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The earthquake that struck during their date at the library ended up shaking far more than the ground beneath them; it shattered the fragile balance of Sheng Shaoyou and Hua Yong’s lives.
When Shaoyou regained consciousness, it was to find himself lying atop Hua Yong. The Omega’s scent filled the air, his feromones calm and warm, wrapping around Shaoyou like a protective shield. Hua Yong was using what little strength he had left to soothe him, to keep him safe.
But instead of gratitude, Shaoyou felt only fury.
“Lies,” he growled, pulling away even as Hua Yong reached out, trying desperately to stop him.
Hua Yong’s body trembled. He was weak, barely holding on to consciousness, forcing himself beyond every limit for one reason only to ensure Sheng Shaoyou’s safety.
“Please… please don’t move. It’s dangerous,” he pleaded. He wasn’t ashamed to beg, not when the one hearing his plea was Shaoyou. For him, Hua Yong would do anything. Sacrifice anything. Risk everything.
“You’ve been lying from the very beginning,” Shaoyou spat, his voice cutting through the dust-filled air. He didn’t care where they were, didn’t care that the ground still trembled beneath them. “You lied about your pheromone condition. You lied about being an Omega. You lied, again and again...”
He sat opposite Hua Yong amidst the debris, studying him closely, seeing past the delicate face, the clear eyes, the gentle façade. What he saw now was something he had ignored for months, a strength equal to his own. Maybe even greater.
Hua Yong was not the innocent, fragile Omega he had believed him to be.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Sheng. Please… please don’t move,” Hua Yong whispered, voice hoarse, trembling. He begged again, his tone a mixture of pain and submission.
Shaoyou exhaled sharply. “Fine,” he said at last. The first surge of anger had ebbed, leaving behind something heavier, darker, more dangerous. Watching Hua Yong, bloodied, trembling, and broken, Shaoyou realized that, despite everything, one thing remained true.
He loved this lying man.
He had loved him for over a year, never suspecting the truth. He had been patient, restrained, careful. He had waited, hoping to earn Hua Yong’s trust, to convince him to be marked to bind their lives forever.
“Fine,” he repeated, the word solidifying into resolve, his anger crystallizing into cold determination.
Shaoyou moved closer, sitting beside Hua Yong in the ruins of what used to be a library. He reached out, his hand wrapping around Hua Yong’s throat.
The other man didn’t resist. Didn’t move. Didn’t even try to protect himself.
Shaoyou’s fingers tightened slightly not enough to choke him, but enough to make the message clear. If Hua Yong wanted to fight him, this was his last chance.
“Fine,” Shaoyou murmured again, his voice low and steady. He could feel Hua Yong’s shallow breaths against his palm, could see the flutter of his lashes, the tremor of his body. “If I mark you now,” he asked quietly, “will you fight me?”
This was the last act of trust Shaoyou could offer him, the final mercy. If Hua Yong surrendered, if he bowed his head and accepted his fate, Shaoyou could forgive. He could overlook the deception. He could learn to love him not only as a man, but as an Alpha. He could learn to want him, to crave him.
But Hua Yong had to submit. Now.
Without a word, Hua Yong lowered his head. There was no hesitation, no thought of defiance. Whatever Shaoyou wanted, he would take. Whatever Shaoyou offered, he would accept.
A quiet growl escaped Shaoyou’s throat as he watched Hua Yong bow before him like a true Omega, as he should have done months ago.
He leaned in, closing the distance between them, and without giving him a chance to flinch or retreat, Shaoyou sank his teeth into Hua Yong’s scent gland.
The sharp taste of blood and the sweet, intoxicating scent of orchids filled the air as his teeth broke the skin. Hua Yong moaned softly, collapsing into Shaoyou’s arms, his hand clutching weakly at his Alpha.
When rescuers finally found them, Sheng Shaoyou carried his partner his marked, bound partner out of the wreckage of what had once been a library.
The medics rushed to meet them. Shaoyou refused treatment until Hua Yong was taken to surgery, ordering the chief surgeon himself to take care of him.
Shaoyou’s own injuries were minor. He sat silently through the stitching, expression blank until he overheard the nurses gossiping that the other man had a steel rod wound in his back and had refused painkillers.
That was enough.
Shaoyou stood, tearing off his half-fastened medical gown. The doctors tried to stop him from entering the operating room, but no one could stand in the way of an S-class Alpha and the man he had just claimed as his mate.
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When Hua Yong leaves the hospital, Sheng Shaoyou is waiting for him. Alpha has had time to think about what he should do with his insufferable, lie-loving partner.
He decides to punish him for every lie Hua Yong has ever told him. When they return home, he makes him count every lie, even the smallest, he's told since they first met.
Sheng Shaoyou's idea is simple.
"For every lie you tell, someone will fuck you," he says to Hua Yong in a calm tone as they drive through the busy city streets, as if he were discussing a shopping list with him. "You will obey until the lie counter reaches 0, and only then will I forgive you, Hua Yong."
Hua Yong doesn't fight, doesn't argue, doesn't try to escape. He simply obeys Shaoyou's words.
The car stops in front of a building Hua Yong has never been to before. It's a large, spacious house outside the city.
“You'll be staying here,” Shaoyou tells him, getting out of the car without waiting for his partner.
Hua Yong quickly follows him, not wanting to stray far from his master, Sheng.
“Get ready,” she orders him as they stop in the hallway.
