SDT 32

Chapter 32: The Gambling 

The blackmailer could be considered a very good police officer. 

Lu Kongyun could sense his sense of justice, dedication, and loyalty, yet he was also a blackmailer and a gambler. 

This was originally a contradiction, but now it seemed to make sense. 

Police blackmailer Yu Xiaowen, admired by everyone as a police officer and equally adept and capable as a blackmailer, suffered from a physical disability, requiring him to consult and communicate with others through the excuse, “I have a friend.” 

A highly skilled police officer, numerous awards and a master of solving numerous major cases, yet his physical disability placed him at the bottom of the “ecological hierarchy.” Unwilling to accept this, he chose to drag a top Alpha into the fray when the opportunity presented itself. 

If it weren’t for the blackmailer’s appearance, sending Lu Kongyun into unprecedented turmoil, he would have always been able to control his regular susceptibility periods, never wearing a wristband, and always able to say things like, “Your pheromones can’t affect me.” He would have strived to maintain perfect self-control, like a spiritual being transcending the ABO animal world. 

But now, he’d been driven to the point of exploding, a mess, his every hapless self on display before the other party. His dignity had been shattered, his defenses broken, and his blackmail had been remarkably effective. That was why the blackmailer had said, “There’s no point in playing this anymore,” because he’d already triumphed mentally. So, he could just end the blackmail relationship with ease, walk away, and never see me again? 

So, was that the reason he was blackmailing him? 

Was that the right answer? 

If he thought that way, everything made sense. Why would he choose him, of all the Lu family, to blackmail? Because there was no chance anyone else would be dragged into this mess. The top-tier lunatics in the Lu family were all in the water, even wetter than the blackmailer himself. 

Lu Kongyun was furious. But his anger wasn’t well-founded. Compared to the scheming blackmail he’d imagined against the Lu family, this prank was probably a minor one. 

Or perhaps, as a doctor, he understood the absurdity of pheromone levels and the objectification of Omegas through labeling, and logically felt a certain empathy for the blackmailer’s problem. 

If this is the truth, then this blackmail hasn’t fundamentally changed anything. From now on, Lu Kongyun will remain an unaffected, S-class Alpha, capable of controlling pheromones. Perhaps one day he’ll become a civilized partner with a mentally and physically compatible Omega, or perhaps he’ll remain celibate forever, entirely by choice. His life will return to normal, just as the blackmailer said. 

And so will the blackmailer. Even if he triumphs over me mentally this time, so what? Nothing will change. 

He will remain unmarkable and will react to any Alpha pheromone at will. 

Anything, anything… 

“Lu Kongyun… it hurts, it hurts. What are you touching?” 

Lu Kongyun saw the other man’s shoulders hunch slightly, his knees curled up, and he stared at him stiffly. 

…He let go of the other man’s leg. 

“Have you been really busy lately? You’ve lost weight again,” he said. 

“…” The blackmailer immediately touched his cheek, then touched the leg that Lu Kongyun had just palpated from bottom to top. 

“You’re such a jerk,” Lu Kongyun said, his tone unusually caustic. “You’re sorry for that meal, and for the crabs you devoured like sugarcane dregs.” 

Lu Kongyun was nearly losing control, overcome by his hidden rage. Touching his wrist, he remembered that the blackmailer was wearing his wristband. He should buy another one sometime. If he hadn’t given him his wristband, he wouldn’t have lost control and beaten Ding like he did that day. 

He unbuttoned his shirt, and tugged hard. 

The blackmailer remained silent. Then he said, “Well, it’s getting late. Don’t you have to get back to the training ground? Let’s get started.” 

Lu Kongyun didn’t intend to expose the blackmailer’s “I have a friend” story. But if he did, he wouldn’t be able to say the answer he had just deduced, the one he was most certain was correct. 

Since he couldn’t say the most reliable answer, there was no point in continuing a losing bet by saying something unreliable. 

He glanced at the dice spinning on his phone. 

He said, “I give up.” 

The blackmailer looked at him in surprise, then chuckled, “Why? You came all the way here, and you’re giving up?” 

As he spoke, he touched his thin cheek again and lowered his head slightly. The blackmailer asked why, but before he could answer, he suddenly stood up and jumped lightly. “Let’s go, I have some business back at the bureau.” 

