Chapter 73 – Parallel Extra 12: Mark Upon Mark (Conclusion)

A myriad of emotions flooded Ye Zhou’s heart as he recalled the various experiences they had shared over the past few days. Their initial encounter at the convenience store, meeting again at the company entrance where Guan Heng had lost composure and grabbed his wrist, inviting him to stay at the hotel under the guise of work, and that night after getting drunk…he suddenly understood the origin of Guan Heng’s deep affection.

It turned out he had known all along that it was Ye Zhou.

But Ye Zhou had long forgotten about something that happened so long ago; he couldn’t even recall what Guan Heng looked like back then. “How could you be sure it was me?”

“I remembered the scent of your pheromones.”

That year, Ye Zhou was only twelve years old. Having recently differentiated, he hadn’t mastered the art of controlling his pheromones well. He had merely saved someone by chance and hadn’t given it much thought, never expecting someone would remember the scent of his pheromones for so long…just imagining the difficulty of it was enough to grasp how challenging it must have been.

Ye Zhou already harbored a favorable impression of Guan Heng, and upon learning the truth, he couldn’t help but be moved. Even knowing he had been manipulated, he couldn’t bring himself to dislike Guan Heng. But there was one matter he still cared about: “That night when I was drunk…we…”

Since the topic had been broached, Guan Heng had no reason to hide anything anymore: “We didn’t do anything.”

Ye Zhou was taken aback, believing all this time that he had slept with Guan Heng.

Guan Heng confessed candidly, “I did it on purpose. To obtain you, I would do whatever it takes.”

Guan Heng had never been a mild-mannered individual. He was incredibly intelligent, calculating, and possessed remarkable patience and perseverance. Whatever he desired, he would acquire. It seemed that everything Fang Ji had said was true.

Ye Zhou was perplexed. “If you knew it was me when we first met, why didn’t you tell me sooner…”

Guan Heng had always been clear about what he wanted and knew precisely when to employ various tactics: “If I told you sooner, would you have fallen in love with me?”

Ye Zhou was taken aback, speechless.

“I didn’t want to repay a debt of gratitude; I wanted you to love me.” Amidst their brief conversation, Ye Zhou’s body had gradually relaxed. Guan Heng suddenly moved forward, penetrating deeper and eliciting a muffled groan from Ye Zhou.

“Mmm—” It wasn’t just pain; the sensation of their lower bodies joining became increasingly distinct, the subtle friction accompanied by a peculiar tingling sensation. Ye Zhou felt an unbearable itch he couldn’t scratch, unaware that the more he struggled, the tighter his lower regions clamped down. He writhed and squirmed uncontrollably: “But you…you repay kindness with ingratitude…”

In this inappropriate moment, he even thought about how Guan Heng hadn’t worn a condom!

The words Ye Zhou spoke sounded harsh, but his tone was soft, turning his complaint into a form of coquettishness.

Guan Heng keenly sensed that Ye Zhou’s attitude had softened, and he had become even more sensitive internally, sucking and biting as if urging him to delve deeper. During the marking, he had injected a substantial amount of pheromones, so it was expected that Ye Zhou would crave and seek him out. He nudged Ye Zhou’s thighs apart once more, forcing them to spread wide. His sturdy and thick penis tormented Ye Zhou like an interrogation, slowly thrusting in and out at a medium depth, not touching any other part of his body, merely withdrawing and plunging at a leisurely pace.

Being played with and violated in such a manner, Ye Zhou should have felt resentment and humiliation, but instead, he experienced pleasure, which only intensified. His buttocks were soaked, the lubricant squeezed out in a sticky and erotic sound, continuously pushed in and flowing out. The rear passage swallowed and clung to the intruding object with each thrust, as if synchronizing with the rhythm, contracting ceaselessly. Ye Zhou’s feelings were contradictory and confusing, but his body’s response was honest. His skin was flushed with sexual arousal, and his eyes held a hazy expression. “Mmm, you…”

Guan Heng toyed with him unhurriedly, even managing to maintain a calm demeanor while answering his words: “I haven’t repaid kindness with ingratitude; I’ve clearly been cherishing and loving you…”

Ye Zhou was visibly taken aback, finding it hard to imagine Guan Heng would utter such tender and passionate words.

But Guan Heng wasn’t finished. With a serious, abstemious expression, he spoke lewdly and explicitly: “Zhouzhou, do you like this? Do you want me to penetrate you deeper?”

