最佳契合 (Perfect Match) – 十九瑶
Chapter 31
CONTENT ADVISORY
This chapter contains depictions and/or strong implications of rape. Reader discretion is advised.
The hallway was filled with shattering and clattering as the alpha, consumed by desire, embraced the omega and pounced on him, knocking the wooden cupboard to the floor and scattering chopsticks, rags, and rolls of tissue paper everywhere…
As the omega was too small to escape his grasp, he wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled back, dragging the man back onto the bed. He couldn’t wait to get down on his knees behind that plump ass, grab his cock, and ram it in once again.
The thing in Zheng Feiluan’s crotch was so thick and hard that it practically resembled a ferocious beast, totally deserving of his pheromone level: like a torture rod, it penetrated the omega’s fragile body with a kind of stabbing force; it was hot and red, pulsating with veins and its head protruding.
Instantly after going in, he shoved aggressively; the clear, loud sounds of his buttocks slapping echoed throughout the midnight rental room, making it more terrifying than a smack in the face.
The omega was stripped naked and knelt over the edge of the bed. He slid forward one at a time, and his soft white buttocks were quickly covered in red marks from being thrust into so hard. There was an icy coldness in the air, as if the room were a pack of ravenous wolves devouring a lifeless sheep, savoring every last bit of its flesh.
Even though he’s in tremendous pain, the omega had no choice but to suppress his emotions since the pheromone’s desires have grown too strong.
The sounds of slapping flesh were clear as sticky fluids and cold sweat flowed out of their connecting areas, creating a thick, lustful mess. The omega, on the other hand, made no sound or tried to defend himself. All he could do was clench his teeth and support himself to grab the bedboard. He stretched his elbows to the furthest extent possible, terrified that the powerful blow from behind him would send his head slamming against the wall.
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Zheng Feiluan couldn’t stand such a scene.
He did his best to separate himself from this wild sex and act like he was an oblivious outsider, but it was useless—because each thrust brought him genuine pleasure.
Intoxicatingly sinful.
The omega’s back hole was hot, flexible, and soft. It swallowed him completely and then stretched out again, as if some unseen force were trying to suck the cum from his sack. His lower abdomen ached with every thrust as his body broke free of its rational bounds and started to react instinctively. The thrilling sensation pierced deep into his skull and bones, sending shivers down his spine and tingling in his scalp—like getting a shot of adrenaline straight into his bloodstream.
It feels extremely good.
No amount of sexual pleasure he had experienced over the past thirty years could compare to this level of ecstasy.
Zheng Feiluan let out a ragged breath as he inhaled deeply, his pores opening and his broad back covered in hot sweat, as if he had just been rained on.
He felt like he had transformed into a feral beast in heat, driven solely by an instinctual need to breed—utterly despicable and morally corrupt, with no self-control at all; all he knew was how to grab the omega’s neck and hump him desperately. His crotch was bulging with intense pain, his erection throbbed constantly, his cockhole opened every now and then, and the salty fluid inside would burst out in a rush whenever his resolve wavered slightly.
After a while, Zheng Feiluan finds himself nearly unable to tell whose waist was doing the thrusting. Maybe it was the beast’s, maybe it was his; perhaps they had already fused into one, sharing the guilt for the violent deed. Neither could be called innocent.
As his orgasm drew closer, his heart rate shot up, and he began thrusting with growing intensity, one after the other. The whole scene became hazy, as if seeing through a circular set of blurry lenses; the only thing that remained clear and steady in the middle of his field of vision was the omega’s exposed neck.
He fixed his eyes on that spot, leaned down, and bared his itching fangs.
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As soon as Zheng Feiluan ejaculated, he was so ecstatic that his face turned red.
He tightened his abs and pressed down on the omega’s behind, thrusting his cock into the most sensitive part of the hole in a single, fast stroke. The tip of the shaft brushed the delicate flesh outside the womb as a rush of hot, salty cum poured into it one after another. The fangs caught the gland in the neck and bit down hard on it, causing blood to ooze out and injecting an enormous amount of marking pheromones, signifying possession.
He wanted his omega to be covered in his scent, and wherever he went, he wished the other alphas around him to instinctively stay away.
However, he forgot that the omega’s heat period hadn’t arrived yet.
If a person is not in heat, their womb is closed, making it so sensitive and fragile that even the slightest pressure can cause tremendous pain. The omega jolted several times in agony while being penetrated forcefully by an iron-like cock, causing him to ejaculate. His jaw was clenched down on the pillowcase, his eyes shut, and his complexion became a ghastly shade of pale from the sweat that trickled down his face.
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At 2:15 in the morning, the sexual assault that started in the hallway finally ended on the cramped bed.
Zheng Feiluan loosened his grip, and the omega that he was holding in his arms had practically collapsed by that point. He then dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and half of his face hit the pillow, bouncing lightly. After that, he didn’t move at all. A thick puddle of white fluid spilled out on the sheets as it flowed out from between his arse and down to the roots of his legs.
