[H] The Joy of a Scummy A Becoming an O - JSABO Chapter 6

There is a skip for Chapter 5 from the author side~

Yu Xian arched his back a little, hooking his index finger under the already short hem of his shorts, pulling them up slightly. He stopped just before the edge of his underwear became visible, revealing the pale skin of his thigh, which hinted at the curve of his ass.

With his fingers resting on that curve, his voice came out in a soft, slightly coy tone, “Mo Ze-gege, where are you staring? Is it… here?”

Mo Ze raised an eyebrow, smirking as he lifted the silenced gun in his hand and pressed the barrel against Yu Xian’s waist. “Portable restroom Omega, not everyone gets to go into heat for me. If you want to die, you can try.”

“Oh, come on, Mo Ze-gege, that’s so heartless…” Yu Xian’s slender fingers brushed over the gun barrel, his white fingertips grazing the scope as he reached for the Alpha’s hand. But before he could make contact, Da Pang suddenly rushed in and yanked him away. “Xian-ge, are you crazy?! You’re flirting with a colonel?!”

Yu Xian blinked, hearing Da Pang’s frantic voice in his ear. His hand instinctively went to rub the back of his neck, but he couldn’t stop himself from pressing hard through his jacket and tape, causing the marked gland to sting. He cursed under his breath, “Damn, I lost control again…”

“Come on, let’s go…” Yu Xian snapped back to reality, hooking his arm through Cheng Bai’an’s and leaning half his body against him. “Da Pang, give me some calming pheromones, would you…”

“I’m just saying, your scent is really strong. Being this close is kind of… grossing me out…” Cheng Bai’an muttered, but despite his complaints, he dutifully supported Yu Xian while releasing calming pheromones.

Yu Xian inhaled a couple of breaths, but the minty scent didn’t quite settle with him. He glanced over at Mo Ze, who was now standing with his head tilted back, glaring at the security camera with furrowed brows. His hair, still slightly disheveled from when Yu Xian had grabbed it too roughly earlier, gave him an unruly look.

The more Yu Xian looked, the tighter his throat felt. Has my taste become too refined? Can’t handle anything but premium goods anymore?

Mo Ze lowered his gaze, his short, chestnut hair falling over his forehead. He looked past Yu Xian, directly at Cheng Bai’an. “I need to see the security footage.”

“Colonel, my phone’s dead. But if you…” Cheng Bai’an hesitated for a second before realizing what Mo Ze had tossed him earlier. Quickly, he fumbled with the device, pressing a few buttons to project nearly five hundred surveillance feeds onto the wall.

The thin Alpha pointed at one feed that wouldn’t load. “The ninth floor’s storage room camera is broken. Colonel, do you want me to pull the footage from before it went out? It’ll take some time, but we can retrieve it.”

Yu Xian, standing by the door to keep watch, quickly interjected, “Hey, hey, hey, what’s there to see in a tiny storage room? Hurry up, someone could show up any minute.”

“Yeah, right,” Mo Ze muttered as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a storage device. “Just pull the footage from the ten minutes before it went out.”

Cheng Bai’an accepted the storage device but then heard Mo Ze say quietly, “Just extract it. If you take even a peek at the contents, I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

Cheng Bai’an’s hand trembled slightly as he nervously asked, “Wh-Why…?”

Mo Ze raised an eyebrow, his tone menacing, “Hmm? Are you questioning your superior’s orders?”

Cheng Bai’an cowered even more, his slender frame shrinking into itself as he began to tremble, “N-No… I wouldn’t dare…”

Coward, Yu Xian thought to himself as he tossed a knife up and down in his hand, wondering why Mo Ze wanted the footage. Was he planning to blackmail me for hitting on him? It’s not like he lost anything from it, so what’s he up to?

Out of the corner of his eye, Yu Xian noticed Mo Ze supervising the retrieval of the footage while scanning through the live feeds. Shit… just thinking about what happened after that camera went out… it’s making me want to rub my neck again.

Ugh! So frustrating!

I even took an inhibitor, so why…

He had found the inhibitor in the Alpha’s medical kit, and yes, the barrier tape too. But… Was the colonel using fake meds? Why didn’t they seem to work?

“The eleventh floor’s jewelry banquet hall has about a hundred hostages inside, and there are eight mercenaries,” Cheng Bai’an reported after handing the storage device back to Mo Ze. The two of them began discussing the situation, pointing out a few key surveillance feeds. “There are another five or six scattered across different floors guarding the building.”

Mo Ze handed Yu Xian and Cheng Bai’an each a small earpiece. Yu Xian slipped it into his ear, looking less than enthusiastic, and casually asked, “So, are the mercenaries still here because someone delayed the rescue team, or are they setting up bombs?”

“Both,” Mo Ze replied, rubbing his wrist. “I disabled the bombs before coming to find you, so they’re no longer a threat.” He pointed to the mercenaries on the third floor. “Now, we need to clear them out and fight our way up to the banquet hall. Omega, you’ll work with me, and Alpha, keep an eye on the cameras.”

“Work with gege? Sure~”

Yu Xian took the rifle that Mo Ze pushed into his arms, watching as the Alpha slung the sniper rifle off his back. Yu Xian clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. An Alpha with a sniper rifle… even more tempting. “You’re left-handed, right?”

Mo Ze nudged Yu Xian away with the barrel of his long-range rifle. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” Yu Xian dodged the gun and pressed himself against Mo Ze’s right side. His fingers slipped into the Alpha’s glove, tugging lightly. “I just happen to be right-handed, and my hands are so delicate… if they get hurt, what will I do? Can’t you lend me a hand? Please~?”

Cheng Bai’an, watching from behind, was so shocked his jaw nearly hit the floor. When did Xian-ge get so flirty…?! And he’s already wearing the glove, yet he’s still using that whiny tone, asking, ‘Please~?’

Cheng Bai’an’s worldview was expanding: 3S-level Alphas are terrifying, but 2S-level ones are just as scary!

Mo Ze furrowed his brow, staring at his now glove-less hand. He rubbed the spot where Yu Xian had touched his palm, muttering, “Omega, you sure are high-maintenance.” A bratty little Alpha… now that wild little beast was more like it…

Yu Xian hadn’t expected it to be this easy to get his hands on the glove. Overjoyed, he flipped the glove inside out and slipped it onto his hand, then brought it up to his nose to take a deep whiff through the fabric.

The inside of the glove, which had touched Mo Ze’s skin, wasn’t tainted with any white tea cologne. Instead, it was filled with the strong scent of his woody pheromones. Yu Xian inhaled deeply, finally feeling some of the frustration in his chest ease.

Ah… now that hits the spot…