After Transmigrating into an ABO World with My Rival - Chapter 22.2

Suspended in a state of agonizing pleasure, Chen Yanzhi grabbed Fu Tingyue’s powerful arm, gasping out, “It feels good, it feels good, but I’m scared.”

Fu Tingyue let out a low chuckle. He continued to kiss the gland while murmuring soothingly, “Don’t be afraid, Zhizhi. I won’t hurt you. Once the temporary mark is done, you won’t feel so miserable anymore.”

In a flash of temper, Chen Yanzhi bit down hard on Fu Tingyue’s arm. He didn’t let go until he tasted a faint hint of blood, then urged him impatiently, “Then hurry up, stop, stop licking me, ah!”

Sharp teeth suddenly pierced his skin. A massive surge of pheromones flooded his gland without warning. Chen Yanzhi struggled to pull away, but Fu Tingyue held him in a death grip.

Chen Yanzhi felt as though his brain had short-circuited. His vision went white, and he couldn’t see a thing. Saliva and tears leaked from him simultaneously as he cried out incoherently, “Ah, ah, no, don’t!”

After climaxing again and again, he was completely spent, able to produce nothing more than clear fluid.

Fu Tingyue hadn’t expected the temporary marking to trigger such a violent reaction. Even though he was the one being bitten, the sensation was incredibly pleasurable, sparking a sudden, primal urge to mark Chen Yanzhi permanently.

Once the temporary marking was complete, Fu Tingyue tenderly licked away the beads of blood from Chen Yanzhi’s gland. He tilted Chen Yanzhi’s chin up, letting him lean against his chest.

Looking at the disheveled mess in his arms, Fu Tingyue felt his self-control slipping. He took several deep breaths and pulled a bath towel over Chen Yanzhi. “好了, already it is fine.” (Note: Corrected to “It’s okay. It’s over now.”)

Chen Yanzhi hadn’t recovered yet. He leaned into Fu Tingyue, his eyes rolling back uncontrollably, his expression dazed and blank.

His breathing ragged, Fu Tingyue turned Chen Yanzhi’s face toward his and kissed him deeply, sucking on the tip of his soft tongue while his hands began to wander restlessly.

Chen Yanzhi had gained some weight recently; he was no longer as bony as before. He had curves where he should, and he felt wonderful to the touch.

Lost in the passion of the kiss, Fu Tingyue had just begun to slip a finger inside when Chen Yanzhi suddenly caught his hand, cursing slurredly, “Fu Tingyue, you bastard!”

Fu Tingyue didn’t look the least bit embarrassed at being caught. He even licked away the moisture from the corner of Chen Yanzhi’s lips before asking hoarsely, “Are you awake now?”

Chen Yanzhi wiped his mouth hard and frowned. “What are you doing?”

The lust in Fu Tingyue’s eyes hadn’t fully faded, and his voice was incredibly gravelly. “Helping you through your differentiation heat.”

“Does it require this?” Chen Yanzhi looked down at himself, angrily pushing Fu Tingyue’s hand away. He pointed to his swollen lips. “And does it require this?”

Fu Tingyue laughed. He caught Chen Yanzhi’s hand, pinning it against the bedding. Leaning close to his ear, he whispered, “Chen Yanzhi, did you forget how you told me something was coming out from behind and asked me to take a look? As for the kissing, I just felt like it.”

Chen Yanzhi’s eyes widened in shock. It took him a long moment to find his voice. “You maniac! Who does that? Are we even in the kind of relationship where we can kiss?”

Fu Tingyue tossed the towel aside and stood up, lifting Chen Yanzhi in his arms and heading toward the bathroom. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I think we are.”

Still not fully conscious, Chen Yanzhi slumped weakly against Fu Tingyue’s chest. He didn’t even care that he was naked as he muttered, “Anyone watching would think you were the one in heat.”

While running the hot water with one hand, Fu Tingyue replied, “An Omega’s pheromones can induce an Alpha into an early rut. If it weren’t for my self-control, we’d be doing it for real right now.”

Chen Yanzhi said lazily, “Don’t say such scary things.”

Fu Tingyue bent down to place him in the bathtub. “Do you hate it?”

Chen Yanzhi looked up, his face still flushed and his expression dazed. “What?”

Fu Tingyue stroked his chin and cheek, his expression softening. “Me kissing you. Touching you.”

Chen Yanzhi thought about it seriously before murmuring, “It’s not that I hate it, it just feels a bit strange.”

He vaguely remembered how he had seduced Fu Tingyue and how he had begged him. Now that he was more lucid, he felt too thin-skinned and embarrassed to admit it.

