36: Raise Your A*s, I’m Going to Use It
The banquet was divided into two halves. In the second half, the music picked up, the beat more lively, no longer so stifling it could put people to sleep.
Sheng Shaoyou found a corner with a good view and stood alone, silently watching the changes in the crowd. During the first half, there hadn’t been a single person who looked like UKW. He could only pin his hopes on the second half, hoping to finally catch sight of that elusive and grotesque figure.
Minute by minute, time passed. Sheng Shaoyou raised his wrist to check his watch, deciding he’d wait twenty more minutes, and if still nothing, he’d leave.
Hua Yong’s two-day low-grade fever gnawed at his nerves. With no phone, he couldn’t check on that little troublemaker, and his heart was in turmoil.
By 9:30, the banquet was drawing to a close. Still no sign of the grandiose master of X Holdings.
Sheng Shaoyou got up, patted himself off, and prepared to leave.
At the door he bumped into Shen Wenlang again, but this time Shen’s face was tight and faintly panicked, without the usual smirk.
Sheng Shaoyou gave him a cold glance and noticed that his Beta secretary was nowhere to be seen. Shen Wenlang was scanning the room, anxious like a piglet frantically searching for its mother’s milk, not even noticing Sheng Shaoyou walking straight toward him.
Sheng Shaoyou sneered silently. What’s he so rattled for? No secretary doesn’t mean no wet nurse. He’s a grown man and still can’t wean himself off?
But he was eager to get home to see Hua Yong, so he just ridiculed Shen Wenlang in his head, didn’t spare him another look, and strode off.
Past the banquet hall was a hundred-meter corridor leading to the ground-floor elevators, lined with temporary rooms for guests to rest.
As he checked his phone, he saw the butler had called him seven times and sent several texts. His stomach tightened. Frowning, he swiped open a message—but before he could read it, a slender pale arm shot out of a half-open door beside him, grabbed his lapel, and yanked him inside.
Caught off guard, he stumbled forward, the door slammed behind him. The room was pitch-dark, nothing visible but a piercing orchid fragrance filling his nose.
Before he could place that familiar yet unfamiliar scent, anger at being attacked surged up, and he instinctively struggled, knee snapping up toward the attacker’s gut—but then a crushing wave of power slammed down on him. His legs buckled, the raised knee trembled and collapsed like noodles.
His back slid down the door until a firm hand caught his waist.
That hand held him close, lips pressed to his neck, breath hot and ragged, the overwhelming floral scent clogging his senses, cool yet intense, suffocating. A familiar yet alien heat swept through him, sending shivers from the glands at the nape of his neck through every limb. A weak, muffled moan slipped out of him, and his groin grew damp.
Sheng Shaoyou was an Alpha. He had no idea that this wet warmth was the most unmistakable sign of an Omega’s heat.
His mind was ablaze, ears caught in someone’s mouth, being licked and sucked like a toy, the obscene wet sounds drumming against his eardrums, his heart hammering and his body trembling.
Why the fuck… can’t I move?!
Struggling to assess the situation, his trousers were peeled off, and long, jointed fingers tugged at his shirt garters with a soft snap—
click—
The metal clips fell limply, making a faintly suggestive sound.
“Did you wear these just for me?” a soft, wet tongue licked his neck, a low voice murmured, “So beautiful.”
His hand was grabbed, forced down to press against the strap circling his own thigh. Shame made the usually wild, untamable S-class Alpha dizzy.
Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t move, like some weak-hoofed animal cruelly pinned and splayed on a butcher’s block, nothing more than tender meat for the hunter’s taking.
Dense kisses rained down into the tender crease of his thigh.
In the dark, he couldn’t see the attacker’s face.
A chillingly pure voice sounded softly—
“Raise your ass.”
“What for?”
“I’m going to use it.”
The overwhelming difference in power cut through him like a blade. The Alpha’s resistance was ground down, forced to yield, his will crumbling under the brutal desire.
Even as his jaw clenched, weak cries slipped from between his teeth, broken and scattered, just like his muddled, reeling consciousness.
“It… hurts—”
Used like an Omega, the proud S-class Alpha broke into a sweat, damp hair sticking to his forehead, his awareness battered into the ruthless storm.
His eyelids felt heavy, every attempt to open them failed under the slight alcohol and the other’s punishing pheromone suppression. Instinctively, he wanted to break free, but the sharp mix of pain and pleasure stripped him of all strength and sense.
After such brutal agony, somehow, inexplicably, came a grim, bone-deep pleasure. —what a cruel joke from the gods.
His body, a muddy mess.
That thing, dormant from his pheromone disorder for so long, now stood rigid, convulsing, finally surrendering everything in the suffocating orchid scent.
