Chapter 8: The hand has already touched Fu You's clothes...

After turning off three alarm clocks in a row, Fu You finally propped himself up from the bed.

The sky outside the window was still dark—the kind of darkness just before dawn. Fu You leaned against the headboard and glanced at the time on the monitor.

Four past five in the morning.

He returned home from Vaughan Manor close to midnight last night.

I drank too much alcohol and the wound that has never healed is itchy and painful. Maybe it is inflamed.

Fu You's face looked bad. He pinched the glands hidden under the skin at the back of his neck - it was also hot there.

A burning sensation that made his limbs tired and he longed to be touched and embraced.

It has remained like this since being marked.

The only source of light in the bedroom was the monitor on the bedside, which was full of information about Fuyou's schedule for the day.

Now that he has reached a cooperation with Genna and plans to overthrow Grand Duke Longbardi, he has no time to waste.

The cold fluorescent light of the electronic device clearly illuminated the outline of the young man on the bed, and a gray color almost like boredom settled in his narrow and long green eyes.

Just when Fu You had swallowed half a bottle of inhibitor, the servant finally knocked on his door respectfully.

"Come in." Fu You ordered coldly, his voice slightly hoarse with fatigue.

The sound made the tall male servant waiting outside the door feel numb in his ears.

He had just arrived at Beaumont House, and this was his first day on the job. Before he arrived, he had long heard that the Earl was a man of sweet words but a sharp tongue, a man as moody as a venomous snake.

Therefore, the servant's impression of his master, whom he had never met, still remained that he had an ugly image.

But, this gentleman’s voice is so nice.

Her voice was many times better than the popular omega singer's voice on the screen outside.

The servant's initial uneasiness instantly transformed into an inexplicable sense of restraint. He murmured a response and pushed open the bedroom door.

In the pitch-black room, the silhouette of the young man on the bed was illuminated by fluorescent light, emitting a cold sheen. Just his back was so beautiful that no words could describe it.

He slowly turned his head to look at the servant. His golden hair was scattered on the side of his face, and his face was as cold and white as fine porcelain, but for some reason a faint red hue appeared at the corners of his eyes.

simply……

He is just like an omega husband waiting to be loved by his lover.

The servant stood there in shock, forgetting to react for a moment.

The servants in Beaumont Mansion were all betas, so they couldn't smell the dangerous and extremely tempting scent of black roses that filled the air.

But even so, he still stared blankly at the handsome young man on the bed.

Fu You looked at the unfamiliar-looking servant who had not moved for a long time, thinking that the other party was frightened by his title as the Count of Viper.

He curled his lips slightly, looked down at the other person with his emerald eyes, and asked, "Why are you standing there?"

A smile was clearly visible on that beautiful face, but in the darkness, her long, emerald eyes took on a coldness, almost like that of glass.

The servant shuddered, then belatedly realized the identity of the beauty before him. He hurried forward in panic: "I'm sorry, my lord!"

Fu You looked at him quietly with his eyes downcast, without saying a word, and just let the tall servant who no longer dared to look him in the eye change his clothes for going out today.

Fu You's hair is very long, hanging below her shoulders. It is soft and smooth, and when it is spread out, it looks like a piece of expensive golden silk.

The servant's broad fingers twisted the hair and helped his master to style his hair. He was not a clumsy guy. He had served several noble masters before coming to Beaumont House.

However, no one is like this Earl.

Even each strand of hair was so beautiful, cold and wrapped around his fingers, emitting a fragrance that made his fingertips numb.

It was like a small snake with smooth scales, constantly drilling into his palm.

The male servant was distracted and accidentally pulled Fu You, causing him to groan.

The servant came to his senses immediately, a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

He immediately knelt down and begged his master for forgiveness in a panic.

Fu You: "...Forget it, just leave."

When Fu You was the only one left in the bedroom, he sat in front of the mirror, looked at himself, and found nothing wrong, then he opened the jewelry box beside him.

The ring and earrings lay flat in the box. Fu You casually opened the family heirloom ring, which was cherished by Gena more than his life, and took out his earrings.

After putting on the earrings, Fu You moved the ruby ​​in the snake's mouth, and then finally rubbed the place that was hurt by the servants.

At times like this, I kind of miss Blake.

In any case, the male protagonist is indeed very thoughtful and considerate when serving others.

Thinking of the male protagonist, Fu You sighed regretfully, and at the same time asked in his consciousness: [System, tell me about the male protagonist Blake's recent situation.]

