Chapter 5: He Sits on Me, Soaking Wet… A Spring Dream

“That’s a very important thing for them. Giving it to a human is the equivalent of acknowledging them as a master, who can then protect them. Humans can also awaken the ‘spirit bloodline’ to command them.”

When asked by his sister, Ling Zhuo drooped his head in disappointment, “I haven’t gone to confirm it yet.” He didn’t dare, afraid that his action of biting him was the reason he was abandoned.

“You’re a fool, Second Brother!” his sister scolded him crisply before being dragged away by their third brother.

Before going to sleep, Ling Zhuo, with his fluffy tail wagging, patrolled his territory in the room to make sure all the doors and windows were locked. Then he curled up on the sofa, holding the jacket his brother had cleaned for him, and began to groom his own tail. His third brother, Ling Shang, was sleeping right beside him.

The fourth brother, Ling Mian, who was the smartest and had the best grades in the family, was still helping him write his application form. This time, without his sister’s interruptions, his handwriting was much neater. By the time he finished, his two older brothers were already asleep, nestled together. Ling Zhuo was still clutching the clothes, as if afraid someone would take them. He occasionally mumbled in his sleep, calling out the name of his human.

Ling Mian sighed softly. “But humans are bad. Big Brother was…” He stopped in the middle of his sentence, feeling a little wistful about his older brother, and wondering where he was now. The five-year-old boy pursed his lips, and two small dimples appeared on his chubby cheeks. He glanced at his two brothers on the sofa, got up, and covered them with a blanket. He then folded the application and tucked it into the uniform Ling Zhuo was to wear for work the next day before going back to his own room to sleep.

…

Mota returned to the C district, where the association was located, after midnight, having completed his mission. His villa was in a quiet, secluded area on a mountainside, with small groves of trees separating each house. Even when he returned late from a mission, he wouldn’t disturb his neighbors.

C district was closer to the north than the E district he had just come from, so the temperature was lower. It looked like it was about to snow outside, but inside, he couldn’t feel the cold thanks to the heated floors.

Mota came out after his shower wearing only a towel, most of his muscular body exposed. Water droplets, not yet wiped dry, rolled down the sharp, elegant lines of his muscles, from his broad shoulders and back, to his narrow waist, before disappearing into the towel. His semi-dry hair was a darker shade of brown, but in a bright light, it looked amber. As he lowered his head, a faint tattoo of a flying bird could be seen on the slightly protruding gland on the back of his neck, hard to spot without a closer look.

With his muzzle off, his face looked even more handsome. He had a high nose bridge, well-defined lips, and a sharp jawline. His skin was fair, but his chest, back, and arms were covered with old scars, like cracks on porcelain.

Mota poured himself a glass of water at the dining table. As he drank, he looked over the mission report Miller had sent him. The E district Social Security team leader was originally a D-class Alpha who, after attending a party hosted by a wealthy E district resident, was goaded into buying a gland-stimulating agent, which led to a secondary mutation and the current situation. This information was provided by his wife, the male Omega who had an arm eaten off, as soon as he woke up. The report was consistent with their investigation, and as requested, it omitted any information related to Ling Zhuo, so there was no need for any changes.

After replying to Miller and asking him to draw up a list of the guests at the party, Mota dried his hair and sat down on the sofa. After a moment, he opened his chat with the head of the association’s human resources and administration department. After giving his instructions, he went to bed, following his usual routine. His phone, however, which he had left on the bedside table, was just starting to get busy.

Alpha Association Work Group (Federal Mainland):

• Execution Team 1, Guangba: [Sneaking around.jpg]
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: [Hesitating to speak.jpg]
• Medical Department 03: Just spit it out!
• Execution Team 1, Lu Lu: Don’t mind him, he’s been acting strange all day.
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: Hehe, everyone, I have some shocking news about our captain!
• Reception 10: If you’re going to talk about that, I’m not tired anymore!
• Patrol Department 79: Not tired +1
• Patrol Department 08: +1
• Execution Team 2, Shaman: Oh, your captain? Tell us what happened to him! [Sends red envelope]
• Medical Department 10: Thanks, Captain Shaman!
• Medical Department 21: Thanks, Captain Shaman!
• Medical Department 03: Thanks, Captain Shaman!
• Execution Team 1, Lu Lu: You guys in the Medical Department are so fast…
• Execution Team 2, Shaman: It’s nothing. I’m still as handsome as ever today!
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: [Looking for my head.jpg]
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: Listen up! Our captain today!! Ran into an Omega in heat, with fox features, and he was super stimulating! And then our captain just… opened his mind! I saw with my own eyes that they went into a small, dark room and played a fun little interrogation game!!
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: So! Listen up, everyone! Our captain isn’t asexual! He just hadn’t met someone he liked!
• Execution Team 1, Miller: Speaking of which… I think I also heard something about a one-night stand!
• Execution Team 1, Lu Lu: ?? How come I didn’t see or hear anything?
• Execution Team 2, Shaman: Wow, wow, wow! Playing so wild! @Execution Team 1, Mota, darling, come out and tell us more! [Sends red envelope]
• Reception 10: What?! My heart is broken! My pure, unblemished, high-and-mighty Captain Mo!
• Cafeteria Team 11: Oh no! My refined, unstained-by-the-world Captain Mo!
• Security Team 21: Goodness! Which wretched Omega was it! My elegant, composed, unworldly Captain Mo!
• Medical Department 03: You guys…
• Patrol Department 32: This news sounds so fake. Is it true?
• Patrol Department 08: Hehe, taking advantage of the chaos to tag my idol, @Execution Team 1, Mota
• Medical Team 05: Taking advantage +1, @Execution Team 1, Mota
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: Wait!!
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: I forgot the captain is in the group! This is bad, bad, bad! How do I recall my message?!
• President Mu Jiqiu: It’s fine, I just kicked him out of the group. You can continue.
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: Boss!! If the captain beats me up tomorrow, you have to protect me…
• President Mu Jiqiu: I can’t promise that. I’m afraid he’ll beat me up too.
• Execution Team 1, Guangba: T_T…
• Execution Team 2, Shaman: [Sends red envelope]
• Execution Team 2, Shaman: Don’t worry, baby. I’ll pay for your medical bills in advance. Continue!
• Personnel and Administration, An Li: Actually, I just received a message from Captain Mota a few minutes ago, asking me to get some documents from the E district Social Security Department tomorrow…

