"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 — Trying Him Out ~ A Bet

Mota couldn’t help but glance at Ling Zhuo, who returned his look with a dazed expression.

“…”

He furrowed his brows and quickly looked away, noticing the clearly rapid breathing of the chest in front of him. He painfully realized that this fox seemed to lack knowledge in some areas. Looks like he would have to take some time to help him catch up.

In the previous meetings, he had shown some beast-like traits, possibly still in heat.

Breathe… stay calm. Doing anything to him now would be taking advantage of someone vulnerable.

Mota calmly adjusted his breathing and sped up his movements.

The silver metal pin was soon removed and clenched tightly in his palm. With his other hand, he helped Ling Zhuo pull his clothes back down. Ling Zhuo’s whole body was flushed with heat, but his face remained calm:

“Don’t roll up your clothes like that outside from now on.”

The low, serious admonition sounded like that of a strict yet gentle older brother next door, simply teaching a naive young boy to protect himself. But only he knew how much selfishness was mixed into that warning.

He retracted the oppressive pheromones he had released and stepped back from Ling Zhuo with an indifferent expression, as if the near miss just now had never happened.

There was no response. Ling Zhuo seemed to avoid him again, acting like he was something dirty. Even the little fox on the ring, tidying his clothes, could feel Mota’s avoidance despite his dullness.

“??”

He tilted his head, more puzzled than before, searching for Mota’s eyes—but Mota was already looking elsewhere.

Without the suppressive pheromones, those around them gradually regained their composure. Although no one had seen the entire process, they could guess what had happened and exchanged ambiguous, gossiping looks at the two.

“Hehe, something’s not right~”

“Can’t stand it, just imagining it’s making me nosebleed!”

“It’s just taking off an ornament, why does it feel like something else happened~”

Ling Zhuo ignored them, feeling annoyed, and returned to the center of the ring. Just as he stood still, he heard Jiang Yizhi’s cold laugh:

“You’ve figured it out too, right? Brother Mota hates you. He just didn’t refuse because he’s too nice.”

Ling Zhuo had been sad about Mota’s attitude just now. Hearing Jiang Yizhi’s words, he immediately believed it and lowered his fox-like eyes, looking like a hurt little puppy.

Jiang Yizhi’s face lit up brightly:

“Let’s make a bet, Ling Zhuo. If I win later, you have to stay away from Brother Mota and never come near him again!”

“Oh…”

Ling Zhuo nodded listlessly:

“If I win, you have to bark like a little dog three times.”

He was unhappy, and it showed in his brows and eyes. His naturally cold and indifferent beast-like gaze was chilling. The bet sounded like a joke, so casual it seemed dismissive.

Either he didn’t take Jiang Yizhi seriously, or he was sure he wouldn’t lose. Either way, Jiang Yizhi felt insulted.

“That’s not a real bet. Shouldn’t you also promise to stay away from Brother Mota?”

Jiang Yizhi was dissatisfied.

Ling Zhuo was annoyed:

“I hate little dogs.”

So what’s wrong with making the person you hate bark like a little dog?

“…”

The cute, baby-faced Jiang Yizhi turned red with anger, gritting his teeth and starting to warm up.

Ling Zhuo rotated his wrist a little, stretching his body. The coach came forward and blew the whistle with a “toot!”

The two moved in response on the ring. Seconds later, Jiang Yizhi was pinned down with his hands behind his back. Ling Zhuo easily controlled him:

“I win.”

Jiang Yizhi was stunned.

Huh? What happened?

Lost?

How could this be?!

Just by him?!

Jiang Yizhi stared in disbelief, recalling the moments just before. He only remembered a sudden pain and then being slammed to the ground, unable to move.

Damn, did he use some trick?

He looked at the dust flying off the ring floor. Just as he tried to struggle, the person pinning his hands didn’t understand the rules and thought the match ended after the knockdown, so he released him and got up, looking up instinctively for the scoring display.

After the previous training session, Ling Zhuo was very attentive to the rankings.

Freed from restraints, Jiang Yizhi quickly got up. Defeated by his own proud martial arts skills, his pride was crushed. He made a rash decision and threw a punch at the back of Ling Zhuo’s neck.

The gland there, if injured, could possibly change an alpha or omega’s rank. Severe damage could cause the loss of pheromones and abilities, turning them into a cripple.

Therefore, a tacit agreement was in place during training: attacks to the glands were forbidden.

His punch was met with disapproval by everyone nearby, their brows furrowed, their dislike for such behavior clear.

Xia Man took a step forward to intervene, but Mei Jiu warned him to be careful.

Ling Zhuo, sensing the incoming punch from behind, barely dodged the attack with his keen reflexes and immediately knocked Jiang Yizhi down again.

“Good!” The crowd sighed in relief and cheered.

Xia Man withdrew and stood silently beside Mota, his green eyes filled with astonishment.

Really… the more I watch, the more I like him~

This time, to prevent Jiang Yizhi from getting up, Ling Zhuo landed several punches during the emergency explanation of the rules below the ring, only getting up after noticing Jiang Yizhi was no longer resisting.

