The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 7

Song Tao had fair skin. When he gripped something for a long time, his knuckles would flush with a delicate shade of pink.

That was exactly what was happening now.

Although one should ideally look away from such things, the fact that Song Tao was acting as if no one else was there made it impossible for Qin Zheng to resist glancing at the one place he shouldn’t.

No one could have resisted.

The Alpha was a little stunned—partly by the Omega’s size, and partly by a beauty he was loath to admit. It was the same flushed, healthy white-and-pink as the rest of the Omega’s skin, not at all unsightly.

The Omega was either incredibly bold or simply lost in pleasure. He pressed his slender index finger against the tip, rubbing in slow circles. When he finally lifted his finger, a silver thread of moisture followed.

The moment that thread snapped, Qin Zheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

It felt as though an invisible bullet had pierced his heart, sent his pulse racing, and set his blood on fire. He gritted his teeth, forcing his head to turn away with stiff movements.

His reaction was silent but overwhelming, like a mountain on the verge of collapse.

Song Tao looked over like a smug little cat, his lips curling upward. He wasn’t ignoring the other man at all; he was performing specifically for Qin Zheng.

This was fun.

Back in the day, they used to get into scraps every other day. They would pin each other down without a hint of self-consciousness.

Now that they were grown, even a single glance was enough to cause embarrassment.

Of course, Qin Zheng would never allow himself to be interested. Even a hint of pure desire toward Song Tao would be considered a humiliation to him.

Watching him shackle himself—watching the endurance, the restraint, the self-doubt, and the discomfort was exactly what made this so entertaining.

Growing up really was wonderful.

Seeing that Qin Zheng refused to look, Song Tao intentionally turned up the volume.

His pants were thick with a provocative, wanton edge.

After a while, Qin Zheng’s nostrils flared. He turned back, his dark eyes bottomless and brimming with dangerous signals as he slowly leaned in toward Song Tao.

Despite being tied up, Song Tao didn’t show a flicker of fear. He didn’t seem worried at all that the Alpha might lose his mind, mark him, or ravage him right then and there.

Instead, he boldly licked his lips, which had grown dry from the heat of his body. He licked from bottom to top, leaving his vivid lips glistening and wet.

It was a reminder.

A reminder to Qin Zheng that this very tongue had once invaded his mouth to show off its dominance.

Qin Zheng’s thin lips remained pressed in a hard line. He did indeed remember that night—that flexible, overbearing tongue swirling inside him, sending ripples of numbing tremors through him as it brushed against his palate.

Now, he maintained a cold expression on his sharply chiseled face and reached out toward the area where Song Tao was busy.

Song Tao thought: Is he taking the bait already? Tsk, how boring. No challenge at all.

Qin Zheng’s hand descended.

However, he didn’t grab “Little Tao.” Instead, he seized Song Tao’s arm.

Song Tao arched an eyebrow as he watched Qin Zheng adjust his pheromone inhibitor bracelet to the highest setting.

Song Tao: “?”

Qin Zheng had already pulled back, returning to his original seat to put distance between them. He kept his head turned away, silently cranking his own inhibitor bracelet to the maximum as well.

He then yanked off his grey-blue shirt and tossed it over, covering what Song Tao shouldn’t be exposing. In doing so, he revealed his own lean, powerful torso.

Song Tao looked at his own bracelet. In truth, Qin Zheng’s gesture was redundant.

Song Tao’s pheromones were Ether. When he first presented, he had managed to knock himself out instantly. People at the scene thought it was a terrorist gas attack, and it nearly caused mass casualties. The chaos of that day had led to an accident on the way to the hospital, which resulted in his current mild hypersexuality.

He had long since adapted to his strange pheromones; he wouldn’t faint no matter how concentrated they were. However, this also meant that most anesthetics no longer worked on him.

The doctor’s advice had been: Whatever you do, don’t get hurt or sick.

Otherwise, the pain would be unbearable.

Because his pheromones were so dangerous, he wore a high-potency blocking patch issued by the hospital every day. The Empire required anyone with high-risk pheromones to use these; failing to do so was a criminal offense if it caused harm.

So, Qin Zheng wouldn’t actually smell his pheromones. If he did, Qin Zheng would simply lose consciousness for real.

Still, it seemed the Alpha’s logic was intact. He knew how to take precautions.

It was only interesting if he stayed level-headed.

If he just pounced like a dog the moment he was teased, the game wouldn’t be worth playing.

Song Tao picked up the pace. “The boy” was particularly excited today because of the audience.

A muffled groan echoed in the cabin.

A patch of the grey-blue shirt grew dark.

Song Tao leaned back with a sigh of relief, turning into a boneless puddle of exhaustion.

Qin Zheng stared at the stain on his shirt, his brow twitching violently.

Once they reached their destination, the aircraft descended slowly from the sky. The retracted wheels deployed, and the vehicle drove smoothly into the manor.

Seeing that they were about to get out, “Song Tao Jr.” was still in full “public exhibition” mode.

Qin Zheng: “Put that away right now, or I’ll cut it off.”

Song Tao: “But you tied my hands together.”

He spoke with a slight nasal tone, his voice lazy and sounding almost like a pout.

Mostly, he just didn’t want to move.

After a release like that, he didn’t want to lift a single finger.

The car stopped.

Qin Zheng couldn’t fathom how the other man could be so shamelessly entitled. He opened his comms and issued a command. After closing it, the sound of the car door opening came from the front. The driver got out.

