Chapter 61: Fantasies of Desire

Immersed in the clear, sweet floral scent and hearing these words, Zhu Zhixi actually felt a strong sense of dizziness, as if he could really feel Fu Rangyi’s pheromones and was truly affected by them.

To be a Beta, yet to feel this way from such a great distance, it was terrifying.

Fu Rangyi held his phone at a slightly low angle and very close, creating the illusion that his entire face was leaning right in front of him.

He looked down and continued to command in an inviolable tone, “Answer me.”

“I smell it,” Zhu Zhixi also lowered his eyes. Under the light, the mole on his eyelid was an even more vivid red. “As an Alpha, aren’t you a bit too fragrant?”

This was undoubtedly a bit provocative.

Fu Rangyi smiled and said slowly, “So what should an Alpha smell like? Eucalyptus? Or sandalwood?”

His jealousy is really strong. Zhu Zhixi lifted his eyelids and also smiled. “It doesn’t matter, I can’t smell them anyway.” His lips were very red, and when he spoke, they opened and closed, revealing a glimpse of his pearly white teeth and the tip of his tongue.

He added, “I can only smell you. Whatever you smell like, that’s what Alphas smell like.”

On the screen, Fu Rangyi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t speak. He was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, it was somewhat random. “What are you wearing?”

Zhu Zhixi looked down. “A bathrobe. It was so cold when I got back just now, so I took a hot shower. Your place…”

“Take it off,” Fu Rangyi suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting his directly.

Zhu Zhixi was stunned at first, then after a few seconds, he laughed. “No.”

“You’re not going to listen?” Fu Rangyi said. “This is a command.”

“It’s cold.” The light flowed in his pupils like black agate, watery and bright. But soon, the eyes on the screen disappeared, replaced by the ceiling. The phone had been placed on the quilt.

In the next second, a thin, fair foot appeared, swinging back and forth, the sole and toes a translucent pink. Fu Rangyi could even imagine his posture—leaning against the bed, legs crossed, gently swinging.

“My feet are still cold,” he said with a hint of complaint in his voice.

Fu Rangyi said again, “Get under the covers.”

“Alright.”

Zhu Zhixi picked up his phone and got under the covers. His face returned to the screen, but only the lower half, and it continued to move down, to his neck, his collarbones… A slender hand appeared, also moving down.

The tightly wrapped white bathrobe opened up like a flower, revealing his shoulders and chest.

“I’ve obeyed,” Zhu Zhixi said.

“So good,” he praised with a cold face, but his neck was already flushed red.

Zhu Zhixi found it difficult to gauge the extent of his excitement from his expression. Even when they were together, he felt that Fu Rangyi was excessively composed, and only in some unguarded moments could he catch a glimpse of him being controlled by desire. This always made Zhu Zhixi’s heart itch.

Through the screen, it seemed even harder to grasp those fleeting threads of lust. Zhu Zhixi couldn’t help but quietly switch out to check his data. It was the most honest and direct reaction.

The expanse of bright red was terrifying to look at.

But he was soon caught.

“Are you looking at the data?” Fu Rangyi’s tone even held a hint of inscrutable amusement.

Zhu Zhixi immediately switched back, feigning innocence. “Hm?”

Fu Rangyi didn’t seem to blame him, but instead said to himself, “Then I won’t take off the wristband.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Fu Rangyi had been drinking, his speech was slower and hoarser than usual. “You seem to really want to know how bad my situation is right now.”

He pressed on, “Does this excite you?”

Zhu Zhixi’s heart pounded. He had been found out.

“What do you think?” he retorted.

Fu Rangyi didn’t answer. He only said, “I’ve set it to the highest level.”

“Hm?” Zhu Zhixi was a little confused.

Fu Rangyi told him with a nonchalant expression, “Right now, among everyone, only you can smell my pheromones. Not even I can.”

Help me. He was too good at manipulating a heart, using “special” and “unique.” He even excluded himself.

In the end, Zhu Zhixi couldn’t hold out. He quickly turned his head and buried his face in the pillow. Only a section of his fair neck was left on the screen, the tendons on his neck gently pulsating.

