My Wife Fishes For Me Every Day - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Inch by Inch Making Him Cry — Even More Lewd Words…

The pleasure surged more and more violently. Just before the sudden rainstorm, Mota suddenly woke up.

Outside, it was already dawn. The bedroom was filled with his pheromone scent.

It was different from usual — a kind of extremely ambiguous, warm woody aroma, like a smoldering ember slowly baking a damp piece of amber at low temperature.

He breathed steadily and sat up. Looking down, the light gray homewear fabric was pushed out by a large bulge, soaked with a dark patch.

“…damn,” the alpha cursed in a husky voice, still immersed in the dream, utterly incredulous.

How could he have such a ridiculous dream? Could this be the power of an omega?

But it never happened before… Tsk, that damn fox!

He didn’t want to think about Ling Zhuo, but once he did, the images from the dream popped up again, some parts so intense mentally that he couldn’t calm down for a while.

Mota leaned against the headboard, closed his right eye, and under the thin eyelid his eyeball began to twitch lightly. When he opened it again, standing by the bedside was a man exactly like him, with both of his right eyes having double pupils.

The difference was that the latter had a smirk on his lips, with a mischievous smile.

This was one of the special abilities Mota gained during differentiation — he could create one to three clones, transferring parts of his personality or emotions onto the clone.

The more clones created, the shorter the ability could be maintained. For a single clone, the duration depended largely on the strength of the host’s energy. When a clone was dispelled, all memories and feelings experienced during the clone’s existence would sync back to the host.

However, this clone was quite special — it was his first clone. Sometimes, when he wasn’t actively using his ability, the clone would spontaneously come out and try to take over his body. The last time this happened was during the interrogation of Ling Zhuo.

“Go to the Association for me later,” Mota’s original self returned to normal, his tone turning cold as he got up and changed clothes while instructing his clone.

This ability was kept secret from the Association, making it easier for him to handle his own matters.

The clone by the bed looked down at the pants, raised an eyebrow, and smiled: “In this state?”

“That’s just inhumane~”

The original ignored him and walked out of the bedroom. The clone followed with a disappointed face: “Why not continue the dream just now? I quite liked it~ Whether the dream itself or the people in it, it felt so real to touch him. Just thinking about his skin’s texture gets me excited. I really want to lick him inch by inch until he cries…”

“His face must look really good when he cries! His skin probably turns red with just a little squeeze~ By the way, why didn’t you kiss him in the dream? I saw him gasping with his little tongue so soft it was unbelievable…”

Mota went to the bathroom; the clone followed him to the bathroom, then to the kitchen, relentlessly talking, repeatedly reminding him of the dream and even exaggerating with extremely excessive words.

The original silently finished breakfast. When the clone’s obscene descriptions became detailed enough to explain the steps for the omega in the dream to get pregnant, he finally interrupted him: “Shut up. That’s very disrespectful to him.”

“Ha ha~ What’s there to be shy about? I’m your clone, a part of you. My thoughts are your subconscious thoughts.”

The ‘Mota’ that came out blinked with light gray eyes, snatched the coffee he just made, and teased: “You just put your darker side onto me — lust, lewdness, evil. Don’t try to escape from them~”

The original’s expression remained unchanged as he glanced at him lightly: “You talk too much today.”

“That’s because I had a good dream~” the clone replied with a smile.

“Change clothes and go to the Association. Or I’ll make another clone go,” Mota, sitting at the table to make coffee again, somewhat regretted having released this clone.

Probably because this was the first clone he created when he hadn’t fully mastered his ability, it ended up having too much of his negative personality. In many ways, it acted opposite to him and even developed a strong skin-itching condition.

But it was cunning and skilled at imitating him. Except for refusing anyone to touch it (which was a bit different), it rarely got found out when replacing him at work.

Usually the clone didn’t talk much; Mota clearly knew that today’s verbosity was pure revenge.

The desire for revenge hadn’t been vented, which triggered the clone’s itching condition. You could tell from his reddened eyes and suppressed breathing.

Hearing that he wanted to switch back, the clone shrugged and grinned: “Which one do you want to switch to? The dumb one or the silent crazy one?”

“…” Mota didn’t reply, just closed his right eye, preparing to switch directly.

“Alright, I get it. I’ll go, but I need to fix the problem first, or I’ll dirty my clothes,” the clone said, conceding since it couldn’t beat the host.

Mota tossed him a suppressant; the clone held it and tossed it disdainfully: “You’re so boring.”

The clone opened the door next to the bedroom — the guest room. No guests ever came to Mota’s home, so the spare room was taken over by their clones.

He also stored some very important things there, usually guarded by clones.

The first personality ‘Mota’ entered his own room. Before closing the door, he poked his head out: “I’m going to work. What about you?”

“Today’s the fifth, need to deliver medicine to ā koon ye ma (tribe members), and this afternoon I need to go to Area E,” Mota muttered a strange phrase while looking at the clock on the wall: “There’s half an hour before work starts. Hurry up, don’t be late.”

After giving instructions, he grabbed car keys and coat and went downstairs. The clone looked out the window in shock: “What? I have to work hard going to your job? You’re going to see that omega from yesterday? How come you finally can’t resist and want to f*** him?!”

