Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Taking a Bath
At formal banquets, all Alphas and Omegas must strictly use suppression patches. This is the most basic etiquette.
But there were so many people at the party, and no one could guarantee that there wouldn't be an Alpha who would maliciously peel off the suppression sticker for a moment in a corner where no one could see him.
Song Jianan spent almost all of today in public places, and he had no way of telling where or whose pheromones he had been exposed to, as he couldn't smell anything.
He shuddered, a wave of fear running through him.
He held Song Yuqiao's hand, "Brother... I don't... I don't have any relationship with other Alphas..."
Although he had no expectations of Song Yuqiao, he could not endure the pain of being forcibly marked again.
Song Yuqiao seemed unmoved by his explanation, neither speaking nor moving.
Song Jianan panicked and climbed up from the bed, kneeling down and leaning his whole body in front of Song Yuqiao.
"Brother, can you help me clean it up? I don't want to carry someone else's scent. I only want your pheromones."
He tilted his face up, his cheeks were white and soft, with a slight red tint at the corners of his eyes. His black and white eyes were filled with pleading and panic, like a frightened rabbit, trembling and sending himself into the hunter's gun, but begging for the hunter's protection.
Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes, staring at the pitiful eyes with a dark and deep gaze.
The faint smell of citrus pheromones stimulated his nerves. From the moment he stepped into the banquet hall and approached Jia Jia, he had been enduring for a long time under the watchful eyes of the public.
If the last time was an accident, how do we explain why Jia Jia was once again contaminated with the Alpha's pheromones this time?
But when his eyes met the watery color in those eyes, it seemed as if a string of small pearls would fall at any time if he didn't agree.
Suddenly, his anger was extinguished like a basin of cold water. He almost made another mistake and hurt Jiajia.
Song Jianan was suddenly pulled into his arms. He could not see his embarrassed expression, but only heard him whisper in his ear: "Okay, I'll help Jiajia clean up."
He tore off the inhibitory patch casually, and the thin inhibitory patch fell lightly to the ground.
The pheromones of the S-level Alpha were not restrained and spurted out randomly and wantonly, tightly wrapping around the Beta in circles.
Song Jianan only vaguely felt a slight chill covering his skin, and couldn't help but shrink into Song Yuqiao's arms.
Song Yuqiao hugged him tighter, but couldn't resist probing: "Did Jiajia go out with friends today?"
The topic jumped too quickly. Song Jianan was stunned for a moment before replying, "No."
Chen Rui...I can't really say I'm a friend, just a classmate in the same group.
However, he felt it was better not to hide it from Song Yuqiao, so he told Song Yuqiao that he had gone out for lunch at noon.
Song Yuqiao tightened his grip on his waist and asked in a deep voice, "Last time, he was also in the susceptible period and didn't take the inhibitor?"
Song Jianan said: "He told me today that he took inhibitors."
He frowned and thought for a moment, "Maybe he bought a low-quality inhibitor and it's not effective."
Song Yuqiao touched Jiajia's thin and fragile back, his thick eyelashes drooping slightly, and his tone was cold, with no emotion in his voice: "An Alpha who can't control his pheromones dares to run out during the susceptible period?"
"Since they are just classmates, Jiajia is not allowed to have any contact with him in the future."
Song Jianan didn't notice anything yet. He just thought to himself that he and Chen Rui wouldn't have much in common, so he nodded in agreement and acted very obediently.
The coldness in Song Yuqiao's eyes finally eased a little. He held Jiajia's shoulders, pushed her away a little, and looked at the back of his neck. "If it's inconvenient for Jiajia, I'll help her wash."
Song Jianan was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to mention anything related to the part-time job in front of Song Yuqiao, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse.
She looked up at Song Yuqiao's expression and mustered up the courage to say, "Brother, let's go home and take a shower, okay?"
This was the second time Jia Jia used the word "home". Song Yuqiao's eyebrows moved slightly, and he felt much more relaxed. The cold and biting pheromones seemed to melt and gradually warm up.
He kissed his lips and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "Does Jiajia want to take someone else's pheromones home?"
Song Jianan opened his eyes wide, "Didn't you cover me with pheromones?"
Song Yuqiao looked at him quietly, "Jia Jia, don't you know how stubborn the pheromones in your body are? No matter how much pheromones I release, that stinky smell always lingers."
Song Jianan frowned and bit his lip.
Are Chen Rui’s pheromones really that smelly?
Wouldn’t that mean many people would smell the bad odor on him?
His face immediately fell, so embarrassing.
I realized later that Song Yuqiao could actually kiss him despite the stench!
He glanced at Song Yuqiao with admiration, and when he saw her calm gaze, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and thought about Song Yuqiao's question again.
If it were just him, he certainly wouldn't care whether there were other people's pheromones on his body, but Song Yuqiao cared. If he couldn't wash off the smell, Song Yuqiao would definitely not let him go easily, let alone go home as soon as possible and then go to sleep. Song Yuqiao had to go on a business trip the next day, and he would forget about his part-time job when he came back.
Song Jianan was making a small calculation in his mind, and secretly glanced at Song Yuqiao, gritted his teeth and said: "Then I'll take a shower first."
We have done more intimate things, so taking a shower is nothing. It only takes more than ten minutes and it will come out in the blink of an eye.
He stepped into the bathroom.
