“Bunny…”

The husky voice by his ear, carrying a barely perceptible, childishly pleading lilt, was a fatal catalyst in the dim space.

Rong Shi: “…”

Did this guy go to the bathroom and then crawl into the wrong bed?

Warm breath brushed against his face, and the big cat in his arms squirmed. Rong Shi wrapped his arms around him, held him tight, and patted the cat’s backside.

“Don’t move.”

The big cat froze, startled, and its fur bristled.

“Where the f*** are you touching?”

The deliberately low voice instantly broke, confirming Rong Shi’s suspicion—this mischievous cat was feigning drunkenness.

“Was it necessary to drink that much just to get them drunk?”

“I drank because I wanted to. Getting them drunk was just a bonus.” Song Yu patted Rong Shi, disdainfully, “Relax your muscles; you’re too bony.”

Rong Shi: “…Then don’t hug me.”

He wants to hug me and yet he’s disgusted.

Song Yu buried his face in his chest: “I can’t sleep without hugging something.”

Rong Shi: “…” Something?

Rong Shi: “I’m just a substitute for a bunny doll, huh?”

“Otherwise?” Song Yu scoffed, “Soft, plump, fair, and fragrant—which of those describes you? You should be grateful I even allow you to be a substitute.”

Before Rong Shi could reply, Song Yu continued: “You secretly kissed me just now. If you act as my pillow and sleep with me for one night, I won’t hold it against you.”

Rong Shi: “Let’s choose a different payment method.”

Song Yu: “Device unsupported. Request denied.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Given the situation, Rong Shi relaxed his body.

Who can’t treat whom as a pillow?

He embraced him back.

Rong Shi held the fragrant large cat pillow, rubbing his chin against its head, finding a comfortable position to rest his eyes.

The cat in his arms wiggled around, actively snuggling closer, and had an unusual number of demands.

“Don’t put your hand on my waist; I’m ticklish.”

“Put your leg there for me to rest my feet on.”

“Move your chin up a little.”

Rong Shi couldn’t take it anymore and patted the cat’s backside again.

“Pillows don’t need to talk.”

Song Yu: “…” Damn it.

Talking to this stiff, dead rabbit would eventually drive him to death.

Song Yu decided to let himself off the hook.

Anyway, it’s just mutual utilization—as a pillow, having a body is enough.

Song Yu flung one long leg over, hugging the tight waist of the bunny pillow, and closed his eyes.

Rong Shi: “Can’t you soften up a bit?”

Song Yu: “Pillow, don’t talk.”

Rong Shi: “…”

[Wuwuwu—Whoa! Holy s***!]

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, 01’s ghostly wail echoed in his mind.

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu: “…”

[Trouble! Lin Jing and Qin Zhao are playing S|M in the basement! Should I enable shared vision?]

Rong Shi instinctively covered Song Yu’s eyes: “Enable normal mode.”

01’s chip was implanted in Rong Shi’s cranial nerves. In normal mode, all displayed data was directly connected to Rong Shi’s optic nerves, invisible to outsiders.

“Project it onto the ceiling,” Song Yu pulled away Rong Shi’s hand, which was secretly touching his hair, his eyes still sleepy, “So much energy at their age, unlike some people who look young but are already old and useless, right, Gege?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Upon receiving Rong Shi’s tacit approval, 01 synchronized the footage taken by the basement AI onto the ceiling.

Seeing the illuminated screen, the two, who had just been sleepy, instantly became wide awake.

The so-called basement was an extremely narrow metal room, more like a prison cell.

Qin Zhao, the Major General who was outwardly revered, knelt on the ground wearing a worn-out T-shirt and shorts. Even the slightest deviation in his posture would cause him to wince in pain.

Five paces in front of him, Lin Jing sat on a chair in an expensive gown, her legs crossed, looking down at him with disdain.

This was no S|M; it was pheromone control training!

In the previous ruling era, wealthy and powerful nobles would keep some Omegas as playthings. To make them obedient, they would use pheromones to control them.

It was like training a dog; any forbidden movement would trigger a pheromone attack.

