The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 28

“Qin Zheng, your horns are showing.”

Song Tao stared at the two adorable little horns on Qin Zheng’s head. They sprouted from both sides of his forehead, curving slightly at the tips a subtle, almost playful touch.

Qin Zheng’s features were sharp and cold, with a strong bone structure and skin stretched lean over his frame. His thick black hair was styled into a sharp, domineering side-part. Against such a serious look, these little horns—hardly a finger’s length—were a stark contrast.

It made one want to twist them, lick them and soak them.

Either soak them in one’s mouth or feed them the “nectar” a Succubus craves most, nourishing them.

Qin Zheng snapped out of his daze. Likely because the intake had felt so good, he had relaxed too much, allowing his horns to slip out unnoticed.

He instinctively reached up to touch his head, looking uncharacteristically blank. He still hadn’t fully adjusted to these extra body parts; he was genuinely curious about how they appeared and vanished without leaving a single trace on his skin.

It was nothing short of miraculous.

Once he felt the horns, he retracted them immediately.

Song Tao, ever the meddler, prodded further: “Why did your horns come out just now?”

He pointedly glanced at the wine glass in the man’s hand.

Qin Zheng, annoyed by his lack of control, set the glass down. “None of your damn business.”

“Oh, I think it’s very much my business,” Song Tao replied, his gaze meaningful as it swept toward Qin Zheng’s lower half. According to lore, the more a Succubus eats, the more dependent and insatiable they become. Eventually, simple drinking wouldn’t be enough; they would progress to actively offering themselves up.

Swaying their hips.

Saying: I want it. Give it to me.

A Succubus was a creature that became more wanton the more it was fed.

His eyes settled on the small mole under Qin Zheng’s left eye. He was waiting for that day to come though he’d definitely reject Qin Zheng when it did. Just kidding, he thought, the idea of actually topping him gives me goosebumps.

“I killed him! I killed him!”

Inside the dark room, Liu Kun ran toward the mirror, screaming at the top of his lungs. “I killed him! Are you happy now?! But it was an accident! I didn’t mean to, it was an accident…”

He clutched his head. The prolonged darkness and the threat of death had finally shattered his sanity.

“Wei Hao threatened me! He said he’d report my embezzlement! He wanted money… I just tried to push him away…”

He suddenly looked up, staring at the counter with bloodshot eyes, roaring hoarsely: “Set it to ten! Let me out! LET ME OUT!”

The counter, which had moved with every previous sin, remained stuck at ‘9’. The silence was absolute, as if there were no eyes watching him at all. Surrounded by the void, Liu Kun collapsed into a fit of hysterical sobbing.

The counter stayed at ‘9’.

Liu Kun fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair until his heart went cold. He beat and hammered at himself before eventually collapsing onto the floor like a hollow shell, muttering incoherently.

Not long after Song Tao and Qin Zheng left the observation room, the police—contacted by Qin Zheng’s people arrived at the scene. They took away the incontinent, delirious Liu Kun.

“Alright, I’m going home.”

Song Tao dusted off his trousers, ready to leave. He truly was a heartless Omega, but Qin Zheng had no reason to make him stay. Standing in the night breeze, the Alpha lit a cigarette; the smoke was swept away by the wind before it could even take shape, and his black hair grew a bit messy.

Qin Zheng said nothing. Once the bodyguard opened the car door, he climbed in with his usual air of authority.

Song Tao left in style specifically, he “borrowed” (stole) one of Qin Zheng’s aircraft. Having been away for several days, the first thing he saw upon returning home was Black Snow Princess darting over, weaving between his legs and brushing him with her tail while meowing incessantly.

Song Tao knelt to rub her head.

Black and White Knight and Mantou weren’t as close to him yet, so they stayed back and watched, even as the three kittens waddled over.

“You actually decided to come back?” Su He emerged from his room, hands on his hips.

“The same could be said for you,” Song Tao replied, mirroring the pose.

The two Omegas stared at each other for a second before suddenly running into a hug. Best friends need “skinship.”

Su He: “So, how’s it going with your ‘wife’—I mean, your brother?”

Song Tao: “How are things at the film set? Is anyone bullying you?”

They both asked about the other at the same time and sat down on the sofa together.

