STIDM 5

This round of heat had him so thoroughly fucked he could barely get out of bed.

Zhong Zong really lived up to the name of walking hormone dispenser, fully equipped with the standard-issue stallion-grade cock.

All things considered, it felt damn good, just that his legs couldn’t even close afterward.

Yan Lu laid on the bed, calmly smoking a post-sex cigarette.

Beside him, Zhong Zong was sleeping with a faint blush on his cheeks, his bare body buried in soft blankets, looking unusually… fuckable.

Because of his second gender, Yan Lu had never had sex before. The chaotic rounds in the bathroom, the living room, even the balcony last night had completely opened his eyes.

Every position he had ever heard of, and even some he hadn’t, got used.

Thankfully, Zhong Zong finally fed him a few suppressants afterward, which eventually calmed down the heat.

Still, by that point, his hole was gaping and leaking cum down both thighs. Only then did that bastard give him the meds. Truly malicious.

Not that Yan Lu really minded. He was a man. Getting off was what mattered. Dignity? What the fuck was that, could it be eaten?

His waist, however, was killing him. That asshole Zhong Zong had knotted inside him more than once, stretched him wide, and even refused to pull out during release.

Remembering how wrecked he was last night gave him a little trauma.

Wincing, he reached back to check his hole, thinking it would still be loose, but to his surprise, it had already tightened up quite a bit overnight.

He blinked in amazement. Damn, this body’s impressive. Bounced back already.

Feeling a little too pleased with himself, he thought, Tsk, no joke… even I kinda want to fuck myself.

Zhong Zong stirred beside him, his body hot with morning wood, shamelessly grinding against Yan Lu’s waist.

But Yan Lu was already done with the afterglow and back to being a bastard. Without a hint of courtesy, he shoved Zhong Zong aside and got out of bed to put on pants.

One hand braced against his sore lower back, the other holding his cigarette, he lifted his arm and pointed toward the door.
“Prince, get your ass up and out.”

No trace left of the heat and hunger from the night before.

Zhong Zong leaned on one elbow lazily, propping his head up as he looked at him.
“Morning like this… sure you don’t want another round?”

“Get lost.”

Zhong Zong shrugged and got out of bed.

That massive cock swayed between Zhong Zong’s thighs, making Yan Lu’s eyes twitch in discomfort. He had no idea how the hell he managed to take that thing inside him last night. In daylight, it looked downright terrifying.

Zhong Zong noticed where he was staring and casually pulled his underwear back on.

Slowly. Inch by inch. And somehow, it looked even more obscene than watching him strip.

Yan Lu’s throat went dry. He turned away and sluggishly walked out to get some water.

If he stayed in that room any longer, he really would end up going another round, and he wasn’t ready to turn his ass into a permanently stretched hole just yet.

Zhong Zong’s body was ridiculously hot. No wonder admires always flocked around him like bees to sugar.

What Yan Lu couldn’t figure out was why this guy was so stuck on him. He’d been like this since they were kids. Always up in his face. Never made sense. Full of hidden schemes.

He chugged down nearly a whole bottle of water in one go, only to look up and see Zhong Zong coming down the spiral stairs.

“Put on your damn clothes and get lost. The old man’s coming back today.”

Zhong Zong walked up to him, fingers brushing the dark kiss mark stamped across his collarbone. “What about these? How are you going to explain all these hickeys to Uncle Yan?”

Yan Lu slapped his hand away. “Worry about yourself. You’re the one who’s always playing the good boy in front of him. If he sees you now, looking freshly fucked, he’ll break your damn legs.”

Zhong Zong chuckled and leaned in to kiss the edge of his ear. “Yan Yan, would you really let that happen without helping me?”

Yan Lu grinned coldly, showing a full row of white teeth. “I’ll be the one handing him the bat.”

Right as he said it, the sound of a car engine roared in the courtyard.

Both of their expressions changed in an instant.

Shirtless, Zhong Zong didn’t even wait for Yan Lu to yell. He climbed right out the window and slipped off toward the back of the house.

Yan Lu rushed around, turning the place even messier. Anything to hide the lingering traces of sex.

