A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Yu Mianfeng’s coming-of-age ceremony was hosted with more grandeur than a celebration for a triumphant military marshal.

Nobles swarmed the venue, turning it into a massive gathering of high society. Anyone lucky enough to secure an invitation prepared the most extravagant gifts, utterly terrified that their offering might fail to catch the Yu family’s discerning eye.

The younger generation of every noble household had been brought along by their elders, who repeatedly and sternly drilled the same instruction into their heads: establish a good relationship with Yu Mianfeng at all costs.

Yet, as they anxiously searched for the notoriously bad-tempered Young Master Yu, they couldn’t find a single trace of him.

“Where on earth did, he go? He’s nowhere to be found!” a young man grumbled, visibly irritated after searching for Yu Mianfeng for what felt like an eternity.

He was a thoroughly pampered Omega who was usually allowed to act lawlessly at home. Being suddenly told that he had to curry favor with someone else created a massive blow to his pride. Feeling incredibly restless, he temporarily threw his family’s strict, repeated warnings to the wind and spoke without thinking.

The moment the words left his mouth, the noisy crowd abruptly fell silent. With unspoken coordination, everyone’s gaze converged on a single spot.

The Omega’s resentful expression froze. He realized instantly that the true master of this banquet had finally arrived.

The sound of shoes stepping onto the carpet was practically inaudible, but because everyone held their breath in unison, it echoed with crystal clarity in the Omega’s ears.

The young man swallowed hard. Though he was habitually willful, standing in an atmosphere like this still managed to strike fear into his heart.

The Yu family was a pinnacle aristocratic household, and the young Yu Mianfeng was its sole heir. Despite being a Beta, he possessed extraordinary talent and an iron-fisted efficiency; even Alphas dared not cross him. The Omega had heard countless such rumors, but he had never seen Yu Mianfeng in person.

An explicit order had been handed down by the Yu family strictly forbidding anyone from photographing or distributing images of Yu Mianfeng’s face.

…Was it to prevent assassination attempts?

That was something the Omega had never quite understood.

Yu Mianfeng was naturally aloof, disliked socializing, and had never attended a banquet before. Blessed with a supreme family background, his academic grades also vastly surpassed everyone else’s, making him a frequent topic of hushed gossip over tea. Someone like him seemed born to be looked up to by the world.

Even when people praised, envied, or felt jealous of him, they never forgot to add a sighing lament: “What a pity he’s just a Beta.”

But more than any of that, the Omega cared about the other rumors surrounding Yu Mianfeng that he was arrogant, domineering, ruthless, and possessed a face that was incomparably, exquisitely superior.

Yu Mianfeng’s temper was so atrocious that he would slam a bouquet of flowers right into a suitor’s face without sparing them a shred of dignity. To him, almost everyone else existed like mere insects. He was entirely indifferent to everything, only showing a flicker of interest when it came to his academic research or when he was busy bullying his classmates.

Yes, “bullying” classmates…

Yu Mianfeng’s misdeeds were just as famous across the Capital Planet as his rumored aloof, handsome looks.

Despite being a Beta, he arrogantly demanded that other Alpha’s act as his dogs a gesture of pure, unadulterated humiliation.

The crowd ahead suddenly parted, making it blindingly obvious who they were clearing a path for.

Halting his trip down memory lane, the Omega hastily took a few steps back.

The rustling of fine fabrics, the shifting crowd, and the curious gazes of those around him who were just as inquisitive as he was collectively sparked a hidden impulse inside the Omega.

He wanted to see that face for himself.

Anyone who had actually seen Yu Mianfeng kept their lips tightly sealed, and even his own Alpha cousin consistently avoided the topic.

With that thought in mind, the Omega boldly raised his eyes.

Yu Mianfeng was dressed in a pristine white suit, the red soles of his leather shoes catching the light slightly with every step. Such a mature ensemble did nothing to overshadow the vibrant, high-spirited aura of youth he possessed; his entire being radiated a subtle, effortless composure.

