Chapter 5 part 1
Go on, take a picture. Why’d you stop?
The slender shoulder beneath the tiger’s paw trembled. Blood from the wound on its paw pad, an injury from the Discipline Room, easily smeared onto Yan He’s shoulder. A startlingly red streak of blood trickled down his swan-like neck, so fragile it looked like it would break with a single touch, and pooled in his collarbone, a constant provocation to the already unstable Siberian tiger.
For a moment, He Ting was dazed. The boy who had suddenly intruded had a faint, pleasant scent, as if it seeped from his pale, smooth skin, though it was mixed with the foul stench of other beasts.
He was like a rose blooming vibrantly at midnight, and even a fierce tiger couldn’t resist leaning in for a sniff.
He smelled… so good.
Yan He: “!!!”
Yan He’s mind went blank as he clutched his phone, frozen in place, unable to move. His current cowardice was a perfect match for his earlier arrogance.
Through his phone’s camera, Yan He saw the enormous tiger sniffing him, starting from the top of his short, black hair. The beast’s heavy breath, separated only by his blue and white mask, almost suffocated him.
A wave of immense fear washed over him. Cold sweat dripped down his back as he held his breath, watching the furry tiger head linger at his waist, its sharp whiskers pricking his soft skin there.
Such a slender waist. It seemed it could be easily and completely controlled, barely a handful.
I want to lick it.
Perhaps because he was in his beast form, He Ting’s thoughts were more animalistic. The last vestiges of human reason had long been crushed by his primal desires, leaving him to follow his instincts.
Yan He was still in his regular clothes. The tiger easily lifted his white shirt, revealing a fair, delicate waist.
A sharp sting shot through his side, like a wire brush scraping against his soft flesh. A light bite was enough to leave a faint red mark on his skin, a constant stimulation to He Ting’s senses, ruthlessly stripping away what little human rationality he had left. He wanted to go further, to ravage him cruelly.
The Siberian tiger’s naturally barbed tongue half-wrapped around a section of his waist, its greedy, beastly instincts seeking to explore more hidden places.
Yan He looked down in disbelief at the furry head at his waist, licking him.
Was this the prelude to being eaten?
Trembling, Yan He switched his camera from photo to video mode.
He knew a place like the F4’s common lounge would have no shortage of surveillance, but for an ordinary person to get access to the conglomerate’s footage after the fact would be impossible. As a qualified corporate slave, he knew how to properly gather evidence.
Even if he was going to be mauled to death by a rich kid’s pet tiger, there should be video evidence to make it easier to demand compensation from the Yun family later!
He Ting: “…”
Taking pictures was one thing, but now he was recording?
He Ting’s sanity gradually returned. This kind of video could be used by the Discipline Room as a reason for further “training.” And doing something like this to a man would be a stain on his life. He couldn’t continue.
As he pulled away, a flicker of reluctance, unnoticed even by himself, flashed in his golden tiger eyes.
The door to the lounge was suddenly thrown open, and a tall figure rushed out, moving as fast as a great roc on the wind, shouting in exasperation, “Silas!”
Seeing the newcomer was like seeing a savior. Yun Xiao looked slightly different from his photos; his eyes lacked their former innocence, and a thin veil of hostility clouded his features. A few strands of pale gold were streaked through his brown hair. He was exceptionally tall, probably close to 190 cm. The muscles on his exposed arms were perfectly defined—clearly the type who looked lean in clothes and muscular out of them.
Yan He quickly raised his hand, not daring to shout and provoke the massive tiger beside him. He forced his voice to remain calm as he pleaded, “Young Master Yun, get your tiger under control!”
Yun Xiao looked at the giant Golden Shaded British Shorthair. He couldn’t control He Ting.
Even though they were both in the F4, he really couldn’t control He Ting. While not the oldest of the four, He Ting held the most authority. The He family’s roots ran deep throughout the entire empire, and He Ting was their sole heir.
Fierce beasts didn’t need to speak; a single look was enough to understand each other’s intentions. He Ting held no hostility toward Yan He.
Within Bestia Academy, only a handful of people knew the F4’s beast forms. Keeping it a secret was their unspoken agreement. Since Yan He didn’t seem to be overthinking it, Yun Xiao wouldn’t bring it up.
