Rejecting Support (6)

Wen Xiusen's fingers are long, strong, and well-proportioned, with even joints.

In a previous award-winning video, Wen Xiusen once played the role of a medical doctor. In the film, there were scenes of the doctor performing surgery. On-screen, Wen Xiusen's performance was very professional, even demonstrating highly skilled suturing and knot-tying techniques.

This was something he practiced by mimicking the hand gestures from medical textbooks and watching surgical documentaries.

This attitude, which completely showed attention to detail, earned sincere praise from the director.

However, after the film was released, the reviews for these close-up shots of Wen Xiusen's hands were not focused on professionalism, precision, or dedication.

It was—

'Sexy.'

Only now were these universally recognized as 'sexy' fingers being used on Bo Xiyun.

The skin on the back of the young man's neck was originally tender, and his body was slender. Through the almost transparent white skin, the contours of the neck bones were clearly visible.

Even in the case of bone joints, it's hard to withstand the pressure, let alone the glands that are a hundred times more tender than that.

Under the touch of the slender and long fingers, the new glands feel so smooth and soft, as if they contain juicy and luscious flesh, and through the thin skin, you can feel the soft and tender sweetness underneath.

Wen Xiusen is much taller and larger in build compared to Bo Xiyun; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy for him to encircle the person in his arms.

The contrast in their physical shapes is quite pronounced in every aspect. Wen Xiusen's palm is long and wide, with just three fingers capable of covering the entire fair back of the youth. With a gentle grip, he can easily control the most sensitive part of the young man.

The young man could not help but tremble, but he could not escape from the seemingly loose confinement no matter what.

The boy's bare fair skin was already stained with fine sweat, and the delicate back of his neck was held in the man's hand, like a snow-white crane being slaughtered by its neck.

The gap between the snowy white and the cyan veins on Wen Xiusen's tightly held fingers was too sharp, adding a palpitating color to the whole picture. Now, the adult man who had accumulated enough strength to arouse fear did not do anything too outrageous to the young man in his hands.

——If you ignore the young man's unstoppable tears and soft intermittent sobs. No omega would easily expose his glands to others and hand them over to an alpha. Unfortunately, Bo Xiyun, who lacked gender knowledge, failed to take precautions early.

So by this time, the young man had completely lost the strength to resist.

The new glands were more tempting than sweet to the alpha, but to Bo Xiyun, a little touch was enough to completely deprive him of his strength. After having his glands "kneaded" and pressed several times by the slightly rough fingertips, the young man's narrow waist has become completely soft.

He was sitting in the man's arms with his back to him. When he was first held in this position, the omega's slender bare feet would be able to step on Wen Xiusen's leg bones, but not long after, the boy was unable to even step on it, the beautiful calves slipped down and were forced to separate on both sides of the man's long legs. Not only the calves, but also the whole body could not stop being tense and trembling.

Bo Xiyun didn't know what Wen Xiusen wanted to do, and he had no time to think about it. His remaining thoughts were condensed into a single thought.

No...,please stop.... 

Unfortunately. 

Contrary to one's wishes 

"Woo...ah, ow!!"

The red glands that had been "touched" were once again covered by long fingers. This time, the man actually used his fingertips to grind and massage them.

This work almost caused the young man, who was on the verge of reaching his limit, to faint. His sobs, which were originally much weaker, were almost silent, and the final note was hoarse.

"…Er, woo…"

Bo Xiyun really couldn't stand it anymore. He struggled to push back the alpha's movements with his elbows, desperately trying to move forward, even if he just moved a little away.

It was a kind of severe torture that was like burning to death.

Even though it was just a pitiful escape, it was not allowed at all.

The young man's pushing arm didn't have much strength at all, and he only pushed twice. Wen Xiusen, who was behind him, directly held his upper arm.

Bo Xiyun is slender in shape, too light in weight, and doesn't have much flesh on his arms at all, so that the man can directly hold his upper arm with one hand and lift it easily.

Immediately, the omega's other slender upper arm was also held in the man's palm. Through the thin shirt, the delicate part on the inside of the young man's arm was pinched and pressed by warm and powerful thumbs, so that his arm completely lost its strength. Only the delicate white fingertips were left weak and trembling.

This position of having both arms held from behind made the boy more completely controlled.

The sobbing omega was like a fragile and delicate doll that could be manipulated at will. The warm breath of the alpha fell from behind, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

For Bo Xiyun, who has almost collapsed, the only little bit of relief left at the moment was probably because the man used both hands to squeeze him, so he had no hands left to grind the glands on the back of his neck.

But this little bit of comfort shattered into powder in the next second.

"Wu... don't, ow - don't grind, eh...!!"

The glands that had become fragile due to excessive rubbing were once again covered by warm and powerful heat.

The young man's beautiful eyes suddenly opened wide, and his pupils were already a little dilated. He was lost in thought for a while, and he could hardly distinguish the touch on the back of his neck.

Wen Xiusen did not touch the back of his neck with his hand.

——But instead he rubbed it with the bridge of his nose.

