51: If Something Happens, Don’t Blame Me, Mr. Sheng
“What did you just say?”
In the consultation room, Sheng Shaoyou frowned unhappily, his gaze at the doctor turning sharp.
The pheromone specialist felt a chill under his stare, but still dutifully repeated the advice:
“Your pheromone disorder has improved noticeably. Although some indicators are still below standard, it’s much better than before. Have you been intimate with your partner recently?”
Sheng Shaoyou: …
Hua Yong: “He has.”
The doctor lowered his head to check the case file, comparing it with previous data, and said:
“I recommend you continue to spend your next susceptibility phase with that Omega. If possible, maintain a certain frequency of intercourse. He seems to be highly compatible with you and can help stabilize your pheromones.”
Sheng Shaoyou: …
Hua Yong’s expression darkened slightly. He asked coldly:
“Are you teaching my Alpha to sleep with an Omega?”
Seeing the warning look Sheng Shaoyou shot over, Hua Yong choked back the “Are you courting death?” on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes were already icy and murderous.
The doctor, barely middle-aged and not ready to die early, timidly glanced at the androgynously beautiful Alpha standing behind the patient. He coughed lightly before continuing:
“Of course, if you two are a minority orientation, you could also try using a highly pheromone-compatible inflatable doll to see if your… friend’s disorder improves with pheromone comfort.”
Sheng Shaoyou: …
Hua Yong: …
Leaving the doctor’s office, Sheng Shaoyou walked straight to the inpatient ward with a complicated mood.
Hua Yong asked him: “Mr. Sheng, did you hear what the doctor said?”
“I heard. He told me to sleep with an Omega.”
“No.” Hua Yong took his hand.
His fingers were slender and soft-skinned yet bony and strong, interlacing firmly with Sheng Shaoyou’s. Warm breath brushed his ear as he softly said:
“Mr. Sheng, this whole time, apart from me, you haven’t slept with anyone else.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Hua Yong obediently followed behind him, lips pursed, until they reached Sheng Fang’s room. Then he pointed at his mouth, gesturing: “Mmm mmm mmm? (Can I speak now?)”
“No.” Sheng Shaoyou said ruthlessly.
Hua Yong fell quiet again, letting himself be led to Sheng Fang’s bedside.
Several times along the way, Sheng Shaoyou wanted to pull his hand away, but Hua Yong’s meek expression softened him. Finally at the bedside, he seriously tried to pull away—
—but the brat was hooked, fingers like they were embedded in his, refusing to let go.
Obedient as ever, Hua Yong said nothing, just gazed at him with moist eyes that somehow raised Sheng Shaoyou’s blood pressure and quickened his heartbeat.
It felt… like falling in love.
If it was Hua Yong, even an Alpha-on-Alpha didn’t feel wrong.
That day, they exchanged a sudden kiss at Sheng Fang’s bedside.
No one knew who started it, but by the time they realized, their lips were already pressed together. They panted as they hungrily exchanged warmth and saliva.
As natural dominators, neither was willing to yield, each fighting for the other’s breath. Their high compatibility tangled their pheromones into an unbreakable cocoon binding them tightly.
X Holdings’ special medicine worked well. Sheng Fang, asleep for ages, improved visibly. Though still far from fully awake, he now experienced moments of clarity—sometimes a few seconds, sometimes over ten. But the moments were short and unnoticed.
That morning, as he woke from his dark sleep, sunlight poured through the window, casting a halo over the two entwined figures at his bedside.
The piercing light made him squint. In his blurry vision, he recognized his proud eldest son, Sheng Shaoyou, kissing another young man.
Ah, to be young…
Sheng Fang’s dry lips curved into a faint smile.
At his father’s bedside, if he couldn’t help but kiss this person, he must really love him, right?
He struggled to see the Omega’s face but failed. His eyelids were heavy, and he drifted back to sleep.
Vaguely, he recalled his own first kiss with his first love.
That proud boy, just like himself—had he finally found someone to love?
That’s good…
Hua Yong was relentless, kissing Sheng Shaoyou until he was breathless. Amidst his confusion, he felt Hua Yong’s cool fingers sliding down his lower back.
This seductive little liar kissed him fiercely, robbing him of breath while caressing his sensitive waist and hips with a mix of desire and tenderness—like soothing a skittish animal.
When those fingers slipped lower, Sheng Shaoyou shuddered violently, heat coursing through his body. He “mmmmm” in protest, but Hua Yong ignored him.
Sheng Shaoyou had to shove him away with an elbow, gasping:
“Are you crazy? My dad’s right here!”