Though Yun Xiao didn’t understand why He Ting had let himself out of the cage, it didn’t stop him from asking, “Silas, are you going back to your room or back to the cage?”
A beast just back from the Discipline Room had no rationality to speak of. It was best to avoid contact.
He Ting’s gaze shifted between the two of them. His beautiful, amber-like golden eyes slowly half-closed, and he lay down on the grass outside the lounge, resembling a small, rolling hill.
So obedient. Is this tiger really Yun Xiao’s pet?!
Yan He silently cursed the capitalists who risked their lives for the sake of appearances, keeping any animal they pleased. This thing was a nationally protected species! Damn conglomerates, when will we finally achieve common prosperity?
While he cursed inwardly, his body was very honest, slowly inching toward Yun Xiao. Each step was cautious, afraid of provoking the tiger behind him. Yan He could clearly feel a scorching, displeased gaze burning into his back, like needles on his skin.
“Silas doesn’t eat people,” Yun Xiao said.
Yan He touched the spot on his waist where the skin had been licked raw, laughing dryly in his mind. You can’t be so sure about that, Young Master Yun.
He sounded just like an old lady walking her dog off-leash, insisting her dog doesn’t bite.
The heavy toll of the stone clock tower sounded again. Hearing the time, Yun Xiao stared at Yan He and his anger flared. “I told you to be here within three hours, and you’re only just arriving?”
He had waited in the lounge for a full three hours, smashing a dozen expensive vases, and Yan He had only just sauntered in. Who had he, Yun Xiao, ever waited for in his life?
Yun Xiao was the youngest of the F4 and had been at the academy for the shortest time.
Today, He Ting had beaten up Old Shen for trying to escape. One was sent to the Discipline Room, the other left the academy due to “illness,” and that guy Old Xu had gone off into the mountains for inspiration, leaving him all alone.
Yun Xiao was incredibly frustrated and worried. The anger that had been simmering for so long erupted and came crashing down on Yan He without reservation!
Yun Xiao furiously kicked at the turf, easily gouging a hole and showing his turbulent emotions.
Yan He cursed under his breath, quickly pointing to the electric scooter nearby and explaining in the same sycophantic tone he used to use on his old boss, “Young Master Yun, the last bus had stopped running. I was going to run here, but I was afraid you’d get anxious waiting, so I quickly borrowed a scooter. Luckily, I made it just in time.”
Yun Xiao’s face was a mask of anger, but he glanced at the scooter. He was confident that no one would lie to him, and Yan He wouldn’t dare. At Bestia Academy, borrowing an electric scooter was definitely harder than borrowing a sports car. At that thought, his expression softened considerably.
People who came to see him were always proactive, including Yan He.
Yun Xiao sized up Yan He. His small bird brain didn’t hold many memories of him, vaguely recalling that he was the son of his family’s driver and used to fawn over him with an eager-to-please expression.
The current Yan He was still fawning over him, but it felt different somehow. The look in his eyes was strangely comforting, like finding a Mixue Bingcheng on a hot summer day.
Cheap, but refreshing.
Perhaps he had improved after all this time.
He was a decent little toy his family had picked out for him.
Yun Xiao tugged lightly at his collar and sat down on a stone stool by a stone table. Noticing Yan He’s glass-grey eyes, he asked on a whim, “How much?”
Hearing this, Yan He’s heart sank.
It’s over. He’s definitely asking about the original owner collecting his million-dollar figurines to sell them! Judging by his tone, he probably doesn’t know the exact value. If he knew it was a million, with his personality, wouldn’t he beat me to a pulp?
Yan He tried to be vague. “Not… not much…”
Yun Xiao pulled a foldable phone from his pocket, glanced at the nearby scooter, and scratched his head, cursing, “How much is ‘not much’? Can’t you just be straightforward! How about fifty thousand?”
Yan He froze. What fifty thousand?
“I’ll pay you a monthly salary of fifty thousand.”
Yun Xiao remembered his family’s driver only made thirty thousand a month, though he got a hefty year-end bonus. Since Yan He had given up his freedom outside the academy to accompany him, even rushing over on an electric scooter, it was only right for him to pay him a little something!
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