最佳契合 (Perfect Match) – 十九瑶
Chapter 57
CONTENT ADVISORY
This chapter contains depictions and/or strong implications of rape. Reader discretion is advised.
Zheng Feiluan had a dream.
Hot, sloppy, and dirty beyond words.
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As soon as he arrived in Luotan Town, he started having dreams nearly every single night. During the first ten days, possibly because he still had hope in his heart, most of his dreams were beautiful.
In the dream, He An went back home with him. They lived in a brightly lit house with white walls and a grassy courtyard. If you looked up, you could see flowers of every color. At the far end of the shade, a glass greenhouse stood in the corner.
He An would sleep on his lap. As soon as he woke up, he would yawn lazily, pull an arm out of his sleeved pajamas, and wrap his neck in an embrace. The tip of his hair would brush his cheek softly, like a delicate feather.
The omega whispered seductively in his ear, making his neck hot and tingly. Then, two tiger teeth clenched into his skin.
“I bit you.” He An laughed.
Their Linglan has also grown up. The lovely doll, as innocent as a sunflower, is presumably four or five years old. Although she was born shy, she easily outsmarted the irrational alpha kid in kindergarten. She wasn’t scared of anything, and she only appeared shy when she was in her father’s arms.
Zheng Feiluan showered them with the best love and received the best in return.
In the dream, the kitchen smelled like rice, the living room was filled with children’s laughter, and late at night, two shadows appeared on the bedroom wall, illuminated by the bedside lamp.
When Zheng Feiluan woke up during those days, he would leave his room on the second floor and look out into the courtyard of the inn. He would see He An sweeping with his head down, along with the little Linglan. He felt pleased that happiness was close at hand.
There is still hope for the dream, even though it hasn’t come true yet.
However, the dream slowly changed.
He’s thirsty.
The reality is unfulfilling. Though He An seems very gentle, he’s like a copper pea—he can’t be boiled or cooked. He won’t forgive him, no matter what. He had no idea that the road in front of him would have so many twists and turns.
What should I do?
His pheromones are restless because his body has been lonely for too long. In the dream, the shallow kisses happen over and over, and they get boring as time goes by.
He felt like a traveler who lost his bags. At first, he could still see the scenery along the way, but then he became severely dehydrated, leaving his entire body with only one increasingly excruciating pain: thirst. He’s thirsty all the time, to the point where he loses his pride. He wants water, lakes, and maybe even a snowflake-sized raindrop. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it’s just an unsightly trail when he’s driven by desire.
That burning feeling in his throat made him toss and turn.
We can go even farther now that we’re this close, can’t we?
You want it too, baby. I know you do.
So, as He An was in the kitchen mixing ingredients for the dumplings that would be dinner, Zheng Feiluan embraced him from behind, reached into his pants, and caressed the tender, warm flesh with an almost indescribable amount of desire.
But…
He An disappeared without leaving any trace.
Despite Zheng Feiluan’s repeated calls, he stayed hidden, like a shadow in the scorching sun, never to be seen again.
Zheng Feiluan felt that his behavior was too reckless and irritated He An, so he decided to make love in bed instead, but no matter how romantic he made the atmosphere with candlelight, incense, roses, and champagne… the result was the same. Later in the dream, He An figured out the expression on his face. When their eyes met, as long as he showed a flicker of lust, the slender figure dissipated like a puff of smoke, leaving without a trace.
From that point on, Zheng Feiluan would stay up until the sun came up. He often woke up early in the morning, thirsty. It felt like he had been roasting on a stove all night because his tongue was so dry.
After leaning his head back and drinking three glasses of water in one breath, he sat on the edge of the bed, slid his fingers deep into his hair, and stretched his scalp very tightly.
He’s still thirsty.
Ridiculously thirsty.
He leaned against the railing and looked down. He An’s windows were dark, making it impossible for him to see anything. But Zheng Feiluan knew that the lifesaving water source was there. It was cool and sweet, making him want to commit another mistake—during the day, he was able to control himself, but after a dream at night, when his mind is at ease, his chained impulses are waiting for a chance to move, urging him to conquer He An.
The two rooms are only about a dozen meters apart. If his mate-seeking self manifests…
The consequences would drive him crazy.
The pheromone thirst continued all the way into February, when his dreams took a dark turn: he had finally caught He An, and he had raped him wherever he came across him.
As the sun rays streamed through the glass greenhouse, the flower stands bent in all directions, and dirt sprinkled across the floor. He cornered He An in the greenhouse, made him kneel, grabbed his waist from behind, and pounded violently in and out, but… it didn’t work at all.