Hua Yong’s eyes shimmered, even gentler than before.
“Say something!”
“Sorry, Mr. Sheng,” he whispered in that soft tone that always melted Sheng Shaoyou. “I couldn’t hold back. My fault.”
But was it really a fault?
Youth isn’t wrong.
Desire isn’t wrong either.
That night, in suite 9901 at X Hotel—
Hua Yong, fresh from the shower, sat at the bed’s edge in a half-open grey silk robe, chest bare and glistening with water droplets. Sheng Shaoyou, trying to read a biotech journal on his tablet, found it impossible to focus.
Then Hua Yong, adding fuel to the fire, reached under the blanket to touch his leg:
“Mr. Sheng, are you busy?”
Clearly busy enough.
Sheng Shaoyou shook his leg, flinging Hua Yong’s hand away:
“Stay away from me.”
But Hua Yong climbed onto the bed, kneeling and smiling at him:
“How can I stay away?”
He slowly crawled up the bed towards him, saying in a low voice:
“I want to climb into your bed, Mr. Sheng. How could I stay far away?”
Sheng Shaoyou, flustered, used his tablet to push him back slightly:
“Did I give you permission? To crawl around like that?”
Hua Yong grinned, eyes like hooks:
“But you didn’t say I couldn’t.”
His pheromone’s orchid scent began to waft through the air.
Propping himself up, Hua Yong deliberately licked his lips and asked:
“I want to kiss you. Okay, Mr. Sheng?”
Sheng Shaoyou stared at his soft, wet tongue, speechless.
Then Hua Yong leaned in, wrapping his tongue around Sheng Shaoyou’s lips and murmuring:
“Mr. Sheng tastes sweet. Mmm—”
Rationality collapsed, desire surged, shattering his calm façade.
Sheng Shaoyou grabbed the back of Hua Yong’s head and kissed him fiercely.
The result of teasing an S-class Alpha was an intense clash of lips and teeth, heated breaths mixing with the scent of pheromones filling the room.
Sheng Shaoyou felt hot—this was unlike any susceptibility period he’d ever known. His whole body went weak, his head spun, his temperature soared, his eyes wet.
Hua Yong’s kisses became even more aggressive.
Sheng Shaoyou lay on his back, overwhelmed.
Hua Yong stroked his back like calming a small animal, his knees locking him in place.
Sheng Shaoyou gasped as his wrists were pinned above his head, eyes wide with a panicked yet dazed innocence.
The orchid scent tingled his neck, sending a strange warmth through him.
Hua Yong ravished his lips like a wolf, moving lower, his teeth grazing his jaw—painful yet electrifying.
The proud leader of the herd was now a captive lamb.
Sheng Shaoyou’s chest heaved violently.
The bow was drawn, the arrow ready.
Hua Yong opened the nightstand drawer, but only found an empty condom box. His expression darkened as he reached for the phone to call for more.
Sheng Shaoyou slapped it out of his hand.
“No need.”
“But what if—”
“What? You think you’re dirty?”
Hua Yong looked wronged:
“How could you misunderstand me like that? Other than you, I haven’t touched anyone. I’m very clean—body and soul, all for you.”
“Stop talking nonsense. Are you doing it or not? If not, get lost.”
Getting lost was impossible.
Never in this lifetime.
Hua Yong licked his lips, eyes blazing:
“You said it yourself, Mr. Sheng. If something happens, don’t blame me.”
Sheng Shaoyou nearly exploded—did this lunatic really think he was an Omega?
He kicked him:
“What nonsense are you spouting? I’m not an Omega! Hurry up, stop dawdling.”
Do it, or leave.
Leaving wasn’t an option.
The wolf king grabbed the lamb, flipping him over.
Sharp teeth pierced his skin, strong enough to make him lurch forward.
Soothing pheromones flooded from Hua Yong’s neck gland, and Sheng Shaoyou didn’t even feel much pain.
Steel walls crumbled bit by bit.
In this life, nothing is more precious than heartfelt trust and the bliss of heaven and earth.
The conspirator demanded, domineering and irresistible:
Believe me. Enjoy this. Love me. Love this fleeting joy and eternal love.
Happiness. Hunting was happiness, but being caught was bliss too.
Driven to his limit, the prey bit his lip.
Heat. Ecstasy.
Vision blurred, will dissolved, scent intoxicating.
It was a dazzling, turbulent night unlike any in Sheng Shaoyou’s life.
He was needed, desired, opened, cherished, controlled… and deeply loved.