Extra: The Liar 14 (Wolf–Rabbit 2nd couple): From god to whore — the ecstatic plunge
Fresh out of the hellish ordeal of his sensitivity episode, Shen Wenlang’s head was foggy, and he couldn’t make out what Hua Yong was saying on the phone at all.
He only remembered falling asleep on his couch at home, and then, as if sleepwalking, finding Gao Qing and “reasonably” asking about Gao Tu’s whereabouts.
When he finally came to his senses again, he found himself locked in the Shen family’s isolation room in P-country.
This place was all too familiar to him.
It was the place where his Omega father used to be shut away when he was still alive.
As a child, once while playing hide-and-seek, he had crawled through the ventilation ducts and accidentally stumbled into this room — and had witnessed his Omega father during a heat, clinging pitifully to his Alpha father, sobbing and begging him for sex.
His Alpha father sat upright on the bed, fully dressed and dignified, like a god presiding over all.
Through the tiny hole of the exhaust fan, Shen Wenlang couldn’t see his father’s face, nor the full scene inside. All he could hear was his Alpha father’s cold voice, mocking the Omega who had given birth to him:
“If you want it so badly, then take the initiative.”
“Ying Yi, come on, beg me. If you perform well enough, maybe — just maybe — I’ll consider whether to touch you.”
…
This scene appeared often in Shen Wenlang’s nightmares.
His Omega father’s whimpering sobs fell on his heart like acid rain — faint yet piercing, seeping through the fan’s vent, burning through even the hardest stone, leaving behind pain that rotted him from the inside out.
That man… that man who had once been revered like a god by the entire P-country —
How could he crawl so willingly under that Alpha’s feet, begging for a joyless, loveless fuck, stripped of all dignity?
Even though the truth was as rotten as a spoiled peach, outwardly no one dared gossip about the relationship between Shen Wenlang’s fathers.
All the world knew was that Shen Wenlang’s “mother” was born in Jianghu, came to P-country as a teenager, married Shen Yu — who by then had amassed a fortune — and gave birth to Shen Wenlang.
Shen Wenlang never knew how his parents had met, nor how they came together.
All he knew was that, as long as he could remember, there were always a few days each month when his Omega father would suddenly disappear.
And that the Omega father, whom people called cold and formidable, would become a mindless, lust-driven creature when in heat.
Locked by his Alpha in that room made of special materials, reduced to nothing but a tool for venting.
From god to whore — the ecstatic plunge.
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In terms of family background, Shen Wenlang was no less privileged than Hua Yong.
His Alpha father, Shen Yu, had once been the largest arms dealer in the Eastern Hemisphere.
Seventeen years ago, his Omega father, Ying Yi, after naturalizing as a P-country citizen, had gone as the youngest general in history to negotiate in Y-country, and successfully quelled a border conflict that could have erupted into a hot war.
It was rumored that fifteen years ago, Ying Yi had been considered for a Nobel Peace Prize nomination, but declined.
Both Shen and Ying were titans. By rights, their union should have made headlines.
But Shen Yu was ruthless and loathed gossip. Once, he had both hands of a media owner chopped off just for printing a photo of him and Ying Yi kissing.
After that, no media outlet ever dared speak about them again.
Even within the family, it was the same.
Even Shen Wenlang didn’t know what exactly lay between them.
All he could do was piece together a story from fragments he’d glimpsed over the years.
Childhood memories are inevitably imperfect, but over time he formed a rough narrative:
He believed he was the result of his Omega father scheming against his Alpha father.
He was convinced there was no love between his parents — only some utilitarian bond.
As a child, he had overheard them talking once:
His Alpha father seemed very concerned about their “compatibility.”
From the words he heard, Shen Wenlang gathered that Ying Yi and Shen Yu’s compatibility was quite low — and that this deeply frustrated Shen Yu.
No Alpha wanted an ill-matched Omega as a mate — it was unsatisfying.
Coupled with a shocking news story at the time — about a powerful Alpha who forcibly altered an Omega’s genes and injected him with extracted Alpha pheromones to forcibly raise their compatibility —
Shen Wenlang immediately formed his own theory.
That Ying Yi, in order to secure his place at Shen Yu’s side, might have done something similar.
—
Now, sitting in the same isolation room where he’d once spied through the vent, Shen Wenlang was overcome by memories — and a fresh wave of pain.
He remembered how, when he was a teenager, his usually taciturn Omega father had formally asked his Alpha father to separate.
By then, Shen Wenlang was too big to fit in the ducts, so he’d planted a listening device in the ceiling.
