Chapter 14 The Lifetime Marking of an S-Rank Alpha is Too Stubborn...
Murong Yuan's pheromones fermented and became increasingly concentrated in the small, secret space.
The glands beneath the neck ring became swollen and painful due to a strong pheromone rejection reaction. Yan Quan couldn't help but frown, her nails digging into Murong Yuan's palm and pushing hard.
"Mu Rongyuan." The tone was cold and full of warning.
Unexpectedly, the other party became even more audacious, wrapping their palm tightly around Yan Quan's hand and pressing it against his: "Yan Quan..."
The pheromones, tainted with lust, were released continuously and expanded rapidly in the cramped room.
Alpha pheromones have an attractive/soothing effect on Omegas. As long as the compatibility isn't too low, the release of pheromones by an Alpha will, to some extent, attract/seduce an Omega.
In the interaction between two alphas, the degree to which pheromones attract omegas is one of the standards for measuring the quality of an alpha. The higher the alpha's rank, the more likely it is to attract most omegas.
This is a major source of Murong Yuan's "arrogant" personality. He is an A-level Alpha, an A-level Alpha who accounts for less than 1% of the entire Republic's 1.4 billion population!
In his past experiences, whenever he released even a little bit of pheromones, even the most reserved and proud omega would lower their pride and be controlled by their physiological instincts to come closer.
So he was smug and thought he had the victory in the bag. He gradually increased the dosage of his pheromones, hoping that Yan Quan would obediently come closer.
However, as time went by, the pheromone concentration had reached the highest social threshold stipulated by the laws of the Republic.
Yan Quan's face showed no sign of infatuation whatsoever... he was even frowning? His lips were slightly parted... was he about to vomit?!
Murong Yuan was surprised by his discovery and even more unwilling to admit that he was "incapable," so he eagerly moved closer to Yan Quan, trying to lean his upper body to touch Yan Quan's shoulder.
It was disgusting enough already... As Murong Yuan got so close, Yan Quan felt his chest and internal organs churning violently.
"Yan Quan..." Murong Yuan, unwilling to give up, tentatively moved closer and closer.
"Get out..." Yan Quan could no longer bear it. Taking advantage of the blanket's cover, he skillfully and precisely thrust his knee upwards, twisting his wrist with the momentum...
This is a standard military judo kick. The person who taught Yan Quan this move said that it can easily overturn an Alpha whose weight is more than three times that of him.
Sure enough, Murong Yuan was kicked half a meter away. Now, the disgusting smell finally drifted away.
The air she breathed instantly tasted several levels sweeter, and Yan felt her mind clearer in an instant: "Lord, bless."
In contrast, Murong Yuan, lying on the side, was completely disoriented from the sudden attack. He leaned against the wall, his head tilted to the side, his eyes dazed and blank.
"You..." Murong Yuan took a while to raise his head, somewhat embarrassed, a hint of anger flashing between his brows: "...How dare you—"
But soon, Murong Yuan's words were swallowed back down his throat. He was astonished to find that Yan Quan's expression was even colder than his own.
From the backlit perspective, a thick layer of shadow shrouded the lower part of the face; the alluring, dreamy peach blossom eyes were now slightly narrowed and slanted upwards, the sharp, vertical bronze pupils gazing down with a chilling aura:
"Shut up, a piece of shit."
(Shut up, trash)
“Make your position clear. Such clumsy tactics won’t work on me.”
Yan Quan ruthlessly trampled on Murong Yuangao's expensive handmade leather shoes, then strode away.
Holy crap, she's totally queen-level!
Did the CEO just release pheromones?
The CEO is a high-level Alpha, and his pheromones are usually quite effective; he probably wants to use them to attract Yan Quan.
Um... I'm not comfortable talking about the unspoken rules of AO social networking.
It is generally accepted in society that A can use pheromone advantage to attract O.
[The episode I support Yan Quan the most; A's method of attracting people using pheromones is really dirty.]
[It's true, some Alphas use hormones to pressure Omegas, completely disregarding the Omega's true wishes.]
I hate this world where the physiological structures of AO are unequal.
"Hmm..." In the rapidly moving camera lens, Yan Quan lowered his head, tightly pulling his navy blue coat together, and walked faster and faster. The last few steps leading up to the second-floor bedroom almost became a whirlwind.
[Running so fast, look how angry our young master is!]
Out of sight, out of mind, hahaha.
[President's favorability rating drops sharply -99]
Let's sing a song of praise for the CEO: "Elimination"
The viewers in the live chat assumed Yan Quan was simply angry, focusing entirely on his indignant condemnation. They therefore overlooked the expression on Yan Quan's face—
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead and between her brows; the allergic rash had spread from her neck to her collarbone. Yan Quan's lips were also pale, barely clinging to a thin layer of color.
No, there are still security cameras in the room...
As soon as Yan Quan entered the room, she noticed the high-definition camera overhead. She bit her lip hard, forcing her increasingly dizzy brain to calm down.
We have to go into the innermost restroom...
There are injection equipment and effective drugs there.
