Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 15

This place was actually an activity building next to the hospital, usually not very crowded.

Walking down the hallway to the end, not a single person was in sight—not even a trace of human voices. It was as if the world had been reduced to just the two brothers.

Chen Li abruptly pushed open a door at the end of the corridor.

The furniture inside was covered with white sheets, clearly once an office but now disused, gradually becoming a storage space for miscellaneous items.

As soon as Chen Li let go, Mai Miao staggered and nearly fell. He frantically clutched at Chen Li, still burying his face nervously against his brother's neck, taking deep, shaky breaths.

A click sounded—Chen Li had locked the door.

Mai Miao's lips parted slightly, but before the word "Ge" could escape, Chen Li suddenly pinned him against the door, sealing his mouth in a fierce kiss.

"Mmm—mmph—!"

The two brothers kissed desperately, tongues tangling, soon producing wet, obscene sounds.

But after only a moment, Chen Li abruptly pulled away.

He had always handled Mai Miao with care—whether in daily life or even in bed, Chen Li had always been restrained.

He could be ruthless with enemies, but Mai Miao was his one weakness. Afraid of hurting him, afraid of making him uncomfortable.

Mai Miao winced as his back hit the door, but the next second, Chen Li was on him again, trapping him completely in the narrow space. The man pressed close to that pale, slender neck like a beast whose territory had been invaded.

He inhaled deeply, scenting one side before turning to the other.

Faced with Chen Li's unusual behavior, Mai Miao didn't dare move. He could only tilt his head back, letting the man frantically sniff his body.

Human society had evolved over millennia, yet they alone retained animalistic instincts. When they were younger, their scents had been faint, but as they approached sexual maturity, their unique pheromones grew stronger.

This scent, similar to pheromones, served as a signal for mating—especially crucial for Omegas.

Mai Miao was fully matured now, and having been nurtured by an Alpha, his budding desires had been satisfied. Like a flower blooming in a wheat field, he had gradually unfurled under the midsummer sun.

His fragrance had grown richer, more intoxicating—as if silently luring every unmated Alpha, turning them unwittingly into beasts.

All they wanted was to ravage him, claim him, plant their potent seed in this fragrant soil, marking him completely as their own.

Chen Li inhaled the scent of wheat, along with a faint trace of gunpowder—his own deliberate marking. Yet, in less than a day, his scent had already faded.

It was as if the person before him was no longer satisfied with just him.

A mature Omega, as long as he remained unmated, would continue to attract different Alphas, watching innocently as they fought bloody battles over him.

And sure enough, Chen Li detected a foreign scent mixed in—one that didn't belong to either of them.

Faint. But undeniably there.

Though it was just an accidental brush, Chen Li still clenched his fists. He abruptly grabbed Mai Miao again, pinning him firmly against his chest, and growled low in his ear, "Who touched you?"

He pressed further, "Did they look at you?"

"Did you talk to them?"

"—Hmm?!"

Mai Miao shook his head frantically, trembling like a leaf.

His eyes were wide and dazed, as if he couldn't process what was happening, his breaths coming in short gasps.

Chen Li's gaze slanted toward him—sharp as a poisoned blade, yet laden with an inescapable tenderness—wrapping tightly around Mai Miao along with the scent radiating from him.

His irises were dark, the whites of his eyes tinged with faint streaks of red.

In the military, the first thing soldiers learned was to control their instincts, to endure.

Chen Li had always been a master of disguise. He rarely acted impulsively, skilled at assessing situations. For years, he had hidden his beastly nature flawlessly.

That was why he could so easily blend in with ordinary people, integrate into society, win their favor, and earn their trust.

Only in front of Mai Miao did Chen Li not need to mask himself so thoroughly.

He could be a steady, reliable older brother, an attentive protector, a childish, jealous fool, or a charming, romantic lover.

But by the same token, he could also let slip his innate cruelty and ferocity under the scorching flames of jealousy. Chen Li was still restraining something, but his tone grew increasingly dangerous.

"I told you not to wander around here."

"I told you to wait for me."

"I searched everywhere for you."

"Why won't you just listen to me?!"

As he interrogated, Chen Li caught another whiff of that faint scent. He gnashed his sharp canines, then suddenly slammed both fists against the door behind Mai Miao with a deafening bang.

Mai Miao seemed frozen in shock, forgetting even to blink.

His mother had been older when she gave birth to him, and from childhood, he'd been slow to learn. Combined with the poor living conditions of that era and lack of proper nutrition, even by seven or eight years old, Mai Miao still struggled to speak clearly.

After learning this, Chen Li had always felt a pang of pity for him. Forget about hitting or scolding—he had rarely even properly frightened Mai Miao before.