Looking higher, the Omega finally laid eyes on Yu Mianfeng’s face. He knew right then that he would probably never forget this exact moment for the rest of his life.

Yu Mianfeng’s expression was completely detached. He looked as though he was thoroughly impatient with the banquet, or perhaps bothered by some annoying matter. His brow was slightly knit, fitting the rumors perfectly.

He appeared to be looking for someone, his gaze carelessly sweeping across the venue without lingering on any single spot for more than a second. It was an attitude of absolute, supreme arrogance, yet it magneticly commanded the attention of the vast majority of the room.

Perhaps disliking the weight of those staring eyes, Yu Mianfeng didn’t linger. Within a few strides, he departed, vanishing from the Omega’s line of sight.

Only after Yu Mianfeng’s figure had completely disappeared did the Omega finally snap out of his trance.

If he has a face like that, I wouldn’t even mind if his temper is bad!

The Omega’s head spun with dizziness.

Did the Yu family ban photos of the Young Master because they were afraid of being hounded by obsessed suitors? There were indeed countless rumors floating around. He remembered…

Blushing furiously, the Omega let his imagination run wild while his eyes instinctively sneaked glances toward the direction Yu Mianfeng had gone.

“Stop looking. He’s already long gone.”

A flat, raspy male voice abruptly shattered his train of thought.

The Omega turned his head and discovered that his Alpha cousin had standing beside him at some unknown point, quietly observing his every move.

The silver-framed glasses resting on the man’s high nasal bridge gleamed with a cold light. Having likely just escaped the frantic networking of the main floor, his powerful Alpha aura wasn’t reined in at all.

His eyes swept indifferently toward the Omega. That single glance was so incredibly sharp that the Omega lacked the courage to look him in the eye.

The Omega blinked in terror, and in that instant, the expression on the man’s face shifted back to his usual gentle smile, making his brief displeasure seem like a mere illusion.

Was cousin standing here when Young Master Yu walked past? the Omega wondered hesitantly. If so, wasn’t my embarrassing behavior just now witnessed in its entirety?

Having been raised to be soft, naive, and innocent, the Omega couldn’t quite deduce anything deeper from the interaction. As an only child whose family granted his every whim, and facing his own blood cousin, he decided to stop hiding his feelings and confessed outright: “Cousin, I like Young Master Yu. It was love at first sight!”

From childhood to adulthood, his family would go to the ends of the earth to give him whatever he desired. This was a unique brand of confidence bred entirely from wealth and power.

This time, however, the Omega would not get his way.

“You previously claimed you would marry no one but an Alpha.”

The man poured cold water over his fantasy in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, the curve of his smile remaining completely unchanged. “Furthermore, today isn’t just Young Master Yu’s coming-of-age ceremony. You didn’t listen to a single word your mother instructed you before coming here.”

“What?” The Omega’s mind went completely blank.

The man sighed, a look of mild helplessness appearing on his face. “Young Master Yu is incredibly difficult to pursue. Besides, he is getting engaged today. You don’t stand a chance.”

He truly was exceptionally difficult to pursue.

Even though the cousin had utilized so many calculated methods, when their eyes had briefly crossed just moments ago, Yu Mianfeng hadn’t allowed his gaze to linger on him for even a fraction of a second.

His own obsessed, infatuated gaze had been exposed completely naked to Yu Mianfeng’s eyes. Yet, the other party still showed absolutely no intention of acknowledging him, treating him as though he were nothing more than a piece of utterly insignificant filth.

What a shame.

The two brothers, each harboring their own hidden thoughts, lost all desire to continue their conversation. On the other side of the room, however, whispers and discussions broke out continuously.

“That kid seriously has a face that makes it impossible for anyone to hate him.” A friend’s sigh was laced with obvious emotion, clearly recalling the rumors of Yu Mianfeng’s tyrannical behavior. “It’s just a shame his personality is so vile. A common disease among the nobility.”

