The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 24

Qin Zheng let out an uncontrollable whimper—the muffled sound of a mouth being filled to capacity. The world seemed to hit the pause button. Both men, momentarily stunned by the situation, were swallowed by the night, sinking into a deeper darkness, into that forbidden territory.

It was only natural for Qin Zheng to be dazed.

But why was Song Tao, the culprit, also in a daze?

Oh.

Because it felt far too good.

The intruding object pressed directly against the soft surface of the tongue. It pulsed excitedly, and the brief separation from the tongue pulled a thin, glistening thread of moisture from the damp tip.

The sweet flavor left Qin Zheng with nowhere to hide.

Song Tao’s doe-eyes narrowed in a mix of predatory intent and pure bliss. For a split second, in his grey-blue pupils, he saw Qin Zheng sprout a pair of adorable horns with a black-to-purple gradient. A pair of small, fluttering wings caused the silk robe to slip away, and the diamond-shaped growths beneath the wing-bones shimmered like beautiful gemstones.

Even though Song Tao had deduced and firmly believed that Qin Zheng was a Succubus even though he had imagined the image countless times—the reality made his prior fantasies seem bland and shallow. At that moment, Song Tao’s heart skipped a beat.

He was unexpectedly cute and sexy.

The next second, a sharp pain shot through the object occupying the man’s mouth, causing Song Tao to retract it with instinctive speed.

Fuck!

It almost got bitten off. This Succubus was not playing nice.

Qin Zheng shoved Song Tao off with violent force. He practically flew off the sofa, crashing heavily into the nearby coffee table. The impact was so hard the heavy table slid backward. Song Tao felt like several ribs might have snapped; he ground his teeth and let out a muffled groan of pain.

Pale-faced, Song Tao sat slumped on the floor, curled into a ball as he gulped in the hot air to manage the pain.

Even so, it didn’t make him behave. When he looked up, Qin Zheng had just stood up from the sofa. The robe was hanging precariously by its sash, revealing a lean, powerful torso.

Song Tao’s eyes immediately caught the “Lust Brand” Insignia below his navel. The sight made his eyes burn with heat and his throat go dry.

The Lust Brand looked like a tattoo, but it was far more exquisite, possessing a certain luster and spiritual vitality.

What really excited Song Tao was the fact that Qin Zheng had always refused to “decorate” his body. To the Alpha, piercings and tattoos were foolish acts that harmed the body, so his skin had always been pristine.

Now, seeing this mark on his cold, fair skin created a forbidden sense of stimulation.

Song Tao remembered that as a Succubus “ate” more, the Lust Brand would spread until…

He let out a laugh.

To Qin Zheng’s ears, the laughter was incredibly grating. Right now, his rationality was consumed by rage and his body was saturated with desire. He had become the ultimate contradiction, a torture that was driving him to the brink of insanity.

And yet, this brat Song Tao just had to keep provoking him!

In that moment, he truly felt like killing him.

As he listened to Song Tao’s laughter and stared at the ambitious “bad seed,” he realized something: now that Song Tao knew his secret, the boy had to die.

He had no doubt that even if he let Song Tao go, Song Tao would never let him be.

Therefore, Song Tao had to go.

While he was thinking, the slender tail behind him flicked out. The moment it gained freedom, it sought out Song Tao, its heart-shaped tip trembling with excitement as if it recognized the presence that could nourish its body.

Qin Zheng snatched it with a large hand. Stupid thing, he thought, ignoring the master’s will and getting excited on your own. It was humiliating.

Song Tao stopped laughing. Under the lights, the Alpha’s robe only served to tease rather than cover. Twelve years later, the Alpha’s body was no longer that of a “little chick.” He was built like a sculpture, radiating power and danger. Precisely because of that, seeing those “cute” Succubus parts on him was exceptionally interesting. It stirred up a fierce desire to conquer, possess, and dominate.

“Do you know what sign indicates a Succubus is pregnant?”

Song Tao’s gaze stayed on the Lust Brand on Qin Zheng’s lower abdomen. The thought of this man potentially getting pregnant imagining him with a baby bump, imagining him producing milk later.

Song Tao laughed again.

It wasn’t a laugh of ridicule, but something complex and dangerous.

