TYMIMA Chapter 31

As these words were uttered, Zhan Pingchuan’s breath froze for a moment, and his gaze, as expected, grew profound.

 

The word “kiss” was very subtle. If the relationship between two people was separated by layers of thin membranes, needing to be pierced one by one through long interactions, gradually moving toward intimacy, then “kiss” was the critical point, the spark that would burn all the membranes to ashes.

 

He used his gaze to carefully trace Lance’s contours, from those eyes that he always fe

 

lt were spirited, to the nose bridge that was smaller and more upturned than anyone in Desert City, to the lips that could be described as full, with obviously undulating arcs, and finally, back to those eyes with slightly pointed corners and upturned ends.

 

Compared to high-level Awakened ones, Lance seemed more like a fragile, innocent small animal, needing more care and protection.

 

Yet he had clearly seen Lance in the underground city, wielding a dagger, cleanly and efficiently dispatching Pouncers. He could be certain that at that time, those eyes concealed a sharpness far beyond ordinary people.

 

There were many contradictory and complex things about Lance, but all of this made his pure and proper temperament particularly bewitching.

 

Objectively speaking, Lance, as an Omega, was extremely outstanding in appearance. No matter where he was placed, he should be an object of active pursuit by Alphas.

 

So it was very normal for him to develop feelings for Lance.

 

But strangely, whenever Zhan Pingchuan gazed at Lance, he felt that his emotions should be a bit deeper than love at first sight, as if liking this person had already become an innate habit for him.

 

But clearly, he had never seen Lance before this.

 

Zhan Pingchuan could finally breathe, only this time his breath was deeper and longer than usual. His Adam’s apple rolled slightly, his palm gradually sliding from Lance’s back to his side waist.

 

When they first met, Lance had a pale, sickly appearance, dressed simply and plainly, his expression restrained and introverted, very much fitting the quality of a good student who studied hard despite poor family circumstances.

 

But upon actually touching this waist, Zhan Pingchuan discovered that while Lance was thin, he wasn’t weak.

 

Through the thin short-sleeved shirt, what he felt wasn’t the outline of hip bones clinging to skin, but a firm yet supple layer of muscle.

 

Only someone who had trained for years would have such well-conditioned muscles. With this layer of muscle protecting the bones, no matter what high-difficulty fighting was done, it wouldn’t be easy to get injured.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s palm gripped firmly, his arm exerting force, lifting Lance up.

 

Lance seemed not to have expected this action, startled into instinctively grabbing his upper arm, but that was all—no further struggle.

 

And he could feel that at this moment, in the Spirit Realm system, the Outer God had awakened.

 

It was trying to see clearly through his vision, but the glasses caused it trouble. It regretfully discovered that whenever it found something interesting in the human world, the channel would suddenly become blurry. It had no choice but to withdraw its vision sullenly, returning to slumber in chaos.

 

Zhan Pingchuan carried Lance, placing him on the desk in the corner that had never been used.

 

The desk wasn’t low. When Lance sat on it, his legs dangled in the air, his school uniform pants pulled up, revealing a small section of rarely seen ankle bones.

 

And his gaze was exactly level with Zhan Pingchuan’s.

 

In today’s society, the concept of mixed blood no longer existed. People only distinguished by race. But for Desert City, where most people had black hair and black eyes, Lance’s reddish-brown hair, amber eyes, yet with the delicate and gentle features of an Eastern person, made him a thorough little mixed-blood.

 

Little mixed-bloods were always cute, his skin more than a shade whiter than his own.

 

As he separated those suspended legs and firmly pinned the person against the desk, Zhan Pingchuan couldn’t help but think.

 

Lance instinctively closed his knees together, but finding himself powerless, he gave up.

 

Just like Zhan Pingchuan’s seemingly innate liking for him, he also seemed to have an innate trust in Zhan Pingchuan.

 

This person, no matter what, would never do anything to harm him.

 

Throughout this time, the soothing pheromones never stopped. Under the influence of the gentian pheromones, Lance involuntarily hung his arms around Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulders.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan grabbed his hand, stuffing his nearly waist-length long hair into his palm. He didn’t say he agreed, only said: “Be good, hold it yourself.”

