The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Online Chat: Hello, Big Brother.

Lu Zhi suddenly jerked his head up to look at him. His features were cold and sharp, his nose bridge high, his expression still distant and restrained. Yet, his gaze scrutinized Tang Xingye’s face inch by inch, as tangible as a physical touch, as if he wanted to roast him over a fire.

Tang Xingye froze, suddenly smelling a strong, bitter scent.

It was cocoa.

Alarm bells instantly rang in his brain: Rut.

The thought flashed by in a second before his wrist was tightly seized. A tremendous force yanked him backward, his back slamming heavily onto the ground. Lu Zhi’s scorching body immediately pressed down on top of him. His hands were pinned firmly above his head, and the Alpha’s knee aggressively wedged itself between his legs.

“Don’t go.”

The Alpha’s hoarse voice rasped right against his ear, his burning breath spraying against the side of his neck. Lu Zhi buried his face in Tang Xingye’s neck, taking a deep, greedy sniff.

Pinned down, Tang Xingye went stiff all over, his eyes widening. He could clearly feel Lu Zhi’s canine teeth dangerously grinding against his skin.

Can Lu Zhi not even distinguish gender anymore? How disgusting.

Tang Xingye frowned, turning his head to avoid the contact. His eyes held undisguised disgust, his tone cold. “Lu Zhi, look clearly. I am a Beta, not an Omega.”

So soft. So fragrant.

Lu Zhi couldn’t hear what the Beta was saying. He only felt that the moment their skin touched, his very soul let out a satisfied sigh. The person in his arms felt so comfortable to hold; he was soft everywhere.

A sweet aura rushed straight from his nasal cavity to his brain, making his whole body tremble as if electrocuted. The agitation that had been rampaging through his body miraculously subsided, replaced by a satiated tranquility.

He licked his canine teeth, his Adam’s apple rolling, wanting to swallow that sweet breath down into his stomach.

Tang Xingye’s expression turned particularly ugly. He wasn’t gay, but that didn’t mean he was willing to be used by an Alpha as a substitute for an Omega. Feeling the restraint on his wrists loosen slightly, he suddenly exerted force, pushed Lu Zhi away, broke free, and ran toward the door.

He hadn’t even taken two steps when his ankle was suddenly grabbed. Tang Xingye fell to the ground and was dragged back. A scorching palm pressed against his waist, triggering a wave of shivers.

Tang Xingye struggled, jerking his head to the side to dodge. The canine teeth barely grazed his skin as he drove his elbow hard into Lu Zhi’s chest. The Alpha let out a muffled groan, and the pheromones around him suddenly rioted, a wave of spiritual pressure crashing down like a tsunami.

Tang Xingye felt suffocated by the pressure. His cold white skin flushed red, and a shallow crimson hue floated onto his thin eyelids.

He didn’t hesitate to wrestle with Lu Zhi. He wasn’t an Omega, and since he exercised diligently, the gap in physical fitness between him and the Alpha wasn’t insurmountable.

Dull thuds echoed from their colliding limbs. Lu Zhi’s pheromones grew more intense with the fighting, the bitter scent of cocoa mixed with dangerous aggression.

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Tang Xingye’s hand finally broke free. He yanked open Lu Zhi’s collar and ruthlessly pinched the gland that was continuously heating up and swelling.

“Fuck, Lu Zhi, look clearly!”

Lu Zhi groaned in pain. By the light, through his hazy brain, he finally saw Tang Xingye’s current appearance clearly.

The Beta beneath him had black hair and black eyes, the corners of his eyes red with anger. His eyes were shimmering with light. The way he coldly held back his rage made the tear mole under his eye look even more magnificent and alluring.

What would it taste like to lick it?

Sweet. Delicious.

Lu Zhi’s canines itched, and a morbid thirst rose from the root of his tongue.

“Let me take a lick,” Lu Zhi’s voice was so low it was almost a whisper, his expression obsessive. His gaze was glued to that tear mole that moved with its owner. It was such a small mole, yet it looked like bait grown specifically for him—and he was willing to take the hook and bite down.

Since he already refused my marking, asking to taste the tear mole isn’t too much to ask, right?

Lu Zhi stared straight at him, lowering his head inch by inch as if bewitched, taking a deep breath to swallow the other person’s breath, along with his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, into his lungs.

He wanted to kiss the tear mole, but the Beta turned his head to dodge. Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open—

“Lu Zhi, I brought the inhibitors.”

Zhou Lin had received a message from his roommate Lu Zhi and knew his pheromones were in chaos again. This time, the situation was more serious than ever; ordinary inhibitors wouldn’t be enough.

