Part 2
“Are the guys at the door all your boyfriends?”
The doctor’s words exploded in Tang Xingye’s ear like a clap of thunder.
Tang Xingye turned his head and saw Pei Lian and Lu Zhi. They were squeezed against the observation window like two door gods, their faces practically pressed to the glass, looking exactly like large dogs at a pet store eagerly waiting for their owner.
Tang Xingye’s temple throbbed. “Friends.”
The doctor pushed up his glasses, half-teasing, “Looking at how nervous they are, one might think they were fathers waiting outside the delivery room for their child.”
“……” They’re just sick in the head.
“What are you doing?” Tang Xingye opened the clinic door speechlessly.
Pei Lian immediately leaned in, nose twitching slightly. “Xingye, where are you hurt?”
Lu Zhi yanked Pei Lian away. “Stay back, reel in your pheromones.” Yet as he said it, he leaned close to Tang Xingye himself. “Why didn’t you say sooner that you weren’t feeling well?”
Pei Lian gritted his teeth, his pheromones refusing to show weakness as they pressed against Lu Zhi’s, trying to drive him away.
The doctor knocked on the desk, the sound like a judge’s gavel. “Can you two step outside? Your pheromones are interfering with the tests.”
Lu Zhi and Pei Lian instantly went silent. They despised each other, but they knew the severity of the situation and went outside to wait.
Tang Xingye unconsciously rubbed the skin on the back of his neck, where the satisfaction of being wrapped in Alpha pheromones still lingered.
“What have you been through recently?” The doctor flipped through the test report, his frown deepening. “Hormone levels are fluctuating abnormally, and pheromone sensitivity has risen by 300%. Have you been in frequent contact with high concentrations of Alpha pheromones lately?”
Tang Xingye touched his neck. “Is it serious?”
He had been in contact with a lot of Alpha pheromones lately.
“Low-level pheromone soothing won’t work anymore.” The doctor tapped the report solemnly. “What you need now is S-class Alpha pheromones for deep regulation.”
Tang Xingye: O.O
Wait, Doctor, what are you saying?!
“Medical advice.”
The doctor slid a diagram over, his expression unchanging. “One Alpha is definitely not enough. I suggest you find multiple stable sources. If necessary, you can engage in deep pheromone exchange through sexual relations.”
Outside the clinic, two Alphas suddenly sneezed at the same time.
Tang Xingye felt his brain buzz. One isn’t enough? I need multiple?!
Doesn’t that mean…
Tang Xingye kept a straight face, but his expression already revealed a faint desire for death.
He didn’t want to be a promiscuous bottom.
And certainly not with multiple partners.
“I suggest you decide quickly,” the doctor said, glancing at the two nervous Alphas outside. “Judging by their pheromone concentration, they should both be S-class.”
“You misunderstand. They really are just friends,” Tang Xingye repeated.
“If you really can’t find anyone, take a step back and buy pheromone fluid from the market.” The doctor gave an “I understand” look and scribbled a prescription. “It’s just that the price is a bit expensive.”
Tang Xingye glanced at the price and sucked in a breath of cold air.
Buying pheromone fluid was impossible. Impossible in this lifetime. Even if his glands withered and he died, he would never spend money on this rip-off!
Tang Xingye walked out of the consulting room, and the two Alphas surrounded him, asking concerned questions about his condition.
The treatment plan was too embarrassing to mention, so Tang Xingye didn’t want to say it directly. He mumbled vaguely, “The doctor said to buy more pheromone fluid.”
“Why buy that stuff?” Lu Zhi frowned. “Isn’t there a ready-made source right here? Draw as much as you want.”
Pei Lian scoffed. “You have the nerve to offer your pheromones?” He pulled an exquisite glass bottle from his pocket. “This is mine. Purified in the lab, ten times the natural concentration.”
Tang Xingye gave them a subtle look.
Use… but not the kind of use they’re thinking of.
The treatment method was a bit shocking. Rationally, Tang Xingye knew it was the best solution, but mentally, he wasn’t prepared.
Tang Xingye took a deep breath and left the two Alphas behind. He needed quiet. He needed to think, not be sandwiched between two opposing pheromones that made his gland burn.
“Don’t follow me.” He warned without looking back, his voice cold as ice.
Lu Zhi’s steps paused, but his pheromones unwillingly wrapped around Tang Xingye, trying to win him back. They swirled around the back of his neck like a stubborn large dog—wanting to be obedient, yet reluctant to leave.
Pei Lian smiled and took two steps back, but a refreshing lemon scent looped around to the front, deliberately brushing past Tang Xingye’s nose.
Tang Xingye glared at them warningly. “If you don’t listen, don’t appear in front of me ever again.”
This sentence was more effective than any threat. The pheromones were completely retracted, and finally, there was peace.
On the way, Tang Xingye kept thinking about the doctor’s words. Pheromone exchange within a sexual relationship was supposed to be a wonderful process, one he didn’t need to resist too much.
