TPLTMOE – Chapter 34

Jiang Zhiyu paused mid-motion.

The Omega blinked, his expression utterly bewildered, unaware of what was happening. At this moment, he placed absolute trust and reliance in the Enigma, tightening his grip even more.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't correct him—that he should have been holding onto the armrest instead—and simply rested his right hand on the center console between them, making it easier for that soft, gentle grasp to cling to him.

The Bentley was frantic, switching lanes in an attempt to overtake, desperate to squeeze in behind the Bugatti.

Jiang Shengyi's eyes were bloodshot, glaring at the black supercar not far ahead as if flames could shoot from his gaze.

Not only did he have no intention of backing off, he gritted his teeth and slammed the accelerator, swerving sharply in an attempt to force the supercar to the roadside.

He had arrived too late—how else could he have watched helplessly as Ling Ran climbed into another man's car right before his eyes? No wonder Ling Ran had never once reached out to him after calling off the engagement—he must have been rushing to throw himself into someone else's arms.

But before he could switch lanes again, a deafening roar erupted from the side.

The Bugatti Chiron boasted the most formidable engine, capable of explosive acceleration. The sleek black body instantly tore through the air resistance, speeding off like a fierce cheetah.

Jiang Shengyi reacted immediately, flooring the pedal to give chase.

The two cars raced past the traffic light, where a long line of vehicles was still stuck in congestion. The Bugatti had no intention of going straight—just before entering the next stretch, the driver yanked the steering wheel hard. The ultra-low chassis allowed the car to respond with lightning speed, tires screeching as it executed a sharp drift, abruptly veering onto the elevated highway.

The Bentley wasn't built for speed, but Jiang Shengyi refused to back down. His turn was slightly delayed, nearly scraping the roadside guardrail before he too shot onto the overpass.

If he had been hesitant before, he was now almost certain—that car was trying to shake him off. The driver definitely knew him!

Today, he would catch up to that arrogant supercar and see just who in Haicheng dared to lay hands on an Omega who had broken off an engagement with the Jiang family!

Traffic flowed endlessly on the elevated highway, but the supercar continued accelerating, weaving deftly between lanes.

Ling Ran had long since stopped clutching the Enigma's sleeve—now he clung tightly to his arm instead. His body swayed uncontrollably with the car's movements, prompting him to tighten his embrace, staying silent the entire time.

The Enigma's focus never wavered, his eyes fixed ahead, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror.

With so many cars on the road, it was impossible to go too fast. The Bentley, like a venomous snake, clung stubbornly behind them, impossible to shake off.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the person beside him—Ling Ran's lashes were lowered, his demeanor unbelievably docile.

Without hesitation, he flicked the turn signal and exited the viaduct.

The Bentley behind them didn't hesitate either, accelerating swiftly to keep up.

Once off the main road, the traffic thinned significantly. The winding, open coastal highway was perfect for testing the limits of this supercar.

The numbers on the dashboard climbed steadily. The roar of the engine and the thrill of speed sent adrenaline surging through his veins. Jiang Zhiyu steadied the wheel with one hand as the tequila pheromones inside the car grew hotter, more intoxicating.

Ling Ran could feel Zhou Shen being enveloped by the increasingly potent enigma pheromones. His brows relaxed in contentment, his cheek unconsciously nuzzling against something as he let out a soft, breathy sigh.

So good, so good.

Like sipping tequila—lightheaded, pleasantly drunk.

But the more he had, the more he craved. It still wasn't enough. The gland at the nape of his neck throbbed with quiet hunger.

The trees lining the road blurred past like frames of a flipbook. The Bentley behind them had long since fallen back, nearly vanishing from sight.

Glimpses of blue sea flashed between the foliage. In the distance, fiery clouds stretched endlessly across the horizon.

From the sky, they burned all the way down to the shimmering waves.

Now, only one car raced down the coastal highway. The sea breeze skimmed over its sleek, elegant curves as the golden-red sunset bathed it in a sacred glow—fiery, alluring, mesmerizing against the Omega's sweetly flushed face.

