Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 11

Wang Bupo felt like a small boat, rocking gently in the waves. Just as he got used to the rhythm of the sea and started to feel pleasantly light, the waves stopped and then capsized him, and a giant shark sank its sharp teeth into his arm.

And just like that, he was fully awake.

Awake and realizing something was very wrong with his body, especially in places he couldn’t even bring himself to name. Then he noticed he was completely naked, the bed a total mess, the floor in chaos, and the shower running in the bathroom. The room smelled of oranges and grapefruit, and… something else he couldn’t quite identify.

What the hell happened?!

Had someone… attacked him?!

No, no, that wasn’t it. He remembered everything: fighting with Fu Jing over that stupid pillow, and somehow, in the heat of the struggle, his mouth had ended up on Fu Jing’s. After that… his memory got fuzzy.

Had he gone crazy and forced himself on Fu Jing? But then why did he feel violated?

Before Wang Bupo could fully process what to do, the bathroom door opened. Fu Jing stepped out in long sleeves and pants, droplets of water trailing from his hair, his dark eyes locking onto Wang Bupo’s.

He gave Wang Bupo a single cold glance, said nothing, and bent down to tidy up the mess on the floor.

Wang Bupo tried to get up but felt weak. All he could do was glare at Fu Jing: “What the hell happened? Why the hell did you?”

Fu Jing picked up a piece of clothing and flung it at him. The calm, indifferent expression he had been maintaining vanished, replaced with a faint blush and knitted brows as he fixed Wang Bupo with a sharp stare.

“You still have the nerve to ask why I didn’t stop you during your heat?”

“Heat… my heat?” Wang Bupo was completely dumbfounded. Then he remembered the science articles he had read: in this world, there’s a second gender called Omega, and Omegas experience heat periods similar to female cats in mating season.

So that explained why his body had felt so wrong. No wonder he’d been feeling hot and thinking Fu Jing’s pillow smelled so good.

Seeing Fu Jing’s angry expression, Wang Bupo panicked internally: Oh no… I didn’t actually… force myself on him, did I?

Who knew the heat would hit this hard? He wasn’t even a native of this world; how would he have known it was his heat and not just a fever, a cold, or being a little overexcited? All he could do was slap on those pheromone-blocking patches he had bought and hope for the best. Twenty-plus years straight, and now this being overwhelmed during his heat, he felt utterly humiliated.

“Damn it!” Wang Bupo cursed as clothes hit him from every direction. He sat up, brushing them off, and glared at Fu Jing. “Then why didn’t you give me the suppressant earlier?!”

Fu Jing laughed in exasperation, amused at Wang Bupo’s audacity to blame him.

“You didn’t use the suppressant and even tore off the pheromone patches…”

He scoffed coldly, narrowing his eyes. “You should be grateful I didn’t lose control and seriously hurt you.”

Wang Bupo had no words to defend himself, face burning, frozen in place.

“Now get up and clean this mess,” Fu Jing said, leaving Wang Bupo to stew alone in the apartment.

It was Monday, but actually the first day of the National Holiday, no classes. Fu Jing had planned to rest at home, but after this incident, he was too annoyed. He decided to spend the day in the library, at least to avoid breathing the same air as Wang Bupo.

Grumbling, Wang Bupo got up, instinctively clenching his butt as he stepped onto the floor, realizing the intense sensitivity was still there. He exploded in frustration.

After nearly an hour in the shower, he meticulously reapplied his pheromone blockers, sent the messy clothes and bedding to the dry cleaners, and salvaged the breakfast that had fallen on the floor. Mentally exhausted, he still planned to train that afternoon, so he headed to an internet café that evening.

The alley café was usually quiet, and with the holiday, it was practically empty. Wang Bupo lit a cigarette, logging into his training account [Rampaging Non-Whale Gorilla], his normally lazy eyes now sharp and focused under the glow of the screen.

Instead of solo, he decided to find a sweet teammate to vent his frustration and reclaim some pride. He posted a message in the game: cpdd, sweet duo, if you’re sweet, come join.

After waiting a while with no response, he realized he was no longer the invincible top-tier player. Now he was a struggling, low-tier Platinum player, undeserving of any cute teammates.

Frustrated, he grabbed his hair and almost switched back to solo mode, but impulsively hit “match.”

A teammate actually appeared as a sweet girl in a pink princess outfit with twin brown ponytails. Wang Bupo instantly knew she was female; her username said it all: [Strawberry Little Bear Cookie]. No man would choose that name.

“Hello!” Wang Bupo typed in the team chat, dancing flamboyantly. The girl remained cold, ignoring him all the way until they parachuted onto the island map.

Meanwhile, Shi Li had finished his work and logged into his sister Shi Yi’s account, helping raise her stats. He quickly realized he’d accidentally left it in squad mode. Fine, everyone does their own thing after the drop.

They landed on a beach far from the heavily armed military base. Shi Li gathered supplies, aiming to move alone to the base, when a crisp, slightly raspy young voice came through the headset:

“Little Bear Cookie, stick with me.”

Shi Li froze, forced to stay put until the “gorilla” drove the jeep over.

On a hilltop, Wang Bupo scouted the battlefield through an 8x scope. The girl was lying beside him. They had just secured the military base and moved to a new location. Only twelve players remained alive in the circle.

Wang Bupo had 20 kills at the base, but so did the girl. He had assumed she was a basic NPC teammate, but she was deadly, a true sharpshooter. He tried to check her profile, but it was hidden.

“You play this game often?” Wang Bupo asked on voice chat.

[What’s up?] she replied in chat.

“Not often you see a girl this good.”

She stayed silent, then a gunshot rang in his ear.

Your teammate, Strawberry Little Bear Cooki, eliminated 1 wanderer with a 98k

The game ended with a final headshot victory. She even had one more kill than him.

Wang Bupo was muted, embarrassed, realizing he had been shown up. The girl didn’t need his help; he would find someone else next time.

But just as he was about to rematch, [Strawberry Little Bear Cookie] sent a friend request with a message: “Brother, can you lead me to victory again next match?”

Wang Bupo accepted.

[Let’s play together.]

Raising an eyebrow, he wondered if she was impressed by his skill. Soon, another message popped up:

[Brother, you’re so handsome, lead me!]

He knew it today; he finally felt a little vindicated.

After several rounds, the girl’s praise left him floating, until his phone rang. Fu Jing called and messaged, reminding him it was past midnight.

Someone entered the café and sat beside him, and Wang Bupo noticed the revolting smell immediately, a putrid, rotting apple odor.

Unable to stay, he quickly said goodnight to his teammate and logged off, unaware of the lecherous gaze following him as he left.