After Transmigrating into an ABO World with My Nemesis (BL) - Chapter 2

Huh?

“Come here”?

What’s with this damn commanding tone?

As expected, no matter which world it is, Cheng Bing is incredibly annoying.

Jiang Zhou was displeased. Gritting his teeth, he forced his trembling body upright and blustered, “Who are you calling like a puppy?”

Cheng Bing asked emotionlessly, “Are you a puppy?”

“I’m your daddy,” Jiang Zhou snapped back.

Cheng Bing’s dark brows knitted slightly. His pitch-black eyes remained locked on Jiang Zhou, his lips pressed into a thin line. He looked like he was in a foul mood—whether because of Jiang Zhou’s cursing, the weakness he sensed in Jiang Zhou’s voice, or perhaps…

Because of the faint, fleeting sweetness in the room, like some kind of fruit candy.

Cheng Bing breathed through his mask, the hot, humid air hitting the inside of the muzzle and condensing into a thin mist.

He smelled the moisture, the metallic scent of the mask, and even the dust of the long-unoccupied room. All of it felt stifling—until that wisp of fruit candy scent drifted into the muzzle like smoke, brushing lightly against the tip of his nose.

Then, it vanished.

The oppressive air was dispelled for only a heartbeat.

Suddenly, a very strange desire rose within Cheng Bing.

From the moment Jiang Zhou entered, Cheng Bing’s gaze had been fixed on his neck.

It was delicate and white, encircled by a thin, black collar.

In the way.

That thought flashed through Cheng Bing’s mind.

If I want to draw in more of that scent, I should remove that collar, pin Jiang Zhou down by the waist, and trap his hands so he can’t run away.

That was Cheng Bing’s second thought.

Absolutely ridiculous, he told himself.

“What are you looking at me for?”

“What did you do to me?”

After a long silence, their voices rang out simultaneously.

Cheng Bing’s expression remained unreadable, but his eyes were exceptionally dark, his gaze never leaving Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou was completely oblivious to Cheng Bing’s internal turmoil. Having bickered with the guy for years, he automatically entered combat mode the moment they met.

He lifted his chin, trying his best to look imposing, and said dissatisfiedly, “What did I do to you… What could I do to you? Didn’t you ask me to come help you?”

Jiang Zhou didn’t realize that he was exposing his neck even more. The weather was still warm, and he was wearing a thin white T-shirt with an open collar. The clean, sharp lines of his neck merged into the pale skin of his chest—a sight that was quite dazzling.

Cheng Bing’s throat felt like it was burning. He forced his gaze away from the skin and met Jiang Zhou’s eyes.

“I asked you to come,” he repeated tonelessly.

“Well, obviously? Aren’t you in that… Ru-Rut thing? You need… to…”

Jiang Zhou remembered what that dark-skinned guy said: Alphas in a Rut are super clingy! Alphas in a Rut have massive desires! Alphas in a Rut are super sensitive and fragile and need Omegas to kiss and hug them!

His face twisted in an indescribable expression. The thought of kissing and hugging Cheng Bing made his skin crawl. Unable to bring himself to say it, he stammered vaguely, “Any—anyway, you’re the one who begged me for help!”

“I begged you for help,” Cheng Bing repeated, again without emotion.

“Wait, are you a human… or a parrot?” Just as the words left his mouth, Jiang Zhou realized something was wrong.

Cheng Bing stood up from the shadows by the bed, stepping into the bright light of the room. His eyelids were flushed red from his high body temperature, but his pupils were terrifyingly dark, staring straight at Jiang Zhou.

It felt as if he were being targeted by a large predator. Jiang Zhou’s heart hammered; instinct screamed in his head to run, but a deeper instinct pinned him to the spot, making him unable to move.

Jiang Zhou pressed himself hard against the door, putting on a fierce front. “W-what are you doing!”

Cheng Bing didn’t speak. He just watched Jiang Zhou and, step by step, began to walk toward him.