Su He was more impatient. “You first, you first!” He handed Song Tao his unfinished milk tea to wet his throat before the storytelling began. He wore a look of undisguised gossip; romance is always better when it’s someone else’s.

In his mind, he had already decided Song Tao and Qin Zheng were in a “situationship.” What kind of brothers are that jealous? Guan Yu and Zhang Fei certainly weren’t like that.

Song Tao, oblivious to the fact that he’d been “labeled,” ordered another milk tea for Su He and some spicy duck delicacies they both loved.

“Want some malatang too?” he asked. He’d been eating far too healthily at Qin Zheng’s place.

Su He shook his head. “No, I’m on a diet.”

Song Tao looked appalled. “My little Su He, you’re already so thin. Any more and you’ll vanish! Trust me, a slightly rounder face is much cuter.” He pointed to his own face. “Do you not trust my aesthetic?”

Looking at that face, Su He couldn’t possibly say no. He patted his cheeks. “Really?”

“When have I ever lied to you~”

Su He smirked. “Fine, just a little. Lots of kelp strips.”

“Kelp strips it is!” They spoke in unison and laughed. The delivery arrived quickly, and they chatted over the food. Song Tao had a bit of beer and was feeling pleasantly tipsy.

Since he was in a good mood, he answered all of Su He’s questions.

“So, what stage are you guys at now?”

“What stage?” Song Tao held up his beer bottle, thinking. His grey-blue eyes caught the light, looking like the shimmering surface of a lake. “He started spanking me again.”

The duck neck Su He was about to eat fell from his mouth. The usually tidy Omega didn’t even bother to pick it up, his voice jumping an octave: “What?!”

“He spanked. he spanked you.”

He looked over. Song Tao suddenly turned and pulled down the waistband of his pants slightly, revealing the still-red, swollen flesh. “Look.”

Su He saw it!

He ripped off his gloves and rushed over to steady the swaying Song Tao. “Song Tao! How could you fall so far? Where is your ambition! Where are your goals!”

Although he’d always thought Song Tao’s plan to “conquer an Alpha” was unrealistic and had urged him to find a partner the traditional way, seeing this made him sad for his friend. He feared Song Tao had been forced to compromise his will and submit to the world.

The little Omega looked like he was about to cry. “Is this what you wanted? Are you happy, Song Tao?”

Song Tao gave a silly, flushed smile. “I’m happy. It feels just like the old days.”

Su He didn’t know what their “old days” were like, but seeing Song Tao’s expression, he looked truly happy.

He wiped away a tear. Alright then. If his friend was happy, it was fine. He just hoped that scary Alpha wouldn’t break Song Tao’s heart. If he dares, the petite Omega thought with a fierce glare, I’ll bite him to death!

He took the beer bottle from Song Tao’s hand. “No more drinking for you.”

In the dead of night, a tall figure appeared at the observation site where Liu Kun had been held. He went straight for the opened bottle of champagne on the table, corked it, and left quickly with the bottle in hand.

The First Imperial Academy

A matte black motorcycle roared toward the campus like a falling star, drawing the attention of every student at the gate. The rider wore a matching helmet, and the wind blew his white T-shirt tight against his body, outlining a lean frame and firm abdominal muscles. His exposed arms were fair but not weak, with smooth, aesthetic muscle lines.

Several bracelets sparkled on his wrists.

The most eye-catching thing was the white bracelet representing his Omega status. Everyone stopped, wanting to see the face of such a striking Omega.

The bike skidded to a stop, and a long leg dropped to the ground for balance. He looked like a model shooting for a magazine.

More and more people gathered.

The Omega reached up to remove his helmet. His fingers were long and slender, looking porcelain-white against the black helmet. It was a sight that made many people swallow hard.

As the helmet came off, the Omega shook out his light-blonde hair. His hair was soft and voluminous, revealing exquisite earrings with every movement.

When people saw his face, it was like a deity had descended.

Several young Alphas lost control of their pheromones and scrambled to take suppressants or adjust their patches. It was total chaos.

“Senior, look at all those people,” Wu Cancan said, standing on tiptoe with curiosity.

