Chapter 62: He Marked Himself
There was an over-the-counter medicine vending machine in the hotel lobby. After getting out of the car, Shou Jiaxun hurried straight to the medicine cabinet, digging out his wallet to prepare cash as he walked. He immediately inserted coins to get the medicine when he reached the machine.
Liang Bo followed closely behind him. Neither of them noticed that just a few steps after they turned around, a hotel staff member trotted over to the machine to post a notice: Due to a power outage in this building early this morning, some equipment experienced suspended power supply. The refrigerated medicines in this cabinet may have lost their efficacy, please do not purchase.
After getting into the elevator, Shou Jiaxun instructed Liang Bo: “Later, you help me inject into the gland. That takes effect faster. You know what I mean, right? Don’t give me any of that gluteus maximus nonsense… I’ve really had enough.”
Looking at his clear eyes, Liang Bo couldn’t help but argue a bit more: “Glandular injections are very harmful to the body. President Guo told me to keep an eye on you and tell you not to do anything stupid.”
Shou Jiaxun’s brows furrowed slightly. His clever little brain turned slightly, and he immediately changed his instructions: “Oh, then you wait for me in the lobby. I’ll call you when I recover.”
Straight male Omega prepared to do the injection himself, so easy.
Liang Bo lowered his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds. Suddenly, he reached out and snatched the medicine box Shou Jiaxun was holding, stuffing it tightly into his pants pocket: “Wait, let me think about it. I feel like you’re trying to fool me.”
“Why would I fool you? Give it back.”
“Wait, wait, wait… let me think about whose advice to follow…”
Liang Bo was giving a perfunctory verbal response, but his mind was completely focused on how to lock the door once he and Shou Jiaxun entered the room, how to hold him, how to use his teeth to tear off the patch on the back of his neck, how to pin his limbs down and pull off his clothes and pants.
And how to possess his body and mark his sex glands.
Including some dirtier thoughts… wanting to drill into his deepest depths, leave his seed, and make him pregnant.
Perhaps because he was thinking too deeply, by the time they stepped out of the elevator, Liang Bo’s face was even redder than his Omega boss who was in heat.
After exiting the elevator, Shou Jiaxun subconsciously pressed down on the blocker patch on the back of his neck. Though his footsteps were urgent, he was not panicked.
His movements of swiping the card to enter the room were smooth and flowing. After entering, he went to the bathroom first, washed his hands and face with cold water, and then calmly came out to negotiate with Assistant Liang: “Alright, stop messing around, give me the medicine.”
As he spoke, he walked behind the desk and sat down. His posture didn’t look like someone in “heat,” but rather someone preparing to start working.
Liang Bo’s expression was a bit dazed: “Are you sure you’re in heat?”
Shou Jiaxun slowly rolled his stiff neck and asked back, “Otherwise? If I’m not in heat, are you in heat?”
Pressing his pants pocket, Liang Bo took two steps back, his face full of confusion: “It doesn’t look like it… Let me tell you, abusing suppressants is bad for the body.”
“I’m not going to be that pathetic every time.” Shou Jiaxun chuckled dryly, a hint of mockery in his eyes: “Liang Bo, what are you thinking?”
He was already starting to get irritable. Not waiting for Liang Bo to speak, he continued, “You’re not thinking of taking advantage of my heat to do something, are you? You’re not an Alpha, you can’t mark me.”
Liang Bo’s face, which had just cooled down, suddenly flushed red again.
Shou Jiaxun twitched the corner of his mouth: “Actually, even if you were an Alpha, I have nothing to fear. I’ve kept the business card of the doctor who performed Guoran’s gland removal surgery. Calling the police, having surgery—these are all very simple things for me.”
“This world… is very crazy, but nothing can bind me.” President Shou smiled, declaring sternly word by word: “I, forever, could not possibly like men.”
His tone was so severe it sounded like taking an oath.
Liang Bo lowered his head and silently pulled out the medicine box: “Got it.”
He obediently tore open the packaging: “I’ll help you inject your arm.”
