STIDM 27

The grass beneath them had been completely ruined, scraped into messy spirals. Broken blades tangled around Yan Lu’s fingers as he lay there, face flushed, taking every deep thrust.

Neither of them had fully stripped. Zhong Zong was still inside him, fucking hard before suddenly remembering they shouldn’t get their clothes dirty. He started to pull back, trying to lift Yan Lu up, but Yan Lu hooked an arm around his neck and dragged him down, pulling him into a sticky, lingering kiss.

Whatever concerns he had vanished in an instant. Zhong Zong bit at those soft lips and tongue, panting as he flooded Yan Lu’s body with more of his pheromones.

The point where they were joined was soaking wet. One of Yan Lu’s pant legs was still clinging to his thigh, bouncing with each deep thrust, about to fall off.

Zhong Zong’s thick cock drove in and out of his hole, sliding along walls slick with arousal. It had grown flushed and swollen from friction, coated in juices. Even Yan Lu’s nipples were hard, shamelessly poking through his shirt in tight, pointed outlines.

Unable to take it anymore, Yan Lu pushed up his shirt and revealed his toned, flat chest. His nipples were flushed and erect, tinged pink with need.

Yan Lu’s eyes were wet, his breath heavy with lust as he leaned close to Zhong Zong’s lips and whispered seductively,
“Come on. Lick them. Lick them.”

Maybe it was the way Yan Lu looked so slutty, but it pulled something primal out of Zhong Zong. He lifted Yan Lu’s hips, hooked his knees over his shoulders, and spread him open, fucking down into him from above.

His cock was dripping wet, plunging upward with every thrust, grinding against Yan Lu’s inner walls and leaving everything slick and soaked. Even the crack of his ass was drenched. There was just so much fluid.

His thoughts were a mess. His hole felt hot, feverish, tingling, completely numb and sensitive at the same time. Yan Lu let out a few shameless moans, only to hear faint echoes bouncing off the mountains around them. That startled him enough to shut his mouth.

Zhong Zong couldn’t hold back a laugh. He looked at the panicked expression on Yan Lu’s face, then gave a hard thrust, stuffing himself deeper into that slick crease.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop moaning?”

“Moan… your fucking head.”

“If you won’t use your mouth, then let your ass do the talking.”

He slammed in harder, picking up speed. The wet sounds at their connection grew louder, sticky and obscene. His hips crashed against Yan Lu’s ass, flattening the flesh and filling the air with loud, rhythmic smacks that were impossible to ignore.

Yan Lu gritted his teeth, desperate to bite Zhong Zong again. “You… ah, are you trying to put on a show for anyone nearby?”

Just imagining someone else seeing Yan Lu in this state, completely lost in lust, made Zhong Zong’s possessiveness flare up. His entire face darkened with jealousy.

He wrapped an arm around Yan Lu’s waist and lifted him up entirely. With his cock still buried inside, he supported Yan Lu’s ass and kept fucking into him, taking a few steps forward while keeping him in that obscene position.

His cock jostled and pressed hard inside the tight hole. Yan Lu tried to clench down, his whole body tensing, but it was no use. He was still being fucked deep, so deep his eyes turned red from the overwhelming sensation.

“F-fuck… stop…”

“We’re changing location.”

“What… why?”

“You looking like this, only I get to see it.”

Yan Lu immediately shut up, lips twitching like he was about to smile. He wrapped his arms tightly around Zhong Zong’s shoulders, letting himself be carried deeper into the woods, still locked in that indecent position.

Zhong Zong pinned him against the stone wall, fucking into him again and again. Yan Lu’s entire weight was pressed onto him. He clung tightly, his body lacking any sense of stability, and because of that, his hole clamped down even tighter than usual. It was so tight that Zhong Zong frowned, struggling to push in. He could only grind in shallow, controlled strokes, teasing the entrance with every push.

Caught in the heat, he bit down on Yan Lu’s shoulder. His pheromones poured recklessly into the bite wound, flooding Yan Lu like a hit of aphrodisiac. His whole body burned hotter, hips rolling, ass grinding, never once letting that thick cock slip out.

He was fucked until sweat soaked his entire body. Even his toes were flushed red. Only then did he clutch Zhong Zong tight and cum hard. He didn’t even know what kind of expression he was making when it happened.

When he finally came back to his senses, he saw Zhong Zong looking at him with soft, affectionate eyes. That gentle smile crept across his face as he leaned in, nuzzled his nose, and licked the sweat off the corner of Yan Lu’s mouth.

“I’m cumming.”

