While he was pleased with what he had achieved, he had a vague feeling that it wasn’t right. People were still divided into classes entirely based on their physical rank in such a harmonious and civilized society.

Should weaker omegas still be eliminated? That’s not what he wanted…

However, Jorah’s presence broke this situation. He was both weak and strong enough. His presence told people that no matter how bad his physical rank was, and no matter what industry he was in, there was no way to deny his strength or character.

After a moment of contemplation, he ordered his Smart Brain, “Initiate a request to Admiral Chris. I would like to visit Mr. Jorah.”

The sunlight passed through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows and spread out over the white bed, illuminating the young man rolling around in his tantrum with a soft glow.

“You get out! Don’t touch me, get as far away from me as you can!” Qing Yun rolled over on the soft bed, his silky black hair scattered on his cheeks.

Chris helplessly sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out to block the bed’s edge to prevent the young man from accidentally rolling off the ground. It was also fortunate that the bed was soft enough not to harm the teenager; otherwise, Chris wouldn’t have let Qing Yun roll around like this.

Qing Yun’s face was flushed as he rolled, and at the sight of the man still unmoved, he was particularly upset as he pulled Chris’s long blonde hair and raised his foot to step hard on his back: “What’s the use of having you!”

Chris was afraid of hurting Qing Yun with force, so he relaxed his body and gently pulled his hair out of the boy’s hands.

He lowered his head and kissed Qing Yun’s cheeks that were blushing with anger, “Be good, we just did it last night.”

“But I want it now!” Qing Yun sat up, raised his chin at Chris, and made no attempt to hide his desire. To be honest, he wasn’t quite used to the man of this world becoming so serious all of a sudden. He would stick to him in the previous two worlds like dogskin plaster, but now he acted like a gentleman.

[T/N: Because of the stickiness of dogskin plaster, it is sometimes used to describe sticky things or to describe being too close to others.]

Chris’s eyes flashed helplessly; his omega asked for this, how could he not be tempted? It was just that he was worried about Qing Yun’s body.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll find someone else.” Qing Yun leaned in close and cupped his chin threateningly.

Chris’s face darkened in an instant and detained the man in his arms, “No!”

The sun was just right, and the two slowly collapsed on the bed. Chris tried his best to please Qing Yun.

But not long ago, the young man who was previously rolling around began to frown and push against Chris’s shoulder. He spat out words that could be described as cold and heartless: “Okay, you can go now….”.

It really was like that again.

Chris covered his face and lamented that the omega that wasn’t in heat would quickly come and go, completely unable to satisfy the alpha…

He had to discard his desire and get up to pick up Qing Yun and clean him. After taking care of everything and placing the boy on clean sheets, Chris then turned to take a cold shower.

This kind of thing happened recently; of course, Chris could not refuse to Qing Yun’s request. He was even more reluctant to ignore him when he refused to continue, so he could only live a life of being aroused to the point of desire… desire to burst, and then miserably take a cold shower.

He lowered his head and looked at a specific part of himself. If not for the estrus’s existence, if this continues, sooner or later, he would have to…

Qing Yun lay contentedly on the bed, the corners of his mouth picking up an unkind smile. He was helpless now that this body was like this.

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When Chris came out of the bathroom, Qing Yun stared at him curiously.

Looking at his eyes full of curiosity, Chris felt a chill in his heart, this time……what bad idea did he have?

The young man seemed to be extremely curious, always coming up with bizarre ideas that made Chris beg for his life every time.

“Honey.” Qing Yun called him with a sweet look on his face.

Chris’s heart immediately softened and walked up to him to ask, “What’s wrong?”

Qing Yun stared at him, “The alpha has knots, right?”

“Yes.” As soon as he heard that was the question, Chris laughed and ambiguously breathed in Qing Yun’s ear, “Baby, didn’t you feel it before?

With a raised eyebrow and a slight chuckle, Qing Yun turned, “But I haven’t seen it before, so I want to see it.”

Chris stiffened and looked at him with disbelief, “The knot only opens inside the omega, how can it be seen.”

Moreover, the alpha filling and opening the knot was both soothing and painful. It would have to be inside the omega, and simultaneously being soothed by the omega’s erotic pheromones to ignore that pain.

Qing Yun just looked at him coolly and insisted, “I’ll look at you if I want to, it’s yours, not a textbook.”