“You can experience the pleasure of Omega and Alpha blending together like water and milk.”
But I’m a Beta. I don’t even have pheromones.
His memory uncontrollably flashed back to the scene at the gala, tasting Lin Mo and Ji Chen’s pheromones.
Completely different Alpha pheromones invading his senses simultaneously, the pleasure flowing through his blood, that feeling of being filled and satiated made every cell tremble.
Whether they enjoyed it, he didn’t know.
At least, he felt pretty good.
When Tang Xingye returned to the dorm, a Beta walked toward him, eyes darting around, cautiously observing the surroundings, and accidentally bumped into him.
The person hurriedly picked up the dropped book, handed it to him, and apologized. Tang Xingye waved his hand to indicate it was fine.
Back in the dorm, Tang Xingye washed up and lay on his bed to read. After flipping a few pages, he realized something was wrong. He had taken the wrong book from that person.
It was a manga. Since he had nothing else to do, Tang Xingye decided to kill time with it.
At first, it was about a hot-blooded protagonist adventuring with his partners. The plot was smooth, but the dialogue became increasingly odd. The protagonist’s partners would occasionally blurt out things like “If we die, we die together” or “You are my only one.”
Later on, the second male lead was bewildered and controlled by the villain, hurting the protagonist’s group without recognizing his family. The protagonist’s solution was to kiss his good brother. Tang Xingye’s pupils quaked. Is this right????
The second male lead looked self-reproachful: “Why did you do that?”
The protagonist looked up, staring earnestly at the second male lead, and said firmly: “Because we are friends.”
Huh?
Tang Xingye: ???
Tang Xingye looked blank and confused. Is kissing allowed between friends?
The book confused Tang Xingye more and more. When he flipped further back, the protagonist was sandwiched by his good friends. Tang Xingye was so scared he lost his grip.
Thud. The book fell to the floor.
“What are you reading?”
Tang Xingye was lying on the single bed in the dorm, stretching out his hand, trying to reach the book on the floor.
Due to his posture, the corner of his cotton T-shirt lifted, revealing a stretch of taut, fair waistline.
When Ji Chen pushed the door open, this was the scene he saw.
The sudden voice made Tang Xingye stiffen all over. Seeing Ji Chen bend down to pick up the book, Tang Xingye hurriedly tried to stop him. “Don’t pick it up! I’ll do it myself!”
Ji Chen paused in his action, but he still saw the image on the page at a glance.
The fair-skinned, slender protagonist was sitting on a young man, eyes blindfolded, bound with red rope.
He was surrounded by his partners. The protagonist was completely encircled.
The chapter title was very aptly written: A Party of Seven.
The overly impactful image caused Ji Chen to let out a rare “Eh?” He looked at Tang Xingye, then back at the page.
Tang Xingye was overcome with intense shame. Was there anything more awkward than being caught by a roommate reading smut?
It wasn’t like he wanted to read it on purpose. Tang Xingye had already started cursing the unknown passerby who swapped books with him in his heart.
He explained without changing his expression, “Don’t misunderstand. This is a hot-blooded Shonen manga.”
Ji Chen was silent for a moment. Hot-blooded?
Well, it certainly is hot. As for where the blood is rushing, that’s hard to say.
“…Mn,” he placed the book back into Tang Xingye’s hand. “Do you want lights out?”
Tang Xingye casually flipped a page and pointed it out to Ji Chen. “Look, the protagonist is a good person with great love in his heart. Look at the sacrifice he makes to save a passerby.”
Ji Chen’s gaze fell on the page Tang Xingye was pointing at. In the image, the protagonist was pressing a young man beneath him in an extremely ambiguous posture, clothes half-removed, dripping with sweat.
He was silent for two seconds before slowly looking up. “…Saving someone?”
Tang Xingye kept a straight face. “CPR.”
Ji Chen: “……”
The air solidified for a few seconds.
Tang Xingye calmly flipped another page, pointing to another panel. “Look, here he is giving artificial respiration to the wounded.”
Ji Chen looked at the close-up of the two people, lips and teeth intertwined, inseparable, and slowly said, “…Quite professional.”
Tang Xingye nodded. “A doctor’s benevolent heart.”
Ji Chen finally couldn’t hold back. He reached out and held down Tang Xingye’s wrist as he tried to flip the page again. Glancing at the tips of Tang Xingye’s red ears, he said understandingly, “Mn, I understand.”
“As long as you understand. Anyway, this is art appreciation.” Tang Xingye emphasized, biting the bullet, and closed the book.
Then he heard Ji Chen continue, “Betas have physiological needs too. Reading some books to add excitement is normal.”
“……”
Ji Chen drew the curtains and turned to look at him. “Do you need me to leave the room?”
Ha?
Tang Xingye heard himself let out an annoyed sigh, like a soda losing its fizz.
Seeing this other side of Tang Xingye, Ji Chen felt it was novel. He smiled slightly. “Or is it that you don’t know how? Do you need someone to teach you?”
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