最佳契合 (Perfect Match) – 十九瑶
Chapter 22
He leaned forward and pulled the omega, dragging him to the middle of the king-sized bed and pushing against his strong chest.
Like magnets being attracted to each other, the two of them held hands; their fingers were intertwined, with their roots entangled, both feeling a soft and warm touch. He held them, and he held them tighter, making his palms sweat so heavily as if they were covered in glue.
Zheng Feiluan looked at him closely and asked, “Have you ever entertained another guest?”
The omega cringed.
“Never?”
“…Mm-hmm.”
“Why? You’re so beautiful. Shouldn’t people be falling over themselves to spoil you?”
The omega’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and his expression showed confusion about whether the question was asked in genuine curiosity or as a malicious mockery. He averted his face in embarrassment for a while before mumbling, “I… I’m not attractive, no one likes me.”
“Nonsense.” Zheng Feiluan laughed, “Which part of you are you referring to?”
“All, all of me… Mmph!”
The second half of the line “all of me” was blocked by a kiss. Zheng Feiluan embraced the man tightly in his arms and kissed his cheeks, forehead, and the top of his hair. He made his best effort to touch every inch of the omega’s body, as if he were trying to merge himself with it.
He inhaled the sweet scent, letting it reach its way to his fingertips.
Zheng Feiluan huffed, gave the omega a peck on his lips, and said, “Baby, you’re beautiful. All of you are attractive to me, truly.”
Lust was approaching fast, and he was sweating profusely like he was burning in a frying pan, so he dropped his robe and lowered himself, pressing his aggressive cock between the omega’s legs, allowing the soft skin of its thighs to wrap around and rub against the shaft. The umbrella-shaped tip flared bright red against the taint1Slang for “Perineum”, refers to the area between the anus and the scrotum or vulva. all the way down to the hot, slick entrance.
“Ahh!”
Attempting to enter, the omega’s muscles suddenly stiffened, and he struggled to hold his back. A muffled grunt of pain escaped from his throat, but he did his best to swallow it down.
Zheng Feiluan’s heart flinched, immediately stopping his movements, “Does it hurt?”
The omega looked at him anxiously, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. Zheng Feiluan reached out and touched his face, saying, “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
The omega, however, blinked twice as slowly as if he didn’t grasp the words, and it took a moment before he stammered to confirm with him, “Can… Can I do that?”
“Of course.”
Zheng Feiluan laughed hopelessly and frowned afterwards.
Who in the world taught you to walk on thin ice like this, that you had to ask for permission before expressing your feelings, and afraid to speak up? And who shattered your self-esteem when you should’ve been pleased with your stunning looks?
What exactly did you go through before you met me, and who hurt you?
Zheng Feiluan was curious, but right now the omega was squeezing his manhood and twitching in pain—not exactly the perfect time to ask. He then placed his hand on the side of the omega, and the other explored into the two overlapping skins in the lower abdomen, touching the half-erect and half-swinging flesh and gently stroked it up.
“S-sir… Not there…”
Perhaps having never been touched before, the omega looked terrified and made high-pitched noises.
Zheng Feiluan, of course, refused to let go of him and rubbed the hard wood with his rough fingers and palm, his fingertips occasionally grazing over its tip, picking up droplets of milky fluid. The omega blushed to his ears, started taking short, loud, sloppy breaths, and reached impatiently for the sheets, holding on tightly for a second then loosening up the next, his eyes becoming soaked with tiny tears.
“Is that better?” Zheng Feiluan asked him.
The omega was too shy to speak.
Zheng Feiluan then whispered in his ear and asked, “Baby, what’s your name?”
The omega shuddered in response, the word “An” barely audible between the shivering lips. Shortly after, Zheng Feiluan called him tenderly, “An-An.”
“Mm-hmm…”
The omega uncontrollably clenched his hole and squeezed around Zheng Feiluan tighter.
After lots of screaming and moaning, Zheng Feiluan suddenly felt something hot and slippery pour over his lower body. He took the chance to push deeper, and a large part of it went in without a hitch.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Was it me saying your nickname a few times got you this wet?”
The omega whimpered softly and timidly reached up to cover the man’s mouth, and gasped as the alpha kissed and licked his fingertips.
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At three in the morning, intense alpha pheromones surged out of the open ceiling-to-floor windows and filled the balcony in a circular pattern, wrapping the entire clubhouse in a tidal wave of power with a tinge of hostility, warning that there is an intimate sexual affair taking place there, which must not be interrupted under any circumstances.
Contrary to the pheromone’s hostility, its owner was surprisingly gentle, and the process of thrusting into the omega nearly drained his restraint for the rest of his life.
Concerned that the omega might be in pain, he gently caressed his entire body. But the other is oversensitive; he sobbed more than he moaned, his lips and waist trembled, the two legs wrapped around him shook, the pale, supple buttocks clenched to every thrust, squeezing his cock repeatedly, causing his desire to go higher and his composure almost gone.