 

When saying this, Zhan Pingchuan’s tone was different from his usual teasing. His voice carried undisguised emotion and deliberately controlled hoarseness.

 

This made his voice sound very deep, as if it could slowly grind from the ear canal to the depths of one’s heart.

 

Lance pinched his own hair, feeling as if a current of electricity passed through his chest, precisely striking his palm.

 

He was very clear about what Zhan Pingchuan’s assigned task meant, and because of this, his breathing deepened just from that one sentence.

 

The air was damp and cool, clinging to the skin, causing the swollen gland to tighten its pores.

 

His gland was completely exposed before Zhan Pingchuan’s eyes, for him to examine, for him to admire.

 

Zhan Pingchuan didn’t rashly touch that place with his lips.

 

It looked pitifully swollen, at least five millimeters higher than normal skin, causing the surrounding neck area about half a fist in size to redden. The gland nucleus inside, used for storing pheromones, was contracting as if in response to stress.

 

Zhan Pingchuan lowered his eyes and covered it with his fingers. He suddenly recalled how Lance had touched his gland in front of him when they first met, so he deliberately imitated it, circling and rubbing along the swollen edge, each breath falling on that small patch of skin deeper than the last.

 

“Baby, do you know what it means to let an Alpha kiss your gland?”

 

Lance didn’t know.

 

Just having Zhan Pingchuan rub and caress this area with his fingertips was enough to excite his pheromones.

 

So he leaned forward a bit, his chest almost touching Zhan Pingchuan’s. He rested his chin on Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder, tilted his head, and his gaze happened to fall on the two turquoise pendants hanging from Zhan Pingchuan’s earlobe.

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Lance deliberately touched those two dangling pendants with the tip of his nose, but his nostrils were filled with the scent of gentian pheromones.

 

The White Pharaoh actually found it difficult to feel emotions like shame, but he indeed didn’t have much AO-related experience before.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s fingers moved inch by inch toward the center of the gland, his fingertips stopping there, feeling the contraction of the gland nucleus and the temperature of the swollen skin.

 

He pressed down slightly, and Lance immediately contracted from the slight pain, his nose tip hitting Zhan Pingchuan’s ear bone hard.

 

“It hurts, I’m afraid of pain.”

 

Lance didn’t know why he would say such things to Zhan Pingchuan. In the Black Lantern Society, he was one of the few who could endure pain.

 

In his numerous confrontations with the Outer God from childhood to adulthood, he had already made endurance a habit.

 

It was like someone who had developed a habit of picking at wounds and tearing scabs. Even knowing it would hurt, they somehow derived a masochistic pleasure from it.

 

So the last time he summoned the Outer God to kill Erdiff, even knowing he would suffer afterward, he hadn’t hesitated.

 

But he seemed to have told Zhan Pingchuan about pain more than once, as if this person had once rescued him from suffering.

 

“Be good, bear with it a bit. The swelling needs to be massaged out.” Zhan Pingchuan withdrew his fingers, patted his back for comfort, and parted his long hair a bit more.

 

Actually, for an Omega lacking pheromones, a temporary mark would be a good recovery method. It wouldn’t penetrate as deeply as a lifetime mark, only leaving the Alpha’s pheromones in the superficial layer of the skin. After some time, the scent would dissipate.

 

But today, with such severe swelling, having it bitten open would indeed be too pitiful. Even if Lance wasn’t afraid, Zhan Pingchuan couldn’t bear to do it.

 

Zhan Pingchuan finally nodded and covered Lance’s gland with his lips. At the same time, gentian pheromones more gently enveloped the tired gland nucleus.

 

The lips have a million nerve endings. They feel much deeper, gentler, and more sensual than fingers.

 

The moment Zhan Pingchuan kissed him, this common knowledge floated into Lance’s mind. Then, his fingers instinctively gripped Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder blades tightly.

 

Zhan Pingchuan first gave several light, fleeting touches, kissing all around the gland, while saying: “Little red fox, I need to take you to watch more crime films in the future.”

 

He called him all sorts of strange nicknames.

 

“Hmm?” Lance’s breathing was uneven. He seemed to no longer have the energy to think about the Outer God, Si Hongche, Oliver, underground city illusions, and other trivial matters. All his nerves were forcibly concentrated on his gland, feeling this heart-trembling touch firsthand.