The engine started as Mota drove off, ignoring the crazy clone’s rant, heading to the outskirts of District C.

The few remaining tribe members lived there.

…

Ling Zhuo was still sleepy when he arrived at the Social Security Department in the morning. As soon as he entered the office building, he noticed people looking at him with various strange gazes.

But these people had always stared at him before, so it wasn’t strange.

He followed the crowd waiting in line for the elevator. From the conversation in front, he learned that A Association had sent someone early today, a supervisor from Human Resources, specially to collect recruitment intention forms.

This was a fresh development. In the past, the application forms were all collected by local Social Security Departments and submitted upward; no one had ever personally come down to collect them.

He also heard that the supervisor casually asked, “Is Ling Zhuo here?” which caused everyone to be extremely curious about him.

Human Resources… Ling Zhuo suddenly remembered Mota had asked him to rewrite the application yesterday. He immediately sobered up and didn’t wait for the elevator — he took the stairs up.

The usually noisy office was very quiet today. There was no sound of people playing cards. When Ling Zhuo opened the door and entered, he was surprised to find those annoying colleagues all sitting quietly at their desks, heads down, pretending to be busy.

By the window stood an A-level alpha — a woman wearing a delicate mist-blue three-piece suit, black-rimmed glasses.

She stood casually, flipping through a small stack of application forms. Her long black hair was simply tied behind her. On her chest hung a work badge with her name: An Li.

She noticed someone entering and lifted her eyes. Her gaze swept over Ling Zhuo’s red hair and face, instantly recalling the legendary ‘fox’ from last night’s group chat gossip.

He was indeed unusually handsome but not the soft, delicate omega she had imagined. This omega looked somewhat fierce.

His light blue fox-like eyes gave off a strong unhuman vibe, especially when he stared coldly, exuding an intense wild beast aura that was hard to approach.

Though an omega, he seemed more like a naturally aggressive alpha.

An Li suddenly believed the rumors from last night’s group chat and felt that such an omega was indeed capable of stirring all alphas’ desire to conquer him.

This certainty was almost confirmed as he approached. An Li slightly wrinkled her nose, smelling a faint scent of burning wood from Ling Zhuo — it was Mota’s pheromone!

A wrinkled application form was handed to her. She took it and saw that the recorded gender was alpha. She hesitated for a moment, doubting the rumors.

Quickly gathering the materials, she showed a gentle and appropriate smile: “Ling Zhuo, right? Mota mentioned you to me.”

Mota? Ling Zhuo was stunned for two or three seconds before realizing she meant Mota. His eyes curved with a smile, and the frost on him instantly blossomed like flowers, making him much brighter: “He talked about me?”

“Yeah, he said you’re quite capable and looks forward to your performance in the Execution Department,” An Li slightly blushed.

Actually, Mota’s exact words last night were: “There’s a promising talent, quite suitable for the Execution Department, but he seems unpopular in his current department. I’m worried his application will be blocked again, so please personally come over.”

“Mota praised me! He’s so nice!” Ling Zhuo happily murmured, looking more favorably at the lady.

An Li glanced at her watch: “I have to go now. The selection results will be out in about three days. We’ll arrange a car to pick you all up.”

After she left, the few Social Security colleagues who had suppressed their energy all morning immediately perked up, gathering in disbelief.

“Damn, did I hear that right? That was Mota? He knows him?”

“OMG, I was so scared just now. No wonder people from the Association have such a strong pressure, I didn’t dare to look up…”

“Help, did I say bad things about Ling Zhuo before and offend him?”

“…”

They looked at each other, all understanding clearly: yes, and quite a lot too.

Even more lewd talk…

The group’s whispers gradually fell silent.

Ling Zhuo’s attention, as always, wasn’t on them. His phone rang, showing it was Aunt Wu — his landlord and agent.

Aunt Wu was also an omega. After her husband passed away, she inherited a large fortune, had financial security, a wide social network, and a warm heart. Over time, she learned of well-paid and relatively safe jobs to recommend to omegas who had difficulty finding work and were at risk of being trafficked.

When Ling Zhuo first came to Area E, he took jobs from her, and he still earned extra money that way.

“Hello, Aunt Wu,” he answered the phone outside.

The woman’s voice was strong and fast: “Xiao Zhuo, my friend’s place had some trouble, got a bit messy. You should go clean it tonight, bring plenty of cleaning supplies, and throw away everything on the second floor, including clothes and all the little things in drawers. He can’t move his hands. I’ve already transferred the deposit to you. When done, send me a video, then I’ll transfer the rest. Work carefully, Aunt Wu trusts you. That’s all.”

After finishing, the call ended. Ling Zhuo tapped clumsily on his phone and opened a chat window — there was a transfer of 20,000 yuan and an address.

He looked at the address and felt like he had seen those characters before, familiar somehow. When he returned to his office desk, he was even more puzzled.

Within just a few minutes, his corner desk was piled high with colorful packages — all things he didn’t recognize.

Social Security colleagues: apology gifts.

Ling Zhuo: Who dumped garbage on my desk?