Chapter 46 Mania and Soothing "You, you don't have to worry..."
"Yan Ceyan, you'll regret this."
Just as Yan Ceyan was desperately suppressing Yan Quan's struggling movements, his canine teeth were only millimeters away from piercing Yan Quan's glandular cavity...
Yan Quan, with his head bowed, suddenly let out a heavy sigh: "If you really mark me for life, then it's completely over between us."
There is absolutely no 'possibility' left.
This one sentence served as a heavy warning.
Yan Ceyan's exaggeratedly bulging muscles suddenly froze, and a hint of clarity, a return to his senses, surfaced in his bloodshot, manic pupils: "Possibility..."
"Completely, completely..."
"There's absolutely no possibility left..."
Yan Ceyan mumbled Yan Quan's words indistinctly, slowly retracting his open canine teeth and not biting down any further.
"Yan Ceyan..." Yan Quan was somewhat surprised that the lifelong mark did not fall as expected.
The trembling voice faded. Yan Quan watched as Yan Ceyan's already bulging muscles and veins became even more engorged and swollen.
But Yan Ceyan still didn't make a move...
"Why..." Yan Quan was momentarily lost in thought.
Yan Quan could feel that Yan Ceyan's body was still very hot, as hot as a ball of charcoal—the Alph fever had not subsided.
Burning body temperature, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and his tense muscles trembling uncontrollably—Yan Ceyan forcefully suppressed all of this and remained completely still.
Having abandoned his instincts, he used the last vestiges of his reason to forcefully restrain himself from biting Yan Quan.
Because Yan Ceyan knew very well that once he took the first bite to mark the person for life, the situation would spiral out of control... Yan Quan might even be brutally violated and drained to death by his own violent bestiality and desire.
"Just endure it..." Yan Quan bit her lip bitterly: If this continues, the next step will be Yan Ceyan being burned alive by Alph Thermotherapy.
Yan Ceyan is indeed the stupidest, most idiotic fool in the world.
"Yan Ceyan, let me watch over you." Yan Quan took a deep breath, laboriously pulling one hand out of Yan Ceyan's tight embrace, and gently stroking Yan Ceyan's hair in a soothing manner.
"I can't see you from behind. Little dog, let me see your face."
"..." Yan Ceyan's dry, hoarse voice rose and fell, and finally he managed a weak "hmm." The arms that had been tightly holding Yan Quan loosened a little.
Yan Quan turned around in Yan Ceyan's arms to face him directly. "Little dog, can you hear what I'm saying?"
If you can hear clearly, it means that you still have some rationality left. This time you are not in a completely manic state, and there is still room for guidance and comfort.
"Hmm," Yan Ceyan replied listlessly. The voice was barely squeezed out of his throat. It sounded like he was in great pain.
"You're holding me too tight, it hurts a little." Yan Quan could feel Yan Ceyan's stiff hair, damp with sweat, pressing tightly against her shoulder.
"I won't leave, could you loosen your grip a little?" Yan Quan felt like she was having trouble breathing against Yan Ceyan's big frame.
Upon hearing this, Yan Ceyan reluctantly loosened his grip slightly, but only a tiny bit. Just enough for Yan Quan to barely breathe.
“Yan Ceyan, although I call you ‘little dog,’ you are a human, not an animal. You are certainly not a wild beast controlled by primal instincts…” Yan Quan’s fingertips gently stroked Yan Ceyan’s hair.
"Yan Ceyan, I know what you want to do to me."
Pheromonic marking, possession, release/emission... these are all medically recognized biological instincts for reproduction. This is normal.
The "fault" in bipolar disorder lies in "excessiveness"—under the induction of highly matched pheromones, physiological hormones are released at a high intensity, leading to "overload and loss of control" and "impact on the body."
As a syndrome affecting a very small minority of people, the medical community has traditionally treated mania with a combination of suppression and avoidance. This involves using inhibitors to suppress glandular development while simultaneously avoiding the influence of highly compatible omega-3 hormones.
This completely contradicts the normal laws of biological evolution. Because falling in love with individuals with highly compatible pheromones is the most fundamental genetic code of AO (Alpha-Opposites Syndrome) since the emergence of secondary sexual characteristics.
This leads to a situation where manic patients who have long suppressed their symptoms and strictly avoided the influence of pheromones experience an extremely intense and thorough rebound once they have even the slightest intimate physical contact with a highly compatible partner.
In known cases of bipolar disorder both domestically and internationally, 99.9% of those who practiced long-term abstinence invariably succumbed to the sexual attraction of highly compatible pheromones, cruelly and uncontrollably raping/murdering their omega against their will, and subsequently dying from the uncontrollable pheromone fever themselves…
The reason this number isn't 100% is because... Yan Quan is an exception.
Seven years ago, Yan Quan was very clear that Yan Ceyan had broken out in a manic state and had indeed lost his mind, brutally and uncontrollably marking Yan Quan for life.
At that moment, Yan Quan curled up beneath Yan Ceyan, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, her neck and feet covered in hickeys...
Just when Yan Quan thought he was about to be brutally violated and killed, Yan Ceyan stopped, just like what is happening now.
When Yan Quan later recalled that lifelong marking, although it was "savage," filled with intense hatred and anger, it was not "brutal," and remained within the physiological limits allowed by AO.
It was from then on that Yan Quan began to focus on the "gradual adaptation" and "self-regulation" of bipolar disorder.
Yan Quan's professional focus during her seven years at Federation A was the interdisciplinary field of psychology and neuromedicine. The full title of her PhD research project was "A Study on the Inhibitory Effect and Neural Mechanism of Consciousness Regulation on Innate Neural Impulses in Individuals with Manic Tendencies".
