Chapter 107

That sensation was truly too novel. Shen Yu couldn’t hold back a soft gasp, and his slender yet resilient waist arched away from the soft sofa back due to the stimulation.

The black sweater bunched up entirely above his waistline, its hem draping like a skirt over Pei Ji’s muscular and powerful wrists. The exposed waist gleamed with a delicate sheen under the dim light.

His waist thrust upward with force, forming a smooth and beautiful arc, like a jade bow drawn to its fullest.

Pei Ji’s forearms showed distinct muscle lines, with prominent veins on his wrists. The muscles trembled, conveying controlled yet explosive power.

As he exerted force in his movements, the veins emerged like winding azure snakes over his solid arm muscles.

Shen Yu’s breathing grew rapid. His lips lost their defense for a moment, allowing Pei Ji to seize control once more. His mouth filled with the rich aroma of wine, mingled with the other man’s scent.

He was completely enveloped—an unprecedented experience. It felt as if he were no longer himself, as if they had retreated to a forgotten corner of the world, with only each other left.

Shen Yu gasped, unable to resist sinking his teeth harshly into Pei Ji’s scorching lower lip. He cursed, “Pei Ji, can you go a little easier with your hands?”

Amid his hurried words, his chest heaved up and down, drawing the other’s palm like a magnet wrapped in honey.

A stinging pain transmitted from his lip. Pei Ji winced in pain and pulled back slightly from his lips.

Pei Ji lowered his eyelids, his gaze enveloping Shen Yu in his domain. In the darkness, his eyes met Shen Yu’s, which seemed immersed in rippling water.

Their noses nearly touched, their hot breaths mingling. Amid the intimate closeness, a water-like tenderness flowed.

Pei Ji’s lips curved up. His tone was like a sigh or a murmur of affection, his warm breath brushing Shen Yu’s lip corner. “Shen Yu, I just can’t hold back with you.”

The kiss brought a sense of oxygen deprivation. Shen Yu’s chest rose and fell as he lightly raised one brow. “Blame me?”

Pei Ji chuckled lowly, a surge of dark red swirling in the depths of his eyes. His voice was hoarse. “Of course not. Blame me.”

Even as he said this, Pei Ji’s hands showed no intention of loosening—one firmly pinning Shen Yu’s wrists to the wall, the other gripping his chest.

Neither of them was made of stone, and with their absurdly high matching degree, this back-and-forth teasing and grinding had long sparked reactions. Scorching heat passed layer by layer, and the string of reason could snap at any moment.

If not for both holding onto their rationality without tearing off the pheromone inhibitor patches, the entire room would probably be flooded with surging pheromones by now.

A source of heat pressed against the root of his thigh. Shen Yu closed his eyes briefly.

Pei Ji was an alpha, and he was an omega. Their matching degree was one hundred percent. The current situation was truly like dry tinder meeting blazing fire.

The conventional path dictated alpha entering omega. Shen Yu had once been an alpha himself—how could he not understand Pei Ji’s desire right now?

But it felt like the moment he gave in, the moment he accepted his identity as an omega, he would be admitting that his previous life as an alpha was indeed the mess everyone despised—a total error.

Tch.

Shen Yu was more clear-headed than anyone about his own twisted nature. Precisely because he was so clear-headed and rational, he couldn’t escape this dark quagmire.

Reconciliation was for saints, and he wasn’t one.

Shen Yu opened his eyes. He tugged at his wrists, the air he exhaled laced with the faint aroma of red wine. His voice was low and seductive. “Let go of my hands.”

Pei Ji keenly sensed his abnormality. His gaze darkened as it fell on him, trying to read clues from Shen Yu’s expression.

A moment later, Pei Ji suddenly asked softly in return, “What if I let go and you run?”

Even as he said this, Pei Ji released his wrists. It had started as flirtatious fun between them. Since Shen Yu hadn’t objected at first, Pei Ji enjoyed seeing more expressions on him.

But now that Shen Yu didn’t want to be held, he wouldn’t force it against his will.

Shen Yu pushed him away, a indifferent smile tugging at his lips. “Pei Ji, if I wanted to run, I wouldn’t have come home with you.”

Pei Ji’s scorching palm slid away from his chest in the motion, his fingertips brushing over it and bringing a tingling, stimulating friction.

The hem of the black sweater also fell back down, completely covering the alluring view.

Pei Ji lowered his gaze, watching the snowy white waist disappear, and thought to himself how regrettable it was.

But the next second, a weight settled on his shoulder.

Shen Yu stood up from the sofa and approached Pei Ji, placing his hand on the alpha’s solid shoulder.