He walked out of the pavilion and onto the still-wet stone path. Lu Kongyun sat for a while, but the blackmailer didn’t turn back. So he stood up and followed. 

The blackmailer walked quickly. After leaving the pond, figures gradually appeared ahead. Further ahead, the crowd grew. 

Lu Kongyun walked behind him, watching his back. If you looked at him closely, you’d see that the blackmailer was indeed very thin. He raised his arm, casually plucked a redberry flower, and held it to his face to inhale. His arm looked as fragile as the redberry. 

“Yu Xiaowen,” he called out to the other person. The figure stopped. 

It seemed that while Lu Kongyun had no correct options to confirm, he did have some he wanted to eliminate, like flies, the wrong ones he wanted to swat away. Furthermore, if he could confirm those wrong ones, it would confirm that his own hypothesis was likely correct. 

The other party turned around. The blackmailer grasped a petal between his fingers and held it to his nose, his eyes peeking out from the flower, a faint gleam of water. Lu Kongyun studied it for a moment, unsure if it was due to the dim light, so he stepped closer to get a closer look. The blackmailer looked at him, his eyes squinted slightly, a smile on his face. 

“Regret it?” 

Lu Kongyun: “…” 

…An inferior Omega, easily aroused by any Alpha pheromone. Although the blackmailer couldn’t be marked by anyone, there were probably many who, even without the goal of becoming his loyal, sealed partner, still wanted to take advantage of him. Like those Alphas who claimed to be “I can help you, I taste good,” hoping to take advantage of someone’s vulnerability. 

… 

Not far ahead on the path was the small square at the front of the park, where more people were gathered and the lights were on. 

“Regret it?” 

Yu Xiaowen stopped, turned around, and asked. The victim behind him didn’t answer, but stared at him from the shadows. 

Seeing the victim’s conflicted expression, Yu Xiaowen took a step toward him, lowered the hand holding the redberry flower, and sniffed: “What’s wrong? Want to give up, but still can’t give up?” 

He was being mischievous, deliberately stuffing the flower, which had been crushed and gave off a rich, watery scent that was different from the delicate floral fragrance, into the breast pocket of the victim’s combat uniform. He stained the surface of the pocket with redberry juice to annoy the mysophobic doctor. 

“You want to know the answer, but you’re afraid of losing the bet?” 

He threw three consecutive questions, but the victim remained silent, looking down at his mischievous fingers. 

After a while, he answered. 

“I’ve thought about some answers these days, but I’m not sure they are right.” The victim paused again. “But I feel I need to confirm that you’re not blackmailing me for those reasons.” 

Yu Xiaowen pondered his meaning for a moment.

“You’re saying you have a blackmail excuse you can’t accept.” 

“Yes,” the victim said. “You can understand it that way.” 

Yu Xiaowen: “What if ‘unacceptable’ is the correct answer?” 

Victim: “I’ll deal with you.” 

Yu Xiaowen: “…” 

Yu Xiaowen agreed: “No problem. Since I proposed this bet, of course I can accept all the consequences of you knowing the truth. So, you also have to accept the conditions of losing. Think about it, once this officially begins, you won’t be allowed to back out. The officer can’t let you just play around.” 

After about three or five seconds, the victim nodded. 

Yu Xiaowen crossed his arms, pretending to listen. 

His fingertips secretly clenched. 

“Is your blackmail related to my brother?” the victim asked. 

“…Fuck,” Yu Xiaowen cursed. He thought it would be constructive. 

He gasped, his eyes wide, and asked, “Of course it’s not! Why are you asking?” 

He had already answered this stupid question when the victim, believing he had been drugged, came to his house for a thorough interrogation. But the victim, believing Yu Xiaowen to have the determination of a spy, didn’t believe him. 

Yu Xiaowen, who had administered the truth serum to the doctor, had to conceal his impatience and even appear surprised. 

In his mind, he skillfully answered for the victim: “Because I called out Lu Qifeng’s name?” 

The victim, however, didn’t have the patience to explain himself a second time and didn’t respond. Instead, he scrutinized his face and asked, “With this bet, you’re telling the truth, right?” 

Yu Xiaowen replied, “Of course. And I’ve always been true to you. Alas!” 