"If it is controllable, perhaps we can find a delicate balance where high pheromone matching and mania will not be absolutely mutually exclusive... In fact, in terms of AO attraction, they are natural perfect partners."
This was the sentence Dr. Lewis said that resonated most deeply with Yan Quan when he was choosing a doctoral supervisor. Yan Quan admitted that at that moment, he thought of Yan Ceyan.
...
"Phew..." After sorting everything out, Yan Quan found that she had gradually calmed down.
"Yan Ceyan, I know very well that you are in great pain right now..."
"Because you want me."
Yan Quan intertwined her neck with Yan Ceyan's, pressing their glands together so that they could be very close.
This was a rather dangerous position. Moreover, Yan Quan still had Yan Ceyan's temporary mark branded on the back of his neck...
If Yan Ceyan were to lose control for even a moment, he could immediately tear Yan Quan's glands to shreds.
If most researchers in China saw this, they would be shocked and would define Yan Quan's behavior as "suicide."
but……
"Yan Ceyan, don't suppress yourself so much. Try to feel my pheromones..."
As Yan Quan spoke, his warm breath gently brushed against Yan Ceyan's neck, enveloping him in the refreshing scent of sweet oranges.
Yan Ceyan's tense expression relaxed, and he obediently sniffed Yan Quan's pheromone scent.
"Does it make you feel soothed, and does the burning sensation in your body gradually subside...?"
Yan Ceyan unconsciously tilted his head and rubbed his head against Yan Quan's neck more: "...Mmm."
"Then let's go with this approach and try to control the Alph hormones that are running rampant and out of control in our bodies."
Just as Yan Quan was speaking softly, thinking that his guidance was working on Yan Ceyan, Yan Ceyan suddenly bit Yan Quan with his canine teeth.
"Ouch..." Yan Quan let out a muffled groan in pain.
"..." Yan Ceyan paused, his lips trembling as he slowly said, "I'm sorry."
"It's...it's okay."
The bathroom scene was exactly the same; the swirling steam spread out the wet stains, and Yan Quan's eyes were misty with tears from the pain.
"Yan Ceyan...you, you don't have to worry."
"Let's take it slow."
"Try to gradually familiarize yourself with my glands, pheromones... and then find that comfortable balance point for you."
Then Yan Ceyan's head, like a fledgling wild animal, tentatively bumped against the back of Yan Quan's neck.
Finally… Yan Ceyan’s lips trembled slightly as he pressed them against the reddened skin of Yan Quan’s nape, against the glands. He kissed him very lightly, one kiss after another.
The soft touch on the back of her neck sent a shiver down Yan Quan's spine. "Hmm... Yan Ceyan?"
“Yan Ceyan…” Yan Quan fluttered her eyelashes—
He could feel the Alph fervor within Yan Ceyan's body gradually subsiding. It seemed that this "kissing" was a way of replacing "marking for relief."
"Sweet Orange, I want to kiss you like this." Yan Ceyan's heavy breathing was disordered and intertwined, leaving a flurry of kisses on the back of Yan Quan's neck.
Watching the datura flower mark on the back of Yan Quan's neck tremble and shrink sensitively at the touch, Yan Ceyan felt an intense surge of pleasure and satisfaction.
"You are mine, and mine alone."
"Mmm..." As Yan Ceyan kissed her repeatedly, Yan Quan unconsciously let out a soft, muffled breath: "Mmm... Hah..."
99.9% of the A-factor matching rate is bidirectional.
As Yan Ceyan's manic Alph hormones felt soothed and calmed during the kiss, Yan Quan's omega glands were also experiencing the same level of comforting pleasure.
"puppy……"
The intense floral scent and the sweet, citrusy aroma... the pheromones of the two seemed to sprout tangible branches, climbing up the wet bathroom walls, where water had spilled everywhere, intertwining, crushing, and spreading wantonly...
The pheromones in Yan Quan's body began to soften like water, gradually eroding Yan Quan's reflexes and making him increasingly sluggish.
This is like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.
Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan are like two frogs that have been boiled alive together.
………
Time passed quickly, and the sun soon moved from its midday zenith to the edge of sunset. It was already dusk.
"..." Yan Ceyan was awakened by the "buzzing" of the police siren. He opened his eyes, his head still throbbing, and the first person he saw was Yan Quan sitting next to him.
She put the pheromone-blocking ring back on her neck. The shirt she was wearing was crumpled and wrinkled, but the buttons were fastened tightly, trying to hide something.
But clearly, it only covered up the emptiness.
Nothing can be hidden.
Because the top few buttons of that shirt had snapped off and were nowhere to be found. A large expanse of skin from the collarbone to the shoulder was blatantly exposed—a patchwork of hickeys, like cherry blossoms scattered on the ground.
The hem of her shirt was also torn off by someone during the temporary marking. Yan Quan's thin waist and abdomen were exposed in a blatant manner, covered with red finger marks left from being pinched and rubbed.
Seeing that Yan Ceyan remained silent, Yan Quan, with a stern face, spoke first calmly: "He's awake."
But... he had no presence at all. His voice was so low and hoarse that it gave off a pitiful and listless feeling.
"You..." Seeing Yan Quan's miserable state of being "bullied", Yan Ceyan was speechless for a moment.
Yan Quan cleared his throat, but his voice was still weak and feeble: "Do you remember what happened?"
A series of ambiguous and intimate scenes flashed through Yan Ceyan's mind, and his voice was a little hot as he spoke: "I remember."
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