Like a siren emerging from the deep, enchanting and hypnotic.

Further ahead, near the estuary, a hundred-mile-long bridge spanned the sea, leading to a mysterious, beautiful island.

This was West Bay Harbor, the soon-to-be-developed zone. The bridge connected the nearest island to the mainland—West Harbor Island.

Since the Jiang Corporation acquired the land, vehicles had been barred from the island. The original residents had all relocated with compensation, leaving only security checkpoints at the bridge entrance, manned around the clock.

The Bugatti slowed as it approached. A guard hesitated, stepping forward to stop it—until the window rolled halfway down. The moment he recognized the driver, his eyes widened.

President Jiang had visited West Bay Harbor before, but never alone—always surrounded by an entourage. Why was he driving himself this time?

The guard hastily lifted the barrier. The supercar sped onto the bridge, chasing the dying light over the sea.

It finally came to a stop at a platform closest to the water.

Before them stretched the boundless ocean, unobstructed, the fiery spectacle of clouds and waves unfolding in its full glory.

Ling Ran felt the car had stopped swaying, yet his head spun even more violently.

With a soft click, the seatbelt beside him was undone. The pressure on his chest vanished, and Ling Ran immediately pressed closer against the enigma's arm.

His soft chest brushed against firm muscle, gentle yet impossible to shake off.

Jiang Zhiyu reached over, cupping his cheek—only for his palm to come away damp.

Omega's forehead was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his body burning up. He had been enduring silently throughout the journey without uttering a single sound.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered his gaze, attempting to withdraw his hand, but the Omega, as if afraid of losing it, nuzzled his cheek against it again, clinging tightly without letting go.

"Ling Ran," Jiang Zhiyu called softly, "look at me."

Dazed, the Omega heard his name being called and slowly lifted his head with delayed reaction, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as they met those deep, tranquil eyes.

The fiery glow reflected on his strikingly handsome face, the Enigma's voice laced with coaxing tenderness as he said, "Let go of my hand."

Though Ling Ran was extremely reluctant—Jiang Zhiyu's touch brought him comfort—he knew he couldn't refuse.

If possible, he didn't just want to press against the Enigma's arm—he wanted to bury himself deep into his embrace.

But the Enigma's tone left no room for defiance. It wasn't a request; it was an unyielding command.

Ling Ran felt aggrieved, but still, slowly, ever so slowly, he loosened his grip.

The intensity of his physical dependence was dictated by pheromones-something beyond his control.

Too embarrassed to meet the Enigma's gaze again, Ling Ran lowered his eyes, fingers nervously twisting the hem of his clothes.

He didn't like this version of himself—too fragile, too powerless, constantly tormented by the damned pheromonal affliction.

This kind of self must be annoying, even detestable.

Lost in his despondency, Ling Ran suddenly felt hands encircling his waist.

Before he could react, those arms effortlessly lifted him from the passenger seat and pulled him into an embrace.

His body went weightless for a moment, and when he steadied himself again, he found himself facing the windshield, seated on the Enigma's lap in the driver's seat.

From the front, the petite Omega, even while sitting on the Enigma's thighs, still appeared slightly shorter, entirely enveloped by that broad, powerful embrace.

No escape. No retreat.

Jiang Zhiyu pressed close against his back, one arm tightening around his slender waist.

"If you don't let go," he murmured near that swollen, vulnerable gland, "how can I hold you?"

Ling Ran could feel the scorching breath against his gland, hotter even than his own feverish skin, yet the tequila pheromones halted just inches away.

Desperate, he tried to tilt his neck back toward the other's lips, but for every inch he leaned, Jiang Zhiyu retreated another, refusing to sink his teeth in.

Tears welled in Ling Ran's eyes before he finally heard that calm voice whisper in his ear, "We forgot something."

His mind was too hazy to recall what was left undone.

