Chapter 61: Pheromones

Qiu Sui’s initiative soothed Shen Zhixiao’s urgency, and his furious storm of kisses finally slowed to a gentle entangling of tongues, his palm caressing the texture of Qiu Sui’s skin as he couldn’t help but murmur Qiu Sui’s name.

The hot breath escaping between Qiu Sui’s cheeks stirred a seductive surge. Soon, Shen Zhixiao trailed kisses from the corner of his lips downward, planting a continuous string of wet kisses along his side neck while pressing deep into his skin to sniff, as if searching for something.

Qiu Sui tilted his head against the bedding, panting, thinking Shen Zhixiao had calmed down. He turned to call his name.

Shen Zhixiao pressed against Qiu Sui’s skin, inhaling deeply over and over to confirm, only to find his Pheromones merely cloaking the surface rather than coursing through from within. He grew agitated and bared his fangs. “No scent… baby… there’s no scent inside…”

Qiu Sui’s heart clenched at his words. He stroked the Alpha’s head soothingly and softly explained to the man who wasn’t fully lucid, “I’m a Beta. I don’t have Pheromones.”

Shen Zhixiao’s fangs roamed over Qiu Sui’s skin, the sharp tips grazing flesh and instinctively evoking a sharp sense of crisis. Qiu Sui involuntarily gripped his hair tighter, hearing the repeated low murmur, “Can’t be none… can’t…”

Qiu Sui parted his lips to speak when a sudden, indescribable jolt erupted at the back of his neck, forcing him to reflexively arch his waist as his words dissolved into a sharp, short cry.

Shen Zhixiao pressed against his Gland, his fangs intimately grinding against that thin layer of skin. Feeling Qiu Sui tremble, his excitement surged, the urge to bite nearly overwhelming.

In fact, Shen Zhixiao did just that. His two fangs pierced the skin and sank viciously into Qiu Sui’s flesh. The blocked Pheromones surging within him found an outlet and rushed frantically into the other man.

Qiu Sui’s fingers, clutching Shen Zhixiao’s head, tightened in that instant, his knuckles flushing vivid red.

It had been a long time since Shen Zhixiao’s last Temporary Mark. Normally, he only kissed the Gland; Qiu Sui had forgotten this sensation of being nailed in place, body immobile.

He felt the intense swelling pain spread with a faint numbing softness through his limbs, his calves twitching reflexively as a layer of physiological mist clouded his eyes.

The Alpha buried in his arms tried to pour in more Pheromones, but a Beta’s Gland had limited capacity—only a thin layer of skin absorbed a trace of Green Tea Pheromone.

Even that trace wouldn’t linger long inside Qiu Sui; it would soon dissipate into the air.

He was Qiu Sui’s Alpha, yet left no special bond, no different from any ordinary stranger on the street—just a fleeting mark.

This thought fueled Shen Zhixiao’s unwillingness and gloom, overtaking his initial joy and fervor, making him furrow his brows in sudden irritability.

He uneasily licked and kissed the wound, sensing the Pheromones might fade, and bit down again in urgency.

Qiu Sui, still reeling, widened his eyes in shock at the abrupt double bite, his throat emitting staccato cries that finally made the other release.

But Shen Zhixiao remained lost in his emotions, unmoved—until Qiu Sui’s fingers frantically clawed at his head, sliding to the back of his neck and hooking the still-attached Neck Ring. With a yank, he pulled the Alpha away.

Throat constricted, Shen Zhixiao instantly settled, panting irritably. His eyes, meeting Qiu Sui’s, brimmed with glistening tears.

Even with Qiu Sui’s good temper, he couldn’t hold back a curse. The most pitiful one here should be me, bitten twice raw on the neck!

Sensing the faint anger in Qiu Sui’s eyes, the Alpha’s expression shifted. He lowered his gaze as if holding back tears and murmured submissively, “I was wrong… baby… I was wrong…”

Qiu Sui’s rising ire deflated at the sight.

Marking during Susceptible Period was an Alpha’s instinct; normally, Shen Zhixiao only dared kiss his Gland, never bite.

He loosened his grip on the Neck Ring slightly, cradling Shen Zhixiao’s head as he sat up and kissed his feverishly red eyelids. “It’s not that you can’t bite, but tell me first. It hurts a bit; I need to prepare…”

The Alpha’s lashes trembled, his hazy mind clearing slightly.

When Shen Zhixiao touched the Gland again, Qiu Sui braced for the bite, waiting several seconds—only to find him merely licking the wound.

Qiu Sui poked his flushed earlobe. “Go on, bite. I’m ready now.”

The Alpha didn’t bite. After licking the wound clean, he brought his hot, wet breath for a kiss.

Qiu Sui’s heart swelled like it was filled with warm water, aching and full. His fingers trailed slowly along Shen Zhixiao’s scorching jaw, chest muscles, and finally rested on his abdomen.

Amid the pulling kisses, he whispered, “Doesn’t it hurt you?”

Shen Zhixiao paused his kisses, breaths tangling hotly. The vein at his temple throbbed, betraying his intense state.

Qiu Sui’s fingers twitched back, only to be captured and interlaced with the Alpha’s.

