UNCLTRD chapter 29

By nightfall, the mountain village was silent, as if the entire place had fallen into a deep slumber. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, only darkness could be seen—no trace of light.

The dim bathroom light cast a faint yellow glow into the night. Even this subtle illumination was enough for Yang Shao to see Chen Qiusu’s expression clearly.

Despite mentally preparing himself countless times, Yang Shao instinctively recoiled the moment he touched Chen Qiusu.

Chen Qiusu’s body temperature was alarmingly high. Even after just a few seconds, the heat trapped under the blanket felt suffocating, weighing heavily against Yang Shao’s hand and preventing him from pulling away entirely.

“Yang Shao…”

Chen Qiusu called his name again. He couldn’t help it—it was an unconscious plea, not meant to rush him, yet his tone carried an urgency he couldn’t suppress. He even made an attempt to sit up.

“Don’t move!” Yang Shao said fiercely, making up his mind. He grabbed Chen Qiusu’s member, his cold palm searing against Chen Quisu’s burning skin, and both of them froze in place.

Everyone goes through their youthful, impulsive times, and Yang Shao wasn’t someone who hadn’t been through it. But after Yang Tao came into the picture, life had become too stressful. Busy with day-to-day living, there was no time to think about these matters. Now, facing Chen Qiusu, his whole body felt stiff, like a stone. His finger joints felt frozen, trying to curl up. After a brief pause, Yang Shao finally made a move.

An unprecedented sense of shame fermented in his chest, and the desire radiating from Chen Qiusu felt intoxicating, like fermenting alcohol that could get you drunk with just a sniff.

Such caressing was nothing more than a temporary solution for an alpha in heat. Yang Shao only hoped that Chen Qiusu, being ill, didn’t have the energy, and that one release would be enough for him to fall asleep afterward.

But hearing Chen Qiusu’s breathing was almost more than Yang Shao could bear. At this moment, Chen Qiusu was still somewhat obedient to him. He only grasped Yang Shao’s hand, his fingers awkwardly holding onto Yang Shao’s wrist.

Yang Shao needed to speak to Chen Qiusu. He needed to say something trivial and meaningless to distract him.

What should he say?

Yang Shao felt like his mind had been hollowed out, no, it was burned away by Chen Qiusu’s body. He felt hot, his chest heavy, as though something heavy was pressing down on him.

Gradually, Chen Qiusu shifted from passively receiving to actively demanding.

The soft, wet sensation left Yang Shao’s throat dry and parched. During his time at the Chen family’s home, he had almost quit smoking, but in the current situation, he needed nicotine to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He forced himself to ignore Chen Qiusu’s thrusting movements. He reached into the jacket pocket nearby, fumbling for cigarettes and a lighter. Handling them with one hand made him clumsy, and after several attempts, he finally managed to light the cigarette.

The pale white smoke spread before his eyes. He hadn’t smoked in a while, and he actually tasted a hint of bitterness.

The feverish heat and the lust burning in Chen Qiusu’s body created a boiling sensation in his mind. Simple, mechanical grinding of bodies couldn’t provide any relief.

The faint smell of smoke entered Chen Qiusu’s nostrils, and it seemed to stimulate him. He struggled to rise and moved closer to the source of the tobacco scent.

A strong scent of cedar assaulted Yang Shao, and he instinctively recoiled. He waved his cigarette in front of him, dispersing the smoke. Through the haze, he saw Chen Qiusu’s bloodshot eyes.

Chen Qiusu didn’t realize how disheveled he looked as he desperately sniffed at Yang Shao’s neck.

His breath brushed against Yang Shao’s neck, making him shiver. Yang Shao misunderstood the situation and offered the cigarette to Chen Qiusu’s mouth. “Here, take a drag.”

Chen Qiusu turned his head away. He didn’t like the smell of smoke; what he liked was the scent emanating from Yang Shao’s body.

At that moment, Chen Qiusu said little, acting a bit sulky. Yang Shao suddenly remembered something Chen Qiusu had once said: he thought he was an omega and mistook the smell of tobacco for the scent of pheromones.

“Stop sniffing,” Yang Shao pushed Chen Qiusu’s head. “I’m not an omega.”

Thinking about it, wasn’t Chen Qiusu just taking advantage of the situation? He wasn’t an omega, and didn’t have any pheromones to attract him. Chen Quisu clearly liked the smell of cigarettes, but then refused them when offered to him.

“Hey, stop with this act. Didn’t you ever go into intense heat before? What did you do then?”

Yang Shao didn’t believe it. Every time Chen Qiusu went into heat, he would go to the hospital to deal with it. With how he suppressed his desires, it was a miracle he had survived this long.

Chen Qiusu hoarsely responded to Yang Shao’s question, “There was one time…”

Well, that was all that was needed! Why couldn’t he be close to an omega? If Chen Qiusu wasn’t so resistant to the idea, Yang Shao would go out and find a clean omega for him right now, even in the mountains. With Chen Qiusu’s family background and looks, no omega would turn him down.

“That time… was with you…”

The cigarette in Yang Shao’s fingers burned down to the filter, and the sparks fell onto his hand. He quickly flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, cursing under his breath.

“Don’t pull this act with me!”

What was Chen Qiusu trying to do? Was he clinging to him now?