The room was silent. Jiang Zhou could only hear those slow, encroaching footsteps and his own ragged, heavy breathing.

The thick Alpha scent followed. Cheng Bing didn’t seem to have any intention of holding back, letting the massive pheromones tighten around Jiang Zhou until he felt dizzy, his vision blurring into a distorted mess of colors.

Before he could react, the footsteps stopped. A heavy shadow fell over him; Cheng Bing was standing right in front of him.

Jiang Zhou shook his head, trying to clear his muddled brain, and looked up at Cheng Bing.

Cheng Bing was slightly taller. He looked down now, his thick lashes casting shadows over his eyes, hiding whatever emotion was there.

“Are you afraid?” For some reason, Cheng Bing’s voice sounded raspy as it vibrated in the quiet space.

Jiang Zhou realized then that his body was incredibly tense, even trembling slightly.

But he still glared at Cheng Bing and insisted, “Who’s… afraid?”

Hearing the weakness in his voice, Cheng Bing watched him for a moment before saying flatly, “Is that so?”

He slowly raised his hand toward Jiang Zhou’s waist. Jiang Zhou’s heart jumped.

What is he doing?

Is he going to hit me?

Or something else?

Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth, his back arching slightly. It was as if at the slightest sign of trouble, he would explode and fight Cheng Bing to the death!

Seeing such a big reaction, Cheng Bing glanced at him but didn’t stop. Before Jiang Zhou could flip out, Cheng Bing’s hand brushed against the hand Jiang Zhou was hiding behind his back.

The one gripping the doorknob.

Jiang Zhou had been clutching it unconsciously, as if ready to bolt at any second.

Cheng Bing touched it lightly, then retracted his hand composedly and asked coldly, “If you aren’t afraid, why do you want to run?”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Jiang Zhou yanked his hand away as if he’d been electrocuted. He wiped his damp palms on his pants and said stubbornly, “I wasn’t trying to run.”

Cheng Bing’s thin eyelids lowered, glancing at the hand Jiang Zhou had pulled back, then slowly looked up again into Jiang Zhou’s slightly red, watery eyes. “Oh.”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Jiang Zhou felt humiliated. He really wanted to punch Cheng Bing!

His ears flushed red. Totally exasperated, he hissed, “Cheng! Bing! Are you…” insane?!

“What is a Rut?” Cheng Bing suddenly asked.

Jiang Zhou froze, his half-formed insult stuck in his throat. “Wh-what?”

“The Rut you mentioned just now. What is it?” After saying this, Cheng Bing suddenly lowered his head, leaning in closer.

The cold, black muzzle almost touched Jiang Zhou’s face. Through the terrifying metal frame, Jiang Zhou met Cheng Bing’s eyes.

Dark and quiet, they reflected his own bewildered, flushed face.

“What are you playing at?” Cheng Bing stared at him. The massive Alpha pheromones pressed down, trapping Jiang Zhou within the space of Cheng Bing’s body. “Is this your new prank?”

Jiang Zhou blinked vacantly twice, suddenly realizing something incredible.

“So you’re saying we’ve come to a parallel world,” Cheng Bing said.

Jiang Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, a good distance away from Cheng Bing. He still couldn’t quite handle the Alpha pheromones, so he had to stay far away.

Even so, he wasn’t comfortable.

The feeling was hard to describe. He felt that the pheromones were a massive threat, yet they also held an enormous attraction.

It made his whole body feel soft and sticky, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

It was weird, very weird, too weird.

So Jiang Zhou had to keep his distance to keep his body from acting so strangely.

Cheng Bing was still wearing the muzzle. On the other side of the bed, he turned his head to look at Jiang Zhou.

It was rare for Jiang Zhou to be this well-behaved in front of him. No shouting, no trouble-making—just quietly curled into a ball, looking like he wanted to be 100 meters away.

“Yeah. I didn’t expect you to be here too.” It was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land—even if that “friend” was a nemesis he’d clashed with since childhood. Jiang Zhou’s mood improved a bit, and he even spoke more gently as he explained, “This world has six genders. ABO are the primary traits, then they’re divided into male and female.”

