Fouls Prohibited

– – This is the susceptible period.

After Huo Tinglan finished speaking, the car was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Since the early stages of the susceptible period to the present, he had postponed the official susceptible period for more than a month by relying on the pheromones he obtained from his daily interactions with Ye Ci, and now there was finally no way to push it back.

The drunkenness from the 6% light beer had been washed away, and Ye Ci woke up with a fright. His eyes wandered, and he licked his dry lips, stammering and not knowing what to say.

In the past month, he and Huo Tinglan had gotten along harmoniously, and he almost forgot about the fact that he was Huo Tinglan’s human medicine jar.

To help Huo Tinglan delay the susceptible period, he gave him a pillow.

He even let Huo Tinglan smell the back of his neck.

After that, he spent several hours with Huo Tinglan in the study every day.

He could accept this much, which was equal to the requirements in the agreement.

The issue was . . . . 

After the susceptible period officially began, would these things be enough?

If they weren’t, to what extent would it be enough?

After all, Huo Tinglan himself said that this susceptibility period was particularly serious for some reason.

When Ye Ci was at war with himself, a deep laugh sounded in the car.

“Don’t be afraid.” Huo Tinglan rubbed the pale blue blood vessels that were throbbing on his forehead. The furrow between his eyebrows deepened, but he endured it and reassured him with restraint: “I don’t need your help this time.”

“But,” Ye Ci swallowed and said with a dry mouth, “for, for more than a month, I have been helping . . . .”

Huo Tinglan sighed: “That was the early stages of susceptibility, and it was mild. This time, it won’t work.”

The sweet scent of vanilla silently diffused throughout the car.

Sweet and light.

Mixed with tonight’s particularly strong fragrance of tequila, it was difficult to detect it immediately.

Omega gland differentiation was a long process that often lasted the entire puberty of adolescents, and it generally took two to four years for the complete set of Omega organs to develop to maturity.

Ye Ci’s situation was special. The differentiation would be faster, but it would not come for a year.

In other words, he was not quite a full-fledged Omega yet. Therefore, the concentration of pheromones in their natural state was lower than the normal level, and the aroma was also weak, like a flower bud that would not bloom.

With such a pheromone level, it was fine to deal with the early stages of susceptibility, but this time, it was really unlikely.

“Your pheromones are too weak,” Huo Tinglan said truthfully.

Ye Ci was anxious: “Then how can they be concentrated?”

“Don’t ask.” Huo Tinglan laughed at himself, his tone soft and helpless. “I knew I shouldn’t be in the same car with you . . . . I didn’t plan to tell you. It’s been like this for over ten years, and this time will be nothing. When you get home, go back to your room . . . .” He paused. “Don’t worry about me.”

As he was talking, it was probably because his head hurt too much that he gasped slightly.

Almost inaudible, the hiss was lighter than a gust of wind, but it firmly impacted the soft part of Ye Ci’s heart and caused its swaying balance to tilt to one side with a bang.

Such a good Huo-shushu.

Huo-shushu was so kind to him . . . .

Blood rushed to Ye Ci’s face, and words that could not be beaten out of him rose from his warm chest and agitated the boy’s spirit. He briefly broke through the restraint of his shyness to blurt out: “Does phys, physical contact work?”

“Are you sure?” Huo Tinglan looked up, and a faint smile flashed in his dark eyes. Gently and apologetically, he warned his young lover: “I might need to hug you . . . . and my personality will be different than usual.”

Alphas would become paranoid, jealous, and clingy, and change in temperament during the susceptible period.

Huo Tinglan’s eyes were bloodshot in pain, but his expression remained patient.

He looked . . . . normal.

Ye Ci himself had been an A-level Alpha for three years. He felt that he was more irritable than Huo Tinglan during the susceptible period, and much more gloomy. In comparison, Huo Tinglan was very pure and harmless.

But, in fact . . . .

The huge gap between A+ and A-level was unknown to a high school student such as Ye Ci, who lacked physiological knowledge. Huo Tinglan was enduring an emotional storm that was a hundred times stronger than his own back then.

So, for an A+ grade Alpha in his susceptible period to look normal . . . . it was the biggest abnormality.

Ye Ci was ashamed in hindsight, and almost bit his tongue. “I’m . . . . I’m sure.”

After he finished speaking, he didn’t dare to look at Huo Tinglan again, and turned his head to look in front of him.

– – At some point, the privacy windows between the front and rear cabins had been switched from transparent to milky white.

Ye Ci was so nervous that his eyes went still, and he stared straight ahead at the window, not noticing the subtlety of it.

The rustling sound of suit fabric rubbed against his ears.

They were separated by a distance . . . .

And that distance was shrinking.

In the corner of Ye Ci’s sight, an arm wrapped in silver-gray fabric stretched out.

Huo Tinglan’s voice sounded above his head, low and magnetic, along with the heat exhaled from his lips against his outer ear –

“Hug Shushu.”

Ye Ci’s ears turned red, and he didn’t move.

Huo Tinglan approached further, his chest hard and supple, slowly but firmly pressing against him.

A hug.

Ye Ci turned his face away in embarrassment.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had been hugged by someone, or by whom.

Probably Ye Hongjun. Except for his mother, he was unlikely to let anyone else hug him.

But he couldn’t really remember when that was.

Most boys in their teens resisted intimacy with others, and avoided tender feelings as if they were snakes and scorpions, for fear of hurting their fragile rebelliousness.

