Delicate, Yet Shamelessly Freeloading [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (6)

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The senior students at Haicheng No.1 High School had their morning reading session starting at 7:05 AM. Day students had to enter the school gates by 7:00 AM; otherwise, they would be marked as late.

 

8:00 AM.

 


Shui Que grabbed his backpack in a hurry and dashed out the door.

 

The late autumn sun hung like a sheer veil, casting shifting shadows through the poplar leaves. A small bird with a reddish-black chest flickered between the branches, startled by the sudden movement. It let out a string of sharp cries before taking off in scattered flight.

 

The reflection on the silver-rimmed glasses showed a silhouette dressed in a blue-and-white school uniform.


 

Shui Que climbed into the car. Unlike the previous day, he didn’t dare act so boldly this time. Hugging his backpack tightly to his chest, he sat stiffly in his seat, quiet as a quail.

 

Fingertips tapped against the jade handle of a cane—one tap, then another.


”Song Shui Que, what time is it now?” Song Qin asked.

 

Shui Que pulled his phone from his backpack, his expression unchanging as he answered sullenly, “Seven sixty.”

 

It definitely couldn’t be eight o’clock.

 

The car fell into silence for two minutes.

 

“Didn’t I remind you yesterday—no being late for school?”


Song Qin released his grip on the cane.

 

“Wait…!” Before Shui Que could react, Song Qin had already snatched his backpack and tossed it aside. In the blink of an eye, he was flipped over and pressed down across Song Qin’s lap.

 

A rough palm landed sharply on his backside!

 

Shui Que jolted upright like a spring.


What met his eyes was the familiar room from last night.

 

Luckily, it was just a dream.

 

Cold sweat clung sticky to his back. He got out of bed, changed his pajamas, and carefully wiped away the sweat with a towel before hurriedly slipping on fresh clothes.

 

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the clock on his desk. The little scarecrow figure clutched the 6:45 mark with a grinning face.

 

6:55 AM.


Shui Que grabbed his backpack in a rush and dashed out the door.

 

“Young Master, have a bit more to eat! You’ve only taken a couple of bites!” Aunt Wu followed him to the car, stuffing a container of soup dumplings and a bottle of soy milk into his hands. “No matter how rushed you are, you can’t skip breakfast. You need energy to study well!”

 

Her tone was as gentle as coaxing a child.

 

Shui Que had no choice but to accept everything. “Thank you, Aunt Wu.”

 

He carefully opened the car door—only to find the back seat empty.


He exhaled in relief.

 

No glasses, no cane, no spanking. Good.

 

The driver chuckled. “Young Master had an urgent matter at the company and left earlier. He told me to remind you to behave at school today.”

 

Of course, the driver didn’t relay everything. Song Qin’s exact words included: Don’t cause trouble.

 

Though he found the young master a bit rebellious, wasn’t that typical for boys at this age? He hadn’t dared to eavesdrop on the brothers’ argument yesterday, but since the little master insisted he wasn’t in the wrong, maybe there really had been some misunderstanding? They’d probably sort it out soon enough.

 

Shui Que dropped his backpack heavily onto the seat where Song Qin had sat the previous day. He sipped his hot soy milk in small gulps. “Oh, got it. Driver Uncle, I’m running late. Please drive faster.”

 

The Song family’s villa wasn’t their ancestral home. It had been purchased years ago for Song Qin’s convenience when he attended high school. That was eight or nine years ago now.

 

Back then, the driver had been responsible for taking Song Qin to school. Now, it was Shui Que’s turn. He knew this route like the back of his hand.

 

Even with all the rushing, they still got stuck in traffic on the Jiang Bridge, and Shui Que ended up being late.

 

He watched helplessly as the automatic retractable gates at the school entrance slid shut.

 

Standing at the corner of the entrance path, backpack in hand, he felt a wave of helplessness.

 

Luckily, the driver had already turned back and left. Hopefully, he hadn’t noticed that Shui Que never made it through the school gates.

 

Several students in school uniforms, each wearing a red armband, gathered at the entrance to record the names of the latecomers.

 

Being late meant demerits. Demerits meant a call to the parents.

 

It was just being late—surely, Song Qin wouldn’t hit him over something like this… right?

 

Shui Que recalled Song Qin’s expression from yesterday afternoon and hesitated.

 

But what if he would?

 

Instinctively, Shui Que clutched his backside in fear.

 

Just then, a strong force yanked him off guard, pulling him to the side of the wall.

 

The person was tall, their shadow completely enveloping him as they pressed him against the smooth surface—not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him in place.

