"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Taking Advantage to Touch My Wife! Despicable!

Someone wants to capture my younger siblings?
That’s just asking for death!

Ling Zhuo’s expression turned cold, murderous aura surging out uncontrollably. His hand tightened on the phone, knuckles whitening, but because he was still on the call, his voice softened:
“I understand. Don’t be afraid, Brother will be home soon.”

He comforted his younger siblings while instructing them to hide without a moment’s delay. Tossing Xia Man’s coat onto the back of a chair, he quickly changed into his own coat and rushed out of the association to head to the station.

He moved so fast and strangely that no one at the base even noticed he had left.

…

After leaving his dorm, Mota immediately gathered a team, including his tall and rugged subordinate Lulu, and headed straight to the mission site. During the trip, Lulu kept glancing at him with a look that seemed like she wanted to say something but held back.

Finally, she couldn’t resist:
“Captain, people in the group chat said you’re a pervert…”

Mota: “???”

Probably because his cold gray eyes naturally gave off a distant vibe, Lulu thought he was upset and hurriedly shook her head:
“N-no, nothing…”

She silently prayed the captain wouldn’t open the group chat.

…

The mission site wasn’t far—a large shopping mall about a 15-minute drive from the association.

On the ground floor’s commercial plaza, there was a lottery event hosted by merchants that evening, attracting many people.

Before it started, three nearby college students successively showed symptoms of shortness of breath, nosebleeds, and one after another fainted.

When the patrol staff responsible for the area went to check, the three suddenly began to twist and swell painfully for several minutes, then one after another transformed into nearly three-meter tall abominations. The patrol staff preliminarily judged them as C-rank mutants.

The association immediately received notification. The local security department also arrived to assist in evacuating the crowd. However, human curiosity is endless—those who initially panicked saw people wearing gold earrings and uniforms blocking the way, assumed there was no danger, and crowded back around the stairwell to watch.

Two execution department agents in black uniforms, wearing black muzzle masks, hurried to the scene but were immediately blocked at the stairwell on the ground floor by the crowd of onlookers.

On the plaza, the three mutated creatures were looking around, seeking targets to attack. The desire to feed caused saliva to continuously drip from their sharp, sawtooth mouths.

Patrol and security personnel formed a circle with their weapons, slowly retreating to keep distance. But the crowd behind them was dense. Someone lost footing and bumped forward, causing a security staff member to stumble and fall near one of the mutated creatures.

“Plop.”

The monster’s drool dripped onto the person’s head.

He raised his head in terror and locked eyes with the already inhuman mutant.

The cruel, food-seeking gaze and disgusting appearance were horrifying.

“Ah—!!” The fearful staff member screamed, and the crowd panicked.

…

“Psychic ability, ‘covering the eyes’!”

Amid the piercing screams, a rough voice ordered, and Lulu appeared at the stairwell overlooking the first floor. Greenish flowing light shimmered around her body, forming a semi-transparent barrier that enclosed the space where the three mutants were.

In an instant, the mutants vanished from everyone’s sight, as if something had blinded their eyes.

Suddenly, a mercury bullet fired from an unexpected angle—bang!—striking the mutant closest to the fallen security staff member.

Bl00d splattered, scorching the terrified man sitting there. Before he could get up, two more shots rang out—precise and decisive. The other two monsters collapsed as well.

Only three shots in total, each hitting the mutants’ neck glands precisely, killing them instantly.

The onlookers saw nothing, only hearing the gunshots and the abrupt end to the creatures’ roars.

Mota holstered his gun, perched on the second floor railing with one long leg bent, then gave Lulu a hand signal. Lulu immediately turned on the loudspeaker.

…

“Execution Department mission in progress, all unrelated personnel please evacuate immediately!”

The cold electronic voice echoed through the plaza. Hearing it was an A-Association Execution Department operation, the crowd dispersed quickly and orderly.

The federal government has strict regulations forbidding any individual or organization from interfering with execution officers on duty. Violators face detention or imprisonment.

In truth, the area should have been cleared from the start, but the emergency left no time. Otherwise, the security staff’s heads might have been torn off.

Balancing rescuing people and preventing bystanders from witnessing excessively bloody scenes that could cause psychological trauma, Mota relied entirely on Lulu’s psychic memory of the mutants’ positions to blindly shoot accurately.

…

After the crowd left and the first floor fell silent, Lulu lowered her ability and climbed down for a scene inspection.

Mutations don’t happen without cause. Normal differentiation can’t cause such extreme changes—someone must have illegally used catalysts or performed forbidden gland transplants.

The event’s organizer would be interrogated, and the students’ parents and schools contacted for further investigation.

…

After finishing, Mota returned home late at night.

He just entered the living room without turning on the main light when his second personality’s voice popped up in his mind:
“I demand a meeting!”