Pei Ji sat on the sofa. The already dim light in front of him was blocked by Shen Yu’s tall, slender figure. Shadows fell across his chiseled face, and the rich fragrance from Shen Yu wafted to his nose.

Pei Ji paused, lifting his eyelids to look at Shen Yu, quietly observing his reaction.

Shen Yu’s hands braced on his shoulders, drawing their distance closer. One leg knelt to Pei Ji’s right, the knee in black pants sinking into the matching sofa. The space they’d created was closed again.

Shen Yu reached out, trapping Pei Ji between his body and the black sofa. His thick lashes cast a cold, gloomy shadow in his eyes.

Pei Ji relaxed his muscles, tilting his head slightly back. He narrowed his sharp, elongated eyes and watched him silently.

Shen Yu lowered his gaze, looking right at him.

Pei Ji lightly raised a brow. “Hm?”

Shen Yu liked this feeling—holding the initiative, making Pei Ji tilt his head up to look at him, as if their roles had inverted.

Their overlapping figures cast shadows on the wall. In the narrow space between them, the light was dim, their visions unclear, but this made their bodily reactions even more direct and pronounced.

The rise and fall of chests with each breath, the thud of heartbeats in arousal, the faint tremors from overlapping muscles… The other senses amplified these responses infinitely.

Shen Yu sat on Pei Ji’s lap. Beneath his long lashes, his gaze filtered the light, shimmering layer by layer. Red wine wasn’t intoxicating, yet Pei Ji felt somewhat drunk.

The bodies of two grown men pressed tightly together. Hearing Pei Ji’s question, Shen Yu parted his slightly swollen, reddened lips from the sucking. His hoarse, seductive voice rang out in the intimate space.

“Besides, even if I were to run, I’d finish the wine first, right?”

The crisp clink of ice from the bucket sounded, shaking rhythmically.

Shen Yu reached for the red wine chilled in the ice bucket. His palm gripped the cold bottle body misted with frost, wetting his hand.

Pei Ji reached out. His fingers clamped like iron pliers around Shen Yu’s lean waist, rubbing his skin through the fabric—but it was like scratching an itch from afar, unsatisfying and unable to quench his thirst.

Shen Yu took a sip of red wine, then grabbed the back of Pei Ji’s head. He didn’t control his strength, forcing the man to tilt his head up.

His scalp tingled from the pull. Dark emotions gathered in Pei Ji’s eyes. He rarely looked up at anyone in this position, and he could sense the aggressive undertone hidden beneath Shen Yu’s flirtation—or was it humiliation?

But after noticing Shen Yu’s momentary gloom shift to clear skies, Pei Ji’s subtle dissatisfaction miraculously vanished.

Ha, Pei Ji, you’re truly going mad.

Pei Ji narrowed his eyes, tilting his head up to look at Shen Yu.

From this angle, most of the light on Pei Ji was blocked by Shen Yu.

Thus, Pei Ji’s face lingered in half-light, half-shadow, making his features appear even more profound, his jawline sharply contoured like a freshly sharpened blade.

The wine in his mouth gradually warmed. As Shen Yu leaned down, Pei Ji’s other arm snaked out like a python, clasping his nape. His fingers unintentionally brushed the curled edge of the gland patch.

Pei Ji exhaled hot breath, suppressing the urge to wildly toy with his gland. His fingers threaded into Shen Yu’s hair, strongly yet gently pressing his head down.

The aroma of red wine permeated between them. Their lips ground together, slick tongues exchanging wine and breaths. Pei Ji’s hand gripped his waist tightly, pulling Shen Yu even closer.

They shared a wet, wine-soaked hot kiss.

This kiss was exceptionally long, turning air into a luxury amid the suffocating entanglement.

After that wine-laced kiss ended, deep kisses followed one after another, lingering and tender.

After another deep kiss, under the combined effects of oxygen deprivation and alcohol, Shen Yu clearly grew drowsy. His hot breath puffed onto Pei Ji’s shoulder hollow.

Pei Ji’s lips curved. He chuckled lowly, kissing his lips again before trailing from Shen Yu’s lips down to his neck.

An itchy sensation and scorching touch came to his neck. Shen Yu tilted his head back, the vein on the side of his neck tensing slightly. Pei Ji grazed the nearby skin with his teeth, as if to suck his blood.

Shen Yu’s voice was lazy as he asked, “How much is left?”

Pei Ji looked up at the bottle, still more than half full, then at Shen Yu’s fingers gripping it.

Shen Yu’s fingers were long, with distinct joints. When bent, faint capillaries showed beneath the skin. Pale veins stood out on the back of his hand against the deep red, like a model ad.

