Chapter four
Zixuan watched him unravel with predatory satisfaction. "Look at you," he taunted, thrusting deep into him with one sharp motion, drawing a choked cry from Anran's lips.
The omega's nails dug into Zixuan's shoulders, his entire body tensing at the sudden stretch, the overwhelming fullness. Zixuan didn't give him time to adjust. He set a ruthless pace, each thrust punching another broken sound from Anran's throat.
"Look at you," Zixuan repeated, voice rough with satisfaction as he gripped Anran's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So desperate for it. Could Haoran ever make you feel like this?"
Anran's breath hitched, his legs tightening around Zixuan's waist. "N-no—ah! Only you, only ever—" The words shattered into a moan as Zixuan angled deeper, hitting the spot that made his vision whiten.
Zixuan smirked, leaning down to bite at Anran's swollen lips. "Good answer."
He could feel the omega trembling beneath him, his body wound tight like a bowstring. Zixuan dragged a hand between them, stroking Anran in time with his thrusts, relentlessly. "Come on," he goaded, breath hot against Anran's ear. "Let me see you fall apart."
Anran's back arched off the bed, a sob tearing from his throat as pleasure crashed over him. Zixuan followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt with a groan, his teeth sinking into Anran's shoulder as he spilled inside him.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Then Zixuan pulled back, admiring the mess he'd made—Anran's flushed skin, his dazed eyes, the bite mark purpling on his shoulder.
"Haoran could obviously not achieve this" The thought flickered through his mind before it clicked—why was he even thinking about that alpha?
Zixuan closed his eyes for about five minutes, then stood up and took a shower before putting on the spare clothes in his wardrobe and left without sparing the omega on the bed any glance.
He despised sleeping on a bed where the deed had been done; the smell of sex lingering in the air always disgusted him.
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Zixuan entered the car parked in front of the hotel. "Young Master, the master asked for your return," the driver informed him.
"What does that old man want?" Zixuan sighed, waving for the driver to move as he rested his head against the seat. He was tired after hours of proving to Anran that he was far superior in bed to Haoran.
After ten minutes of silence, the driver spoke again. "Sir, we have arrived."
Zixuan opened his eyes, and a grand mansion came into view. The structure was imposing, a three-story masterpiece built entirely of polished marble. Towering pillars framed the entrance, and intricate carvings adorned the double doors, a testament to the Fu family's wealth. The windows gleamed under the moonlight, reflecting the meticulously landscaped gardens that surrounded the estate.
Zixuan pushed the car door open and strode toward the mansion, his footsteps echoing against the marble pathway.
"The only thing that boy knows how to do is sleep around !" An elderly man's furious voice boomed from inside.
"Here we go again," Zixuan muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Who in the hell made my old man Fu angry?" Zixuan called out, hands stuffed in his pockets as he strolled confidently into the mansion.
When Mr. Fu heard that, it was as if someone had injected him with a double dose of rage. "Rascal! You have the nerve to ask that? Who else would make me angry other than you? You don't work, you don't have a wife—at least then I could plan on leaving the property to my grandson since you're technically useless! So tell me, what is your purpose in my life?"*
Zixuan smirked, unfazed. "Being handsome, of course. At least when someone asks who your son is, you can proudly say, 'This is my handsome son, Zixuan.'" He winked smugly.
"You—rascal!" Mr. Fu's face turned red with fury as he scanned the room for something to throw.
"It's okay, it's time for dinner," Mrs. Fu interjected smoothly, stepping in to defuse the tension. She linked arms with her husband, her voice soothing. "Old man, don't mind him. You're already getting on in years—do you want to die of anger because of this boy? If you die, I'll just find another handsome alpha. You know I have a thing for handsome men."
Instantly, Mr. Fu's anger evaporated. "Honey, don't say that! Nothing will happen to me, and don't you dare dream about any man besides me." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his earlier rage forgotten.
Zixuan grimaced at the display. "Old men and their boring flirting skills."
"Zixuan!" Mrs. Fu warned, narrowing her eyes.
*"Sorry,"* he surrendered, raising his hands. *"It's not my fault you old folks don't understand jokes,"* he muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," Mrs. Fu snapped.
Zixuan bolted to the dining table before she could say another word. If there was one person in the world he feared, it was Mrs. Fu. With Mr. Fu, he knew a few sweet words from her would calm him down. But her? A wife-spoiling alpha like his father wouldn't dare stop her from disciplining him.
Zixuan's parents sat at the dining table as the maids served the food. Zixuan's eyes couldn't leave the female Omega's body as she served his food.
"Beautiful, what's your name?" Zixuan asked. He winked at the Omega, who shyly looked at him.
A bang on the table was heard, which frightened the Omega, who bowed and ran out.
"At least have respect for your parents when they are in front of you," Mr. Fu said as he glared at his son in utter disgust.
Zixuan sighed exaggeratedly at his father's gaze. "Don't look at me like that, it hurts my heart so badly," he said, touching his chest like he was in pain.
"Let's eat," Mrs. Fu ordered, interrupting the unsettling atmosphere as she glared at Zixuan in warning. The threaten
ing gaze instantly stopped the drama that zixuan was itching to start