The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 17

“Let me out! Don’t just hide out there in silence—I know you’re home!”

Song Tao banged on the door, pink paint dripping off his body in clumps. When Guan Si had earlier demanded he remove the cloaking suit, Song Tao had refused, and as a result, he’d been sprayed from head to toe with paint.

What a petty, low blow.

It was a rare moment where Song Tao had actually been outsmarted.

The room they’d locked him in this time didn’t even have a window, killing any hope he had of smashing glass to make a run for it. He sat down cross-legged by the door, fuming with rage, wondering what kind of madness had taken hold of Qin Zheng.

But what was with those wings?

Was it some kind of roleplay costume?

Didn’t he just get laid last night? Is he going again tonight? Is he trying to kill himself with that kind of frequency?

Has the cold boy from back then really grown up to be a lecherous Alpha?!

What a disaster!

As he wallowed in confusion, a small hatch in the door clicked open. A chain rattled, and the wooden panel folded down to form a small shelf.

Guan Si looked through the opening. To him, the paint-covered Song Tao looked rather artistic. Despite being nearly forty, Guan Si had to mentally prepare himself for a long moment before he could finally force the words out: “You can leave as soon as you fill this cup with your essence.”

Song Tao doubted his own hearing.

He stood up abruptly, then crouched back down to align his face with the small opening.

“What did you just say?”

Guan Si was dying of embarrassment himself. Who knew what the boss was thinking! He was just a humble employee.

He pushed the cup on the shelf a little further forward. “Just once is enough.”

Song Tao let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “Let me talk to Qin Zheng.”

Despite being a prisoner, his command was imperious.

Guan Si didn’t make things difficult for him and dialed Qin Zheng’s number. The call was picked up almost instantly.

“Qin Zheng! Are you out of your mind?!”

Qin Zheng licked the blood from his lips. He was so weak his face was as pale as paper. He figured this probably did qualify as being out of his mind.

“You really want me to… produce a cup of that?”

Qin Zheng let out a faint “Mm” from his nose. He didn’t even have the energy to argue, though arguing was pointless anyway.

“Why? You pervert!” Song Tao didn’t hold back—understandably so. Under such bizarre circumstances, who could be polite?

Song Tao glanced around. “Did you install monitors? Do you want to film me and use it for blackmail?”

He sneered. “Well, your plan is backfiring. I’ll just consider it a free film shoot for the benefit of humanity.”

Qin Zheng took a deep breath. Even if Song Tao were willing, Qin Zheng would never allow such a thing to be filmed. The Qin family would not produce anything so vulgar.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

When he spoke, his voice was terribly hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against his throat.

“There are no monitors, no cameras. Fill the cup, give it to Guan Si, and you can leave. As for the reason—”

A mocking chuckle.

“I want to test what kind of genome makes a brat like you.”

Guan Si’s eyebrows twitched. He suddenly “understood.”

Qin Zheng added, “Don’t stall. Unless you want to be locked in there forever. Your cat is still waiting for you to come home.”

The call was cut off.

Song Tao didn’t believe Qin Zheng’s lies for a second, but it was incredibly frustrating not knowing what was actually going on.

Seeing his furrowed brow and piteous expression, Guan Si’s paternal instincts kicked in. After a second of hesitation, he spoke: “It’s likely related to the company’s recent biochemical research. The boss probably just wants to do a sample test.”

Song Tao looked at him.

Guan Si continued, “I don’t know the exact details. It’s a new project at the company, supposedly researching eternal youth. Mr. Qin wanting your sample…”

Probably just wants to preserve your breathtaking beauty forever.

Song Tao asked, “Really?”

“If Mr. Qin wanted to do something bad to you, he wouldn’t need to go through all these hoops.”

That was a fair point, given Qin Zheng’s temperament and power.

Song Tao huffed, took the cup, and muttered to Guan Si, “Thanks.”

Guan Si’s lips curved upward. What a good kid.

“No need for thanks.”

The small wooden board was pulled up and the hatch closed. Song Tao took a few steps into the room. He’d really lost this round!

He actually had another option: he could go on a hunger strike. He believed Qin Zheng would eventually let him go, but doing that would feel like admitting defeat.

The young Omega tilted his head back. Song Tao was not a sore loser!

Time to get to work.

Qin Zheng stared at the screen showing the Omega pulling down his trousers. He had lied—to ensure everything went perfectly, there were cameras in the room.

The feed was linked to his device. On the virtual screen, Song Tao pulled his shirt up slightly, revealing the lean muscles of his abdomen and a waist that looked full of supple strength.

He shouldn’t be watching. After all, the other person was an Omega. So, he closed his eyes and relied only on his hearing. There was nothing in the room, so Song Tao couldn’t pull any tricks.

The Omega’s voice was soft, with only the occasional muffled groan stimulating Qin Zheng’s eardrums. It wasn’t what he expected; the sound wasn’t soft or delicate at all. Instead, it sounded remarkably like his own voice when he dealt with things himself—the raw sound of an Alpha’s release.

But Song Tao was an Omega. His voice should be soft, joyful, or even tearful.

Qin Zheng’s throat bobbed. His tail flicked restlessly, wanting to seek out a certain spot. He gripped the tail, which was no longer sleek due to his lack of nourishment. That certain spot didn’t need any more “development” for now.

Qin Zheng stroked his tail while uncontrollably imagining the scene. Song Tao was surprisingly large, but since the Omega was tall, his hands were large enough to grip it firmly.