Ever since Chen Qiusu made a move, Yang Shao hadn’t stopped him. The moment he let him take the lead, Chen Qiusu’s desire had only grown, like a sponge soaking up water, expanding uncontrollably.

Even though Yang Shao had ordered him not to touch him, Chen Qiusu still invaded his personal space inch by inch, pushing him closer to the bed, testing him over and over, crossing boundaries, until he was finally holding Yang Shao in his arms, greedily inhaling his scent of smoke.

Yang Shao felt like his ribs were going to break under the pressure from Chen Qiusu. He struggled to pull one hand free, pressing it firmly against Chen Qiusu’s chest. This was his last act of defiance. He could only let Chen Qiusu nuzzle and sniff around his body. If Chen Quisu went any further, he would definitely knock him out.

The cold wind howled outside, crashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows with a loud bang.

Chen Qiusu clung to him, calling out his name in a sticky voice. The blanket draped over his shoulders had long since slipped off the bed. “Yang Shao…”

Yang Shao pretended not to hear, pulling the blanket back to cover Chen Qiusu.

“Yang Shao…”

“Yang Shao…”

Yang Shao’s temples throbbed. His head ached from Chen Qiusu constantly calling his name. His patience was running thin. “Hurry up and finish already.”

It wasn’t until the middle of the night that Chen Qiusu finally quieted down. Probably because his fever had drained him, his strength quickly faded. After Yang Shao gave him some water, he finally fell asleep.

Yang Shao bit his lip in silence. He pulled at the corner of his shirt, still damp and carrying Chen Qiusu’s scent. Chen Quisu’s clothes were scattered around his feet in a mess, and he had no idea how to explain this to the innkeeper.

Looking at Chen Qiusu, who was sleeping soundly in bed, Yang Shao almost wanted to drag him off the bed. How could he sleep so peacefully?

Now that things had calmed down, even though Yang Shao was still angry, he didn’t want to take any more risks. He put on his coat and had to go upstairs to hang the wet clothes.

Chen Qiusu really was his nemesis.

Yang Shao had no change of clothes. Despite feeling sticky and uncomfortable, he had no choice but to make do and lie down next to Yang Tao.

That night, Yang Shao’s dreams were full of Chen Qiusu. Unlike before, they weren’t about those few nights five years ago, but about tonight—when Chen Qiusu held onto him, clinging pitifully.

Pretending! Always pretending! Pretending in front of the doctor, pretending in front of others. How had he not realized before that Chen Qiusu was such a good actor?

The ringtone of a phone blared like an alarm. With his eyes closed, Yang Shao groped around the bedside table for it. After fumbling for a while and failing to find the phone, he unexpectedly heard Chen Qiusu’s hoarse voice.

“Hello? Yes, it’s me… cough, cough…” As he spoke, Chen Qiusu started coughing.

Yang Shao didn’t want to open his eyes to see Chen Qiusu’s pretentious face. While on the phone, Chen Qiusu would adopt this proper, upright demeanor. As if he wasn’t the same person, needy and desperate, just last night.

“Let me send you the location. Yang Shao has a truckload of goods, but the vehicle broke down. Handle the cargo first,” Chen Qiusu said.

Still groggy, Yang Shao took a few seconds to process what Chen Qiusu was saying when he heard his name. Surprisingly, Chen Qiusu was even keeping track of that truckload of pomelos for him. Speaking of pomelos, it was all Chen Qiusu’s fault—he’d completely forgotten about the pomelos he brought back last night, his mind filled instead with raunchy and lewd images.

Chen Qiusu’s voice wasn’t loud, but it woke Yang Tao, who stretched lazily in Yang Shao’s arms. Having slept soundly until daybreak, Yang Tao was now fully refreshed.

“Uncle Chen, daddy’s still sleeping in!” Yang Tao, now awake, started pestering Yang Shao. Mischievously, he tried to lift Yang Shao’s eyelids to see if he was awake.

Yang Shao quickly grabbed Yang Tao’s hand. “Why are you so restless so early in the morning?”

“Hehe,” Yang Tao giggled and hopped off the bed to get dressed. Seeing that Chen Qiusu was shirtless, he shouted loudly, “Daddy! Why doesn’t Uncle Chen have any clothes on?”

Yang Tao clearly remembered that his dad had borrowed clothes for Uncle Chen from the innkeeper last night. Uncle Chen had looked particularly silly wearing them.

The awkwardness in the room was palpable. Yang Shao wished he could seal Yang Tao’s mouth shut.

Fully awake now, Yang Shao jumped out of bed and stormed out to get dry clothes for Chen Qiusu.

The wind outside was strong at night, and the tracksuit—already thin—had dried out under the breeze but was wrinkled like pickled cabbage. Yang Shao went downstairs to apologize to the innkeeper, paid for the clothes, and decided to get rid of them entirely—they were beyond salvaging.

Reluctant to go back to the room, he feared Yang Tao might innocently bombard Chen Qiusu with questions. When he finally reentered, he tossed the clothes in front of Chen Qiusu.

“Hurry up and put them on. Who are you flaunting your bare body for?”

Chen Qiusu’s face was pale, and he looked sickly and weak. “Thanks,” he said faintly.

Yang Shao hesitated before touching Chen Qiusu’s forehead. He couldn’t discern whether his temperature was normal; it still felt hot to him. He couldn’t tell if the fever had gone down or not.