Chapter 33: Dark-Skinned Rugged Honest Man 33

Chen Jingxu was undoubtedly a beast.

Born into the Chen Family’s twisted environment, it had forged him into a hypocritical, falsely virtuous man who chased profit relentlessly and stooped to any means to achieve his ends.

With one arm, he cradled the heavy, limp-headed prey whose skull hung powerless. Veins bulged prominently across the back of his slender hand.

Restraining his surging lust, the man’s other hand dipped into the sticky fluid.

Like applying makeup to a lover, he leisurely caressed the young man’s lips and earlobes, then traced the elegant line of his neck, his chest, and his buttocks.

The liquid evaporated in an instant, as if burrowing straight into the beta’s skin. Moments later, it transformed into countless sharp, pungent, repulsive scents of foreign alpha pheromones that pelted the oblivious youth like a torrential downpour.

Even with preparation, Chen Jingxu’s face twisted in an instant. The innate opposition between alphas’ pheromones unleashed the violence, frenzy, and revulsion buried deep in his bones, beyond his control.

Color drained from the man’s face until it was nearly ashen white. The flesh and bones beneath his skin seemed to writhe alive, poised to morph into bloated maggots that would twist and force their master to vomit blood.

Yet the alpha merely heaved with strange, dry retches.

The more agony he endured, the closer he drew.

He was like the headless body of a snake—manic, pathological, malformed, drenched in gore.

In near-suffocating frenzy, he showered the youth with mad kisses, leaving countless faint red flushes in their wake.

A shrill ringtone pierced the air by his ear.

Chen Jingxu froze mid-motion. His lips stretched into an ever-widening gash, the corners sharpening like blades, while the deep crimson tip of his tongue quivered ominously in time with his movements.

He knew exactly who was calling.

Yet he continued to savor the delicacy in his arms, the clashing alpha pheromones doing nothing to blunt his appetite.

Only on the third ring did the man wipe the drool spilling from his lips and leisurely answer Jiang Rang’s phone.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

He pitched his voice low, his eyes narrowing into a venomous, cold smile.

The breathing on the other end hitched sharply.

It was a long moment before Chen Jingxu heard the omega’s barely steady breaths. “Who are you? Where’s Jiang Rang?”

The accusation and wariness sent a sick thrill bubbling up from the alpha’s marrow.

The man chuckled softly, his tone dropping even lower. “He’s in the shower. And who are you? What do you want with him?”

A sudden crash of shattering objects erupted from the phone. To spare his ear, the alpha casually held the device farther away. After a pause, he drawled with faint amusement, “What kind of lunatic is this? Jiang Jiang really shouldn’t hand out his number to people like you…”

He lingered, waiting for the inevitable curse—something like “bitch”—before hanging up.

A thin thread of pleasure curled at Chen Jingxu’s lips. He dipped his head to gently kiss the beta’s tightly shut eyes. “Jiang Jiang,” he murmured softly, “it’s time to leave him soon.”

“I’m already impatient.”

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Jiang Rang came to gradually in the car. His mind hadn’t fully returned to his body—he was so dizzy it felt like the whole world had flipped upside down.

The youth pressed blankly against the glass window, his overly flushed face damp as if the foggy breath of a cold night had seeped back onto his cheeks.

Bereft of higher thought, he simply stared vacantly out the window. His broad, towering frame took on an unexpectedly endearing vulnerability.

By the time they reached the Villa District, he had no idea how he’d even gotten out of the car—his eyelashes fluttered shut once more.

He slept soundly, utterly unaware of how he’d been brought back to the Li Family.

When the beta finally woke fully, it was to a dousing of icy water that chilled him to the core.

Jiang Rang lay half-reclined in dazed confusion inside the sodden white bathtub. One powerful leg was bent at the knee, his shirt soaked translucent by the shower spray, the fabric at his chest going nearly sheer.

“So cold,” the youth murmured, his eyes welling with misty moisture as he hugged his arms to his chest.

As he spoke, he tilted his chin up slightly and squinted, trying to make out the man standing beside him, silhouetted against the light.

But before he could focus, another deluge crashed down.

The water poured from the man like a bottomless void, frigid enough to pierce bone. Jiang Rang had nowhere to hide and curled into a near-fetal ball in the corner of the tub.

His hair was utterly drenched, plastered to his forehead. The vivid flush had faded from his face, leaving his eyes hazy and brimming with water. He gazed about in bewilderment, as if unable to fathom what he’d done wrong. For all his imposing height, he looked heartbreakingly pitiable.

A black shadow carried the thick, mossy dampness as it slowly crouched down, revealing the man’s face.

It was a face so deathly pale it bordered on horrifying, greenish-white as if it were about to be shoved into a crematorium at any moment. Straggly black hair hung in crooked strands, poised to morph into a terrifying scythe the next instant.

The moment Jiang Rang made out that face, his whole body jolted as if electrified.

The young man seemed to snap back to his senses at last. He frantically wiped his face, his damp lips wriggling as he tried to say something—only for the man leaning in close to clamp a hand over his mouth.

Those pale, slender fingers locked down like an iron vise, sealing the beta’s silver tongue.

“Don’t speak right now.”