Qin Zheng naturally knew, which made his expression even grimmer. Lately, he had been researching everything related to Succubi, hoping to find a way to reverse the awakening.

But according to the records, once awakened, it was permanent.

To be a Succubus for one day was to be a Succubus for life.

He could absolutely not accept the idea of becoming pregnant.

That day, the sky had fallen for the Alpha. It was Qin Zheng’s most demoralizing day, and yet Song Tao had to bring it up. The brat’s eyes were boldly tracing the lines of his Lust Brand; the way he licked his lip ring made it look as if he were lewdly licking the brand itself.

Song Tao spoke excitedly, “When the Lust Brand sprouts a bud, it means the Succubus is pregnant. When the flower blooms, it means they are giving birth.”

He looked up, his voice dripping with malice. “Question: How does a Succubus sprout a bud?”

That smirk made Qin Zheng want to tear his mouth open and rip out that wagging tongue just to make him learn how to shut up.

Qin Zheng, of course, wouldn’t answer such a stupid question. He was thinking. Following Song Tao’s lead only ever ended in disaster.

Since Song Tao already knew, and since he would need “essence” in the future, then perhaps.

He would lock him up. He would keep him in the dark forever, forcing him to provide what was needed month after month. Of course, he would provide Song Tao with the best food, clothes, and comfort.

The boy would only lose his freedom, while Qin Zheng would preserve his life and his secret.

Obviously, his own interests were more important.

Song Tao continued to talk to himself: “Naturally, a seed has to be planted for it to bloom and bear fruit. So, Qin Zheng—” His gaze turned sharp, full of predatory malice. “It was you who chose me to plant that seed in you.”

He was being overbearingly aggressive.

Qin Zheng was speechless because it was the truth. He was the one who had chosen Song Tao.

Now, it seemed like a monumentally stupid and failed choice.

However, he didn’t intend to waste breath on an argument. He wasn’t in a relaxed enough state for that.

Qin Zheng’s move was sudden. He bent his waist, his long arm reaching out to snatch the robe’s sash to use as a binding. Song Tao, still recovering from the pain of the fall, was caught almost without resistance. Just as it looked like he was about to have his hands tied, Song Tao refused to play the victim.

“You want to catch me and lock me up?”

It was the exact same thought he’d had. Truly, they were two of a kind—selfish “scumbag brothers” who only looked out for themselves.

He loved the idea, but unfortunately, Qin Zheng had already missed the optimal window. He should have acted when Song Tao was still clueless about the Succubus situation.

Song Tao’s eyes darted to Qin Zheng’s long, slender tail. He snatched it, gripping the paper-thin, heart-shaped tip and rubbing it vigorously. Qin Zheng’s offensive immediately collapsed. He lost all strength and nearly slumped onto Song Tao.

Knowledge about Succubi was something every citizen of the Empire had to study. After guessing Qin Zheng’s secret, Song Tao had studied even more diligently. A Succubus’s body was incredibly sensitive especially the horns and the tail.

He wasn’t about to let this opportunity go. After all, this was his reward for being a good student.

The tip of the tail was very smooth. After a few rubs, it began to heat up. It was a silent invitation—tempting one to see just how hot it would get if the rubbing continued.

Qin Zheng’s face was a mask of humiliated rage.

“Your tail is more honest than you are,” Song Tao said, flipping Qin Zheng over. When he tried to pin him down, Qin Zheng kicked him away. The two of them began to fight with zero dignity. Qin Zheng’s robe was completely open, and Song Tao’s trousers had fallen to his ankles, becoming an obstacle he had to kick away.

It should have been a suggestive scene, but they looked like two wild beasts eyeing each other, waiting for a single moment of weakness to tear the other apart and swallow them whole.

Qin Zheng truly wanted to scream. What kind of Omega can fight like this?!

But having read Song Tao’s diary, he understood why the boy was so capable. When he’d read the diary, he’d felt a bit of heartache for Song Tao; now that the trouble had landed on him, he was feeling heartache for himself.

Song Tao let out a rogue-like whistle, intentionally staring at Qin Zheng’s Succubus features to provoke him.

Since this was just the start of the monthly cycle, Qin Zheng wasn’t as weak as he’d been last time. With experience, he was adapting much better. Aside from the physical changes, he was mostly in his usual state.