“Mmm…” Ye Zhou shivered at the pet name Guan Heng used, yet he seemed oddly susceptible to it. Internally, he was slowly being stretched open, and the areas being rubbed became numb with pleasure. Guan Heng deliberately targeted the spot that drove him crazy, forcing him to cry out: “Stop…”

Ye Zhou appeared to be refusing, but his body’s reaction told a different story, clamping down tightly and inadvertently swallowing Guan Heng deeper.

Guan Heng suddenly thrust into him forcefully a few times. “Do you want it?”

Ye Zhou whimpered again, stubbornly refusing to answer, but the grip on Guan Heng’s arm spoke volumes.

Guan Heng had been holding back, but his patience had worn thin. After looping Ye Zhou’s arms around his neck, he suddenly plunged all the way in.

“Haa, no—” Ye Zhou cried out involuntarily, but the person above him seemed to have lost his famed self-control, thrusting fiercely and wildly.

Guan Heng clasped Ye Zhou’s waist and pulled him closer, the prolonged expansion and lubricant finally taking effect. Penetration became smoother. He thrust deeply, each time with full force, completely entering and exiting. The soft, comfortable bed swayed like a rocking crib, and Ye Zhou, like a small boat sailing alone in turbulent seas, was battered by fierce waves.

The initial pain had long passed, replaced by an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Ye Zhou’s penis, which had softened from pain, had now hardened again, being rubbed between their bodies. Wanting to touch himself, he reached down, but his hand had barely slipped off Guan Heng’s shoulder when it was immediately brushed aside.

Guan Heng pressed against Ye Zhou’s body, their forms so closely intertwined that there was no gap between them. He wouldn’t let Ye Zhou touch himself, encouraging him to learn how to derive pleasure by wriggling his hips.

Unable to touch his own organ, Ye Zhou could only grind against Guan Heng’s abs forcefully. After finding relief in this manner, he began to sway his hips in sync with Guan Heng’s thrusts. Each time they joined and separated, the thick and full glans changed angles, rubbing against his sensitive spots. As if losing control of his body, he trembled in the intense motion, and then, unable to resist but unable to stop, he left scratch marks on Guan Heng’s back with his fingernails.

“Ah…mm…” Ye Zhou was entirely aroused, unconsciously releasing pheromones in an attempt to merge with another person.

At this moment, Guan Heng kissed him. The gentleness of the kiss contrasted sharply with the intensity of his thrusts below. With absolute dominance, he gripped Ye Zhou’s nape, rubbing the Alpha gland until it turned red and heated, simultaneously releasing a large quantity of pheromones to envelop Ye Zhou.

Their pheromones began to blend and intertwine, merging so intimately that there was no distinction between them.

Guan Heng then turned his head, forcing Ye Zhou to tilt his head sideways, and suddenly bit into his gland. This time, he bit deeply and forcefully, as if determined to mark Ye Zhou thoroughly, biting down without letting go while simultaneously thrusting into him.

Ye Zhou let out a deep groan, shuddering as if on the brink of death, but it was at this moment that he climaxed, his urethral opening pulsating and expelling semen, making their abdomens sticky and messy.

After finishing the marking, Guan Heng extended his tongue to gently lick the bleeding spot. “Honey, did I make you feel so good?”

Ye Zhou was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he could hardly speak, his entire body trembling, but upon hearing the term of endearment, he couldn’t help but shudder, his penis twitching and releasing another small spurt of semen.

Then, as if it would never end, Guan Heng kept calling him honey nonstop.

Ye Zhou had climaxed, but Guan Heng wasn’t satisfied yet. Maintaining the same position, he continued to thrust and collide into him, forcing Ye Zhou, still basking in the aftermath of his orgasm, to utter humiliating words before he finally achieved satisfaction and released himself inside him.

By the time the first round ended, an hour had passed, significantly longer than Ye Zhou could endure. Most infuriatingly, Guan Heng still appeared composed and in control.

Initially, Ye Zhou wasn’t entirely willing, but he had experienced intense pleasure, far beyond his expectations. Since they had already engaged in intimacy, saying he didn’t want it at this point would be too pretentious. Moreover, with Guan Heng’s mark on his body, it wasn’t a matter that could be resolved simply by wanting or not wanting it.

During the second round, Ye Zhou refused to be outdone, straddling Guan Heng.

Even if an Alpha lost face, they couldn’t lose their dignity.