At the very least, if the old man walked in and got pissed off at the sight of the chaos, he might turn around and leave.

Because if he saw those dried stains and figured out what happened…

The one with the broken legs would be him.

The plan was perfect. Reality, not so much.

The moment Father Yan stepped into the house, he immediately picked up on the lingering alpha pheromones and the faint traces of an omega’s heat.

His face darkened instantly. He took one step back and told his wife to take the child back to the car.

Yan Lu stood in the living room, holding a piece of bread, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands.

He watched the old man march straight toward him, swallowed hard, and tried not to flinch.

A second later, a harsh slap cracked across his face.

His ears rang loudly. Yan Lu said nothing, rubbing his cheek before lowering his head.

Father Yan shouted, voice booming with fury. “Who was it? Who the hell was it? Do you even understand what shame and decency mean?”

Yan Lu looked up with a flat expression.
“I didn’t even know I was an omega. How the fuck was I supposed to care about decency.”

Father Yan choked on the reply. It was true. Over the years, he had all but ignored Yan Lu’s growth, never really involved in his psychological or physical development.

But still, he hadn’t deprived the boy of anything material. He gave him a good environment, provided for everything.

He simply couldn’t cross the emotional gap. He couldn’t like the boy. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care.

And now, finding out that this omega child had already been fooling around with an alpha…

No parent could accept that.

But when Yan Lu stared straight at him like that, he couldn’t get a single word out.

His fury came rushing back a moment later.

“That’s a separate issue. Who was it? Who the fuck did this?”

Yan Lu didn’t look interested. He shoved the bread into his mouth and muttered,
“What are you so afraid of? He didn’t mark me. I can still marry a woman later.”

That twisted logic made Father Yan almost choke on his own breath. His face turned a shade darker.

“Where the hell did you even meet this person? You’re not going back to that school. I’m transferring you to Xishan Academy.”

Yan Lu’s eyes widened.

“That’s a school for omegas. It’s full of omegas. You’re basically putting a label on me for everyone to see!”

“You are one. You need to learn how to be a proper omega. I let you do whatever you wanted for too long. That ends now.”

“I’m not agreeing to that!”

“You don’t get a say in this!”

“Says who?!”

“Says the fact you eat my food, live under my roof, and spend my money!”

Yan Lu stared straight at his father for a long moment, then gave a faint smile.
“My mistake… for expecting anything from you.”

He turned and walked upstairs.

Father Yan took a moment to calm himself, then grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it around, trying to clear the house of lingering pheromones.

Not long after, the sound of heavy footsteps came thudding down from upstairs.

Father Yan straightened and looked up, eyes narrowing.

Yan Lu had a backpack slung over his shoulder and walked straight for the door.

“Where are you going?!”

Yan Lu waved a hand casually.
“To eat my own, live on my own, and spend my own. Goodbye, Dad.”

“Yan Lu!”

He shut the door on the old man’s roar and strolled out with a spring in his step.

His fragile little brother peeked at him nervously from behind his mother. Yan Lu glanced at him a few times and sighed.

He took a few steps closer. The kid shrank back even further.

Yan Lu shoved a key into his hand. “If you’re that curious, then stop sneaking around and look all you want. Stop acting like such a coward.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

The boy opened his hand. It was the key to Yan Lu’s collection room.

Half of it was impulse. The other half was the very real urge to leave this house. No matter how strong his heart was, being in a place where no one gave a shit about him suffocates him.

He never felt at ease there.

Honestly, he didn’t care about wealth or comfort. Even poverty was fine, as long as the people in the house treated you like you mattered.

That wasn’t weakness. That was basic human need.

And somehow, even after eighteen years, he never got it.

Now he was just tired.

He hadn’t figured out what to do next. He called Shi Ying, but that bastard had flown overseas at the worst possible time.

With a sigh, he hung up and scrolled through his contacts, planning to crash with someone else for now.

Just then, someone grabbed him from behind. Yan Lu’s whole body tensed, ready to strike, until a familiar voice whispered beside his ear, half-teasing.

“Yan Yan, why are you wandering the streets looking so pitiful?”