The Sickly Omega Is No Longer Pretending to Be Good/Obedient - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Lucid Dream – “Do You… Not Like Me?”

The ticking of the clock sounded out little by little, continuously burning Wen Jiangchu’s heart like a fierce flame, and Shen Qiudu’s brief moan was undoubtedly another large handful of dry fuel added to it.

Hearing the automatic lock engage on the wardrobe, Wen Jiangchu fiercely slammed his body against the center of the lock. Yet, fearing that the violent force might shatter the wood and injure Shen Qiudu, he could only strain his nerves and restrain his strength.

This extreme back-and-forth instantly sparked anger in Wen Jiangchu’s heart. His eyes darkened, his low-hanging gaze filled with dissatisfaction and resentment.

“Sh1t!”

When purchasing this wardrobe, Wen Jiangchu intended to hide some unsavory things inside, but he hadn’t expected his precious one to be in there now.

If he had known this, he shouldn’t have been so swept away and carelessly told Shen Qiudu the password.

But Wen Jiangchu knew clearly that even if time reversed and he returned to that day, he would still be unable to refuse any of Shen Qiudu’s requests.

He was already deeply involved, unable to tolerate anything that went against Shen Qiudu.

Wen Jiangchu cursed under his breath, his tall figure melting into the darkness, his body constantly heaving due to heavy panting.

He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and the veins on the back of his right hand bulged. He clenched his fist and raised it to knock on the lock area, then relentlessly hammered the same spot.

He was completely frantic now.

If anyone else were inside the wardrobe, he would definitely not be this mad, losing his composure and rationality. In fact, he wouldn’t have any worries.

But the person inside now was Shen Qiudu, who was in rut.

Every cell in his body was screaming, solely for one person: Shen Qiudu.

His fist had already lost all sensation. Pain and the intense metallic scent of bl00d drilled into his nostrils. A soft, wet feeling continuously slid down the prominent veins on Wen Jiangchu’s arm, slipping into the sleeve of his black shirt.

Fortunately, this somewhat restored Wen Jiangchu’s consciousness.

His voice hoarse, he gently leaned his hand against the red wooden board, barely concealing the agitation and anger from just a moment ago. Hearing the subtle sounds coming from inside, Wen Jiangchu immediately crouched down.

“Qiudu… Qiudu, don’t rush. I’m here. I’ll get you out right away!”

“Wen Jiangchu, I feel terrible…”

Shen Qiudu’s consciousness became completely hazy. He felt as though he was floating in a turbulent tide, constantly being struck and swept away.

The scent of Silene pheromone in the air grew stronger. Shen Qiudu couldn’t stop himself from struggling to move his body in the cramped space. Then, he placed his palm on the same position as Wen Jiangchu’s, separated only by the wooden board, gently leaned his head against the wood, and weakly lowered his eyelashes.

At that moment, Shen Qiudu felt as if his entire being was leaning into Wen Jiangchu’s embrace, separated only by a thin layer of red wood.

Hearing the silence inside, Wen Jiangchu completely panicked, incessantly pounding the red wooden board. “Qiudu, Qiudu!”

In the empty corridor, a hurried set of footsteps suddenly rang out.

Xue Shankè, holding a universal lock pick, ran hastily down the long corridor, finally pushing the door open violently, raising the lock pick against the light.

“Wen Jiangchu! The universal lock pick is here! Don’t—”

“Bang—”

A fierce shattering sound echoed through the world, completely drowning out Xue Shankè’s voice.

Inside the room, Wen Jiangchu couldn’t hear anyone’s persuasion. He gathered all his strength and kicked the lock, causing the wooden board to fall straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Damn it, he was too late again.

Xue Shankè angrily tossed the universal lock pick aside and turned to leave without hesitation.

Wen Jiangchu had no time to spare for anyone, not even noticing Xue Shankè’s presence. His entire focus was solely on Shen Qiudu in the wardrobe.

Fortunately, Shen Qiudu had moved position. He was completely curled up to one side, perfectly fitting into the narrow space formed by the fallen wooden board and the inner wall.

Wen Jiangchu swallowed. The person who was just violent and impatient now became extraordinarily cautious.

He slowly bent down toward Shen Qiudu, moved the wooden board away, and Shen Qiudu was completely exposed before his eyes—

A thin body, a pale face, tightly closed eyes, and red lips softly whispering Wen Jiangchu’s name.

Emotions erupted like a mountain torrent. His disordered mind was jolted awake. Wen Jiangchu’s body constantly trembled, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

“Qiudu, Qiudu… Can you hear my voice?”

His voice was hoarse and choked with a sob. A single tear first streamed from Wen Jiangchu’s eye, followed by a complete flood breaking the dam.

Wen Jiangchu cautiously embraced Shen Qiudu. The touch of the scalding body immediately induced an increasingly seductive atmosphere.

Shen Qiudu vaguely opened his eyes, looped his arm around Wen Jiangchu’s neck, and buried his face tightly in Wen Jiangchu’s chest. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

So comfortable.

How could it be this comfortable?

If he was going to die anyway, he should drown here forever.

He completely surrendered himself, sinking into the nest Wen Jiangchu had personally built for him, allowing his body to be filled without a single gap.

Shen Qiudu once again seized control of his body, and the trumpet vine pheromone, guided by the host’s consciousness, fully understood what to do next.

In fact, it had long understood the host’s subconscious desire, but today, it completely induced that desire to burst forth.

Thus, the trumpet vine began to exert force psychologically on Wen Jiangchu, silently penetrating his roots, climbing his body bit by bit.

By the time Wen Jiangchu realized it, it would likely be too late. The trumpet vine would have completely taken root in every part of his body, making it impossible for him to ever leave Shen Qiudu.

The incomplete scent gland became even less capable of controlling the overflow of pheromones. Coupled with Shen Qiudu’s initiative, Wen Jiangchu felt his body growing hotter and hotter, and the suppressed desire in his heart could no longer be endured.

“No, no…”

Wen Jiangchu used his last shred of reason to hypnotize himself. He stumbled to his feet, staggeringly holding Shen Qiudu, attempting to walk out of the room, to leave this nest.

But Shen Qiudu was unwilling.

He deliberately spread his legs, hanging his entire body on Wen Jiangchu, yet simultaneously allowing his strength to slacken, forcing Wen Jiangchu to use all his strength to hold him and completely refocus his attention back onto Shen Qiudu.

“Qiudu… don’t be like this. I can’t…”

Wen Jiangchu was an Alpha; of course, he knew what such a proactive Omega wanted, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time yet.

Moreover, he couldn’t do such a thing at a time like this. It would be too unfair to Shen Qiudu.

The person who would do such a thing would be too insidious and cunning!

But Shen Qiudu completely disregarded Wen Jiangchu’s words. In Shen Qiudu’s ears, his words held no certainty whatsoever.

Shen Qiudu pressed his hand against Wen Jiangchu’s chest, slightly straightened up, and then moved closer to Wen Jiangchu’s ear. His voice was soft, like a feather scraping a sensitive spot, teasing Wen Jiangchu.

“Wen Jiangchu, refusing now means you’re not an Alpha.”

Shen Qiudu whispered into Wen Jiangchu’s ear. The ambiguous, lingering scent completely stiffened his body. Wen Jiangchu dared not take another step, terrified of losing control.

But Shen Qiudu continued.

“Wen Jiangchu, do you… not like me?”