Chapter 39: A Butt Injection is Absolutely No Problem!
Liang Bo had previously claimed he wasn’t tired, but after sitting on the large sofa at Uncle Guo’s house and eating two slices of melon, he hadn’t been quiet for more than a few minutes before he unwittingly drifted off to sleep.
It was past five in the evening when a voice message from Guo Duoyu on Feixin finally jolted him awake.
Seeing him open his eyes and paw at his phone, Uncle Guo bent down and whispered, “Shou Jiaxun hasn’t woken up either. I think you two should just keep sleeping. When you’ve slept enough, I’ll cook noodles for you, or we can order takeout.”
“Ah… okay.” Liang Bo felt quite embarrassed, but he truly didn’t want to move.
After enduring a flight of over ten hours, even if he and Shou Jiaxun were Ultraman, Envoys of Light, their lights would be blinking for a recharge by now.
However, Little Student Liang hesitated for two minutes before struggling to sit up. “Uncle, I think you really should have a proper talk with your son. The right to know and the right to choose come as a set. Since you’re giving him autonomy, you can’t just give half.
Moreover, regarding the matter of his Alpha biological father, you didn’t even deliberately hide it from me, so why can’t you speak directly to the person involved?”
Uncle Guo sat down beside him, lowering his voice to discuss: “You’re right. Shou Jiaxun ran back specifically to talk to me about this, actually.
I had a child out of wedlock back then. The other party had no feelings for me; I was purely naive and got tricked into pregnancy… So I’ve always felt particularly ashamed, like it was a stain on my life that couldn’t be washed away.
Because I didn’t want to pass this sense of shame on to Guo Duoyu, I’d rather tell him that his Alpha father cheated and had him with me.
At least in that moment he appeared, both he and I were cherished.”
Liang Bo lowered his head, moved to tears. Uncle Guo’s topic was a bit beyond his syllabus.
He wasn’t an Omega, hadn’t loved someone deeply, hadn’t given birth, and certainly hadn’t raised a child through bitter hardships.
So he couldn’t step into Uncle Guo’s state of mind; he could only observe from the sidelines.
Uncle Guo patted his shoulder, likely realizing he was making things heavy for the kid, and looked a bit apologetic. “It’s alright, don’t take it to heart. I was just rambling.
You rest a bit more. I’ll go make things clear to Guo Duoyu… He’s my own flesh and blood; there’s nothing we can’t talk about openly.”
Liang Bo nodded and stood up with him. “Okay… but if it’s just me and Little President Shou alone in the house, isn’t that a bit inappropriate? Maybe I should go home.”
Uncle Guo chuckled in embarrassment. “You really are shy. Can you handle it when the two of you go on business trips alone?”
But naturally, he had no intention of stopping the young man from “clocking out.” “Where is your home? I’ll give you a lift.”
Liang Bo walked out the door with Guoran, waving his hand with a honest, simple smile to decline. “No need, it’s super close. There’s traffic outside right now; I’ll just stroll back in a few steps.”
Uncle Guo looked quite surprised. “That close?!”
“Yeah!” Liang Bo nodded as a matter of course. “I went to No. 4 High School, remember?”
Uncle Guo slapped his forehead. “Oh, right, right, forgot about that.”
He and Shou Jiaxun had made their fortune opening the shop on the pedestrian street and had never left this prime location since.
Liang Bo had gone to school nearby since childhood, so naturally, he wouldn’t live too far away.
The two took the elevator downstairs. Uncle Guo remembered something else and patted Liang Bo’s arm. “Since it’s so close, there’s no rush. I’m going to the convenience store to buy an inhibitor. Delay you for two minutes—can you bring it up to Shou Jiaxun before you go?”
The convenience store was right in the commercial space at the bottom of their building. Assistant Liang nodded with a beaming smile. “Of course.”
In less than two minutes, Uncle Guo came out of the convenience store, handing the Omega heat inhibitor and the house door code to Assistant Liang, then transferred to the downward elevator to get his car from the garage.
Liang Bo retraced his steps to deliver the emergency medicine to Shou Jiaxun.
