Chapter 16: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (16)
He didn’t know anything else; all he understood was the awkward sensation of his lips pressed against another’s.
With his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled like delicate fans.
However, System 77 had not provided any further updates on the progression of the plot.
[What’s going on with this judgment?]
Shui Que felt aggrieved.
[I’ve worked so hard.]
System 77 felt equally helpless: [The judgment program was pre-installed before leaving the factory. The manual states that it automatically supervises the advancement of the plot points, monitoring character affection levels and even their moods in real-time. Essentially, every department’s system would have this version of the judgment program installed.]
[However, the authority lies with the main system, and I don’t have access to check the permissions.]
[I’m sorry, host.]
Qu Jiuchao cupped his face.
At that movement, Shui Que instinctively jumped back, pushing him away without hesitation.
Qu Jiuchao had no defenses against him and was genuinely taken aback by the sudden shove, stumbling back a half-step.
His left cheek still burned.
Even his glasses were awkwardly askew, not yet adjusted back to place.
In the past, he couldn’t have imagined being so captivated by someone that a mere gesture could enchant him to the core.
It was all due to the pheromones.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrible temper?”
Qu Jiuchao said coldly as he smoothed the collar of his school uniform. If it weren’t for the lingering imprint of a slap on his face, he would have looked like the usual aloof and noble young master.
It was hard to believe that less than a minute ago, he had been passionately kissing the boy’s lips, as if he were a parched wanderer desperate to swallow every drop of water from him.
“When we first met, you pretended to be obedient and kind, but in reality, you had a bad temper and loved to hit people. When you were angry, you wouldn’t say anything, leaving others to guess.”
The boy’s brows furrowed, revealing a hint of humiliation.
“You clearly excelled at cold violence, relishing the way others’ emotions were swayed by your casual remarks.”
Shui Que felt utterly confused.
What did it mean that he excelled at cold violence?
If his memory served him correctly, he had only failed to respond to Qu Jiuchao’s message the night before.
The overseer abruptly cut off System 77’s channel.
[Forget it.]
[He’s just unwilling to admit that he has an obsessive romantic mindset.]
[Does your mouth hurt, sweetheart?]
Shui Que ignored him; after all, the overseer was even more baffling, always spouting strange comments whenever he appeared.
He naturally appeared innocent, and his pajamas were messy from the recent chaos. His collarbone was visible, and his slightly chubby cheeks made him look even more vulnerable.
When he opened his mouth, he spoke with the tone of a straight man, exclaiming helplessly to Qu Jiuchao, “If you think that way, there’s nothing I can do.”
It felt like hitting a fist against cotton.
Qu Jiuchao adjusted his glasses, the lenses concealing his darkened eyes, and regained his composed demeanor.
“I’m not a begging dog, to be called and dismissed at your whim.”
“If you need someone to toy with, you should find someone else.”
It was only because of his pheromone dependency that he found himself in such a state.
He had always despised those who were overly delicate, troublesome, and flirtatious.
Especially Alphas.
Wasn’t that true?
When Qu Jiuchao left, Shui Que deliberately tried to irritate him, saying, “Close the door behind you.”
The bedroom door clicked shut, but it didn’t slam as Shui Que had expected in his anger.
Shui Que muttered, “What the heck…”
Who were the real villains here?
He replayed the previous events in his mind, noting that the plot progression had reached 60%.
Since Qu Jiuchao had contributed many progress points recently, he deduced that the multiple intimate encounters had been assessed based on physical closeness.
Although he didn’t believe that Qu Jiuchao’s inability to control himself from nibbling on his neck was considered harassment.
If anything, he was the one feeling harassed!
What reason could this person possibly have to be angry?
Yet, judging by the circumstances, Qu Jiuchao seemed genuinely troubled…
“He’s an Omega.” Shui Que unwittingly voiced his inner thoughts.
In this world’s context, opinions about Omegas remained caught between traditional and modern views, with a considerable number of people still holding the belief that Omegas should be passive, gentle, and obedient to Alphas.
So, by threatening Qu Jiuchao with the secret of being an Omega, had he forced him into a traditionally submissive role, thus keeping him in a state of distress?
System 77 appeared, its hovering sphere nudging against his cheek, reminding him: [Host, Qu Jiuchao might be suffering from pheromone dependency. Remember what Wei Qing said? The Qu family’s laboratory has been researching this condition for the past two years.]
Shui Que had noticed it but hadn’t delved into it further.
“I thought he simply liked the scent of my pheromones…” he expressed in surprise.
Every time Qu Jiuchao inhaled his pheromones, his emotions stabilized, and he believed it was because his scent matched something soothing.
Shui Que was once a little boy who had a comforting object—a black and yellow dog plush toy his mother had bought for him. It had a sachet sewn inside its belly, and he had been hugging it to sleep since he was ten months old. Even at seven, he couldn’t give it up, even though the sachet had long lost its fragrance.
But holding it gave him an extraordinary sense of security.
Unfortunately, after his parents passed away unexpectedly while on duty, he was sent back home from the police station, only to find that their old apartment complex had caught fire, with the blaze starting in their unit and raging the most fiercely there.
He regretted not bringing the dog with him when he went to the police station to claim his parents’ belongings.
Shui Que, reflecting on his own experiences, mistakenly thought that Qu Jiuchao merely had a preference for his pheromones.
He never expected it was due to his medical condition.
Realizing this, Shui Que self-reflected, “Did I go a bit too far?”
Using someone’s secret as leverage made sense why the situation escalated so quickly.
[Host wasn’t being excessive! Host couldn’t be at fault!] System 77, the protective spirit, said indignantly, [He’s the one who should feel ashamed!]