He used to think Fu Tingyue’s ruts were intentional, but having experienced it himself today, he realized how terrifying it was. Without Fu Tingyue, he felt like he would have been burned to ashes by that horrifying fire. It was daunting.

Just as Chen Yanzhi finished speaking, Fu Tingyue stripped and squeezed into the tub with him, causing water to splash all over the floor.

Lacking the strength to move, Chen Yanzhi peeked at him. “What now?”

Fu Tingyue leaned in close, taking Chen Yanzhi’s soft hand. “Since you’re awake, shouldn’t you help me out? I’ve been serving you this whole time; I’m quite uncomfortable too.”

Chen Yanzhi recalled Fu Tingyue saying he would “taste it” for him, and how his tongue had persistently pushed inside. He suddenly felt a sensation from behind again. His face and ears heated up instantly. He looked away, pretending he was too weak to resist as he let Fu Tingyue guide his hand.

But Fu Tingyue wasn’t satisfied with just his hand. He tilted Chen Yanzhi’s chin, forcing him to look.

Chen Yanzhi clicked his tongue. “Don’t push your luck.”

A smile played on Fu Tingyue’s lips. His pupils were blown wide as he gazed at Chen Yanzhi with obsession. “Push where? Will you let me in?”

Chen Yanzhi stared blankly at Fu Tingyue’s handsome, seductive face. It took a few seconds for the implication to sink in.

“Can you just,” before he could finish, a potent scent of red wine hit him. Chen Yanzhi’s lower back went weak, and his recently marked gland began to throb uncontrollably. He accidentally squeezed too hard, only letting go when he heard Fu Tingyue groan in pain.

Chen Yanzhi gasped for air. A numbing weakness spread from his fingertips through his limbs. He looked at Fu Tingyue, his face wet and his forehead beaded with sweat. “Your pheromones, they’re too strong.”

Fu Tingyue leaned down until their foreheads touched. “Zhizhi, do you like my pheromones? You said you couldn’t smell them before. Take them in now.”

Chen Yanzhi was shaking violently. He splashed the bathwater aimlessly and grabbed Fu Tingyue’s hand, cursing, “Maniac! Pull them back, I, I feel sick!”

Fu Tingyue caught his hand and squeezed it. His breath was shallow. “Differentiation heat doesn’t pass that quickly. A single temporary mark isn’t enough.”

Chen Yanzhi looked up at him, his fleeting clarity dissolving into a dazed blur. “What should I do, Fu Tingyue? What do I do? It hurts.”

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll just mark you a few more times.” Pitying him, Fu Tingyue pulled him into his arms, his large hand stroking his back gently. “Zhizhi, you’ll have to stay with me for the next few days.”

Overwhelmed by the Alpha’s pheromones, Chen Yanzhi panted against Fu Tingyue’s shoulder. His already fractured thoughts became even more chaotic.

Fu Tingyue looked down at his hollow expression and let out a soft chuckle. “So pitiful. Just a little extra pheromones and our Zhizhi is stimulated to this point.”

Chen Yanzhi couldn’t speak. He could only gasp, tears flowing uncontrollably. He was a mess everywhere, but fortunately, they were in the water, hidden from Fu Tingyue’s sight.

Though seeing Chen Yanzhi so affected by his pheromones was intoxicating, Fu Tingyue feared overstimulating him. He dialed back his scent by half, carried Chen Yanzhi out of the tub, and rinsed him off under the shower.

Chen Yanzhi’s mind was gone. Being held by Fu Tingyue made him feel incredibly safe, yet his instincts screamed for more. The fire inside him raged, desperate for an outlet.

The discomfort was too much. He leaned in and bit Fu Tingyue’s shoulder, not letting go even when he tasted the copper of blood.

Fu Tingyue clicked the shower off, grabbed a towel to dry Chen Yanzhi, and carried him back to the bedroom. Chen Yanzhi clung to him like a human heater.

The moment Fu Tingyue laid him on the bed, Chen Yanzhi impatiently grabbed Fu Tingyue’s hand to guide it toward himself. Fu Tingyue sat on the edge of the bed, watching and allowing Chen Yanzhi to use his hand.

It wasn’t until Chen Yanzhi whimpered and begged for help that Fu Tingyue finally showed mercy and curled his fingers.

“Ah!” Chen Yanzhi screamed, burying his face in the pillow. His beautiful, slender waist arched perfectly in the air, his thin frame shivering piteously.

After such constant stimulation, even if Fu Tingyue were a saint, he couldn’t hold back. He flipped Chen Yanzhi over, pinning him beneath him. He cupped his face to kiss him, his hands gripping Chen Yanzhi’s narrow waist to pull him closer.