Yuan Hechu neither agreed nor disagreed. He calmly turned off his screen, momentarily detaching himself from his hectic military duties, and leveled his gaze with his friend. “Are you really saying such things on the Yu family’s home turf?”

The friend shrugged.

Quite a few people around recognized them, but not a single soul dared to step forward and start a conversation. The relationship between the military and the nobility was growing increasingly volatile, and everyone was simply waiting to see which way the wind would blow.

Yuan Hechu followed his friend’s gaze toward a certain corner of the grand hall.

Yu Mianfeng had been intercepted by someone. He looked profoundly annoyed by the situation, his brow drawing together in a slight frown.

Yuan Hechu’s gaze lingered on the youth for a moment. He witnessed firsthand as the boy coldly pushed away a courting Alpha. He recalled, Isn’t that Alpha one of his own military colleagues?

After a long silence, Yuan Hechu finally retracted his gaze. He pondered for a moment before murmuring quietly, “He is still young.”

Even though Yuan Hechu said this, his eyes instinctively drifted back to fixate on the two entangled figures.

Yu Mianfeng had always detested these kinds of social scenes, but today brought a slight surprise.

The path ahead of him was completely blocked by an Alpha, forcing him to halt his steps.

The tall, heavily built young male Alpha blocking his way was dressed in a sharp military uniform. The front of his jacket was pinned full of various military merit badges reflecting numerous honors flaunting them silently like a peacock fanning its feathers.

Yu Mianfeng recalled that this man was one of the newly promoted military commanders from the commoner faction.

Before Yu Mianfeng could even deduce the man’s intentions, a torrent of bold, direct, and passionately intense words washed over him like a tidal wave.

A vibrant, crimson rose was thrust before his eyes. The man was courting him.

Realizing this, Yu Mianfeng found it even more absurd.

Is this also some sort of calculated method to humiliate me?

He, Yu Mianfeng, was the villain of this world. His role was to bully the Protagonist Gong, forcefully claim the Protagonist Shou for himself, act with extreme malice to earn everyone’s hatred, and ultimately meet his destruction. It was a cliché story with a textbook, cookie-cutter villain. It was so boring that even modern novels rarely wrote scripts like this anymore.

【Heh, to think you would actually evaluate it that way. 】

A voice laughed in a bizarre, mocking tone inside his mind.

This voice was a Trojan-virus-like entity that had manifested in Yu Mianfeng’s mind after his system went into hibernation. It was an independent consciousness that thoroughly enjoyed being sarcastic and passive-aggressive.

An incredibly noisy existence.

Yu Mianfeng had already grown accustomed to treating “him” like thin air.

【Ignoring me again. What an atrocious temper you have. 】

The voice let out an displeased click of the tongue before falling silent.

Yu Mianfeng looked at the military officer before him. He didn’t utter a single word, merely lifting his eyelids to cast a cold, patrician stare.

An arrogant aristocrat. That was how his attitude looked to the onlookers.

Some people approached him simply because they wanted to curry favor with the powerful Yu family backing him, while others literally just wanted to talk to him about anything at all their eyes darting around nervously, their faces flushed red, making their obvious infatuation clear to the entire room.

Yu Mianfeng was oblivious to this, or perhaps he knew but simply never cared. He had always maintained this exact attitude toward others.

Yu Mianfeng never spared anyone’s feelings; he acted entirely as he pleased and treated everyone with freezing detachment, even when facing a prominent commander from the military. The man held a very high rank, and they would likely cross paths again in the future, given that Yu Mianfeng was currently attending the military academy.

But for a villain, being completely oblivious to the status of others was standard behavior.

The moment Yu Mianfeng spoke; it was a brutally harsh, unyielding rejection. He didn’t even bother to offer a perfunctory excuse.

【Ha, do you treat everyone like this… That’s excellent. By that, I mean you should keep it up. 】

Inside his mind, the entity was being passive-aggressive once more.