Luckily, Huo Tinglan didn’t hold him tightly, and only rested against Ye Ci’s thin back. Like a heavy bough of pear blossoms lovingly hugging a bunch of new red haitang, unable to bear crushing it.

The fragrance of tequila pressed down on Ye Ci, and it was as heavy as an attack.

Ye Ci always took for granted putting himself in the position of a healer, but forgot that the pheromones between Alpha and Omega was never a one-way effect.

His Omega glands were densely covered in the fragrance of tequila.

The skilled Alpha pheromones solicited and plundered the Omega’s juvenile glands with ease and cunning. They were too inexperienced, and after being provoked a few times, they released a high concentration of pheromones without reservation. The sweetness of vanilla bubbled out, thick as sap, and set off a chain reaction —-

With just a hug, the vertebrae that held up his body seemed to disintegrate. Ye Ci was paralyzed, unable to raise his head, so he could only bury his cheeks against Huo Tinglan’s shoulder and gasp for breath. The heat from his nose and mouth dampened the fabric.

“Huo-shushu . . . .” He whispered, begging for mercy.

He was too ignorant, and didn’t even know what he was begging for mercy from. He just followed his instincts and refused to easily fall into the trap of the Alpha’s unrestrained eroticism.

“En?”

His unhurried voice sounded.

Huo Tinglan slowly tightened his arms. His strength was like cast iron, suppressing Ye Ci’s weak struggles.

“. . . . Why is this still attached?” In order to prevent possible withdrawal, he blocked the conversation and changed the subject with a glance at the back of Ye Ci’s neck. “The scent will be lighter this way.”

A narrow white strip peeked out from under Ye Ci’s formalwear, slightly wrinkled and damp, and printed with fine, water-blue flowers. It was a scent-blocking patch. Ye Ci had worn it for the whole day and forgot to replace it. It was ineffective. Not only could it not stop the scent, but because it was full of pheromones, the smell was stronger there than in other places.

Barrier patches were a private thing for Omegas.

Ye Ci was generally aware of this.

But he may not be as sensitive as other Omegas. After all, he was not so conscious of being an Omega . . . .

Huo Tinglan’s eyes darkened, and he tore off the patch. Craftily clenching it into his hand, he confiscated the small trophy.

Like a mad dog charging left and right at the border of sanity, the possessiveness and erotic desire were given a touch of comfort, and the madness was slightly reduced.

He did this same thing last time, but Ye Ci didn’t ask him about it at all.

“That, give it to me . . . . I’ll throw it out myself.” Ye Ci worked hard, and begged Huo Tinglan with a blushing face.

His time at school during this period had given him some glandular gender awareness.

The Omega students in his class, after replacing their barrier patches, wrapped the old ones in several layers of thick toilet paper before throwing them away, and an Alpha couldn’t even touch it. His nerves were too thick in this regard.

“. . . . . .” Huo Tinglan was silent for a while. He didn’t hand it over, but didn’t say he wouldn’t. Instead, he went off-topic and warned: “Don’t move around.”

What ‘don’t move around’ meant, any man could understand no matter how simple he was.

As expected, Ye Ci was well-behaved for a while.

“That patch, still . . . . give it to me.” Ye Ci held still for a minute, stuttering, then went to open Huo Tinglan’s hand again.

In fact, he didn’t mean to struggle, but Huo Tinglan hugged him too tightly, and he had to get rid of the confinement first if he wanted to lift his arm. But this escape-like move happened to hit the inverse scale[1] of an Alpha during the susceptible period.

Huo Tinglan’s breathing suddenly became heavy. As if fearing that he would run away, he immediately hugged him tighter.

The tightness hurt Ye Ci, and he subconsciously struggled. Not only did he not break free, but Huo Tinglan pushed him even harder into the angle between the door and the back of the seat, using his entire body to hold him firmly.

“Wu . . . . . .”[2]

“Sorry.” Huo Tinglan regained his precarious sanity, loosening his hold as he coaxed in a hoarse voice: “I’ll do as I’m told, I’ll throw it away in a moment . . . . let me take it for a while, just five minutes . . . .”

. . . . . .

An hour’s drive passed.

Ye Ci was held in the corner between the back of the seat and the door by Huo Tinglan, and even sniffed the whole way, not daring to move at all.

When he got out of the car, his legs were trembling, his eyes were red, and his heart was pounding.

The custom suit worth tens of thousands of yuan was wrinkled front and back like dried plums.

Ye Ci stepped into the Huo residence while clutching the hem of his clothing and pulling it down. He wanted to straighten it, and was still thinking about where to find an iron to iron it . . . .

Before taking a few steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

When he turned around, his gaze fell flat on the light teal patterned knot of a silk tie.

Very close.

So incredibly close.

“You’re . . . .” Ye Ci was startled. “Still not good?”

Even an A-level Alpha could be normal for a long time after inhaling such a large amount of pheromones.

An A+ grade Alpha . . . . didn’t seem to be the same as he had imagined.

Sure enough –

“What good?” 

Huo Tinglan asked faintly, staring at him with a predatory look.

[1] According to legend, there is a white scale under the neck of a dragon that cannot be touched without misfortune falling upon you. The phrase “inverse scale” would be similar to “pushing someone’s buttons.” ⮐

[2] 唔, the sound of a cry or a whimper. ⮐