Pei Ji’s eyes darkened. He withdrew his gaze and smiled. “Half a bottle left. But at this rate, we’ll be drinking till dawn.”

Shen Yu looked at him and said, “Then we’ll wait till dawn.”

Pei Ji noticed that Shen Yu sometimes drew out the ending tone of the last word, turning even emotionless phrases seductive.

That voice floated down like willow fluff in the wind, tickling the heart.

It made one want to pin him down and bully him.

Thinking this, Pei Ji’s lips curved. Seizing Shen Yu’s moment of relaxed vigilance, he snatched the wine bottle from his hand.

Shen Yu raised a brow, and then a strong force hit his waist.

In a flash, their positions flipped. Shen Yu’s vision darkened as his shoulders hit the soft sofa.

Pei Ji used the momentum, rolling to the side with him. His arm propped beside Shen Yu’s head, pinning him to the sofa.

The situation reversed in an instant, their breaths overlapping.

Pei Ji pressed Shen Yu beneath him, noting his listless brows and eyes. Recalling what that person had just said, his chest shook faintly. His voice held a tipsy amusement. “Who was it that just said ‘then till dawn’?”

Shen Yu let him pin him down, reaching to tug his tie but grasping empty air. He lifted his eyelids and asked, “No tie today?”

Pei Ji paused, not expecting the question. He usually wore one only for formal occasions. As the young head of the Pei Family, dressing etiquette was ingrained in him.

Today was his first day as Shen Yu’s study companion. He’d deliberately cleared his schedule and fussed in front of the mirror for a while, but nothing felt right, so he’d skipped it.

Pei Ji set the half-full wine bottle aside. His long fingers stroked Shen Yu’s slightly damp forehead hair, smiling as he answered, “Forgot.”

Shen Yu had no idea the ever-composed man before him had such hang-ups. His reddened lips parted slightly. “You should wear it more often.”

Pei Ji kissed his forehead, lifting up slightly. His voice was gentle and patient. “Why?”

Shen Yu looked straight at him, lips parting. “So when I want to kiss you, I can just grab your tie and pull you to me.”

Pei Ji’s lips curved, his voice deepening. “So you wanted to kiss me just now?”

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes, his crimson tongue tip flickering between white teeth, end tone rising. “Maybe?”

Pei Ji’s gaze trailed downward bit by bit. From the tugging earlier, his clothes were disheveled. The wide sweater neckline gaped into a deep U.

Black fabric revealed half the snowy white contour of his chest muscle, just covering the red peaks. Due to the alcohol, a thin layer of pink steamed on the delicate skin.

Beyond that, something slightly darker caught the eye—finger marks upon closer look.

Red fingerprints on the pale half-chest muscle looked utterly ambiguous, erotic to the extreme.

The source was no mystery. Pei Ji glanced and felt a mix of guilt and intense thirst.

Shen Yu lay lazily on the sofa, noticing Pei Ji’s reaction. Gloomy light spilled from beneath his inky lashes. He suddenly curved his lips, his voice captivating.

“Pei Ji, I thought of a way to finish this bottle without waiting till dawn.”

Since they’d come to taste wine, they might as well see it through to the end.

Pei Ji’s eyes grew even deeper. He propped himself above Shen Yu and asked, “What method?”

Shen Yu glanced at him. His fingers lifted the hem of the sweater bunched at his waist, revealing those beautiful, sleek waist and abdominal muscles once more.

The rich black receded by a shade, allowing the pale white tinged with faint pink to show through a little more.

Pei Ji’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at Shen Yu’s every move.

Under Pei Ji’s profound gaze, Shen Yu’s slender fingers lifted the sweater hem. Then his lips parted slightly. His red lips caught the black fabric between them, and his teeth gripped the edge.

The dark sweater bunched entirely along his cold white chest. When his chest muscles relaxed, they took on a soft texture—like two snow-white loaves of bread dotted with flowers. Clear red fingerprints emerged along with them.

His waist was slim and narrow, but his abs were sharply defined. His mermaid lines flowed smoothly into a V-shape, merging with the bluish veins along his side as they gradually disappeared into the black belt printed with white letters.

At that moment, those muscle groups flushed pale pink from the alcohol rose and fell slowly with their owner’s even breaths.

After a long moment with no reaction from Pei Ji, Shen Yu tilted his head. His jet-black eyelashes cast a shadowed outline along one side of his high-bridged nose.

He let out an extremely indifferent hum from his nasal cavity.

“Um?”

It was utterly indifferent—yet utterly seductive.

Pei Ji’s Adam’s apple slid up and down uncontrollably. He heard his own voice come out hoarse beyond measure.

“Baby, hold it a little longer. Yeah, bite it up a bit more.”