After several seconds, the system's electronic voice finally sounded. The report was precise: [Yes. It has been detected that the male protagonist has left the primary planet and is gathering forces on various remote planets. Congratulations, host. The rebellion is expected to accelerate by 3-5 years compared to the original plot. I wish you a smooth cleanup.]

Fu You listened without any expression of joy, he just casually opened a bottle of nutrient solution.

This convenience food from the interstellar era could provide daily energy needs, but the taste was unappealing, almost like drinking liquid cement.

It’s not that Fu You has any masochistic tendencies, but he has made too many enemies, and there are at least eight hundred people who want to poison his food every day.

Although this thing tastes bad, at least it won’t kill you.

...It's just too hard to drink.

After taking two puffs, Fu You threw the bottle aside in disgust and prepared to get up and leave.

However, just stood up straight.

A strong feeling of dizziness, accompanied by burning, quickly swept through Fuyou's entire body!

Fu You's pupils narrowed, and his thin body shook. He instinctively covered his mouth, but his uncontrollable rapid breathing continued to flow out through his fingers.

At the same time, the pain continued to spread along the wound. Fu You staggered and fell back into the chair, one hand tightly gripping the armrest, the corners of his eyes becoming increasingly red due to the sudden hot flash.

The wet, red warmth spread little by little on Fu You's newly changed shirt, but Fu You had no time to pay attention.

The glands felt hot, and a strange, numbing sensation spread from his heart to his limbs and fingertips. Fu You's mind was completely bewildered. His omega instincts were so strong, he desperately needed to be calmed by the alpha hormone that marked him.

Fu You's golden eyelashes, wet from natural tears, trembled, and his trembling hands struggled to open the cabinet, his fingertips almost touching a piece of black cloth hidden at the bottom.

He wanted to take the cloth out and use the remaining pheromones on it to soothe himself, but Fu You immediately held back. His thin body trembled under the gorgeous clothes, but his palm changed direction and opened the inhibitor on another layer of the cabinet!

Fu You injected a whole tube of inhibitor into his body without hesitation, plus what he had taken that morning. The dosage was enough to make the doctor burst into anger and scold him for abusing and not cherishing his own body.

But this crazy amount of consumption finally suppressed the sudden passion.

Fu You's chest heaved as he casually threw the empty syringe into the trash can.

With a "bang".

Fu You listened to his heartbeat gradually returning to normal, as if he had come back to life, and he took a long breath.

His clothes were almost completely soaked with sweat, clinging to his skin, cold and damp. A few strands of golden hair hung below his chest, the ends dyed a brilliant red.

After a while, Fu You brushed back the strands of hair. He looked at the bloodstains that seeped into the ends of his long golden hair. His long, feather-like eyelashes were still shrouded in moisture, wetting the corners of his eyes, which looked like the core of a burning red flower. However, his eyes had regained their composure.

Those long, emerald eyes were like a dark lake that had not yet frozen on a winter night, with the cold silver glow of the crescent moon reflected in the green water.

There's not much time left.

Fu You twisted his hair with his fingertips, trying to calm himself down while thinking in his heart:

I have to take care of everything before this body completely collapses.

…

The fact that the new Earl of Beaumont and Lord Longbardi were in good terms with each other really surprised the nobles of the First Star.

Rather than saying they were on good terms, it would be more accurate to say that Count Beaumont was eager to flatter the Grand Duke.

After all, the Beaumont House airship appeared outside the Grand Duke's residence every day, with an astonishing attentiveness.

Unexpectedly, Grand Duke Longbardi showed an intriguing friendliness towards the culprit who caused his son to lose his job.

They were even so friendly that they would go in and out together.

This surprised the nobles who were waiting to see the excitement of Fuyou.

but……

Actually, it’s not a strange thing.

After all, when Longbardi was young, his reputation for romanticism and tyranny spread throughout the entire Prime Star. Although even his son was now of marriageable age, in an interstellar age where the average citizen age was 200, he was still considered young and strong.

And it is obvious that Earl Beaumont has an outstandingly beautiful face.

Who knows what kind of bribes they have carried out in private?

Seeing the relationship between the two becoming increasingly close, the other nobles secretly began to make malicious speculations.

"So, this is why you asked me to come to a place like this?"

Gena was dressed in a neat and elegant suit, with his red hair tied back, looking as serious as if he had just appeared in the palace and scolded ten corrupt officials until they cried.

However, the background he was in was the most luxurious brothel in the first star.