Once their relationship deepened, Chen Li had practically spoiled his younger brother rotten, indulging him until Mai Miao became capricious and unbearably delicate.

The truth was, Chen Li had never truly revealed his real self in front of Mai Miao.

He had always held back, never displaying his overwhelming possessiveness. But now, his combative, domineering nature was slowly overtaking reason.

He could seethe just because Mai Miao glanced at someone else, panic when he couldn't find him, or feel threatened and insecure simply because another man caught a whiff of Mai Miao's scent.

Mai Miao was trapped, unable to move. Strangely, though, this time he didn't cry.

He could smell the restless, volatile scent radiating from Chen Li—this suffocating pressure was something even his former comrades would struggle to withstand, let alone someone as fragile as Mai Miao.

Amid the floating dust, Mai Miao lifted his gaze slightly, his voice trembling. "M-Miao... Miao couldn't... find you...

"I looked for so long... but couldn't find you..."

"I saw... so many... people."

In his panic, Mai Miao shook his head desperately. "I-I didn't talk to them!"

"They looked at me, and I—I just ran away!"

He looked at Chen Li, suppressing the fear in his heart, and reached out to grab the hem of his clothes. Missing the first time, he quickly clutched it tightly, as if afraid his brother would run away.

"Ge..." His eyes reddened slightly. "Don't be mad at Miao Miao, okay?"

***

The music player blared with an intense rhythm.

In the dance studio, everyone moved in sync with the beat.

Their chests were held high, youthful faces brimming with energy and vitality.

In the storage room, Mai Miao braced himself against a table, his clothed upper body bent forward. His pants had slipped down to his ankles, and between his spread thighs, a pair of white underwear—recently bought for him by Chen Li—was still loosely hanging.

His rounded buttocks were exposed to the air, and between them, the faint outline of a deep flesh-colored shaft could be seen thrusting in and out.

It was unclear whether they had just started or had been at it for a while. In the quiet room, the sounds of their ragged breaths mixed with wet noises, punctuated by the occasional thud of the table legs hitting the floor.

Chen Li abruptly pulled him up.

Mai Miao trembled as he arched his back, his flat chest rising.

Amid heavy panting, the man's hand slipped under his shirt, roughly kneading his chest and teasing his stiffened nipples with his fingers while thrusting hard into his entrance.

"Ah... ah..." Mai Miao clutched at the hand tormenting him, his head thrown back as his body rocked back and forth.

Chen Li gripped his chin, forcing Mai Miao into an awkward kiss.

Their tongues tangled in a long, deep kiss before parting, only for the fierce thrusting to resume.

Suddenly, Chen Li pulled out slightly, flipping Mai Miao onto his back and pressing him against the table covered with a white cloth. He tugged at the white underwear, yanking it all the way down.

Mai Miao struggled to prop himself up, one leg hooked over Chen Li's shoulder.

Chen Li held his head, forcing him to look down.

When Mai Miao lowered his gaze, under the bright light, he could clearly see how Chen Li's shaft penetrated his body. The thick, purplish- red flesh stretched him open with each thrust.

Somehow, it felt unbearably obscene.

They continued in this position for a while, but Chen Li still wasn't satisfied. He lifted Mai Miao with one arm, carrying him to a nearby sofa and stripping off his clothes as well.

"On your stomach," the man ordered.

Mai Miao panted lightly, glancing at Chen Li.

Blushing, he hesitantly turned his bare body over.

Mai Miao had never assumed such a humiliating position before—lying fully on the sofa, his buttocks raised high.

Chen Li braced one knee on the sofa, the other foot planted on the floor.

His hands gripped the slender waist as his erect shaft slid between the cheeks, guided by the slick wetness, slowly sinking entirely into the tight, dripping passage.

"Nngh...!" Mai Miao clenched his fingers, nearly crying out.

After all the times they'd been together, Chen Li had never gone this deep before.

Chen Li was fully inside him, their bodies joined tightly once more.

He leaned down, pressing against the younger man's back, his chest flooded with overwhelming heat as he clung fiercely to the warm, pliant body beneath him, moving in steady rhythm.

Lost in the moment, Chen Li brushed aside the stray hairs at Mai Miao's nape, nipping at the skin there. "Miao Miao," he murmured between kisses, "you're mine."

Mai Miao froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand, yet seemed to vaguely grasp something.

Receiving no response, Chen Li grew restless unconsciously: "Miao Miao, Miao Miao..."

He breathed roughly, his nose tip rubbing against Mai Miao’s neck as he deeply inhaled that intoxicating fragrance: "You're mine now, Miao Miao. You're mine." He swallowed nervously, "I... I love you. For my whole life, I'll only treat you well."

"Miao Miao, I love you."

He repeated his clumsy words of love over and over.

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