Beside him, Pang Zhijie was frowning. There was still no news from Liu Kun. It had been a full night, and he was worried—not for Liu Kun’s safety, but that an accident might expose their relationship or the things they had done together.

“Wow~ what a beautiful Omega! Coming to school today was worth it! Who is he? A student? He’s too good-looking not to be famous. A freshman? No, it’s not enrollment season. A transfer?”

Wu Cancan guessed wildly, tugging on Pang Zhijie’s arm. “Look, Senior!”

Pang Zhijie lazily lifted his gaze. When he saw the Omega, he froze in his tracks.

Why is he here?

Song Tao looked at the campus he had been away from for two years. He had worked his heart out to get in here, and his efforts hadn’t failed him—it was the teachers here who had failed. They had failed the profession and failed the best school in the Empire.

Fortunately, it was time for those people to pay the price.

“Is that Song Tao?”

“You know him?”

“That’s Song Tao. He actually has the face to show up here again.”

“A bully would be thick-skinned, hmph.”

“You weren’t there, stop being so mean.”

“Then I hope he bullies you.”

The students whispered. Some recognized him; the scandal had been massive. One student jumping and another collapsing in a faint—it wasn’t something easily forgotten. Those who didn’t recognize him were mostly freshmen from the last two years.

“Whoa, is that Pang Zhijie over there?”

“Both parties are here. Today’s going to be a show.”

“Will they fight? Usually, I’d side with the victim, but I can’t bring myself to hate a face like Song Tao’s.”

“What’s the tea? Let me get a sip.”

The crowd’s attention shifted to Pang Zhijie. The students in front of him even moved aside to create a path. Wu Cancan had never been the center of this much attention; even though they weren’t looking at him, he felt awkward.

He snuck a glance at the Omega by the bike. So that’s Song Tao. He doesn’t look like a bad person.

Pang Zhijie took a breath and walked toward Song Tao. Wu Cancan followed hesitantly, his legs moving stiffly.

“Xiao Tao, I knew my visit to you last time would work. You’re finally willing to come back.” Pang Zhijie spoke in a moderate volume, his tone neither humble nor arrogant. Everyone heard him.

So it was Pang Zhijie who brought him back.

What a good person. The students thought to themselves. One had to admit, Pang Zhijie was skilled; with one sentence, he had elevated his own moral standing.

Song Tao tilted his chin proudly, having no intention of playing along. “Does your family manufacture burlap sacks?”

Pang Zhijie: “What?”

Song Tao: “Because you’re so good at ‘packing it in’ (faking it).”

The students gasped. He was opening with a fight! What a wild, untamable Omega. Some students, however, felt Song Tao was being too much.

One Alpha stepped forward to play the hero. “Song Tao, are you going to bully your classmates again? It seems two years away didn’t teach you any manners.”

He enunciated every word: “You. Bully.”

The Alpha stood tall, thinking he looked heroic standing on the side of justice.

The students whispered, looking back and forth.

A flash of triumph crossed Pang Zhijie’s eyes, but he stepped forward to “defend” Song Tao. “You misunderstand. Song Tao didn’t bully me. This is just how he is; it’s not bullying.”

Every sentence was a trap. He was implying that he’d always been treated this way by Song Tao.

Alpha: “Don’t be afraid of him! We’re all here!” He looked back at Song Tao. “Leave. You’re not welcome here.”

The crowd began to look at Song Tao with disgust. Some, however, looked at Pang Zhijie and thought he was “tea-like” (fake)—if you poured him into the Imperial moat, the whole city would be drinking green tea.

As for Wu Cancan, he wasn’t paying attention to the drama. Being this close, he just thought Song Tao smelled amazing.

Song Tao laughed. “Bullying?”

He faced the Alpha fearlessly. “Aren’t you the one bullying me right now in the name of ‘justice’? Do you own this school?”

“Who do you think you are?”

He arrogantly raised a long middle finger. His black nails looked sexy, and the rhinestones on them sparkled.

The Alpha, flushed with rage, took a step forward. Song Tao swung a long leg over his bike. Standing up, he was actually half a head taller than the Alpha. He looked down at the man. “What? You want to fight?”

He wasn’t afraid at all.

The Alpha hesitated. Fighting an Omega was disgraceful; he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“So cool! I love it!”

