Newlywed Roommate (ABO) - Chapter 4
Xiang Zhiqing once had a wooden puppet.
He had been born with a frail constitution, and when his adoptive father first found him, he was so thin and small that while other three-year-olds could carry sacks of rice, he would be gasping for air just lifting a bucket of oil. To build up his strength, his father had a bodyguard friend start teaching him martial arts at age four and even crafted a life-sized wooden puppet for him.
During the day, he would stake the puppet into the dirt and practice his strikes against it, but once night fell, he would secretly wash the puppet clean, tuck it into his arms to sleep, and stroke its head while whispering, “Thank you for your hard work today.”
It was the only partner and toy of his childhood.
Now, Xiang Zhiqing felt like he was holding his little puppet again.
When practicing with his puppet, he had always focused on form rather than raw power, so the puppet had never been damaged. Instead, because they slept together every night, it had become incredibly smooth and pleasant to touch.
He held his little puppet just like he used to, stroking its slick back.
It felt so good.
So smooth.
He rubbed back and forth, over and over, until he suddenly froze.
Wait.
His little puppet was straight and rigid, it didn’t have a backside.
Besides, his puppet had long ago been smashed to pieces by bodyguards under the young master’s orders.
Xiang Zhiqing’s mind went blank as he gave it a little squeeze.
It was soft!
Xiang Zhiqing snapped awake, nearly jumping out of his skin. He jerked his eyes open and yanked his hand back, followed immediately by a sharp “rip!”
In the dim room, lit only by the streetlights and moonbeams filtering through the window, Xiang Zhiqing saw the silky fabric of a pajama top fluttering in the air. His roommate was staring at him with pure fury, eyes rimmed with red from anger.
Xiang Zhiqing: “…”
His conscience prickled.
Trying to keep his cool, Xiang Zhiqing attempted to make amends: “…How much did those pajamas cost?”
The roommate’s fist seemed to creak as he gritted out, “Thirty thousand Star Credits.”
Xiang Zhiqing: “…”
He strongly suspected his roommate was trying to scam him.
Even though he was a transmigrator, he wasn’t an idiot. While cleaning the room, he had seen a price tag for a dog collar that cost thirty-five. This suggested that the purchasing power of this world’s currency was similar to his original world.
Furthermore, his roommate lived in a shared rental and bought poor-quality dog collars for thirty-five dollars, he didn’t look like the type of person who would drop thirty thousand on pajamas.
Xiang Zhiqing was certain he was being extorted.
But he had no proof.
A moment later, looking at the roommate’s white-knuckled fist, his tensed body, and the angry flush creeping across his exposed skin, it clicked—his roommate was extorting him on purpose because he had squeezed his butt.
Xiang Zhiqing: “…”
Do you want to squeeze mine back or something?
Sigh.
Xiang Zhiqing sighed and accepted his fate.
Xiang Zhiqing had torn his clothes and then had the audacity to enthusiastically ask how much they cost.
An Chun answered, “Thirty thousand Star Credits.”
Xiang Zhiqing didn’t speak, but An Chun felt as though he heard another faint sneer.
Star Credits were the currency of the Star Network. Users could earn vast amounts of them by checking in, playing games, or answering questions on forums. Because they were so easy to obtain, in some people’s eyes, goods bought with Star Credits were equivalent to cheap trash that others had discarded.
They were indeed cheap.
One Federal Dollar could be exchanged for a thousand Star Credits. If An Chun had used Federal Dollars, the pajamas would have only cost thirty dollars.
Seeing An Chun in his cheap pajamas, his skin covered in mottled traces of an allergic reaction, seemed to dampen Xiang Zhiqing’s interest in toyng with him. The Alpha let out a lazy yawn, picked the quilt up from the floor, pulled it over himself, and said, “Got it. Go to sleep.”
But An Chun couldn’t sleep.
Every toss and turn, every breath from the person beside him filled him with terror. Like a startled bird, he repeatedly reached under his pillow to touch the fruit knife he had hidden, seeking a tiny shred of security and comfort.
