FOBTS CH55

Chapter 55: Don’t Come Near

Song Ruochen: “@v@”

[ “Rewind Coin Pouch” has been authorized for the host to use independently.]

[ @v@ Temperature too high, system has shut down.]

Jian Yuheng (Flaming Frenzy Version) suppressed the raging desire roaring within him, pressing his hands onto Song Ruochen’s shoulders.

“Saviour, why aren’t you rewinding now?” Jian Yuheng asked in a low voice.

If he didn’t go back soon, even 998’s theoretical score wouldn’t be enough to hold him back.

Jian Yuheng grabbed Song Ruochen, shaking him like a crooked sapling: “…Song Ruochen, rewind for me.”

Clang, crash, clatter, bang.

Five liqueur chocolates flew out, followed by cheese biscuits, cranberry cookies, a pile of suppressants, a power bank, a stamp, and five buttons.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Well, shaking him seemed to lighten the load quite a bit.

Grape extended a vine, hesitantly smacking Jian Yuheng’s head with a thwack.

“Don’t shake me.” Song Ruochen, dizzy from the shaking, opened his eyes.

“Don’t go crazy.” Jian Yuheng said, “It’s me, Jian Yuheng, don’t hit me.”

The grapevine firmly smacked Jian Yuheng’s shoulder.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

🙁

“…Can’t rewind.” Song Ruochen said, “It shut down.”

His voice was soft, tinged with a weak, breathy quality, and his breathing was faster than usual.

Jian Yuheng (Flaming Rampage Version) felt like he’d run thousands of miles through a desert, finding only a drop of sweet grape juice—not enough to quench his thirst, but enough to make him crave more.

Jian Yuheng scooped him up horizontally, took a few steps, and let Song Ruochen lean back on the sofa.

Song Ruochen was in bad shape. He slumped, head tilted to one side, his forehead damp with sweat, his lips a bit redder than usual.

Jian Yuheng’s gaze softened slightly.

He must be really suffering; even the neurotic Omega wasn’t being neurotic anymore.

“It’s okay,” he comforted, “Special meds can’t be used short-term repeatedly, but they can help. You…”

Song Ruochen flopped down, taking over the entire sofa, wriggling like a fish out of water, thrashing and flipping like a salted fish.

Jian Yuheng got kicked several times.

Damn it, the textbook was too limited. It never mentioned any Omega acting like this during their heat.

No choice now—he caused this mess unintentionally, so he had to fix it.

Nonsense, it’s Little Grape’s fault for showing up right when you were injecting suppressants.

It was just a message, but you insisted on telling him in person because you wanted to see him.

“Shut up!” Jian Yuheng snapped.

Song Ruochen: “o.-？”

Song Ruochen: “Second Young Master, I’m feeling a bit rough…”

His body felt as soft as grape jelly, sour and weak, without strength.

Mainly… from the back of his neck, waves of tingling sensations spread through his body like electric currents, burning him with a touch of irritation.

“Second Young Master,” Song Ruochen opened his misty eyes, “Get a pen and paper, record my last words.”

Song Ruochen: “The unfinished fruit goes to Yan Ci, the uneaten snacks to Meng Yumian, weighed precisely to two decimal places.”

“…You’ll be fine.” A pair of hands flipped him over, making him lie face-down on the sofa.

Jian Yuheng leaned over, pinning the flailing Omega to the sofa.

Song Ruochen kept muttering: “The trash in the bin goes to Assistant Gong, the unfinished work in my computer folder goes to Second Young Master… ah!”

Without warning, the Alpha leaned down, as if trying to squash him into a raisin. Then, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck.

Song Ruochen: “Ow QAQ”

His pale fingers, gripping the cushion, tightened suddenly, the tips reddened by the rough surface.

Song Ruochen raised both hands and feet in protest.

Protest denied. Jian Yuheng didn’t let go, swiftly pinning his arms and legs as if he’d anticipated the struggle.

Song Ruochen blinked: “TwT”

The pain didn’t last long. After a dozen seconds, the bitten spot on his neck turned sore and numb, and… it didn’t feel as bad?

Song Ruochen: “- w -”

Song Ruochen: “^w^”

The neurotic Omega suddenly stopped struggling. Jian Yuheng finally freed a hand, using the back of it to wipe the tears from Song Ruochen’s cheek, then gently rubbing his face.

Alpha pheromones seeped into the bitten gland bit by bit. Song Ruochen’s breathing normalized, and at the same time, Jian Yuheng tasted the sweet grape pheromone flavor.

God of Grapes—everyone who’s tried it says it’s divine.

Regaining some clarity, Song Ruochen vaguely realized what they were doing.

This was… a temporary marking?

Magical. It felt like some hawthorn essence had been left in his body, temporarily easing the restless craving.

But in its place… was a deeper desire?

Still, his mind was clear enough to return to his normal grape state.

But the Alpha behind him was breathing faster now. Jian Yuheng, still gripping his hands, was so warm it made him tremble slightly.

The temporary marking didn’t take long. Soon, Jian Yuheng let go.

“Second Master…” Song Ruochen struggled to turn his head, suddenly catching sight of the Alpha’s reddened eyes.

Song Ruochen: “?”

Red-eyed, waist-grabbing literature?