He was delirious from the heat, but Jiang Zhiyu remained composed, remembering—his inhibitor hadn't been removed. He couldn't mark him like this.

To distract him, Jiang Zhiyu guided his hands to the steering wheel, giving him something to grip.

"Ever seen a sunset over the sea?"

Jiang Zhiyu was removing the inhibitor from his thigh.

A tear slipped down Ling Ran's cheek, the question lost in the haze.

With his other arm, Jiang Zhiyu reached around him, tilting his chin up to face forward.

Before him stretched the boundless expanse of the sea. Ling Ran blinked back tears as he gazed at the distant horizon.

It was as if a great fire had descended from the sky, staining the shimmering waters crimson.

Like the arrival of an enchanting sea siren or the emergence of a profound and sacred deity.

The bashful blush painted by the clouds and light spilled across Ling Ran's cheeks.

He was so overwhelmed by the breathtaking sight that words failed him, his lips parting slightly—only for the faintest click to reach his ears.

The suppressor clasped around his thigh had been undone. The overpowering scent of tequila pheromones, thick and potent within the car, surged forth in an instant, flooding into the Omega's body like a tidal wave.

Ling Ran's eyes widened abruptly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as if every inch of his skin had awakened, hungrily absorbing, welcoming, and submitting to the overwhelming onslaught of the Enigma's pheromones.

Jiang Zhiyu pulled out the suppressor, twirled it once between his fingers, then casually tossed it onto the passenger seat.

The fragrance of roses and grapes emanating from Ling Ran's body also grew richer and more intoxicating—a response to the Alpha's pheromones, the Omega's instinctive reciprocation.

This body was not only growing increasingly receptive to his pheromones but was also undergoing developmental changes under their influence. Even the small gland at the nape of his neck bore witness—its delicate, rosy sheen now deeper, more mature than before.

No doubt, beyond the gland, the Omega's reproductive cavity would also be stimulated by the Enigma's pheromones, undergoing secondary development.

Regular temporary markings would stabilize the cavity's growth.

A permanent bond would be even better—maximizing the stimulation for rapid maturation, transforming it into a true cradle for life.

Though the Omega in his arms trembled violently, he hadn't fainted from the pheromone assault—already a vast improvement from his first heat.

But he was still far from being able to fully withstand an Enigma.

Ling Ran's breaths came in uneven gasps. The heat suppressed by yesterday's inhibitor was far more intense than before. Despite absorbing copious amounts of the Enigma's pheromones, the restless agitation within him remained unquelled.

Why was he still suffering like this...?

Tears spilled from Ling Ran's eyes, one after another, plink-plunk against the black dress pants.

Jiang Zhiyu felt the warm droplets on his thigh and pulled back slightly, his gaze dropping to the Omega's gland.

It seemed his body was ready—even impatient.

Jiang Zhiyu grasped Ling Ran's wrists, pinning them with one hand before pressing down on his waist, bending him forward.

"Stay still."

The Omega was pliant and obedient, arms folded against his chest as most of his body slumped over the steering wheel.

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze darkened, the soft drape of his shirt outlining his slender, fragile back.

He watched in silence for a while before finally leaning in with mercy.

He bestowed a lingering yet deep temporary mark.

Ling Ran trembled uncontrollably against the steering wheel, tears streaming everywhere, his muffled sobs spilling from his lips.

Pitiful yet endearing.

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew before he became overwhelmed, the rich sweetness lingering in his mouth.

The flavor was like the bloom of an opium poppy, unfurling slowly between his lips and teeth—a taste that, after a few encounters, became addictive.

His scent gland remained flushed and swollen, the redness gradually fading after being thoroughly soothed.

Long fingers pressed the scent patch back over the Omega's delicate nape. Ling Ran could no longer endure any stimulation; the slightest touch made him shiver and weep.

Jiang Zhiyu turned him around, folding his thin legs against either side of his body.