 

Just as Shui Que opened his mouth to speak, the stranger clamped a hand over it.

 

A hushed voice whispered in his ear, “The disciplinary committee is doing a quick patrol. If you don’t want to get demerits, stay quiet.”

 

Too close.

 

The other person had their head lowered, their breath brushing against the side of Shui Que’s ear—both ticklish and hot. That area of skin was particularly delicate, and soon, a faint blush of peach pink spread across it.

 

Pinned down, Shui Que could only lift his eyes and see the sharp, clean lines of the other person’s jaw.

 

In the air, an Alpha pheromone scent lingered, likely released due to nervousness.

 

Shui Que’s pupils constricted instantly, his body trembling and turning weak.

 


The original body’s pheromone disorder definitely had deeper issues. Otherwise, why was his first instinct upon smelling an Alpha’s pheromones not a natural urge to resist, but rather…?


 

His vision blurred as a misty haze clouded his eyes.

 

“They’re gone.”

 

The other person had been keeping an eye on the disciplinary committee students. Seeing that they hadn’t continued patrolling to the corner, he let out a breath of relief.

 

Lu Fengchi said, “It’s fine now.”

 

Then, he suddenly realized something—his palm was still pressed against a smooth, soft sensation.

 

!!!

 

What the hell was he doing, covering someone’s mouth by reflex?! And an Omega at that!


Wasn’t this basically harassment?!

 

Shocked, Lu Fengchi quickly released his grip on the new student and took a step back, putting some distance between them.

 

“S-Sorry.” He hurried to explain, “The disciplinary committee students always do a sweep around this corner after they block off the school gate. I got too anxious just now—did I hurt you?”

 

Tears welled up from a physiological reaction, dampening Shui Que’s eyelashes. His lips, slightly swollen from being bitten, carried a strikingly alluring shade.

 

It almost looked like he had been bullied.

 

Lu Fengchi met those shimmering eyes and, as if scalded, quickly averted his gaze.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Shui Que turned his head away, taking deep breaths of fresh air to dispel the burning heat coursing through his body.

 

Not wanting the other person to feel guilty, he kept a straight face and said, “I’m fine. It wasn’t your fault. Just now… thanks.”

 

He might be allergic to Alpha pheromones.

 


If that were the case, then his pheromone disorder was likely far more complicated than he had initially thought.

 

“Your name is Song Shui Que, right?”

 

Lu Fengchi fumbled through the pocket of his school uniform pants and handed Shui Que a pack of wet wipes. He motioned with his chin, “There’s some white dust on your elbow. You probably rubbed against the wall just now.”

 

“Mm.” Shui Que nodded, took the wipes, and tore open the packaging. The wet wipe had a slight cooling effect, likely from menthol or alcohol. After wiping off the dust, his elbow felt cool and refreshed.

 

Something crossed his mind, and he turned his back to Lu Fengchi, asking, “Did my clothes get dirty?”

 

It wasn’t too cold this morning. Shui Que had been sweating from drinking warm soy milk in the car, so he had stuffed his jacket into his backpack. Now, he was only wearing a thin, short-sleeved uniform shirt.

 

The senior class uniform was predominantly white, so any smudges would stand out.

 

The fabric was soft and light, outlining the faint contours of his shoulder blades.

 

Lu Fengchi didn’t dare press too hard, so he lightly brushed over the dusty area. Even so, his fingers still made contact with the soft skin covering the smooth lines of Shui Que’s back.

 

He hadn’t cleaned it off completely, but he quickly withdrew his hand.

 

“It’s… it’s fine now.”

 

Lu Fengchi felt his throat tighten. He cleared it with an air of nonchalance, trying to change the subject.

 

“You don’t want to get caught and have points deducted at the school gate, do you?”

 

“They’ll keep watch at the gate until nearly the end of morning reading. After that, another group will rotate in to check attendance in each classroom.”

 

“I know a spot—it’s a blind spot for the surveillance cameras, and you can climb over the wall there. As long as we get back to the classroom before they check attendance, I can talk to our class attendance officer and ask her not to mark us as late. Even if the disciplinary committee does a headcount later, they won’t be able to dock our conduct points.”

 

He believed his plan was flawless—after all, he had done this plenty of times before.

 

“Follow me.”

 

“Okay.” Shui Que obediently trailed behind him, but his mind was preoccupied with something else—Lu Fengchi’s blue eyes looked just like the big dog he had seen in a comic last night.