The omega was sweating heavily; his curly black hair was now soaking wet, the ends of his hair forming a clump of cat claw-like hooks that, one by one, ensnared Zheng Feiluan’s heart.
Zheng Feiluan lowered his head in astonishment, pursed his lips, and tucked the curly hair behind the ear.
Still a little bit short for that.
With his heart pounding, his crotch twitched as he grabbed the omega’s sweaty ass, and he shoved the remaining half of his cock all the way in. This reached a sensitive spot, and the omega was instantly driven to climax; he let out an embarrassing scream and then reached onto Zheng Feiluan’s shoulders, lifted his waist, and pressed his genitals against Zheng Feiluan’s belly.
The omega flopped backwards onto the bed after cumming, struggling for air and looking ashamed as he did so.
His body fluids didn’t have a fishy odor and had a pleasant floral scent.
While waiting for him to catch his breath, Zheng Feiluan held back a chuckle and said, “You came again; when are you going to get better?” before continuing his slow thrust.
“Hngh…”
The omega quickly covered his flushed face with a pillow.
A few seconds later, the squelching sounds of ass-pounding can be heard one after another. The pillow slipped to one side with the rapid rocking of his body, revealing a face lost in pleasure.
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The sun came up, and the morning breeze rushed in through the open window, blowing away the fragrance of Lily of the Valley from the room.
Leaning against the bed, Zheng Feiluan wrapped an arm around the omega’s slim shoulders. The person in his chest was sleeping lightly, his naked body covered by his robe, revealing only a pair of fair and slender legs. He reached out and stroked the omega’s curly hair behind his neck, from which he could feel fresh canine marks from his first ejaculation the previous night.
For no apparent reason, Zheng Feiluan decided to turn a one-night stand into a wedding night, not only marking this strange omega but also filling his womb with cum.
So… he might get pregnant.
Thinking of this possibility, Zheng Feiluan felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and unconsciously raised his eyebrows and smiled. Without moving, he lifted his robe slightly and looked at the omega’s flat belly.
In a few months, this part will start to swell and eventually give birth to a cute, curly-haired baby for him.
Maybe two, or three more…
Zheng Feiluan was so inspired by the beautiful setting that he wished he could wrap this lovely little nightingale in a blanket and take it home to be cared for properly for the rest of his life.
He kissed the omega on the forehead and said, “Baby, don’t pick up any more clients at the Birdcage. Come home with me and stay with only me, okay? I have a hilltop mansion with nine rooms and a downtown condo with five rooms, and they’ll all be yours from now on, if you want them. I’ll hire the best chef to prepare your meals and the best tailor to make your clothes. You’ll live there quietly; you can keep cats or dogs if you like; you won’t have to worry about anything; and you can come to me to be spoiled and let me hold you whenever you’re free. What do you think?”
The omega was stunned, his body stiffened, as if a spell were cast on him.
When he didn’t answer the first time, Zheng Feiluan asked again in a soft voice, “Come home with me, hmm?”
At that exact moment, the omega looked up at him, his dark eyes radiant and holding a thin film of tears, but not enough to overflow and fall.
“You want… to take me home?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“But, but now it’s…”
The omega took a quick glance at the balcony and suddenly flinched back, hiding under the shadows of his cashmere robe, as if his eyes had been burned by the hazy sunlight.
Feeling uneasy, Zheng Feiluan eagerly asked, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
The omega tightly covered his eyes, blocking the harsh sunlight from the window. He snuggled and said in a sad voice, “I, I want to go home with you. I’ve always wanted to go home with you, but… Feiluan, look outside, it’s too late, it’s already too late; the sun is about to rise…”
It’s about to rise?
Zheng Feiluan couldn’t understand a word and got anxious, so he snatched the omega’s hand and pulled it away from his face, forcing him to talk face to face, and quickly asked, “It’s about to rise, so what?”
The omega stared at him for a long time, tears finally dripping down his face.
He answered, “It’s rising, so you’re going to wake up.”
The morning breeze wrapped the tearful voice and carried it far away, distorted like a scene from a dream.
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Zheng Feiluan’s eyes snapped wide open.
The balcony was empty, and the pearl-white curtains were still swaying high and low on the left side, just as they had been before going to bed. There wasn’t a trace of sweet floral fragrance in the room, only a cold and faint residual scent after the candles burned out.
The weight that had settled on his chest was gone, and he subconsciously gathered his robe, but wrapped his arms around it.
It was a dream.
In the dream, he had a visit from a perfect little nightingale that landed on his shoulder, stayed there for a while, and then drifted away like a cloud when the sun came up. The harsh reality check triggered a profound sense of loss, pushing him deeper into despair.
At that particular moment, a long-forgotten scene emerged from the depths of his mind:
The little nightingale, wrapped in a thin blanket, slumped down on the edge of the bed, turning his head back and looking at him in fear. The blanket embraced his pale body, covered with bruises, half-dried blood at his ankles, and an already bulging belly.
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Translated and edited by janemoyu (10/30/23)