Over time, those Omega playthings were trained to be completely submissive, not even daring to escape.

Hundreds, even thousands of years later, this remnant of the old system had not disappeared. Only, the roles of Alpha and Omega had been reversed.

So that’s how it is.

Rong Shi’s vague suspicions became clearer.

Some individual or organization used potions to alter the intensity and curve of Omega pheromones. They would then, through some unknown matching mechanism, find Alphas that were 100% compatible, or vice versa.

The Omegas capable of 100% matching due to drugs were temporarily called Super Omegas.

If mechs and warships were compared to hard weapons, then Super Omegas were soft weapons.

These soft weapons could kill invisibly, control generals with military power, and stand behind the curtain, manipulating the fate of the Empire.

If he had been controlled by that mole-chinned Omega in his previous life, would he be the Alpha kneeling on the ground now?

“They dare to play such tricks right under my nose.”

Song Yu’s voice was utterly cold. Before Rong Shi could stop him, he threw off the blanket and strode out of the bedroom.

Rong Shi followed and blocked him.

“Where are you going? The basement?”

“Nonsense!” Song Yu pushed him away and walked out, his eyes sharp. “Daring to challenge royalty is like trampling my face into the ground!”

After the Song family, allied with other families, overthrew the old regime, the first law they passed was the prohibition of pheromone control, absolutely forbidding the use of pheromones to restrict another’s personal freedom. In severe cases, the maximum penalty could be death.

However, in actual enforcement, judgments would also be made based on the circumstances.

Pheromones inherently carried an imbalance. In A/O relationships, it was impossible to completely avoid pheromone control, but it had to be kept within reasonable and legal limits.

Lin Jing’s situation had clearly exceeded the reasonable scope, especially since her target of control was an Imperial Major General.

“Calm down,” Rong Shi held him back. “He might not be the only one being controlled.”

Song Yu paused, turning to him in disbelief.

“Not just him? High-ranking military officials?”

After asking, he suddenly recalled the things he had investigated before.

“How much do you actually know?!”

Targeting ordinary people and targeting high-ranking military officials were two completely different concepts.

The former affected public order; the latter affected national security!

Rong Shi couldn’t tell him too much at once. He currently had no evidence, and there were too many unanswered questions. Before he gathered more facts, he didn’t want Song Yu to get too deeply involved.

“Do you trust me?” Rong Shi looked at him.

Song Yu frowned, meeting his gaze for a long time, then irritably looked away.

“You always try to gloss over things when it comes to the crucial points.”

Rong Shi sighed softly, taking his hand: “01, control the AI guards outside.”

[Already controlled. Surveillance has been set to randomly repeat for a few seconds.]

“Let’s go,” Rong Shi let 01 emerge, turning it into a pistol in his hand, and led Song Yu out.

The corridor was carpeted, and they consciously lightened their steps, moving almost silently.

[I’ve already force-locked all room doors. As long as no one tries to open them now, we won’t be discovered.]

Song Yu listened to 01’s voice, looking down at the pistol in Rong Shi’s hand.

So this gun was 01? No wonder this model couldn’t be found anywhere.

[I can transform into many models! This is the smallest of the smallest. Master finds anything else too heavy; even though I’m so handsome.]

Song Yu: “…”

Rong Shi led him to the window, letting 01 hang from the sill.

“Hold on tight.”

01’s extensibility was even better than a launcher. After a steady landing, they walked towards the main building.

[I’ve scanned it. The basement entrance isn’t through the study; it’s through the bedroom.]

Rong Shi kept an eye on the surroundings: “Who said I’m going to the basement?”

Song Yu tilted his head to look at him. With just a short sentence and a glance, he immediately understood the other’s meaning.

Pheromone control wasn’t that easy either; it required long-term training accumulation.

Even if an Omega could control an Alpha, if the Alpha’s status was higher than the Omega’s at the time of marriage, then suddenly using pheromone control wouldn’t be very effective.

It had to be a process accumulated over many years.

Qin Zhao’s state clearly indicated he had been controlled for many years.

Lin Jing also happened to be a member of that Omega Rights Protection Organization.

