The Seductive Succubus Always Abandons After Playing (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 7

During a rut or heat, running to someone else’s doorstep is something only lovers do.

However, to the person being pursued, such an act appears incredibly offensive and overly calculated. Being shut out would not be an unreasonable response.

Su Yi leaned against Pei Yingjue, the dry heat within him making his eyelids ache. Through the haze of chaos, he looked up and met Pei Yingjue’s gaze.

Whether it was a look of scrutiny, disgust, or evaluation, Su Yi was too feverish to tell.

Heavy rain poured down, clattering against the eaves and the ground; it was incredibly noisy. Yet, in front of the door, there was only silence.

Su Yi wasn’t surprised by Pei Yingjue’s silence. His head was heavy with fever, but he was still tracking the time. He prepared to wait until the moment Pei Yingjue’s scrutiny ended to stand up and execute the second step of his plan: feigning consideration and leaving.

Instead, Pei Yingjue reached out and pushed the door open.

The hand resting on Su Yi pulled him inward with force. By the time Su Yi regained his senses, the wind and rain, thick with moisture, had been shut out behind the door.

Standing in the entryway, Su Yi watched as Pei Yingjue took off his coat, pulled a clean towel from the cabinet, and tossed it to him.

“I’m going to get the suppressants. Go to the bathroom and inject them yourself. Leave once the rain stops.”

The words were dropped without a trace of emotion. Su Yi leaned against the doorframe, watching Pei Yingjue search for the suppressants.

Is this man’s sense of responsibility really that strong? He even takes in someone who clearly has an agenda.

Su Yi didn’t forget the purpose of this trip. He spoke tentatively, “I don’t have pheromones, and I don’t have a rank…”

Snap!

The plastic box containing the suppressants was slammed onto the table. Su Yi’s prepared words were cut short. He looked up to see Pei Yingjue staring at him with a cold face; his expression was more serious and distant than it had been at the hospital.

Pei Yingjue was angry.

“Su Yi, what exactly do you want?” Pei Yingjue suddenly walked toward him. With his long legs, he invaded Su Yi’s personal space in just two or three steps. The pressure of an S-rank Alpha combined with the onset of a rut made Su Yi’s legs feel weak, and the gland at the back of his neck began to ache and swell.

Alphas possess an intense competitive instinct; a normal Alpha would choose to avoid and not provoke an S-rank Alpha.

But Su Yi was clearly not “normal.”

“I want you to mark me.” Su Yi took a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them. He was so close that his hot breath brushed against the side of Pei Yingjue’s face.

“I told you, I have no pheromones and no rank. You can treat me as a Beta.” As if he felt they weren’t close enough, Su Yi leaned in as if he had no bones. He reached up, his hand brushing over Pei Yingjue’s shoulder to hook behind his back. His eyes, watery from the fever, stared straight at Pei Yingjue’s face with naked honesty. “I want you to help me get through my rut. Can you?”

Pei Yingjue looked down at him, his dark eyes unreadable. Suddenly, he let out a short, cold laugh. “As a Beta?”

“Are you addicted to being marked, Su Yi?”

He had restrained himself for so long, not even daring to glance at the messages this person sent. Yet Su Yi had come here specifically to tear down his boundaries. He was being incredibly stupid.

Su Yi blinked, but before he could process the meaning of those words, the hand behind Pei Yingjue’s back was suddenly seized. He was spun around violently and pressed against the door. He instinctively struggled, but the grip on his shoulder loosened only for both his hands to be pinned down by one of Pei Yingjue’s hands. Pei Yingjue’s knee unceremoniously wedged between his legs, pinning him completely against the door.

As overwhelming pheromones bore down on him, a hand reached for his collar and yanked it down.

“Pei Yingjue,” Su Yi called out, his body tensing, sounding like a startled cat.

When the palm covered that slender nape, the youth shuddered again.

If he’s this scared, what was all that bluffing just now?

Pei Yingjue was harboring a flame of anger. His intention was simply to scare this reckless young master so he would stop acting so provocatively.

He needed to administer the suppressant first.

His palm felt a burning heat. Just as Pei Yingjue was about to let go to grab the medicine, his gaze froze. It landed on a tiny red needle mark on Su Yi’s slightly swollen gland.

The mark was so small it could easily be ignored, but Su Yi’s skin was so pale that the fresh puncture stood out.

Pei Yingjue frowned and rubbed his thumb over the needle mark.

“Wait!”

Su Yi’s entire body began to tremble.