He fought back.

He swung a punch at Song Tao. He actually had a gun under the sofa, but…

Song Tao might be the type to behave if a gun was pointed at him by anyone else, but if it were Qin Zheng holding the gun, the boy would definitely just provoke him and ask if he dared to pull the trigger.

He did dare.

But he needed to keep Song Tao alive as his essence extractor. Moreover, if the gun went off accidentally during a scuffle, that would be a disaster.

So, he gave up on the gun.

Song Tao could have dodged and played cat-and-mouse, but that was boring. He wanted to fight. He wanted Qin Zheng to know that even as an Omega, he was a match for him. He wanted him to know he was no longer the little kid who could be spanked at will.

The power dynamic between them was about to shift. He was going to beat this Alpha into submission.

The two traded blows, dodging and striking. Qin Zheng landed a kick on Song Tao’s leg, forcing him to drop low. Song Tao seized the chance to change his fist into a claw, grabbing Qin Zheng’s pectoral muscle with such force his fingers sank into the firm flesh.

He pinched and twisted the nipple mercilessly.

The two broke apart. Qin Zheng’s jawline was tight as he suppressed his voice, the pain, and his temper.

This brat is a total scoundrel!

The red handprint on his chest was enough to fire up one’s imagination—especially paired with the pinched, swollen nipple. One could easily imagine the kind of “torment” that nipple had just endured.

Song Tao rubbed his aching leg and laughed triumphantly. He made a gripping motion in the air, continuing the mental assault: “The texture is quite nice~”

He was launching both physical and psychological warfare.

If an Omega did this to an Alpha, it was a provocation; if Qin Zheng did it to him, it would be sexual harassment. Even if he did it, saying those words would just be greasy and disgusting. Perhaps that was just gender stereotyping.

Besides, Qin Zheng wouldn’t do that. No matter how you looked at it, Song Tao was still his “younger brother.” He wasn’t some pervert into incest.

Qin Zheng said nothing, focusing entirely on his attacks.

They fought from the floor to the sofa, from the living room to the stairs. After forty minutes, both were bruised and panting for air.

Finally, Song Tao ended the fight by grabbing Qin Zheng’s horns and rubbing them hard.

Qin Zheng sat on the first step, his horns showing much more purple than before. He leaned back against the step above him. His chest was a mess, looking like it had survived a cruel interrogation. His Lust Brand had also been rubbed red. His shredded robe lay discarded between them.

He didn’t even have the energy to look for something to wear.

Normally, his stamina would have carried him through the 14th, but he had exhausted nearly everything fighting Song Tao before the day even began. He was starving. He was so hungry he desperately wanted to eat a specific thing. He licked his split lip, tasting the blood that stimulated his taste buds.

Song Tao slumped on the floor, leaning back on his arms and breathing like a bellows. He was exhausted, and his hair was a mess.

He still had his shirt, though it was now in tatters. He wiped some blood from his nose. He was tired, but he was in much better shape than Qin Zheng, whose eyes were visibly unfocused. Song Tao’s doe-eyes were still bright.

Song Tao crawled up and headed for the wine cabinet. He was thirsty.

When he returned with a bottle, he saw Qin Zheng frantically trying to scramble upstairs. His muscular thighs were powerful, his tail was flicking, and his buttocks were trembling. The broad back beneath his wings was well-defined.

Song Tao’s eyes widened. He hurled the wine bottle. It smashed against a step with a sharp crack, the wine erupting and soaking the stairs. Qin Zheng’s foot slipped and he tumbled back down to the bottom. Fortunately, he hadn’t climbed high, so the fall wasn’t too bad.

He just ended up with a few glass shards in his skin.

The red wine was splattered across his perfect body, making one want to lick it clean. Qin Zheng lay on the ground with his head spinning and his vision darkening. When his sight returned, a pair of beautiful feet with a red string around the ankle appeared before him.

There was no pity or guilt in Song Tao’s eyes. He had laid in this exact spot when he was nine years old. His fall had been much worse; Qin Zheng had pushed him from the very top.

He knelt down, grabbing Qin Zheng’s hair and lifting his head roughly. “Trying to run? To lock yourself away for the next three days?”