When he met Wen Xiusen for the first time after waking up, Bo Xiyun was deeply impressed by the man's appearance.

Wen Xiusen's facial features were very similar to Yi Zhongshen's, but perhaps because of his older age, Wen Xiusen was a bit sharper and colder.

The man's nose bones are high and clear-cut. He is the type with superior bones, far better than those actors with delicate flesh and weak bones.

After all, no matter how much makeup and light are used, it is difficult to make up for skeletal defects.

In comparison, Wen Xiusen's appearance is very suitable for the big screen, and he is also particularly favored by film directors.

But now, Bo Xiyun was forced to use the most fragile glands to outline the complete arc of the man's nose bit by bit.

While rubbing the bridge of his nose, Wen Xiusen's breath fell on the young man's slender shoulders and neck.

The warm breath, which was obviously a few degrees higher, stirred up a thin shiver on the delicate skin, but compared with the stimulation on the glands, this was nothing to worry about.

When at last, the tortured glands were finally kissed by the alpha's thin lips, the boy was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to hold himself back any longer.

This way, he stimulated his own pheromones from the new glands.

The sweet smell of orange blossoms filled the room, and even the slightly dazed young man could clearly smell the light fragrance.

The bitter taste of the medicinal soup that made people choke and feel uncomfortable before disappeared. He didn't know when it disappeared, but it was completely replaced by the sweet and pleasant smell of orange.

This is the pheromone of Bo Xiyun.

Aroma of orange blossom.

But even though the bitter taste disappeared, the boy was still not comforted.

The glands that had finally been stimulated with pheromones seemed to have completely exhausted all their strength. The omega, who had been able to make some effort before, completely softened and sat close to Wen Xiusen's arms.

As a result, he felt the heat under him more and more clearly.

It was the instinctive heat evoked by omega's pheromones.

Clearer than ever, from negligence.

The almost powerless young man sensed the danger from his behind, and his instinct prompted him to tremble and try to avoid it.

But as he was very weak, he was held tighter by the man behind in his embrace.

The shackles on his upper arms were finally released, but what was immediately held by the clamps was Bo Xiyun's long, easy-to-break neck.

The long slender palm directly grasped the boy's throat, and the warm alpha's mouth just caught the omega's slender Adam's apple. At this moment, Bo Xiyun's breath and life were in the opponent's hands.

The man's excessive possessiveness is beginning to show up, and he doesn't even allow any retreat.

The thin back was hugged, and the thin waist and hips were pressed to never escape, as if the young man's entire body was being evaporated in the rolling heat.

It was no longer clear whether the touch on the back of the neck was rubbing or kissing. In the most uncomfortable moments, Bo Xiyun even felt fear in a trance, as the thin skin of the gland was directly bitten by the sharp teeth.

Under the excessive stimulation, the young man's tense nerves finally became unbearable. Even in the end, Wen Xiusen didn't actually do anything, nor did he mark the omega.

Even so, Bo Xiyun couldn't hold on and passed out.

He is too delicate.

Too tempting.

*

As Bo Xiyun woke up once more, he found the room still bathed in dim light. However, he felt completely drained and heavy, almost like he'd been asleep for a full day.

He blinked his eyes laboriously and glanced around. He confirmed that he was still in the second-floor room, not confined to the isolated small building from before.

The warm room was empty, with only Bo Xiyun present. As for the other person, he was certain they weren't here. Bo Xiyun's sensitivity to Wen Xiusen's presence was too keen for him to make a mistake.

The memories of what had happened before he fell unconscious rushed into his mind. The weakened young man let his arm, which had been holding him up, fall back, burying his face into the soft pillow.

He felt almost defeated.

The only thing he could be grateful for was that the strange sensation on his neck, which had been tingling and numbing, was gone. Instead, he felt a cool, soothing sensation.

Bo Xiyun reached out and cautiously touched it, finding a gel-like substance, probably some medical gel. Its effect was quite apparent; he felt significantly more relaxed, and his neck was no longer tense. It felt cool and comfortable.

However, despite this, the rest of Bo Xiyun's body still felt completely drained.

...Even his fingertips were still soft.

Bo Xiyun had no intention of dwelling on the memories of what had happened before he fell unconscious. Ever since he sensed Wen Xiusen's resentment and disgust towards him, he had established some basic expectations of the man's actions.

However, what puzzled Bo Xiyun was that despite all the turmoil and torment, Wen Xiusen had not continued further. He hadn't marked him for real.

What?

Bo Xiyun was currently in a state of limited knowledge about his situation, relying on the scarce information he had to think. As he was pondering, he noticed something unusual.

He was still covered by an exceptionally soft goose-down blanket. However, on top of the blanket and on either side of his pillow, there were several pieces of clothing piled up.

Bo Xiyun curiously reached out to touch them.

He recognized them as his own clothes.

Back when Bo Xiyun occasionally stayed here, he would bring some spare clothes.

Bo Xiyun didn't quite understand why Wen Xiusen had arranged these clothes beside him. But when he glimpsed a gray shirt, his gaze froze for a moment.

