After Transmigrating into an ABO World with My Nemesis (BL) - Chapter 16

Cheng Bing pinched a bit of the flesh on his thin belly and gave a low, raspy warning: “Don’t move.”

Being held by his softest, most defenseless spot, Jiang Zhou truly froze and didn’t move another inch.

They were pressed tightly together. Cheng Bing’s tall, slightly cool bridge of his nose pressed against Jiang Zhou’s nape, applying slight pressure.

He held him with such force; his breathing rose and fell, slow and deep, as if he were a man suffering from starvation, greedily seizing the Omega’s pheromones.

Jiang Zhou’s heart rate instantly skyrocketed.

This posture… was too much…

It wasn’t like they had never hugged before; they had to rely on physical contact to soothe each other anyway, and a hug wouldn’t kill him.

But this specific posture of being cradled in someone’s arms made Jiang Zhou think of that Omega from the film—the one being permanently marked.

The redness that hadn’t yet faded from his ears surged back, spreading across his cheeks and neck like a crimson sunset.

“…” Jiang Zhou struggled to reach back and push Cheng Bing’s shoulder, but he couldn’t muster any strength. “Cheng Bing.”

He didn’t add any other words; he just called Cheng Bing’s name. Because he was weak, his voice sounded soft and yielding.

Cheng Bing’s breathing intensified for a moment. Jiang Zhou’s heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that things were taking a bad turn. Just as he was about to say something more, the strength in Cheng Bing’s arms suddenly loosened, as if forcibly suppressed by some stronger power. He had no choice but to let go bit by bit, slowly standing up to move away.

After exchanging pheromones, Jiang Zhou’s limbs always felt weak, but this time he propped himself up from the sofa with extreme speed, turning back to look at Cheng Bing.

Cheng Bing’s face was expressionless, save for his eyes which were exceptionally deep, like a pool of still black water that could drown someone at any moment.

He only locked eyes with Jiang Zhou for a second before his lashes flickered and lowered, hiding all emotion within his gaze. Even the aura around him retracted completely.

He didn’t look like he was losing control.

Jiang Zhou let out a sigh of relief. Clutching the back of his neck, he whispered, “Why was it so long today?”

Cheng Bing was silent for a moment before saying hoarsely, “Sorry. I’ll watch it next time.”

Jiang Zhou felt something was off, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. A bizarre silence fell between the two of them.

Cheng Bing was the first to break it. He looked at Jiang Zhou and said, “Your gland is a bit red.”

Jiang Zhou lowered his head and touched his gland. It felt hot, but not painful. He mumbled vaguely, “…It should be fine.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could still see that thin black jacket Cheng Bing had left on the sofa.

The scent of Alpha pheromones lingered faintly at the tip of his nose.

Even though he had just “inhaled” the Alpha’s pheromones, for some reason, his body seemed to have become even more parched for them.

Jiang Zhou scraped the tip of his teeth with his tongue, using the slight pain to clear his mind.

This was so wrong.

“I… I’m going back to my room. We… should we start the ‘replication’?” He said the words with a hint of panic.

Cheng Bing let out a “mhm.”

Jiang Zhou immediately peeled himself off the sofa, struggling to resist the urge to grab Cheng Bing’s jacket and clutch it to his chest. He looked like he was beating a hasty retreat.

Cheng Bing watched his departing back, his gaze sliding upward to land on the flushed, slightly protruding gland. He knit his brows.

Jiang Zhou returned to his room and shook his head, trying to shake off the strange thoughts. He focused on recreating the events before the transmigration.

He opened the game and started matching. Unsurprisingly, it was full of trolls again. Jiang Zhou felt more restless than usual today; he was annoyed to death. After an hour, he didn’t want to play anymore, but thinking of the experiment, he forced himself to endure. He played until midnight, traded insults with some foul-mouthed teammates for a while, and then aimlessly browsed the forums for half an hour.

1:00 AM.

It was time to sleep.

Jiang Zhou was exhausted, but he couldn’t fall asleep.

He felt his body becoming increasingly uncomfortable—not the kind of “dying” discomfort that required a hospital, but a subtle, flickering heat deep inside, like he’d eaten a bowl of chili that was burning his insides.

It was severely affecting his sleep quality.

In the dark room, Jiang Zhou suddenly kicked off the blankets and sat up. He lowered his head, pressing his hand against his face, and let out a puff of moist, scorching air.

Only a few days after transmigrating, Jiang Zhou found he was becoming more and more adjusted to the identity of an Omega.

For instance, right now, he didn’t even have to think to know exactly what was happening to him. His body’s instincts were influencing him every second.

Alpha pheromones.

