Song Yan’s blood pressure spiked when he heard Bai Yucheng’s words. With Bai Yucheng hiding under the covers, Song Yan cleared his throat and gently rubbed the person inside through the blanket.
“Are you still feeling uncomfortable?” he asked stiffly, as he had never coaxed anyone before.
After a moment, Bai Yucheng mumbled, “I’m hungry…”
“Wait a moment.” Song Yan grabbed his phone and ordered some food. Seeing Bai Yucheng still hiding, he felt awkward.
After that night, both of them felt a bit strange.
When they returned to work, Bai Yucheng acted like he did when he first arrived—distant towards everyone, including Song Yan. Lu Qi was the first to notice something was off. She quietly asked, “Boss Yan, what’s wrong with you this week? You seem distracted.”
“It’s nothing. There’s an issue with this week’s report,” Song Yan handed her the document. “Take another look at this store.”
She took it, examined it closely, and frowned. “I’ll fix it right away.”
“Give it to Assistant Bai when you’re done.”
“Alright.”
After giving instructions, Song Yan continued reviewing reports with a stern expression. Lu Qi hadn’t left yet, and she quietly asked again, “Really, what’s going on with you lately? You’re not usually like this.”
“Like what?” Song Yan looked up at her.
“Are you in love?” Lu Qi smiled at him. “Did you get rejected?”
Song Yan’s eyebrows twitched slightly, his gaze flickering for a moment before regaining composure. “It’s work hours.”
“Okay, okay.” Lu Qi quickly left the office.
Bai Yucheng was printing the schedule by the door, looking lost in thought. She had an idea and approached him gently. “Assistant Bai.”
“Huh?” He was visibly startled.
Lu Qi blinked. “What are you daydreaming about?”
“Oh, it’s just… I haven’t been feeling well lately,” Bai Yucheng smiled awkwardly.
“If you’re really unwell, you should go home.”
“It’s fine. I’ll be done after confirming the upcoming schedule.”
Lu Qi’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the faint bite mark on Bai Yucheng’s nape. “Assistant Bai, remember to take your medicine.”
Hearing this, Bai Yucheng’s face changed slightly, but he knew Lu Qi meant no harm, so he nodded stiffly. Lu Qi was Song Yan’s childhood friend and had been with him since the company’s founding. It was only a matter of time before she found out.
“Boss Yan, here’s next week’s schedule.”
As Bai Yucheng entered, Song Yan’s expression remained unchanged. He took the documents and began reviewing them carefully. His gaze flickered to Bai Yucheng’s hands—fair and slender. That night, those hands had gripped his arms tightly, leaving faint marks.
His voice, his adorable expressions.
And his refreshing pheromones.
But now, because of the suppressants, everything was gone.
“It’s fine,” Song Yan nodded. “Thank you for your hard work.”
“I’ll be leaving then.”
Bai Yucheng felt uncomfortable. He had been feeling unwell lately for unknown reasons. Even with suppressants, he still struggled at night. Having spent that night with Song Yan, he dared not visit his mother’s friend’s hospital.
“Wait.” Song Yan called out, his face impassive but his heart racing. “Um, after that…”
“I’m fine.”
It seemed Bai Yucheng didn’t want to discuss it. But Song Yan didn’t want to let him go like this, avoiding him. How would they make progress?
“Assistant Bai, come here.”
But Bai Yucheng’s face paled, and he stood rooted to the spot. His stubborn demeanor angered Song Yan. Didn’t he understand by now?
“Are you that afraid of me?”
“No.”
His eyes darted away as he took a step back.
“Then come here.” Song Yan stared at him, unconsciously using his gender advantage to dominate him.
Instantly, Bai Yucheng instinctively became frightened and retreated another step.
Song Yan stood up and rushed to him in a few strides, grabbing his wrist. “You still say you’re not afraid, huh?”
Lemon-scented pheromone filled the office—not sour, but a rich fragrance of leaves and fruit. However, to Bai Yucheng, this scent felt aggressive.
“Boss Yan, you…”
“Did you use suppressants today?”
Bai Yucheng nodded as he struggled, not daring to look at Song Yan.
But Song Yan didn’t let go. He pulled Bai Yucheng into his arms and said, “Bai Yucheng, I want to take responsibility for you. I really like you.”
However, Bai Yucheng didn’t hear clearly. Song Yan’s released pheromones had already begun to affect him—his body heated up, and his mind became foggy.
Unconsciously recalling that night’s indulgence, Bai Yucheng’s legs weakened. Being so close to Song Yan, the pheromones grew stronger. Before he realized it, he eagerly pressed his lips to Song Yan’s.
Song Yan didn’t refuse, taking it as Bai Yucheng’s acceptance of his responsibility. He immediately entangled Bai Yucheng’s tongue, savoring his taste again.
It seemed Bai Yucheng ate fruit-flavored hard candy when stressed.
The soft, sweet sensation made Song Yan lose himself completely. His hand slipped under Bai Yucheng’s clothes, finally touching that smooth, delicate skin again. A strong desire surged through Song Yan.