With trembling fingertips, he reached out and carefully pulled out the neatly folded shirt.

This shirt was clearly not in Bo Xiyun's style, and it was much larger in size than his.

Bo Xiyun quickly pieced things together.

This shirt belonged to Wen Xiusen.

Memories of what had happened before he fell unconscious rushed back, causing Bo Xiyun to retract his hand from the shirt as if he had been burned. He frowned at the shirt.

Out of frustration, he even considered pushing Wen Xiusen's clothes off the bed.

However, at that very moment, while sifting through the stack of clothes, Bo Xiyun unexpectedly came across something hard.

He turned the slightly bulging pocket inside out and found something inside.

It was a cellphone.

The phone was an older model, and it was nestled inside one of Bo Xiyun's own suits. He immediately realized that this might be his spare phone.

Bo Xiyun promptly powered it on, and the phone still had some battery left. He attempted to check it, finding that most of the apps had forced logouts due to password changes.

Except for one social media app that was still active.

Facebook.

A quick glance revealed that the Facebook account logged into this phone was likely a secondary account. iOS systems couldn't simultaneously log in with two Facebook accounts, so he used the older phone for this secondary account.

At this moment, he straightened up a bit. His main account had its password changed, but this secondary account had gone unnoticed. Now, he could use this backup phone to investigate further.

Bo Xiyun quickly browsed through Facebook, attempting to find any useful information. The secondary account had a limited number of friends, but he had added notes to make it easier to identify them.

As he scrolled through his contacts, a message from a group kept popping up. It was a large group with five hundred members, and there were many message notifications. Bo Xiyun initially didn't pay much attention, but when he noticed that the conversation was related to him, his eyes widened. He immediately clicked on the group chat.

Inside the group, discussions were quite lively.

[Did Bo, the Fourth Young Master, really undergo differentiation?]

[Yes, it's true. He differentiated into an omega.]

Bao Xiyun glanced over and realized that this was a media group. Many participants had names associated with newspapers or media outlets.

He checked the group members and found that the group's owner had been added to his contacts with a note.

Second young master Bo's Assistant - Mi Shu.

Was this media group created by the Second Young Master Bo's assistant?

As Bo Xiyun continued to investigate, the chat messages in the group kept accumulating. Due to the large number of participants, they were not all part of the same discussion. Some people were saying something.

["Before, I thought, isn't it strange for this young master to be so pampered that he can't handle any hardships, being a beta?"]

["Indeed, when I first heard about his differentiation, I didn't feel like it was news~"]

["But releasing this news will surely attract attention and make some money."]

["When can we release the news? Should we wait for a message from Mr. Mi?"]

Another group of people discussing:

["What about all those artists he used to support?"]

["Especially Wen, he doesn't seem like someone who can be seduced by an omega."]

["Wen wasn't seduced before, was he? He slept with the Fourth Young Master, right?"]

["He even hires someone to satisfy himself? Isn't that a bit too much... This young master, he doesn't need to spend money; many people would willingly serve him."]

Someone else comments: "This task is not easy, but I guess Wen can endure it."

Then someone adds: "What's so difficult about it?"

Finally, someone explains: "Since the Fourth Young Master is so spoiled, he can't endure any pain. He must hire someone obedient. When he says stop, they must stop immediately. Who can have such endurance?"

The group members suddenly realized something.

[No wonder Wen has been with Young Master for so long; he's a master of endurance.]

[Indeed, and it seems like Wen is quite skilled in this aspect.]

[He must be very skilled; what used to be hidden behind his nose must have required a lot of endurance.]

[Used to be? What about now?]

Immediately, someone slyly remarked.

[Now? Isn't it common knowledge? Wen, the movie king, is currently maintaining Young Master Bo's physique.]

[Maintaining what? It's quite evident.]

The chat was moving quickly, and Bo Xiyun skimmed through it. He knew that Hong Kong's media had no filter, so he didn't pay much attention to the information. However, as he reached the last few messages, he suddenly realized something.

Before he fell unconscious, why didn't Wen Xiusen continue?

For a man who had been financially supported for three years, perhaps his previous role was nothing more than a humanoid accessory. Young Master Bo used him when he was in a good mood and stopped when he wasn't, never considering Wen Xiusen's feelings.

But now, the situation had completely changed.

In terms of circumstances and gender.

It was as if Wen Xiusen had become an almost autocratic leader.

A chill ran down Bo Xiyun's spine as he suddenly had a foreboding suspicion.

Wen Xiusen wasn't motivated by kindness or pity to spare him.

It was because the young man had fainted, and he couldn't continue.

The man was extraordinarily patient, even tending to his recovery, only to settle the score with Bo Xiyun later.

It allowed Young Master Bo to truly experience what it felt like to be used as an disposable outlet, with no concern for his feelings—entirely at the mercy of another person's manipulation.

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Tn: I caught cold so I was unable to update. But here is the new chapter.

PS: I used a Google translate to translate all that rubbing the gland scenes so the tone of the sentences may seem slightly different to the second part of the chapter.