“You’re an Omega?”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Jiang Zhou admitted it with a sour face. “Yeah, I’m an Omega. So what?”

Then he muttered under his breath, “How come you get to be an Alpha?”

“You don’t like Omegas?” Cheng Bing asked.

“It’s not that.” Jiang Zhou scratched his cheek. “It’s just… it feels weird. Like I’ve been gender-swapped.”

When Cheng Bing didn’t respond for a while, Jiang Zhou turned to look. He accidentally met those dark eyes again, his heart skipping a beat. He stammered, “Wh-what are you looking at?”

After staring for a moment, he realized Cheng Bing’s gaze seemed to be fixed on his neck.

His neck?

Jiang Zhou remembered the collar. He touched it and explained, “This is a neck collar. It suppresses my pheromones. So we don’t… you know.”

His voice trailed off into a mumble at the end.

But Cheng Bing heard it. Not only did he hear it, he wouldn’t let it go, asking expressionlessly, “We don’t… what?”

Jiang Zhou: “.”

Jiang Zhou: “Look, man, some things don’t need to be spelled out, you know?”

“What things can’t be spelled out?”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Cheng Bing is so annoying. He can’t read the room at all.

Jiang Zhou couldn’t take it anymore. Flushing crimson, he shouted, “So I don’t get marked by you! Happy now?”

Marked.

The moment he heard that word, Cheng Bing’s heart skipped two beats. It was as if the concept held an irresistible pull, making his very soul vibrate.

“What is a mark?” he asked, his voice dry.

Jiang Zhou finally understood how annoying he must have been to his roommate earlier. This guy was like a toddler with 108 questions.

However, since it was rare for Cheng Bing to seek his help, Jiang Zhou was in a good enough mood to explain: “A mark is…”

He stalled for a second, then turned around, presenting his back to Cheng Bing. He pointed to the nape of his neck. “Alphas and Omegas both have glands there. An Alpha injects their pheromones into an Omega’s gland, leaving their scent on them. That’s a mark.”

Just like a beast marking its territory, Cheng Bing thought.

A savage, primitive, crude act.

Yet, Cheng Bing found that he couldn’t move his eyes away from the white skin of Jiang Zhou’s nape.

That savage, primitive desire continued to burn within him.

Headache, heat, restlessness… all the massive, negative, dark emotions that had been crammed into his brain since he woke up made his head feel like it was going to explode. But the moment Jiang Zhou turned his back and submissively exposed his nape, all the pain finally seemed to find its cure.

That tiny spot buried under the thin skin of an Omega’s neck—the gland.

Except it was covered by the collar.

A deeper sense of irritation and dissatisfaction swept through Cheng Bing’s heart.

“…” Jiang Zhou was still saying something, but Cheng Bing could no longer hear him.

The uncontrollable Alpha pheromones weren’t just invading Jiang Zhou’s senses; they were destroying the sanity of the Cheng Bing who had just arrived in this world.

“Strange,” Jiang Zhou said to himself, still facing away. “They say Alphas in a Rut have no self-control, but you seem pretty clear-headed. It doesn’t look like you need my help at all. Is your ‘top student’ control over your desires really that—” strong?

Jiang Zhou stopped mid-sentence.

Something cold touched the nape of his neck. He flinched violently, nearly jumping off the bed.

It took a few seconds for Jiang Zhou to realize… that was likely Cheng Bing’s muzzle.

Part of the cold black metal pressed against his burning skin, while another part pressed against the collar, putting slight pressure on his gland. A strange, numbing sensation washed over him, nearly making him collapse.

Cheng Bing had moved at some point and was now sitting right behind him.

Just as Jiang Zhou was about to ask what he was doing, he heard a cold, suppressed voice ring out behind his ear.

Accompanied by a scorching heat.

Cheng Bing asked another question.

He asked: “How do I mark you?”