After Alpha Discovered Pheromone Hunger - Chapter 4
Chapter 4 — “The Bells Ring Too Loud”
That rising, almost teasing tone — it was unmistakably an invitation.
Hua Che lifted his chin slightly. At this angle, one tug was all it would take to unravel everything he was wearing.
Pei Yu sat still for a moment, staring at him in silence. Then, at last, he reached out.
His hand gently took Hua Che’s, one hand supporting the underside while the other moved to slide off the ring from his finger.
“Wait—hang on!”
Hua Che quickly stopped him, grabbing his wrist.
Despite all the preparation—the makeup gone, the jewelry removed, nothing left but a gauzy wrap that barely clung to his skin—he had left one thing untouched.
That ring. The one piece of metal that didn’t match the rest.
His voice was urgent, his tone shifting for the first time. “No, not that. It’s the emergency remote alert—can’t take it off.”
To Pei Yu, those words carried weight beyond their literal meaning.
“You think I’ll hurt you?”
“It’s not about that. It’s just… the rules here. I don’t make them.”
But there was no surveillance. No guards watching. No sudden intercom warnings. That excuse didn’t hold water.
Truthfully, Hua Che just didn’t want to remove it.
And yet, the irony wasn’t lost on Pei Yu—the fox who seemed to want his clothes torn off, didn’t want to take off the one thing that would protect him.
Pei Yu let go of the ring and instead reached toward the already slipping tulle.
With one finger hooked under the fabric, it fell easily, both layers peeling away.
Hua Che’s body was slender, typical of an Omega, almost delicate. As the sheer fabric dropped, it revealed skin tinted pink with arousal—his lithe figure trembling under the dim light.
And then, the reason behind the subtle contouring became clear.
Two tiny bells, metallic and gleaming, clung tightly to his chest with silver clamps.
The sight was enough to still Pei Yu’s breath.
The clamps bit deep, the skin around them flushed and swollen. No padding, just hard metal cutting into tender flesh. And the bells… they jingled faintly every time Hua Che moved, silver and piercing against his skin.
Pei Yu couldn’t look away.
He had no idea how long the bells had been on, but the redness and swelling said it had been a while. The fragile skin had been worn down, bruised and angry-looking, and yet—he was still here, still enduring it.
Hua Che’s breath came fast, his chest rising and falling with visible effort. The bells made soft, trembling chimes as if reflecting his unspoken pain and desire.
The scene was overwhelming.
A fox-like Omega, barely clothed, body flushed, bells hanging from abused skin—clearly put on display for someone to claim.
Pei Yu swallowed thickly.
Now he understood. The ring wasn’t there out of fear. It was a safeguard. Because in this state, any Alpha would be hard-pressed to resist touching, pulling, biting—
He forced his voice out, low and hoarse. “Did you wear these… when you danced?”
Hua Che was caught off guard. His fox ears twitched and flushed pink.
His body was shaking slightly now. His eyes fluttered, gaze unfocused. He bit his lower lip to regain control.
“No,” he whispered. “Only after I came here.”
Deliberate.
Pei Yu’s voice dropped even lower. “For the guest to see?”
Hua Che’s tail flicked, ears trembling.
His sweat-soaked fingers gripped the table edge as he bit his lip, voice almost breaking.
“…It’s for you. Professor Pei.”
Silence hit the room like a stone in water.
Pei Yu’s expression shifted.
“I never told you I was a professor,” he said sharply.
The bell chimed again with sudden force. Hua Che’s body jerked and nearly collapsed onto the table. His voice shook as much as his frame.
“I don’t… I don’t know you.”
But his tone betrayed him. The words sounded more like a plea than a denial.
“I just… read the user profile.”
A lie. A weak one.
How would a first-time customer even have a profile?
Pei Yu stared at him, reading every twitch, every tear threatening to fall.
Hua Che’s fingers dug into the table harder. His lashes were wet, eyes glassy. His head bowed low, fox ears trembling as they drooped over his flushed cheeks.
And yet, when he raised his head again, he was wearing that familiar mask—a polished, seductive smile—but his voice betrayed him again. It trembled, raw and vulnerable.
His chest was soaked with sweat, the bell clamps biting more visibly now. Each drop of sweat that ran across the swollen skin made his whole body shake.
He looked like he was losing control faster than even he anticipated. Yet still, he resisted, even when every part of his body was crying out for release.
The bell had clearly become too much. A toy that had now turned into torment.
And still, Hua Che couldn’t stop.
His breathing was messy, but he lifted a hand and brushed the back of it against the bell, almost as if soothing himself.
The lightest touch made him gasp, a soft, uncontrollable sound slipping from his throat as his ears drooped further.
He cupped his cheek in one trembling hand, and with tear-filled eyes, he whispered:
“This was for you, Professor Pei.”
“You can… touch the fox now.”
He tapped the bell again.
But this time, the force knocked one bell loose.
It fell, clinking sharply on the floor.
The moment it hit the ground, Hua Che’s entire body spasmed. He bent forward sharply, forehead hitting the table as a loud, choked noise escaped him.
Pei Yu reached forward, lifting Hua Che from the table, his hand brushing against the boy’s flushed forehead and then his burning cheeks.
His skin was clammy, sticky with sweat, hot to the touch.
Pei Yu’s brow furrowed. This was far beyond normal stimulation.
He knew the wine was strong—sweet and dizzying, enough to disarm anyone.
And he was an Alpha, with instincts screaming to respond, to claim, to act.
He bit his lip hard, tasted bl00d. Forced himself to stay grounded.
“…Are you in heat?”
His voice was taut.
“An Omega drinking during their heat cycle—do you understand how dangerous that is?”
He clenched his jaw, barely containing the tension.
Hua Che’s lips trembled.
“No… not heat…”
His voice was weak and ragged, eyes unfocused.
The metal clamps had left his skin twitching, throbbing, raw.
He gasped, struggling to compose himself, finally admitting—“I’m sick. I’m sorry.”
The admission cracked his voice even more.
“Please don’t leave… don’t report me…”
Tears streamed down his face, cutting through his flushed cheeks. Even Pei Yu couldn’t help but wince.
“I’ll still give you a good review, even if we end this now,” he said gently. “You don’t have to push through. Do you want to go rest?”
Hua Che shook his head frantically, still clutching his wrist like a lifeline.
His whole body trembled with the movement, fox ears shaking with every motion.
“Just a little longer…”
Pei Yu glanced at the emergency alert ring.
“You know you can press this, right?”
“Just a little longer… Professor Pei…”
The way he said it—like a request, like a prayer.
Hua Che gripped his wrist tighter, as if terrified that letting go would mean losing everything.
Pei Yu gently placed his other hand over Hua Che’s, soothing him.
“I’m not trying to end this unless you need to. It’s your call.”
Hua Che nodded weakly and reached for his glass again. He took several deep breaths, as if trying to calm the wildfire inside.
His legs looked unsteady. His breathing was ragged. The gauze clung to him with sweat, and the restraints he wore made everything hotter, heavier.
Still, he didn’t ask for release.
Instead, he turned the cup over on the table.
“. . . Let’s keep going, Professor Pei.”