Shou Jiaxun pulled up the sleeve of his short-sleeved shirt himself.
Liang Bo sighed inwardly. He walked to Shou Jiaxun’s side, half-squatted on one knee, used the alcohol wipe included in the needle box to wipe the injection site on Shou Jiaxun’s upper arm deltoid twice, and twisted off the needle cap. But he hesitated for two seconds before injecting, speaking cautiously: “Later, I want to talk to you about a work-related matter.”
As the representative of “Fanrong Group,” Liang Bo; talking about the future of the “Guoran Brand,” perhaps they had another path besides listing.
Shou Jiaxun, however, thought Assistant Liang wanted to resign due to his thwarted romantic pursuits. A hint of regret flashed through his eyes: “Okay, half an hour later.”
Liang Bo nodded, poked the extremely fine, barely one-centimeter-long needle into Shou Jiaxun’s upper arm muscle, and pressed the syringe button. The syringe automatically began administering the medicine.
“Um… I’m going down to the laundry room to check and pick up our clothes,” Liang Bo said.
He mainly didn’t want to stay and stare at Shou Jiaxun, adding to his own depression.
Shou Jiaxun’s gaze followed Assistant Liang’s back to the entryway. After the door shut tightly again, he sighed faintly: Young people, all they know is dating all day long. What a pity… Uncle can’t give you love, poor little thing.
He didn’t know yet that he himself was about to become the “poor big thing.”
Five minutes later, President Shou felt thirsty, but the water glass at hand was empty. He had to go to the water station next to the wardrobe to get water himself.
As a result, before he could even take two steps, he fell to the floor with a thud.
“What the Fuxx,” President Shou groaned in pain and cursed softly, his face full of disbelief.
Damn it!
Liang Bo dawdled outside for a full thirty minutes, tossing and turning a mental draft, striving to “confess” to Shou Jiaxun as sincerely as possible.
It was fine if they couldn’t be marriage partners; he would be very satisfied being lifelong business partners.
In the end, he even forgot about going to the laundry room to get the clothes. He slowly swiped his card and opened the door: “Shou…”
Liang Bo’s eyes suddenly widened. He saw Shou Jiaxun lying on his stomach on the floor, head pointing towards the entryway. The blocker patch on the back of his neck had been torn off, and his gland had been scratched with several bloody marks.
The whole room reeked of Omega pheromones. Shou Jiaxun lay motionless on the floor, seemingly having fainted.
Liang Bo only felt a boom in his head. All the “strings” keeping him a decent human being snapped simultaneously. His “reason” bought a ticket of its own volition, boarded a high-speed train, and sped away with the momentum of an ejection seat.
Shou Jiaxun heard someone asking him: “Jiaxun… what’s going on… what’s wrong with you…”
But the voice was like an echo in a valley, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, completely out of reach.
“Something’s wrong with the medicine…” Shou Jiaxun tried hard to respond, struggling to open his eyelids. He saw three, four… five Liang Bos in front of him, all leaning in and asking: “What do you want? Do you want me?”
“The medicine!” President Shou roared indistinctly.
Several Liang Bos nodded together: “Okay.” Then they all kissed him together.
This misunderstanding was truly a bit massive.
Shou Jiaxun shook his head vigorously, waved his arms, and kicked his legs in a struggle.
But “they” were too many. President Shou had nowhere to hide. No matter how he dodged, there was always a Liang Bo who accurately caught his lips, clamped down on his neck, and soon pushed him entirely into mid-air with an even stronger sense of dizziness, laying him out on the clouds.
The young Alpha picked up his sweetheart and placed him as gently as possible on the high, soft bed. Then, his limbs, elbows, and knees formed a cage over the body of the Omega in heat, while he murmured with deep affection: “I want to give you the most perfect… most perfect… very perfect…”
While delicately kissing Shou Jiaxun’s exquisitely carved, sweet face.
(…)
When Shou Jiaxun truly woke up, he and Liang Bo were already connected. Truly, in a physical sense, connected.
