Delicate, Yet Shamelessly Freeloading [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (15)

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“Little Young Master“ the Butler knocked on the door.

 

Inside the room, the sound of slippers pattering against the floor echoed. A soft click followed as the handle turned from within. Shui Que, his black hair tousled from an afternoon nap, peeked out. “What is it, Uncle Chen?”

 

Seeing that he still looked drowsy, the butler’s gaze was filled with warmth. “Your friend came by to bring you the class notes and homework you missed today.”

 

How wonderful. The young master had finally made a good friend.

 

Technically, the visitor had introduced himself as a classmate, but traveling such a distance just to deliver notes and even checking in when Shui Que was sick—how could that not count as a friend?

 

At first, the butler had worried that the young master wouldn’t adjust well to his new school. After all, Song Qin occasionally discussed child psychology with him, leading the butler to suspect that the eldest young master was concerned about Shui Que struggling to fit in. But looking at him now—how could that be? Their young master was obedient and adorable.

 

Sure, he was a little spoiled. And yes, he had been a bit rebellious before. But for an Alpha his age, that was completely normal.

 

Song Qin, the eldest young master, had never attended kindergarten or elementary school. Instead, he had private tutors, all top-tier educators. Later, when he finally enrolled in school for socialization, he skipped multiple grades. Because of his younger age, few classmates wanted to play with him, and his naturally reserved personality made him even more distant. His friendships had always been like a calm river—polite and detached. Their household had never hosted any so-called “classmates” or “friends.”

 

Unlike other wealthy families who frequently threw birthday parties for their children’s friends, their home had never seen such gatherings.

 

This was the first time the butler had the chance to entertain a friend of their young master, and he was truly delighted.

 

“You two chat in the room. I’ll go prepare some fruit,” he said cheerfully, stepping aside and heading downstairs.

 

Shui Que was left standing there, awkwardly facing his ‘good friend.’

 

He was still half-hidden behind the door, wary. “Why are you here?”

 

Qu Jiuchao casually placed a hand on the doorframe, leaning down slightly. His gaze locked onto Shui Que’s eyes. “I brought you the notes. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

 

“We can talk in the hallway. Otherwise, Uncle Chen might misunderstand later.”

 

That one sentence was enough to make Shui Que hesitate.

“…Come in,” he relented, stepping aside.

 

Qu Jiuchao entered and took a sweeping glance around the room. It was spacious, with the bed positioned near the corner and a window. There was a study area with a desk, a designated seating area in the center with a low table for guests, bean bag chairs, a snack shelf, and a massive projector. The balcony outside had a hanging chair. On either side of the room, there were doors leading to a private bathroom and a walk-in closet.

 

Whether in terms of space or cleanliness, it far exceeded the typical living standards of an Alpha his age.

 

Revisiting the butler’s attitude, Qu Jiuchao could tell that Shui Que’s situation was nothing like the neglected, unwanted illegitimate child he had initially imagined. In fact, he seemed to hold a rather high status in the family.

 

The household’s power was in young hands. And the butler’s sincere deference toward Shui Que was a clear reflection of the family head’s attitude toward this so-called illegitimate younger brother.

 

The initial pang of sympathy Qu Jiuchao had felt upon guessing Shui Que’s background faded. In its place, a slight disappointment surfaced—Shui Que wasn’t some Cinderella-like figure who needed his help.

 

Shui Que gestured for him to sit at the large, round low table, settling onto a soft cushion.

 

A freshly brewed cup of black tea was pushed toward him. The tea set was delicate and elegant, matching the refined image Shui Que had always given off.

 

“You can add the sugar yourself.” Shui Que handed him the tongs, but Qu Jiuchao shook his head. He was more accustomed to the bitter taste.

 

On the white porcelain plate, there were still a few cookies left, with one half-eaten piece near the edge.

 

It wasn’t hard to imagine the little young master, fresh from his nap and enjoying his afternoon tea, hurriedly abandoning his snack upon hearing the knock at the door, rushing over to greet his guest.

