GBROTAH CH3

Chapter 3: Pheromone Disorder

“…Shen Bianye?”

The almost animalistic instinct people have before danger made Xie Yuanxing hesitate to turn around, instead calling out Shen Bianye’s name with a questioning tone. His voice was very soft, afraid of startling the person behind him. If one listened closely, a subtle unease could be detected beneath his calm words.

The person behind him didn’t make a sound. The dorm room was quiet and dim. In the darkness, a hand rested on Xie Yuanxing’s lower back. Xie Yuanxing, caught off guard by the touch on his waist, instinctively shivered. Unable to bear the strange atmosphere any longer, he abruptly shook off Shen Bianye’s hand and tried to walk towards his own bed. He still didn’t dare to turn back or confront Shen Bianye; the natural difference in their physiques meant he wouldn’t fare well if they came to blows.

He didn’t turn around, but someone helped him turn. Xie Yuanxing felt a great force from behind him, and his entire body instantly lost balance, being pulled and spun around sharply. It was also the person behind him who helped him maintain his balance after turning.

His waist was gripped by a broad, strong hand. Long, well-defined fingers traced over his waist inch by inch through a thin layer of clothing. Every piece of his skin was touched. More like a measurement, a confinement, than an embrace. It was an overly intrusive private invasion, like catching a bird’s wings, or pinching a snake’s vital spot. There was also a hint of hidden, unspeakable familiarity in the movement, making Xie Yuanxing feel as if he was being held captive, like an object of amusement.

Xie Yuanxing gritted his teeth, his voice finally tinged with anger, “Shen Bianye, what the hell are you doing?”

Shen Bianye finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, sighing softly, “So thin, Xingxing.”

“Why did you let yourself get so thin? So pitiful.”

What was this person saying? What was he… calling him so randomly?

Because it was so unbelievable, Xie Yuanxing first froze, then a huge wave of anger surged through his brain. The fist that had been clenching tightly in his palm, telling himself to endure, suddenly slammed into Shen Bianye. “Who the hell gave you permission to call me that?!” Still with that tone, that tone, damn it.

Xie Yuanxing’s chest heaved violently, his withdrawn hand trembling slightly. Looking at Shen Bianye, whose expression was obscured as he turned his head, he slowly realized his impulsiveness. He didn’t have the capital to cause trouble.

Clenching his fingers, Xie Yuanxing suppressed his anger and said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you.” He was apologizing, but his tone was stiff: “If you’re angry, you can hit me back, but don’t call me Xingxing next time.”

Shen Bianye’s mind was already unclear. The sudden onset of his susceptibility period put him in a state where he acted entirely on instinct. He poked his reddened cheek with the tip of his tongue. A sharp stinging pain hit him, and Shen Bianye, instead, laughed.

“Hit you back?”

“I will hit you back.”

He moved closer to Xie Yuanxing. Xie Yuanxing stood still, closing his eyes, waiting for the pain to descend. The next second, his body lifted off the ground. He was picked up by the waist and, before Xie Yuanxing could react, he was carried to the desk and half-lay on it, facing the surface.

Xie Yuanxing’s eyes snapped open. “What are you doing?!” He reached out, propping himself on the desk, trying to turn around, but Shen Bianye’s arm on his lower back pressed him down firmly. No matter how hard Xie Yuanxing struggled to push himself up, he couldn’t move an inch. He knew Shen Bianye enjoyed working out; he’d occasionally seen his muscled, well-defined, and full arms when he was shirtless in the dorm. But only now did he truly feel the strength contained within them.

Xie Yuanxing struggled until his face was red, his pale cheeks flushed, and his temples throbbed with anger. “Shen…”

Thwack—

A clear, crisp sound interrupted Xie Yuanxing’s words. He first froze, then his eyes slowly widened to their extreme, his pupils contracting sharply.

He’d been hit… His butt had been hit….

Shen Bianye patted his butt, as if kneading it, his tone familiar, “You don’t like me calling you Xingxing, then how about calling you baobao?”

“Are you f*cking insane?!” Xie Yuanxing struggled madly, unable to use his hands to push up, he kicked backward with his legs, practically using both hands and feet to try and escape this humiliating situation. He struggled so much that Shen Bianye couldn’t hold him for a moment, but Xie Yuanxing didn’t gain much either, only managing to turn around.

Shen Bianye’s tall body blocked the desk, his strong arms braced on either side of it. In that narrow, confined space between the desk and him, Xie Yuanxing was trapped. Xie Yuanxing’s eyes were blazing with fire. Due to his recent vigorous struggles and exasperation, a thin blush covered his pale face. He suddenly grabbed Shen Bianye’s collar, angrily locking eyes with him. “Look clearly at who I am! There’s a limit to losing your mind.”

Shen Bianye’s strange state made him realize this person wasn’t clear-headed right now. But he still naively thought Shen Bianye should have some reason.

Shen Bianye didn’t resist, letting Xie Yuanxing pull his collar closer, his gaze fixed on the flush beneath Xie Yuanxing’s eyes, answering irrelevantly, “Baobao’s mole here is red.”

So cute, so cute, so cute. He even moved closer, his lips slightly parted, vaguely as if… to lick.

Xie Yuanxing’s pupils contracted. He abruptly pushed the person away. “Shen Bianye, have you burnt your brain out with a fever?!”

“Can you even tell who I am?”