Chen Yanzhi took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck, opening his mouth to welcome the tongue, even tangled theirs together with newfound fervor. The wet sounds of their kiss began to erode the last of Fu Tingyue’s sanity.

He pulled Chen Yanzhi into a sitting position, pressing his head against his shoulder. Looking at the reddened, swollen gland, Fu Tingyue bit down without hesitation. The taste of intense lime pheromones flooded his senses as his teeth broke the skin, making him shudder with pleasure.

Under the relentless stimulation, Chen Yanzhi lost consciousness. He slumped limply in Fu Tingyue’s arms, his hands hanging at his sides like a mindless ragdoll.

Fu Tingyue, however, was unsated. Like an insatiable hound, he tasted every inch of Chen Yanzhi. Even unconscious, Chen Yanzhi’s body reacted honestly, shivering and leaking fluid.

Fu Tingyue was parched and drank his fill. Looking at Chen Yanzhi’s senseless form, he couldn’t help but wonder how hard Chen Yanzhi would cry if he were to mark him permanently.

Chen Yanzhi lost track of time. He would wake up only to be seized by pheromones and lose consciousness again. Over and over, they did everything they should and shouldn’t have done, everything except the final act.

In his rare moments of lucidity, Chen Yanzhi wondered: Can we still be friends after this?

But a moment later, the pheromones would take over, and he would initiate a kiss or beg Fu Tingyue for help. He did plenty to help Fu Tingyue in return.

At one point, Fu Tingyue also lost control. He pinned Chen Yanzhi’s waist and squeezed his legs together to stop him from escaping. His movements were rough. After differentiating into an Omega, Chen Yanzhi’s adaptability, and his body’s endurance, was staggering.

Chen Yanzhi was simply too beautiful. Everything about him was perfect. Despite having just differentiated, his body was incredibly responsive.

Driven to the edge, Fu Tingyue pressed Chen Yanzhi down and gave him another temporary mark. It wasn’t until the other man was a total wreck that Fu Tingyue finally regained some clarity.

Watching Chen Yanzhi, who had fainted from exhaustion, Fu Tingyue felt no guilt, only a sense of deep satisfaction. He could have controlled himself, but he chose not to. He was afraid that if he missed this chance, he would never be able to break the barrier between them. Moreover, Chen Yanzhi would need his help for future heats; he didn’t want things to remain ambiguous.

The heat finally broke on the fifth day. Chen Yanzhi woke up fully in the middle of the night, driven by hunger. Though Fu Tingyue had been feeding him nutrient solutions, his stomach felt like it was clawing at itself.

He stared at the dark ceiling as memories of the past few days replayed in his mind. He let out a heavy sigh, wishing for instant amnesia. He didn’t want to live anymore.

How could I do those things with Fu Tingyue? How shameless.

A hand rested across his waist. He didn’t need to look to know it was Fu Tingyue’s. He was curled into the man’s embrace, surrounded by the thick scent of red wine pheromones that made him feel inexplicably safe.

Whatever. I’ll just pretend I forgot. Otherwise, we can’t be friends.

Decision made, he closed his eyes to go back to sleep, but his stomach gave a loud, traitorous growl.

Fu Tingyue stirred, his hand naturally patting Chen Yanzhi’s shoulder. His voice was husky. “Chen Yanzhi, are you awake?”

“Yeah,” Chen Yanzhi muttered weakly. “Is my heat over?”

“It’s over.” Fu Tingyue turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. “Are you hungry?”

Chen Yanzhi awkwardly avoided his gaze and gave a stiff “Mm.”

“I’ll get you something to eat. Sleep a bit longer.” Fu Tingyue grabbed a robe and put it on, patting Chen Yanzhi’s head with an unbearable intimacy before leaving.

Normally, Chen Yanzhi would have bristled, but right now he was so embarrassed he wanted to die. He couldn’t possibly pretend he didn’t remember.

Fu Tingyue was gone for a long time. Chen Yanzhi suspected he was giving him space to process his thoughts. He tried to get up to wash, but as soon as his feet touched the floor, his legs gave out, and he slumped onto the carpet. Even though they hadn’t “done it,” he felt as if he’d been tied to the bed and tormented for three days and nights.

He decided to stay on the floor. He’d wait for Fu Tingyue to come back and carry him. They weren’t in Fu Tingyue’s bedroom anymore; no wonder the scent in the air was lighter. They must have switched rooms midway.

When Fu Tingyue returned with a bowl of hot porridge, he saw Chen Yanzhi sitting on the carpet with a look of utter despair. He hurried over, set the bowl down, and scooped him up. “Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

Chen Yanzhi looked at him but said nothing. The silence was agonizing; he didn’t know what tone to use.