 

They moved deeper along a small side path before the school entrance, following the edge of the school’s outer wall. The road gradually inclined, and the once-white-painted wall had patches where the paint had peeled, revealing the reddish-brown bricks underneath. The creeping vines grew denser, nearly covering the entire surface in green.

 

A perfect spot.

 

Lu Fengchi turned back to him. “This is it. We climb over from here.”

 

Shui Que gazed up at the tall wall without saying a word.

 

The terrain here sloped upward, making the wall shorter than in other places they had passed. But still—just climb over it…?

 

Lu Fengchi assumed he was worried about what lay on the other side. “Don’t worry. There’s a grassy area beyond the wall, built up with fill dirt, so the landing is cushioned.”

 

He sounded like a seasoned expert.

 

Shui Que hesitated before admitting, “I don’t think I can climb over.”

 

“How is that possible?” Lu Fengchi demonstrated without waiting for a response.

 

He took a few steps back, then sprinted forward with the swiftness of a leopard. With a powerful leap, his strong arms caught the edge of the wall. Just as he was about to pull himself over, he let go, landing lightly on his feet before casually walking back to Shui Que’s side.

 

“Just like that—super easy.”

 

Then, he suddenly realized how overly “Alpha” his actions had been and stopped himself from saying more.

 

Even among Alphas, physical ability varied greatly. The gap between an Omega and an Alpha, however, was even wider.

 

Lu Fengchi scratched his head, his ocean-blue eyes studying Shui Que. “How about I give you a boost?”

 

“Don’t worry, my core strength is solid. I promise you won’t fall.” He added, as if reassuring him.

 

But Shui Que’s mind had already wandered.

 

Those blue eyes really did look like that big dog in the comic.

 

Bright and sparkling.

 

“Okay. Thank you.”

 

As soon as he said that, Lu Fengchi took his backpack and slung it over his own shoulders before crouching slightly. “I’ll pass your bag over once I climb up. Come on.”

 

Shui Que cooperated without hesitation. “Alright, here I come.”

 

With a jump, he latched onto Lu Fengchi’s back, wrapping his legs tightly around his solid waist.

 

So soft… And light.

 

Lu Fengchi shook his head to clear his thoughts.

 

His hands hovered behind him awkwardly, unsure where to place them. He didn’t dare support the other boy’s hips directly, so he settled for gripping his thighs to keep him from slipping.

 

Straightening up, he let Shui Que climb higher along his back.

Neither of them spoke, fully concentrated on the task. The only sounds were the faint rustling of fabric.

 

They were too close—too pressed together.

 

Heat radiated between them, their body temperatures mingling. Lu Fengchi felt like a fire was burning inside him, its flames licking through his veins, spreading to every part of his body. Where they were touching, the fire blazed even hotter.

 

Shui Que’s hands shifted from Lu Fengchi’s shoulders to the edge of the wall.

 

Lowering his head slightly, he murmured, “Sorry.”

 

Then, he swung his legs over and straddled Lu Fengchi’s shoulders.

 

Lu Fengchi froze completely.

 

He didn’t dare move an inch.

 

They were so close that if he turned his head even slightly, he could—like a wolf—sink his teeth into the soft, slightly compressed flesh of Shui Que’s inner thigh.

 

Even through the school uniform pants, Lu Fengchi had already noticed—Shui Que’s legs were slender and straight.

 

But his thighs… had a bit of softness to them.

 

The fabric brushed against his neck, grazing his ear.

 

Lu Fengchi instinctively lowered his head.

 

But the more he tried to avoid thinking about it, the more his mind betrayed him.

 

Shui Que’s skin was so pale—his thighs were probably just as smooth and white as snow. If he pressed down with his fingers, the flesh would likely sink in, forming a delicate little dent.

 

The image burned in his mind, completely out of control.

 

His temples throbbed with heat, his pulse pounding in his ears. Sweat trickled from his hairline, sliding past his ear and over the sensitive skin near his earlobe.

 

It stung.

 

Shui Que finally managed to swing one leg over the wall and sat there, just about to excitedly tell Lu Fengchi when he saw him drenched in sweat.

 

“Am I too heavy? Did I tire you out?” Shui Que asked apologetically, pulling his other leg off Lu Fengchi’s shoulder.

 

Lu Fengchi hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “No, not at all. I just… it’s a little hot.”

 

The untimely voice of the Observer rang in Shui Que’s ears.

 

[Heh.]

 

[He’s not going to die from the heat.]

 

[Baby, don’t mess with a sweaty high school boy.]

 

[Hold on tight, don’t fall.]

 

[Or you might end up sitting on his face and making his day.]

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