Chapter 128: “I Want to Lock You Up” / He Wouldn’t Stop Even If You Cried
Du Feng froze in his tracks.
A little Omega in heat, mind unclear and speaking nonsense—one should humor him, but not take everything he says as truth.
Du Feng knew that the current Shen Zhuo wasn’t thinking clearly.
If Shen Zhuo were sober, he would likely prioritize the future. The Zerg at the border had not been completely cleared, and the Empire hadn’t fundamentally changed yet; Shen Zhuo was not someone who got bogged down in romance at the expense of duty.
He understood, so he complied.
receiving no response for a long time, Shen Zhuo tilted his head and stared at him. “Why aren’t you talking?”
The Omega’s eyes widened for a moment, frowning with a bit of grievance. “Do you not want to have a child with me?”
“Why?”
“Is my rank not high enough? Or am I not good-looking enough?”
The boy got more worked up as he spoke, and more aggrieved. His mind was a chaotic mess; he couldn’t think, nor did he want to. He only knew his Alpha hadn’t agreed to him.
That meant rejection!
“Of course not. My wife is the best-looking and the most amazing.”
Du Feng hurriedly pulled the person onto his lap, sitting together on the bed. He held Shen Zhuo’s arms so the boy could look at him.
But Shen Zhuo pushed Du Feng’s hands away, turned around angrily, and curled into a ball, hugging his knees.
“Pah, that’s obviously not what you’re thinking,” the boy muttered quietly.
“No such thing. Turn around and let me see.”
Du Feng chuckled lightly, gathered the ball back into his arms, and pinched Shen Zhuo’s lowered cheek. “It’s my fault. Don’t be angry, baby.”
The Omega was young, and his cheeks were like milk jelly, smooth and soft. The texture was even better than imagined.
Du Feng touched and touched again, unable to resist, he lowered his head and planted a kiss.
“Baby is so cute.”
The boy looked up and bit the man hatefully.
He was still angry! He hadn’t been coaxed yet! This bad Alpha was starting with the sweet talk!
“Hmph…”
Ultimately, he didn’t truly hate it. Being praised still made him a little happy inside, and his resistance lessened significantly. His body relaxed again.
“Can I kiss you?” Du Feng cupped his face, kissing his cheek, but still asked for permission before touching his lips.
Unexpectedly, the boy turned his head away and whispered, “Asking to kiss means you don’t really want to. If you don’t want to, then don’t.”
“I want to, I want to.” Du Feng stifled a laugh, coughed solemnly twice, turned the person directly around, held his chin, and kissed him.
Tongues entangled, pheromones surged.
When their clothes were shed and lay on the floor, Du Feng reached for the contraceptives on the bedside table, but his hand was suddenly grabbed before he could withdraw it.
“Do you really not want to have a child with me?”
The boy’s voice was clear and cold. Du Feng paused.
He actually wasn’t sure if Shen Zhuo was lucid or not.
But he was Shen Zhuo’s Alpha, and he had to be responsible for his Omega. Responsibility wasn’t just about care after pregnancy or thoughtfulness after birth; it was about everything before that. It was about ensuring his Omega had the energy and time to accomplish what he wanted to do.
Du Feng had to bring up what the doctor had said before. “Your pregnancy will be more difficult than an ordinary Omega’s. The conflict between humanity and the Zerg hasn’t settled yet, I…”
Du Feng’s words were cut off by Shen Zhuo.
Although Shen Zhuo was in heat—a heat suppressed for two months, making it harder to stay awake than ever before—when he said those words, he knew it wasn’t the hormones talking.
He truly wanted to give Du Feng a child.
The System had said this was his last life.
If… the tragedy of two hundred cycles were to repeat, at least let Du Feng have a reason to live in this world. Otherwise, he couldn’t think of any reason to tether this man to the mortal realm.
So, a child would be good. At least it would allow Du Feng to live on.
“I want to have a child with you.”
In Shen Zhuo’s pitch-black pupils, there was no pause or hesitation.
“You just need to tell me, are you willing?”
“Discarding all other reasons.”
The boy spoke every word with extraordinary seriousness. “Du Feng, are you willing to have a child with me?”
Du Feng pressed his lips together, falling into a rare silence.
He didn’t know how long passed, but as the light in the boy’s eyes slowly dimmed, he suddenly reached out and embraced Shen Zhuo’s waist.
Fiercely and forcefully, he kissed him.
Slender ankles were firmly gripped by large, well-defined hands, allowing no chance of escape.
Every thrust hit the spot that made the boy tremble all over.
Du Feng was very forceful this time, making Shen Zhuo spasm and cry more than once. Fingertips curled tremblingly, clutching the sheets, only to be pried open finger by finger.
The Epiphyllum was lifted by large hands and chiseled into at the most fitting angle.
Juices carrying the scent of flowers meandered down trembling thighs, soaking the bed.
Du Feng didn’t speak, nor did he stop when the boy sobbed.
The air was usually filled with a trace of careful Rosemary, afraid of damaging the Epiphyllum, but for the first time, it exposed its nature of intense lust.