System 77 was heartbroken, biting the host’s mouth so forcefully. How shameless of an Omega!
He likely played around far too much! Not a shred of decorum!
A voice came from outside, “Shui Que?”
He hurried to open the door. Song Qin was still wearing the suit jacket he had helped him put on that morning, looking travel-worn, clearly just back home.
He carried a fruit platter in his left hand.
“Did your friend leave?” Song Qin asked, already knowing the answer, having seen Qu Jiuchao leave the villa from the car.
Uncle Chen had mentioned that the young master and his friend might have had an argument, and just as he was about to serve the fruit platter, that friend had left in a hurry.
Song Qin knew Shui Que wasn’t the type to intentionally get into conflicts.
Worried that Shui Que had been bullied, he didn’t even take off his jacket and seized the opportunity to bring the fruit platter to him.
The situation wasn’t as bad as he had feared, but it still wasn’t good.
The room was filled with the scent of gardenia and oolong pheromones.
Shui Que’s eyes were red, and his lips were swollen.
Song Qin’s gaze was dark, making it impossible to read his thoughts.
He pressed his rough fingertip against Shui Que’s plump, fragrant lower lip.
Song Qin: “It’s swollen.”
Shui Que unconsciously licked his lips, his soft, red tongue brushing against Song Qin’s thumb without meaning to.
“I accidentally bit it.” It felt like lying about sneaking a relationship behind his parents’ backs, and Shui Que lied.
He couldn’t say he had forcibly kissed the Omega and couldn’t resist.
That would be so embarrassing for an Alpha.
Song Qin’s gaze fell on the tip of his thumb, now tinged with a hint of water color. He withdrew his hand and didn’t press further on this clumsy lie.
However, he still tried to subtly probe, asking, “Did you and your friend argue?”
Shui Que awkwardly replied, “He’s not a friend. We broke up.”
Song Qin seemed satisfied.
“It’s good to break up. You’re still young, and others will just deceive you.”
“Listen to your brother, don’t get involved in relationships.”
“Especially in high school.”
After saying this, Song Qin frowned and added, “At least wait until college. No, after you start working. First, establish your career before starting a family.”
Shui Que: “?”
Weren’t they just talking about friends? Why did the topic suddenly shift to dating?
*
Today, Shui Que’s livestream was recorded and spread to a forum.
[After the Glory Stinker King retired, he became a small streamer. The number one fan angrily smashed a million while playing sweet games. How do we review this Grand Slam player returning to inherit his family business and surprisingly becoming a dog?]
[The original poster has a talent for titles; you’re living dangerously.]
[I watched it and registered my opinion: becoming a dog is reasonable, should be expected, and is a kind of happiness.]
[
Sorry, I got stuck at 0:20:32 where the streamer cursed at a dog, lost consciousness, and woke up to find everyone chatting so much!]
[Frog Fun, why hasn’t this post been deleted? My post about Da Yan got blocked.]
[Not necessarily; what if it’s just a similar voice?]
[In response: Glory Stinker King’s initials are XX, and this number one fan’s initials are also XX. If I bring out an old expose showing the heir’s real name initials are XXX, how would you respond to that?]
Uncertain whether it triggered any prohibited terms, the post soon sank out of sight, creating little stir.
Meanwhile, one of the individuals involved in the recording was still reminiscing, even messaging Shui Que.
Xiang Xun: Shui Shui, have you eaten dinner yet?
Xiang Xun: Do you have time for a video call tonight?
[Transferred 520,000.00 yuan to the other party.]
Just as he exited the chat window, a voice call came in.
It wasn’t from Shui Que.
He felt disappointed.
It was from a friend who had previously suggested he should find an Omega to date.
“Hey, what’s up?” Xie Xiangxun’s tone was lazily indifferent.
Also a young man in his mid-twenties, his demeanor contrasted sharply with Song Qin’s steadiness. His short hair was dyed dark blue with highlights, and he casually pushed his bangs back with a sports headband, having just come off a treadmill. He quickly wiped away the beads of sweat with a towel, his tank top clinging to his muscular torso.
Unlike other eSports players who stayed indoors and had pale skin, his muscles were covered with a healthy, even exaggerated bronze tone.
His friend on the phone complained, “No way, man? I even specifically searched for that little streamer’s livestream, and you really are the number one fan?”
“Did you get scammed? I’m telling you, nowadays little streamers are experts at deception. Once the beautification filter is on, they look nothing like in real life! Did he lie to you about being his only good brother to make you send him money?”
Xie Xiangxun had thick, straight brows that, whether furrowed or raised, gave off an imposing presence, making him seem unapproachable, or perhaps he was just naturally inclined to wear a sour expression.
He slowly replied, “Don’t maliciously speculate about him.”
“He doesn’t even know how to turn on filters during his livestream. I sent him money myself; he’s too skinny and needs to eat more.”
His friend was left speechless.
Forget it.
He was hopelessly infatuated, so it was pointless to try to stop him.
“He replied to my message and agreed to a video call later.” He lifted the towel hanging around his neck to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then pulled off his headband, letting his short hair fall wildly.
His breathing was still labored from exercise, and the blood in his veins was boiling.
“I won’t talk anymore; I’ll go freshen up and take a shower.”
“…”
His friend stared at the call interface that had just been disconnected.
How should he put it? Based on what he knew, Xie Xiangxun could very well end up doing a hundred push-ups in the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe half-open to showcase his pecs, acting like he had just finished showering, and then accidentally joined the video call, fully displaying his impressive physique that rivaled a double-door refrigerator to entice the little streamer!
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