Guan Heng was highly satisfied with this position, his hands resting on Ye Zhou’s waist. As Ye Zhou vigorously shook his hips, Guan Heng grasped the firm buttocks and kneaded them. Ye Zhou had originally intended to make Guan Heng beg for mercy, but in the end, he was the one crying out, pleading for it to stop.

For the third round, Ye Zhou knelt on the bed, and Guan Heng entered him from behind.

Guan Heng had let Ye Zhou have his way for a while, but this time, he firmly gripped his waist and thrust in forcefully. Ye Zhou couldn’t remember how many times he had climaxed; his knees were almost buckling. Falling forward, Guan Heng took the opportunity to press against him, sinking his teeth into his nape once more…

During the fourth round, Guan Heng discovered that Ye Zhou climaxed too quickly, so he retrieved a handkerchief from the breast pocket of Ye Zhou’s coat and tied it around his lower body…

That night, Guan Heng carried Ye Zhou and made love in every corner of the room.

As dawn broke, Ye Zhou fell into a deep sleep on the bed. Guan Heng, who hadn’t slept all night, was more energetic than usual. His secretary had been updating him on progress throughout the night, and now, he finally had the chance to review them.

Guan Heng left the hotel early in the morning to provide a statement at the police station and handle follow-up matters.

Indeed, drugs were detected in the white wine, and evidence of collusion between Secretary Lin and President Chen was uncovered, along with numerous illicit activities of Lisheng Trade. Although the evidence was indisputable, and it was clear that Guan Zhao was involved, there was no way to prove that Guan Zhao had orchestrated everything.

The Alpha secretary, who had been busy all night, couldn’t help but lament, “What a pity, we still couldn’t…”

Guan Heng responded, “There’s nothing to regret. I never intended to kill him.”

The Alpha secretary was astonished. He knew that Guan Zhao had almost killed Guan Heng decades ago and assumed Guan Heng would retaliate using the same method against Guan Zhao or eliminate him outright, as it was the most direct and efficient approach.

Guan Heng simply stated, “If I acted the same way he did, wouldn’t I be no different from him?”

Thus, Guan Heng had always planned to slowly dismantle Guan Zhao’s power base, gradually wresting control from him, making Guan Zhao live in constant fear whenever they met, and allowing him to witness Guan Heng’s success firsthand. There was no better revenge than keeping someone underfoot forever, unable to rise again.

Therefore, every effort Guan Zhao exerted to counter Guan Heng was essentially self-destructive. Their father wasn’t an ordinary man and must have observed the performances of his two sons.

The Alpha secretary knew he had chosen the right person to serve. Recalling something, he hesitated and said, “There’s one more thing…the chairman already knows.”

The incident had already escalated, so his father must have learned about Ye Zhou, not just official business.

Guan Heng was unperturbed, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time. “That’s perfect. Let’s introduce him properly.”

The Alpha secretary could discern the meaning behind Guan Heng’s words and was utterly astonished. Guan Heng had never had anyone by his side, and he hadn’t expected that during this business trip, he would suddenly have a partner. Still, he had Ye Heng’s best interests at heart: “But…”

Guan Heng looked at him.

Initially, the Alpha secretary intended to advise Guan Heng to be more rational and not rush into marriage, but then he reconsidered. No one was more rational than their boss. He then thought about the mismatch in backgrounds, but he knew Guan Heng wouldn’t be bothered by that and had the ability to resolve such issues. He then remembered that Ye Zhou was an Alpha but suddenly recalled that their boss was an Enigma, capable of impregnating an Alpha. Oh, in that case, there was no problem.

The Alpha secretary swiftly changed his tune: “I wish you and your partner a happy and harmonious life together.”

Guan Heng smiled faintly, accepting the blessing.

Guan Heng returned to the hotel at noon. Ye Zhou was still asleep, and the room still lingered with the scent of pheromones that hadn’t fully dissipated. Sitting by the bedside, he gently stroked Ye Zhou’s face with his fingers. Sensing the tickle, Ye Zhou shifted slightly, exposing the bite mark on the back of his neck.

Some bites were deep, leaving indelible tooth marks, while others were lighter, resembling love bites—all the work of Guan Heng.

Alphas couldn’t be completely marked, so this was the only way for Guan Heng to affirm that Ye Zhou belonged to him. From now on, he would bite him every day, ensuring the mark remained eternally on Ye Zhou’s nape.

Until old age, until their hair turned white, until death took them both away together.

Parallel Extras Complete