The omega’s expression was eerily calm. His rage, his jealousy—they had long since been reduced to the wreckage of shattered trash he’d smashed and torn apart.

The man’s eyes were pitch-black, dark enough to drip with murky water.

“I’ll ask,” he said. “You nod or shake your head.”

Jiang Rang clenched his knuckles tight. After a long moment, he let out muffled whimpers and nodded.

Qi Yu’s face was calm to the point of numbness, utterly unnatural. His teeth ground together with faint clicks as he spoke.

“You met someone else in that low-rent apartment.”

Jiang Rang’s eyes reddened as he nodded.

“How many were there? Blink to tell me.”

The young man flinched and blinked once—but in his extreme tension, he blinked twice more.

Qi Yu lowered his bloodshot eyes and rasped slowly, “Three.”

The young man’s eyes flew wide. He shook his head furiously.

Qi Yu let out a scornful chuckle. “So more than three, then.”

Jiang Rang was utterly terrified now. He tried to struggle, but the omega’s strength was shockingly immense. The young man was practically buried in the basin by those hands, unable to budge.

Qi Yu’s eyes grew redder and redder, his expression twitching uncontrollably.

“Did you kiss them?”

The young man shook his head desperately, his face growing more frantic by the second.

“So more than kissing, then. You fucked.”

Jiang Rang trembled all over, terror spilling from his eyes like blood from a torn wound.

Qi Yu suddenly laughed, as if he couldn’t hold it back any longer. The laugh started low, then sharpened into something piercing and shrill, like the hiss of a serpent beast.

“Finally admitting it?”

When the laughter finally died, that waterlogged, ghostly white face lunged closer. The man’s scarlet tongue flicked out, his features twisted in a grotesque mix of tears and mirth.

“Jiang Rang, you must’ve gone absolutely wild. Alphas that irresistible? One wasn’t enough—you had to take on a bunch at once?”

“Did they make you feel good?”

His hand shook as he spoke, his lips brushing the back of the hand clamped over the young man’s mouth. Each word dripped with heart-piercing hatred: “Alphas that great?”

“What do you like about them?”

“Like how they fuck like animals?”

Qi Yu leaned in close to the young man’s ear, which quivered on the verge of convulsions, his voice a hoarse whisper: “If that’s what you like, I can do it too.”

“I’ll get surgery.”

“Whatever you want me to be, I’ll make myself into it.”

The man slowly gripped the beta’s sodden hair, letting the other’s scalding tears fall into his palm.

In that eerie calm, he murmured, “Then I’ll chain you to the bed. Sound good?”

Jiang Rang was so frightened he’d lost all capacity to react.

The man gave a bizarre chuckle, then flicked the shower back on. His pitch-black eyes gleamed with sickly strangeness as he muttered disjointedly, “It’s fine.”

“I’ll wash you clean.”

“Wash you clean.” He aimed the showerhead at his own face first, drenching that pallid visage until it looked like the features might melt away. Then he turned it on the red marks at Jiang Rang’s neck.

“Wash you clean.” His fingers dug in hard, scrubbing at the young man’s lips.

“Wash you clean.” He ripped at the young man’s shirt, giggling all the while.

Mid-laughter, he seemed to remember something. His tone abruptly softened: “Let me check you over, okay? With that many guys, what if you got hurt…”

His voice was gentle, but his eyes grew only more twisted.

Jiang Rang shook his head with muffled sobs, completely broken. He was tall and sturdy, after all—even pinned down at first, he wasn’t so easy to control once he regained his wits.

The young man struggled violently, shoving hard at the omega clinging to him. Perhaps it was the sudden burst of strength, but Jiang Rang actually managed to push Qi Yu away.

The man was already pregnant, his mental state fragile. When he was shoved back, his belly slammed straight into the edge of the vanity.

The omega let out a stifled, guttural cry of pain, then slowly slid down against the vanity as if he couldn’t bear it.

Qi Yu’s forehead beaded with cold sweat. He gasped weakly for air, one hand pressed to his stomach. His face had gone deathly pale, twisted in agony, and his body began to spasm and twitch uncontrollably.

In the stark white bathroom, a sickly, chilling red stain bloomed from between the man’s legs into the pooling water on the floor.

“It hurts… it hurts so much… Jiang Rang… Jiang Rang—”

He threw his head back, tears streaming down his ashen face.

Jiang Rang’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. He was frozen in terror, squatting in the bathtub and staring blankly at his own wet hands—the hands that had shoved him.

Qi Yu fixed him with a venomous glare from his pitch-black eyes. Strands of his dark hair clung to his neck like those of a hanged ghost swaying from the rafters. In a hoarse rasp, the man said, “Jiang Rang, you harmed our Baobao.”

Jiang Rang finally snapped out of it. His hands shook as he half-lifted the still-muttering Male Master—who was cursing him with vicious spite—and carried him out of the icy bathroom on trembling legs.

The young man could barely register anything else. Locked in a full-blown panic response, he yanked out his phone and dialed emergency services.

Qi Yu’s arms snaked around his neck. The Male Master’s gaze burned into him, brimming with anguish and hatred, his voice a shrill snarl like that of a cornered beast choking on its own fury.

“Jiang Rang, I’m warning you—if our baby is gone, I’ll never let you off the hook for as long as I live—”