He saw right through Qin Zheng’s plan.

Once Qin Zheng realized he couldn’t take Song Tao down quickly, he’d decided to retreat to the safety of his bedroom. If he could lock the door, Song Tao wouldn’t have a chance to do anything to him.

But he had failed. He didn’t know whether to praise Song Tao’s intelligence or curse the fact that the boy knew him too well.

He said nothing, silently trying to recover his strength. Arguing was useless; the brat was too quick-witted.

Song Tao tilted his head and reached down without a hint of shyness to grab “Little Qin,” weighing the flesh in his hand. “He looks pretty excited. Why run?”

His tone was full of malicious teasing.

He gave a slight thrust. “I’m excited too.”

He let go of “Little Qin.”

A fight naturally caused an adrenaline spike, to say nothing of the fact that they had fought nearly naked, with constant skin contact and sensitive areas being touched repeatedly. Having a reaction was normal, so Qin Zheng didn’t feel ashamed, nor did it mean he had feelings for Song Tao.

Being so close, Qin Zheng could smell the sweet scent he craved, making him salivate.

He could only endure, his face flushed and cold. “If you dare do what you did before, I’ll bite it off.”

Those deep eyes, even veiled with moisture, were not weak. They were still domineering and sharp, turning the moisture into cold ice to freeze anyone who dared to violate him.

Now it was Qin Zheng’s turn to provoke. He opened his mouth, his tongue licking over his white teeth. “Want to try?”

Song Tao had no doubt that “trying” would lead to his “demise.” Qin Zheng was a man of his word; neither of them had any mercy for the other.

But Song Tao wasn’t in a hurry. Three days—this was only the beginning.

He didn’t try anything, but he didn’t let Qin Zheng leave either. They stayed up like that until dawn.

The 14th had officially arrived.

They fought once more during the night, though it lasted less than ten minutes and ended with both of them cursing the other to death.

Song Tao opened another bottle of wine, poured a glass, and added some ice. He felt a fire in his heart; his whole body was hot and aching. He’d done nothing but fight all night.

However, he’d gotten to play with Qin Zheng’s horns, tail, and wings. Honestly, the texture was great. If Qin Zheng allowed it, he felt he could play with them for days without getting bored. He could just rotate between them.

The horns were hard and cool. If rubbed for a long time, red lines would appear inside the jade-like surface, which was beautiful.

The fur on the tail felt soft at first, but a closer touch revealed the roots were a bit stiff and prickly. It wasn’t painful, just itchy, making one crave harder stimulation—an endless cycle of desire. The best part was the heart-shaped tip; taking it into his mouth felt like it would melt. Delicious.

As for the wings, they had no fur, so the wing-bones felt a bit thin and fragile, something that could be toyed with at will.

He slumped on the sofa, sipping his wine. Qin Zheng had put on clothes—a simple black T-shirt stretched tight by his muscles, making him look even lewder than when he was naked. He’d put on trousers too, though a hole had been cut for the tail.

Song Tao narrowed his eyes, remembering the way Qin Zheng had fished his tail out through that hole. His body had been half-twisted, showing the beautiful lines of his external obliques. He’d looked down at his tail with the awkwardness of a novice—which, of course, he was.

Qin Zheng had used his skinned fingers to pull the tail out inch by inch. The heart-shaped tip immediately sought out Song Tao as soon as it emerged, acting as if he were its master.

Song Tao quite enjoyed that. He rubbed his fingertips, savoring the memory.

While he could fill his stomach with wine, Qin Zheng had to stay hungry. Ordinary food was useless and even nauseating to him now. He lazily smoked a cigarette, trying to use the mint and lemon flavor to stay sharp and keep his eyes off Song Tao’s “gear.”

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of tragedy. To think that he, Qin Zheng, had fallen this low.

There was no time for self-pity. Song Tao was following him like a shadow. He’d thought about saving enough energy to hide his Succubus traits so he could call someone in to take Song Tao away. His only worry was that the brat would never leave willingly, and given his agility and alertness, he’d be hard to catch. He wasn’t sure his men could get Song Tao out before he lost control.

If he couldn’t hold out and his Succubus traits were exposed in front of everyone…

Dammit!