With strong momentum. Unusually, the third personality also quickly chimed in:
“Meeting!”

Mimicking the tone exactly.

Even the usually quiet fourth personality appeared, his hoarse voice sharp and metallic, simply demanding:
“Meeting.”

Mota: “…”

“What do you want?”

The third personality usually got easily influenced. If he started making trouble, it was understandable—but why did the fourth personality join in?

This personality was special, mostly silent and cold-blooded, only called out in extremely tough situations—like when facing Qin Mo.

After his question, the second personality still sounded determined:
“Today’s matter is serious, we must have a meeting!”

“?” Mota grew more confused.
“Though these mutant students are a serious issue, the association has arranged an investigation. It’s probably infiltration from external groups; after finding the clues, they’ll handle it. No need for a meeting.”

The second personality snorted coldly:
“Hmph, that’s not the issue. Let us out!”

The third personality joined:
“Let us out!”

The fourth was concise:
“Out.”

Mota fell silent, hearing the voices in his head and seriously wondering if he was crazy.

No one could stand three voices talking inside their head at once, so not long after, three versions of himself with different expressions appeared in the living room, each sitting down.

When the fourth personality emerged, Mota specifically instructed him to suppress any pheromone release—otherwise the entire neighborhood would suffer. The fourth personality nodded coldly.

…

“Ahem,” the second personality, the most eloquent, cleared his throat, frowned seriously, and pointed at Mota to accuse:
“You took advantage today to grope your wife. That’s cheating! We must hold a meeting to criticize you!”

The third personality nodded firmly:
“Condemn him!”

“…” The fourth personality made a “shut up” gesture across his neck.

The serious meeting turned out to be about this.

Mota glanced at the second personality’s double with a half-smile:
“You’ve got the nerve to say that?”

If not for him stopping it, this shameless one would have been shamelessly groping Ling Zhuo’s waist, licking his glands. Just thinking about it made him angry.

He didn’t question, but the other guy was just asking for trouble.

“Uh…” The second personality weakened and smiled, recalling the day’s pleasures with the beautiful wife.

“Hey hey~” He laughed, looking proud.

The faint smile on his stern face was like a provocation. The other three stared at him with knife-like eyes.

Mota: “Happy?”

Third personality: “Kill him.”

Fourth personality: “Kill.”

“…” Suddenly the target of the meeting’s blame turned on himself, and the second personality froze, laughing uncontrollably.

He lazily said, raising his eyebrows at the original:
“You’re the one who knows best whether I’m happy~”

After all, he was the original body, sharing all sensations—and he was the one using it.

The third personality, who hadn’t tasted it, thought for a few seconds before looking at the original with the fourth personality:
“That’s unfair!”

Apparently, only these two hadn’t felt the wife’s smooth skin, soft glands, and tight, elastic flesh.

They wanted to cuddle the wife too!

Mota: “…”

Is that really the point?

Shouldn’t the point be that licking Ling Zhuo’s glands without his consent is forbidden?

Isn’t that basically assault?

And it was precisely because his body was overly pleased that he got angrier at the second personality’s misbehavior.

If he only cared about his own pleasure, what if he hurt that fox?

…

“Anyway…” Mota sat solemnly on the sofa, warning in a slow tone:
“This kind of thing is forbidden in the future.”

“Why not? It was so pleasurable, wasn’t it?” The second personality licked his lip, his cold gray eyes full of longing and dissatisfaction with Ling Zhuo.

The other two personalities tilted their heads, also not understanding why it was forbidden.

Mota leaned back casually on the sofa, his upright figure half-shrouded in the dim light of the few night lamps, his sharp features illuminated, eyebrows furrowed seriously as he slowly explained:
“The more you cherish someone, the more you have to treat them with respect.”

The three responded with confused faces.

Second personality: “Cherish and wanting to have s3x with him are not mutually exclusive.”

He wasn’t attracted to just anyone. After so long, only that beautiful fox had caught his eye, and only with him did he act like this.

Mota: Okay, obviously you didn’t listen.

Third personality frowned in confusion: “What if I cherish touching the wife’s tail, cherish hugging him?”

Mota: Okay, this one heard but clearly didn’t get it.

Fourth personality crossed his arms and frowned silently.

Mota: Okay, this one didn’t listen at all.

These weird fellows are my personalities—what a disaster!

He was speechless and didn’t even want to continue.

The second personality crossed his arms and protested:
“Also, the kiss marks on the wife’s butterfly bone weren’t made by me! Someone lost control but now talks high and mighty—it’s too much!”

“The same!” The other two strongly agreed.

“…”

This damn meeting was pointless, and communication was so difficult, Mota seriously wondered if he was just having a meeting with himself.