"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Can You Guys Spare Me Some of Your Wives?
He seems to have that…

The fox omega, the rumored protagonist being talked about, had been sulking the entire afternoon.

Although he knew Mota wasn’t a person who confused right and wrong, Jiang Yizhi’s words still made him uncomfortable.

Sometimes a small animal’s brain just can’t turn the corner, and with Mota having left him before, it only made him more uneasy the more he thought about it.

He waited all afternoon but Mota didn’t return. That annoying, smooth, chameleon kept clinging to him, so after training at night, Ling Zhuo had no choice but to bring it back to his dorm.

“This is my territory. Stay put and don’t run around, or I’ll eat you!”

The chameleon was placed on the desk far away from the bed, tilting its head with a look like it didn’t understand, watching Ling Zhuo walk into the bathroom and close the door behind him.

Inside, the sound of the bathtub filling with water echoed.

The water flowed loudly for a while, then stopped.

On the second floor of Mota’s villa, the bathroom door opened. He came out wearing a bathrobe, holding a basket of dirty clothes.

After finishing the mission and training for the day, he still had some mutant bl00d on him, which smelled bad, so he didn’t return to the association building but drove straight home.

The first thing he did when he got home was to wash off the dirt.

As he tossed the bloodstained clothes into the washing machine, a silver metal pin slipped out of a pocket, catching a faint gleam of light.

Mota bent down to pick it up, holding it in his palm as he looked at it, recalling who the accessory’s owner was. A small smile curled at his lips.

Such a simple design, yet how could he wear it so seductively? He wondered if the other still wanted it.

He had forgotten to return it before leaving today, so he’d keep it for him first and bring it to the association tomorrow.

Mota closed his right eye. After a slight tremble in his pupils, he opened it again — beside him, a duplicate appeared.

This was his second clone, his third personality, who was slow to react and stood staring at the metal pin in his palm.

After a while, the clone blinked his icy gray eyes, seeming to finally realize: “Ah, the wife’s.”

Mota: ???

“…Who taught you to say that?”

“Mota.”

Mota’s main body: …

It was obvious only his first clone would say something like that. He rubbed his temples and corrected his second clone:

“Don’t listen to his nonsense. The title ‘wife’ is only used after I propose, the other agrees, we register the marriage, and perform the clan’s ceremony. Got it?”

“Hmph, nonsense,” Mota’s right pupil trembled again. The second personality forcibly took over the main body, urging the other clone: “Dummy, listen to me — it’s not that complicated. Wife means someone you like, want to fvck, want to be with day and night without pulling out…”

Before he finished, Mota pressed his eye down to stop him.

“Forget it. What’s the point of arguing with you two here…”
Since both were himself, talking to himself on the balcony would only make him look crazy.

He left the clone there to work, returned to the living room, picked a small jewelry box from the cabinet, took out a jeweled brooch, and used it to store the metal pin.

He was about to put it back in the cabinet, but fearing he might lose it, he brought it to the bedside table in the bedroom.

The chameleon he left at the association was actually a camera. After putting the box away, Mota opened his tablet to check the surveillance.

As soon as the screen turned on, a pair of furry ears appeared — sharp and tipped with a small tuft of fiery red fur that gradually faded into a light red near the hairline.

“That’s the smart fur,” said the second clone, following him in from the balcony, pointing at the red tuft on Ling Zhuo’s beast ears, then sliding a finger to the fur inside the ear: “And that’s the stubborn fur.”

The ear tips had only a little bit of fur, while the ear folds had long, thick fur.

The clone’s head blocked the screen entirely; Mota helplessly pushed it aside. “Did he teach you that again?”

“Mm-hmm,” the second clone’s icy gray eyes blinked seriously, nodding: “So the wife is both stubborn and not very smart.”

“…”

Mota glanced between his clones and the sleeping figure on the screen, feeling a headache: “Don’t say that about him.”

“But such a wife is cute~” The usually expressionless clone was watching the screen and even smiled a little, lips pressed, looking slightly shy.

Mota had no energy to argue further. Thinking it was better to join than fight, he followed the clone’s wording: “Don’t say it like that — it’s my wife.”

“Mm,” the clone nodded obediently and changed his words after the correction: “Your wife is really cute~”

Mota: ???

Why did that sound even weirder? It was like he was forced to write some forbidden romance.

The main body fell silent. The second personality immediately took over half the body, his right eye becoming a double-pupil, squinting unhappily:

“Hah, shameless! I was the first to fall for her, so why is she yours now?”

“She’s mine.”

He’d said it already, and since only he himself knew, Mota didn’t change his words.

The second personality was furious: “Why? Just because you dreamt about it?”

“Then what? You’re not even real…”

“Let me out! I’ll fight you!”

“…Boring. Go back.”

Mota and ‘Mota’ were arguing, their expressions shifting from cold to furrowed brows in anger. The second clone had never seen this scene and stared curiously at the main body.

After a while, he realized that they were fighting over their wife. His brow furrowed, trying to think hard, then raised his hand:

“Um, can you guys spare me some of your wife?”

He liked her too — that fragrant, fluffy tail looked so cuddly, he wanted to hold it in his arms.

“…”

“I told you not to say that — it’s rude…” Mota automatically corrected his clone, then realized that he himself had been influenced and also called her that, so he was speechless.

While they were talking, the fox ears on the sleeping figure on the screen twitched slightly. Mota immediately fell silent.

Through the chameleon’s eye, Mota saw Ling Zhuo’s delicate face partially buried in the pillow.

He was probably not sleeping well, frowning even in his dreams. His eyelashes, similar in color to his hair, twitched occasionally.

He wore a white T-shirt used as pajamas, which looked a bit loose and ill-fitting, the hem slightly long, covering his thighs. A fluffy, fiery red tail passed between his snow-white legs, curling around his chest, held in his arms like a pillow.

A sleeping posture lacking much sense of security.

From this angle and distance, the chameleon must be standing on his bedside table.

He actually felt comfortable bringing Eh Nuo back to the dorm, probably unaware it had a camera.

Now watching him like this felt like perverse voyeurism, impolite and disrespectful.

But…

Mota’s gaze slowly moved down from Ling Zhuo’s face on the screen, passing his collarbones, shoulders, the hollow of his waist, and finally stopped on his exposed long legs.

His ankles were slender, the bone lines clear and beautiful. Relaxed leg muscles looked very touchable, perfect for resting on a shoulder or wrapping around a waist…

Biting his canine unconsciously, Mota savored the moment with a perverse pleasure, feeling quite vile but unable to resist.

His lower abdomen tightened painfully, craving to fiercely, relentlessly possess him.

But also wanting to tease and caress him gently.

Some places stirred just by gazing at them like this, beginning to awaken.

Each time, the excitement grew.

Images, some nasty and decadent, came automatically without effort.

“Damn…” His husky voice muttered quietly.

Mota raised his hand to support his forehead, feeling himself becoming more and more like a pervert in front of this fox.