"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: So obedient, want to lick! So defenseless…

Unexpectedly, the most dejected and gloomy-looking Mei Jiuhe was the most accurate of the five, consistently hitting within the 9-10 ring range, and taking first place.

Jiang Yizhi’s score was also good, only slightly lower than Mei Jiuhe’s. Noah was third, Bright was fourth, and Ling Zhuo’s name was at the very bottom.

He looked up at the display screen. He didn’t recognize many of the words, but he knew his own name and understood that being at the bottom meant it was a bad thing.

Bad meant being eliminated, which meant he wouldn’t be able to stay by Mota’s side.

But the sound of this iron block was so loud every time he shot. Although he hid his beast ears, a beast’s hearing is much more sensitive than a human’s. The loud sound that humans heard was like thunder to him.

It was the kind of thunder that exploded in his ears, and it scared him every time. Even if he aimed accurately, he would always miss.

He had to find a way… Ling Zhuo raised the back of his hand to rub his ears, which ached from the gunfire, then lowered his head to change to a different handgun and silently loaded the bullets.

The temperature in the venue was about 25 degrees Celsius, but he was still wearing a warm jacket. Before the next round of shooting, Ling Zhuo felt hot and started to take it off.

The inner layer of the jacket had a zipper, and the outer layer had a row of buttons. It took some effort to undo them. The tips of his fingers, peeking out from the black gloves, quickly turned red from rubbing against the buttons, as if stained with rouge.

After taking off the jacket, his slender and beautiful physique was revealed in the training uniform.

The tight, black, high-necked vest clung thinly to his body, outlining every muscle clearly.

The silver ornament on Ling Zhuo’s left chest slightly pushed out against the fabric. Because of the special material, the clothes looked a bit translucent. If you looked closely, you could even see the silver glint of the small ball-shaped metal on either end of the n1pple piercing.

His waist was cinched very narrowly by the belt of his pants. When he bent down to put away his jacket, his legs appeared long and straight, captivating everyone’s attention.

He was dressed quite conservatively all over. The only parts exposed were a section of his toned arm between his gloves and his sleeve. Under the simulated sunlight, his skin had a translucent quality, but it was this just-right amount of exposure that made him look incredibly seductive.

“Holy cow…” The instructor’s eyes widened. The cigarette he had in his mouth fell out.

“I used to think this training uniform was just cool, but I never imagined it could be so sexy. Damn, this rookie has a hot body. It’s the first time I’ve appreciated the beauty of this uniform! How can he make it look so good?” He picked up his cigarette and said to the two captains through the net.

Xia Man leaned against the net, nodding in agreement with a confident smile. “Hmph~ As expected of someone this big guy noticed. He’s just so charming~”

As they spoke, Ling Zhuo raised his gun and shot. The recoil of the handgun was much smaller than the assault rifle he had used earlier.

He supported the wrist of his gun-holding hand with his other hand, firing several shots to empty the clip before smoothly holstering the gun. Every movement caused the muscles of his upper body to ripple, and the n1pple piercing on his left chest would stand out with the flexing of his muscles.

It was practically a bonus show.

Those around him were mesmerized by the fox’s unintentional charm, but he himself didn’t notice. After he was done, he looked up at the statistics.

Seeing that the number displayed was still very small, he frowned, a little impatient.

What to do? It seemed he would still be at the bottom. But the sound of the gunfire was really too loud!

“Captain Mo, Captain Xia, where did you find such a fetching person?” The instructor asked, still in a daze.

“Don’t get any ideas about him,” Mota had been observing the rookies’ practice. After speaking, he suddenly got up, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked into the training area.

The instructor chuckled and waved his hand, giving him a knowing look. “Tsk tsk, Captain Mo is already getting protective~ I understand, I understand~”

Mota glanced at him, neither denying nor confirming it, but a look of pleasure flickered in his eyes, and he said nothing.

Xia Man looked from one to the other, his green eyes narrowing as he feigned displeasure. “When I said that this big guy took a liking to him, why didn’t you say you understood then?”

The instructor quickly nodded. “I understand that too, I understand that too~”

Mota ignored the two of them and walked to the training area. As soon as he entered, Jiang Yizhi immediately called out, “Brother Mota, can you help me check if my gun-holding posture is correct?”

He had also switched to a handgun and had taken off his jacket because he was hot. He had heard every word of the instructor’s conversation on the sidelines, and he felt a little annoyed.

What was the point of just being good-looking? His marksmanship was even worse than his own. His rank was so low, he didn’t know how he was even selected! And he even purposely gave Brother Mota that kind of thing. So annoying!

Because he had interrupted, Brother Mota hadn’t eaten the things he brought, and he hadn’t had a chance to talk to him more!

“Show me your posture,” Mota walked to his side and stood still. Jiang Yizhi quickly collected his thoughts, gripping the gun with both hands and making an aiming motion.

He had a trick up his sleeve, purposely lowering one shoulder a bit, hoping Mota would come over to correct him.