He bit through his cigarette in frustration.

“You look like you want to kill me. We’re supposed to be loving brothers,” Song Tao said. His face was flushed from the wine like a tempting apple. If Qin Zheng actually took a bite, the taboo would be broken.

To get what he needed from Song Tao legitimately, Qin Zheng had even hired medical professionals to form a research group. He didn’t care what they actually researched, as long as they “needed” this specific substance. He planned to pay Song Tao to buy it out.

If Song Tao asked why he needed his specifically, Qin Zheng already had the answer ready: “I’m giving a pauper like you a chance to make money. Just take it and be grateful.”

But it was all for naught. Song Tao had exposed him. The boy had no idea he’d just lost a chance to strike it rich.

After finishing the cigarette, Qin Zheng’s stomach growled. After a night of manual labor, he was starving and dizzy. But with a venomous snake across from him, he had to stay awake.

He was depressed, irritable, and aggressive from the lack of satisfaction. He threw his long legs onto the messy coffee table and snapped, “What are you looking at, your father?”

He lit a second cigarette. He leaned back, exhaling a plume of smoke with an air of self-abandonment.

“I’m looking at my sugar daddy~” Song Tao replied coyly, making Qin Zheng take a huge, angry drag of smoke.

Then, Qin Zheng heard a splashing sound. He looked up in disbelief. “Fuck! Are you pee—”

Across from him, Song Tao was sitting casually on the sofa, pouring the rest of his wine downward. The liquid splashed over that jade-like object, coating it in a thick, reddish-purple hue that was enough to make one’s blood boil.

He wanted to crawl over, kneel there, and tilt his head back to catch it. If he could have a single sip, he would even say thank you.

Qin Zheng bit down on his cigarette filter, staring until the veins in his forehead stood out. His rationality warned him to look away—that path led to hell—but his desire argued back: Just a look won’t hurt. Haven’t you heard of “gazing at plums to quench thirst”?

His dark pupils trembled slightly before settling into a fixed, intense stare.

After the wine was gone, Song Tao held himself up to greet Qin Zheng. The Omega gripped himself and began to perform, just like he had in the car that day. The air became filled with the scent of wine mixed with essence—a floating aphrodisiac that made one burn from the inside out.

Qin Zheng’s nostrils flared as he captured the scent he so desperately needed. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply.

Just the smell brought solace to every cell and satisfaction to every pore. He let out a comfortable hum, then immediately realized he’d made a sound. Flushed with shame and anger, he glared at Song Tao, only to see the boy’s “everything is under control” smirk. He ground his teeth and stood up to leave.

“You’re just a dog in heat.” He hurled the insult before turning away.

Song Tao wouldn’t let him go that easily. He fought and followed him. Qin Zheng, reaching his limit, turned and threw a punch.

Song Tao dodged. The difference in their speed and power was now obvious. Qin Zheng nearly fell from the momentum of his own swing. Song Tao intentionally used his wet hand to steady him.

The damp hand gripped the Alpha’s firm arm.

Qin Zheng shook him off, but a clear mark was left behind on his skin.

Song Tao: “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Qin Zheng grabbed Song Tao’s neck and pulled him close, his eyes bloodshot. “Do you really think I won’t kill you?”

“I do.” Song Tao’s answer was blunt and infuriating.

Even now, he didn’t stop what he was doing. Those doe-eyes were so certain, so full of trust—being trusted like that in this situation made Qin Zheng’s feelings incredibly complex.

Finally, he cursed and shoved the boy away. He had no energy left for fighting or arguing. He might as well save his strength; maybe since he’d “eaten” last time, he could survive this cycle without it. It was worth a try.

Qin Zheng lay back on the sofa, his third cigarette between his lips.

Song Tao returned to his sofa to continue his “handiwork,” his eyes fixed on Qin Zheng’s tail. If that tail wrapped around him and squeezed just a little, he’d probably finish instantly. He could even poke the tip of the tail into the opening.

That would be incredible.

Qin Zheng wrinkled his nose, his eyes seeking the source of the scent. He stared at the moisture on his arm. His brain stalled for a second before restarting. He tried to sneak a glance at Song Tao; seeing the boy immersed in his own pleasure, he looked away. He turned over as naturally as he could, turning his back to Song Tao and resting that arm near his head.