“Fu Rangyi, you should drink less in the future…” his voice was muffled. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can’t take it again,” Fu Rangyi laughed softly.

Zhu Zhixi seemed to still want to look at him, so he turned his face back again. His bangs were messy from rubbing against the pillow, and his eyes were extremely bright.

He stared for a while and asked, “Why aren’t you wearing clothes? Because I didn’t pack your pajamas?”

The person on the other end of the screen said flatly, “They got dirty.”

“Dirty?” Zhu Zhixi laughed. “Aren’t you the cleanest person? How did they get dirty?”

“How else do pajamas get dirty?” Fu Rangyi retorted.

Zhu Zhixi’s face suddenly burned. He demanded, “You! You did something bad with my pajamas?”

“I did it in a dream,” his tone was light, but his gaze was intense.

What? Zhu Zhixi was stunned.

Fu Rangyi’s tone was cold, but when mixed with a hint of amusement, it had an elusive flirtatiousness. His gaze traveled over Zhu Zhixi’s face through the screen, and he said, “Who told you to come into my dream?”

Zhu Zhixi was so angered by the drunkard’s logic that he wanted to laugh. “How can you turn the tables on me?”

“I learned it from you.”

So it’s all my fault in the end? Too mean. Zhu Zhixi pursed his lips and glanced away. Nestled in the quilt, his body temperature gradually rose, and the floral scent in the room grew stronger. A thin layer of sweat seemed to have formed on his back, sticky. The white bathrobe clung damply to his spine, making him itch.

“You don’t want to talk to me again?”

Zhu Zhixi looked back. Is it an illusion? On the screen, Fu Rangyi’s neck seemed to be getting redder and redder. The back of his neck must feel very hot to the touch right now, and behind his ears too. If he stroked and pressed his fingers there, he could feel a small gland under the thin, smooth skin, twitching ever so slightly, as if it were a living thing.

He loved climbing onto Fu Rangyi’s back, caressing and kneading his nape. When he did that, a certain someone’s calm and self-possessed icy shell would crack and melt. He would kiss deeply and urgently, his breathing growing heavier.

Just like… right now.

Zhu Zhixi frowned and subconsciously asked, “What… what are you doing right now?”

On the screen, Fu Rangyi was leaning back against the pillow, his lips slightly parted. His sharp teeth were out.

The phone vibrated a few times, and a message popped up.

[Warning: The wristband wearer’s pheromone index has exceeded the safe range. Please take suppressive measures immediately!]

[Warning: The wristband wearer’s pheromone index has exceeded the safe range. Please take suppressive measures immediately!]

Fu Rangyi’s reaction was a little delayed. He tilted his head, squinted at Zhu Zhixi, and said, “I’m… dreaming, while looking at your face.”

“Dreaming?” Zhu Zhixi was taken aback.

“An interrupted dream,” he smiled, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Zhu Zhixi’s cheeks burned, and he almost couldn’t hold his phone steady. “How can you be like this? Don’t look at me…”

“Why?” Fu Rangyi’s panting became more obvious, his eyes red, whether from alcohol or pheromones, he didn’t know. He paused, then said, “You usually don’t let me look either, always covering yourself with your hands.”

Zhu Zhixi’s mind raced for a moment before he realized what this person was talking about, his face burning even hotter. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

He didn’t listen, but instead said, word by word, “Zhu Zhixi, don’t cover yourself. You’re very beautiful. You’re beautiful no matter what you do.” His tone was serious, yet it was mixed with low pants, both solemn and wanton.

Zhu Zhixi was mesmerized. His brain even began to expand beyond his control, restoring the complete Fu Rangyi—tense arms, abs, legs…

Is it an illusion? He vaguely heard the sound of water.

“Fu Rangyi, you’re going too far.”

“Can’t I? Do you hate it?” The sound became more obvious, even like a provocation, but Fu Rangyi’s expression was innocent. “You don’t like me looking at your face while I do this? We’re married.”

“Aren’t you my wife?” he asked innocently.

Hearing this term of endearment, Zhu Zhixi’s inner defenses collapsed again and again. He didn’t want Fu Rangyi to misunderstand, so he said, “I don’t dislike it, I’m just…” not used to it. It’s the first time being seduced like this, through a screen. It’s so strange.