Except for a few scattered grunts of pain, the omega had been silent the whole time.
He was too exhausted to even show any pain; his eyes were closed, his lips were slightly parted, and his tender white face displayed no emotion. Zheng Feiluan looked at him, and he couldn’t believe that this omega, who was smiling, scratched the tip of his nose, made him soup, and even convinced him to eat more using gentle words just an hour ago, now looks so grim and miserable.
On that fateful night in the Birdcage, he had thought about the little nightingale’s reluctance to have sex. He finally found a reason that made sense: the omega had indeed been molested.
By his own alpha.
Zheng Feiluan was enraged. He wanted to catch the bastard who manipulated his body, drag him to the corner, and beat him to a pulp. He would then stab his pheromone glands and cut them into pieces until that violent lunatic was dead.
Can’t you see?
He went to extreme lengths to prove that he cared for you. Are you blind or heartless? Why don’t you care? What made you want to hurt him? Was it simply because he’s an omega and you’re a fucking alpha?!
If you don’t love him, leave him to me and just drop off the face of the earth, then get a fucking life and stop hurting the ones that give you love you don’t even deserve.
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Zheng Feiluan’s chest felt like it was being twisted by a knife. He reached out to touch the omega’s cold, sweaty face, but this time, the invisible resistance was finally gone.
After regaining control of his body, he was able to meet the omega exactly as he had imagined.
Don’t be scared.
It’s me who touches you, not him. I’m not going to hurt you.
Zheng Feiluan carefully lifted the omega into his arms, hugging him in his body while he rubbed the back of his hand over and over, as he feared that the slightest movement would disturb his sleep. At first, the omega dozed off unknowingly. Within seconds of getting close to Zheng Feiluan, he could smell the spine-chilling scent of alpha pheromone. A sharp quiver ran down his spine, and he was on the verge of retracting his hand.
Zheng Feiluan quickly grabbed it and said, “Don’t be scared!”
The omega blinked his lashes and slowly opened his eyes, “Feiluan?”
It’s been over an hour since he’s had any water. His voice was too raspy for him to hear because he had been panting so hard in bed earlier. Zheng Feiluan saw a glass of cold water on the bedside and took it, putting it in his lips to warm it up before giving it to him slowly.
The omega swallowed hard and covered his mouth after a few coughs until he appeared a bit like his normal self.
After that, Zheng Feiluan poured more water into his mouth, lowered his head, and kissed those two thirsty lips, repeatedly wetting them with his tongue. The omega didn’t avert his gaze or return the kiss; his eyes were half-open and half-asleep, and there were drops of water swirling around in the corners of his eyes, forming a shallow pool of tears.
They are not even close to talking about forgiveness, so why bother trying to provide any kind of warm comfort?
Zheng Feiluan could tell what the omega was thinking.
He wanted to offer an explanation, but he knew he couldn’t undo what “he” did; the harm was already done. Even now, “he” is still present in his body, so how could he defend himself by claiming that he was simply “compelled?”1To force or drive someone to do something
Zheng Feiluan had to calm his racing heart, wrap the blanket around the omega’s body, and bury him in his hot chest to keep him warm. His alpha pheromones, which were completely different from before, flowed out, adoring and sincere, like a burning sandalwood incense that wafted into the secluded room, instantly calming the omega’s traumatized mind.
With weak, slow breaths, the omega relaxed and nestled on Zheng Feiluan’s chest. After a long time of stifled sobs, he finally managed to speak, and he said his first words, “Feiluan, you can’t always be like this…”
After a brief pause, he added, “If it’s always like this, I really don’t know… if I should forgive you…”
Suddenly, Zheng Feiluan felt his heart contract, and it seemed as though someone was squeezing the part where his organ was beating. It was suffocating and cramped, and he couldn’t pump any blood for a long time.
Baby, why are you still hesitating?
It doesn’t matter how you feel about the owner of this body; you shouldn’t forgive him again just because he puts on a sorry face after satisfying his abusive desires.
You shouldn’t even expect anything good from him because he really is…
A dog.
A cunning, vicious dog.
Never in his life had Zheng Feiluan insulted a complete stranger. However, in that exact moment, he secretly believed that the other him was a dog—an aggressive dog that, when in a rut, would not recognize its own kind, would open its jaws and snap, and would resort to violence to get its prey to submit. Once its sexual urges have been satiated, it acts like a good guard dog, wags its tail excitedly, licks and rubs its companion, and slyly begs for forgiveness before returning to its old habits in the future.
The omega will be subject to constant abuse from the former2Other Feiluan if he refuses to end the relationship out of concern for breaking the latter’s3Conscious Feiluan heart.
No.
Don’t be soft-hearted.
He is the one who carried out the assault, and he should pay the consequences, not you, who is innocent.
You should be with me.
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Translated and edited by janemoyu (12/17/23)