Seeing the little Omega crying so pitifully, his expression softened unconsciously, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Why are you crying?" Ling Ran's mind was already a muddled mess, his entire body as if soaked in a tequila cellar, drenched in the enigma's pheromones until even his own grape scent had nearly faded.

He cried with such sorrow, as if his subconscious was using this moment to vent all the emotions he had suppressed.

In recent days, he had pushed himself too hard, too relentlessly, as if clinging to his last breath, not daring to relax for even a second. Perhaps his body had long sounded the alarm, but he had ignored it.

A hand gently wiped away his tears, but he still couldn't stop them. His peach-blossom eyes, hazy with tears, gazed up at the man before him.

The distance between them was so close—close enough for him to see his own reflection in Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.

Filling them entirely, as if there was nothing else.

In his daze, it felt like he had returned to that night on Lania Island, when they had been just as close.

He had been fragile and vulnerable, given an embrace, yet yearning for a kiss.

But he hadn't received one.

Ling Ran was heartbroken, unable to distinguish past from present.

It felt as if he had just been rejected in an engagement, just been abandoned by his family.

No one wanted him. No one loved him.

Only one person held him gently, telling him he had done well, that he deserved a reward.

He was so happy—so happy to learn that doing something well could earn him praise.

That he, too, could be acknowledged and cared for.

Ling Ran sniffled softly, fingers clutching the expensive fabric of the man's suit.

His voice was thick with tears, his gaze unfocused. "I... I want... my reward..."

It was promised—how could it be taken back?

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled faintly. This little Omega, dizzy with heat, had already forgotten that his reward had just been given.

The blazing sunset had sunk into the sea, dusk settling around them, leaving only a dreamy blue haze.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back against the seat with infinite patience, fingers tracing lightly along his delicate spine in a guiding manner. "What reward do you want?" he asked.

The little Omega wanted to think carefully, but his consciousness was too hazy to form any coherent thoughts.

He could only lean forward into the enigma's embrace, tilting his flushed, damp face upward, his crimson lips seeking the other's.

Yet no matter how close they seemed, those thin lips remained just out of reach.

His long, tear-dampened lashes trembled faintly before he was on the verge of crying again.

"W-want... want a kiss..."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze remained lowered, first lingering on that plump, overripe lower lip, then shifting to those pitiful, tear-filled eyes. "Ling Ran."

He pinched the little Omega's delicate chin, his deep eyes like a tranquil abyss hiding untold depths.

"Can you tell who I am?"

This wasn't the first time—mistaking him for Jiang Shengyi.

But tears rolled down Ling Ran's cheeks as he answered in a restrained, tearful voice, "Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Zhiyu's fingers paused, tightening slightly against that smooth skin.

"What?"

Ling Ran whimpered again, "M-Mr. Jiang..."

Of course he knew exactly who stood before him.

"Jiang Zhiyu..."

"You... you won't kiss me..."

"Wah..."

"Last time... you didn't... and now... you still won't..."

Jerk.

Big jerk.

Always lying, absolutely rotten.

Before Ling Ran could finish his tearful accusations, a sudden force pressed against the back of his head, giving him no chance to react. Just as his lips parted slightly, they were captured, that long-coveted plump lower lip finally claimed.

First softened with gentle warmth, then savored slowly, deliberately.

Tender, yielding, desperate—that delicate little lip was nearly melted away by the relentless suction.

Ling Ran struggled to breathe, his swollen, damp lips aching under the relentless friction, as if they might split from the teasing.

He clenched his teeth, lungs starved for air, but each desperate gasp only drew in more of that intoxicating tequila scent, making his head spin even harder.

This wasn't a kiss—it was devouring.

After what felt like an eternity of sucking and licking, his lips were finally released.

Ling Ran thought it was over—his mouth already felt numb and swollen.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he was met with pitch-black irises.

The light outside had dimmed, but the ravenous desire in those eyes was overwhelming, brazen and unrestrained.

"Baby," came the scorching whisper against his burning ear, "your mouth is so small."

"Open wider."

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