Doing exactly as he pleased was Yu Mianfeng’s ultimate privilege. He chose to walk away without another word, leaving the crowd with nothing but the view of his departing back.

Utterly domineering, arrogant, and thoroughly spoiled. That was the definitive impression he left on everyone.

His objective for today was to humiliate the Protagonist Gong by informing him of the villain’s engagement to the Protagonist Shou. Yu Mianfeng was that very villain.

The designated time for the mission was fast approaching, yet Yu Mianfeng still couldn’t find a single trace of the Protagonist Gong. The guy, who usually stuck to him like a stubborn piece of plaster, seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

Yu Mianfeng needed to provoke the Protagonist Gong and flaunt the marriage alliance actions that sounded unmistakably villainous.

At this moment, a subtle wave of irritation washed over him, stemming entirely from his displeasure at having his time wasted.

Couldn’t the Protagonist Gong just pop out out of nowhere and let himself be bullied obediently?

Yu Mianfeng possessed zero interest in these tasks; he was entirely forced to play out the plot and merely intended to do a perfunctory job. He pulled out his communicator and fired off a few messages, but the other side didn’t even show a ‘read’ receipt.

Is he intentionally hiding from me?

Yu Mianfeng pocketed his communicator, his expression turning icy.

【Probably. After all, you’re an evil villain character; he definitely loathes you to the core. 】 The voice in his head added fuel to the fire.

Most likely.

Yu Mianfeng’s inner heart remained entirely unbothered.

After all, tonight, at his eighteenth coming-of-age ceremony, the head of the Yu family Yu Mianfeng’s father would publicly announce the engagement between Yu Mianfeng and the Protagonist Shou.

Of course, the Protagonist Shou was entirely forced into this; the marriage alliance was the direct result of the villain’s forceful coercion. It was merely completing a plot mission.

Who would ever believe that today was actually only the second time they had ever met?

The excuse Yu Mianfeng had used to placate his parents was “love at first sight.”

I have absolutely no interest in falling in love with anyone… he thought aimlessly.

A waiter approached Yu Mianfeng’s side, guiding him toward the location of his fiancé the Protagonist Shou, Lu Yibo.

The waiter pushed open the heavy wooden door, and Yu Mianfeng instantly spotted Lu Yibo.

Lu Yibo was sitting on the sofa, his head bowed as he meticulously adjusted his boutonnière. He was so focused that it looked as though he were examining a piece of precision machinery, his movements remarkably pleasing to the eye.

He didn’t seem to notice Yu Mianfeng’s presence and remained perfectly poised, not turning his head. Most Omegas preferred to grow their hair long to conceal the scent glands located on the back of their necks. Lu Yibo, however, was an exception; he wore a thick, heavy scent-suppressing patch that created a slight, visible bump on his nape.

Both Alphas and Omegas possessed fully developed scent glands on the back of their necks. Betas, on the other hand, only had degenerated, vestigial glands that were practically useless, making their presence entirely non-existent on a day-to-day basis.

Yu Mianfeng’s gaze calmly drifted away from Lu Yibo, and he instinctively took a half-step back a reaction hardwired directly into his Beta genes.

Only then did Lu Yibo seem to register Yu Mianfeng’s presence. He lifted his head.

“Xiao Mian,” Lu Yibo said with a gentle smile.

He was by no means a frail Omega. He possessed a broad frame and stood even taller than Yu Mianfeng, his every gesture elegant, refined, and carrying an air of scholarly sophistication.

“Xiao Mian” was the affectionate nickname the Yu family elders used for Yu Mianfeng. Lu Yibo had likely been coached by Yu Mianfeng’s parents before this. When those two words slipped from Lu Yibo’s lips, they carried an indefinable, nuanced weight.

Yu Mianfeng was entirely unaccustomed to such intimacy. His brow knit slightly, and just as a sharp retort reached his lips, he remembered his villain mission. He needed to display deep affection, even though his actual personality was one that couldn’t care less about anyone else.