 

“To let you know how treacherous people’s hearts are. A pure and cute little O like you could easily be taken advantage of by criminals if you’re not careful. This gland area, you must never let anyone see it casually in the future.”

 

Lance was like a cat being stroked under the chin, not feeling ashamed, but instead pushing his gland closer to Zhan Pingchuan’s lips.

 

“Can’t I show it to you either, Classmate Zhan?”

 

He asked with a straight face, but actually didn’t take it to heart at all. In fact, if anyone dared to covet the White Pharaoh’s gland, they would probably be castrated and thrown into the river by High Tower Guild very quickly.

 

“Someone like me with upright character, pure heart, and strong self-control is definitely an exception.” Zhan Pingchuan said shamelessly.

 

With Zhan Pingchuan’s close comfort, Lance wasn’t in as much pain anymore, so he couldn’t help but laugh, muttering softly: “Playboy talk.”

 

“Tsk.” After a slightly upturned tone, Zhan Pingchuan suddenly used his lips to pinch the swollen gland, grinding it hard. “Not behaving.”

 

“Ah—” Lance’s body shook violently, a long moan escaping from his throat.

 

After the moan, he bit his lip, held his breath, his arms squeezing Zhan Pingchuan tighter, the glasses on his nose bridge sliding down awkwardly.

 

It was too stimulating. He could hardly imagine that having his gland forcefully pinched would produce such a subtle and unspeakable reaction.

 

He arched his back, somewhat resentful of the Omega gland’s sensitivity, yet unwilling to escape from under Zhan Pingchuan’s lips.

 

In fact, he couldn’t escape. Zhan Pingchuan had separated his knees from the beginning, blocking his retreat.

 

This was probably a common trait of Alphas. No matter how easygoing and friendly they usually were, when aroused, they were full of desire to control Omegas.

 

The Moth Rong Weng, sensing its master’s suddenly changed cry, quickly crawled out from the edge of his sleeve. It bared its teeth, eager to give the threatening fellow a bite.

 

Amidst his trembling, Lance lightly flicked it, sending it back into his sleeve.

 

The little insect was dizzy: “……”

 

Zhan Pingchuan somewhat mischievously used his lips to lightly pinch the already stimulated gland, his voice muffled as he asked: “Tell me, is it still playboy talk?”

 

This was clearly a somewhat threatening tone, but the White Pharaoh tolerated someone else’s threat for the first time. He rolled the sarcastic words in his throat, then chose not to say a single word.

 

Sure enough, Zhan Pingchuan gave the vulnerable gland another hard pinch. The compressed gland, like jelly, was first lifted up, then quickly bounced back, leaving only a mark that changed from white to red.

 

Lance’s back tensed, his calves involuntarily hooking around the back of Zhan Pingchuan’s knees, the sob in his throat swallowed down with great difficulty.

 

August-born little idiot, clearly just of age, but quite skilled.

 

Lance couldn’t take another one. He was afraid he would enter heat in the illusion.

 

So reluctantly, he had to give in, biting Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder while being forced to admit: “It’s not. Don’t bite.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan was also afraid of bullying him too much. Like a male wild animal licking the fur of a female, he used the tip of his tongue to lightly sweep over the area he had pinched.

 

“So obedient.”

 

Lance felt the nimble tongue tip. He had heard that before marking an Omega, Alphas would first lick the gland wet, then find the softest, fullest place to bite.

 

So he couldn’t help but become nervous, his breathing losing its rhythm.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan quickly retreated, continuing to lightly touch with his lips, as if just now was only to comfort him.

 

Zhan Pingchuan wasn’t feeling good either. Resisting his nature made every cell in his body scream in dissatisfaction. The red blood vessels in his eyes gradually climbed up, and his back was covered with sweat.

 

But in the end, reluctance to hurt easily defeated possessiveness. He lingered on the gland with a final kiss, then moved away.

 

Zhan Pingchuan pondered that suppressants were something he should keep at home from now on.

 

Take one occasionally, cultivate character, achieve enlightenment on the spot—not bad.

 

Under the effect of Alpha pheromones, Lance’s gland fatigue was quickly alleviated.

