The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 18

“One little kitten with four little paws, two little ears and a swishing tail~ Two little kittens with eight little paws…” Song Tao sang his own “Kitten Song” (adapted from the “Crab Song”) while petting the three young kittens. They were growing fast; in just a few days, they had already become fluffy and distinct, and their fur felt incredibly soft to the touch.

He picked up Zhenzhu’s tiny paw and pressed gently on the pink beans. The kitten squirmed as if acting spoiled, its little tail curling up instinctively to cover its private parts. It was unbearably cute.

A kitten this precious looked like it could be gobbled up in one bite.

Baoshi was practicing “kitten boxing” with Puyu, the two of them meowing and batting at each other in the crook of his arm. At the foot of the bed, Black Snow Princess and Black and White Knight were being all lovey-dovey. Meanwhile, Mantou sat on the windowsill, gazing outside and licking its paws occasionally—it seemed it had finally realized it actually had a home.

On a rainy day like this, staying in bed surrounded by kittens was the definition of pure bliss.

Song Tao figured Qin Zheng wouldn’t be going out today either. He was likely hiding in the old estate to endure the final day of his monthly cycle. Song Tao amused himself by picturing “Succubus Qin Zheng” imagining the tall, muscular man with cute little horns, tiny wings, and a suggestive heart-shaped tip on his tail.

Heh.

Quite a spicy image.

His slender fingers traced the tail of a kitten, as if tracing the imaginary tail of a certain succubus. Song Tao spaced out, his fingers stroking from the tip of the tail all the way down to the base.

A tiny paw suddenly “thumped” onto his wrist.

Zhenzhu: “Meow~”

It was as if the kitten was saying, any further would be impolite.

Song Tao snapped back to reality and guiltily tapped Zhenzhu’s pink nose. He scrambled up and opened his device to start studying. When your mind wanders, study! When you’re overthinking, study! When you don’t know what to do, study! Eventually, you’ll realize the sea of knowledge is endless, so you might as well turn back toward the shore.

Still, he had to learn.

He was only on a temporary leave of absence and would eventually return to campus. He opened “Mechanical Instruction Version 3.0” on his device. Dense text and incredibly complex 3D diagrams appeared in mid-air—to the uninitiated, it looked like a foreign language.

His elective, Engineering and Mechanics, was known as the hardest subject in the Empire. Its breadth and depth were staggering; the sheer volume of rote memorization required was enough to make anyone lose their mind. On top of applying basic knowledge, one needed original thought, design skills, and innovation. It was a killer.

However, anyone who managed to graduate from this department could essentially take their pick of jobs. Moreover, he was enrolled in the First Imperial Academy; even the Imperial Government would scramble to recruit him. It was a popular major, but since the grade requirements were so high, those who actually got in were as rare as phoenix feathers.

After studying for a while, Song Tao left the bed and headed to the balcony to take the cloaking suit into his workshop. The workshop walls were covered in tools, and there were high-end machines for micro-adjustments.

Song Tao changed into cargo pants and a black ribbed tank top. He put on his high-precision display glasses, looking like someone who had traveled back from the future. Once he pulled on his gloves, he began to dismantle the cloaking suit.

It was his first time taking apart something this expensive, and he was feeling a bit excited.

It was complex, delicate work. His goal wasn’t destruction, but research. He took photos and notes as he worked. Unlike his usually lively personality, his notes were strictly “STEM-style”—orderly, rigorous, and precise.

Time flew by. When Song Tao was in the zone, he forgot to eat and drink. Before he knew it, the sky outside had turned black, and a torrential downpour had begun—the first real storm of the summer.

Thunder roared, making Song Tao shiver. Luckily, he kept his hands steady; otherwise, a screw almost invisible to the naked eye might have been lost forever.

He looked out the window.

Raindrops hammered against the glass in a dense rhythm. Song Tao left the workshop and turned on every light in the house except for Su He’s bedroom, then went back to work.

On the other side of town, Qin Zheng was fighting his final battle of the month. He was like a soldier holding his ground, relying on the “ammunition” he had obtained the night before to fight a life-and-death struggle against his cursed succubus instincts.

It was raining outside.

It was raining “down there” too—a muddy, messy downpour.

He suspected that if anything were to enter him right now, it would be soaked to the point of swelling. For an Alpha, this was the most cruel punishment imaginable.

His gaze fell on the wine bottle from yesterday. The contents were gone, but maybe if he added a little water, there would still be some flavor left.

Qin Zheng did exactly that.

He added water, shook the bottle, and sipped it carefully. His sensitive taste buds did indeed catch a trace of life-saving sweetness. He let out a comfortable hum and leaned back, his arm draped across the back of the sofa. He gripped the leather, loosened it, and gripped again, wanting to wrinkle and tear the sofa—but what he really wanted to catch was Song Tao. To catch him…

Qin Zheng opened his mouth toward the empty air, making the motions of sucking and swallowing.

His head was tilted back, his face flushed with a look of pure ecstasy.

It looked incredibly lewd.

He even closed his eyes and extended his tongue, as if circling some non-existent cylinder.

Like a dog in heat.

As for whose image Qin Zheng was conjuring in his mind… only he knew.

After a while, his tongue stopped. He opened his eyes, which held a flash of shock and a trace of anger toward some unknown person.

He pulled his tongue back, waiting for it all to end with a cold expression.

“Wow, such a blue sky~”

“Wow, such white clouds~”

Song Tao was like a little robot, full of energy early in the morning. He opened the window and reached out; his arm looked like it was made of jade under the sunlight. He pulled it back instantly.