But he waited a few seconds, and the scene he had imagined—Mota coming to hug him from behind and guide his movements—didn’t happen. The man standing beside him, tall and steady like a sheathed sword, didn’t move.

Jiang Yizhi looked over, a little disappointed, and put down the gun. His eyes reddened with grievance. “Is it… is it because I’m doing so badly that Brother Mota doesn’t know where to start teaching me…”

He stopped mid-sentence. Mota’s cold, ice-gray eyes looked at him as usual, and he suddenly felt a sense of humiliation, as if his thoughts had been seen through.

“Jiang Yizhi, your posture was quite accurate before I came over. Why is it wrong now? Are you nervous? Or thinking too much?”

Mota’s low voice was unhurried, not saying a single harsh word, but it carried an indescribable cold sharpness.

The person being looked at tensed up, standing still, not daring to move or speak, or even to meet his eyes.

His heart was pounding nervously. He could only stare at the ground. “I…”

“No need to be nervous. Just focus on your practice.”

The calm voice rang out, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. The pair of black boots disappeared from Jiang Yizhi’s sight. He let out a long breath, only then realizing that his forehead was sweating.

Mota didn’t go far. He went to the accessories area and selected a silencer, then walked over to Ling Zhuo.

He had been observing everyone’s situation in the previous rounds of shooting. Out of a subtle interest and personal preference, he had been watching Ling Zhuo more closely.

The fox didn’t have any major problems with his grip or aim. It was just that every time he fired, he would flinch, as if he had been startled, and he rubbed his ears several times. It would be a miracle if he could shoot accurately under those conditions.

Many rookies couldn’t get used to the sound of gunfire at first, so it wasn’t a big problem.

He handed the item to him. “Here, try putting this on.”

“Huh?” Ling Zhuo took the silencer and turned it over in his hand. He couldn’t figure out what it was for. He turned his head and asked Mota blankly, “A gift for me? Can I take it back with me?”

After asking, he tried to shove the item into his pants pocket, but Mota stopped him with a small smile.

“It’s a silencer, it goes on the gun. It’s not a gift, you can’t take it back,” he explained softly, patiently answering each of Ling Zhuo’s questions.

As he spoke, Mota turned his wrist, palm facing him, and gestured for him to hand over the gun and the silencer.

He wanted to show Ling Zhuo how to assemble it, but Ling Zhuo misunderstood. He put the silencer in his pocket, then extended his free hand to Mota’s palm. His fox-like eyes curved slightly, and he lifted his face, revealing a proud little expression.

“Shaking hands, I know how~”

When he was still a fox, Mota was always teaching him to shake hands, as well as commands like “sit,” “lie down,” and “play dead.” In short, he taught him like he was a little dog.

Back then, he wanted Mota to spend more time with him, so he would purposely not cooperate, tilting his head and pretending not to understand. He would only reluctantly cooperate after Mota repeated the command several times and rubbed his head with a hand that carried a hint of his rich pheromones.

At that time, Mota would smile happily, which was a nice surprise. He loved to see Mota smile; it was prettier than the blooming peach blossoms on the mountain.

Ling Zhuo waited for praise with his lips curled up. The tail he had hidden behind him wagged quietly in his heart.

He didn’t get praise, but he did see Mota’s smile.

“You really are…” just like a fox I used to keep.

He shook his head with a light chuckle, not finishing the second half of the sentence. He moved closer, his long fingers reaching into the side pocket of Ling Zhuo’s pants to retrieve the silencer he had put away. With his other hand, he directly supported the hand that held the gun from behind, guiding him through the assembly.

“Like this, it’s very simple,” he was much taller than Ling Zhuo, and his shoulders were broader. As he guided him from behind, even though he was careful to maintain a distance and avoid body contact, the movement was still as intimate as if he were hugging him.

Ling Zhuo’s soft, fluffy red hair would occasionally brush against his chin, light and soft, like the sweep of a fox’s tail. The residual shampoo scent on his hair was very fresh, a faint scent of roses.

His pale nape was hidden by the high-collared vest, but through the translucent material, Mota could still glimpse the scenery inside with a glance.

He was wearing a collar, and his scent gland was covered, with only a hint of his spine visible beneath the collar.

Even so, Mota only needed to lower his head to bite his nape, and breaking the scent gland would be easy.

Because he was so defenseless against him.

Mota could clearly feel that he had even relaxed his muscles when he reached over, allowing him to softly hold his hand to assemble the gun and load the bullets.

For them, alpha and omega, the scent gland was a very important location, yet he exposed the most vulnerable part of his nape right in front of him.

It really was…

[Begging to be f***ed.]

Another personality’s voice sounded in Mota’s mind, very directly speaking his inner thoughts.

The cold-toned pupil in his right eye twitched uncontrollably, the split pupils of his personality struggling to emerge. The voice in his head was constantly and excitedly screaming: [So obedient~ Give me your body, I want to lick him so badly~]