Logically, he could have just left the medicine in the living room and left, but after entering the room, he worried about another issue: “Shou Jiaxun will have nothing to eat when he wakes up. What if he starves? My working overtime is a small matter, but the boss starving to death is a big deal… Maybe I should wait for him to wake up before leaving!”
Without ten years of workplace leadership experience, one probably couldn’t come up with such a stiff excuse for overtime; it was clear Assistant Liang was putting his heart into this job.
Liang Bo sat back on the living room sofa with a clear conscience, flipping through the nearby takeout directory on his phone, silently calculating what delicious food to order for himself and Shou Jiaxun later.
Just as he was torn between choosing seafood rice or seafood noodles, Shou Jiaxun suddenly shouted from the room: “Uncle…”
The voice wasn’t loud, but it was piercing.
Liang Bo froze.
Because that “Uncle” wasn’t a normal way of calling someone.
It was the kind hummed out amidst groans when passion was thick.
Receiving no response, Shou Jiaxun amplified his voice a bit and shouted again: “Uncle, ah… Guoran!”
It sounded like he was having a wet dream.
Liang Bo’s heart and pants tightened simultaneously. It sounded good, but he shouldn’t be hearing this.
The key point was: “Why did Guoran lie to me? Why did he tell me to pursue Shou Jiaxun?”
The more Liang Bo thought about it, the angrier he got. He clenched his phone, stood up abruptly, and walked straight toward the door. He couldn’t stay in this place for another minute.
But before he reached the door, Shou Jiaxun’s plaintive cry rang out again: “Bo’er~~~”
Assistant Liang’s legs went weak, and he braced himself against the wall to turn back.
Shou Jiaxun’s voice was urgent and resentful: “Liang Bo! …Dammit, where the hell did you all go! Ah! …F*ck!”
These groans were getting more X-rated by the second.
Liang Bo passed the living room and snatched up the newly bought inhibitor from the coffee table.
—A sense of mission came unexpectedly.
Shou Jiaxun had gone into heat in his sleep. The pre-heat symptoms were unconsciously skipped over. By the time he was somewhat lucid, his body was already very “unlucid,” like a car starting and immediately speeding onto the highway.
The core heatwave continued to output, giving him the illusion that his entire being was “melting.”
“Guo Duoyu, you little bastard… didn’t call me for dinner…” The key was that he took everyone else away!
The unlucky Omega cried and sniffled, bitterly complaining. He was done for this time… he didn’t know how long he’d have to hold out before a savior came home.
Just as Little President Shou was in despair, Young Hero Liang burst through the door, rushing to the bedside in three steps, his face full of concern as he whispered urgently, “Shou Jiaxun, are you okay?”
Little President Shou bit his lip to endure the discomfort, looking at him with teary, accusing eyes—Do I look okay to you?
Assistant Liang hurriedly lowered his head and began to fumble with the plastic packaging of the inhibitor box.
Shou Jiaxun finally felt at ease. He turned his head, rubbing his sweat-and-tear-stained face against the pillow. He pressed his lips together tightly, holding back the whimpers he couldn’t help but make, waiting for the clumsy Assistant Liang to open the medicine box.
Liang Bo was also enduring. Shou Jiaxun’s increasingly rapid breathing made his fingers disobey his commands.
Fortunately, the gland blocking tape stuck to its post as always; otherwise, it would be hard to say what might happen…
Assistant Liang felt both fortunate and regretful inside. He had smelled Shou Jiaxun’s pheromones four years ago, but unfortunately, it had been so long that the olfactory memory was quite blurry.
He only remembered it smelled very good, seemed a bit sweet, and was very intoxicating.
Seeing that Liang Bo had finally pried open the box, Shou Jiaxun struggled to wiggle his body and turn over, presenting his back to the young Beta. He peeled off the gland blocking tape on the back of his neck himself: “Inject here.”
However, before his voice fell, his sleeping pants were suddenly pulled down a section by Liang Bo.
“What are you doing!” President Shou exclaimed, his vocal cords trembling into a wave.
