[H] The Joy of a Scummy A Becoming an O - JSABO Chapter 13

The villa Mo Ze owned was located in a suburban area, slightly remote, but the breeze in the early morning, rustling through the trees and flowing into the house, brought a refreshing calm that was different from the noise of the city center.

It was still early, but only Yu Xian remained lying on the bed, his eyes half-open, still clearly hazy with sleep.

He had a nutrient tube in his mouth, which seemed to have just been replaced. He took a few sips, inhaling deeply through his nose to take in the soothing pheromones Mo Ze had left in the air.

Hmm… feels nice…

He wiggled his fingers, about to rub his eyes, but then noticed the medicine smeared on his knuckles. After thinking for a moment, he recalled it was from the punch he threw in the garage. His eyebrows raised slightly: If the ointment had been applied any later, the wound would’ve healed without a trace. Do I really seem that fragile? Tsk, this cute little babe, such an unnecessary gesture.

Yu Xian got up in one swift motion, not bothering with shoes, grabbing a random blanket and wrapping it around his waist as he headed out.

After just a few steps from the bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks, unable to move any further.

Originally, he thought Mo Ze had left, but when he turned his head, he saw the man sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a black silk nightgown with a couple of buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his well-defined chest. Mo Ze frowned slightly as he leaned back against the couch, a laptop resting on his raised knee, completely focused on whatever he was reading.

Yu Xian instinctively squeezed his thighs together, swallowing the rest of his nutrient fluid with a gulp. His breathing became heavy: What the… early in the morning, and you’re seducing me again?

“What are you just standing there for…?” Mo Ze, flipping through some electronic documents in the living room, glanced up and saw Yu Xian wobbling out from the bedroom only to freeze in place, looking a bit dumbfounded.

Before he could finish his question, Yu Xian was already walking straight toward him. Mo Ze quickly shifted the laptop from his knee to the coffee table as the naked man straddled his lap.

Yu Rui had once complained about his younger brother Yu Xian’s infamous morning temper, which wasn’t exactly surprising: Little Master Yu had always been fond of sleeping in, but later, training forced him into an early rising routine. No matter how tired he was, he would naturally wake up. Combine that with his already fiery temper, and if someone was around when he woke up groggy, they were bound to get into a fight before he settled down.

Mo Ze remembered this detail, which was why he had put a decent-tasting nutrient drink in Yu Xian’s mouth earlier. But now, the fact that this little guy was snuggling into his arms came as a bit of a surprise.

Hmm?

Where’s that infamous… morning temper?

Was this little guy… being affectionate?

Just as Mo Ze was about to reach out and ruffle Yu Xian’s messily tousled bedhead, something cold pressed against his abs, pulling his robe open a bit more. The next thing he knew, something hot was rubbing against his stomach.

Yu Xian, with the nutrient tube still in his mouth, spoke in a muffled voice, “Mmm… morning wood, it’s so hard… can’t… mmm… can’t pee, need… need to use this… for a bit…”

His erection was pressed against Mo Ze’s sculpted abs, rubbing up and down like using a washboard. The heat coming off his cock made it feel like it could burst into flames.

Yu Xian let out a satisfied sigh: Hehe, dream come true, dream come true. No underwear in the way, rubbing my dick on this washboard… feels amazing, the texture is so damn good…

“……”

Mo Ze couldn’t quite comprehend this maneuver, but ever since he saw Yu Xian step out of the bedroom, bare-chested, covered in the marks he had left on him, he had already been hard.

Now, with the naked man straddling his lap, watching the muscles on his thighs and stomach flex and contract with each breath, Mo Ze was harder than ever.

He desperately wanted to fuck this sexy body senseless.

Mo Ze’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to suppress his desire, rubbing his forehead in restraint. “Can you really cum like this? How about I help you?”