His “alas” sounded regretful. The victim’s repeated question was a complete waste of opportunity. 

First round, lost. Punishment. 

With a sympathetic expression, he opened his phone and handed the dice to the victim. 

The victim clicked, and the dice spun, the screen zoomed, and then stopped. The top side revealed: a kiss. 

Yu Xiaowen glanced at it and patted the victim’s shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s something I always blackmail.” 

“Yeah,” the victim seemed to agree. With a familiar air, he leaned forward and kissed him. 

“Hey!” Yu Xiaowen immediately glanced toward the nearby small square. Startled, he shoved his shoulder. After a moment’s thought, he took the victim’s hand and quickly headed back toward a side road. Once they were clear of people, stretched their necks, and looked around, he dragged the victim along, hiding beneath a thick tree in the grass. 

He released his hand, his fingers tugging at the hem of his own clothes. Then he looked at him. 

The victim, in turn, gazed down at him quietly. So close, he could sense the subtle, perfectly balanced scent of pheromones. 

Yu Xiaowen watched his face. 

“Here, right here… uh.” 

The victim kissed him again. Yu Xiaowen reacted quickly, tilting his head and offering his cheek. 

The victim’s soft, cool lips touched his burning face, and he reached out to grasp the bark of the tree. He held on for a moment, but the victim didn’t rush to fulfill the bet. Instead, he rested on his cheek for a moment, then slowly moving along his jaw. He felt the lips part ever so slightly, rubbing against his skin, exhaling hot, moist breath. 

Yu Xiaowen was startled, letting out a faint, weak sound. He lifted his head to avoid him, his breath landing on the side of his neck, near the glands. 

His mind was reeling, and he grabbed the man’s arm, asking haltingly, “Lu, Lu Kongyun, you were acting in S House… and stole my first kiss.” 

He paused, then added, “Do you remember?” 

The man paused. 

“Why would I forget? It’s not easy to forget something like this,” the victim said. “I won’t forget.” 

Yu Xiaowen asked, “Was it comfortable? Did you feel anything?” 

The victim paused. 

“I was in rut.” His jaw moved, and his lips parted again, his tongue brushing beneath the tips of his canines. His voice was a little hoarse, “What do you think?” ” 

…” Yu Xiaowen irrationally pressed his lips against his. 

The victim’s hot breath paused, but he didn’t pull away. The four lips paused like this for a moment, and Yu Xiaowen tentatively touched his tongue to his. It wasn’t tightly closed, and it slipped in without warning. The victim still offered no resistance or refusal. Yu Xiaowen raised his eyes to observe the other’s expression, only to find him observing calmly. 

A sudden awkwardness descended, and the thought of leaving flitted into his mind. The other moved, taking the tip of his tongue in. 

… Yu Xiaowen suddenly felt inflated, his head filled with air. Perhaps it was the imminent presence of death brought on by today’s funeral, a fear that fueled his courage. Asking was merely politeness; feeling it was better, but not feeling it was nothing. He didn’t care. After all, it was just a kiss, and Yu Xiaowen was going to die! He took the initiative, licking his tongue, but he still didn’t push him away. He tried to interact and tease him, and he became entangled in him, letting him toss him around without resistance.

Gradually, he leaned against the tree, tilting his head back and kissing him recklessly. His body felt light, but it also seemed to be beginning to feel pressure. 

He supported himself with both hands on the tree behind him and began to feel labored breathing, so he could stop. He shrank his neck back, and the victim stretched out his arms to hold his waist, lifted him up, and pressed him against the tree. 

The redberry flower must have been crushed even more, and the juice seeped out, even staining Yu Xiaowen’s clothes, and the evil force was fed back to him. 

Until he clearly pushed the other’s shoulders apart, gasping for breath, and ended the kiss. 

“Is this the answer that needs to be confirmed?” Yu Xiaowen asked after a while, after regaining the dignity of the victor. 

“And,” said the victim, “you chose me as the target, is it because you think I am the easiest and most useless person in the Lu family to control.” 

Yu Xiaowen shook his head and handed the dice to the other party again. 

Simple evaluation: “Fool.” 

“The tasks of this dice are progressive, so be prepared. Doctor Lu.”