“Mmm~ Ah… Mmph…!”
Due to his late differentiation, Bai Yucheng’s skin and pain receptors had become more sensitive. Song Yan’s forceful caresses caused both pain and pleasure.
Seeing Bai Yucheng’s furrowed brow and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, Song Yan lifted him onto his chair, reclining the backrest slightly. With Bai Yucheng kneeling on his lap, Song Yan realized he had some weight to him. He embraced him again, initiating another passionate, lingering kiss.
“Mmm~ Mmm… Mph.”
The intense sucking made Bai Yucheng’s thighs tremble. His beautiful hands once again grasped Song Yan’s clothes and hair tightly. Song Yan felt satisfied, his hand gripping Bai Yucheng’s thigh, kneading the inner side forcefully.
Both wore dress pants, which felt uncomfortable and confining. Their hot, hard areas had already dampened their trousers.
“Hah… Mmph.” Bai Yucheng reached for Song Yan’s belt first, unable to endure any longer.
Song Yan, pleased with this action, also moved to undo Bai Yucheng’s.
Pulling down Song Yan’s underwear, Bai Yucheng grasped the heavy member in his hand, softly moaning as he stroked it up and down. Song Yan reciprocated, teasing and caressing Bai Yucheng’s arousal.
“Mmm… Ah~ Hah!”
“Mm, very good,” Song Yan lightly licked Bai Yucheng’s chin, occasionally biting it.
Bai Yucheng felt like he was about to burn up, especially his tightly closed entrance. His deep reproductive cavity continuously secreted fluids, making his inner walls wet, slippery, and hot. His opening had begun to pulse open and closed.
“Song Yan… Song Yan… Don’t… anymore… I…”
Song Yan sensed the changes in Bai Yucheng’s entrance, feeling the warm, transparent fluids that had already trickled down to his thighs. He longed to savor Bai Yucheng’s passion a bit longer, to make up for the emptiness he’d felt these past few days.
“What do you mean, ‘don’t’?” Song Yan squeezed Bai Yucheng’s manhood firmly once more.
“Ah… don’t… I want… behind… behind…” Bai Yucheng tried to close his legs, but straddling Song Yan’s lap as he was, the movement only seemed more enticing.
“What about behind?” Song Yan knew full well, but he too was reaching his limit, his body drenched in sweat, his shirt clinging to him, hot and damp.
Bai Yucheng tilted his head back with a moan, leaning forward to embrace Song Yan and kiss his cheek. “Hurry… come in… mmh… come in…”
Their pheromones intertwined, tempting each other ceaselessly, stirring the air around them—churning their deepest desires, consuming both Bai Yucheng and Song Yan. They forgot they were still in the office.
“Mmh… ah… hah…” Bai Yucheng’s thin shirt could no longer conceal his erect nipples. He ached to press them against Song Yan’s chest. “Need…”
“You’re so demanding, wanting everything,” Song Yan smirked, one hand steadying Bai Yucheng’s waist, the other kneading his soft chest.
But this teasing touch was far from enough to satisfy Bai Yucheng’s desire. He collapsed entirely into Song Yan’s embrace, whispering in his ear, “Mmh… hurry, come in… please… want… you.”
Song Yan groaned, forcefully tearing open Bai Yucheng’s shirt. Buttons scattered across the floor as his long-neglected chest, finally exposed to fresh air, hardened like small pebbles.
Unable to resist such an alluring sight, Song Yan bit down hard, leaving teeth marks around Bai Yucheng’s areola.
“Ah! Mmh!” Bai Yucheng trembled violently. Despite the pain, he couldn’t help but offer his nipple to Song Yan’s mouth again. The mix of pain and pleasure tormented him exquisitely. He clung to Song Yan’s clothes, caressing his head, neck, and shoulders.
Soon, the office filled with wet, sucking sounds as Song Yan eagerly licked and suckled Bai Yucheng’s firm, adorable nipples, using his fingers to knead and press where his mouth couldn’t reach.
The hardness beneath grew hotter and firmer. Bai Yucheng clearly felt Song Yan nearing his limit, but he didn’t want either of them to climax just yet, especially not Song Yan. He longed for that hot, vigorous essence to remain inside him.
This desire startled even himself—he recalled the doctor explaining that during heat, the urge to conceive was an Omega’s instinct. How terrifying this instinct truly was!
Song Yan felt the same urgency. He reached down to explore Bai Yucheng’s wet entrance, finding it ready. Cupping Bai Yucheng’s round buttocks, he pressed his manhood against the opening, teasing it with a few strokes before positioning himself at the entrance.
“Mmh… ah…” Feeling Song Yan’s member, Bai Yucheng raised his hips slightly, took a deep breath, and relaxed his opening further.
The tip and entrance clung together, clear fluids flowing down Song Yan’s thick shaft, wetting the sensitive orbs below.
Without warning, Song Yan thrust in forcefully! He effortlessly plunged to the deepest part, directly striking Bai Yucheng’s most secret, aching spot.
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