Yu Xian finished off his nutrient tube in one go, spitting out the empty container before dropping his head onto Mo Ze’s shoulder, panting, “I… mm, I can. I just… mmm, want to rub… rub my cock on… your abs…”

Mo Ze chuckled softly, “A washboard, huh? So, are you washing your dick?”

“N-no…” Yu Xian pressed down harder, his mouth moving to suck on Mo Ze’s earlobe as his hips bucked, “Hah… I’m using… my cum to… wash your… abs…”

The body in his arms trembled, and after a few grunts, Yu Xian held his breath, shivering as his body tensed and then collapsed, boneless, into Mo Ze’s lap.

Mo Ze leaned his head back, pulling his earlobe free from Yu Xian’s mouth. He pressed Yu Xian down onto the sofa. “Had your fun? Isn’t it my turn now?” He wiped his fingers through the slick cum on Yu Xian’s belly, then grabbed his ass, sliding his cum-covered fingers between the cheeks, reaching for that wet entrance.

“Wait—” Yu Xian braced himself against the sofa, trying to move away, but those fingers followed, plunging deep inside. His back arched as he gasped, “Fuck,” and collapsed back onto the couch.

Mo Ze’s eyes darkened to a deep red as his other hand circled around to Yu Xian’s neck, massaging the soft skin, while his fingers inside him alternated between deep and shallow thrusts, mimicking the rhythm of fucking, teasing the little Alpha’s most sensitive spots until his body turned into a puddle of heat.

“Mmm… so good, so fucking good…” Yu Xian moaned, his hand instinctively reaching for his cock, which was still half-soft after just cumming. But before he could touch it, something even harder and bigger pinned his hand down.

Yu Xian’s fingers curled around the thickness through the thin fabric of Mo Ze’s pants, giggling as he squeezed, “Heh, your big buddy’s all hard again, huh? Want more?”

“What, is there a problem?”

“Um… maybe?”

“Hm?”

“Uh…” Yu Xian tugged at Mo Ze’s waistband, pulling out the Alpha’s rock-hard cock, his fingers tracing around the head as he said, “Babe, at your age, after cumming this many times, are you sure you can still go?”

Mo Ze’s movements stilled. “At my age,” he thought—was he really being called… old?

Yu Rui, at 34, might be considered an “old man” by his little brother Yu Xian, and that could be brushed off. But Mo Ze was only 27, just six years older than Yu Xian. Did that really make him “old”?

A hint of hurt flashed in Mo Ze’s eyes, and he sighed as he withdrew his fingers from Yu Xian’s wet hole, giving himself a few rough strokes. “You’ve got two days left of vacation, right?”

“Huh? You’re asking that again? I already told you…” Yu Xian pouted, unsatisfied with Mo Ze pulling out, and tried to push his hand back down to where it had been. “Where are you going? I was just kidding, I wasn’t trying to insult you! Don’t be so petty! Just touch me again…”

Mo Ze pulled his hand away, pressing down on Yu Xian’s belly as he leaned over him, his eyes gleaming as he spoke in a low voice, “I’m not going anywhere… I just want to see…”

With that, he thrust his cock against Yu Xian’s hole, pushing inside.

“Which one of us gives out first—you, or me.”

Holy shit!

Yu Xian’s body jolted, and he could see that look in Mo Ze’s eyes again—the same competitive gleam he’d seen yesterday. Last time, that hadn’t ended well.

He kicked his legs, trying to escape, but Mo Ze grabbed him, slamming into him with wild thrusts. Yu Xian started panicking, his voice shaky, “No, no, no—ah, wait… that’s not what I… ahh, slow down! Please! I wasn’t serious! Fuck!!!”