Jian Yuheng (Molten Fury Version) held him down with one hand, the other lifting the hem of his white shirt.

“Jian Yuheng…” Song Ruochen called out with difficulty.

The Alpha’s movements stopped abruptly. The air was filled only with his heavy breathing. After a dozen seconds, Jian Yuheng slowly released his hold and sat back on the sofa.

“Don’t make noise,” Jian Yuheng said to the air, “All of you, shut up.”

Song Ruochen: “…?”

What the heck?

In the midst of a scorching heat, this sent a chill through him.

“Evil Young Master? You okay?” he asked.

“Don’t come near,” Jian Yuheng said.

After a moment, the Alpha picked up an Alpha suppressant from the sofa’s edge, popped the cap, and injected it into his neck.

Sweat dripped down Jian Yuheng’s face. His tie was loosened, collar open, revealing a toned chest.

After being triggered by highly compatible pheromones, forced suppression wasn’t pleasant. Jian Yuheng closed his eyes, waiting for a while before gradually calming the restlessness and desire within.

Song Ruochen, freshly marked, lay on his side on the sofa, already fast asleep in a daze.

“Song Ruochen?” Jian Yuheng called.

Song Ruochen: “Zzzz.”

The saviour slept soundly, cheeks still faintly flushed, lips redder and prettier than usual.

The grape-scented pheromones in the air had dissipated a lot. Jian Yuheng could sense a trace of his own scent on Song Ruochen—a subtle sweet-sour hawthorn note, not strong, but undeniably present.

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

The Alpha’s base possessiveness was temporarily satisfied.

He grabbed a clean towel, soaked it in cold water, and gently pressed it to Song Ruochen’s neck, wiping away the blood.

The freshly bitten spot was sensitive and fragile. Song Ruochen, in his sleep, grumbled softly, displeased.

“It’s fine, I’m putting some ointment on it,” Jian Yuheng said.

The Omega’s pale neck bore a glaring bite mark. From an ABO textbook perspective, it wasn’t a great bite—too deep, maybe a 70/100.

For a top student, this was a critical hit.

While Song Ruochen slept, he vaguely felt a hand lingering at his neck, massaging the sore gland. Gradually, the pain faded, leaving only a soft, tingling sensation rippling down his spine.

He slept peacefully.

The next morning.

[Ding-ding-ding, Rewind Coin Pouch revived!]

[Little Grape, time to wake up!]

Song Ruochen slowly opened his eyes, closed them, then opened them again, realizing he was lying in his own bed.

[ Host’s body temperature is normal, pheromone levels stable, successfully passed sudden heat state.]

[ Congratulations to the host for completing the heat cycle.]

Song Ruochen: “Uh…”

It didn’t feel that complete.

He raised a hand, hesitantly touching the gland at the back of his neck.

“Ah, ouch, eek.” Song Ruochen yelped.

It hurt like hell.

[ What’s wrong? What happened while I was offline?]

“Nothing,” Song Ruochen said, “It was an emergency. Jian Yuheng bit my neck.”

[ ?!]

[ Bit your neck? Temporary marking?!]

[ You guys are playing this big behind closed doors?]

[ I’m always missing the hot gossip.]

Song Ruochen: “?”

Is this how you show concern for your host?

“I told you it was an accident,” Song Ruochen said.

[ So, how’d it feel?]

Song Ruochen: “No particular feeling…”

Click. The suite’s door was swiped open, and Jian Yuheng appeared at the doorway, holding a bottle of water.

Song Ruochen: “Huh?”

It was a bit magical.

Invisibly, it felt like something had connected him to Jian Yuheng. Every move the other made seemed to tug at his thoughts.

Could he tug at Jian Yuheng’s thoughts too?

“It’s the effect of the temporary marking,” Jian Yuheng explained, noticing his confusion. “An Alpha injects their pheromones into an Omega by biting their gland, creating a close connection between the two for a short period.”

Jian Yuheng frowned: “How do you not know this?”

Song Ruochen had read about it in novels, but the playful words on a page were different from the critical details these people focused on.

“I… have too many things to handle every day,” Song Ruochen said. “So my brain cleared out some stuff.”

Jian Yuheng: “Not formatted?”

Song Ruochen: “Not quite.”

Curious about this “close connection” between Alphas and Omegas, he manipulated his grape-scented pheromones and gave Jian Yuheng a little poke.

How does this connection work? Let’s test it.

The grape-scented pheromones patted Jian Yuheng’s shoulder, pinched his cheek, and finally tapped his head.

Jian Yuheng: “Proxy touching is still hooliganism.”

Song Ruochen’s eyes darted away, guiltily looking elsewhere.

“I had someone bring you breakfast,” Jian Yuheng said. “Eat up. We’ve got a meeting later, and Secretary Song is Xiao Shi’s face.”

Song Ruochen: “:)”

He stood to head toward the dining table but found his legs wobbly, causing him to stumble straight into Jian Yuheng, who was turning the corner.

Jian Yuheng: “Throwing yourself into my arms?”

“No…” Song Ruochen’s cheeks warmed. “It’s because Second Young Master didn’t signal his turn.”

Jian Yuheng: “皿”

Here we go again—Grape’s twisted logic.

This temporary marking was well done. The savior was fully alive.