FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

AGGRESSION

Sailub turned on the light and approached.

The bright white light was dazzling.

Pon lay on the bed, curled up like a little shrimp. His loose bathrobe was carelessly open, revealing his fair and delicate skin with a peachy tint.

His body was covered in fine beads of sweat, dampening the bathrobe and making him appear as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Seemingly finding the light too bright, he let out an incoherent groan from his throat. But in the next moment, his skin brushed against the sheets, causing his body to jolt as if electrified.

As a result, his muffled groan transformed into a soft and seductive tone.

Sailub couldn’t help but hold his breath. His heart was racing way too fast, fast enough to surprise him.

He had already noticed this last time—despite being a beta, he was still affected by Pon’s pheromones.

Having the experience of taking Pon to the hospital last time, Sailub remained composed.

He quickly walked to the bedside, he remembered that Pon had placed his suppressants on the nightstand.

He retrieved the suppressants, preparing to bring Pon closer and administer the injection.

But the moment his hand touched Pon’s skin, Pon’s body suddenly trembled even more violently.

There was no need for him to act at all, Pon rolled into his embrace on his own.

The scorching, youthful, slender body of the youth, exuding the fragrance of orchids, rolled into his embrace.

Like a cat in heat, Pon arched his back and rubbed against him.

Sailub was caught off guard and froze in place. His hand holding the suppressants remained stiffly suspended in the air.

Yet Pon still wasn’t satisfied.

He glued his entire body to Sailub. His bathrobes had unraveled, exposing large areas of bare skin, tightly clinging to Sailub’s body.

Yet he still wanted more.

His nape throbbed with a scorching pain, and every cell in his body begged for the soothing touch of alpha pheromones.

But he couldn’t sense any pheromones emanating from Sailub.

Restlessly, he tilted his head and licked Sailub’s lips.

His lips were hot and soft, eagerly pressing against Sailub’s.

His small, wet tongue clumsily tried to pry open Sailub’s teeth, and his burning breath brushed onto Sailub’s face.

Sailub instinctively tightened his grip on Pon’s waist.

Extremely tightly.

The syringe with the suppressant slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, emitting a dull thud.

He never imagined that one day he would share such an impure kiss with Pon.

Even if it was just an accident.

Pon’s lips were sweet and warm.

Sailub clenched the fabric of Pon's bathrobe tightly. Pon's waist was in the palm of his hand...

But he forced himself to push Pon away.

With one hand restraining Pon, and the other swiftly picking up the suppressant from the floor, he removed the needle's cap and quickly injected it into Pon's arm.