Sheng Shaoyou collapsed, relying on the perpetrator’s hand gripping his waist, the solid door shaking from their movements. His back pressed helplessly to the door, unable even to lift his arms. Warm lips and tongue blocked his breath as he turned his face away, avoiding this faceless bastard.
When his lips escaped, suddenly the madman ducked down and bit the tender skin at the back of his neck. Sharp teeth scraped and ground, drawing beads of blood, licked away with a bitter-orange, woody heat on the tongue.
Pain sharpened Sheng Shaoyou’s scattered mind, a jolt running through his scalp.
“Get… get off…”
But with the predator’s patience gone, those canines sank into his gland.
“Mm—!”
A tearing agony at his nape.
The Alpha, his gland bitten, let out a raw, hoarse cry. His potent scent instantly filled the room.
What a fucking joke!
As an S-class Alpha—the pinnacle of human evolution—he’d been assaulted, his gland bitten by a stranger!
His rage surged until his ears rang, blood pounding in his head like a roaring river.
“…You’d better pray I never find out who you are…” Sheng Shaoyou growled, but his voice came out weak and raspy, almost a gasp.
“You’ll find out someday,” came the reply.
You son of a bitch!
Sheng Shaoyou opened his mouth to curse but was cut off as his lips were claimed again, desire burning everything to ash.
He bit down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mixing with saliva, yet the attack never stopped.
The next moment, utterly spent, Sheng Shaoyou lost consciousness completely.
He lost all sense of time.
He slept all the way until the next afternoon.
When he finally woke, sore all over—
“Young master’s awake!” the butler exclaimed in relief.
So noisy.
Sheng Shaoyou reached up to rub his gritty eyes but found his arm heavy as lead.
“What time is it?” his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
“It’s four in the afternoon,” the butler replied, worried. “You came back last night and slept straight through. I was about to take you to the hospital!”
The mention of last night made his half-closed eyes snap open. Humiliation and horror flooded him, making him shake all over.
“Young master, what’s wrong?”
Face red with shame, Sheng Shaoyou’s hand groped down—his underwear was neatly in place, that overused place dry and closed, no trace of the mud and wetness he remembered.
But the real ache at his nape reminded him it was all real.
He didn’t know which sick bastard he’d ended up with by mistake—someone who’d even dared to treat him as an Omega.
For any Alpha, it was a humiliation beyond measure. For the proudest S-class? Unthinkable.
His self-respect lay shattered.
He squeezed his eyes shut, cold sweat drenching him, chest clogged with something rotten and indigestible.
Trying to claw those searing memories out of his mind only hurt more.
“Last night, Secretary Chen got a call from Zheng Yushan saying you passed out drunk at Tiandi Hui. Secretary Chen went and brought you back,” the butler explained.
Seeing his master’s bad expression, the butler hesitated, then blurted: “Young master, did you see the messages I sent you last night?”
Sheng Shaoyou turned a blank, confused face to him.
The butler’s brows knitted tight. “Mr. Hua is gone. I already sent people to look but… no word yet.”
What—
Too many blows, one after another, left Sheng Shaoyou breathless.
“Gone?” he muttered. “What do you mean, gone?”
Eyes red, the butler handed him a letter. “He seems to have left on his own. This letter is addressed to you. I didn’t dare open it.”
Forcing himself upright despite the splitting ache in his hips, Sheng Shaoyou tore open the letter and scanned it. His mind went blank as if two bombs had gone off in his skull.
To my Mr. Sheng:
You can always find another person to love, but you only have one father.
You’ve always been softhearted, unable to choose, so I chose for you.
I don’t want you to regret it, don’t want you to look at me every day and be reminded of what you sacrificed for me, weighed down with guilt and regret.
A father should matter more than a sullied Omega.
You’re so smart—how could you not figure out this simple choice?
Mr. Sheng, from now on, you must be good.
Don’t be so unhappy anymore—smile, be happy.
I love you.
But I think… we won’t see each other again.
You deserve better.
I wish you happiness.
—Hua Yong
The proud young master stared at the letter, his eyes slowly reddening. He gasped like a dying animal, lowered his head, and buried his face in his hands, fleeing in pain.
He hadn’t cried since childhood.
Sheng Fang had been a stern father. As his chosen heir, Sheng Shaoyou had never had a moment of his own before adulthood.
He was to be strong, decisive, invincible.
Tears were weakness.
But today, waking to find he’d lost Hua Yong again, he was overwhelmed by despair.
The young master lowered his head, covered his face, and sobbed hoarsely—
Like a child who’d lost his whole world.
Happiness? Impossible. Without Hua Yong, Sheng Shaoyou would never be happy again.