After Helping the Protagonist Escape From a Madman, I Became His Target [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 25

Shen Luyang couldn’t stay lying down for more than half an hour.

The image of himself “shamelessly” taking the initiative to kiss Teacher Xie kept spiraling in his mind. The sheer guilt of acting under the guise of “helping” while actually indulging in such intimacy weighed heavily on his conscience.

And here he was—the real culprit—lying unrepentantly on the victim’s lap, letting the poor man massage him!

It was utterly scandalous!

Shen Luyang tried to sit up with a surge of newfound resolve, intending to walk himself to the infirmary. But his legs wouldn’t cooperate. In the end, he had to let the “poor victim,” Xie Weihan, support him all the way there.

The infirmary lights were indeed on. Fang Yi, dressed in his white coat, was leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. He seemed indifferent to the chill, puffing away on a cigarette in the cold wind.

He stared at Shen Luyang and Xie Weihan for several long seconds in stunned silence before finally blurting out, “Holy crap. Did he break you?”

Shen Luyang’s head was still spinning, so he didn’t quite catch the crudeness. A faint scent of red wine brushed past his nose for a fleeting second, and immediately, Fang Yi jumped as if he’d been stung by a hornet, clutching his neck.

His mouth stayed clamped shut, which looked rather comical. Shen Luyang offered him a very friendly, sunny smile and gave a little wave.

Fang Yi clutched his throat, swallowed his repertoire of smart remarks, and bowed slightly with a professional, fake smile. “What an unexpected honor! Please, come in! To what do I owe the pleasure of having you two grace my doorstep on such a dark and windy night?”

“Doctor Fang, you’re so funny!” Shen Luyang gave him a thumbs-up as he passed.

Fang Yi’s mouth twitched. “You’re funnier than me.” After being threatened by that lunatic Xie Weihan’s S-class pheromones, his face was as pale as a sheet.

Xie Weihan led Shen Luyang to a chair in the inner consultation room. Fang Yi followed, covering his nose and mouth, and sat down on a stool with an exaggeratedly delicate air.

“Teacher Xie, please step outside. I am feeling incredibly fragile right now. For the sake of my continued usefulness, please have mercy on me!”

Xie Weihan ruffled Shen Luyang’s hair and leaned down slightly. His voice was deep and warm. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Shen Luyang was in a daze, yet he heard Xie Weihan’s words clearly. He unconsciously rubbed his ear and, still feeling guilty, tried to comfort him: “I’m really fine, Teacher Xie. Don’t worry.”

Xie Weihan let out an unreadable chuckle, patted the top of his head, and turned to leave.

Only after the crisp click of the door closing did Fang Yi scoot his chair closer to Shen Luyang. The young Alpha was clearly under the weather; the side effects of the pheromone exposure had blurred his vision and left him weak and aching. Yet his eyes remained bright, filled with a persistent enjoyment of the world. The slight curve of his lips made his swollen, flushed mouth look less erotic and more like the honest expression of a sincere soul.

Fang Yi reached out to peel back Shen Luyang’s eyelid for a look, then said, “Open wide.”

Shen Luyang obeyed. “Ah—”

Eyes bloodshot, throat red but not swollen, though the tongue was a bit… inflamed.

The culprit had clearly been exceptionally careful with this prey; even while teetering on the edge of losing control, he had looked after the other man remarkably well.

“Alright, stop ‘ah-ing’,” Fang Yi closed Shen Luyang’s mouth and aimed a thermometer gun at his forehead. Bip. “37.8°C. A little high, but nothing to worry about. You’ve got a strong constitution.”

“I think so too,” Shen Luyang agreed. He suddenly remembered something and gave a mischievous grin, nudging Fang Yi with his arm like they were the best of friends. “Doctor Fang, I want to buy ten more bottles of that medicine you gave me last time.”

He had promised to help Xie Weihan through his frequent ruts, and while he hated to admit it, holding hands clearly wasn’t cutting it anymore. With this kind of “intimate” contact, he was definitely going to need a lot of S-class Alpha pheromone buffer to keep himself from acting like a total lecher next time.

“How many?!” Fang Yi’s voice jumped an octave. He looked at Shen Luyang like he’d just heard a ghost story. “Teacher Shen, say that again?”

“Uh,” Shen Luyang hummed, directly slinging an arm around Fang Yi’s shoulder. He put on a look of extreme consideration, as if he were doing the doctor a favor. “My bad, I misspoke. Since we’re such good friends… eight bottles. Let’s make it eight!”

Fang Yi tried to shove Shen Luyang’s hand off, but he failed! How did an ordinary Alpha, especially one currently being ravaged by S-class pheromones, have this much strength?!

He glared at the arm. “What are you pulling? Do you have any idea how expensive that stuff is?”

Shen Luyang looked innocent. “It was twenty-something, right?” Suddenly realizing something, he leaned in and whispered secretively, “If you want a kickback, I can add ten yuan to the price of each bottle.”

Fang Yi: “…”

Shen Luyang hesitated. “Fifteen?”

Remembering a certain someone’s earlier threats, Fang Yi grit his teeth and swallowed his pride, taking a deep breath. “One hundred! Not a cent less!”

Formulating even one bottle of that stuff nearly cost him half his life. He had truly misjudged this guy; birds of a feather really did flock together. Their hearts were equally black.

Shen Luyang agreed, though he looked like he was in physical pain over the price.

Fang Yi pulled out the small metal box again and took out a glass bottle filled with pink liquid. It was several times larger than the one he’d sold him before, and instead of a dropper, it was a spray. “Close your eyes, open your mouth.”

Shen Luyang complied.