 

Seeing that Qu Jiuchao was only drinking tea and not touching the cookies, Shui Que pushed the plate toward him again.

 

Why was he being so polite? If he didn’t want to eat, then just don’t eat—no need to be so reserved.

 

This was the same person who had held him down and bitten his neck, and now he was acting all courteous?

 

Qu Jiuchao raised his eyes and smirked. “Are you giving me the leftovers?”

 

Despite his words, he still reached out, carefully picking up the half-eaten cookie and popping it into his mouth.

 

Shui Que stared in disbelief. “I didn’t mean for you to eat that one. Aren’t there untouched ones left?”

 

Why did he have to go across the plate just to take the only half-eaten piece next to him?

 

Wasn’t he just eating his saliva at that point?

 

Noting his expression, Qu Jiuchao’s smirk deepened. “I don’t mind you, but you mind me?”

 

Shui Que refused to continue the conversation. This time, he decisively crunched down on his cookies, finishing them off in just two bites, leaving not even a crumb for Qu Jiuchao.

 

As if afraid that if he wasn’t fast enough, Qu Jiuchao might just eat him whole along with the cookies.

 

“The notes?” Shui Que cut straight to the point.

 

Qu Jiuchao suddenly let out a faintly mocking chuckle. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten about reviewing for the monthly exam.”

 

Otherwise, how could he be calling “Brother” so sweetly while playing so happily with someone else?

 

His bag contained nothing but the notes he had compiled for Shui Que. The only subject they had in common was biology, but it hadn’t been difficult for him to borrow history and geography notes from the advanced science class next door.

In the end, he had organized everything for him.

 

“Thank you,” Shui Que said.

 

“No ‘Brother’ for me?” Qu Jiuchao’s tone was sharp, tinged with an acidity he himself hadn’t noticed.

 

Shui Que didn’t quite understand what he was insinuating, but he didn’t like the way Qu Jiuchao was speaking—it was too aggressive, so different from usual.

 

Caught off guard, he felt a vague sense of grievance. “Why are you suddenly talking so harshly?”

 

Had he done something to upset Qu Jiuchao recently?

 

But he had even let him kiss his neck…

 

Shui Que was completely baffled.

 

Not wanting a confrontation, he tried persuading Qu Jiuchao to leave. “It’s only a little past three. I’ll go over the notes myself. Why don’t you head back to class? You can still catch the last two periods…”

 

“You’ve used me and then tossed me aside?” Qu Jiuchao sounded like an Omega who had been tricked into giving himself to a heartless scumbag Alpha.

 

“I did not!” Shui Que instinctively refuted. “I just… don’t want you to miss your lessons…”

 

Qu Jiuchao replied coldly, “I’m already guaranteed admission.”

He had told Shui Que this just last night.

 

But his message had probably been buried under some “good brother’s” texts again.

 

“Oh…” Shui Que had no response to that. After a pause, he tentatively said, “Then… congratulations?”

 

He had no idea how to comfort an Omega. Accidentally, he ended up using a classic straight-man response.

 

“Don’t be unreasonable, I didn’t mean it that way.”

 

Qu Jiuchao’s lips pressed into a taut, thin line before his emotions erupted. Yet, his voice remained steady, without the slightest tremor.

 

“Are you always like this?”

 

“At first, you act all innocent—pretending not to notice while everyone’s attention is on you, deliberately drawing them in.”

 

“You even took me to the infirmary that day. You could’ve just ignored me—why did you have to get involved?”

 

Because of his pheromone dependency, Qu Jiuchao had repeatedly witnessed his Omega mother lowering her proud head to seek comfort from his father—despite not loving him—just to cope with her condition. That experience had left him with a deep-seated hatred for Alphas.

 

He swore that he would never—never—submit to some useless Alpha and their pheromones.

 

For Omegas with pheromone dependency, their scent glands were nearly imperceptible to most Alphas. Only a specific “antidote” could detect their pheromones. But once the Omega caught the scent of that Alpha, they would become addicted—craving it like a drug, to the point of self-destruction if denied.

