The young man sank into the large, soft leather chair and reached out to touch his Adam's apple through the collar. Looking worried, he asked, "When will your vocal cords recover? What kind of accident happened?"
Xi Zhengqing: [They still need some time.]
Xi Zhengqing: [It was just an assassination attempt by an Other. Don't worry, the Other was quickly subdued. I wasn't hurt anywhere else.]
In recent years, the Other resistance had indeed grown increasingly active, but it mostly targeted minor nobles. Entering the core district required a special biometric scan and identification, which the Others had yet to pass.
Xi Zhengqing had never paid them much mind. He was merely using them as an excuse for a lie.
Xin Hexue reached up to smooth the furrow between his brows. Leaning close, he asked softly, "Are you unhappy?"
Xi Zhengqing froze and met those eyes, which seemed to hold flecks of light.
He heard Xin Hexue say, as if tempting him, "Then let's play a game that'll make you happy."
Xi Zhengqing had only just realized that things were beginning to slip out of his control.
Xin Hexue stood and tugged on his collar, tightening and loosening his grip as though pulling a dog's leash. The Alpha was caught off guard and pushed into the armchair.
Their positions as attacker and defender switched in an instant.
The chair creaked, the sound ringing through the silent study.
The young man sat on the red sandalwood desk and raised his foot, bringing it down as his eyelashes lowered languidly, like a butterfly slowly folding and unfolding its wings.
Sweat soaked the back of the Alpha's pajamas. His expression looked pained, mixed with a strange pleasure and excitement.
His back was slightly hunched, the lean muscles throughout his body taut. All his sensations came from the young man's snow-white foot resting between his legs.
The collar symbolizing their relationship of submission restrained his neck, and pheromones escaped uncontrollably from Xi Zhengqing's gland.
A wild scent of musk came from all directions, seeking to engulf the young man seated high on the desk.
A book rested on Xin Hexue's knee as he turned the pages absentmindedly.
With each turn of a page, the pressure and pace of his foot varied. The skin on the top of his foot was delicate, threaded with pale blue veins that became more prominent when he pressed down.
As though grinding something filthy beneath his foot, Xin Hexue looked faintly disgusted.
The conclusion he had reached long ago was correct.
Alphas were beasts that had not fully evolved.
In his judgment, this psychologically twisted, perverted heir, alongside his craving and pursuit of destructive aesthetics, probably also had a sex addiction that even Xi Zhengqing himself had not noticed.
According to the original melodramatic script, Xi Zhengqing would not only deceive "Xin Hexue," but also exert a degree of mental control to satisfy his desire for control and destruction.
Xi Zhengqing was different from someone like Pei Guangji, who was in love without realizing it.
So from the beginning, Xin Hexue had never planned to cultivate feelings with him as he had with Pei Guangji. He would use desire to control Xi Zhengqing instead, and within the intimate relationship established by the original script, he intended to switch the positions of the tamer and the tamed.
The affection value chimed as it went up one, down one, up one, down one, but in the end it rose by ten points.
Xin Hexue, however, was growing a little bored with the game, and a little tired too.
The book snapped shut. He ground his foot down, and the Alpha gave a muffled grunt.
Xin Hexue lowered his eyelids wearily.
His skin was naturally thin, and after what had just happened, the sole of his foot seemed to sting a little.
Xin Hexue asked K: [His external genitalia aren't mechanical too, are they?]
K: [...]
Xin Hexue thought it was possible, since both the size and hardness were outside the normal range.
Could it be detachable?
His thoughts wandered a little.
The next instant, the Alpha caught him off guard, pouncing on him and pinning him to the desk, his back against the cold, smooth red sandalwood.
Xi Zhengqing kissed him chaotically, moving from his cheek to his earlobe, and let out a hoarse, nearly voiceless breath. "...I'll help you."
Chapter 15: Face blindness (15)
The pure black silk pajamas were like the last soft layer of a bamboo shoot, and the Alpha peeled them away with almost no effort.
The young man's skin was dazzlingly white under the light, his body flawless. His lean muscles stretched, flowed, and rose and fell in beautiful lines.
At the bottom of his left rib cage was a tiny red mole, a dot against the jade-white skin of his chest, like a stray red plum blossom fallen on snow.
The voice Xi Zhengqing had just produced was hoarse, no different from that of a patient whose damaged vocal cords had yet to recover, so he was not worried that Xin Hexue would notice anything amiss.
He stared almost obsessively at the body before him. His obsession was such that currents flickered and raced wildly through the blue-purple patterns on the serratus anterior beneath his loungewear.
His thin lips, slightly warm, pressed against the cool skin.
After nine on winter evenings, Xin Hexue's reactions became a little sluggish from sleepiness. He had just braced his elbows against the desk to push himself up when the Alpha forcefully suppressed his attempt to resist.
"Wait, wait..."
Xin Hexue's earlobe was taken between his lips and tongue. The intense stimulation of having his weak spot touched made his waist go limp at once.