Nothing seems to work.
He could never cum, no matter how long he tried to.
After biting through the omega’s nape, not one drop of pheromones could be found. The paradise that Zheng Feiluan had hoped for turned out to be nothing more than an illusion in the yellow sand. As his groin got bigger and hurt to the point of unimaginable pain, his eyes turned blood red from the agony that he faced. He almost passed out and hugged He An’s waist, begging for some lily of the valley scent.
I’m so close. Please, please give it to me.
But Zheng Feiluan’s dream was only an imagination at first. So where did the smell of lily of the valley come from?
Zheng Feiluan woke up every morning in terrible pain because he was about to have an orgasm but couldn’t. He was lying on the bed, clenching his teeth, and he couldn’t fall asleep. The veins in his neck bulged, and he could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. After about a quarter of an hour, the sheets were soaked in sweat, and his erect and hot penis eventually softened.
Moments after his mind calmed down, his wrist started hurting again.
He tied it by himself before turning in for the night. For safety reasons, he tied his dominant left wrist because he was afraid he would break free at night because of his mate-seeking disorder. It was still bloody from the struggle the night before, but the blood around the wound started to clot. After carefully pulling the tie from the flesh, he must clean up any bleeding, disinfect the area with iodine, and finally, wrap it with a dark ribbon—not too tight, otherwise, it will cause chafing. It hurts easily, so he shouldn’t tie it too loose, or he’ll unintentionally reveal the nasty wound in front of everyone.
That day, He An asked him if he had recovered from his mate-seeking disorder.
He lied.
The root cause of addiction can’t be treated and is best controlled through physical methods such as ropes, restraints, sleeping pills… The greater the struggle, the more needed it is.
There was no time for the wrist wounds to heal during the day, and fresh wounds were created during the night. The tight rope cut through the soft scabs, letting out a pool of bright red blood. In the past few months, every last bit of new skin has been peeled off.
Zheng Feiluan wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep going.
But he knew that he had to give up He An when he could no longer hold on.
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Once again, the dream took another course that night.
Zheng Feiluan had a terrible headache, and his blood was gushing and boiling under his hot skin like a tank of lit gasoline. The scene was unusual and unsettling, with various kinds of strange shadows that changed colors and flickered repeatedly. In this scene, he sees the once-bright Yuanjiang Villa transformed into the now-dark Olive Inn.
He was confused and didn’t know where he was, making him even more disoriented.
The only thing he could see clearly in the middle was a door.
The door he had been thinking about for months, even fantasizing about breaking in—there were creamy white blankets in the room, dolls sitting next to each other, baby clothes smelling of laundry detergent, and his omega and their child.
All these scenes had been a mystery before, but he knew them now.
He just couldn’t wait any longer, so he staggered across the courtyard. He put his elbow up and slammed the door open hard.
He An screamed in horror.
Even though his heart was breaking, Zheng Feiluan rushed ahead to cover He An’s mouth. With his knees pressed against the edge of the bed, he tried to calm the person underneath him, begging him to stop, “Please, don’t scream or cry… Baby, please don’t…”
It’s only in my dreams that I’m able to touch you.
“…Don’t take my dreams away.”
He pleaded desperately.
He An blinked his eyes slowly, as if he actually understood what he was saying, then stopped resisting and seemed to calm down. Zheng Feiluan was mesmerized by his beauty; he looked at him with infatuation, placed his trembling hands on his face, and then leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
Don’t run away, He An. Just stay here. Everything I owed you in the past will be twice compensated, and I’ll treat you well.
Don’t hide anymore.
Please.
In the middle of their passionate kiss, Zheng Feiluan froze.
He appeared to… smell the lily of the valley?
Faint, but very real, and just a few centimeters away. The scent is incredibly pure, just waiting for him to take control of the body and inject his possessive alpha pheromones.
He snarled and grabbed He An’s pajamas by the collar, pulling them off to show half of his fair shoulders and a part of his neck.
The rush of hot blood to his head overwhelmed his rationality, and his primal urge to mark took the lead. Zheng Feiluan was staring at the nape of He An’s neck with dilated pupils, his teeth itching, and a piercing look in his eyes.
Too many distorted images kept flashing in his mind.
A blizzard, a wrecked car, a clinic couch, a sedative needle, the directors’ scrutinizing stares, a sense of helplessness, suffering, and unavoidable self-destruction…
Come on, bite it!