If he had problems, what about the other members?

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The two arrived outside the main building.

Under the dim light, they circled the main building, found a hidden corner, and had 01 fly up to a window sill above.

The windows above were closed, but 01 had countless ways to open them.

As the two ascended to the window, they saw an AI guard already opening the window, standing there waiting for them.

01: “Master, you actually didn’t recognize me, wuwuwu…”

Flipping through the window, they entered Lin Jing’s study.

The faint light from outside shone in, allowing their vision to see everything in the room clearly.

Song Yu moved separately from him, searching the desk and bookshelves for any possible clues.

Although most modern people preferred to store things on terminals, a considerable number still preferred paper, which was not only safer but also offered a good reading experience.

Rong Shi’s gaze swept over the bookshelf, then fixed on a conspicuous small vase.

He reached out, but before he could touch it, Song Yu stopped him.

“What if it’s poisoned?” Song Yu pulled out a pair of white gloves from his pants pocket and put them on.

Rong Shi: “…Why do you carry something like that with you?”

Song Yu fumbled with the vase for a moment, found a button on the back, and pressed it.

“For killing people.”

Rong Shi: “…”

What prince constantly talks about killing people like him?

Song Yu tilted his head to look at the small drawer that popped out: “Are you complaining about me again?”

Rong Shi was close, reached into the drawer, and took out the documents.

Song Yu: “Aren’t you afraid of leaving fingerprints?”

Rong Shi moved a few steps to the side, flipping through the files using the light from outside.

“01 will erase them for me.”

As he turned to the second page, Rong Shi heard a cold snort.

Song Yu mumbled softly: “Even 01 is better than him.”

Rong Shi looked at him, pulled him closer, and looked at the documents together.

“This, this, and this,” Song Yu said, pointing to them as he looked, “These were all among the group I got drunk.”

Rong Shi nodded, then asked 01: “Scanned them?”

[Already scanned.]

As he put them back, a syringe rolled out. He picked it up and saw a tiny string of characters “SYT7737” marked on it.

Indeed, it’s related to this again.

Rong Shi frowned, put the items back, and pulled Song Yu away.

He had a premonition that something else would happen before dawn.

From leaving to returning to the guest room, less than twenty minutes passed.

No longer sleepy but daring not to turn on the lights randomly for fear of suspicion, they sat on the bed, carefully examining the stolen document information page by page.

Click. A faint sound.

Rong Shi and Song Yu’s expressions changed.

Rong Shi pulled the blanket over Song Yu, then quickly stuffed a pillow from the other bed into the covers, pretending someone was lying there.

As soon as he lay down, the room door opened.

Listening carefully, they could hear very faint footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Song Yu’s eyes narrowed, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Was this person coming for him or for Rong Shi?

A killer or someone trying to sneak into their bed?

The moment the footsteps entered the bedroom, a warmth flashed in the corner of Song Yu’s eye. He looked up at Rong Shi, his fingers resting on Rong Shi’s lower back lightly tapping his skin.

[I’ll handle it.]

Song Yu’s gaze shifted, and his hand, also resting on Rong Shi’s lower back, moved to his backside and squeezed a few times.

[You say you’ll handle it, and you’ll handle it?]

Rong Shi: “…”

At a time like this, they couldn’t make any large movements, or they would definitely be discovered. They could only endure it.

Rong Shi: [You don’t have a weapon.]

Song Yu: [Do I even need a weapon for this?]

Little Song Cat was incredibly stubborn and wouldn’t listen to advice. The person was already close to the foot of the bed.

In a flash of lightning, Rong Shi lightly tapped his lower back.

[If you get hurt, my heart will ache.]

After tapping, Rong Shi felt the hand on him pause, then squeeze a few more times a moment later.

[You have a heart?]

Rong Shi: “…”

Why was his answer different from what he expected?

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Author’s Note:

Song Cat: Bunny’s butt is so bouncy and soft, so nice to touch [slurp]

Rong Bunny: …

#It’sNecessaryToTeachLittleCatThatHusband’sButtCan’tBeTouchedCasually#