ABO The Boss Is Obsessed With Me - Chapter 3
Two months prior.
Cloud City, within the luxurious Yun Se Club.
A tall, slender man rose languidly from the rumpled bed, his flawless, alabaster body radiating primal allure. His chest muscles were well-defined, his abs rock-hard, and his physique sculpted with fluid lines.
The air hung thick with the potent pheromones of a high-quality Alpha, a scent reminiscent of unripe green oranges—three parts icy chill and seven parts oppressive dominance.
A faint, cloying sweetness lingered in the air—the pheromones of an Omega, so faint as to be almost negligible.
The man wrapped a half-body towel around himself and strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows. As he reached for a cigarette, his phone buzzed behind him.
“What is it?”
“Didn’t you promise to help out tonight? Don’t tell me you forgot!”
“I didn’t forget. You’re downstairs?”
The caller seemed to sense the man’s satisfied tone and ventured a teasing joke: “What’s wrong? Was today’s Omega not up to par?”
The man chuckled softly, glancing back at the figure on the bed. He murmured, “Don’t overstep your boundaries where you shouldn’t.”
He hung up the phone and turned coldly to enter the bathroom to wash up. When he emerged, he was clean and impeccably dressed.
He cast a disdainful glance at the bed, pulled a few crisp bills from his shirt pocket, neatly placed them on the bedside table, and strode out.
On the bed, the Omega lay blindfolded with a pure black leather mask. His entire body was crimson from whipping, every inch marked with bleeding wounds. His face was deathly pale, his lips tinged purple.
His hands and feet were bound with specially crafted ropes, his body sticky and filthy. The maid’s uniform he wore had been torn to shreds, leaving only tattered strips of fabric clinging to his body, barely concealing his most vulnerable parts.
Though the Omega’s body was covered in injuries, the symbolic organ—the gland—remained untouched, showing no signs of violation. Instead, having absorbed an excessive amount of high-quality Alpha pheromones, it was swollen and tender, resembling a peach blossom about to bloom in early spring.
Downstairs, the club was a riot of noise.
Deafening music blared through the speakers, and a kaleidoscope of people filled the space, some dressed in flamboyant outfits, others in more understated attire.
Yi Yu sat at the edge of a booth, surrounded by empty liquor bottles. His cheeks flushed slightly, giving him a tipsy air as he leaned back against the booth, eyes half-closed in a drowsy haze. Beside him, his friends continued playing games, their voices rising and falling in boisterous waves.
He nudged his friend with his elbow. “I’m going to the restroom!”
His friend nodded, and Yi Yu rose to his feet, weaving his way toward the restroom.
After a quick wash in the restroom, about a third of his hazy consciousness cleared.
Tonight was a joint social event between the Academy of Fine Arts and the School of Economics and Management. Originally planned for their freshman year, the event had been postponed repeatedly until finally taking place in their sophomore year.
While not everyone from both schools attended, those who had the time and inclination to join were present.
Yi Yu’s friends had plied him with quite a bit of alcohol. Gazing at his reflection in the restroom mirror, he saw his face flushed crimson, the corners of his eyes glistening with moisture, and strands of his slightly long hair clinging damply to his pale forehead.
Returning from the restroom, the already boisterous party instantly became even more chaotic.
The striking figure at the center of the crowd stood out like a peony among a sea of flowers—dazzling and radiant.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but even from the back, Yi Yu, whose mind was still clouded, felt three-tenths of his senses already captivated. The remaining seven-tenths would naturally depend on that face.
Yi Yu slowly approached. The person, tightly surrounded by girls, suddenly turned around.
Yi Yu looked up again, his round almond eyes reflecting a face he had never seen before in his life—a face of unparalleled beauty.
Though male, this person possessed an allure more bewitching than any woman. His slightly long hair was half-tied up, the rest cascading over his shoulders, bathed in the bizarre, shifting lights that lent him an air of mystery and otherworldly beauty.
His sword-like eyebrows were softened, and though his eyes were mismatched—one single-lidded, the other double-lidded—they didn’t appear discordant on his face. Instead, they created a harmonious blend of masculine and feminine beauty. His features were refined and delicate, his lips slightly thin yet irresistibly alluring, making one yearn to taste their hidden sweetness.
A click echoed in Yi Yu’s heart as that face shattered the silence, leaving a gaping hole in his dormant emotions. His breath caught in his throat, his senses momentarily paralyzed.
His gaze, unreserved and intense, burned like a torch upon the young man.
Surrounded by admirers, the young man showed no hint of annoyance. Instead, a faint smile played on his lips as he basked in the attention.
Yi Yu stood frozen like a newly sculpted statue, the last vestiges of his tipsiness evaporating completely.
His eyes remained fixed on the mesmerizing figure as he trudged back to his seat.
“Is he here for the mixer too?” he murmured.
His friend, looking dazed and dejected, replied, “Yeah! He’s a senior from the School of Economics and Management. Always gets all the attention—he stole all the girls from around me as soon as he arrived!”
Yi Yu whipped his head around to stare at his friend. “A senior from the School of Economics and Management? What’s his name?”
“Sima Qingshan!”
In the brief moment it took to exchange a few words and turn his gaze back, the man had already dispersed the crowd and was walking toward the booth opposite Yi Yu’s.
As Yi Yu watched him sit down, his gaze remained fixed on the man, burning with reluctant intensity.
The only thing Yi Yu was certain of now was that this man, Sima Qingshan, had used his face to penetrate Yi Yu’s dormant heart like a flame doused in hot oil. The feeling of infatuation had surged with sudden, overwhelming force, burning so fiercely that Yi Yu felt smoke rising from his head.
Slightly ashamed, Yi Yu withdrew his blatant stare.
He watched Sima Qingshan nod and exchange quiet words with the person beside him, the occasional smile that flashed across his lips as refreshing and sweet as morning dew.
Yi Yu’s friend pulled him back into the game, but he remained distracted, his gaze drifting across the room every few moments.
When the tall figure suddenly stood up and left, Yi Yu followed immediately.
Author’s Note:
The male lead is clean! The male lead is clean! The male lead is clean!
He just likes to play games.