“Why curse him! Curse me!”

“That’s not a middle finger, that’s my throne!”

The “simps” in the crowd didn’t care about right or wrong.

Pang Zhijie mentally cursed the Alpha for being useless. He stepped in as the mediator: “Let’s not fight. Thank you, classmate, we’re really fine.”

He smiled at Song Tao. “The Professor isn’t in today. Since you’ve been away for so long, let me show you around.”

Song Tao found it strange. How had he never noticed how fake Pang Zhijie was? Did friendship really make one that blind?

“A trashy mentor like that is a perfect match for you. I’m here to transfer research groups.”

Liu Kun had told Pang Zhijie about this, so he wasn’t surprised.

“Song Tao, don’t be impulsive. After what you did…” Pang Zhijie looked at the surrounding students with a look of “difficulty,” as if he didn’t want to bring up the past. But everyone knew what he was implying. A plagiarist like Song Tao—no matter how talented—wouldn’t be welcomed by any other group. Who wouldn’t be afraid of their work being stolen?

Pang Zhijie’s eyes reddened. “I know you’re still upset, but I’m graduating soon. Can’t you just bear with it a bit longer?”

“How can he be like this? The Senior is so nice.”

“Is he just doing whatever he wants because he’s pretty? He’s a disgrace to Omegas.”

“Song Tao, don’t you dare come to our group. On behalf of my team, I refuse.” A Beta stepped forward.

Song Tao was nearly moved to laughter by these “monkeys” who had no talent but loved to jump onto the stage the moment it was open. Did they want attention that badly? They should just go streaking. Or were they too small to dare?

The Beta bowed mockingly. “Please, show some mercy and stay far away from us.”

Someone recognized the Beta. “Isn’t that Senior Yu Ming from Professor Guo’s group? He just took first place in a competition recently.”

“Professor Guo? He’s a big shot on the same level as Professor Liu.”

“But both of them are nothing compared to Professor Zhang. Zhang is the true master, a national treasure.”

Someone asked Yu Ming: “Can you speak for Professor Guo?”

Yu Ming adjusted his glasses. “As the Professor’s top student and the head of the group, yes, I can.” He looked proud.

Many people looked at Song Tao with schadenfreude, while some felt pity. Most just stayed neutral, watching the show.

Pang Zhijie stepped out again: “Xiao Tao, you heard him. Stop making trouble. No one will take you except our Professor…”

“Who says no one wants him? I, Zhang Tianxing, want him!”

The voice was thunderous.

The name “Zhang Tianxing” sent a ripple of gasps through the crowd. Everyone looked toward the source: a man in a white lab coat, his temples grey but showing no signs of age, his back ramrod straight. Zhang Tianxing appeared with a large group of his students.

The crowd parted immediately.

Professor Zhang was the “Mount Tai” of mechanical research. Two years ago, Song Tao’s research direction had aligned more with Liu Kun’s, which was why he’d chosen Liu. At the time, Liu Kun had bragged about winning Song Tao as a student for months.

Zhang Tianxing had been disappointed but had told Song Tao to study hard and perhaps they could “collaborate” in the future. For a mentor to use the word “collaborate” with a student showed immense respect.

Now, fate had brought them together as master and disciple.

“Holy crap! Professor Zhang! Beside him, Professor Guo is just ‘Old Guo,’ let alone Guo’s students.”

“So Zhang Tianxing is taking Song Tao?”

“This is getting good!”

“Heh heh, some people’s faces must be stinging. Song Tao has no one? No, he has a god.”

Yu Ming’s face was a mask of shock, jealousy, and rage. He stared at Song Tao. How could he…?

Zhang Tianxing walked to Song Tao’s side and patted his shoulder. “I’ve brought your seniors to pick you up. Welcome back.”

He used the word “back.”

Song Tao’s nose grew prickled with emotion. He quickly hugged Zhang Tianxing, hiding his watering eyes for a few blinks before letting go.

He bowed respectfully. “Thank you, Master.”

Zhang Tianxing’s appearance was like a resounding slap to the faces of many, including Yu Ming.

Pang Zhijie found it impossible to accept. “Professor Zhang, are you sure? Song Tao… he…”

“He what?”