He didn’t move for a long time.

He spent a long while mentally preparing himself. But this might be the key to surviving the cycle. Maybe this little bit would be enough.

Since Song Tao hadn’t noticed, he pushed aside his hesitation and carefully extended his tongue to lick the mark on his arm.

The moment he succeeded, it was no exaggeration to say Qin Zheng felt his soul being elevated. He felt purified. He could even find it in his heart to forgive Song Tao.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment for a second, then opened eyes full of desire. Built like a massive predator, he now looked like an unweaned cub, his soft pink tongue licking away at the trace Song Tao had left on his skin…

His expression was so blissful one would be loath to disturb him.

So, Song Tao didn’t disturb him. He just stood there silently watching. One look was all it took for him to lose control…

A sudden “rain” fell onto the carpet by the sofa, vanishing instantly as it was absorbed.

Qin Zheng, sensing the sudden intensity of the scent, snapped out of it and turned around. The moment his eyes met Song Tao’s, the Alpha’s cold, handsome face cracked. His dignity shattered into a million pieces.

And yet, Song Tao just had to ask: “Does it taste good? Heh—”

Flushed with shame and rage, the Alpha lunged at him. It was a move to cover the embarrassment of being caught—fierce in appearance, but the act of a cornered animal with nowhere to go.

They scuffled again, but Song Tao clearly had the upper hand. He wasn’t in a hurry to win; a total victory would be difficult right now anyway. He felt out Qin Zheng’s stamina. He just needed to wait a little longer. Soon, the man would be out of strength. And then…

The truce came quickly.

“Why stop? Are you starving to death?” Song Tao provoked.

Qin Zheng was struggling even to breathe. This hunger was different from normal hunger; it was unbearable. That little “appetizer” had only served to rouse the hunger further.

A certain part of him was constantly contracting, making him want to die from shame, yet he had to keep reminding himself that Song Tao was there. He couldn’t fall apart yet.

“Do you really want me dead?”

This question, for Qin Zheng, was actually a sign of softening.

But his enemy was Song Tao a brat who would never show him mercy.

“Of course not. I want to feed you personally. You’re the one who refused.” Song Tao still had the leisure to smile.

Their clashing gazes finally ended when Qin Zheng closed his eyes.

Time crawled by in agony for Qin Zheng until evening. Song Tao grabbed an apple from the fridge. Neither of them moved much anymore, only occasionally opening an eye to confirm the other was still there.

The atmosphere was oppressive and thick.

They had gone through similar experiences before—rainy nights they spent together, opening their eyes after a thunderclap to make sure the other was still there. Back then, it was because they wanted company; now, the confirmation was much more complex. Perhaps this was a gift of “growth.”

Qin Zheng’s stomach growled incessantly. Every sound felt like a public announcement of how much he wanted Song Tao’s “offering.” To Song Tao, it was like celestial music; to Qin Zheng, it was a stinging slap to the face.

In the late hours of the night, Qin Zheng, his eyes red from hunger, began to reconsider. He kept looking toward the space under Song Tao’s sofa. Maybe he should just blow off Song Tao’s leg. With modern medicine, it could be healed; at most, he’d have some leg pain on rainy days. It was better than this. After all, Song Tao would be the one in pain, not him.

“Just give up. I’m tired and sleepy,” Song Tao yawned from the sofa.

Qin Zheng: “Give up and I’ll give you ten million.”

Song Tao: “No thanks. I have money now. You just gave me a villa worth over a hundred million. I’m a billionaire now.”

Right through the heart.

The conversation ended, and silence returned as the clock ticked away.

A few hours later, Qin Zheng listened to Song Tao’s even breathing. “Song Tao?”

No answer.

He spoke a bit louder: “Brat?”

Still no answer.

Only then did he open his eyes and look. The person on the sofa was facing away from him, sleeping soundly with his head on his arm. Asleep, Song Tao looked like an angel—of course, awake, he was a total brat! Either biting people or baring his teeth to bite them. And he usually targeted Qin Zheng.

When Qin Zheng stood up, he was so dizzy he nearly fell. His vision stayed dark for a while. His tail wasn’t lively, and his horns weren’t bright. He was a rare case of a Succubus who was constantly starving.