Shen Zhixiao’s hands were larger, longer, every finger dexterous.

Qiu Sui pressed into the pillow, at one moment pursing his lips and tilting his face up, exposing the sleek, taut line of his neck.

Shen Zhixiao suckled his prominent Adam’s apple, murmuring low, “Baby… wife.”

Qiu Sui swallowed sensitively, silent. Soon, Shen Zhixiao’s slick fingers brushed his hand.

Qiu Sui finally reacted, trying to pull away, but their fingers locked. He let out a strained sound. “Dirty…”

Shen Zhixiao guided their joined hands to his face, sniffing lightly—even licking. “Smells good, baby.”

Qiu Sui wanted to punch him, but before his other hand could rise, he gripped the sheets tight, body jolting as his vision blurred.

Shen Zhixiao held his hand, blissfully kissing at his pursed lips, trying to coax them open.

A muffled groan rumbled in Qiu Sui’s throat. Despite preparation, dizziness hit; it felt like that drunken night, the scene exploding into vivid colors.

The room was the same, the bed beneath unchanged, the humid chaos enveloping them—as if nothing had shifted.

But it had. The sheets bunched under his waist were new; the Alpha holding him was now his.

He called him baby, little Sui, wife—none deniable.

Qiu Sui’s breaths grew ragged, uncontrollably parting his lips for air, but that would unleash the sounds swirling in his mouth. He forced steadier breaths, chest rising and falling like gentle waves.

But the sea was blue; he burned red-hot.

Shen Zhixiao leaned in to tug and bite; Qiu Sui’s rhythm shattered, gasps laced with fragments echoing between lips and teeth.

Shen Zhixiao loved it, pressing their foreheads together to watch his disheveled expression, lashes fluttering wildly.

But he hated that his Pheromones wouldn’t stick to Qiu Sui—no Temporary Mark, no Permanent Mark.

Shen Zhixiao no longer wanted to bite the Gland; it hurt Qiu Sui, left wounds.

Weighing it, he chose the latter to keep Green Tea Pheromone levels high inside Qiu Sui.

No wounds—just sweat and blissful shudders.

Energized, the Alpha wrapped Qiu Sui’s lean waist, kissing his damp, hot cheeks.

In contrast to Shen Zhixiao’s vigor, Qiu Sui’s mind turned muddled, reactions dulling, senses fading from hearing and sight across his body…

Qiu Sui’s weekend was utter chaos. Controlling Shen Zhixiao’s Susceptible Period was a massive challenge—manageable by day, insatiable by night.

Saturday night, he wavered on physically subduing him but softened, leading to Sunday night’s inconvenient limp back to school.

Before leaving, seeing Shen Zhixiao cling tearfully, Qiu Sui nearly stayed—but coaxed him, shut the door, and video-called the whole way. Even Monday’s class continued it.

The Alpha panted “baby, come home” through one class. If lucid, Qiu Sui would’ve hung up.

He accidentally did once—phone died mid-second class.

Shen Zhixiao bombarded calls; Qiu Sui powered on to endless ringing, as if he’d call forever.

Worried he’d frenzy unseen, Qiu Sui fumbled to answer. Seeing silent tears on screen stirred an urge to rush back.

Luckily, by day four, Shen Zhixiao improved—injections of Suppressant stabilized Pheromones, emotions less raw; no constant calls needed.

Without visuals, Qiu Sui checked the app intermittently.

By the last day, Shen Zhixiao managed leaks with Suppressant and Bite Guard, returning to class. Qiu Sui relaxed.

His neck, waist, thighs, even arms bore weekend marks—still vivid after days.

Autumn-winter layers hid them, sparing embarrassment.

Post-high-intensity, Wednesday’s PE warm-up nearly buckled his knees on the track. Back at dorm, fuming, he punched Shen Zhixiao’s solid chest twice.

Shen Zhixiao took the hits, chuckling apologies while massaging his waist and legs.

Qiu Sui sprawled in pajamas, lording over guilty pampering, exaggerating blame for the Susceptible Period, flashing marks, hands wandering teasingly.

Then, like a lord, he flopped his head on Shen Zhixiao’s thigh, arm outstretched demandingly. “Massage the hands too.”

Seeing the Beta’s vibrant mood, Shen Zhixiao kissed his fingers.

Qiu Sui’s grand momentum fizzled; he averted his eyes, pretending to hunt his phone.

One hand massaged Shen Zhixiao; the other chatted in their small group. Suddenly glancing up, he realized something.

As a Beta, Qiu Sui instinctively ignored Pheromones—he couldn’t sense or produce them, so forgot to ask.

Qiao Keren’s were caramel; Qiu Shun’s, cool shirt. Even that creep Alpha’s Green Tea Pheromone stuck; but his boyfriend’s? Unknown.

Rarely, Shen Zhixiao never mentioned it.

Asking one’s Pheromone scent was offensive prying for most—but flirting with your boyfriend.

So thinking, Qiu Sui smiled at the Alpha’s handsome face, using Shen Zhixiao’s massaging hand to tease his lowered chin.

As warm eyes met his, he slowly licked his lips and asked curiously, “What does your Pheromone smell like? I still don’t know.”