The red dot was still there. It wasn’t drawn on.

Pei Yingjue’s face darkened.

The person pinned beneath him was shivering slightly, and the excessive heat from their skin-to-skin contact transferred to Pei Yingjue’s palm. Only then did he realize that Su Yi was far too hot.

Under normal circumstances, an Alpha in a rut would have a high temperature, but not to the point of being scalding. He had initially assumed it was because Su Yi lacked pheromones.

But now, Pei Yingjue’s brow furrowed deeply.

“What did you inject before you came here?” Pei Yingjue asked coldly.

As expected, the boy’s body stiffened. The magnitude of his flinch was so great that even his earring shook.

“I didn’t inject anything,” Su Yi insisted.

Pei Yingjue sneered. “Is that so?”

His tone was too calm. Just as Su Yi thought he had fooled him, a warm finger suddenly ground against his fragile gland.

“Ugh!”

Pei Yingjue coldly released his grip. Having lost his support and being stimulated like that, even a Beta would have fought back. But Su Yi only shuddered violently and slid down, weak-limbed, to sit on Pei Yingjue’s knee. He used his hands to brace himself against the door as best he could, showing no intention of pushing the other man away. He was utterly submissive.

“I injected an aphrodisiac,” Su Yi said, his voice trembling.

Pei Yingjue’s eyelid twitched.

This kind of drug was typically used to induce an Alpha’s rut or an Omega’s heat prematurely. Couples often used it when trying to conceive, ensuring both partners reached their peak state simultaneously to increase the success rate.

It was not a harmless drug. For low-level Alphas and Omegas, injecting it could lead to pheromone disorders, high fevers, and irregular cycles.

Pei Yingjue’s lab was currently researching how to improve this very formula. He knew better than anyone that it was currently only suitable for high-level individuals; the lower the rank, the more severe the side effects.

For someone like Su Yi, an Alpha with no pheromones or rank, it was a miracle he was only suffering from a fever.

Furthermore, this drug could not be used in conjunction with suppressants.

This meant Su Yi’s only options were to be marked by someone or to mark someone else to release the pressure.

Pei Yingjue looked down at the limp, shivering person and his gaze darkened.

Expect this Su Yi to mark someone else right now? It would be a medical miracle if he could walk out of the dorm without falling.

Pei Yingjue frowned. Does this person even know what he is doing?

“I can’t take suppressants. If you don’t want to mark me, then just throw me out the door.” Perhaps the side effects were peaking; Su Yi had to stop for a breath every few words of that short sentence.

Despite being pinned against the door with no strength to move, his words were stubborn and willful.

That trace of unreasonable behavior inherent to a rich young master surfaced at the most inconvenient time. It became a sharp silver needle, stirring up old grievances and desires, piercing straight through Pei Yingjue’s rationality.

Since he’s delivered himself to my doorstep, I might as well grant his wish. It is his own fault anyway, Pei Yingjue thought recklessly.

Thunder rumbled outside. Su Yi’s nape was suddenly gripped, and Pei Yingjue pulled him away from the door. The small entryway could not contain two fledgling adults; someone bumped into something, and someone tripped. Amidst the pitter-patter of the rain, Su Yi was pressed down into the bed, his vision spinning.

Pei Yingjue’s knee pressed against Su Yi’s lower back while his hands held the boy’s shoulders as he leaned down.

The moment the gland was pierced, the person beneath him thrashed like a fish on a cutting board. Before Pei Yingjue could pin him down, Su Yi buried his head into the pillow. A faint muffled groan escaped him, only to be swallowed by the sound of the rain.

Salty, moist pheromones surged through the room, as if the rain had leaked inside. It was humid, sticky, and suffocating.

Though it was an act of extreme intimacy, the room was eerily quiet, save for the sound of heavy breathing.

Su Yi was irrational due to his rut, but Pei Yingjue was not. He actually let go after just one bite. He sat up halfway, looking down at the trembling figure beneath him, and sighed.

“Get up and take some fever reducers.” Pei Yingjue estimated that this small amount of pheromones should be enough to suppress the effects of the aphrodisiac. After some medicine and a suppressant tomorrow, Su Yi would be able to get through this.

He reached out to pull the person lying on the bed, but they did not budge.

Su Yi’s waist was limp, yet his hands were deathly tight around the pillow, wrinkling the case until his knuckles turned white.