Staff members began appearing from various parts of the estate, all heading toward the exit.

Once the massive manor was empty of everyone but the two of them, Qin Zheng stopped caring about Song Tao’s “bird.” He roughly dragged him out of the car.

Song Tao didn’t resist. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying it.

He stumbled along, and by the time Qin Zheng dragged him to the poolside, his pants were practically down to his ankles.

They were quite the pair one shirtless, the other bottomless. Between the two of them, they barely made one full outfit.

Qin Zheng didn’t show any shyness this time. He forcefully shoved Song Tao toward the edge of the pool. Song Tao went with the momentum and fell without getting hurt.

Just as he thought Qin Zheng was disgusted by the mess and brought him here to wash up, a hand slammed down on the back of his head, shoving him underwater.

Glug, glug, glug…

Unprepared, Song Tao swallowed a huge gulp of water. Before he could adjust, he was yanked up by his hair.

Water splashed loudly, cascading down his head. He couldn’t stop coughing, but before he could catch his breath, Qin Zheng shoved him back under.

Once, twice, three times.

Repeatedly.

By the time Qin Zheng finally hauled him up, Song Tao’s face was pale. The Alpha turned the Omega’s head toward him, looking down without a shred of mercy as Song Tao sputtered out water.

“Sobered up yet?”

Song Tao gasped for air, unable to answer.

Qin Zheng’s deep eyes narrowed dangerously. It seemed Song Cijing hadn’t taught him how to be an Omega over the years. An Omega shouldn’t let a random Alpha go down on him in a back alley, nor should he masturbate right next to an Alpha.

If he had lost control and dumped Song Tao on the side of the road on the way here, there would have been only two outcomes.

Either he’d be fucked to death by one Alpha.

Or he’d be gang-raped to death by a crowd of them.

But since he was in Qin Zheng’s hands now, he would be the one to teach him these things.

After all—he was the “older brother.” It was his duty to educate his “younger brother.”

“Seems you’re still drunk.”

With that, Qin Zheng tossed Song Tao directly into the pool.

Splash!

Song Tao sank toward the bottom, a trail of bubbles floating upward. He flailed his arms, his eyes wide as he looked through the clear water at Qin Zheng’s legs on the pool deck.

Then, he reached out.

With another splash, Qin Zheng fell into the water. This time, it was the Alpha who was caught off guard. His body instinctively tried to break the surface.

Suddenly, his head was held down firmly. His neck nearly snapped under the pressure.

Song Tao gritted his teeth, eyes wide with fury as he used both hands to pin Qin Zheng’s head underwater, refusing to give him a single breath.

Qin Zheng’s limbs thrashed. This absolute brat!

He struggled for a long while, nearly suffocating before he found an opening. He grabbed Song Tao’s arm and swung him around.

The two of them began to brawl in the water.

Qin Zheng was at a disadvantage.

Mainly because Song Tao was naked from the waist down! Every time he kicked, his “bird” was swinging around.

However, after taking two hard punches from Song Tao, Qin Zheng stopped caring about what he might accidentally touch. He even felt the urge he’d had as a kid—to grab Song Tao and give him a good thrashing on the backside.

They fought for seven or eight minutes, neither gaining the upper hand.

They eventually pulled apart to a safe distance, both gasping for air and trying to recover. Fighting in water was exhausting.

They stared at each other like two wild beasts—one with a bruised nose, the other with a swollen cheek. A second later, they charged at each other again in unspoken agreement. Just as they were about to collide, Qin Zheng swung a fist, but Song Tao suddenly dived.

Qin Zheng’s punch hit nothing but air. Without hesitation, he swung downward.

His body suddenly froze.

A pair of hands had grabbed his waist underwater, sliding up his firm obliques like two swimming fish.

It felt as though they were about to cup his chest.

Song Tao surfaced right against him. His palms brushed over Qin Zheng’s pectoral muscles, his fingers catching slightly on the Alpha’s nipple. He wrapped his arms around Qin Zheng’s neck in an incredibly intimate embrace.

“Stop fighting. I’m going to die of exhaustion.”

Song Tao looked like a seductive water wraith, yet his face, dripping with water, had the pure clarity of a lotus.

He was the ultimate “sensual yet pure” Omega. Only someone like Qin Zheng could maintain a cold face while grabbing the back of his head.

“Get lost.”

“Fine, fine~”

Song Tao agreed readily. As he left the embrace, he intentionally gave Qin Zheng’s neatly defined abs a cheeky kick with his foot.

He laughed as he climbed out, picked up his pants from the ground, and didn’t even bother putting them on. He simply walked toward the house with his usual swagger.

In the pool, Qin Zheng stared at the retreating Omega. Only after Song Tao disappeared did he look down at the physical reaction he was having.

Fighting causes an adrenaline spike. That must be it, Qin Zheng thought.

He braced his muscular arms against the edge and vaulted out of the pool with ease.

Still, for an Omega, wasn’t Song Tao’s combat ability a bit too high?

Qin Zheng was baffled.

The night passed without further incident.

After Qin Zheng finished washing up and stepped out of the bathroom, Song Tao was already waiting in his bedroom with a smile, holding a set of neatly folded clothes.

Song Tao: “Sorry about last night.”

He held the clothes out. “Here. I picked them out from your wardrobe.”

He blinked his innocent, doe-like eyes.

Qin Zheng huffed but took the socks from the top and began to put them on.

Wei Siqi stared excitedly at the patterns appearing on the computer screen. It worked!

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