The kind where they couldn’t separate for a while, commonly known as “knotting.”
It was a very beastly method of insemination, said to hit the target with one shot, something only Alphas could do… so Liang Bo wasn’t a Beta at all.
Shou Jiaxun was covered in cold sweat, his body sore and weak. He was conscious, but his mind was more bewildered and helpless than ever before.
He hummed and hawed, not even knowing how to speak. After struggling for a long time, he managed to ask: “…Why didn’t you mark me?”
During those most “exciting” few dozen thrusts earlier, Shou Jiaxun had actually accepted his fate; he was afraid of being topped by a man, but that night, not only was he topped by a man, he had even indulged in it, unable to extricate himself.
So, being marked by the other party would be a matter of course.
But at the very last moment, Liang Bo held back. He cushioned Shou Jiaxun’s neck with one hand and then took a bite out of his own hand.
Liang Bo said: “I was afraid you’d go have the surgery. Really afraid.”
Shou Jiaxun nodded, then turned his face to the side, not wanting to meet the young Alpha’s completely malice-free gaze.
Liang Bo lowered his head to kiss his cheek, and his movements below also recovered a bit of rhythm.
Shou Jiaxun felt not only a sore, pulling pain in his stomach, but his head also began throbbing with a dull ache: “How much longer?”
His voice was too low. Liang Bo didn’t hear clearly and asked cautiously: “What did you say?”
Shou Jiaxun squeezed his eyes shut tight and amplified his trembling voice slightly: “I said, how much longer until you can… pull out?”
Liang Bo stopped his movements and replied awkwardly: “I don’t know, this is my first time knotting with an Omega too.”
President Shou wanted to cry but had no tears. He raised a hand to cover his eyes and asked: “What time is it now?”
Liang Bo propped himself up slightly and reached for his phone: “Past ten.”
“Oh my god…” Shou Jiaxun felt like he was going crazy: “Can… can you finish faster?” He was almost crying when he asked this.
“I’ll try my best.” Liang Bo nodded, and then continued their deeply affectionate, intimate “communication”; but every movement he made made Shou Jiaxun clearly feel how he was being filled and how he was being dominated.
To Shou Jiaxun, this feeling was really not wonderful.
It wasn’t that his body couldn’t feel pleasure at all, but that so-called “release” was inflicting crushing trauma on his sexual identity, which had matured in his past life.
So he kept his hand covering his eyes the whole time. Later, the palm and center of that hand were completely wet with his own tears, which slipped through his fingers into his temples and hairline.
Liang Bo tried a few times to get him to move his hand away, wanting to comfort the Omega’s sensitive and fragile emotions with his gentlest love.
But Shou Jiaxun didn’t seem to appreciate it. Each time, he either blocked the hand or forcefully broke free.
It was as if their deep enough physical communication at this moment could never reach the soul; at least there was still a fairly long distance to Shou Jiaxun’s “soul.”
With things reaching this point, Liang Bo couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened. He realized that the psychological counselor’s suggestion couldn’t resolve Shou Jiaxun’s “atavism.”
Perhaps Shou Jiaxun wasn’t experiencing “atavism” at all. He simply… couldn’t accept developing this kind of relationship with a man.
Liang Bo pondered tearfully for a moment, then suggested in a low voice: “I’ll be quicker… finish faster. If you’re uncomfortable, tell me to stop anytime.”
Shou Jiaxun acquiesced silently, so the Alpha’s subsequent actions gradually showed eagerness for quick results.
And with the Alpha rushing, the Omega experiencing this path for the first time found it very difficult to endure.
Eventually, Shou Jiaxun was forced to cry out “nnn-nnn-uuu-uuu” in his arms… but stubborn as he was, he didn’t utter a word to call a stop until the very end.
Translator’s Note:
- Knotting: In ABO lore, a physiological trait of Alphas during mating to lock themselves with an Omega to ensure successful reproduction.
- Marking: The act of an Alpha biting an Omega’s gland at the nape of the neck, bonding them together.
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