The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 26

 A Whiff of a Filthy Cur 

Duan Huaijing took an incredulous step back.

He clearly remembered Xie Yun telling him that the “Eyes” was dead. Given Xie Yun’s temperament, he shouldn’t have left the man any path to survival.

So what on earth is happening?

Duan Huaijing’s back hit the cold marble of the vanity, forced into a corner by the man looming over him.

“What do you want?” Duan Huaijing’s voice shook with a controlled, furious hiss.

The flickering lights had finally died out completely, plunging the room into absolute darkness. He could only feel the man closing the distance, a warm breath ghosting against his ear.

“You,” the man whispered a sound like a soft, haunting sigh.

Duan Huaijing felt that breath travel from his ear down to his neck, lingering over the spot where a scent gland would be if he weren’t a Beta. He braced himself, expecting the man to sink his teeth in as he had done before. Instead, the man began to trace the lines of his throat with his lips, tasting him like a fine vintage, punctuated by the occasional flick of a tongue.

The sensation was maddeningly itchy. Denied his sight, Duan Huaijing couldn’t predict the next touch, making every second feel like a year. The man licked one spot before moving to the next; the wet patches felt chilled by the air whenever he moved, sending a violent shiver through Duan Huaijing’s body.

Repulsed by the feeling of saliva on his skin, Duan Huaijing reached out to push away the man who was acting like a starving stray. “Let go of me.”

Before his hand could even reach the man’s shoulder, his wrist was seized.

He let out a sharp gasp as a searing pain shot through his arm. He felt as though his bones were about to snap. “It hurts.”

The “Eyes” loosened his grip slightly but didn’t let go. His voice was a deliberate, raspy growl, thick with undisguised distaste. “Don’t touch me with a hand that has touched him.”

Duan Huaijing let out a scoff of pure disbelief. The hypocrisy. You seemed keen enough to kiss another man’s fiancé just a moment ago.

Trapped against the vanity, Duan Huaijing’s hand was forced under the tap. The man held him fast, refusing to let him retreat. To the “Eyes,” Duan Huaijing’s struggles were as insignificant as a kitten’s scratches.

What the Beta didn’t realize was that every struggle was a form of torture for the man holding him.

In the pitch black, they were merely silhouettes to one another. Outside, people were shouting about the power cut, but the darkness had sliced the world in two, creating a barrier between them and the rest of society.

The man rested his chin on Duan Huaijing’s shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating, warm scent of the Beta.

His hands are so small, so soft. I could play with them forever. they’ll get rubbed raw if I’m not careful. He smells so good. I love him, I love him. Surely one little lick won’t hurt.

The “Eyes” tilted his head, his breath fanning across Duan Huaijing’s neck. His heavy panting felt like a trail of kisses leading up to the ear. The man kissed the earlobe with exaggerated reverence before darting his tongue out to take the whole thing into his mouth.

Duan Huaijing couldn’t handle the intensity. He recoiled, his body trembling with every flick of the man’s tongue. In this chaotic, darkened world, every physical sensation was dictated by the man behind him. Every hidden, sensitive part of him was being explored in the shadows.

Satisfied, the man finally released the glistening earlobe. He leaned in close, whispering like an intimate lover. “That’s enough, isn’t it?” the Beta whimpered, his voice barely audible.

“It’s not enough. How can my baby be covered in someone else’s scent?” the man whispered, his tone possessive and natural.

Duan Huaijing’s palms were starting to feel raw. If this went on, the man would scrub the skin right off. “When will it be clean enough for you?” he cried out in despair.

In the dark, the man’s lips curved into a predatory smirk. He was like a water wraith emerging from a stagnant, mossy pond damp, cloying, and stuck to Duan Huaijing’s ear.

“I’ll just lick it clean for you, baby,” the man said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

Before Duan Huaijing could process the words, his hand was lifted. The head resting on his shoulder lunged forward eagerly to taste him. Their posture was grotesque; in the mirror’s faint reflection, they were two blurred shapes. Duan Huaijing, exhausted by the ordeal, had subconsciously slumped into the man’s embrace, his hand held back in a perverse gesture of “feeding” his captor.

The person behind him was a shadow, merging with the void. A sliver of light caught Duan Huaijing’s face, highlighting his pale skin and the feverish flush on his cheeks. He looked like a sacrificial bride offered to a demon.

The man licked his hand with religious devotion, not missing a single gap between his fingers. No one knew better than Duan Huaijing how dexterous that tongue was. It felt like a damp feather being dragged over his skin.

His scalp tingled. Part of him wanted to yank his hand away, yet another part felt a shameful urge to push deeper. It was agony.

Is this man a dog? Duan Huaijing cursed internally.

Finally, just as the Beta’s breathing became shallow and ragged, the man stopped. Despite his dizziness, Duan Huaijing scrambled to pull his hand back.

But he felt something hard and intrusive pressing against him. Without thinking, he tried to shove it aside. The moment his damp hand touched the burning heat through the fabric of the man’s trousers, his eyes widened in horror.

A small wet patch appeared on the man’s trousers, saliva from Duan Huaijing’s own hand.

The man shamelessly pressed closer. Duan Huaijing thought he heard a suppressed, guttural groan. His blood rushed to his face, mortified on the man’s behalf.

“You’re nothing but a stray in heat!” Duan Huaijing barked.

The man fell silent for a moment, then let out a low chuckle. “I can only get it up for you.”

Duan Huaijing’s expression was a picture of shock. The man laughed again and reached for his hand. Now, Duan Huaijing flinched at every movement, but his wrist was caught in an iron grip.

“Get lost! I’m not helping you!” Duan Huaijing sobbed, struggling violently. Disgusting! Filthy! If the man tried to make him do that. He swore he’d snap the thing off and ensure the man could never function again.

Suddenly, a stream of warm water hit his fingertips. His frantic thoughts were interrupted, and he opened his tear-filled eyes. A single tear escaped. Before he could wipe it away, the man behind him leaned forward and licked it right off his cheek.

“I caught it,” the man murmured, savoring the saltiness. “Didn’t waste it this time.”

Duan Huaijing felt a shiver of revulsion and pleasure. His attention remained on his hand being washed with surprising gentleness. The “Eyes” was usually a lunatic, the type who would destroy what he couldn’t have, but when he focused, he possessed a contradictory patience.

The warmth of the skin and the cool water felt like he was being treated as a fragile treasure. For a moment, it smoothed over Duan Huaijing’s defensive quills, making him crave more.

Reason eventually pulled him back from the edge. The “Eyes” is sick, am I sick too? Why didn’t I pull away? This had to be another one of his traps.

He forced himself to think of every terrible thing the man had done. By the time the man spoke again, Duan Huaijing’s heart had turned to stone.

“All clean,” the man said, lifting his hand to his nose to scent it.

Duan Huaijing felt no intimacy now. He only thought about the man’s breath breath that came from a nose that had been in a public restroom and felt a wave of nausea.

“No, it isn’t,” Duan Huaijing hissed.

The man stared at him, misinterpreting the words. He suddenly bit down on Duan Huaijing’s fingertip. “Then you’ll just have to walk around carrying my scent, baby.”

Wincing in pain, Duan Huaijing gathered the water remaining on his hands and flicked it directly into the man’s face. The “Eyes” always wore a mask, and the droplets didn’t humiliate him; instead, they caught the faint light like diamonds on a celestial being.

“You have a scent too,” Duan Huaijing sneered, staring at the bite mark on his finger. He spoke slowly, making sure every word hit home. “A scent like a filthy, pathetic cur.”

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