He was a successful Alpha but a failed Succubus.

He crept toward Song Tao with extreme caution. Once close, he slowly knelt and reached under the sofa.

He felt around for a long time but couldn’t find the gun. He was confused.

“You’re looking for this.”

The voice came from above him—like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Qin Zheng looked up. The cold barrel of a handgun was pressed against his forehead. Song Tao was awake—or rather, he had been faking sleep the whole time.

His doe-eyes were smiling, but they looked dangerous.

“While you were busy licking me behind my back… I took the gun.”

Song Tao pressed the gun forward, forcing Qin Zheng’s head back and leaving a circular indent on his forehead.

“It seems the Succubus influence is real. You’re making so many mistakes. But coming over for the gun… did you really want to kill me?”

Just as Song Tao wasn’t afraid of Qin Zheng killing him, Qin Zheng wasn’t worried about Song Tao killing him either.

Qin Zheng leaned into the gun, ignoring the danger. He moved his head back to the barrel. “And you? Are you going to kill me?”

They searched each other’s eyes for a weakness—unlike when they used to huddle together for warmth, searching only for their own reflection in each other’s eyes.

Song Tao laughed. With a flick of his finger, he spun the gun expertly and tossed it aside.

“Of course not.”

“We both need to live long lives. They say Succubi generally live longer than humans, so—”

He stood up, his gaze following Qin Zheng’s ascent. “So, you have to die before me. Otherwise, you’ll have nothing to eat.”

Qin Zheng’s attempt had failed. He didn’t want to waste more breath on this devious brat. As for the gun, Song Tao had probably hidden the bullets elsewhere. The fact that he hadn’t noticed was something that would have been impossible under normal circumstances.

After a few seconds of thought, his brain felt like it was stalling again. His body felt heavy. He was starving to death and exhausted.

And so, they reached the 15th.

Song Tao now had dark circles under his eyes as well. Neither could take it anymore. After some negotiation, they both compromised and showered under each other’s watchful eyes.

In the shower, Song Tao was still being a pest: “Is it polite to watch an Omega shower like this?”

Qin Zheng sneered: “Should I leave then?”

Song Tao giggled and wouldn’t let him.

After washing up, Song Tao felt refreshed, but the hot water only made Qin Zheng’s head feel heavier. He forgot to put on a shirt. He sat slumped on the sofa, his breathing becoming shallow.

Song Tao stared at him.

It was almost time.

The “meal” was washed and ready to be eaten.

Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains. Song Tao checked the time for the third time. For five full minutes, Qin Zheng hadn’t moved.

He was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his dark circles were prominent. His tail was limp. He looked like a treasure that had lost its luster after too much friction.

Song Tao crept toward him on tiptoe.

Honestly, Qin Zheng was a bit pitiable. Anyone who suddenly awakened and had to rely on that to survive would be pitiable—especially someone as “Alpha” as Qin Zheng.

The pity made him… want to laugh.

Qin Zheng’s posture was casual. Since he was already this pathetic, Song Tao couldn’t let him die of it. Song Tao stepped forward, slowly pressing his knee onto the sofa between Qin Zheng’s legs. He eyed the man’s hands before looking at his jaw.

He’d been bitten last time; the pain had only just faded today.

No matter how weak Qin Zheng was, he could still muster enough strength to bite him badly. But it was fine.

He reached out slowly. Unlike him, Qin Zheng was truly asleep. To have resisted this long was impressive; counting the night of the 13th, he’d held out for two days.

He deserved a reward.

The moment Song Tao gripped Qin Zheng’s jaw, the Alpha’s eyes snapped open. A flash of confusion passed through his dark pupils before his instincts took over. Under normal circumstances, his fist would have already smashed into Song Tao’s face. Now, his arm only reached halfway up.

“You… ah…”

Qin Zheng let out a short cry of pain before going silent. Song Tao had just dislocated his jaw. He sat there with his mouth hanging open, having lost control of his lower jaw.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just like a dislocated arm. Once I feed you, I’ll put it back.”

Song Tao comforted him in a soft voice, grabbing both of Qin Zheng’s swinging hands and pinning them to the back of the sofa. Qin Zheng could only let out angry “mmm” sounds, unable even to voice a threat. Luckily, he was parched; otherwise, he’d be drooling by now.