Fu Rangyi suddenly moved closer to the screen, just like he did every time they kissed. He asked in an inviting tone, “Want to do it together?”

Hearing this, Zhu Zhixi’s temples throbbed. It felt… like he was back in Fu Rangyi’s previous susceptible period.

“Zhu Zhixi, look at me. Don’t hide.” The sound of panting was transmitted through the electromagnetic signal, like a feather gently stroking his ear.

Zhu Zhixi took a deep breath. He didn’t want to be so easily manipulated, so he deliberately acted mischievous. “Professor Fu, you’re so bold. Aren’t you afraid I’ll screen record you? If I post it online, you’ll be finished.”

His tone was light and rebellious. “A university professor, yet with no sense of precaution. When the time comes, you’ll definitely lose your job.”

Who knew that upon hearing this, Fu Rangyi would actually raise an eyebrow and say with a smile, “Go ahead and post it.”

He’s really not afraid.

“Zhu Zhixi, if I lose my job, I’ll have lots and lots of time.” His tone became heavier. “I’ll lock you up and bully you from morning till night.”

This was definitely a threat. But for some reason, when Zhu Zhixi heard it, a trace of anticipation welled up in his heart.

This was no longer the cold, aloof Professor Fu in the eyes of outsiders.

“If you lock me up, I’ll tie you up,” Zhu Zhixi’s tone became sticky. “With outdoor rope, wrapped down from your shoulders, through your arms, and around your waist. That way, your shoulders will be wide open…”

As he spoke, he suddenly fell silent and laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” Fu Rangyi asked.

“Nothing,” Zhu Zhixi took a deep breath, moved deeper into the covers, and his free hand also reached down. “I was just imagining it. It should be quite a sight.”

The bathrobe fell completely open.

He had just said it casually, but Fu Rangyi seemed to have actually considered it seriously. He frowned and said, “It’s very troublesome to have your hands tied. Last time…”

“You dare bring that up? Even with the handcuffs on, it didn’t stop you from doing whatever you wanted,” Zhu Zhixi retorted in a small voice.

“Do whatever I want…” Fu Rangyi asked, panting, “Can I?”

There was no communicating with a drunkard. Zhu Zhixi was a little helpless. Before he could speak, the drunkard spoke again.

“Call me. Command.”

Zhu Zhixi stared at his Adam’s apple, which was bobbing with his deep breaths, and called out in a suppressed voice, “Fu Rangyi…”

“Change it.”

It was too hot under the covers. Zhu Zhixi was a little dizzy. He didn’t want to give in so easily, so he remained silent and deliberately placed his phone under his ear, pressing it against the earpiece, not letting Fu Rangyi see, but he could clearly hear every trembling syllable.

Fu Rangyi repeated, “Change it. This is a command.”

Zhu Zhixi took a deep breath and deliberately didn’t say what he wanted to hear. “Professor Fu.”

“…Change it again.”

The sound of his inhaling was so obvious.

“No.”

Zhu Zhixi’s rebellious streak kicked in. He even deliberately flipped his phone over and pressed it against the pillow. The tight, aching feeling he had felt before appeared again. Was it the reproductive cavity? Zhu Zhixi didn’t know. This strange feeling was so foreign. He even felt something flowing out. Was this normal? It shouldn’t be a reaction a Beta should have.

It was just secondary development of the gland, not a sex change…

So hot. The invisible pomelo blossoms were blooming lushly, in clusters. In a daze, he felt as if he had walked into a certain night in April. He was sweating a lot and simply threw off the covers.

Fu Rangyi’s “commands” became more and more outrageous. His brilliant brain seemed to have been invaded by something, just like during his susceptible period. All he could say was “give it to me.”

But Zhu Zhixi was not the same person he was before. After so many days, so many nights, even a stubborn stone would be penetrated by the continuous, dripping water.