Sensing this, Fu Tingyue didn’t push. “I’ll take you to wash up first.”

Afterward, the silence continued. Fu Tingyue skillfully fed him. Starving, Chen Yanzhi finished the entire bowl and still felt a bit empty, but Fu Tingyue insisted that overeating would make him sick.

Full and warm, Chen Yanzhi felt drowsiness return. He hadn’t slept properly for days. Now that the pheromones were no longer torturing him, he wanted to sleep for eternity.

He fell into a deep slumber and didn’t wake until the following evening. Fu Tingyue was gone, but the bedding and the air were saturated with his pheromones. Chen Yanzhi took a deep breath. So this is what he smells like. It’s nice.

Wait. Why am I acting like a pervert smelling his pheromones?

He realized what he was doing and shoved the blanket away as if it were a hot coal.

Fu Tingyue walked in just then and saw the look of shock on his face. Thinking he was unwell, he stepped forward to check. Chen Yanzhi dodged his hand and scrambled out of the other side of the bed, muttering, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Fu Tingyue’s hand froze in mid-air, a look of profound loneliness crossing his face. Chen Yanzhi saw it and bit his lip but ultimately said nothing, turning toward the bathroom.

When he finished his shower, Fu Tingyue was still there, sitting on a single-seater sofa, lost in thought. Chen Yanzhi curled his fingers and began drying his hair with his back turned.

He didn’t know what to say. Let’s treat it as an accident and stay friends? But they had done everything. Pretend I forgot? He was a terrible liar, and Fu Tingyue would see right through him. Silence was his only weapon.

Because of the awkwardness, he intentionally didn’t use the hair dryer, slowly toweling his hair and wondering why Fu Tingyue wasn’t leaving. He’d wasted five days; surely he had work piling up.

Perhaps his expression was too transparent, as Fu Tingyue stood up slowly under his gaze. Chen Yanzhi thought he was leaving and almost let a smile slip, but Fu Tingyue stopped right in front of him, looking down with an aggressive intensity.

The heavy scent of pheromones flooded Chen Yanzhi’s nose. He gripped his towel tight, his knees going weak. Why do I want to crawl into his arms? Why do I want more of this scent?

His heat was over. He shouldn’t feel this way.

Chen Yanzhi didn’t know that Omegas become extremely dependent on their Alpha’s pheromones immediately after a heat. They often can’t handle being apart for more than an hour.

But Fu Tingyue knew. He was intentionally releasing pheromones to see if Chen Yanzhi would push him away or embrace him.

The delicious scent was too much. Chen Yanzhi’s legs gave out, and he stumbled. Fu Tingyue was quick, catching him by the arm. The touch of those warm, dry hands sent shivers down Chen Yanzhi’s skin. The urge to bury his face in Fu Tingyue’s chest became overwhelming.

He jerked his arm away and retreated a step, his face full of panic. Fu Tingyue looked at his rejected hand, his expression turning sorrowful.

Chen Yanzhi froze, then blurted out an explanation: “Sorry, I didn’t mean it, I just feel a bit weird.”

He didn’t even realize he was walking toward Fu Tingyue as he spoke. By the time he noticed, they were inches apart. One more step and he’d be in his arms. He bit his tongue to stay lucid and tried to back away, but Fu Tingyue suddenly pulled him into a firm embrace.

The scent crashed over him. Chen Yanzhi let out a muffled moan, his whole body trembling with relief. He hadn’t wanted this, but the scent was just too good. He sniffed like a little puppy, wanting to merge with Fu Tingyue just to keep the red wine scent forever.

But this isn’t right. I’m using him like a tool.

He tried to push away, but the grip tightened. Fu Tingyue’s deep voice rumbled from above: “Omega heat刚结束 (Note: Omega heat has just ended) and they will be very dependent on the Alpha’s pheromones. This is a normal phenomenon, not you being strange. Don’t hide from me.”

Chen Yanzhi blinked. “Really?”

Fu Tingyue sighed. “When have I ever lied to you?”

Relieved of his guilt, Chen Yanzhi hugged Fu Tingyue’s lean waist and buried his face in his chest. “Let out a bit more. It’s not enough.”

Fu Tingyue complied, releasing a thicker cloud of pheromones. Chen Yanzhi sighed in contentment, leaning against him like a satisfied cat.

Fu Tingyue scooped him up by the hips and began to carry him out. Chen Yanzhi didn’t ask to be put down. He wanted to cling to Fu Tingyue like an octopus, twenty-four hours a day, just to breathe in that scent.

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