Du Feng was originally an evil dragon born of desire in a deep pool. He had sealed his wildly beating heart with chains, one by one, carefully offering the cleanest blood from the tip of his heart to water the most protect-worthy Epiphyllum in the world.
But this time, the chains broke.
He went mad.
What appeared in his mind was every one of the boy’s deaths.
Different ways of dying, the same ending.
Du Feng wanted to possess his treasure, wanted to lock this Epiphyllum by his side. He wanted to use every dark method, by hook or by crook, to isolate all danger.
At least this time, keep him far away from all peril.
Even if his baby hated him, or blamed him. At least… he would be safe.
All the darkness was uncontrollable once dug up.
It lasted until after the act.
Du Feng looked at the boy’s face as he fell into a deep sleep.
He involuntarily curled his lips, but his long lashes cast a dark shadow over his eyelids. His thumb caressed the boy’s nose bridge cherishingly.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to restrict Shen Zhuo’s freedom.
It was that he couldn’t.
If you clip all the wings of an eagle meant to soar in the sky and lock it in a cage, the eagle won’t be happy, no matter how exquisite or abundant the food is daily.
An eagle belonging to freedom is unwilling to be bound. Even for the sake of protection.
Du Feng understood Shen Zhuo.
His Omega didn’t want to be a canary, nor was he willing to give up doing things he was capable of just because of danger.
To trap Shen Zhuo in a cage would be to break his wings. Even if he lived, he would be nothing but a walking corpse.
He wanted Shen Zhuo to live well. But he wanted his baby to be happy even more.
Du Feng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The gray-blue eyes, tinged with bloodshot streaks, slowly returned to their usual gentle and calm appearance.
Just as he had said when he proposed.
He would burn everything he had to build the stairs for Shen Zhuo to move forward.
Everything, including himself.
The Alpha bent down and kissed the boy lightly on the cheek.
In the end, he silently bound the chains back around his heart one by one, locking the rampaging beast in the deepest depths. All the dark sides were restrained; what he revealed to the boy was only that piece of the cleanest, purest love.
“Goodnight, baby.”
“Have a sweet dream.”
He thoughtfully tucked the quilt, wrapping the Omega entirely and pulling him into his arms. Not daring to hold too tight, nor daring to let go.
When Shen Zhuo woke up the next day, his mind was slightly clearer.
But he really couldn’t remember everything that happened after he passed out last night.
His lower abdomen was still faintly throbbing with pain. If not for the high concentration of soothing pheromones diluting the ache, he might not have been able to handle the soreness from the stretching and impact at that most tender place.
What got into Du Feng?
He had never been like this before.
Before Shen Zhuo could turn over, a warm hand was placed on his lower abdomen, gently massaging and soothing it.
“Hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?”
The Alpha behind him pressed close. An Alpha’s body temperature was generally higher, which was most delightful in this winter season.
Shen Zhuo didn’t know what Du Feng was thinking. Right now, his gland energy fluctuated too much, making his [Mind Reading] intermittent. He decided simply not to use the ability.
“Are you unhappy?” Shen Zhuo was helped to turn over bit by bit, holding his waist, and saw Du Feng’s bloodshot eyes.
Du Feng paused. “How could I be?”
Relying on his heat to throw a small tantrum, Shen Zhuo pouted and repeated, “You’re unhappy.”
Du Feng: “I’m not.”
Shen Zhuo covered the hand rubbing his belly. “You’re lying to me again.”
Du Feng was so charmed by his cuteness that he laughed out loud.
“Alright, I won’t lie to you. I’ll tell you.”
Du Feng squeezed Shen Zhuo’s fingers, signaling him to let go.
“I want to lock you up so no one can see you, no one can hurt you, and you can only stay by my side.”
Shen Zhuo’s brain, which had just been clear for a moment, began to blur again.
He didn’t quite understand why there was no dark paranoia in Du Feng’s eyes when he said this, only emotions he couldn’t read.
But…
A little Omega in heat, no matter how spoiled, hopes for their partner to be happy.
The boy raised both hands, wrists together, and held them up to the man, smiling sweetly.
“Then lock me up. But only for the three days of the heat.”
“When the heat is over, I still have many things to do. When everything is finished, you can keep me forever…”
Du Feng interrupted him. “I won’t.”
The man’s eyes were like warm water, revealing an indulgent deep affection. He kissed the boy’s fingertips and whispered:
“I won’t.”
Shen Zhuo tilted his head, not quite understanding why his Alpha was suddenly happy again.
But as long as his Alpha was happy, it was fine.
As long as he was happy. He could…
“I’m hungry.” The Omega rubbed his belly.
But just as the man got out of bed to prepare breakfast, his arm was suddenly grabbed.
Du Feng turned back and smiled. “What’s wrong? What do you want to eat?”
Shen Zhuo sat on the bed, his soft black hair messy but indescribably cute. His loose pajamas had shifted, exposing most of a fair shoulder. From his neck to below his collarbone, there were dense marks.
The corners of the boy’s eyes were watery red, looking at him mistily.
His scallion-white fingertips slowly pointed down to his lower abdomen, his voice soft as if acting coquettishly:
“It says it’s hungry. It wants to eat you.”
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