Too Obedient Was No Fun

The hotel suite door opened.

Several Alphas worked together to carry the specially made cage into the room.

The auctioneer followed close behind.

He handed the iron cage key to the buyer. "Sir, this is the key. Do not open it before it has been tamed. Be sure to watch your safety."

It was a humanitarian reminder.

Once the handover was complete, anything that happened afterward had nothing to do with them. They would bear no responsibility.

Wan Ying sat in a chair with his back to them. "Got it."

The group left.

The door closed.

He glanced at the key placed on the table.

That was the thing controlling the Omega.

The room was deathly quiet, with only faint breathing audible.

No matter how strong an Omega was, they could not withstand prolonged pheromone suppression.

Wan Ying turned his chair to face the person in the cage.

There were more injuries on him than there had been at the auction. It seemed bringing the Omega here had taken quite some effort as well.

The little thing's gaze was far too fierce, as if he wanted to skin Wan Ying alive, grind his bones to dust, and scatter the ashes.

His temper was even worse than Wan Ying's.

That sounded more entertaining.

"You're looking at me with such vicious eyes. Don't forget that I bought you. Starting today, I'm your superior."

Wan Ying rose and walked over to the iron cage.

He pressed a button, and the protective glass cover vanished.

He reached in and pinched the Omega's chin. "This is the first time, and the last. If you dare look at me like that again, I'll dig your eyes out."

The vicious warning fell.

His grip tightened.

As expected of an S-class Omega, even his skin was exceptionally delicate. Wan Ying had only pinched him lightly, so why had it turned red already?

Wan Ying rubbed his fingertips, indulging in the sensation for a moment.

The warning worked. At least he was no longer staring at him with hatred in his eyes.

Wan Ying reached into the cage again and ruffled that soft, neat hair.

He coaxed softly, "Good boy. Do you want to come out?"

Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought the atmosphere between them was extremely intimate.

Inside the cage.

The Omega who had injured several Alphas lowered his head and stayed still obediently.

What kind of name was that?

Bian He felt the touch atop his head, and the pain in his body seemed to ease along with it.

This strange man before him did not seem afraid that he might suddenly attack.

Overwhelming strength gave him the right to be so confident.

The pressure of his pheromones was even stronger than that of an S-rank Alpha.

Could he be an extremely rare gender? An Enigma?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the cage chains fell to the floor.

The iron cage door opened.

The man bent down and extended a hand. "Good boy, come out."

A trace of malice lingered beneath his cold voice.

Bian He shook his head, and the suppression collar around his neck rattled.

This damned thing was draining his pheromones.

The moment his hands touched the floor outside, his strength was nearly exhausted. He could not stand or walk.

His hands were covered in wounds, and the injuries on his knees were bleeding.

He looked up timidly.

Wan Ying stepped back several paces, testing his obedience.

He put some distance between them.

Then he sat in the chair and watched the Omega with his own eyes.

A trail of blood marked every place he passed.

For a frail Omega to have been beaten into such a state was truly pitiful.

One needed more patience when facing beautiful things.

He waited for nearly two minutes.

Wan Ying lifted the Omega's chin again and admired that beauty from up close.

"Be obedient."

His own temper was poor enough. Raising an Omega full of wildness and violence suited him better.

Bian He was forced to look up at the man and parted his lips.

Perhaps the pain had become too much.

Tears welled in his eyes, staining the corners red.

Wan Ying stroked the corner of his mouth, his gaze turning fierce. "You learned to behave so easily? That's a little boring."

The moment his words fell.

A rich scent of poppies spilled from the Omega's body.

The floral fragrance had thorns that could cut through skin.

A flicker of surprise crossed Wan Ying's eyes. He calmly wiped the blood from his face.

Then he pressed the blood against the Omega's lips. "You did this. Clean it up."

As soon as he spoke.

The blood was gone.

The wound on his face was still bleeding.

Bian He licked his lips, staring intently at the delicious blood mixed with the scent of mint pheromones.

Blood ran down Wan Ying's face.

With a clatter, the chains slammed to the floor.

He suddenly rose, grabbed the man's clothes, and pulled himself closer.

With a sweep of his tongue, he gathered every drop of blood into his mouth.

He lunged too hard, and his whole body pressed Wan Ying against the cabinet.

It did not hurt. The damp sensation on his face was even more fatal.

Wan Ying's gaze paused slightly. He withdrew his pheromones and gripped the Omega's waist. "Without my order, who told you to move?"

"As punishment, sleep in there for one night. Get back inside obediently."

He released him and gave him a light push with his fingertips.

The Omega fell to the floor, his face deathly pale. Fear hid in his startled eyes, and a trace of Wan Ying's blood still lingered at the corner of his lips.

The iron chains struck the floor, making a pleasant sound with every step he crawled.

Wan Ying stared at that thin, frail body, a hint of desire flashing through his amber eyes.

The Omega had actually exposed his most vulnerable neck and his back to an Alpha. Was he not afraid of being devoured until not even scraps remained?

The sensation of being licked still lingered faintly.

His tongue was so soft. How could Wan Ying bear to pull it out?

Creak...

The Omega was very obedient. He even knew to close the cage himself.

Wan Ying curled his lips into a smile, picked up his bathrobe, and headed for the bathroom.

The sound of running water began.

Bian He curled up in the cramped cage, buried his face in his clothes, and pursed his lips as he savored the taste.

The blood was sweet.

Delicious.

The water in the bathroom stopped.

Wrapped in a towel, Wan Ying sat on the edge of the bed.

He lowered his eyes for a glance. The Omega in the cage was curled up with his knees hugged to his chest, eyes tightly shut and breathing evenly.

Heh.

He slept quite soundly. Instead of waiting for his master, he had gone to sleep first.

Wan Ying rubbed the space between his brows, intending to wake him.

Never mind.

An injured Omega needed a good night's sleep.

He would read for a while.

But the faint floral scent in the air made it impossible to concentrate.

Wan Ying closed the book, lifted the covers, and prepared to sleep.

The phone tossed beside his pillow lit up with a message.

[Bro, did you mark him? How was it? Was it...]

Wan Ying glanced at the text and blocked the sender immediately.

Not sleeping in the middle of the night, making such a racket.

Did he have a death wish?

His pleasant mood was ruined by a single message.

Mark him? Did they take him for a stud? Was he supposed to mark every Omega he caught?

Wan Ying's face darkened as he touched his neck.

Damn it.

His heat had come early.

He threw back the covers, got up, and took out a set of clothes from the cabinet to change into.

He opened the door and left, heading straight for the rooftop.

The inexplicable irritation rising within him was difficult to control.

The isolation lounge.

Bang, bang, bang...

Wan Ying drove his fists hard into the punching bag.

Only by exhausting his strength could he find relief.

The room was filled with a rich mint fragrance, so thick and pungent that it was hard to breathe.

Sweat ran from the ends of his brows down his face and seeped into his wounds.

His strength was nearly spent.

He took off his gloves, washed his hands clean, and retrieved an inhibitor from the refrigerated cabinet.

He aimed at his arm and drove the needle in.

The medicine took effect.

The discomfort in his body gradually faded.

Wan Ying cleaned up the trash on the floor and left the isolation room.

He did not return to his room.

A few minutes later, a silver sports car sped past beneath the hotel.

At the same time.

Before a window upstairs.

A figure stood behind the curtains, their face obscured.

A pleased, frivolous laugh drifted out. "Enigma, found you."