But the mic was far from the bed, and even with the sound amplified, all he heard were blurry gasps, moans, sobs.
“Shen Yu, this is meaningless. Let’s stop.”
“What would make it meaningful? You tell me, Ying Yi! I’ve done everything you wanted!”
It was the first time Shen Wenlang had heard his Alpha father sound so cold, so alive.
Ying Yi quickly replied:
“Shen Yu, I really don’t want to continue. Stop, we—”
His words were cut off by a wet sound, like kissing — though Shen Wenlang doubted Shen Yu would kiss him.
Silence for a moment, then Ying Yi spoke again, voice hoarse with despair and struggle:
“Shen Yu, don’t do this.”
The Alpha’s movements grew rougher, ripping apart that fragile calm, replacing it with cries and moans of anguish.
The Alpha fell silent again, then suddenly said:
“You made me do this.”
Through the unstable static, his voice came distant yet chilling, as if mad.
At that moment, Shen Wenlang thought his Alpha father’s cruelty was almost sadistic — as though he was torturing his Omega with desire.
“Ying Yi,” he growled, “unless you die, you’ll never leave me.”
—
Not long after, the Omega who — in Shen Wenlang’s eyes — had stooped to anything to conceive an Alpha’s child, shot another Omega in the head.
That Omega had been the beloved daughter of a powerful official in P-country, draped in Shen Yu’s arms at the time, playfully begging for jewels.
Ying Yi, a soldier, didn’t even bother finding a secluded spot — he shot her dead in the street.
Brain and blood splattered all over Shen Yu.
Afterward, it was Shen Yu himself who delivered him to prison.
Three days later, Ying Yi mysteriously disappeared from prison, leaving only a pool of blood.
The next day, the man who had once shaken the nation, retired from the military for family, only to be jailed by his own Alpha — was declared dead.
And the world never heard from him again.
—
Sitting on that nightmare-bed now, Shen Wenlang closed his eyes, thoughts in chaos.
During his own mating syndrome, he’d smashed everything he could, though at least — unlike Hua Yong — he hadn’t started hurting himself yet.
But that wasn’t far off…
Remembering Hua Yong’s advice, that night he began banging his head against the wall on camera.
He was a lot like Shen Yu — once he decided something, even to himself, he was ruthless.
When his head was bloody and broken, the locked door finally opened.
A tall Alpha stood silhouetted in the light, wearing his customary black trench coat, leaning on a glossy black cane — which hid a sharp blade.
“Had enough?”
His voice was just as Shen Wenlang remembered — but colder, more worn.
“Old man, let me out,” Shen Wenlang snarled, face bloody as he glared up.
He looked very much like Shen Yu: handsome, arrogant.
Shen Yu’s face stayed stone-cold. Looking at his wayward son, his knuckles tightened on the cane.
“This is P-country. This is the Shen family. You think you can just do whatever you want here?”
“I’m crazy? You think I’m crazier than you?” Shen Wenlang laughed darkly. “What, you’re addicted to this room? Locking my dad up wasn’t enough — now you want to lock me up too?”
Warm, sticky blood dripped down his face. He felt no pain — just a tight, numb heart.
“Let me out. You have no right to keep me here!”
“It’s my right to discipline you.”
“Discipline?” Shen Wenlang’s eyes flared. “You have no right! Locking me here — what kind of skill is that? Why don’t you send me to prison too? You’re good at that, aren’t you! Since you killed my dad, why not kill me too? You never wanted me anyway!”
It was no surprise when Shen Yu struck him.
But Shen Wenlang didn’t expect that even at thirty, he’d still get beaten by his father.
The old man, still strong as ever, his face carved like a tombstone, hadn’t lost an ounce of his skill.
Kicked hard in the chest, Shen Wenlang’s dazed head went blank for a second.
Then he sprang up and threw a punch at Shen Yu’s expressionless face.
But an amateur facing a professional stood no chance.
Shen Wenlang was beaten badly by his Alpha father, whose fists were harder than iron.
Damn it — both of them were S-class Alphas, why did he get bullied?
Oh right — because the old man was a special ops veteran who had killed for years on desert battlefields.
Raised in comfort, only ever training at the gym, Shen Wenlang lay on the ground, grinding his teeth in fury.
Shen Yu didn’t hold back. His second kick broke four of Shen Wenlang’s ribs and shattered his shin.
Well then. No need to worry about mating syndrome anymore.
Even if Shen Wenlang still wanted to find Gao Tu — he could no longer move.