Again…

Chris held his forehead; he had already found out that Qing Yun liked to make pranks to screw with him, and what’s worse was that he couldn’t bear to refuse at all.

Chris hugged Qing Yun with a helpless look, “Okay… I’ll think of something.”

Just as the two were warming up, the housekeeper’s voice rang out, “Admiral, Admiral Corsi and Admiral Lucas will visit Young Master Jorah.”

Chris’s face immediately turned cold at the words. He subconsciously held the young man in his arms tightly, coldly refusing, “No.”

“Wait, let them come in.” Qing Yun said.

In the meantime, the old housekeeper already knew who he should listen to and answered the call.

Hearing Qing Yun’s words, Chris was clearly uncomfortable and frowned at him, even showing a bit of aggravation in his eyes.

Qing Yun hugged his neck and kissed him: “Don’t think nonsense; it’s just to make an end.”

Only then did Chris relieve his emotions and carried Qing Yun to the sofa outside.

Corsi and Lucas didn’t expect to see each other at Chris’s house. Still, when they saw the young man that Chris had carefully carried out, they were immediately drawn to him.

Lucas couldn’t contain himself and immediately made his way over to Jorah, “Are you okay…”

Suddenly, he paused, he smelled the pheromone on Jorah. It wasn’t the familiar smell anymore; it seemed to have changed a lot. But Lucas couldn’t even distinguish it clearly, because the omega’s pheromones were mixed with Chris’s, which was as sharp as a blade, making it difficult even to breathe.

“I’m fine, I owe the two of you a blessing before, but I’m making up for it now.” Qing Yun smiled.

His carefree words further caused Lucas’s heart to tighten.

Chris watched Lucas’s expression closely, who couldn’t contain releasing his pheromones.

Chris’s sharp pheromones immediately charged towards Lucas like a sword. “Put away your pheromones in front of my omega.”

Lucas immediately took two steps back; his emotions were clearly agitated by Chris’s words. “Sorry, something is wrong with me at the moment. I’ll…see you some other time.”

With that, he immediately turned around and went out in a hurry.

“I’m going to see him off.” Chris kissed the top of Qing Yun’s hair, his eyes narrowing as he followed Lucas out.

As soon as he left the room, Chris immediately pinned Lucas’s neck and threatened him impatiently. “Don’t ever appear before Jorah again. He’s mine, and you’ve brought him nothing but harm.”

Lucas was taken aback, obviously not expecting Chris, who was always cold and businesslike, to have such an obviously emotional moment.

“What about you?” Lucas gathered his courage and glared at Chris, “Did you hurt him any less?”

Not fazed by Lucas’s words, Chris emphatically admitted, “Yes, I hurt him, and I’ll always remember what an asshole I was.”

But he chose me, and I’ll repent for my sins with my whole soul.

Whether it was in the face of Lucas’s questioning or the others’ doubts about his feelings for Jorah, Chris had no intention of defending himself. It was never verbal arguments or promises that he needed to make.

Lucas sniffed, hung his eyes, and smiled, “I know, I won’t come back. You take care of him.”

“It’s my duty.” Chris said coldly, before releasing Lucas’ neck, “I won’t see you off.”

Lucas left disoriented.

Corsi was in the room, but he never made a sound, and he looked at Qing Yun firmly.

“What?” Qing Yun sipped his tea, moistening his dry throat.

“Your voice…” at the sound of his hoarse voice, a hint of discomfort flashed between Corsi’s brows.

Qing Yun smiled faintly, “Well, it’s ruined, but fortunately, I left a song before it was ruined.”

Corsi slowly walked closer to him and asked softly, “Do you regret it? If you had a stronger body, you wouldn’t be in this situation at all.”

Qing Yun let him ask, a powerful body? Of course, he wanted to, Qing Yun was used to being strong, and his weakness when he first arrived did make him very uncomfortable. But it couldn’t be helped, could it? He just survived the punishment with a weak body and completed the mission of this world.

He believed that this would happen again in the future because Qing Yun was very weak compared to Heavenly Dao. But, would Qing Yun give up his resistance because he was weak?

Not at all.

“Powerful or not, it has nothing to do with the body.” Qing Yun looked up straight into Corsi’s eyes.

Corsi’s pupils shrank due to his words, then flashed with emotion.

His eyebrows slowly became gentle, and he half crouched in front of Qing Yun: “It’s a bit rude, but… can I pursue you?”