The whole process was so fast the coach was momentarily stunned before blowing the whistle. The crowd applauded excitedly.

Alphas were naturally competitive and never accepted defeat easily. In the fight arena, adrenaline surged, and they felt excitement, not fear, when facing a strong opponent.

No one cared about the defeated Jiang Yizhi, who was quickly carried off by the resident medic. Bright enthusiastically climbed onto the ring:

“Let’s try too!”

Seconds later, he was lying on the ground as well.

The crowd was even louder now, fully excited, forgetting the 1v1 rule and taking turns challenging Ling Zhuo, turning the practice into a free-for-all.

The coach looked worriedly at Mota, who shook his head:

“No worries, let them play.”

He also wanted to see what this fox was capable of.

Xia Man loosened his shirt collar, glancing sideways at Mota:

“So good, why aren’t you surprised?”

“We’ve fought.”

“Results?”

Mota looked at the people on the ring, a slight smile appearing:

“He pinned me down~”

“Wow~” Xia Man looked at him exaggeratedly, clearly disbelieving:

“Are you sure you’re not taking advantage of him?”

Taking advantage…

Mota squeezed the metal pin in his hand. It was when he removed it that it felt like taking advantage of him.

The ornament was tiny, and touching it while taking it off was unavoidable. That place seemed extremely sensitive; Mota remembered clearly how Ling Zhuo trembled several times and how his eyes suddenly became moist.

And the quickened breathing, the faintest little whimper that could be heard if you were close. At that moment, Mota had managed to restrain himself, relying solely on reason.

How could he be so seductive…

Mota pocketed the tiny metal pin and shook his head slowly and faintly.

“But I see some people’s possessiveness is terrifying~” Xia Man teased, referring to Mota’s earlier use of pheromones to warn everyone not to watch.

Mota had no defense and let him laugh it off.

Another person was knocked down on the ring. Xia Man enthusiastically took off his suit jacket:

“I have to try him too~”

“If you win, it’s like you’ve won me, my dear Captain Mo~”

He smiled arrogantly, twisting his wrist and starting to take off his watch.

“Whatever,” Mota waved his hand and headed toward the rest area, planning to wash his face to calm down the excitement brought by the fox.

Mei Jiu stepped onto the ring.

He had watched carefully and attentively just now. Ling Zhuo’s fighting was decisive and skillful, without hesitation. Even without using powers, he was clearly unbeatable.

But he really wanted to fight someone this good, and he was finally motivated.

Wearing gloves and carrying a long cloth strip on his back, Mei Jiu dared to look at Ling Zhuo despite the glare of the lights.

His heart was struck again, admiring the handsome figure.

The red hair looked vibrant; under the light, Ling Zhuo’s light blue eyes met his, showing surprise.

“Ah, are you going to fight me too?” Ling Zhuo tightened his gloves and said seriously, “Give me candy and I won’t hurt you.”

The black-haired boy smiled slightly:

“I’m going to be an executioner after all, so let me feel it, no need to hold back, and…”

“I’m pretty tough.”

His voice was soft and low, half-joking.

Actually, he was pretty afraid of pain but had plenty of experience being hit as a kid, so not lying.

Their vibes somehow matched. Ling Zhuo suddenly smiled softly:

“I’m pretty tough too. My big brother hits really hard, but I always manage to dodge when he tries to hit me.”

He mentioned his older brother, and his smile quickly faded as he sighed softly.

The coach blew the whistle twice. The two thought it was the start signal and were about to move, but were stopped.

“Wait,” the coach approached and noticed the long cloth strip on Mei Jiu’s back.

“Didn’t I say no weapons or ornaments on the ring? Why are you carrying a weapon? What’s in that cloth? Let me take it away…”

“Don’t touch it!” Mei Jiu suddenly reacted strongly, dodging the coach’s hand and quickly wrapping the cloth around his front, hugging it tightly while crouching.

It was an instinctive protective move. His fingers gripped the cloth so hard they turned white. His delicate face instantly lost all color, and his pupils trembled, as if recalling something terrifying.

The trembling spread throughout his body after he crouched down. His pale face showed a morbid fear, mostly hidden behind his black hair.

“Don’t take it away… don’t…”

His quiet, trembling voice was faintly laced with sobs.

Ling Zhuo was close enough to hear clearly.

Mei Jiu had given him candy before, so he was a good person in Ling Zhuo’s heart. The coach spoke so harshly, and Ling Zhuo thought he was trying to take Mei Jiu’s thing, so he immediately stepped in front of him and hooked the coach’s arm, throwing him over his shoulder with a fierce shoulder throw.

The coach was stunned for a moment, pain shooting through his leg as it hit the ground.

“Ah!”

His left leg was probably broken. Trying to stand quickly, his hands were pinned by Ling Zhuo and couldn’t move.

A cold and sharp voice came from above:

“Don’t take his stuff!”

Ling Zhuo lowered his brows; his eyes turned into sharp knives, fierce and threatening.

Nearby, a sudden cold shout rang out:

“Ling Zhuo, what are you doing?!”