Yet, he knew clearly.
Even with that knife, he couldn’t leave a scratch on this powerful Alpha.
He even doubted if the blade could even touch the man’s skin!
“Phew…”
The Alpha turned over again.
His position shifted from lying flat to facing An Chun.
The Alpha’s breath brushed against An Chun’s face, sending wave after wave of goosebumps down his arms. As a reflex, An Chun reached out once more to touch the knife under his pillow.
“Clap!”
This time, however, Xiang Zhiqing reached out and grabbed An Chun’s wrist.
An Chun went rigid.
“It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing?”
Xiang Zhiqing opened his eyes in the darkness, his voice laced with a chilling, mocking edge.
An Chun’s mind went blank.
“What’s under the pillow?”
Xiang Zhiqing’s rough, powerful fingers slid up An Chun’s wrist and easily retrieved the fruit knife.
No!
He couldn’t let the Alpha find the hidden knife, and he certainly couldn’t let him take it! Given Xiang Zhiqing’s temperament, An Chun feared the man would use the very blade he had hidden to “paint” all over his body!
An Chun threw all his strength into grabbing and covering it!
Xiang Zhiqing pushed him away with effortless ease, pulled out the folding fruit knife, and then—
Snap.
With a slight flex of two fingers, he snapped the blade in half right in front of An Chun.
An Chun was stunned.
Holding the broken shard, Xiang Zhiqing looked up at him with a cold smirk, like a coiled venomous snake.
An Chun felt a chill wash over his entire body.
He knew he was finished.
Xiang Zhiqing was nearly driven to laughter by his roommate’s antics.
A martial artist’s hearing was far superior to a normal person’s, and his roommate had been rustling around like a little mouse instead of sleeping.
He had already agreed to pay the thirty thousand, what more did the guy want?
Xiang Zhiqing rolled over.
The roommate started fumbling under the pillow again.
Xiang Zhiqing covered his ears.
The roommate kept touching whatever was under there.
Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes passed.
By the time Xiang Zhiqing was finally exhausted, his body relaxed, his breathing grew long, and he instinctively rolled into his most comfortable position, just on the verge of falling asleep…
The roommate made another noise.
Xiang Zhiqing: “…”
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He was actually laughing from sheer frustration.
Xiang Zhiqing grabbed the roommate’s hand and reached under the pillow himself.
“It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing? What’s even under here?!”
What on earth is under this pillow?!
Xiang Zhiqing felt around and immediately found a small object. He pulled it out and saw it was a green plastic thing, only about as long as a finger, shaped like a little dinosaur—it was a folding product.
Xiang Zhiqing opened the folded item with one hand.
Crack.
The poor-quality plastic toy snapped into two pieces between his fingers.
Xiang Zhiqing: “…”
He went numb.
Is this roommate going to scam me for another few tens of thousands?!
Slowly, very slowly, still holding the broken plastic toy, he looked up at his roommate.
He gave a sheepish, guilty, and somewhat placating smile.
An Chun knew he was finished.
The expensive, sharp fruit knife, rumored to be able to slice through a coconut with ease, had been snapped in two by hand.
The green blade at the break-point shimmered with a cold, hard light under the moon.
And Xiang Zhiqing was looking at him with that cold smirk.
An Chun’s blood ran cold.
At the height of his terror, a strange calm emerged. Seeing Xiang Zhiqing approaching with the broken blade as if to slit his throat, An Chun released his pheromones.
He suffered from a genetic and gland defect, meaning he couldn’t receive or emit pheromones normally.
While a regular Omega could control their glands to release a faint scent, for An Chun, releasing pheromones was like opening a floodgate, once he started, everything came out at once.
The cloyingly sweet scent of an Omega instantly filled the entire room. The staggering concentration was like the most blatant provocation imaginable, causing the Alpha to stop his movements immediately.
An Chun knew what he was doing.
But to avoid being beaten to death, he had to please his husband in this shameless way.