Yan Quan pretended to be furious, forcefully throwing off his coat and spreading the huge piece of fabric in the air.
Then, taking advantage of the moment when his coat blocked the camera's view, he darted into the toilet stall like a streak of dark lightning.
"Is it safe now...?" Yan Quan covered the back of her neck with one hand while enduring the pain to check around the bathroom: the production team had not installed any additional cameras.
what else……
Because of the pain, the veins on Yan Quan's forehead were bulging out clearly, and his thin inner shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
Wait... a sound! It will make a sound during processing.
A burning sensation spread to the glands on the back of her neck, making her feel like she was about to burst. Yan Quan stumbled to the edge of the bathtub and turned on all the faucets at once, setting them to the maximum.
The rushing water pounded heavily against the tiled floor, making a piercing "whoosh" noise... Although the decibels weren't loud enough, it was barely enough to fool anyone.
"Phew—" After completing all the operations, Yan Quan finally leaned against the wall, exhausted, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Snap—" With a crisp sound, the pheromone-blocking neck ring that had been binding her neck came undone. Yan Quan stared directly into the mirror, finally able to examine herself closely…
The sound of water crashing against the ceiling echoed softly, accompanied by a mocking sigh: "Yan Quan, look at the mess you've made of."
Yan Quan's skin was already fair, and under the glaring incandescent light from the bathroom ceiling, it appeared almost unreal... such a pure and holy body.
However, a scar is branded on the back of his neck.
It was as if glaring red ink had been dripped onto a flawless white sheet of paper... so unbearable and ugly that it was shocking to behold.
Like centipede footprints, the stitches are fine and twisted, indifferently letting the flesh and blood twist and turn...
Modern medicine does not need to care about aesthetics.
The goal of cleaning lifetime markers is simply to be "thorough enough".
Sharp cuts cleaved through the skin and flesh, wide-mouthed pliers pried open the narrow glandular cavity, followed by a bottomless speculum and a sharp, narrow scraper. Layer by layer, again and again, inch by inch... the Alpha's pheromone markers were peeled away.
The entire process was almost unbearable.
At that moment, Yan Quan fainted on the operating table due to extreme pain. In the second before he lost consciousness, he clearly saw a pair of sympathetic eyes behind the white mask.
"The S-level Alpha marking is too stubborn."
Yes, they're too stubborn.
The brand was so deep and so thorough, it seemed as if they wanted to destroy Yan Quan's entire life in this way.
So Yan Quan washed that mark three times.
The back of the neck, resembling that of Aphrodite, was twisted and contorted into such a gruesome shape.
That wasn't enough; the aftereffects of all the torment still clung to Yan Quan like a dead soul.
Even the slightest invasion of foreign Alph hormones can trigger a severe rejection reaction, causing the already healed wound to become red and swollen, with the surrounding skin covered in dense red rashes...
"I owe you, and this is how you retaliate?"
Yan Quan stared at the bloody wound on the back of his neck, his pupils seemingly reflecting the shadow of another person.
"Are you happy now...? No other Alpha can mark me except you."
Yan Quan pulled a golden reagent from his inner pocket. "Pfft—" He skillfully injected the liquid into the syringe placed on the washstand, then "snap"ed it into the gland.
When a potent irritant enters the bloodstream, it can cause a sharp contraction of the muscles. The pain from the injection can increase a hundredfold.
Yan Quan is actually very afraid of pain.
So he stuffed his mouth full of gauze, blocking it tightly. He wouldn't allow himself to make even the slightest whimper.
It's already pathetic enough that he's fallen to this state. If you still cry because of him... that would be too pitiful.
Yan Quan himself would despise himself.
………………
The injection process lasted only three minutes, but Yan Quan leaned against the wall for a long time to recover.
The medication began to take effect, and the allergic rash started to subside little by little. The pain became weaker, and Yan Quan gradually regained consciousness.
I glanced down at my watch; the hands had completed a perfect semicircle: 30 minutes had passed…
"This attack is more severe than usual."
Previously in Federation A, even spending all day in a lab with a group of white people didn't cause such prolonged and severe stress symptoms. The sedative effects of the medication also came on much faster.
"Did you sense my return?" Yan Quan forced a bitter smile as he wearily changed into a clean bathrobe.
"You S-class are complete thugs."
Draw a circle with a radius of 500km centered on itself. Any Omega marked with this symbol will be deeply influenced by it, as if drawn by a magnet, once they step into this territory.
Yan Quan knew very well that from the moment he was marked, he had already lost everything.
Even if it means being skinned alive, having your marrow drained, and having your bones shaved, enduring unimaginable agony to erase your lifelong mark, the shadow cast by the Alpha will still loom over you for the rest of your life…
Like that stormy night, the murky blood flowed in a foul vortex, etching a deep scar into the mad dog's eye.
Its sharp fangs snapped menacingly, yet the kiss that followed was incredibly tender: "Sweet Orange, you provoked me first, so you'll have to pay the price."
"Even if we go to hell, you'll come with me."
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