 

That day, he had struggled to hold himself back from lunging at Shui Que.

 

He refused to become some desperate, pathetic Omega who couldn’t live without an Alpha.

 

Unaware of all this, Shui Que was completely dumbfounded by Qu Jiuchao’s accusations. He had no words to defend himself—he didn’t even understand where this was coming from.

 

Qu Jiuchao had fallen because he caught him that day. If he hadn’t taken him to the infirmary, what kind of person would that make him?

 

Sure, he was supposed to be the villainous side character doomed to failure, but was he really that awful?!

 

He didn’t dare dwell on whether Qu Jiuchao truly thought of him that way.

 

Shui Que wasn’t good at arguing. His instinct was to avoid conflict. Uneasy, he stood up and made his way toward the door. “Calm down. I’ll go help Uncle Chen with the fruit.”

 

Qu Jiuchao’s sudden outburst had startled him enough that his pheromones slipped out. Combined with the fact that he had woken up late from his nap and hadn’t taken his suppressant in time, he had no control over his body’s reaction.

 

The scent of sweet gardenia oolong tea drifted from the loose collar of his sleepwear.

 

He smelled fresh, fragrant—like a delicate, irresistible dessert.

 

Before Shui Que could even call out, Qu Jiuchao grabbed his face.

 

The taller boy’s frame loomed over him, oppressive and overwhelming. His sharp brows were drawn low, giving his expression a fierce edge, stripping away all traces of his usual refined demeanor.

 

Shui Que had seen him shirtless before in the locker room—his body was lean but powerful, muscles sculpted over broad bones.

 

Meanwhile, Shui Que himself was still in that lanky stage of adolescence—thin arms, thin legs, completely outmatched.

 

All Qu Jiuchao had to do was hold his delicate face in one hand and grip his waist with the other, and Shui Que was completely at his mercy.

 

“Let—let go of me!”

 

The distance between them shrank. Shui Que’s pupils dilated before he finally squeezed his eyes shut.

 

Because of their height difference, Shui Que was forced to stand on tiptoe. At home, he preferred convenience, so he hadn’t worn socks. The tendons in his ankles strained, pulling tight as he lifted off his soft slippers.

 

Their breaths mixed—hot, damp, and tangled together. Their lips, pressed tightly, rubbed against each other, deepening into a vivid flush. The other person pried his teeth apart with relentless force, dominating his mouth, pushing in with overwhelming intensity.

 

Grinding, sucking—Shui Que’s tongue went numb, his chest pounded wildly. The hand gripping his face moved, fingers locking around the back of his head, keeping him from pulling away. Long fingers, especially the pinky and ring finger, brushed over the scent gland at his nape, whether intentionally or not.

 

The sound of mingling breaths and saliva stirred the air. The taste of gin seeped through the entangling tongues, drowning them both—drowning their lips, their limbs.

 

Shui Que’s strength gave out.

 

Sticky-sweet moisture dripped down, leaving his soft, wet tongue and chin slick. Qu Jiuchao pulled back, but not before meticulously pressing kisses over every glistening trace left behind.

 

Leaning against him, Shui Que took small, shallow breaths, his spine and shoulders trembling as if struck by electricity.

 

He had melted into a puddle.

 

Qu Jiuchao’s emotions settled slightly, but his voice still carried a cold, mocking edge. “You actually enjoy being treated like this, don’t you? You were shaking all over from pleasure while kissing…”

 

A sharp “slap” tore through the afternoon silence.

 

Qu Jiuchao’s glasses tilted slightly. A faint red imprint bloomed on the left side of his face.

 

He froze, momentarily speechless, just staring at Shui Que. For a brief second, his expression went blank.

 

The other’s eyes were rimmed red, those beautiful tea-colored irises hazy with moisture.

 

Was he about to cry?

 

【Plot progression: 60%.】

 

【The system detected a sudden 10% increase! Host, you’re amazing!】

 

The response Shui Que had planned out in his head was completely derailed.

 

With a choked breath, he stomped on Qu Jiuchao’s foot, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed.

 

 

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