After a brief pause, Yu Mianfeng responded hesitantly, “…Just call me by my name.”

If this had been anyone else, Yu Mianfeng would have answered them with his fists long ago especially those obnoxious Alphas who constantly used suggestive, ambiguous language to mock him.

Yu Mianfeng was a Beta. While he suffered from an inherent physical disadvantage compared to Alphas, his grades and performance metrics at the academy consistently annihilated them across the board.

But Lu Yibo was an Omega. In his mind, an Omega was an existence that required his protection.

“Alright,” Lu Yibo replied, his eyes curving with a warm, compliant smile. “Mianfeng.”

Staring at Lu Yibo’s incredibly docile and gentle demeanor, Yu Mianfeng suddenly recalled the “plot points” the system had previously shared with him.

In the original plot, the Protagonist Shou, Lu Yibo, was a textbook saint.

He had been groomed as the family heir until the age of fourteen, enduring countless hardships during that period and proving capable enough to utterly crush all his cousins. Everyone believed the Protagonist Shou would take over the Lu family until he presented as an Omega at age fourteen.

No one believed an Omega could shoulder the heavy responsibilities of a family lineage. Consequently, the Protagonist Shou degraded into a mere political marriage tool for the Lu family, enduring endless cold shoulders. His past glory vanished into thin air. He was forcefully claimed by the villain and pushed forward by his own flesh and blood like a prize token to secure an alliance.

It wasn’t until much later, when the Protagonist Shou successfully seized back the position of family head, that those relatives who had once kicked him while he was down finally begged for his forgiveness in absolute terror. The exceptionally benevolent Protagonist Shou, true to his nature, chose to reconcile with his family.

As Yu Mianfeng reviewed the years of torment the Protagonist Shou had suffered, he found it difficult to offer a critique. They were all merely products of the “plot.”

As an evil villain whose life had been rigidly predetermined, Yu Mianfeng found it hard to accurately describe the exact emotion he felt toward this protagonist. He had no desire to play the savior.

However, he knew exactly what kind of future he wanted a future that looked almost identical to the very end of the original web novel, right after the overthrow of aristocratic rule. The societal transformation in the original work had been forged in torrents of blood, and Yu Mianfeng had no wish to see things unfold that way.

To achieve this goal, he had been secretly funding and supporting numerous individuals who leaned toward the “commoner faction.” The Protagonist Shou, Lu Yibo, would go on to make monumental contributions to restructuring society.

Therefore, Yu Mianfeng had also been secretly aiding Lu Yibo behind the scenes, keeping his own identity completely anonymous. These were stories that occurred entirely outside the formal bounds of the system’s plot. Neither the villain nor the protagonist knew the full truth.

Retracting his thoughts, Yu Mianfeng stood rooted to the spot, evaluating the Omega’s face with a detached gaze. He had no intention of taking another step closer, stating flatly, “The banquet is about to begin. Let’s go.”

Lu Yibo stood up and walked toward him with long strides.

Only now did Yu Mianfeng realize that Lu Yibo, despite being an Omega, was actually slightly taller than him.

To be perfectly honest, Yu Mianfeng thoroughly disliked the feeling of being overshadowed by anyone, even when it came to something as trivial as height. He possessed a fiercely competitive nature; though he treated others coldly, he was passionately driven to defeat everyone in any arena of competition. Many Alphas who were inferior to him frequently gossiped about him behind his back, though Yu Mianfeng always considered them beneath his notice.

Being a Beta, Yu Mianfeng’s height was already exceptionally superior among his own kind. However, in the Capital Academy where Alphas practically ran rampant, Yu Mianfeng frequently had to look up slightly when conversing with people… which was precisely why he rarely gave his admirers a pleasant look.