Pei Yingjue frowned, thinking he had fainted from the fever or was suffocating in the pillow. He leaned down and reached out to cup Su Yi’s face, wanting to pull him away from the pillow.

His fingertips met a patch of wetness.

Seeing Su Yi trying to bury himself again, Pei Yingjue instinctively used his palm to block him, and then he heard a very faint sound of crying.

Only then did Pei Yingjue realize Su Yi was weeping.

What he had heard earlier wasn’t a groan; it was a sob the young master was trying to suppress because he was too embarrassed to show his face.

Pei Yingjue felt a wave of complex emotions. It was true that Su Yi had delivered himself, but he wasn’t exactly desperate for his mark specifically. Even if Pei Yingjue had tied him up and called his wealthy friends, the trouble would have been handled in no time.

If he truly had not wanted to mark Su Yi, he could have thrown him out, and the boy wouldn’t have just died. Pei Yingjue wasn’t some saintly, responsible person.

To say he did not have his own selfish motives and thoughts would be a lie.

If Su Yi was being ignorant and clouded, was he himself also feverish and lost?

“Where is your phone? Call someone to pick you up.” Pei Yingjue pulled the pillow away and tossed it aside, then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for a reaction.

With the pillow gone and a hand blocking his path, the young master probably felt that hiding his face in the sheets was too undignified. He finally turned his head to look at Pei Yingjue.

The marking hadn’t lasted long, but Su Yi’s face was flushed from being smothered. His temperature had not dropped, and he remained weak.

“I’m not leaving. It’s not enough,” Su Yi murmured.

Pei Yingjue’s expression turned cold. “How is it not enough? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

Seeing the other stay silent, Pei Yingjue assumed he was listening and explained with rare patience, “Do you even know what that drug is? Do you know how much damage it does to your gland? You’re lucky it is just a fever, Su Yi.”

“Behave yourself. Go back, take your medicine, and get your shots. If you keep lingering here, our ‘three rules’ agreement becomes meaningless.”

The latter half was said with finality. Su Yi’s eyes reddened instantly, but he did not move. He just turned his head away. “It’s just not enough.”

Pei Yingjue’s eyelid twitched. He did not understand why Su Yi was doing this, or what wasn’t “enough.”

A few days ago at the hospital, he had made it clear he would not accept the confession, and they had agreed to meet once a week. Su Yi had agreed then. He thought Su Yi was sensible and rational, not someone who would do something this messy.

Could it be that because he had rejected him a few times recently, the boy was risking gland damage just to get a mark?

“Su Yi, why did you take that drug?” Pei Yingjue asked coldly. “Tell the truth, or our agreement is void right now.”

Su Yi stiffened.

If Su Yi had truly done this just because of a rejection, then the agreement was indeed pointless. This person was too unstable. Pei Yingjue would rather live with his disorder forever than have anything to do with Su Yi.

Pei Yingjue thought these cold thoughts while looking at the person whose back was turned to him.

After a long silence, Su Yi finally spoke. “I asked the doctor. Based on our agreement, it would take a month for your condition to improve. But that is too long.”

Pei Yingjue looked up, an illogical guess forming in his mind.

“The preliminary screening is tomorrow. A month is too long.”

Pei Yingjue’s ears rang as the guess became reality. He looked at the person in disbelief, but Su Yi continued, unaware.

“To temporarily stabilize pheromone levels within a normal range, one must be marked multiple times to release pheromones. Opportunities to enter the Alliance are rare and important. You definitely would not have come to find me on your own.”

Su Yi gave a low, hollow laugh. “I thought, since you would not speak up, I would. But I knew if I explained the reason, you definitely would not mark me. I figured I had to make it so you had to mark me. That is why I asked someone for the drug and waited at your door.”

“It’s just…”

At this point, Su Yi’s voice hitched. Pei Yingjue leaned in and pulled him up before he could react, finally seeing those disappointed eyes.

“I just didn’t expect that even like this, you would not be willing to mark me. I’m sorry.” Su Yi looked down, a helpless tug at the corner of his mouth. “I was too abrupt. I overestimated myself. I’m sorry.”

They sat face to face. Su Yi’s hand rested weakly on Pei Yingjue’s arm; he was still very hot. Pei Yingjue looked down at him, but could only see the top of his lowered head.

But soon, the youth gathered his emotions and looked up with steady eyes. “Even so, I hope you can continue to mark me.”

Perhaps Su Yi’s gaze was too scorching, as it almost burned Pei Yingjue. He looked down. “Why?”