In truth, from the moment he accepted the matched marriage, An Chun had accepted the fact that he might be marked. The fruit knife he carried had only ever been intended to resist an Alpha’s lethal abuse.
After all, even if he were lucky enough to kill Xiang Zhiqing, he would be imprisoned and eventually matched with another Alpha. Unless he could pay the five-million-dollar fine to dissolve the marriage, it would be an endless nightmare.
But he had messed up.
He was too panicked, too scared, and too inexperienced.
Before the Alpha had even truly begun to abuse him, he had already thoroughly enraged his husband.
It was only at this moment that An Chun realized with startling clarity, he was so unwilling to die.
His pajamas were already in tatters, leaving his back almost entirely bare. An Chun didn’t take them off but instead let the ruined fabric hang off him as he leaned in. He gently took the Alpha’s hand, removed the broken blade, and dropped it.
The concentration of Omega pheromones in the air was enough to trigger any sensor alarm and set any single Alpha’s heart racing.
His husband was no exception.
The Alpha immediately had a physiological reaction; his muscles tightened, and his heart rate sped up. He let An Chun take the broken blade and stared at him with interest, a smile spreading across his lips.
Like he was watching a prostitute pulling out all the stops.
An Chun had worked as a cleaner in high-end clubs and had seen how other Omegas pleased Alphas. You had to throw yourself into their arms, you had to kiss, you had to…
An Chun lowered his eyes.
He would use the lowliest way to please his husband.
He knelt on the bed.
His pale fingers reached for the hem of the Alpha’s shirt.
Xiang Zhiqing felt a sense of dread.
That plastic toy he accidentally broke seemed to be something very important; the roommate’s expression was even worse now than when his pajamas were torn.
He moved the plastic wreckage toward the roommate, wanting to ask how much he needed to pay for this one.
But he stopped before the words came out.
Hmm… I shouldn’t ask like that. It sounds like a provocation.
And the little thing in his hand really didn’t look like it was worth much, but the roommate’s reaction was so intense—could it be some priceless heirloom?
Xiang Zhiqing was torn.
Just then, the roommate leaned over, took the half-broken plastic toy from his hand, and tossed it aside.
His expression was calm, eerily so.
Xiang Zhiqing’s body tensed instantly.
He had only ever seen that look on the face of a serial killer.
Even though the roommate looked weak and completely harmless… what if?
Past experience told Xiang Zhiqing never to let his guard down against any opponent.
So, he waited to see how things would unfold, keeping his body coiled for action while maintaining a relaxed, slightly smiling facade.
Sure enough!
The roommate moved!
He threw back the quilt, knelt on the bed, and reached toward Xiang Zhiqing—
In a flash, countless reactions raced through Xiang Zhiqing’s mind.
Should I stop him? Should I dodge? Should I immediately pin his hands and tie him to the bed?!
Logically, that’s what he should do, but…
But the roommate had no internal energy, looked truly incapable of harming a fly, and wasn’t hiding any weapons. Most importantly… he had transmigrated. This might not be the world of ancient martial arts anymore, and his roommate wasn’t that psychopath he had finished off before.
What if the roommate was just really angry and wanted to punch him? After all, he had broken something important.
Should I just let him hit me?
Maybe it would save him a few tens of thousands.
Xiang Zhiqing made a quick decision, relaxing his muscles to let the roommate strike.
But the roommate’s hand gesture was wrong, there was no force behind it, and it wasn’t a fist. Was he going to pinch him?
Xiang Zhiqing fought his instincts and relaxed, ready to be pinched.
**
The roommate lifted the hem of his shirt.
The roommate touched the skin of his abdomen.
The roommate…
Xiang Zhiqing’s eyes snapped wide, his mind went blank. Just as the roommate was about to pull his pajama pants down completely, Xiang Zhiqing finally reacted. He grabbed the roommate’s wrists and pinned him firmly to the bed!
Xiang Zhiqing was horrified!
A cold sweat broke out on his back in a second!
He never imagined his roommate could be this vicious!
He had only accidentally broken a plastic toy, and now the roommate was trying to break his XX!
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