Mo Ze flipped Yu Xian onto his stomach, pulling him back by the legs as he pounded into him from behind, his heavy voice filled with lust, “Relax… don’t scream…”

“Not this… ah, not this position again… I’m really gonna… fuck…” Yu Xian’s face was pressed into the leather sofa, his hands clawing at the cushions as pleasure threatened to tear him apart. “You’re going so fast, stop… slow down… fuck, slow down…”

Mo Ze reached for a fresh nutrient tube, popping it open and pushing it into Yu Xian’s mouth, continuing to thrust hard. As he looked down at his cock, glistening from the juices of Yu Xian’s greedy hole, plunging into the flushed red flesh, he murmured, “Two days… we stop when one of us passes out.”

Wait, what?

Yu Xian spatMo Ze’s house was a villa in the suburbs, slightly remote but peaceful, with a refreshing calmness different from the noisy city center as the morning breeze blew through the trees and into the house.

It was still early, but the bed held only Yu Xian, lying face down, his eyes half-open, still looking a bit dazed.

A nutrient straw dangled from his mouth, seemingly fresh, and he took a few sips before inhaling deeply, filling his nose with the Alpha’s soothing pheromones lingering in the air.

Mmm… feels kinda nice…

He moved his fingers, about to rub his eyes when he noticed the medicine smeared on his knuckles. It took him a moment to remember the punch he’d thrown in the garage. His brows lifted slightly: That ointment’s working fast—if applied any later, the wound would’ve been barely visible. Do I look like someone this fragile? Tsk, tsk, my cute little darling, making such a fuss.

Yu Xian got up in one swift move, not bothering to put on shoes. He grabbed a blanket, draping it around his waist, and wandered out of the bedroom.

But after a few steps, he stopped in his tracks, unable to move forward.

He had assumed Mo Ze had left, but then he glanced over and saw him lounging on the living room sofa. Mo Ze was wearing black silk pajamas with two buttons undone, revealing the faint outline of his toned chest. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he leaned back, one knee supporting a laptop, completely absorbed in whatever he was looking at.

Yu Xian’s legs pressed together as he swallowed down the rest of his nutrient drink, his breathing growing heavy. This… this… first thing in the morning, isn’t this just another way of seducing me?

“What are you standing there for—” Mo Ze glanced up from the electronic documents in his lap, noticing Yu Xian staggering out of the bedroom before coming to a stop.

Before he could finish his question, Yu Xian had already walked over. He slid the laptop off Mo Ze’s knee and onto the coffee table, then straddled his lap, completely naked beneath the blanket.

When Yu Rui had once grumbled about this little brother, Yu Xian, it wasn’t surprising. Little Yu had always loved sleeping in, but later got forced into an early wake-up routine through training. No matter how tired he was, he would wake up naturally. So now, if he woke up without getting to ease into the day, he’d always be itching for a fight.

Remembering this, Mo Ze had put a tasty nutrient drink in his mouth to keep him content. But this sudden dive into his arms was a bit unexpected.

Huh? Where’s the morning grumpiness?

Is this kid… acting cute?

Just as Mo Ze was about to lift a hand to ruffle the messy curls on Yu Xian’s head, he felt a sudden chill on his abdomen. His pajama shirt had been pulled open slightly, and something hot pressed against his stomach.

Yu Xian, still sucking on the nutrient straw, mumbled, “Mmm… morning wood, it’s so hard… can’t pee, so… mm… just gonna borrow this for a bit…”

The rigid member was pinned against Mo Ze’s defined abs, grinding back and forth like a washboard. The friction was enough to feel the heat, like a fire was about to ignite.

Yu Xian sighed contentedly: Hehe, dream come true, dream come true. Didn’t rub against any underwear—just grinding his cock. Not bad at all, what a feel…

“…”

Mo Ze didn’t quite get what was going on, but as soon as Yu Xian had strutted out, topless and covered in the marks Mo Ze had left, he had already been hard.

Now, with Yu Xian fully nude, straddling his lap, and the rise and fall of his muscular abdomen making his taut physique even more evident, Mo Ze was at his limit.

All he wanted was to ravage this sexy body until it broke.