Yan Lu gave a dazed nod, not expecting what came next. Zhong Zong lowered him down, turned him around, and in that doggy position, shoved his cock in deep again, slamming until he was pressing hard against the reproductive cavity, knot swelling at the base.

The sudden pressure made Yan Lu nearly cry out. Spurt after spurt of thick cum sprayed directly onto that hypersensitive spot, making his whole body tremble. It was so intense, he was nearly forced to cum again right on the spot.

—

The two of them were flushed and dazed after their wild outdoor sex, their bodies covered in marks that couldn’t be hidden no matter how they tried.

Zhong Zong looked completely unbothered, but Yan Lu, though rough by nature, still had some pride left. Embarrassed, he tried to call Little Lemon.

But before he could dial, Zhong Zong snatched the phone away in a sudden sulk and refused to let him make the call. Instead, he called Qin Shu.

When Qin Shu finally showed up with their clothes, the first thing they saw was Little Lemon in a yellow hoodie, fluffy and cute, bouncing over like a little puffball. He clung to Yan Lu, bombarding him with questions, eyes brimming with tears.

He looked like a heartbroken mother hen who had just watched someone snatch her only chick.

Zhong Zong’s expression dropped on the spot. He turned to look at Qin Shu, who just shrugged helplessly.

“He overheard the call when you rang me,” he said.

“…”

So how fucking close were you two sitting for him to hear that?

Even Yan Lu felt a bit awkward. His face stiff, he reached out and ruffled Little Lemon’s hair until he swayed side to side like a plush toy.

“Why are you asking so many questions, you lonely mutt?”

“…”

The lonely mutt in question took 10,000 points of psychic damage. Yan Yan was no longer the Yan Yan he used to know.

That night during barbecue and poker, maybe because everyone now knew there was a couple in the group, the teasing died down. Only the female Beta was left wearing a half-hearted smile, her expression dim.

It had been love at first sight for her. On top of that, she still thought Yan Lu was a Beta. In AB relationships, there were plenty of cases where the Alpha ended up cheating with an Omega. You never knew when your A might run into an O whose pheromones matched in all the right ways.

The risk of AB relationships was high. She went over a dozen horror stories in her mind like she was trying to steel herself against reality. Then, trembling and unsure, she waited until Zhong Zong was playing mahjong with the others before quietly sneaking over to Yan Lu.

“I… can I hug you?”

Yan Lu froze.

It was so out of the blue, and awkward. He hadn’t even processed what she said when, from the side, Little Lemon, who was busy eating meatballs nearby, suddenly leaned in and said, “Why do you want to hug him? Are you cold? I’m warm too. I can hug you.”

The girl turned to look at this unexpected little interrupter, stared at his greasy mouth and the way he chewed like a chipmunk, and instantly frowned in disgust.

“I was trying to speak with him alone.”

Yan Lu caught the disdain on her face and instinctively went into protective mode.

“There’s nothing he can’t hear.”

The Beta girl’s eyes widened, clearly hurt by his tone. Embarrassed and humiliated, she stood up and walked away without another word.

Yan Lu turned back to his chicken wings, quietly brushing oil onto the skewers. The plate beside him was stacked high.

Little Lemon, itching to reach out, slowly extended his hand, only to get smacked on the back of it.

“Hands off. These are for Zhong Zong.”

“…”

Little Lemon was smacked in the face with a wave of affection and felt completely unloved. Single dogs were people too, okay? They should be listed as a nationally protected species.

When rooms were being assigned, Little Lemon insisted on staying with Yan Lu. He didn’t care if others called him a third wheel. Yan Lu was the only one he felt comfortable with. As an Omega, there was no way he could sleep in the same room as an Alpha.

Clutching the room key he was given, he stood outside his assigned door with visible despair.

There were too many guests and too few rooms. Since he came with Yan Lu and Zhong Zong’s group, naturally, he was left to share a room with Qin Shu.

Later that night, Little Lemon came to a painful realization. Zhong Zong was absolutely, undeniably, a schemer. After all that whining and coaxing, Little Lemon had finally convinced Yan Lu to stay in the same room with him. Just when victory was in his grasp, Zhong Zong made an internal call, claiming his stomach hurt and asked Yan Lu to come over. Said the barbecue was poisoned.

Little Lemon really wanted to say that if your stomach hurts, having Yan Lu around won’t help. But of course, he couldn’t say that out loud. So he just sat quietly on the bed, hugging a pillow, waiting for Yan Lu to come back.

A little past midnight, someone knocked on the door.

Standing outside was Qin Shu.

Little Lemon: “…!!!”