Half-kneeling over him, the Alpha bent his tall frame down and easily seized Xin Hexue's hands, pulling them above his head and holding them firmly in place.
Xi Zhengqing moved downward, releasing the damp earlobe. After being suckled and kissed hard, it had turned a deep red, like a red bead.
Wherever the wet, hot kisses landed, a lovely pink flushed through the young man's body from within.
The white was dazzling, the pink dizzying, and Xi Zhengqing was wholly immersed in this beautiful dream.
As he kissed him, especially when he lightly touched the pale pink buds on his chest, Xi Zhengqing could almost immediately feel the other man's chest trembling and rising and falling slightly, his breathing quickening uncontrollably as though his oxygen were being squeezed out.
The discovery sent waves of dryness and tightness through Xi Zhengqing's throat.
It gave him the illusion that he could control the other man, even control the rhythm of the young man's breathing.
The excitement sent a tingling electric current through Xi Zhengqing's chest.
And so, like a pilgrim, he kissed him again and again in a daze, covering the person before him with kisses.
From his earlobe to his collarbone, his chest, the little mole beneath his ribs, then down to the gentle rise and fall of his abdominal muscles, the faint lines at his hips, and his groin.
A flawless body.
A soft moan escaped Xin Hexue's throat.
His hands were no longer restrained. Instead, they seized Xi Zhengqing's hair and tightened silently.
Musk pheromones permeated every corner of the space, overwhelming the faint scent of green sandalwood.
A tingling like an electric shock ran down Xin Hexue's back. When the Alpha pushed himself up, he lay back on the desk, his waist limp.
His breathing had yet to settle, and his chest rose and fell violently. The once pale pink cherry blossom buds had turned tender red, as though beaten by rain.
The glaring ceiling light made Xin Hexue raise a hand to cover his eyes.
Xi Zhengqing could not tell whether he was crying.
Throughout the entire encounter, Xin Hexue had made almost no sound, apart from one or two soft moans that had escaped him when he could not hold them back.
He desperately wanted to make him cry, so even swallowing what was in his mouth did not feel humiliating.
He saw glistening moisture beneath the hand covering the young man's face.
Xi Zhengqing leaned forward excitedly.
Like a dog.
Xin Hexue lifted his eyelids wearily and gave him a cool look.
His face was covered in wet, involuntary tears.
Xi Zhengqing's pupils contracted for an instant.
To conceal it, he closed his eyes, then bent down to kiss Xin Hexue.
He'd only just □□ed me, and he wanted to kiss me before rinsing his mouth ten times?!
Xin Hexue panicked for a moment. [Big brother!]
K understood at once and knocked Xi Zhengqing unconscious with an electric shock.
In any case, Xin Hexue did not know what kind of skill K was using, but it worked very well for briefly paralyzing the target's brain.
Xin Hexue breathed a sigh of relief. [Thank you. Good thing you were here.]
K: [...You're welcome. It's my duty.]
For some reason, K felt like the useless husband in a strange film, keeping watch at the door for his wife.
Xin Hexue pushed the unconscious Xi Zhengqing off him, sending him tumbling onto the study carpet.
The Alpha was tough-skinned anyway. Falling to the floor would not hurt him.
Xin Hexue sleepily pulled his pajamas around himself. He was so tired he lacked even the strength to do up the buttons, leaving his jade-white chest half exposed to the warm air circulating in the room.
He yawned. [I'm so sleepy. Can you carry me back?]
Xin Hexue knew K could take physical form briefly, ever since he had passed out in the bathtub.
The invisible man silently scooped Xin Hexue up, one arm behind his back and the other beneath his knees.
Looking utterly weary, Xin Hexue leaned against K's shoulder and closed his eyes in peace.
The clock approached ten.
K thought he had already fallen asleep. After putting him on the bed in the bedroom, he was just about to make his form disappear when he suddenly heard Xin Hexue ask in puzzlement, "I suddenly called you big brother just now. Does that count as a safeword?"
K: "..."
During his earlier training, he should not have downloaded all that random stuff into his database at once, much less mistakenly shown it to his host.
Xi Zhengqing knew nothing of what had happened afterward the previous night. When he woke, he was still in the study, with only a blanket loosely draped over him.
His memory ended with the sight of tears on Xin Hexue's face.
Once fully awake, Xi Zhengqing could scarcely believe how he had behaved the night before.
Was the canary Pei Guangji kept an incubus?
More frightening still, Xi Zhengqing realized he was still savoring the memory. The faint resistance born of humiliation had also faded after he recalled the young man in tears.
He frowned deeply and put himself in order.
Before leaving the study, Xi Zhengqing noticed a drawer beneath the desk that was not completely closed.
He pulled it open, revealing its contents.
Xi Zhengqing raised an eyebrow in surprise.
After washing up, he found Xin Hexue on the first floor.
Xin Hexue stood up. "You're awake? Come have breakfast. I'll get you some utensils..."