His body was craving Alpha pheromones.

The simple daily exchange was no longer enough.

Jiang Zhou turned his head, his light-colored pupils glowing slightly in the dark. His gaze drifted toward the closed bedroom door, yet it felt as if he were looking through the door at the sofa outside.

Cheng Bing’s jacket was still on the back of the sofa.

Jiang Zhou licked his dry lips, his throat swallowing with difficulty.

Cheng Bing should be asleep by now, right?

Even if I go out now and take the jacket in, I shouldn’t be caught, right?

But he had rejected the jacket during the day. If he snuck out at night to wrap someone else’s jacket around him, he’d look like… such a pervert. Plus, it was embarrassing.

After a long internal struggle, Jiang Zhou flopped back down, burying himself in the bed.

Forget it.

I can’t let him look down on me again.

Jiang Zhou lowered the air conditioning to 16°C and pulled the covers over his head, planning to tough it out.

The summer blanket was thin; the AC made him shiver, yet the heat inside his body was roasting him alive. Being cold and hot at the same time made Jiang Zhou’s body tremble. He was like a fish on a griddle, tossing and turning, struggling, but unable to ease the agony of “ice and fire.”

To make matters worse, all his senses were heightened. Jiang Zhou could faintly smell Cheng Bing’s pheromones again. The cold scent of fresh snow and greenery flickered near his nose, teasing him. Influenced by the scent, his internal pheromones burned even more fiercely.

Living together during this time, neither of them used suppressant patches or blockers. Every corner of the house was filled with their scents. Sometimes they even merged into a pleasant, complex fragrance.

Jiang Zhou sniffed inside the blanket, but the moment he tried to inhale deeply, the scent vanished. It was as if it were deliberately enticing him to go out and chase it.

…Screw the pride!

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhou’s resistance ended in total defeat. He threw the covers off, not even bothering with slippers, and marched straight to the sofa.

In the dim light of the living room, he saw it—the thin jacket still draped over the sofa.

Jiang Zhou was like a desert traveler about to die of thirst, and that jacket carrying Cheng Bing’s scent was the only water that could save his life.

He urgently wrapped the jacket around himself. Alpha pheromones instantly enveloped him like a soft tide. It was like a gentle rain falling on a parched land.

The scorching heat inside Jiang Zhou dissolved immediately. He let out a comfortable sigh. As the scent of ice and snow drifted into his nose, his legs felt a bit weak.

But it would be too pathetic to collapse right here.

Like a thief, Jiang Zhou quietly zipped up the jacket and prepared to tiptoe back, planning to return the jacket before Cheng Bing woke up tomorrow.

A perfect plan. No one would ever find out that after rejecting the jacket, he snuck out like a pervert in the middle of the night to wrap it around himself and sniff it several times like a puppy.

Jiang Zhou turned in satisfaction, pulling the collar up and burying his face in it. He didn’t know what detergent Cheng Bing used, but it really smelled great.

He took one step. Click. The living room light turned on.

All his little movements were laid bare.

The smile on Jiang Zhou’s face froze.

Holy crap why is the light on why is the light on why is the light on…

Jiang Zhou’s heart hammered in his chest. He was terrified, debating whether it would be better to admit he’d seen a ghost or that he’d seen Cheng Bing. Since they’d already transmigrated, seeing a ghost wasn’t impossible, right?

In that moment, Sadako, Hanako, and Kayako all flashed through his mind. Jiang Zhou squeezed his eyes shut.

Fine. A true warrior dares to face a bleak life. But he didn’t have the courage to face scary female ghosts or spirits.

Jiang Zhou’s body was stiff, like an old, broken robot. He turned his head frame by frame.

Standing in the corner of the living room was Cheng Bing. He was wearing grey checkered pajamas and holding a glass of water. He looked like he had just woken up, likely out for water because he was thirsty. His eyes were still a bit sleepy, lacking his usual cold and unapproachable air.

The sleepiness in Cheng Bing’s eyes vanished the moment he saw Jiang Zhou.

Those pitch-black eyes turned intense with an unidentifiable meaning. His gaze first swept over Jiang Zhou’s bare feet, then moved slowly upward past his ankles, finally landing on his two straight, slender legs.

They were pale and smooth, with supple, flowing lines, and a touch of fullness at the thighs.

Cheng Bing was taller and broader; the jacket was loose on Jiang Zhou, and the hem completely covered the base of his thighs. Since his pajama shorts were already short, at first glance, it looked as if he weren’t wearing pants at all.

Cheng Bing’s eyelid twitched heavily. His voice was raspy from sleep: “Why aren’t you wearing pants?”

Jiang Zhou, who never expected that to be the focus: “…”