A short, teasing laugh sounded above his head. Xie Yuanxing’s chin was gripped. Shen Bianye’s grip was strong, pinching him painfully. He couldn’t dodge and was forced to tilt his head from side to side with the force. Shen Bianye scrutinized this face, this person, and his thumb on Xie Yuanxing’s chin rubbed slightly. “Heh, of course, I know who you are.”

Xie Yuanxing reached out and slapped Shen Bianye’s hand away. “Good that you know, let go.”

“My little Omega, pretending to be a beta to deliberately seduce me.”

Their voices almost simultaneously rang out. Xie Yuanxing’s temple twitched. He endured Shen Bianye’s words again and again but still couldn’t help but utter those two words. “Idiot.”

He turned his head, sweeping away the messy hair at the nape of his neck, revealing his smooth, fair neck. “I don’t care if you have a fever or some damn susceptibility period, look clearly: I’m a beta.”

“If you’re sick, go get treatment. Don’t go crazy here.”

Shen Bianye’s state was clearly not right. Even if Xie Yuanxing was foolish, he wouldn’t think it was just a fever; the most likely possibility was that his susceptibility period had arrived. He was about to let go, but a hand reached out from behind, brushing his hand, and forcefully inserted itself between his fingers, gripping his hand in an undeniable posture.

Hot breaths cascaded onto Xie Yuanxing’s neck, as if to scorch that small patch of skin. Xie Yuanxing keenly sensed the danger and sharply said, “Shen Bianye, you… hiss!”

All his words were instantly blocked in his throat. Xie Yuanxing instinctively arched his head backward, his lips slightly parted, letting out a pained gasp. Shen Bianye suppressed all of the person’s struggles beneath him, burying his face obsessively in that fair nape, his canines gently gnawing at that piece of flesh, then mercilessly piercing through it. His voice was muffled and his breath hot, “Baobao, are your pheromones milk-flavored? So sweet.”

Xie Yuanxing felt no sweetness; he wasn’t an Omega and had no scent gland in his neck. All he felt was pain from being bitten. It felt like he was bleeding, it hurt so much that he had to keep gasping to relieve it. Yet, the perpetrator kept praising him, saying he was sweet, fragrant, and that his pheromones smelled good. Xie Yuanxing was exceptionally angry and was pressed down, unable to move. For a moment, he just opened his mouth and cursed, not caring what he said.

“Fragrant your father! Damn it!”

“You can’t even tell the difference between an Omega and a beta, I’ll screw your grand-dad.”

“Shen Bianye, you… mmph…”

Shen Bianye freed one hand, groping by feel, and covered Xie Yuanxing’s mouth. In contrast to his forceful actions, his tone was gentle, “Shh, don’t curse.”

“If you say one more swear word, I’ll stick my finger in your mouth.”

His rough fingertips rubbed and pressed against the tender flesh of his lips, as if searching for an opening. “How about it? Want to try? It’s fun.”

Xie Yuanxing bit his teeth again and again, the fire in his eyes almost erupting, but in the end, he stifled his words, feeling wronged. This was too perverted; he couldn’t afford to provoke him.

Seeing that he had stopped talking, Shen Bianye devoted himself to his “business.” His lips and teeth ground on the smooth nape of the neck, and his tongue licked away the seeping blood beads. The metallic taste spread in his mouth, which didn’t calm Shen Bianye down; instead, it instantly excited him. He repeatedly licked over the bite mark he had left, then couldn’t help but grind and rub with his canines. The person beneath him was trembling faintly. Shen Bianye half-gripped the slender neck, feeling the Adam’s apple slide repeatedly in his palm.

While Shen Bianye was grinding Xie Yuanxing’s wound on his neck with his sharp teeth, he murmured with sympathetic sighs: “Trembling so pitifully, baobao.”

Xie Yuanxing’s eyes reddened. When Shen Bianye again showed an intention to bite, he finally couldn’t help but beg: “Don’t bite my neck… don’t bite anymore, it hurts so much, Shen Bianye, please.”

“…It really hurts.” His voice was also trembling, his crying tone not obvious, only hidden in his shaking voice.

Shen Bianye paused, then turned him over, his fingers covering the corner of his eye, asking in a low voice, “Did you cry? Why are you so pitiful, baobao?”

Xie Yuanxing uncomfortably turned his head away. “I didn’t cry. Have you bitten enough? Let go of me.” He wasn’t wrong; no tears had actually fallen. In the faint moonlight from the window, Shen Bianye saw that his face wasn’t wet, just that the corners of his eyes were a little red.

There was also another place that was red, which had been alluring Shen Bianye from the very beginning. Xie Yuanxing’s tilted head allowed Shen Bianye to see it better. That little tear mole. If he licked it, could he lick out tears from inside? Shen Bianye was very curious, staring at it intently, slowly approaching bit by bit, unconsciously softening his breathing, afraid that any accident would startle Xie Yuanxing.

Let him lick it, just one lick, he would only taste it, just once. He’d been rejected twice already, this time he should… be allowed to lick. He didn’t even consider why Xie Yuanxing should let him lick the tear mole on his face, or how intimate and provocative such an action was. The fever from his susceptibility period made his entire mind unclear, his brain hot, the world hazy, only that tear mole enticing him, clear before his eyes.

Without any warning, before he tasted that tear mole, Shen Bianye passed out. Before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, a strong sense of regret flashed through his heart.

Tsk, he still didn’t get to taste it.