Chapter 21: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (21)
Shui Que hadn’t expected things to spiral so out of control.
Disordered, chaotic.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, the sound of moisture filling the space.
Lu Fengchi was no different from those high school boys who dreamed of devouring their imaginary lovers in their sleep and then woke up as resilient as diamonds.
He had no experience, but in his dreams, he had rehearsed this moment a hundred times. Even on sleepless nights, his mind spun with scenarios of how he would one day kiss Shui Que.
He had to part those lips, entwine with that red-tinted tongue, push deeper to lick the sensitive root, until the soft flesh of the cheek reacted instinctively, spilling sweet moisture.
“Mmh…” Shui Que struggled to push against the solid chest before him, as immovable as a wall. His strength was as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree.
His jade-like face, deprived of oxygen and moisture, flushed a delicate shade of red.
His lips felt swollen and sore, an electric current tingling up his spine. Weakly, he tried to resist Lu Fengchi.
Yet the brief flick of his tongue was mistaken for approval—perhaps even encouragement. Shui Que paid the price for this small resistance.
Suction, entanglement—so this was what it felt like to be on the verge of suffocation.
His head tilted back, his fair neck arching like a swan’s, trembling as he gasped between fragmented words. “I-I’m going to fall…”
The narrow chair couldn’t handle this turmoil.
It seemed like he was finally being let go.
As Lu Fengchi pulled back, a thin strand of silver trailed between them. He licked away the sweetness that dripped from Shui Que’s lips.
Just when Shui Que thought it was over, the tall Alpha suddenly scooped him up and placed him onto the cold edge of the desk.
“This way, you won’t fall.” His large hands encircled Shui Que’s waist, supposedly in a protective hold.
Another battle erupted.
By the end, Shui Que was parched and drained, his lips parted as he leaned against Lu Fengchi’s shoulder, panting softly.
Every so often, the feverish high school boy would press another kiss to his lips, claiming it was to “replenish moisture.”
By the time they finally descended from the building, the sky had turned pitch black. The campus streetlights flickered to life.
The tall Alpha looked completely revitalized—like a man whose runaway wife had finally come home.
Shui Que, on the other hand, walked slowly with his head down, feeling nothing but frustration.
Clearly, it had been a kiss between two people. So why did he feel like he had lost something?
System 77, meanwhile, took full advantage of being invisible, ramming its round body into Lu Fengchi’s head repeatedly.
[Bad man! Bad man! Stop taking advantage of my host!] System 77 was fuming.
Shui Que made up an excuse, claiming his family was strict and wouldn’t approve of him dating. He asked Lu Fengchi to stop walking with him near the school gate, pretending they were strangers in case his family saw them.
Lu Fengchi was still dazed from the earlier events, utterly compliant to Shui Que’s every word.
“Why are you so late today?” A man’s voice interrupted. His fingers flipped another page of his document, gold-rimmed glasses resting on his sharp nose.
Unexpectedly, Song Qin was waiting in the car for him after school.
Shui Que felt a little guilty. After all, he hadn’t exactly lied—his family really was strict. Song Qin had always told him to focus on his future before thinking about romance…
He nervously hugged his backpack and sat down, speaking honestly, “I was discussing the topic with my classmate and lost track of time.”
The folder snapped shut. Song Qin adjusted his glasses, his gaze landing on Shui Que’s lips, which were unnaturally red.
His mouth had been kissed so much that his lips could barely close properly.
Discussing the topic?
Song Qin’s gaze darkened.
Shui Que was incredibly busy—busy handling two relationships, busy rehearsing for the play he had drawn for the New Year’s Eve performance, busy preparing for final exams.
Even at home, he had to keep up with his live stream performance metrics.
He was so busy he might as well be a superhero.
He had turned down Qu Jiuchao’s invitation to a late-night movie over the weekend and firmly put an end to Lu Fengchi’s idea of sneaking into his house through the balcony.
In the meantime, he claimed his daily gold coins from Xie Xiangxun.
Finally, Shui Que had time to fulfill the long-awaited 500,000-follower reward that his fans had been requesting for ages.