Zhang Tianxing cut him off sharply. When the scandal happened, he had been away on a research trip. It was one of his biggest regrets. If he had been there…

Song Tao hadn’t even officially enrolled when Zhang had first approached him. They had talked for a whole day and gotten along famously. Song Tao had shown him those initial designs.

Unfortunately, Zhang’s word hadn’t been enough as evidence back then; actual proof was needed. And Song Tao had disappeared after that.

But now he was back, and he had contacted Zhang ahead of time.

“If Zhang takes him, does that mean the old scandal…?”

“Does Zhang’s group have no objections?”

“Man, how talented must he be to be this sought after!”

“I heard he was the top scorer in Engineering and Mechanics when he got in!”

“Damn! That brain! That face! I want to ask God which window He closed for this guy.”

Pang Zhijie knew Zhang Tianxing disliked him, but he hadn’t expected to be ignored so completely. He was stuck in his “kind senior” persona and couldn’t openly insult Song Tao.

However, he quickly pivoted. “I see. I’ve heard my Professor mention that Professor Zhang was very fond of Xiao Tao. Congratulations, Professor Zhang, on finally getting your wish.”

He turned to Song Tao. “You look much better, and even more beautiful than before. It seems you have someone to guide you now, so I won’t disturb you. Call me if you need anything; I’m still your Senior.”

He mentioned Zhang was “fond” of him and then praised his looks—the implication was greasy and suggestive.

Some students began to look between the Professor and Song Tao with suspicious eyes.

“Wait, what does he mean by that?”

“What? He’s just being nice.”

“Ugh, you’re an idiot.”

Pang Zhijie went to leave after dropping that subtle bomb.

Song Tao wasn’t having it. “Who said you could leave?”

Pang Zhijie stopped, maintaining his gentle mask. “Xiao Tao, is there something else?”

Song Tao stepped forward with total authority. “What exactly were you trying to say just now?”

“Xiao Tao, let the past be the past. Can’t we just look forward?”

“The past should be settled.” Song Tao replied. Before Pang Zhijie could smile, he added: “But the truth must also come to light.”

His grey-blue eyes turned sharp. He leaned in close to Pang Zhijie’s ear, whispering so only the two of them could hear: “You stole my work, framed me for forcing you to jump, ruined my reputation, and landed me in the hospital. Pang Zhijie—”

He narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Did you really think I’d let you off?”

Pang Zhijie’s pupils shrank. The moment Song Tao finished speaking, he suddenly recoiled as if pushed, falling onto the floor.

He clutched his head in agony, mussing his hair. He looked terrified. “I beg you, stop! I’ll listen to you! Please don’t force me anymore, don’t force me!”

Tears flowed. Pang Zhijie looked like the ultimate victim.

The same Alpha from before jumped out again, shielding Pang Zhijie. “Enough! You dare bully him in front of everyone? I can’t imagine what you do to him in private! Someone like you doesn’t belong in this school. I’m reporting you!”

He roared and went to push Song Tao.

People gasped. Zhang Tianxing shouted for him to stop.

Song Tao simply raised a hand and caught the Alpha’s wrist with ease. The Alpha couldn’t move an inch. Veins of power stood out on the back of Song Tao’s hand. He gripped the wrist so hard it turned red and then white; the Alpha’s face twisted in pain.

The students were stunned. This is an Omega?! So cool! Song Tao’s display of strength made many hearts race.

Pang Zhijie scrambled up, pulling on the Alpha with one hand while trying to push Song Tao with the other. He wailed: “Bully me! Just bully me and leave others out of it! Isn’t it enough that you accused me of theft and forced me to jump? I thought you’d changed… I really thought you’d changed…”

He sobbed.

He looked like a man pushed to the brink, heartbroken by Song Tao’s “unrepentant” nature. It was a masterful performance; more and more students began to attack Song Tao.

Song Tao was waiting. He was waiting for Pang Zhijie to say it out loud.

Previously, Pang had only said “I didn’t steal” and “I can’t live like this,” letting others assume Song Tao was the villain. He’d only ever told Song Chijing directly that Song Tao had forced him to die.

But now, in broad daylight, in front of everyone…

He wanted Pang Zhijie to say the words!