Su Yi said, “Because the chance to enter the Alliance is important. I know that without this illness, no one else would be better than you. I don’t want this to hinder your future. I believe you should and definitely can go higher and…”

“Why go to this extent?” Pei Yingjue interrupted him.

Su Yi tilted his head and answered with a serious, matter-of-fact tone, “Because I like you.”

“Did you forget again?”

Pei Yingjue watched him quietly, trying to find something else on his face. Deception, a prank, or even naked lust; anything would do.

But there was nothing. After saying those words, Su Yi seemed to realize he should be embarrassed; his eyes flickered as he scrutinized Pei Yingjue with shyness and anticipation.

He really liked him.

Pei Yingjue fell into an ill-timed silence.

He thought Su Yi was quite foolish. For someone with no background and a gland defect, even his biological parents could not wait to throw him away. Yet Su Yi treated him like a treasure, offering up everything.

How stupid.

And what did that make him, the one marking this fool?

Su Yi did not seem heartbroken by the silence. He seemed to have accepted the fact that Pei Yingjue did not like him. He simply offered up his heart and leaned in, asking in a soft, alluring whisper, “Can we continue the marking? Just consider it me taking advantage of your situation.”

Those eyes blinked rapidly.

Suddenly, a broad palm covered his eyes.

A hand wrapped around Su Yi’s waist and pulled him. Su Yi crashed into Pei Yingjue’s chest and was held in his lap.

Su Yi tried to turn his head but was stopped. Then, he heard Pei Yingjue’s pleasant, clear voice, sounding gentler than usual.

“Don’t do this again.”

“If it hurts, tell me.”

Su Yi’s breath hitched. A warm breath brushed against his gland, making his body stiffen and his eyes close instinctively.

But the expected sting did not come. Instead, gentle movements followed, pulling him bit by bit into a surging sea.

The rain turned into a drizzle, pitter-pattering away.

An absurd night.

Pei Yingjue walked out of the bathroom, hair still dripping. He grabbed a towel from the table and dried it haphazardly as he walked quietly to the bed.

Su Yi was sunken into the mattress, his brow relaxed, sleeping comfortably.

Pei Yingjue reached out to touch his forehead. It wasn’t hot; it seemed the fever had broken. He slowly lifted a corner of the blanket; Su Yi was sleeping soundly in his pajamas.

He pulled the collar down slightly, revealing the somewhat swollen and reddened gland.

He had applied medicine before sleeping; he wondered if it would be better by tomorrow.

Pei Yingjue covered him back up and tucked in the corners.

After finishing this, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the person on the mattress.

Quiet and well-behaved, completely opposite to the seductive, demanding version of him from half an hour ago. For a moment, it was hard to tell which one was the real him.

Pei Yingjue watched for a while then withdrew his gaze.

Su Yi really did like him, to the point of doing something so foolish.

Truthfully, Pei Yingjue was startled by Su Yi’s actions, but beyond the shock, no other emotions stirred. He and Su Yi were not from the same world. He could not fall for Su Yi.

This time was an exception; logically and emotionally, he owed Su Yi a great deal of thanks.

Pei Yingjue stood up and walked to the desk. He opened the drawer where a silver-white ticket lay quietly. He took the ticket out, dazed for a moment, then put it back.

What am I thinking?

Pei Yingjue rubbed his head, grabbed a blanket, and headed for the sofa.

Before he could decide how to thank him, Su Yi was gone.

The next morning, when Pei Yingjue woke up, the dorm was empty. The blanket was neatly folded, and even the pajamas were hung back exactly where they belonged.

If he had not received a message from Su Yi, Pei Yingjue might have thought he’d dreamt the whole thing in a fit of madness.

[Su Yi: I’ve gone back. Get some good rest.]

Pei Yingjue sat up. Looking at the message from half an hour ago, he typed with a heavy expression.

[Mn. How is your body?]

Su Yi seemed busy. Pei Yingjue waited thirty minutes for a reply. One look at it made his brow furrow.

[Su Yi: Much better, thank you for your concern.]

Distant and polite. Not even an emoticon.

Pei Yingjue stared at the reply that left no room for further conversation. He rubbed his temples, feeling a surge of inexplicable irritability.

Did I hurt him yesterday? Or was I too rough?

The thought startled him. He stood up with a frown, tossed his phone aside, and walked into the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on his face, Pei Yingjue calmed down. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought:

This is how normal people socialize. Why am I annoyed?

He didn’t like Su Yi anyway.

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