After Transmigrating into an ABO World with My Nemesis (BL) - Chapter 3

No wonder Cheng Bing looked so calm; he had actually already gone insane.

Haha.

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Crap.

The pressure on the back of his neck remained. Cheng Bing’s muzzle was pressed against his collar, bearing down directly on his gland.

Cheng Bing showed no intention of pulling away. The Alpha pheromones suddenly thickened, forming a sealed cocoon that wrapped around him.

Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth and asked, “Don’t you think this question is a bit… presumptuous?”

The air was thin; even speaking made him pant.

“Can I not mark you?” Cheng Bing asked in a low voice, his face still pressed against Jiang Zhou’s neck.

As he asked, he began to feel around Jiang Zhou’s collar.

There was a small gap in the collar—just enough for Cheng Bing to slide a single finger inside.

His fingertip traced the skin at the nape of Jiang Zhou’s neck inch by inch until it rested near the gland.

It was swollen, warm, and pulsing slightly.

Cheng Bing’s heart suddenly began to race, and a restless itch spread to his teeth. This tiny, soft organ fascinated him, making him want… making him want to crush it and swallow it whole.

Jiang Zhou’s gland was already sensitive—swollen, hot, and slightly numb. When Cheng Bing first touched it, he didn’t feel much. But then, Cheng Bing’s fingertip found the gland and pressed down lightly.

“Is it here?” he murmured.

A powerful jolt of electricity shot from the gland straight through his spine. Jiang Zhou nearly collapsed entirely.

At the same time, the collar emitted a sharp alarm.

Beep—

“Ssss.” The stinging pain at the back of his neck intensified, clearing Jiang Zhou’s muddled brain slightly. He turned around, intending to shove Cheng Bing back, but for some reason, his hands only managed to rest weakly against Cheng Bing’s shoulders.

Jiang Zhou’s heart sank. This wasn’t a shove at all.

Instead, it looked more like “playing hard to get.”

He hurriedly looked up to glare at Cheng Bing, hoping to scare him off with a look. “Don’t touch me!” he snapped.

But under the influence of the pheromones, the words carried no weight; they sounded soft and limp instead.

However, those limp words seemed to have a magical effect.

Cheng Bing actually stopped moving. He stared at Jiang Zhou, motionless.

His expression was cold and aloof, as if he hadn’t been dragged into this muddy pit of desire at all.

Except his eyes were terrifyingly dark.

A long silence followed. The room grew quiet, save for the sound of their colliding breaths.

Jiang Zhou was like a stressed cat—body tense, eyes fixed on Cheng Bing without blinking, looking like he might explode at any second.

After staring back for a while, Cheng Bing finally lowered his gaze and obediently, slowly backed away.

He backed off?

Jiang Zhou was stunned, his hands still hanging in mid-air. He watched Cheng Bing warily for a moment, and once he was sure Cheng Bing wouldn’t lean in again, he let out a massive sigh of relief.

Of course, he wasn’t afraid of Cheng Bing. They’d been fighting since they were kids.

But pheromones were completely irrational.

They made his body feel entirely out of his control.

Jiang Zhou’s hands were still held up in that defensive posture, making him look a bit silly. Just as he was about to pull them back, his wrist was suddenly seized by a scorching palm, stopping his retreat.

Jiang Zhou’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked at Cheng Bing.

Cheng Bing’s face was still unreadable, but he didn’t seem to be trying to mark Jiang Zhou anymore.

He was simply pinning him there, refusing to let him show any sign of escaping.

Jiang Zhou didn’t quite understand what Cheng Bing was trying to do. Alphas in a Rut truly seemed abnormal.

Jiang Zhou tried to yank his hand away, but it wouldn’t budge. He gave up and asked, “What do you want?”

Cheng Bing looked at him with feigned calmness. “Weren’t you going to help me?”

That was true, but…

Jiang Zhou asked in an odd tone, “How did you accept all this so fast?”

Was transmigrating to a six-gender parallel world really that easy to accept?

Wasn’t he worried Jiang Zhou was lying to him?

Perhaps sensing his internal skepticism, Cheng Bing said, “You have no reason to lie to me.”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

True. There really wasn’t.

The thought of lifelong nemeses being forced into intimacy was enough to make anyone sick. Jiang Zhou wasn’t about to get himself caught up in his own prank.

Besides…

Cheng Bing’s eyes darkened for a split second.

That fleeting scent of fruit candy lingered at the tip of his nose. It felt so fragile, as if he could easily wring every last drop of sweetness out of it if he wanted to.

An Alpha’s predatory nature is innate; the desire to dominate an Omega is an instinct. This nature and instinct had assimilated Cheng Bing, making him accept in an instant that he was, indeed, an Alpha.

It was something that required no questioning.

Cheng Bing could also clearly feel that Jiang Zhou was currently very vulnerable.

But Jiang Zhou himself had no idea he was in such a “damageable” state. They’d been at each other’s throats for years, and this was the first time Cheng Bing actually needed something from him.

So, he immediately got cocky. Lifting his chin, he said triumphantly, “Oh, Cheng Bing, Cheng-y Bing… so even you have times when you have to beg me for help.”

That smug little face was enough to make someone’s teeth itch.

Under the black muzzle, Cheng Bing imperceptibly licked his canine teeth. It felt as if some kind of liquid was about to flow down from the tips of his fangs.