His exquisite face crumpled. “Wow, such a burning sun.”

The thought of having to go out with Wei Siqi in this weather made him want to be an unreliable person.

He went to wash up, lamenting his fate.

Su He had left him breakfast before rushing off happily to his new job.

Song Tao sipped the delicious wonton soup, eyeing the note Su He had left: Wontons in the pot! I’m off to work~ I’m finally going to see big stars! I’m finally doing work related to my studies! Love you for eight lifetimes.

Song Tao smiled.

Su He was a film major. Qin Zheng had arranged for him to join a film crew as a director’s assistant. One had to admit, Qin Zheng’s subordinates were very efficient.

After breakfast, Song Tao dyed his hair again. This time, it was a cool, handsome white-to-blue gradient.

Done in fifteen minutes.

He paired it with asymmetrical large earrings, black distressed casual pants, and a white designer shirt with safety-pin details.

He looked so “cool” he could give someone rheumatism just by walking past.

Wei Siqi sent a message: At the bottom of the building. Boyfriend, please come down.

Your father is coming down right now.

Song Tao replied as he headed downstairs. The elevator was still creaking. Heaven knows how hard it was for a “Mecha student” (the nickname for Engineering and Mechanics students) to resist tearing the elevator apart to fix it!

The reason he didn’t was simple.

There was no money in it and it was a hassle. He didn’t have an overabundance of charity.

Would people understand if he delayed their commute for an inspection?

If parts needed replacing, was he supposed to go door-to-door to collect fees?

If something went wrong later and caused injuries, would he have to take the responsibility?

Considering all that, it was impossible to take action.

Song Tao ran as fast as he could from the building to where Wei Siqi had parked his aircraft, letting out a “monkey screech” as he dived inside.

“I’m roasting out there!”

“Brother Hou Yi, come and shoot down this sun!”

Wei Siqi: “Since you called, I had to come.”

Song Tao looked at him, his colorful lips parting as he enunciated clearly: “Get lost.”

Wei Siqi didn’t get lost; he flew the aircraft away with his temporary boyfriend.

Song Tao fixed his hair in the mirror. “It’s a deal. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend, but you have to be my ‘grandson’ (subservient) today.”

Basically, opening the safe had yielded a bunch of his photos. Wei Siqi’s dream of getting rich had been thoroughly shattered, but he’d already bragged to everyone when he ran away from home. Since the photos were of Song Tao, he felt a bit guilty, and besides, Wei Siqi had practically begged him on his knees.

So, he graciously agreed to play the part, meet the family, and let Wei Siqi save face.

After all, in the eyes of the public, why would an Omega like him be with a Beta like Wei Siqi? It must be because the Beta was very capable.

He couldn’t help it; his face and gender spoke for themselves.

As the aircraft headed toward the city center, Song Tao was shocked when he realized they were going to eat at Penglai Pavilion.

That was one of the top restaurants in Seko City. The owner was Meng Changqing, one of the city’s big shots and the boss of the area where Song Tao lived.

A single meal there cost at least ten thousand per person.

He had to clarify: “I’m pretending to be your boyfriend for free. You better not try to pick my pocket.”

Wei Siqi rolled his eyes. “Where’s the trust after all these years of friendship!”

“It’s because we’ve been friends for years that I know you! If you don’t find money on the ground, you consider it a loss. Why would I trust you!”

Wei Siqi smirked. “You can rest easy this time. My eldest uncle is paying. We’re here, let’s go.”

“Now I’m even more worried,” Song Tao said solemnly. Facing Wei Siqi’s confusion, he added, “I need to save plenty of room in my stomach for a feast!”

Coming from those innocent “doe-eyes,” such a cute remark would have enchanted anyone else. But between brothers, Wei Siqi just cursed: “Pathetic. Get out of my noble aircraft.”

The two bickered as they entered the restaurant and headed for the top floors—the higher the floor, the more expensive the menu.

Song Tao marveled, “I knew your family had some pull, but I didn’t realize it was this much.”

Wei Siqi, who hated relying on his family, remained silent.

There were only three large private rooms on this floor. Song Tao followed Wei Siqi toward the “Heaven, Earth, and Humanity” room. As they passed the “Universe and Primordial Chaos” room, his nose twitched. A familiar scent lingered in the air.

Before he could identify it, Wei Siqi pulled him along. “Take my arm.”

Song Tao hooked onto his arm with a look of disgust. “Let me make this clear: this is the maximum amount of physical contact allowed. If you dare to try and kiss me—”

Before he could finish, Wei Siqi let out a gagging sound.

Wei Siqi frowned. “Don’t say such disgusting things. I am a dedicated gay man.”

The two entered their room and the door closed.

Qin Zheng emerged from the “Universe and Primordial Chaos” room, with Meng Changqing following closely behind.

Meng Changqing was twelve years older than Qin Zheng and used to call him “Little Zheng” back in the day. Now, however, he addressed him formally: “Mr. Qin, since the misunderstanding has been cleared up, as they say, let’s settle our grievances over a drink. My family has something to celebrate today; why not join us for a glass?”

Qin Zheng had destroyed several blocks of Meng’s shops. Now that both sides intended to patch things up, he was naturally willing to show some face.

“As long as you don’t find me intrusive.”

“Of course not. It’s the day my nephew brings his boyfriend to meet the family. Having you there would be an honor for them. In fact, Mr. Qin, you can help me size up this nephew-in-law of mine.”

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