Song Tao tightened his grip on the Alpha’s wrist. Let the others attack more, he thought. Only then will he feel like he has the upper hand!

“So you’re saying I framed you for theft and forced you to jump, right?”

Hearing the crowd’s support, Pang Zhijie felt like he was back in the victory he’d had two years ago. He knew how to play people; public opinion was the sharpest blade!

He shouted with confidence: “Yes! I said it! You, Song Tao, framed me for stealing your work! You bullied me constantly and forced me to jump! And you’re still doing it right now!”

As he finished, some students went to lunge at Song Tao, but Zhang Tianxing and his group blocked them.

Pang Zhijie looked at Song Tao with tearful eyes that said: You’ve lost again.

But he didn’t see the rage or confusion from two years ago.

Song Tao was smiling. It was a smile as bright as spring.

And it was a smile that made Pang Zhijie’s skin crawl.

Sirens wailed as a squad of police officers rushed in, immediately restoring order.

The Captain headed straight for Pang Zhijie, flashing his badge. “Pang Zhijie, you are under arrest for the theft of Mr. Song Tao’s intellectual property, defamation of Mr. Song Tao’s reputation, assisting Liu Kun in the embezzlement of research funds, and 15 other charges. You are being detained under Article 62, Section 2 of the Imperial Criminal Code.”

The crowd was stunned. What? What did the police just say?

Before Pang Zhijie could process the shock, a middle-aged Omega rushed in and delivered a resounding slap to his face.

“You slut! I was so good to you! And you seduce my husband! Old Liu is your teacher! He’s old enough to be your father! You slept with him! Have you no shame! NO SHAME!”

One shock after another.

Some recognized the woman as Liu Kun’s wife. The students’ jaws hit the floor.

Pang Zhijie was slapped several more times until his face was swollen and his lip was bleeding. He was shoved to the ground, too stunned to even fight back.

His mind was blank. It’s over. Everything is over…

Liu Kun’s wife continued to kick and scratch at him, tearing at his hair and clothes in a fit of pure hatred.

His clothes were shredded, revealing suggestive red marks on his legs that made the students think of Liu Kun. They felt like vomiting.

This time, no one stood up for him.

As he was being beaten, he finally snapped. “I didn’t! I didn’t!”

The police finally stepped in once the wife had vented enough.

“You didn’t?!” She opened her bag and pulled out a thick stack of papers, hurling them into the air.

“Look! Everyone look at how shameless he is! See if I’m lying!”

A4 papers fluttered down like snow—explicit photos of Pang Zhijie and Liu Kun. Several students began to retch at the sight.

The papers fell on the wretched Pang Zhijie. He stared at the images and screamed like a madman: “Don’t look! DON’T LOOK!”

He scrambled to pick them up, but he couldn’t. How can you pick up the pieces of a shattered conscience?

The police hauled him up. As the handcuffs clicked into place, Pang Zhijie stopped screaming. He stared blankly at the silver rings on his wrists.

He realized that not only was his reputation gone, but his life was over.

As the police led him past Song Tao:

Song Tao whispered: “The photos will be sent to your hometown. Don’t mention it.”

He was, after all, a man who believed in “an eye for an eye.”

Pang Zhijie stared at Song Tao with pupils trembling in terror. He looked like he was seeing a demon. He had forgotten what he had done, only hating the revenge he was receiving.

His eyes bugged out as he lunged toward Song Tao, but he was held back by the police. He twisted his neck, screaming: “You did this! You ruined me! SONG TAO!!!”

Song Tao blinked innocently.

What had he done? He’d done nothing. The police made the arrest. Liu Kun’s wife exposed the affair. He was just an innocent person who had been framed by Pang Zhijie and bullied by his classmates until very recently.

The police car drove away with a screaming Pang Zhijie.

School officials arrived and immediately ordered the disgraceful papers to be cleared from the ground.

So much had happened so fast, and the reversal was so complete that the students’ heads were spinning. Finally, every gaze settled on the Omega.

He stood tall, bathed in the light. He closed his eyes and took a deep, lingering breath.

In that moment, the sight was so poignant that some students found their eyes growing red.

Two years.

He was finally cleared.

The young man had always been honorable; the filth should never have touched him in the first place.