Yet, who could have anticipated that an Omega would undergo such a genetic anomaly? Lu Yibo was actually taller than him. Well, there is a three-year age gap, and the Protagonist Shou is older than me, after all, he reasoned.

While Yu Mianfeng was lost in thought, Lu Yibo closed the distance between them.

A very faint, delicate floral fragrance drifted into his senses. Yu Mianfeng was a Beta and couldn’t smell an Omega’s actual pheromones, so this scent could only originate from the cologne Lu Yibo had sprayed on himself.

【Calculated. 】 The mental intruder sneered inside his mind. 【You need to stay far away from him… If you ask me, none of these Alphas and Omegas are good news. 】

The entity was clearly reminded of some highly unpleasant memories regarding how those academy Alphas behaved around Yu Mianfeng. Those pervasive, damp, scorching stares. As a fellow male, the intruder could effortlessly deduce exactly what kind of intimate, inappropriate fantasies those hot-blooded young Alphas were harboring in their minds.

The intruder scrutinized the smiling Protagonist Shou ahead and let out an impatient click of the tongue. This Omega is no exception.

Yu Mianfeng had long grown tired of this strange voice in his head, retorting calmly in his mind: 「The person with the most malicious intentions here is you.

The intruder fell silent for a moment before attempting to defend himself: 【I am nothing like them…】

While Yu Mianfeng was conversing internally, in Lu Yibo’s eyes, he appeared entirely aloof and lost in thought. Yu Mianfeng frequently wore this exact expression whether at the academy, in the classroom, or out on the battlefield. Staring blankly at some random point, completely isolated from those around him, like an unapproachable flower on a high, solitary peak.

And he truly was exactly like that, never leaving anyone an ounce of dignity.

Seeing that Yu Mianfeng wasn’t moving, Lu Yibo leaned in with absolute naturalness to straighten the slightly crooked boutonnière on the boy’s lapel. Before Yu Mianfeng could even attempt to dodge, Lu Yibo was already inches away.

His body went instantly rigid.

Lu Yibo’s slender fingers adjusted the fresh blossom into place, then drifted up to smooth Yu Mianfeng’s collar. The side of his finger brushed past the boy’s neck as if by accident, lingering for a mere second.

Before Yu Mianfeng could utter a single word of protest, Lu Yibo retracted his fingers and seamlessly looped his arm through Yu Mianfeng’s.

Even through the layers of fabric, the other person’s body heat was distinctly palpable. Yu Mianfeng’s arm locked up and tensed instantly.

“Let’s go, Mianfeng.”

Lu Yibo’s expression was so profoundly gentle that not a single shred of abnormality could be detected. He leaned down slightly, resting his weight gently against Yu Mianfeng’s shoulder.

To anyone looking at an engaged couple, this was an entirely ordinary gesture. However, Yu Mianfeng rarely permitted anyone to get this close to him, making him feel immensely uncomfortable.

【A giant bird trying to act delicate. 】 The male voice in his head mocked ruthlessly. 【The scent of a manipulative green tea is practically overflowing. Truly shameless, disgraceful, and utterly devoid of morals! 】

Yu Mianfeng ignored the white noise, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. There is no direct skin-to-skin contact, so this is acceptable.

Ultimately, he didn’t fling Lu Yibo’s hand away. Separated by clothing, the other youth’s temperature felt somewhat muffled.

As the two walked side-by-side, Yu Mianfeng couldn’t resist darting his eyes slightly to look at their linked arms. Both dressed in matching white suits and locked in such an intimate posture, they looked flawlessly compatible.

It felt incredibly bizarre.

Yu Mianfeng couldn’t read even a hint of reluctance from Lu Yibo’s behavior; the guy was actively taking the initiative to pull himself closer.

While Yu Mianfeng was pondering, Lu Yibo parted the heavy stage curtains. The two stepped out to stand beside Yu Mianfeng’s parents, taking their place at the center of absolute, universal attention. The guests below turned their gazes toward them in unison.