Shaoyou looks expectantly at Hua Yong, who has frozen motionless, unsure of what Alpha means.
“Take off your clothes,” Shaoyou adds by way of explanation. He waits, calmly, wordlessly, watching the spectacle as Hua Yong quickly removes layers of clothing. Finally, he's left in his underwear. “That too,” Shaoyou repeats the order, and Hua Yong finally stands completely naked before him.
Shaoyou approaches him slowly, like a panther on the prowl, stalking its prey. From the inside pocket of his suit, he takes a thick, heavy ribbon and ties it around Hua Yong's eyes, blocking his full vision.
"This is so you don't get stupid ideas like remembering who fucked you," Shaoyou said in a calm voice.
After a moment, all he hears is the sound of a metal box opening. A moment later, a needle stabs Hua Yong in the arm.
Enigma didn't even move. Completely silent, completely obedient.
"And that's so you don't try to use your pheromones to free yourself," he added.
Shaoyou's fingers tightened on Hua Yong's arm as he led him deeper into the apartment. With each step, Hua Yong became less and less aware of his surroundings, the drugs effectively blocking his senses and pheromones. By the time Shaoyou's footsteps stopped somewhere, Hua Yong couldn't feel or hear a thing. His nose was completely useless, unable to produce his own pheromones; his hearing seemed so impaired that he couldn't even focus on the sound of Mr. Sheng's heart beating in his chest.
A hand appeared behind Hua Yong, pushing him forward, guiding him. Hands manipulated his body until Hua Yong… felt something wrap around his waist, felt himself immobilized, his legs spread, his hands trapped.
He's completely incapacitated, but… he doesn't feel any danger. His Alpha is with him. His Master Sheng speaks to him in a low voice as his hands guide Hua Yong. He rubs his wrists before securing them. He gently spreads his legs apart before Hua Yong loses the ability to bring them together again. His hands are all over his body, their ghostly touch lingering even as Shaoyou bids him farewell, reminding him of the expected number Hua Yong must work off.
"If anything happens, I'll be there," he tells him, comforting Hua Yong before disappearing.
The room is silent; without the ability to sense pheromones, Hua Yong feels as if he's floating above the ground. Long, silent minutes pass before the sound of approaching footsteps reaches Hua Yong's ears. No words are spoken, no act or gesture is exchanged, only the sound of a zipper, and a moment later, the blunt head of Alpha's cock presses against Hua Yong's exposed hole.
Again and again, Alpha plunges into him, until his penis floods Hua Yong's insides with a powerful load of semen. Alpha breathes loudly, but remains silent. He makes no comment, no snide remark, and no scolds Hua Yong.
Enigma is unaware of the counter hanging on the wall, unaware that the moment Alpha ejaculated inside him, one digit has been subtracted from the alarming total. One less, infinity left.
When Alpha pulls out, he walks away.
Minutes pass, and Hua Yong waits and waits.
Again, first he hears footsteps, then he feels hands on his waist, his buttocks are stretched, and someone is looking at his most private area from up close. Hua Yong feels Alpha's breath on his skin. Minutes will pass before he's filled, fucked, and drenched in cum again.
Another number is subtracted from the counter.
Hua Yong surrenders, lying there waiting.
Footsteps, penis, cum.
Another.
And another.
And another.
He doesn't know how long it lasts. But finally, after the sound of footsteps, someone touches his face, not his ass. Shaoyou wipes Hua Yong's cheeks from the tears he doesn't remember shedding.
"You did well, that's enough for today," he says, then methodically releases Hua Yong. He takes him to another room where he removes the blindfold. A tub full of hot water, soothing oils, and a beautifully scented bath gel, like orange blossoms, awaits them.
Shaoyou washes Hua Yong's entire body, his fingers sinking into his hole, helping him get rid of all the cum that's lodged inside him. Alpha's hands massage his wrists and rub his thighs. Hua Yong falls asleep as soon as Shaoyou tucks him into bed, wrapped in the blanket and his pheromones. Hua Yong doesn't resist, doesn't fight; he's happy because his Alpha is with him.
The next day is the same. As soon as Hua Yong wakes up, Shaoyou gives him a suppressant, blindfolds him with a ribbon, and traps him, forcing him to wait for his Alpha to fuck him.
Footsteps, penis, cum.
The number of lies decreases by one.
Another, and another, and another...
It goes on, day after day, week after week, but Hua Yong doesn't fight, doesn't try to resist. He eats when Shaoyou feeds him, sleeps when Alpha puts him to sleep, melts under his touch when Shaoyou washes him, and moans with relief when he massages his aching muscles.
Hua Yong is almost amused by the whole situation, but at the same time, he's happy because his Alpha still wants him, despite all the lies, despite not being an Omega. Sheng Shaoyou still wanted him, still allowed him to stay by his side, and… He knew Shaoyou thought Hua Yong wasn't aware that he was, in fact, the only person touching him. Enigma knew the shape of his Alpha's penis. He knew the size of his hand, the sound of his breathing. He knew the sound of his moan when Shaoyou came.
Hua Yong knows this should be his punishment, but really?
Considering that Mr. Sheng took care of him after he was finished with him? Hua Yong enjoyed his punishment much more than Shaoyou enjoyed punishing him.
The only punishment in all of this was the fact that he couldn't see his Alpha while he was fucking him. He couldn't kiss him or smell his pheromones...
But Hua Yong could handle that. And he could handle his punishment. And when the punishment was over... it would be time for his reward.