He could only use his eyes to tell Song Tao that he was going to kill him.

He simply couldn’t shove Song Tao off like he used to. He was far too tired, too hungry…

When he saw that thing getting closer to his mouth, he tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. Moreover, his body wasn’t following his brain’s orders. His body was leaning in.

He had craved that thing for too long—so long that his body had betrayed him.

He could only stare at Song Tao with eyes full of rage, disgust, and hatred.

But Song Tao wasn’t even afraid of the man himself, so he certainly wasn’t afraid of a glare.

“I just don’t want you to starve to death.”

“I’m doing this for your own good.”

As he spoke, Song Tao gave a thrust.

Both men let out a simultaneous sigh of satisfaction. One had finally received the long-awaited nectar; although it was only a few drops for now, it was enough to save his pathetic body. The other had returned to a warm nest.

Song Tao released one of Qin Zheng’s hands. After all, the man’s strength right now was barely enough to crush a piece of tofu. This impressive-looking frame… needed him to fill the tank before it could live again!

He had to work harder!

Guan Si was staring at the boss’s vitals on his device. A while ago, a warning had sounded. His inquiry call had been cut off, only to receive a reply a moment later: [Fine.]

The system had confirmed it was a human voice, not an AI.

Afterward, the data showed the boss was in a very weak state, though his body wasn’t taking damage.

Now, the data was slowly beginning to recover.

How strange.

“It’s been almost three days. What are they doing in there?” Lu Yao asked, looking at the house. The curtains were shut tight.

“Just do your job and don’t worry about it,” Guan Si said, pulling him away.

“I’m just gossiping with you. I won’t tell anyone. The point is, they haven’t even ordered food. Are they not eating? I hope that little Omega doesn’t starve.”

Thinking of Song Tao, Lu Yao’s heart still fluttered a bit. It wasn’t love; he just appreciated beauty. We’re all human what’s wrong with being a bit superficial!

The food at the boss’s residence was always prepared fresh daily; nothing was ever stocked up.

Guan Si huffed at the mention of Song Tao. “Does he look like a weak little Omega to you? Honestly…” He looked at Lu Yao. “I bet he could hold his own in a fight with you.”

Lu Yao didn’t believe it. The Omega was tall but slender; he felt he could probably toss him aside with one hand.

Against the curtains, a silhouette moved back and forth.

It was impossible to see clearly from outside.

The two continued to gossip about the boss and the Omega, but neither thought anything untoward. According to Guan Si’s investigation, the Omega was the boss’s former brother.

As the saying goes: a brother for a day, a brother for life.

Doing that with a brother? That would be… wouldn’t it?

Song Tao gripped Qin Zheng’s head, making sure he couldn’t move. The Omega wasn’t the gentle type; in fact, he was quite rough. He truly was a man who defied expectations in every way.

His internal and external personas were completely different.

The moisture in Qin Zheng’s eyes looked ready to be shaken out. His head was tilted back, his brow was furrowed. He looked like he was in pain, but the unfocused gaze and the drool gave the scene a different meaning.

Song Tao looked down and admired the view. Even in the temperature-controlled house, he’d broken into a thin sweat.

A drop of sweat fell under Qin Zheng’s eye, wetting that small mole like a tear.

Even an Alpha could look piteous.

I just need to make him cry, Song Tao thought and worked even harder.

Though Qin Zheng’s jaw was dislocated, his throat was still working. Every time it reached the back of his throat, the stimulated muscle would constrict repeatedly.

It felt incredible.

Every lean muscle on the Omega was tight. The hands the Alpha had wrapped around his waist had initially tried to push him away, but now they were helplessly being moved along with him before finally sliding down.

Tears finally were shaken loose, only to be hooked away by Song Tao’s finger.

He said, “Don’t cry.”

Then he added, “Or I’ll get even more excited.”

No one knew how good the Omega felt right now—not just physically, but in his soul. The brother who had suppressed him since childhood, who had been cold to him, who had beaten him, who viewed him as trash, as a rat in the gutter.

Now, that brother was helplessly and obsessively sucking from him. The more he glared, the more excited Song Tao became.