Yu Mianfeng’s mother turned her head, smiling warmly as she eyed their linked arms. In the eyes of the onlookers, they surely appeared to be a pair of deeply infatuated lovers.

Yet, between the two individuals bound by this contract, neither was participating out of genuine sincerity.

This absurd engagement was formally announced to the public by the head of the Yu family. Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, rippling through the hall without end. No one actually cared whether the two main parties were genuinely in love; the applauding nobles cared exclusively about the deeper, far-reaching web of financial and political benefits pinned behind this alliance.

The Yu family wielded terrifying authority, standing as the undisputed rulers of the Capital Planet, while the Lu family was gradually spiraling into decline. From this day forward, would the Lu family manage to rise again with the Yu family’s backing? Would the balance of noble power undergo another massive shakeup?

Congratulations were merely the superficial response; beneath the surface, everyone harbored their own hidden agendas.

Completing a plot mission turned out to be remarkably easy; Yu Mianfeng didn’t even need to exert any specific effort. The remaining task required him to locate the Protagonist Gong first… which promised to be a massive hassle. He glanced at his communicator again; the messages he had sent earlier were still sitting on unread status.

The moment the two stepped behind the curtains, completely hidden from the guests’ sight, Yu Mianfeng seamlessly and covertly slid his arm out of Lu Yibo’s grasp.

The public performance was temporarily over.

Lu Yibo released his grip and blinked, his eyes brimming with an intense, unhidden adoration that was completely different from the naked, predatory gazes of the Alphas Yu Mianfeng usually encountered.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment before Yu Mianfeng ultimately averted his gaze first. The pure, innocent, and saintly Protagonist Shou. Yu Mianfeng truly had no idea how to handle him. In the end, he could only hastily manufacture an excuse to take his leave.

Long after he had departed, Lu Yibo slowly unfurled the palm of the hand that had brushed against Yu Mianfeng’s neck.

Resting in his palm was a single flower petal, pristinely white. He had covertly stolen it from Yu Mianfeng’s boutonnière. This didn’t rightfully belong to him; he had snatched it for himself.

Lu Yibo stared at it for a long time before slowly burying his nose into his palm, drinking in the faint trace of Yu Mianfeng’s scent lingering upon it. His entire frame trembled slightly; he could no longer suppress the chaotic, thrashing excitement that had consumed his heart from the exact moment he laid eyes on Yu Mianfeng tonight.

Today’s cologne was a specific blend he had personally synthesized to mimic the exact scent of his own pheromones, and he had intentionally transferred it onto the entire boutonnière so that Yu Mianfeng would be forced to breathe it in. It made him feel as though Yu Mianfeng had already been entirely claimed by him.

He was a physically flawed Omega, born entirely without an Omega’s reproductive anatomy. Even his outward appearance leaned toward the rugged, sharp lines of an Alpha rather than the soft, delicate features of a typical Omega. From a anatomical standpoint, he was no different from a Beta.

Given his degraded, pathetic standing, no matter what kind of degrading command Yu Mianfeng laid upon him, he possessed absolutely no right to refuse.

In truth, Lu Yibo desperately wished to be commanded to do something. Anything at all.

He wanted to kiss Yu Mianfeng, exactly like he had rehearsed countless times in his dreams. Yet Yu Mianfeng’s attitude remained consistently evasive, looking completely devoid of any interest in touching him.

Lu Yibo’s expression smoothed out into a blank mask as he stared intently at the hard-won petal resting in his palm. He pinched the delicate petal between his fingers, brought it to his lips, and meticulously licked it, savoring the subtle flavor coating its surface.

The distinct aura of a Beta clung to it.

It was truly bizarre. Logically speaking, Betas possessed no pheromones whatsoever, yet he found this specific scent laced with a fatal, irresistible attraction.

With the damp petal clinging to the tip of his tongue, Lu Yibo’s tongue swirled masterfully, and with a soft smile, he swallowed the petal whole.