 

He listlessly rested on Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder, secretly glancing at the time.

 

The hour hand had moved to eleven o’clock sharp.

 

Those who had assassinated Boras and Kluova knew that this was the time when that flight took off from Harbor Tan Airport.

 

Lance turned his head and closed his eyes.

 

Last time, the Blue Pivot special plane had been attacked twice, but both attempts ended in failure. Later, everyone learned that Boras and Kluova had switched to a commercial flight at the last minute.

 

Si Hongche was probably expecting something to happen on that passenger plane at this moment.

 

It seemed he would be disappointed.

 

Zhan Pingchuan also looked at the time.

 

Eleven o’clock was a very sensitive time for someone who had arranged an assassination. At this time, Boras and Kluova’s plane had taken off.

 

Would that person from the Black Lantern Society bring a rocket launcher and blow up the passenger plane directly?

 

Zhan Pingchuan really wanted to check the news, but he was afraid the person creating the illusion would notice something fishy.

 

Lance poked Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder blade center with his finger: “Tired, want to rest.”

 

Having experienced a long period of pheromone exchange, he didn’t want to separate from Zhan Pingchuan yet, so he hoped Zhan Pingchuan would lie beside him.

 

“You sleep. I’ll go buy you some shumai?”

 

It was also lunchtime. After experiencing so many regressions and just having soothed the gland, Zhan Pingchuan guessed Lance must be hungry. This time he had no mission, so he definitely had more than enough time to queue for shumai.

 

Lance’s nerves immediately jumped sensitively.

 

The little idiot still didn’t understand?

 

He immediately wrapped his arms around Zhan Pingchuan’s neck, his long hair, freed from restraint, quickly covering his thin back.

 

He looked at Zhan Pingchuan with weary eyes, suggesting directly to the point: “Classmate Zhan, I want you to stay with me.”

 

The mist receded at dusk, and the outline of the setting sun appeared on the horizon.

 

In the illusion, eleven o’clock had passed, the plane had taken off safely.

 

Three o’clock had passed, the plane had landed safely.

 

At four o’clock, Boras and Kluova entered the campus. The Blue Pivot inspection team was on full alert, but until they ‘completed their mission,’ they hadn’t suffered any attacks.

 

In the official car numbered C.P.1-002.001, Si Hongche’s face was as cold as water, his brows and eyes shrouded in gloom.

 

Through Oliver’s Spirit Realm system, he saw those freshmen engaging in various nearly insane celebration activities after returning to the classroom.

 

Some crouched in the bathroom calling their parents, sobbing loudly, claiming they wanted to drop out and would never enter an underground city again.

 

Some rushed into the cafeteria, waving their hands to buy all the roast chicken and duck, then chopped off the chicken and duck heads, crunching them one by one.

 

Some directly burst into the principal’s office, incoherently demanding that the principal absolutely must not hold any competitions, or they would turn on the gas and perish together with the principal.

 

There were even couples who ran back to the dormitory, shamelessly and recklessly playing with each other’s glands.

 

No one cared about Erdiff’s death, nor did anyone care about Boras and Kluova’s arrival. Just as Blue Pivot didn’t care who Deng Zhi was, in the eyes of these students who had survived a disaster, they were already insignificant people.

 

Who was the killer?

 

Everyone performed flawlessly, without any flaws. Where was the shadow of the killer now? Only a series of absurd farces remained.

 

Si Hongche withdrew from Oliver’s Spirit Realm system. As soon as he left, Oliver immediately collapsed against the car window, unable to bear the burden.

 

Even though he was exhausted to this extent, he still didn’t dare to stop releasing his ability.

 

His breathing was very weak, his eyes still empty and lifeless, but seeing the uneventful outcome, his heart unexpectedly gave birth to a long-absent joy.

 

—You understood the hints I left, you cleverly escaped a calamity.

 

—Who might you be? Please come kill me soon.

 

However, at this moment, Si Hongche gave a cold laugh. He leisurely took off those leather gloves and asked in a casual tone: “What do 121, 242, 363 mean?”

 

Oliver’s already bloodless cheeks instantly became even paler. Though he was sitting in a sealed SUV, he felt as if exposed to a biting, bone-chilling wind, unable to control his trembling.

 

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