Zhou Lin pushed the door open, but his mind went blank for a second at the scene before him.

The first thing he saw was a long, slender hand. The knuckles were distinct, white as snow, and beautiful.

That hand was gripping the protruding, columnar gland. The contrast in color was stark, the visual impact overwhelming.

Its owner was pinching it with the posture of a controller. The soft hand wrapped around the gland, pink-tinged fingernails kneading it ruthlessly with disdain and disgust. It was a punishment, yet it carried an unspeakable eroticism.

Tang Xingye was pinned under Lu Zhi, clothes disheveled, frowning with a terrible expression. But his face was flushed, a vivid charm oozing from the corners of his eyes. When those glass-colored eyes looked over, they were clearly filled with annoyance, yet they added a touch of tempting fragility.

Who would have thought that the gloomy, reticent Tang Xingye would reveal such a soft side once his shell was cracked?

Being bullied… how pitiful.

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Husband just died, and now he’s being bullied like this by an Alpha. Unable to resist, obediently being taken advantage of…

“What are you looking at? Come pull him off me.”

The clear, clean voice trembled slightly from discomfort, sounding more like embarrassment turning into anger.

Even knowing Lu Zhi was in a rut, Tang Xingye still felt humiliated, especially being caught by someone else—and that someone was a roommate he saw every day.

Zhou Lin’s eyes darkened slightly, but he reacted quickly, stepping forward to inject Lu Zhi with the inhibitor and pulling him up. He put on his usual gentle smile, intending to comfort Tang Xingye.

Tang Xingye looked unhappy, cursing Lu Zhi as a beast in his heart. Suppressing his anger, he kept his tone calm and explained first, “He’s drunk and mistook me for an Omega.”

Zhou Lin: “…”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, suppressing a trace of strange amusement. The smile on his lips grew gentler as he asked with concern, “Shall I have someone prepare a new set of clothes?”

“No need.” Tang Xingye adjusted his shirt.

AOs in rut were just like dead-drunk Betas—they liked to go crazy. He didn’t want to recall this kind of thing over and over again, nor was he willing to accept a favor from Zhou Lin that would just boost Zhou Lin’s reputation.

Tang Xingye felt it wasn’t appropriate, so he added, “I won’t trouble you with such a small matter.”

He frowned slightly, his fingertips fiddling with his collar. The top button had been ripped off; he would have to sew it back on later.

Zhou Lin’s gaze fell uncontrollably on his movements.

Black hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to a long, fair neck. The messy collar revealed a delicate collarbone, where red marks stood out conspicuously against the snowy skin. As the collarbone rose and fell slightly with his breathing, a faint pink outline could vaguely be seen.

Tang Xingye noticed Zhou Lin’s lingering gaze and subtly pulled his collar higher, blocking the marks where he was almost marked.

“I’ll go back first. I’ll leave him to you.”

Zhou Lin nodded and didn’t say anything more. Only when that thin figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did Zhou Lin retract his gaze.

In the restroom, Tang Xingye patted his burning face with cold water. The flush of arousal finally faded a bit, but the redness at the corners of his eyes refused to go away.

He made another mental note of this grudge against Lu Zhi. This debt would be settled sooner or later.

When he came out, it had started to rain outside. The club members had mostly finished eating and were hailing taxis in twos and threes to return to school. Tang Xingye ignored the vague gazes around him, lowering his head to check the subway route on his phone.

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An Alpha’s gaze kept drifting toward his neck. The collar there was wet in a small patch, faintly revealing an ambiguous red mark, as if he had been ruthlessly loved.

He lowered his eyelashes, casting a small shadow under his eyes. His whole being exuded a fragility of having been bullied, looking exactly like a helpless little widower whose husband had just died.

Someone secretly took a photo and sent it to the group chat—a chat for people who had failed to get Tang Xingye’s contact info. The moment the picture was sent, the messages exploded.

[Hehe, Wifey is so hot.]

[Stop looking, that’s a widower.]

[A widower? Did his husband die?]

[A widower? That’s even better.]

[??? Wake up, guys. He’s a Beta, and he’s the jinx Tang Xingye.]

[Exactly. You want to chase him? Don’t you value your life? But then again, I went to a fortune teller who said my fate is very tough and I naturally bring luck to my wife. If Tang Xingye begs to marry me, I might reluctantly become his new husband.]

[Damn, you guys are a bunch of perverts, actually wanting to make a move on someone else’s wife.]

Seeing Tang Xingye didn’t have an umbrella, Shen Qing called out to him first, looking at him with slight concern. She shook the umbrella in her hand, inviting him to share the car they had hailed.

