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CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

[R18]

"Omegas' scent glands are prone to instinctively responding to situations before they are even processed. They are very sensitive to an Alpha's pheromones. But what I'm referring to is the scent of arousal or a sexual invitation from Alphas," their professor had once explained.

Yibo's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He turned to see Zhan slowly lifting his head, locking eyes with him. Panic surged through Yibo's body—he was already in serious trouble.

Sweat trickled down his temple, running along his neck. He began to back away, inching toward the door without drawing Zhan's attention. The pressure of the moment made him swallow hard.

He wanted Zhan—God, he wanted him—but not like this. He had never handled an Omega in heat before and had no idea what to do.

"Heat suppressants are pills an Omega can take to lessen or even stop a heat." Yibo's thoughts scrambled for a solution.

He knew what had to be done, but had no clue where Zhan kept his suppressants.

Zhan stood from the bed and started moving toward him. Yibo instinctively took another step back.

"W-Where are your suppressants?" Yibo asked, voice shaky.

Zhan stopped and let out a soft laugh. His eyes gleamed red—a clear sign he was in heat.

"Too late for that," he whispered.

"Help me."

Yibo was stunned, speechless.

In a flash of panic, he bolted, slamming the door shut behind him. Zhan's fists pounded against the wood.

"Do something about it," Yibo muttered, collapsing to the floor behind the door. His legs had given out.

But when the banging abruptly stopped, worry crept in. Was Zhan okay? Should he open the door?

He remained still, ears straining for any sound.

Then, it hit him.

A wave of pheromones seeped through the gap under the door. He clamped a hand over his nose, but it was already too late. His Alpha instincts roared awake. Every sense sharpened. He could hear Zhan's breathing, feel his pulse, sense every movement within the room.

"Shit," Yibo hissed. He glanced at the clock, then closed his eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered.

His hand slid into his pants. The scent of Zhan’s heat overwhelmed him. His cock was already hard and throbbing. The air was thick with their mingled pheromones, wrapping the room in a lustful haze.

Yibo's mind created vivid images of Zhan—legs spread wide on his bed, clutching Yibo’s pillow, two fingers pumping into his hole. The picture was too real, too intense.

He imagined the way Zhan's cock looked, dripping with precum, begging to be touched.

Yibo gripped himself tighter, stroking in rhythm with the fantasy.

Inside, Zhan moaned—soft, breathy, sensual."Yibo~" he whimpered, fingers working faster.

"I-I can’t... Y-Yibo, please..."

Yibo groaned in response, increasing the pace of his strokes. He let his own pheromones leak out, flooding the air to give Zhan the illusion of touch. Zhan gasped, reacting to the invisible caress.

In Zhan's mind, Yibo was there—touching him, guiding him, making him feel good. He imagined strong arms pulling him close, lips brushing his skin. The fantasy spiraled.

Sweat rolled down Zhan’s face as he imagined Yibo’s hands tracing every curve of his body. Their breathing quickened. Their minds blurred reality and illusion.

Their bodies trembled, toes curling as the climax built. The sound of each other's moans filled the space—real or imagined, it didn’t matter. In their minds, they were already tangled together.

Zhan’s body shook, his fingers coated in cum, holding his still-hard cock. His chest heaved, and all he could think was, 'I wish it had really been him.'

Meanwhile, Yibo leaned against the door, breathless and overwhelmed with guilt and arousal.

"Shit... what did I do?" he muttered.

He hated himself for interfering, yet part of him didn’t regret it.

He got up, intent on cleaning himself, when the door unexpectedly opened.

Yibo froze.

He hadn’t even wiped himself yet, and his pants were stained. He immediately covered the front of his pants with his hand.

Zhan’s eyes landed on the spot Yibo was hiding and let out a soft laugh.

"Told you... you should’ve helped me," Zhan said, smiling sleepily.

Yibo looked away, cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment.

"Need help?" Zhan teased, stepping closer.

Yibo stared at him blankly before smirking. "How about you take your clothes off? We need to talk."

Zhan tilted his head with a lazy grin.

"Sure"

END OF CHAPTER 3