The next second, a sharp pain in his buttock—he was abruptly stabbed with a needle.
“Butt injection…” Liang Bo’s tone was both nervous and innocent. “I saw the instruction manual said so.”
Injectable inhibitors had three recommended injection sites: the abdomen, the deltoid muscle of the upper arm, and the gluteus maximus.
Assistant Liang accurately selected the option that was most shameful for an adult.
President Shou silently reached back to pull up his pants, thinking: Maybe I should switch assistants…
Assistant Liang probably felt he wasn’t losing his job fast enough. He reached out to press Shou Jiaxun’s butt through the sleeping pants, coaxing softly, “Rub it and it won’t hurt.”
After speaking, seeing Shou Jiaxun still seemed very uncomfortable, he asked worriedly, “Still not better? Is the medicine not working?”
Shou Jiaxun didn’t want to talk to him, pressing the blocking tape back onto his neck on his own.
Compared to direct administration to the gland, intramuscular injection was simply too slow to take effect.
So he was still dizzy, still burning all over, and the back of his neck still felt like it was being pricked by fine, dense embroidery needles—numb, itchy, and stinging.
President Shou subconsciously used his fingernails to scratch his gland hard through the tape, his fingertips using so much force it looked like he wanted to gouge that piece of flesh out.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Liang Bo hurriedly grabbed his wrist to pull it away, reminding him urgently, “You’ll scratch it open and it’ll hurt like hell.”
An Omega in heat had no rationality to speak of. President Shou, constrained by instinct, was no exception. However, while others became sensitive, he became irritable.
Restless and flaring with temper, when Liang Bo wouldn’t let him scratch, he twisted his arm and wrist, determined to scratch, his hand heavy.
Hooking his fingers and exerting force, Liang Bo let his guard down for half a second, and swish—three broken-skin red marks appeared on Shou Jiaxun’s neck, looking like cat scratches.
The skin on the gland, specifically for Alpha marking, was thinner than elsewhere. If not for the tape covering it, blood would likely be spurting out by now.
“Hey!” Liang Bo turned pale with fright, hurriedly pressing down his arm again. While stopping Shou Jiaxun from raising his hand, he coaxed urgently, “Don’t do that, calm down, it’s okay, it’s okay, it won’t hurt in a moment.”
“Hurt my ass, I’m f*cking dying of pleasure,” President Shou spoke angry words through clenched buttocks. He felt aggrieved enough to cry, but chose to persist in being himself: “…I’m straight.”
Liang Bo comforted him gently, “I know, I understand, you aren’t ‘Double O,’ you are very straight, you just don’t like Alphas much.”
“Fck… bullsht…” The cursing Little President Shou finally shed tears of chilling despair.
No one in the world understood him. He was so lonely.
Liang Bo was afraid Shou Jiaxun would scratch himself again, so he didn’t dare let go. He maintained a posture of embracing him from behind, holding the other tightly in his arms.
But worrying that his physiological reaction would cause Shou Jiaxun disgust, he immediately grabbed a pillow to pad in front of himself.
After being held tight by Liang Bo, Shou Jiaxun’s dizziness was somewhat alleviated, and the pillow behind his butt gave him a sense of security.
About ten minutes later, the heat symptoms gradually subsided as the inhibitor took effect, leaving only an exhaustion similar to that of excessive indulgence, a feeling of the body being hollowed out.
“Clearly didn’t do anything. Sigh…” President Shou sighed to himself, eyelids heavy, and unconsciously embraced sleep once more.
Liang Bo quietly leaned the tip of his nose close to the back of Little President Shou’s neck, taking a deep breath, but only smelled the herbal scent soaked into the tape.
Just now, when Shou Jiaxun peeled off the blocking tape himself, the pheromone scent had briefly dissipated for a few seconds. Unfortunately, Little Student Liang was too nervous at the time and hadn’t spared the mental energy to savor it.
However, beautiful encounters are always fleeting like the epiphyllum flower; gone in the blink of an eye.
“Sigh!” He also sighed quietly in his heart. “Actually, there are good people among Alphas too…”
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