There was a layer of medical waterproof patch tightly stuck on the back of her neck, but Song Yuqiao was still worried. He personally took the shower head and carefully avoided the wound, sprinkling warm water on her soft and white skin.
Song Yuqiao's movements were very proper, and he carefully washed off the sticky sweat on his body, but Song Jianan still blushed.
Gently biting the soft flesh of the lower lip, the pink and soft flesh overflowed from between the teeth, just like the faintly pink skin revealed in the bubbles rubbed out by the shower gel, it is soft and makes people want to take a bite to see if it is as delicious as the soft cake.
Song Jianan didn't know, he just felt like an ignorant baby, being carefully cared for, and obediently raised his arms and turned around.
The movement of those large, foamy hands slowed down, and time seemed to stretch out, each minute and second so clear that he had to grit his teeth and desperately suppress the urge to avoid them, to control the itch that was rising. (Reviewer, please read the context. The top was bathing the bottom, and he felt itchy. What else could it be?)
Sometimes, his cool, white fingertips sank into the soft, white fluid, kneading it to create more foam, gently, as if meticulously brushing away the dust from a rare treasure. (This is a bath!)
The perfectly warm water seemed to have become scalding, the heat making his head feel dizzy, and the swell of shame made his body limp, making it difficult for him to stand. (The top was bathing him, and he felt ashamed! Did I write this clearly enough?)
I quietly reached back to support myself against the smooth wall, but it wasn't enough. I was always worried that I would collapse in the next second.
Song Jianan's breathing quickened a little. He took a step back, his back against the cold tiles. He seemed to have finally found a support point and breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, Song Yuqiao pinched his waist, "Jia Jia, turn around." (Turn around to wash your back! Not to do something else!!)
Song Jianan's dark eyes looked over through a layer of mist, "Brother, I can wash the rest myself." (See? It's a bath!)
Song Yuqiao loosened his hand from his waist, and Song Jianan suddenly felt something was wrong, and his body slid down uncontrollably.
Halfway through sliding, he was pulled back by a pair of big hands, and his hands weakly climbed on the strong and sturdy arms.
Song Yuqiao sighed softly and said helplessly, "Jia Jia, how can I let you wash yourself when you're like this?"
Song Jianan's cheeks turned red and he couldn't say a word in rebuttal.
Then, that broad and powerful hand, dipped in the sticky semi-fluid shower gel, smeared it on the skin that was reddened by the warm water.
Rub patiently to clean away the sticky, dried sweat.
It's like a ripe peach, bright red and ready to drip peach juice at any time.
The tender peach tip appears on the finger.
Pinching and breaking the ripe peach with fingertips, the pink and white flesh overflows from between the cold white fingers.
It seemed that if I used a little more force, the sweet juice would splash out and stain the hand.
Song Jianan groaned in pain and kept pushing Song Yuqiao's arm.
"Brother, don't...don't wash anymore..."
Song Yuqiao looked at him with heavy eyes, his Adam's apple rolled and he made a hoarse sound.
"Jia Jia, it's not clean yet, the inside hasn't been washed yet."
Beta's physiological structure is unable to accommodate foreign objects, unlike Omega which has abundant juice and can easily accept them.
Song Yuqiao was away on a business trip for a few days, and Song Jianan returned to his original appearance, fresh, raw, and even more difficult.
Song Yuqiao's fingers became so thick and long, and the protrusions on the knuckles were so obvious.
Song Jianan could actually clearly depict the shape of his fingers.
He widened his eyes in horror and flapped his hands desperately, not knowing where he found the strength.
It landed on Song Yuqiao's arm, like a kitten scratching someone, neither light nor heavy.
He suddenly let out a distorted cry of surprise, and his slender fingers left a prominent red mark on Leng Bai's arm.
When he came to his senses, he somehow found himself sitting on Song Yuqiao's arm, with his back against the cold white tiles.
He panicked. The Song family was still downstairs. If someone discovered him and Song Yuqiao doing that...
He hugged Song Yuqiao's neck helplessly and begged, "Brother, no, we are outside. Let's go home, okay?"
Song Yuqiao didn't give in and stretched out his fingers. His silk shirt and suit were half wet, but his noble temperament was not diminished at all. It was as if a cold and lofty god or Buddha had fallen into the mortal world and was infected by human desires, no longer unapproachable and untouchable.
His cold, thin lips opened slightly: "Jia Jia, be good, brother won't do anything else, just wash up and we'll go home."
Song Jianan tensed up and shook his head, wanting to cry but not wanting to. "No, brother, let's go home, go home now, not here..."
He suddenly curled his toes.
Song Yuqiao frowned and kissed his lips. He pried open his teeth without much effort and swept his soft tongue across his palate, causing the man in his arms to go limp.
Then draw out a piece of fresh red, gently entwine it with it, suck it, and lick away the moisture that slips from the corner of the mouth.
Song Jianan still couldn't resist his kiss and passively endured it. The tingling stimulation surged to his cerebral cortex, making him unable to think and defenseless.
Song Yuqiao kissed while squeezing in the rest.
The sudden pain brought Song Jianan back to consciousness. He gasped violently, tears streaming down his face, and whimpered, "I... don't want it... brother, don't..."
He cried so hard that he could hardly breathe, and Song Yuqiao paused.
She slowly pulled out, held him in her arms, gently stroked his red back, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, no need to wash, let's go home."
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