His most recent post had been a poll: he would buy and wear the outfit with the most likes during a live stream.
Luckily, the chosen outfit wasn’t anything inappropriate. People in the comments explained that it was a “Lolita Prince” style—actually, it looked quite nice.
For convenience, he set his phone on the streaming stand, fixed it in place, and started the live broadcast. Since he had already announced it earlier, a flood of fans immediately joined.
The chat was filled with a dense stream of messages. The young streamer shyly greeted his audience first.
Then, he earnestly began the unboxing stream, briefly showcasing the outfit’s structure before the chat erupted, urging him to hurry up and put it on.
Shui Que acknowledged them with a quick response and went into the bathroom.
[Wow, the streamer’s room is huge.]
[That bed looks like it could fit me, my wife, and my wife’s three boyfriends…]
[Hey, let’s not get too ridiculous.]
[You bastards, if you all sleep on the bed, where am I supposed to sleep?!]
[There’s still space for me! The streamer can sleep on me. I’m young and resilient.]
[Please, just rent me a small spot. I’m a poor university student who obediently listens to his wife.]
Shui Que had miscalculated.
No wonder this outfit had won first place.
After tying the waist sash properly, he took careful, restrained steps and stood before the camera, holding his breath.
The silky white satin shirt draped smoothly over his frame. From the collar to the waist, pleated layers cascaded down like white blossoms, soft as sea foam. The tiered ruffled sleeves extended past his wrists, leaving only his fingertips—slightly pink—visible.
The collar was low-cut, and just below it, the waist sash cinched in, forming wavy folds that framed his collarbone and a patch of fair skin on his chest.
Even with the heater on, he felt a psychological chill. Shui Que uncomfortably tugged his collar up slightly—not that it helped much.
The bottom half was matching-colored shorts, resembling pumpkin shorts in shape but made of soft chiffon fabric, smooth and delicate.
The lace-trimmed hems were a bit too small, pressing into his skin and creating faint curves of plush flesh.
“And this…” He let go of something in his hand—a multi-layered lace accessory strung with pearls. He stared at it for a long time, unable to figure out what it was.
Shui Que could only ask the chat, “Is this a necklace?”
[Oh my god, who picked this outfit? My nose is bleeding—you better take responsibility!]
[Streamer, that’s a garter belt.]
[Anyone else love seeing cute boys in shorts?]
[Sorry, my hands were busy for a moment. Baby, that’s supposed to go around your thigh.]
“Oh.”
Shui Que bent down but struggled to fasten it, so he pulled out his swivel chair and sat down. One foot pressed against the carpet for balance, while the other rested on the seat cushion, knee bent.
He lowered his head, carefully trying to fasten the buckle, strands of dark hair falling against his cheeks.
As he leaned forward and moved his leg, the shorts naturally slid up, exposing the tops of his thighs.
[So white… I just want to sink into those soft thighs and never wake up.]
[Fluffy, delicate, and fragrant…]
[Who allowed you not to wear socks?! Step on me, I beg you!]
[Let me go first!!!]
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Shui Que finally managed to fasten the last accessory. He was so exhausted that sweat dotted his forehead—only to look up and see that the stream had gone dark. A system message informed him that his content had been flagged and the broadcast was automatically shut down.
“What the heck…” he grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Was the system admin secretly Song Qin? How was this inappropriate content?
Frustrated, he spun his chair and snapped a picture in the full-length mirror, using the group messaging assistant to send it to a few people.
“Doesn’t it look good?” He captioned it.
Someone had to compliment him for figuring out how to wear this complicated accessory.
Lu Fengchi: “Can I come over to your place?”
Qu Jiuchao: “…”
“Did you send this only to me?”
“Looks good.”
Xie Xiangxun’s message repeatedly showed “The other party is typing…” before he finally sent a screenshot of a booked plane ticket—
A direct flight from Beicheng to Haicheng.
Shui Que shivered in shock, just about to reply—
When an unexpected knock sounded at the door.
A voice from outside said, “Open up.”
His heart pounded wildly, his mind turning to mush. He quickly checked his settings—and sure enough, when selecting recipients for the group message, he had accidentally included Song Qin.
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