As soon as he bites down on it, the pain will instantly go away, and his love and life will be returned to him without any problems.
At the very second that he bared his fangs, a gloomy presence snatched his collar and yanked him from the bed.
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Zheng Feiluan stumbled backwards, taking three or four steps at a time as his knees gave out and he lost his balance.
Without thinking, he reached out to grab something in the air, hoping to get some support. Before he could react, his back was slammed into the wall, and the numbing pain from the impact on his bones spread throughout his body.
A sudden flash of intense light blasted his eyes, causing the dream to crumble.
He touched his forehead, unable to tell the difference between reality and his dreams for a moment. He felt very dizzy, and the things going on around him were moving very quickly. It took a long time for his vision to clear up, but eventually he could make out the person standing in front of him.
It’s Dai Xiao.
He was wearing pajamas, but his upper body was naked, his muscles were tense from anger, and his large arms were covered in gear tattoos. He stood there, clenching his fists, staring at Zheng Feiluan with furious eyes, and frowning irritably, likely because his pheromones were being suppressed.
“What are you…”
What are you doing in my room?
Just as Zheng Feiluan was about to ask, he noticed something was off and quickly turned his focus from Dai Xiao’s shoulder to the nearby bed. His gut and organs began to crack, his blood pressure dropped, and everything became hazy in front of his eyes.
Dolls and baby clothes were tossed around on the cream bed, which he had only seen yesterday. Linglan hid in the corner, squeezing the small blanket tightly as tears streamed down her face while she tried to stay quiet. Cheng Xiu stood next to the bed and kneeled down to help the frail He An, who looked extremely distressed with a deathly pale face.
He An had passed out, tilted his head, and leaned in Cheng Xiu’s arms without realizing it. His arms were weak and dangled down, his fingers were slightly curled up, and he would twitch every once in a while
His neck was damp and shiny from sweating so much. He looked like he had been in a pool because his pajamas were really stuck to him. He looked utterly pale, and the only sign of injury was a small amount of blood dripping from his lip.
Zheng Feiluan’s head buzzed as he saw the small drop of blood, and he got confused.
He lowered his head slowly to look at his left hand. The rope was still around his wrist, but its torn short end was hanging down.
It was ripped.
The wound’s skin and flesh were exposed, and gushing blood trickled down his hand, painting his fingertips red.
The light was so bright it hurt people’s eyes and made them cry, and the surroundings were really loud. Through the noises, he could hear Cheng Xiu’s repeated sobs for He An’s name. And because he never got a response, his tone grew agitated. Everything sounded like somebody was screaming profanities at the savage alpha from afar.
“Run quickly and bring me the medicine in the cabinet! It’s in a white bottle with a green label!”
Cheng Xiu remembered something quickly, yelled, and pointed at the door.
The cabinet was literally inches away from Zheng Feiluan. Suddenly, he was snapped back to reality by an unseen force, and he felt an overwhelming urge to help with the medicine. He wanted to do anything for He An, even if he had no idea what caused him to faint.
“I’ll do it!”
Dai Xiao stopped him, pushed his chest, and shoved him out sternly, “Get away from him, as far away as possible.”
Thinking that they were scared of how violent he was, Zheng Feiluan promised them straight away, “I’ve regained consciousness. I won’t hurt him again, I swear. Please let me check on him.”
“Get out!” Dai Xiao snapped.
“Medicine! Where’s the medicine?!”
Seeing them both not miss an opportunity to confront each other at this very moment drove Cheng Xiu completely insane. Dai Xiao quickly turned around and apologized, then walked away from Zheng Feiluan, opened the cabinet door, found the bottle with the green label, and brought it over.
“Water! And water!”
When Cheng Xiu reached out his hand again, Dai Xiao quickly ran to pour water.
Only then did Zheng Feiluan see that He An’s cabinet had lots of medications—at least seven or eight bottles—in a variety of colors and sizes.
What happened to him?
Why does he need to take so many pills?
A chill ran down Zheng Feiluan’s spine as a flood of questions popped into his mind.
Cheng Xiu grabbed the medicine bottle and, with his hands shaking, poured out four or five pills. He was so rushed that he forgot to count them. He opened He An’s mouth and pushed all of them inside. He then poured him a half-cup of warm water, hoping that He An would still be able to swallow them.
But He An remained motionless, causing the warm water and blood to blend, creating a tinge of light red like watercolor that ran down the corners of his lips.
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Translated and edited by janemoyu (03/30/24)
