Straight Man A Was Labeled As Fake A. - Chapter 5

For a few moments during the game, Jian Song was pinned down by Lu Yingchi’s relentless play.

After thirty minutes, Jian Song stood panting, his cheeks flushed a vibrant red. Lu Yingchi held the ball at his side. Due to the intense exercise, his own cheeks were slightly reddened, though not as deeply as Jian Song’s, and his breathing was far more controlled.

Jian Song tugged at his collar and said, “You brat, you are not bad at all. Let us play together next time. That was satisfying.”

Watching Jian Song’s neck and face flushed crimson, his lips looking impossibly red and vibrant, Lu Yingchi felt his Adam’s apple bob. “Sure. If Brother Jian wants to play, just come find me.”

As they walked, Jian Song’s breathing grew increasingly labored. His face became even redder than it had been immediately after the game. Hearing the heavy, ragged gasps beside him, Lu Yingchi glanced over. Seeing that Jian Song’s face was alarming in its redness, he frowned. “Brother Jian, are you feeling unwell?”

Jian Song looked at Lu Yingchi, feeling as though the world around him was blurring. “I do not know. I feel terrible.”

A sweet, cloying scent of chocolate began to permeate the air. Lu Yingchi caught it instantly; his heart tightened as he looked at Jian Song.

Jian Song’s legs began to give way. He reached out to steady himself, and Lu Yingchi promptly offered his arm. Jian Song leaned against him. “Damn it, did playing basketball make me sick?”

Lu Yingchi’s eyes darkened. Smelling the pheromones that were constantly teasing his senses, he said in a low voice, “Brother Jian, I do not think you are sick. It is likely your rut has started.”

Jian Song’s vision was spinning. He could only lean on Lu Yingchi, pressing his entire weight against him. He shook his head. “Rut? That cannot be right. My rut clearly passed already.”

Lu Yingchi smelled the thickening scent of chocolate in the air and knew they could not stay where they were. He glanced around and spotted a disused sports equipment room nearby.

Jian Song was in a bad way. His body felt scorched, his vision was hazy, and he felt as if he were gasping for every breath. Lu Yingchi swept him up into his arms. As he was suddenly lifted into the air, Jian Song let out an unconscious sound of surprise. Thinking his grip was too loose, Lu Yingchi adjusted him higher against his chest.

Jian Song felt that this rut was strange. Usually, his ruts were marked by uncontrollable irritability, a desire to destroy everything in sight, and an urge to go mad or bite people. But this time, why did his whole body feel hot and limp? Why did he have no strength? And why, when he smelled Lu Yingchi, did he feel like he was drowning in a fragrance so rich that he wanted to bite him?

Normally, during a rut, smelling another Alpha would drive him to madness or violence. Jian Song struggled to open his eyes to look at Lu Yingchi. Could this guy not be an Alpha? Is he actually an Omega? Otherwise, how could he explain why he was not repulsed by Lu Yingchi’s pheromones?

Lu Yingchi, unaware of Jian Song’s inner monologue, carried him into the equipment room and set him down on a table. “Sit still,” he commanded in a low voice.

The simple command irritated Jian Song. He thought, why should I listen to you? Yet, his body obeyed with unusual docility, sitting upright and watching Lu Yingchi.

Lu Yingchi nodded in satisfaction, took a small bottle of air freshener from his pocket, and stepped out to spray the area where Jian Song had been standing earlier. Jian Song did not know what Lu Yingchi was doing, but as the faint scent of red wine in the air gradually dissipated, an indescribable sense of agitation rose within him. He leaned against the wall, rubbing the protruding bone on his wrist, a habit he had whenever he was distressed.

Lu Yingchi returned silently. He walked to the door; Jian Song had not realized he was back yet. His head leaned against the wall, his brows tightly furrowed in a look of endurance and frustration.

With a soft click, the door was locked from the inside. The chocolate scent grew thicker in the confined space, an intoxicating sweetness that almost overwhelmed Lu Yingchi. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. For someone so arrogant, his pheromones are surprisingly sweet.

Hearing the noise, Jian Song turned to look at Lu Yingchi, his voice weak. “Hey, go to my desk in the classroom and get my suppressants. I need an injection.”

Lu Yingchi pulled at his collar. “Brother Jian, will you be okay on your own?”

Jian Song looked at him, forcing himself to sit up. “If I am an Alpha, I cannot say I am not okay. Go.”

Lu Yingchi agreed, but he felt an itch in his heart looking at Jian Song in this state. To keep others from seeing him, he locked the door behind him. Jian Song did not know he had locked it; he only felt increasingly terrible, his body burning hot, his every breath searing.

By the time Lu Yingchi returned, Jian Song looked like a shrimp being steamed alive. As soon as the door opened, the scent of Jian Song rushed out, hitting Lu Yingchi full in the face.

Choked by the burning heat and dense chocolate, Lu Yingchi’s own pheromones spilled out uncontrollably, entangling with the chocolate before him. Lu Yingchi’s scent was that of red wine; as it wound around Jian Song’s, the result was the aroma of chocolate liqueur.

Jian Song turned his head slowly toward Lu Yingchi, his voice hoarse and low. “Hey, pull back your damn pheromones.”

Lu Yingchi’s Adam’s apple moved, and he gave a low “Mmh” as he reined them in. However, the chocolate seemed unwilling to let go, lingering and entwining itself around Lu Yingchi. His gaze shifted, and he resolutely withdrew his pheromones.

Jian Song swallowed, feeling as though something had changed after Lu Yingchi entered. He felt thirsty. “Lu Yingchi, what is the scent of your pheromones?”

Hearing the blunt question, Lu Yingchi’s expression flickered. He looked at Jian Song and, after a few seconds of silence, replied, “Red wine.”

Jian Song scoffed softly. “No wonder. I was wondering why I got so thirsty and even hotter the moment you stepped inside.”

Lu Yingchi walked over and handed Jian Song the suppressor, asking, “You cannot drink alcohol?”

Jian Song nodded weakly. “Yes. One glass and I am out.”

Lu Yingchi’s brows arched slightly. One glass? If he released his pheromones, would Jian Song not be easily drunk on him?

Seeing Lu Yingchi just standing there like a fool after handing him the suppressor, Jian Song rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Lu Yingchi, are you an idiot? You are just handing it to me? I can barely lift my hands right now; how am I supposed to inject myself?”

Lu Yingchi snapped out of his thoughts. Looking at Jian Song’s current state, his ears turned a subtle red. “Sorry, I was thinking about something.”

Jian Song held out his hand curiously. “Thinking? About what?”

Lu Yingchi did not dare say he was thinking about the two of them. He pressed his lips together and administered the injection, remaining silent. Seeing that Lu Yingchi did not want to talk, Jian Song did not press him; he just rested his head and let him finish.

As the suppressant entered his system, the scorching heat and discomfort began to subside. Jian Song let out a soft breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Lu Yingchi looked up inadvertently and was stunned by the sight.

Sweat trickled down Jian Song’s throat, and his eyes were narrowed slightly as he looked upward. Lu Yingchi’s gaze followed the path of that drop of sweat, and his own Adam’s apple moved in sync with Jian Song’s rhythm.