Chapter 24: Hating That Alpha’s Beta

Yu Sui understood each of the words separately, but when they were put together, he truly couldn’t comprehend them.

“System…”

[Those are all just excuses,] the System declared with absolute certainty. [He’s jealous. He wants to wipe away the marks on your body, but because of the persona he’s imposed on himself, he can only resort to this method.]

“Is that how it is?” Yu Sui replied, only half convinced.

Shen Anliu watched him fall silent and grew a little panicked. “Bro?”

“You’re putting medicine on me because you don’t want to see these marks, right?” As Yu Sui spoke, he stared at Shen Anliu’s face, observing closely.

Shen Anliu’s gaze darted away evasively. “I…”

“Fine, then.” With that, Yu Sui felt completely at ease.

He lay prone on the bed.

Shen Anliu’s heart pounded faster, a sweet sensation welling up inside him.

Was Yu Sui coaxing him like this? He was clearly embarrassed but had compromised anyway, just to give him a sense of security.

God, Yu Sui was really something else.

Shen Anliu swallowed hard, sat down beside him, and then tugged the shirt down.

The smooth, pale expanse of his back was marred by unsightly, scattered blotches.

The finger marks on his waist had deepened to a vivid red, a clear testament to that person’s possessive dominance.

Shen Anliu frowned, envy and jealousy churning within him. He hadn’t even kissed those spots himself.

With careful fingertips, he applied the cool ointment, his movements gentle and patient.

Yu Sui pretended to scroll on his phone, but in reality, he was using the screen’s reflection to sneak glances at the young man’s reactions.

When he saw Shen Anliu staring fixedly at his back, his expression exceedingly grim, Yu Sui fully believed what the System had said.

He let out a quiet breath of relief, opened WeChat, and switched to his alt account to check on that task’s progress.

Ding dong—

The moment he refreshed after switching accounts, a message popped up.

[WeChat] x: Hello.

Seeing that Jiang Nianxing had accepted his friend request, Yu Sui’s eyes lit up. He immediately launched into harassment mode.

[WeChat] y: Show me your pecs.

Jiang Nianxing, still in the infirmary, nearly leapt to his feet upon reading the message.

Why on earth would Yu Sui send something like that?

Did it mean the young man was interested in him?

Jiang Nianxing’s ears flushed crimson, blood practically dripping from them. He hadn’t expected Yu Sui to be so forward in private.

But he was still in the infirmary—what if someone saw?

[WeChat] x: No.

Not right now, Jiang Nianxing mentally amended.

Yu Sui, on the receiving end, wasn’t surprised by the refusal at all.

He didn’t send any follow-up messages. After all, the protagonist shou was still applying medicine to him. What if Shen Anliu discovered he was harassing Jiang Nianxing and lost control, beating him up?

Jiang Nianxing clutched his phone, the corners of his mouth lifting. Somehow, it felt just like dating.

Yet after a long wait, there was still no reply.

Anxiety gripped him at once. Had his response been too curt? Had it caused Yu Sui to misunderstand?

With that thought, he lifted his shirt, phone trembling in his hand as he snapped a photo of his abs and sent it over.

Still, no reply came.

Not satisfied?

Or perhaps…

Jiang Nianxing’s heart raced. Perhaps the abs were just a pretext, and what he really wanted to see was…

That was way too much…

His breathing grew ragged, but even so, he couldn’t bring himself to snap that kind of photo in the infirmary.

Yu Sui set his phone aside and gradually relaxed, a wave of fatigue washing over him.

Shen Anliu stared at those marks, his mind swirling with indecent fantasies.

He fought hard to keep any hint of it from showing.

Finally, with great difficulty, he lifted his hands from Yu Sui’s waist. When he looked up, he saw Yu Sui lying there with one cheek pressed to the bed, eyes closed.

Shen Anliu swallowed thickly, leaned down slowly, and pressed a scorching kiss to the young man’s back.

His heart felt like it was about to leap from his chest. He licked his lips, carefully tucked the blanket over Yu Sui, and beat a hasty, awkward retreat to the bathroom.

The coolness of the ointment lingered on his fingertips, but from it, Shen Anliu caught the unique fragrance that belonged only to Yu Sui.

Pleasant yet restrained sounds echoed softly through the bathroom.

Jiang Nianxing rested for three hours until the potion’s side effects fully faded. After a quick check-up confirmed he was fine, he headed back to the dorms.

In the shower, his thoughts drifted to Yu Sui’s silence.

Was he dissatisfied with him?

He recalled what he’d found online: a good dog couldn’t just passively await its master’s commands; it had to learn to take the initiative and please proactively.

He bit his lip and leaned against the shower wall. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the veins along his waist taut and sensually defined. Water droplets clung to his abs, trailing downward.

With one clearly boned hand gripping himself, Jiang Nianxing bit down harder on his lip, a mix of shame and excitement surging through him.

Was this the feeling of being a dog?

Click. He snapped the photo and sent it to Yu Sui, heart pounding as he awaited his master’s verdict.

[WeChat] x: [Image]

[WeChat] x: Satisfied?