Invisibly, he had long been tamed, and had come to know the taste. Even just deep and shallow breaths could bring back memories in his mind. There was no touch, no embrace, no kiss, only sound, only the face blurred by the screen. But that hand, the one he was most familiar with, seemed to have pierced through the distance, through the screen, holding a pomelo blossom, gently sweeping from his cheek, his neck, his collarbones, all the way down, softly caressing Zhu Zhixi’s trembling wrist, his moist fingers.

“Baby.”

These two words almost shattered Zhu Zhixi’s fantasy game. He let out a moan, then realized it and bit his teeth tightly.

Perhaps it was because there was a layer of glass between them that Fu Rangyi was even more flirtatious than before. It had been so long since he had heard Fu Rangyi make such a sound—not calm and composed at all, not selflessly devoted, as if he couldn’t live without him.

“I miss you so much… come sit on me…”

Fu Rangyi’s voice became more and more urgent.

Just like that, Zhu Zhixi gritted his teeth, listening to some obscene words he would never hear normally. The heavy and light thoughts in his mind rose and fell, layer upon layer, rippling out. The further it went, the emptier he felt. This was far from enough. The longing from this period was like a black veil, completely enveloping him. The more he heard Fu Rangyi say these outrageous things, the more he felt it wasn’t enough. He wanted the real Fu Rangyi, pressed tightly against him, with no gaps. Lost in these crazy thoughts, Zhu Zhixi arched his back, drenched in sweat, until the tightly wound string finally snapped. The stubborn stone was pierced. The water dripped down.

All his muscles relaxed. Zhu Zhixi was limp all over, with no desire to move. His lips pressed against the microphone, breathless. After a long while, he reached for his phone and flipped the screen over.

Fu Rangyi was tilting his head back, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead to his jawline.

[Warning: The wristband wearer’s pheromone index has exceeded the safe range. Please take suppressive measures immediately!]

[Warning: The wristband wearer’s pheromone index has exceeded the safe range. Please take suppressive measures immediately!]

The vibrations were non-stop…

He calmed his breathing and decided to be merciful and help Fu Rangyi out.

“Professor Fu, look at me.”

Hearing his voice, Fu Rangyi lowered his head and looked over. On the screen was no longer his familiar face, but a slender waist, so white it was overexposed. This perspective was almost like…

A thin, fair hand came down and pressed on it.

“You haven’t even cared if it has grown well,” he “complained” softly.

His canine teeth ached.

I want to mark him.

Right now, immediately. Bite through that layer of skin and flesh, inject pheromones, the more the better.

No, not just that.

He wanted to permanently mark this person.

The alarm vibrations became more and more frequent.

Through the screen, Zhu Zhixi’s courage also grew considerably. He continued to tease non-stop, saying, “Professor Fu, I’ve never asked you, the memories of your last susceptible period… have they all recovered?”

He heard Fu Rangyi make a sound from his nasal cavity, as if admitting it, very low and deep.

“You remember everything? Everything?” As he writhed, that dark mole appeared, pressed against by a reddish fingertip. There was a smile in Zhu Zhixi’s voice. “Then shouldn’t you apologize to this place? For doing such an outrageous thing.”

He heard what he wanted to hear. A flustered, terrible, out-of-control sound.

“Do you want to do it again?” Zhu Zhixi asked, sinking down, almost pressing against the cold phone screen.

“I won’t tie your hands this time, I promise.”

The violent, frequent vibrations couldn’t suppress the rapid breathing. The candlelight on the bedside table flickered, dripping pink wax, almost completely melted. This hot dream was about to end. The dream collapsed with extraordinary speed, everything trembling.

Fu Rangyi frowned tightly, his eyes closed. “Zhu Zhixi…”

However, he heard two short sounds. It was the sound of fingers tapping on the screen. And so, at the very end, he opened his eyes.

“Husband, look at me,” on the screen, Zhu Zhixi’s face appeared again. His bangs were soaked with sweat, sticking to his temples. A light pink flush covered his face, his lips parted, the tip of his tongue peeking out slightly.

It completely collapsed. Pink ink fell into the water, spreading out in wisps, then dissolving, briefly disappearing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it was still difficult. The wristband was still emitting a silvery-white light.

Zhu Zhixi smiled, his tone light and smug. He said deliberately, “Wipe it, husband.”

“Your baby can’t see you clearly anymore.”