This sentence caused a huge stir, and the group chat instantly had over 99 messages.

Mota, completely unaware, had fallen into a deep sleep and had a long-forgotten dream about the fox he used to keep.

In the dream, he was still the seventeen-year-old teenager living in the G district slums. It was an early spring evening with blooming peach blossoms. He had just passed the Execution Department’s assessment and was officially hired, so he was in a good mood. That day, on his way home, he took a detour to walk along the river. There was nobody by the river at that hour. Peach blossoms covered the branches, and the green grass on the ground was covered in pink petals. As he walked by, the falling blossoms covered him.

Under one tree, many complete flowers had fallen, forming a small mound. Mota casually bent down to pick one up, when the mound of flowers suddenly moved. A fiery red tail popped out unexpectedly, swatting the flower out of his hand, accompanied by a warning hiss. Mota was startled. He looked down at the small animal hidden in the pile of flowers. It was a beautiful fox with fiery red fur and blue eyes. It was crouched low, baring its fangs, and ferociously snarling at him. Its voice, though sharp, was not grating; on the contrary, it sounded a little weak. Mota hadn’t noticed when it was covered by the petals, but now he could smell a strong scent of bl00d. It was probably injured.

Mota watched for a few seconds, then knelt down and used the petals to cover it up again. The fox, realizing he wasn’t trying to hurt it but was helping it hide, curled up and stopped snarling, just watching him warily as it panted.

“It’s going to rain tonight. If you can, you should find another place to hide,” Mota said to the pile of flowers, then got up and left. On the way, for some reason, his mind was elsewhere.

It started to rain before he even got home. He couldn’t shake his worry, so he ran back to the peach tree, getting soaked in the rain. The pile of flowers was scattered on the ground, and the fox was gone. Mota thought it might have found another hiding spot, but thinking of the fox’s beautiful fur, he couldn’t help but worry. Fur of that quality could fetch a good price on the market, and on top of that, it was injured and couldn’t run away. He searched along the river and finally heard a weak whimpering under a bridge.

When Mota got there, a homeless man was lying on the ground, his face covered in bl00d and wailing. The fox he was looking for was lying nearby. It was trembling, either from fear or pain, and couldn’t move. Its eyes were barely open, but it was stubbornly baring its fangs with its bloody mouth, refusing to surrender to the human who had tried to harm it. Mota’s heart softened, and he took it home.

He was very good at treating wounds, and the medicine from the association was especially effective. The fox healed quickly and became incredibly clingy.

The scene in the dream shifted. Mota returned from a mission with the bl00d of a mutated creature on him. He didn’t immediately pet the fox’s head; instead, he quickly rinsed off and went to take a bath. The fox, thinking he was injured, was frantic outside the door. It whined and scratched at the door. Mota had no choice but to open the door and let it in, then picked it up and put it in the tub to wash it.

It was probably the first time it had ever had a bath. It was so scared its fur stood on end, and it trembled all over, whining softly and clinging to Mota’s chest, allowing him to squeeze shampoo onto its tail. The bathroom was filled with steam and a faint fragrance. Mota was lying in the tub, giving the fox a bath. As he washed it, the fox’s soft fur turned into smooth, delicate skin, and the place he was rubbing turned into a jade-like waist.

Mota opened his eyes. The fox in his arms had transformed into Ling Zhuo. He was soaking wet and naked, water dripping from the ends of his hair. His wet tail was trembling in the air as he rode on top of him. Mota saw the beautiful fox eyes he had seen during the day now half-closed, looking down at him. His face was flushed, as if the color of his hair had bled from the water. He propped his hands on Mota’s chest, his lips slightly parted, and his voice, incredibly pleasant, called out his name. Each gasp and syllable was intermittent.

Mota felt his ears tingle. A sense of both stimulation and pleasure quickly spread. The images in the dream blurred, and the silver n1pple ring he saw reflected the light with every sway. Everything made Mota’s body heat up, and all his senses were concentrated on his lower abdomen. Only one thought remained in his hazy dream. He wanted to touch his ears, to play with his tail. He wanted to bite down hard on the Omega’s slender neck, pierce his gland, and forcefully inject his own pheromones.

Mark him! Possess him!