Mo Ze’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he held back his desire, rubbing his temples in restraint. “You think you’ll cum like this? Want me to help?”

Yu Xian sucked down the last of the nutrient drink, spitting out the empty tube before resting his head on the Alpha’s shoulder, panting. “I… mm, I got it. I just… just wanna use my cock to… grind your… uh… washboard…”

Mo Ze chuckled. “Washboard? So, what, you’re washing your cock?”

“No…” Yu Xian pressed harder against him, his lips finding Mo Ze’s earlobe. As he licked and thrust his hips, he muttered, “Mm… I’m washing your washboard… with my cum…”

After a few gasps and some shuddering convulsions, Yu Xian stiffened, his body tightening briefly before melting like jelly onto Mo Ze.

Mo Ze pulled back from Yu Xian’s earlobe, which was still trapped between his lips, and pressed him into the couch. “Done playing? Isn’t it my turn now?” His slender fingers wiped through the sticky mess on Yu Xian’s belly, slipping down to grasp his ass. His cum-soaked fingers slid easily into Yu Xian’s cleft, searching for the entrance.

“Wait—” Yu Xian pushed himself off the couch, but those fingers followed him, plunging deep inside. His waist twitched, and he let out a low groan, collapsing back onto the couch.

Mo Ze’s eyes darkened to a deep red as his other hand wrapped around the back of Yu Xian’s neck, alternating between soft and firm squeezes of the flesh there, simulating the rhythm of his fingers plunging in and out. He had Yu Xian’s two most sensitive spots, his neck and his hole, aching and melting in no time.

“Uhh… so good, feels so damn good…” Yu Xian moaned, reaching for his half-soft cock. Before he could get his hand there, another hard, restrained erection, still tucked inside sleep pants, pressed down on him.

Yu Xian curled his fingers around the thick outline through the thin fabric, scrunching up his nose with a cheeky laugh. “Whoa, your big guy’s so hard again, huh? You still want more?”

“What, is there a problem?”

“Well… I mean… maybe?”

“Hm?”

“I mean…” Yu Xian tugged down Mo Ze’s waistband, pulling out his massive erection, and circled his thumb around the head. “Babe, you’ve cum so many times already. Can you really go again at your age?”

Mo Ze’s hands froze mid-motion. “At my age,” huh? Was he… being called old?

Sure, it made sense for Yu Rui, at 34, to fall under the category of “old men” in his younger brother’s eyes.

But Mo Ze was 27—only six years older than Yu Xian. Did that make him old too?

His gaze turned slightly wounded, and with a sigh, he pulled his fingers out of Yu Xian’s wet hole, giving his cock a few firm strokes instead. “You’ve got two days left of vacation, right?”

“Huh? Why’re you asking again? I already told you…” Yu Xian grumbled, frustrated at the sudden withdrawal, and grabbed Mo Ze’s hand to guide it back between his legs. “What are you mad about? I was just messing around. Don’t be so sensitive! C’mon, just touch me a little more…”

Mo Ze shook off his hand and pressed down on Yu Xian’s abdomen, leaning over him with a smirk. “I’m not mad. I just…”

With that, he positioned himself at Yu Xian’s entrance and thrust in, deep. “…want to see who gives out first—me or you.”

Holy shit!

Yu Xian’s body shuddered as he caught a glimpse of that fierce glint in Mo Ze’s eyes. He’d seen that same look just yesterday, and the outcome? Not good!

His legs flailed, trying to escape, but Mo Ze yanked him back, pinning him down and slamming into him with ruthless force. Yu Xian started to panic, his voice quivering. “No, no… ugh… wait—! I didn’t mean it! Slow down! Please, slow down, fuck! Ah!”