Tang Xingye looked at the rain and calculated the distance. By the time he reached the subway station, he would probably be soaked. Compared to catching a cold, enduring the pheromones in a car was a better deal.

On the way, they kept discussing Lu Zhi, praising him endlessly—generous, an excellent debater, articulate, with impeccable logic.

Tang Xingye pretended to be carsick, leaning against the window and watching the rain slide down the glass, his heart filled with utter disdain.

What’s so good about Lu Zhi? Hypocritical, pretentious. In his rut, he’s no different from those animals in heat. He can’t compare to even a finger of Wen Ze.

He touched the back of his neck, which was still throbbing faintly. He had almost been bitten by a dog. Hearing Shen Qing and the others praise him, he couldn’t swallow this anger.

Tang Xingye tried looking through forums and posts to find dirt on his roommates. To his surprise, these rich people kept their surface image so clean that there was no solid dirt. Instead, he saw many posts about himself being despised as a jinx.

Some of those posts were so “well-reasoned” they practically claimed he caused the extinction of the dinosaurs. Tang Xingye got annoyed reading them and stopped checking the campus forum.

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No flaws? He thought of Lu Zhi’s appearance during his rut, and a bad idea suddenly surfaced in his mind. What if I pretended to be an Omega and tricked him?

Tang Xingye found Lu Zhi’s account. His profile feed, aside from running and fitness routines, only had a white Samoyed.

He scanned Lu Zhi’s bio and paused. It read: [No insurance, no tea, no M. No “let’s talk,” Ta Shuo, TikTok, Momo, Weibo, Twitter. No alt accounts.]

How many people have harassed him?

Tang Xingye silently analyzed Lu Zhi’s preferences and created a persona of a sweet Omega for his alt account.

He originally wanted to reference the naming style of Omegas in his class, but found his classmates’ names were very wild, like “Ate 13 Buns in One Meal (Record Checkable),” “AA Construction Material Wholesale,” and “One Punch Explodes Alpha.”

He hesitated, then went online to observe how Omegas spoke, learning several “flirting with Alphas” techniques. He registered a small account named “Candy Heart” (Tang Xin). Then, he dug out an oversized white shirt from his suitcase.

Wen Ze had bought this. It had never been worn. It was intended to be his pajamas, but Wen Ze said the quality was too poor and didn’t let him wear it.

This shirt was the only item in his wardrobe that could lean towards an Omega style. Tang Xingye’s clothes were all uniform black—for no other reason than they were dirt-resistant and easy to wash.

While the other roommates hadn’t returned yet, Tang Xingye quickly changed into the clothes. Holding his phone, he adjusted it to the best angle, ensuring the frame only showed his chin and the oversized “boyfriend shirt,” and took a photo kneeling on the bed.

Then, using the free trial of a dummy-proof photo editing app, he photoshopped a Golden Retriever next to himself and extended the short hair visible in the photo to look longer.

Tang Xingye thought, With willpower like mine, what can’t I succeed at?

He sent the photo out, then DM’d Lu Zhi.

Candy Heart: [Hello Big Brother, do you like dogs too?]

Lu Zhi: [What is it?]

Tang Xingye didn’t expect Lu Zhi to be online and reply so quickly. He sat up straight in bed and typed out the prepared line in the chat box.

Candy Heart: [I saw that Big Brother raises a Samoyed very well, so I wanted to exchange some dog-raising tips.]

Tang Xingye was very excited. Usually, when many Omegas actively asked for Lu Zhi’s contact info, Lu Zhi would politely refuse. Now that he had just gone through a rut, he should really need an Omega’s comfort.

Heh, pretending to be a prude!

He waited for Lu Zhi to take the bait. When Lu Zhi asked to meet, he would self-expose his gender and disgust him to death.

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But after sending this message, the other party didn’t reply for a long time. Tang Xingye, unwilling to give up, pressed again: [Big Brother, why are you ignoring me?]

Lu Zhi: [I don’t buy dogs either.]

Tang Xingye asked one more question, but the other party stopped replying.

Was I blocked?

Tang Xingye checked the dialogue, unable to figure out where his approach went wrong. Damn straight Alpha, truly no sense of romance. An Omega is being this proactive, and he won’t even chat a bit more!

Half an hour of Photoshopping, only to get this result.

Feeling quite depressed, he prepared to exit the app when he suddenly noticed the notification badge in the backend light up with 99+ messages. Confused, he clicked it open.

[What a white waist… I mean, what a white dog.]

[This hand… hiss ha hiss ha]

[God damn it, one look and I know this is my long-lost wife.]

[Wifey, wifey, does your family need a 188cm dog? The kind that can cook, do laundry, and make money.]