A strange desire expanded in his heart, making him want to… want to give Jiang Zhou a hard bite.

Jiang Zhou waited for a while without getting an answer. He looked up and saw that Cheng Bing still had that same old deadpan, gloomy face—zero reaction.

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Jiang Zhou curled his lip and said unhappily, “You’re so boring.”

Cheng Bing was like a block of ice; no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t warm him up.

Jiang Zhou considered himself a very easygoing and inclusive person. He was good to his friends, had a great reputation, and was a social butterfly everywhere he went. Yet, he’d always hit a wall with Cheng Bing.

The guy was cold-natured, resistant to kindness, and would even find people annoying.

Completely detestable.

Jiang Zhou didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He just wanted to get this over with. He said casually, “Fine, since I’m so generous and kind-hearted, I’ll consider this my good deed for the day. We should probably just… give each other a hug, and k—”

The moment Cheng Bing heard that last word, his gaze snapped to Jiang Zhou’s face.

His eyes were so scorching that Jiang Zhou immediately felt awkward, and the words got stuck in his throat.

After two seconds of stalling, he still couldn’t bring himself to say “kiss.” His expression became hard to read, and he mumbled, “Just… just a hug! A hug is enough!”

He got louder toward the end, sounding very self-righteous.

Anyway, that’s what the manual said! All intimate acts are acceptable; in severe cases, multiple acts can be stacked.

“Can be stacked” implies they also don’t have to be stacked.

He’d start with a hug and see. A k-k-kiss was still way too much for them.

Clearly, Cheng Bing thought so too. He didn’t speak, nor did he object.

Jiang Zhou decided to keep winging it. He opened his arms toward Cheng Bing and urged, “Come on, hug me! Hurry up!”

In this posture, he was completely exposing his vitals. Cheng Bing watched him for a long time.

Jiang Zhou had an abundance of kindness; he always had a smile for everyone, carefree and happy no matter what.

There was no gloom in him. His heart was clear and translucent, allowing sunlight to pour in without obstruction, making his whole being feel warm.

How can a person like this exist? Cheng Bing wondered.

Perhaps the light he emitted was too intense, so if you got too close, you’d be caught in it, scorched by the radiance he brought.

Cheng Bing didn’t like that feeling.

“Why aren’t you hugging?” Jiang Zhou’s arms were getting tired. Seeing Cheng Bing hadn’t moved, he urged him irritably.

Cheng Bing looked up. When Jiang Zhou was annoyed, it showed on his face—his lips were slightly downturned, his eyelids tense, staring straight at him with a stubborn air.

Soft, fragrant sunlight—it was a drug-like thing, tempting and addictive.

He should have refused.

Like the countless times before.

But his will was out of control, leaving only pure instinct.

Cheng Bing gripped Jiang Zhou’s wrist and yanked him into his arms.

Jiang Zhou was held—tightly, very tightly. They had never been this close before. Like birds with intertwined necks, they could even feel the heat from each other’s bodies. Cheng Bing’s face was buried in the crook of his neck, the cold muzzle digging into him, making him shiver.

Jiang Zhou heard Cheng Bing inhale—a deep breath. It took him two seconds to realize that Cheng Bing was… sniffing his pheromones.

He was scenting him with an intense, desperate hunger.

Perhaps because of the collar, Jiang Zhou’s pheromones were suppressed, releasing only a faint trace. This left the Alpha unsatisfied, and Jiang Zhou felt the hug tighten further.

…He was about to run out of air.

Jiang Zhou struggled and pushed at him, saying with difficulty, “Loosen up a bit! Are you trying to murder me?”

He expected Cheng Bing to ignore him again, but to his surprise, Cheng Bing lifted his head from his shoulder.

Jiang Zhou was currently straddling Cheng Bing, so his vantage point was slightly higher. Cheng Bing looked up from below. They were so close that only the muzzle stood between them. If the muzzle were removed, their lips would touch.

For some reason, even Jiang Zhou’s ears started to burn.

Cheng Bing gazed at him intently, his eyes like a spiderweb, completely enveloping Jiang Zhou.

“I won’t murder you,” he said.

Jiang Zhou felt there was something very wrong with his gaze, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He only felt his spine go soft and tingly. In a tiny, complaining voice, he whispered, “Then don’t hold me so tight.”

Cheng Bing shook his head. “I can’t. You’ll run away.”

Jiang Zhou: “…I won’t run.”

Cheng Bing stared at him as if trying to confirm he wasn’t lying. Jiang Zhou lowered his eyes to meet his gaze.

A moment later, Cheng Bing finally, tentatively, loosened his grip a tiny bit.

Then, perhaps feeling he had loosened it too much, he thought for a second and squeezed tight again.

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Fine. Better than before. At least I can breathe.

Alphas in a Rut really aren’t normal, Jiang Zhou thought. Even Cheng Bing has become weird.

Pheromones, man… they’re really something.

…Actually, they were a bit too much.

After being held for a long time, Jiang Zhou couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted his hips uncomfortably and said to Cheng Bing, who had buried his face back in his neck:

“Can you… can you try to control that a little bit?”

His tone was bizarre, and his expression was indescribable.

Cheng Bing was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Sorry. I can’t control it.”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Jiang Zhou’s earlobes were so red they looked like they might bleed. He thought to himself through gritted teeth that he really should just kill Cheng Bing.