Mo Ze gripped Yu Xian’s legs, flipped him over onto his stomach, and pushed him down into the couch. The way Yu Xian’s tight hole gripped him sent Mo Ze over the edge, and he spilled a bit of his load with a growl, his voice rough. “Ugh… good boy, don’t make a fuss…”

“Not this… ah, not this position again… I’m really gonna… ugh!” Yu Xian’s ass stuck up, his face buried into the leather couch. His fingers curled, clawing at the fabric as he moaned, nearly tearing through the upholstery. “You’re going too fast, I just came… slow down! Please, fuck, slow down…”

Mo Ze grabbed a tube of nutrient drink, popped it open, and shoved it into Yu Xian’s mouth before resuming his vigorous thrusting. He looked down at his cock, glistening as it pounded in and out of Yu Xian’s thoroughly used, flushed red hole. “We’ve got two days… whenever you pass out, we’ll stop.”

What the hell?

Yu Xian spat out the nutrient drink, his moans breaking apart as his body trembled. Staring up in shock at the Alpha, he managed to croak out, “What… ugh… what do you mean? You can’t… you’re not really planning to fuck me for two days straight, are you?!”

Mo Ze nodded and slapped Yu Xian’s ass. “Bingo.”

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“Xian-ge!” From a distance, a round-faced Chen Bo’an (Da Pang) ran over excitedly. “Wow, Xian-ge, what’s with the new look?”

Yu Xian shot him a glare, hands in his pockets, continuing to walk forward. “Grown-up stuff, don’t worry about it.”

“You? A grown-up?” Da Pang eyed the bandages that were wrapped all the way up to Yu Xian’s chin and rubbed his nose. He muttered quietly to himself, “Heh, the only thing grown about you is your temper.”

“I swear to god, I’ll—” Yu Xian raised his fist, ready to land a punch on Da Pang’s face. But someone rushed in, grabbing Yu Xian’s arm just in time. “Come on, Xian, Da Pang’s just a wimp. What’s the point in beating him up? Chill out, okay? You’ve been gone for a few days, and all the new recruits in your team have been missing you like crazy.”

Yu Xian glanced at Xu Zhou, the captain of Yin Hu, then at Da Pang, who was cowering and covering his head. He huffed, withdrawing his hand. “What’s there to miss? They’re itching for a fight with me?”

“Well, you did get promoted to captain of Yin Lang at a pretty young age. Most of the team’s older than you, so you can see why some might not respect you. But hey, you seem to enjoy kicking their asses, right?”

At the word “kicking ass,” Yu Xian twitched, swallowing hard as he forced himself to shake off the echo of Mo Ze’s voice from the past two days. He steeled himself, turning to Xu Zhou. “Xu Dog, why are you here anyway?”

“Colonel Mo just arrived. All the captains are gathering to greet him. I happened to run into you, so I figured we could go together.”

“What’s there to greet him for?” Yu Xian shrugged off Xu Zhou’s hand and strode off quickly. “I’m busy! If you guys wanna go, suit yourselves. I need to check on the new recruits. Don’t bother me. Bye, bye, bye!”

Xu Zhou and Da Pang exchanged glances.

Xu Zhou elbowed Da Pang. “Hey, Da Pang, do you think Xian really has beef with the Colonel? Looks like he does.”

“Dude, you have no idea!” Da Pang exclaimed, then glanced around cautiously. “But you gotta promise not to tell anyone, okay?”

Xu Zhou nodded eagerly. “Of course, of course. My lips are sealed.”

Da Pang leaned in and whispered, “If I hadn’t been there at the Guanghe Hotel that day, I wouldn’t have believed how slutty Xian-ge could get, pretending to be an Omega. He got so slutty that Colonel Mo literally doused him with a shower of ‘piss.’ He tried to run, but Mo Ze tracked his location and caught him again.

I don’t know what happened after, but man, just thinking about how Xian-ge was shouting ‘Mo Ze gege’ while the Colonel’s face turned black cracks me up every time.

Hahaha… I swear, I think the Colonel was totally into Omega Xian-ge, only to realize he’s a full-on Alpha…”