The faint laughter of the omega outside the private room came to his ears, and Gena's eyelids jumped, and his face was not sure whether it was black or red.

He pursed his lips, staring at the young man in front of him with his emerald eyes unblinking: "Are you teasing me, Fuyou?"

"Haha, how could that be? You are my most valued ally." Fu You smiled lightly and picked up a grape on the table.

He blinked at Gena and said, "Hasn't our relationship been pleasant enough these days?"

“…”

Gena pursed his lips, a trace of discomfort flashing across his face.

Outsiders only knew that Fu You had been getting along very well with Grand Duke Longbardi recently, but they had no idea that Fu You had been secretly visiting his manor late at night every day to have secret meetings with him about cooperation.

...It's like having an affair.

Gena shook the absurd idea out of his head. He cleared his throat and put on a serious face: "I have used my authority to transfer the guards of the Prime Star to other districts as you requested. So what is your plan, Fuyou?"

"That's really amazing, Lord Vaughn." Fu You bit a grape and praised him sincerely.

Genna snorted softly, raising his chin proudly.

"Grand Duke Longbardi will appear next door later." Fu You wiped the grape juice from his fingertips and stood up.

He curled his lips and walked quickly to the wall. Then, like an actor greeting the audience before the show, he pushed aside the painting adorning the wall and said, "Today, I invite you to watch a rare and special performance."

Behind the oil painting is a display screen with a voyeuristic perspective, which perfectly presents the scene in the next room!

Looking at Gena's shocked eyes, Fu You's smile became even more pronounced.

He lamented, "The noble Grand Duke of the Empire, Longbardi, ended up dying in a prostitute's bed during sex. How can this not be considered a farce?"

This plan is too dangerous. Gena frowned slightly, and just as he was about to express his objection, Fu You spoke first:

"Mr. Filwin, disguised as a prostitute, hates Longbardi to the core—his brother was killed by Longbardi. So, don't worry about anything extra; I've taken care of all the aftermath."

Fu You curved his lips, and his emerald pupils were filled with a sparkling and crazy light.

He lifted his eyelashes and looked at Gena with a half-smile: "Now, my dear Lord Vaughn, all you need to do is to stand here and witness this ridiculous scene."

…

"Is this necessary?" Gena and Fu You looked at each other for a long time and asked back.

Fu You blinked, seemingly not understanding what he meant. Gena frowned and said in a stiff voice, "I don't have a perverted hobby of watching others make out."

It can be seen with the naked eye that the curvature of Fuyou's lips has become larger.

He sighed and said, "I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Gena."

"Who says we are in a cooperative relationship?" Fu You pinched his slender fingers together, made a fox shape, and kissed his fingertips with a smile.

While he was doing this, his eyes were always on Gena who was sitting in the room.

Gena looked at the pale, thin lips that seemed so soft as his fingertips brushed past them...

For some reason, his Adam's apple rolled slightly and he stopped talking.

Fu You laughed again, turned around and left the room and walked towards the next door, obviously to prepare for the opening of his carefully designed drama.

Not long after, Fu You's figure appeared on the display screen.

On the screen, he and that old man Longbardi were talking and laughing, as if they had a very close relationship.

Gena was in a bad mood. He poured himself a cup of tea and sneered in his heart: Longbarti would never have thought that Fu You smiled at him so beautifully, but his mind was full of thoughts about how to kill him today.

This hypocritical guy!

So, Fu You acted like he had such a good relationship with me, but what was he really thinking?

...Are you thinking that when the day comes that I become a stumbling block to him, he will try every possible means to kill me?

Gena's handsome face darkened and he subconsciously wanted to touch his ring.

But his fingertips touched an empty space at the thumb - he then remembered that his ring was still with Fu You.

Fu You easily tricked him away with a secret.

He shouldn't have been so careless.

But……

Unable to explain what was in his mind, Gena took another sip of tea and then looked up at the screen.

Just a glance.

The man's expression froze for a moment, and the teacup in his hand shattered to the ground with a clang, and the steaming tea soaked the carpet!

Gena stood up suddenly, his face looking extremely ugly.

Just see on the screen.

Philwin, who had originally planned to disguise himself as a prostitute, did not show up. Instead, Fu You was pinned down on the bed by Longbardi!

That wasn't planned. In the scene, Fu You's face flushed unnaturally. He pushed against Longbardi with such force that his knuckles turned white.

And Longbarti's hand had already touched Fuyou's clothes!

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