Honestly, he hadn’t expected Song Tao to grow so tall. He had been so small as a child.

The Omega’s hand would be gripping that thing, and after just a few strokes, his hand would turn red. Too delicate.

Song Tao’s shirt hem was crumpled in his grip, wringing out the pink paint. It dripped onto his shaft, being smeared around by his friction. It fell into the “forest” below like decorative flowers, sliding down the grooves of his abs, leaving a sexy pink trail like the tail of a firework. It made one want to touch it—not to wipe it clean, but to make him even messier.

And then, finally, to lick him clean, leaving his own wet saliva all over that body.

Song Tao’s brow furrowed. The thought of doing this in the Qin family’s ancestral home was quite stimulating; it was even triggering his “addiction.”

“Fuck!”

He cursed under his breath. To Qin Zheng’s ears, that was the moment the “water” flowed. Song Tao’s curse was wild and fierce. Qin Zheng’s eyelashes trembled as he struggled to keep his eyes closed.

I can’t look. If I look, then…

His front, which had been unresponsive after two days of torment, had now stood at attention without even being touched.

The other place was even more of a flood zone.

Dealing with both at once was sheer agony.

His stomach growled loudly. He was so hungry. No amount of normal food could satisfy this craving. He felt like his stomach was literally sticking to his spine.

“Nngh—”

Song Tao suddenly let out a heavy groan, the tail end of the sound trailing off into a long sigh. Qin Zheng knew instantly it was over.

His parched mouth salivated slightly, and he swallowed the moisture like it was spring water.

Song Tao closed his eyes. For a moment, a white flash went off in his mind. He remembered the shadow with wings on Qin Zheng’s window. He thought about this “sample” Qin Zheng wanted.

A male Alpha awakened as a Succubus today, causing a significant disturbance…

The news he’d seen that day flashed through his mind. He instantly snapped out of his afterglow, his eyes clearing. He opened his device as fast as he could to check the date.

The 15th! The day of the full moon.

His eyes lit up with excitement. He felt like he’d discovered the truth! But this truth was almost too scandalous!

His doe-eyes widened. His hand holding the cup trembled with excitement, nearly spilling the contents.

If Qin Zheng has awakened as a Succubus…

The corners of his lips quirked upward. The mischief in his eyes was almost tangible. This was going to be incredibly fun.

“Hey! Someone! I’m done!”

Qin Zheng found it strange that Song Tao sounded so excited.

He opened his eyes and looked. Song Tao was no longer angry; his face was flushed a healthy pink.

Men… what a species.

The hatch opened again, and Song Tao placed the cup on it, looking a bit sheepish despite himself.

“Can I leave now?”

“Please wait a moment while I deliver this to Mr. Qin.”

Guan Si, wearing disposable gloves, placed the cup on a tray and left.

Qin Zheng switched to the other cameras. He kept one eye on Song Tao and one on Guan Si until the latter knocked on his bedroom door.

Guan Si was a professional; he kept his eyes strictly ahead and performed no inappropriate actions. He respectfully placed the tray in front of Qin Zheng’s door and departed.

After a moment, the door opened a crack. A hand reached out and snatched the cup.

On the other side, Song Tao was “escorted” out of the estate.

Standing outside the main gate, Song Tao glanced toward Qin Zheng’s bedroom. If his theory was right, then what Qin Zheng wanted this “sample” for…

He licked his lip ring.

Qin Zheng must be insane.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat. Even though he’d just finished, fuck, his addiction was actually flaring up. He rushed home as fast as he could to get his toy.

Inside the manor, Qin Zheng stared at what was in his hand. He knew that if two people were intimate, there was a chance of ingesting this… but to drink a whole cup of it on its own.

Forget it. I’ll just mix it with wine.

He didn’t pour wine into the cup; instead, he poured the entire contents of the cup into the wine bottle and shook it.

He barely had the strength to shake the bottle. He couldn’t wait. Even mixed with wine, he could smell that subtle scent.

It was a fragrance that surpassed top-tier cuisine. It made his mouth water. His parched throat was now so flooded with saliva he could barely keep it in.

Sensing his change, his wings fluttered excitedly and his tail lashed back and forth.

He lost the patience to keep shaking the bottle. He brought it to his lips, hesitated for a heartbeat, closed his eyes and took a sip.

The liquid entered his mouth, rolling over his tongue and sliding joyfully down his throat.

He seemed to hear a refreshing sizzle—like a person dying of dehydration on a scorching summer day taking a sip of ice-cold soda. It wasn’t just life-saving; it was pure ecstasy.

His entire body came back to life.

He leaned back on the sofa, feeling like a withered leaf slowly unfurling until it was smooth, flat, and comfortable.

But it wasn’t enough.

He savored the last bit of flavor in his mouth. Having tasted this nectar, his rationality vanished. To hesitate now would just be pretentious.

He tilted the bottle and began to gulp it down greedily.

Logically, the taste of the wine should have been stronger, but his taste buds were hyper-sensitive to Song Tao’s essence. To a Succubus, it was sweet and delicious.

Qin Zheng’s horns regained their luster, and the fur on his tail became sleek once more.

The thought of Qin Zheng drinking his “essence” made Song Tao so excited he couldn’t stop.

All that was left was to confirm it and expose him.

Knowing Qin Zheng’s character, he’d only admit it if the evidence was ironclad.

He’d have to catch him in the act.

He’d make sure the man had absolutely nothing to say in his defense!

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