Curse Technique

Weisheng Tou had used almost every ounce of his strength to rein in his desire.

He had longed for this man for so long. He could not let everything fall apart here.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his voice hoarse. "So it's Young Master Mo. I overstepped."

Mo Lu watched the Alpha bring himself under control and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though his expression remained indifferent.

"The Weisheng Family gave you to me. Do you know that?"

"I do."

Weisheng Tou clenched his large hands beneath the hot water, veins bulging on their backs, yet his face betrayed nothing.

Ha.

Mo Lu let out a derisive laugh.

He had seen through the Alpha's resentment at a glance.

But what could that change?

"Do you know what being given to me means?" Mo Lu asked coldly. Though he stood half a head shorter than Weisheng Tou, his presence was no less imposing.

"I do." Weisheng Tou spread his arms indifferently and half closed his dark, fathomless eyes, presenting himself as a lamb to the slaughter. "Young Master... Mo, go ahead."

Go ahead and poison me.

Go ahead and control me.

After all... I'm willing to let you control me.

It was just that he had never wanted to meet him on such unequal terms.

But to enter the Empire's Millennial Ancient Mo Family, exploiting his madness was the best way.

Mo Lu looked the completely naked Alpha up and down, struggling to suppress his body's strange reaction. He drew a deep breath and said coldly:

"You certainly know the Mo Family Rules well."

"How could I not know... the Mo Family?"

No emotion could be discerned in Weisheng Tou's voice. The usual sharpness of his features had softened, making him look almost obedient.

Mo Lu's brows drew together. Reason told him that Weisheng Tou should not submit so quickly.

It was at odds with a top-tier Alpha's pride.

He pressed the fingertips of one hand against Weisheng Tou's chest, his voice bone-chilling.

"I don't care what you're scheming. Put away that Alpha arrogance, Weisheng Tou.

"Even if you're a top-tier Alpha, you're still nothing before me. I have no need for a disobedient dog."

Weisheng Tou gazed at the exquisitely handsome Mo Lu before him, his thin lips pressed together.

The corners of his mouth shifted slightly. After a pause, he slowly spoke. "...Yes, young master."

Mo Lu said nothing more.

Applying slight pressure with his fingertips, he slowly slid them down the firm muscles on the left side of Weisheng Tou's chest.

As Mo Lu's fingers moved, intricate, archaic symbols appeared across Weisheng Tou's bare chest, glowing faintly black against his pale skin.

Feeling Mo Lu's touch, Weisheng Tou's breathing quickened slightly.

"...What is this?" he asked.

He only knew that the Mo Family's servants were controlled with drugs. He had not known it would involve symbols like these.

"A mark belonging to me, Mo Lu, alone."

Mo Lu looked up at him, his cool fingertips still resting on the final stroke of the symbols.

"Weisheng Tou, from now on, you are my second subordinate, after Ye Liang. If you ever harbor thoughts of betraying me, this Curse Technique will kill you outright."

"...Yes."

Weisheng Tou slowly lowered his head, but the eyes hidden beneath his tousled hair brimmed with a twisted satisfaction.

Mo Lu pressed his thin lips together. His fingertips slid slowly downward, passing over firm abdominal muscles before finally coming to rest on Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen.

"...Young master?"

The young Alpha's voice had grown noticeably husky. His Adam's apple bobbed, and all the blood in his body seemed to surge downward after Mo Lu's fingertips.

He was an Alpha, after all. How could he endure being touched like this by an Omega?

The scent of rose wine in the bathroom grew richer.

Under the influence of the pheromones, Mo Lu's face flushed an ever deeper red.

He took a deep breath, raised his left hand to touch the space between his brows, and silently recited a couple of phrases.

The flush slowly faded from his face.

Mo Lu had no attention to spare for the thick scent of pheromones and completely ignored the Alpha before him ().

Once he had steadied himself, his right hand, resting on Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen, immediately pushed aside (). He closed his eyes and carefully sensed what lay beneath.

Weisheng Tou had no idea what Mo Lu was doing and could only stand rigidly in place.

His face was flushed. He clenched his large hands awkwardly, trying to steady his breathing.

No one had ever touched his body like this.

The fingers resting on his lower abdomen burned so hot that they seemed capable of piercing his skin.

Weisheng Tou struggled to endure it, but when Mo Lu remained still for a long time, he finally drew back a little.

"Don't move."

Mo Lu's voice was cold. His hand pressed harder against Weisheng Tou's abdomen, his neatly trimmed nails almost digging into the flesh.

"Young master, are you sure you want to do this to an Alpha who could go mad at any moment?"

Weisheng Tou could endure it no longer. His large hand closed around Mo Lu's wrist.

Mo Lu had a way to calm himself down, but he did not!

Had his self-control not far surpassed that of ordinary people, he would have pounced already.

"Weisheng Tou." Mo Lu raised his head slightly to look at the Alpha before him. "Has anyone ever placed a curse on you?"

Weisheng Tou froze, then replied, "No."

Mo Lu's brows knitted tightly.

He could distinctly sense some sort of Curse Technique in Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen, but it was so peculiar that even he could not make sense of it.

"Forget it." Mo Lu withdrew his hand, turned, and left the bath. "Wash yourself and get dressed, then come to my room immediately."

Weisheng Tou watched Mo Lu's dripping figure retreat. His long robe clung to his slender body, outlining breathtaking curves.

Weisheng Tou let out a long breath. Looking down at the five distinct finger marks on his lower abdomen, his eyes darkened, and he murmured:

"Yes."

After returning to his room, Mo Lu immediately changed out of his wet clothes.

"Young master, are you all right?" Ye Liang stood outside the door, worried.

"I'm fine. When Weisheng Tou arrives, let him come straight in."

"Yes." At Mo Lu's words, Ye Liang lowered his head and clenched his fists.

I was supposed to be the only one by the young master's side. Why had this Weisheng Tou suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

Weisheng, Weisheng-just some insignificant little family, not even equal to my Ye Family. How did they produce a Super S-Rank Alpha? And how did he get to stay by the young master's side?

How many people wanted to learn at the young master's side? What an immense honor it was!

I had undergone round after round of selection within my family since childhood before being fortunate enough to enter the Mo Family as Young Master Mo Lu's subordinate. What right did Weisheng Tou have?

Inside the room, Mo Lu finished changing and immediately walked over to the bookshelf. He pulled out an ancient text, opened it, and began reading carefully.

He had distinctly sensed some sort of Curse Technique inside Weisheng Tou's body, yet it was a curse he had never seen before.

It did not look like a traditional curse seal. No matter how he examined the strokes, they conveyed a strange sense of discord.

Weisheng Tou's madness was probably caused by this curse as well.

With his brows slightly furrowed, Mo Lu turned through the ancient text page by page.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

How could that be?

The Mo Family's legacy stretched back over a thousand years. In this age of rapid technological advancement, it was the only family in the Empire that still retained the nature communication ability. No one outside the Mo Family should have been capable of casting this curse.

"Young master, Weisheng Tou is here," Ye Liang said respectfully from outside.

"Come in." Mo Lu set down the ancient text.

Weisheng Tou entered, wearing an ill-fitting long robe.

He stood a little over six feet three inches tall. In the robe the servants had hastily found for him, half his trouser-covered calves were exposed, making him look oddly comical.

Yet clothed, Weisheng Tou looked less muscular than he had naked. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he was tall and well-proportioned rather than excessively bulky.

Mo Lu did not look at him. He rummaged through a nearby cabinet on his own, his voice indifferent. "Take off your clothes."

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