With the sound of the mist, a strange liquid carrying the scent of medicine and wine diffused over his face and into his mouth. It was much more potent than the previous dose, tasting like a light liqueur—sweet and delicious, but not intoxicating. Within seconds, Shen Luyang felt his vision clear completely, and the lingering weakness and headache eased significantly.

Fang Yi stopped after one spray and explained, “Don’t overdo it with this concentration. You’ll get ‘addicted’.”

Shen Luyang arched an eyebrow in curiosity, but seeing that Fang Yi wasn’t going to elaborate, he didn’t press. Rather than a simple school doctor, Shen Luyang was leaning toward the theory that Fang Yi was Xie Weihan’s private physician, stationed at the school to handle any S-class emergencies.

“By the way,” Shen Luyang took the eight small bottles of pink liquid from Fang Yi. “Doctor Fang, do you have anything that can get rid of the smell of pheromones?”

“The smell?” Fang Yi glanced at him. “Yours and Xie Weihan’s?”

Being called out again didn’t fluster Shen Luyang this time. Banking on the fact that the doctor wouldn’t leak Teacher Xie’s secrets, he nodded shamelessly. “Yeah.”

“Aside from me, you, and Xie Weihan’s family, no one knows exactly what his pheromones smell like,” Fang Yi said while rummaging around. “Once they’re merged, they’re even harder to distinguish. Why bother hiding it?”

Shen Luyang thought for a moment. “Last time Teacher Shi from the second year and Teacher Xie had a simultaneous rut. Teacher Shi knows too.”

“Impossible,” Fang Yi waved a hand dismissively. “Xie Weihan definitely made him ‘forget’.”

Hypnosis, Shen Luyang realized.

Fang Yi handed the pheromone-masking spray to Shen Luyang. His gaze sharpened, and his expression suddenly turned serious. “Teacher Shen, as Xie Weihan’s ‘Observer’ and private physician, I need to ask you a few questions. I expect honest answers.”

The smile on Shen Luyang’s face faded slightly. He gestured politely. “Go ahead.”

Fang Yi’s fox-like eyes were piercing, as if they could see right through a person. He spoke slowly: “When you woke up just now, had you lost the memory of the past few hours?”

The question was phrased delicately, not Fang Yi’s usual style. Left to his own devices, he would have asked, “Do you remember how Xie Weihan played with you just now?” But the threat Xie Weihan had made at the door still left his temples throbbing with a sharp pain. He didn’t dare.

Fortunately, Shen Luyang understood. A series of images flashed through his mind, and he scratched his cheek awkwardly. “I remember it very clearly.”

Fang Yi’s brow quirked. He remembers?

An S-class Alpha was an existence that defied common logic, possessing a lethal allure for Alphas, Betas, and Omegas alike. If they wished, they could easily manipulate someone into a fatal heat or a state of mindless devotion. The only sign would be the other person forgetting or having a blurred memory of the process.

Resistance was impossible. A single instance of “manipulation” would leave the weaker party with an intense craving and dependency, even begging for a second or third time.

For an S-class Alpha who had just awakened during puberty and couldn’t yet perfectly control their scent, even an unintentional, non-aggressive leak was lethal to classmates of the same age. Greedy, reckless children would develop intense worship and adoration for the S-class Alpha, doing anything to win his attention and desperate to be the “special” one.

Unfortunately, from the moment of his birth, Xie Weihan was void of the emotion known as “love.” To him, those people were merely clowns. He would watch the drama of them fighting and bleeding for his “favor” with amusement. He held no sympathy.

Fang Yi pulled his thoughts back and looked at Shen Luyang. The man’s eyes were darting around in embarrassment, reflecting an innocent ignorance of the future and a natural, sunny disposition. Xie Weihan hadn’t “manipulated” Shen Luyang. He was being gentle—to an extent that was entirely unlike him.

But Fang Yi didn’t optimistically assume Xie Weihan had suddenly become “human.” He likely just had a deeper desire waiting to be satisfied and had chosen this seemingly gentle path to get there.

“Alright, second question,” Fang Yi said, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes darkening. “Are you helping Xie Weihan through his frequent ruts of your own free will?”

Shen Luyang didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Fang Yi looked him dead in the eye. “Why?”

Shen Luyang thought about it, seriously analyzing his own heart. “Because Teacher Xie is a good person. He’s been great to me, and we’re good bros. He’s helped me a lot, and… honestly, he’s just so beautiful. Someone that good-looking shouldn’t have to suffer. I want to help him. I don’t need anything in return…”

“Fine,” Fang Yi cut him off, looking at him like he was a complete simpleton. “We’re done. You can go. If you run into any problems in the future, you can come to me.” From the moment Shen Luyang helped Xie Weihan, Fang Yi had one more person to watch over.

Shen Luyang stood up with his medicine. He stopped as he reached the door, sniffed the air, and turned back. “Doctor Fang, do your pheromones have some kind of medicinal effect? They smell really… soothing.”

Fang Yi turned back to organize his kit, saying lazily, “It’s a common trait of ‘Observers.’ From birth, our pheromones have a calming effect on a designated S-class or top-tier Alpha. No need to be jealous. You’re much more useful than I am.”

Shen Luyang looked thoughtful. He thanked Fang Yi again and turned to leave.

Fang Yi hesitated, then turned around one last time. His voice was low and somber. “One last warning: be careful not to develop any feelings for him based on positive needs. He will never be able to give you an equal return.”

Shen Luyang’s hand froze on the doorknob.

“He is like a perfect dream. You can stay asleep for a long time, but eventually, you have to wake up and face the ruined reality. You can never bring anything back with you from a dream.”

Shen Luyang was quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned around, a carefree smile on his face. “Didn’t I bring back the memories?” he asked, his voice trailing upward. “I remember what happened in the dream.”

Fang Yi was stunned.

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