TPLTMOE – Chapter 92

 Chapter 92: Extra 9 – Marry first, love later (1)

"Name?"

"Ling Ran."

"Age?"

"18 years old."

The school doctor adjusted his glasses: "Have you had sexual intercourse?"

The young Omega sitting at the desk was dressed in sportswear, with shorts revealing a pair of slender, fair legs. His delicate face was soft and tender, as if one could squeeze juice from it.

He had fainted during P.E. class and was brought here by his classmates. After receiving an injection, he had just woken up. The school doctor had performed a brief physical examination and was now asking about his condition.

At the doctor's question, Ling Ran looked flustered, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he lowered his head in silence. However, his gradually reddening ears betrayed his unspoken embarrassment.

The doctor tapped the desk. "No need to feel shy. Your situation is a bit complicated, and the school's equipment can't perform detailed tests. So, I need to ask you directly—yes or no. You're an adult now; these are normal physiological needs. There's nothing to hide."

Ling Ran felt his ears burning. Slowly, he nodded. "Yes..."

The doctor scribbled something in his notebook and continued, "How often? When was the last time? Have you been permanently marked?"

Ling Ran's voice was barely audible. "N-not often. Just... once."

"The last time... was about a month ago."

On the wedding night.

"Probably... no permanent mark..."

Though he couldn't remember what happened that night, he had seen used condoms on the floor the next morning—more than one—so there likely hadn't been a permanent mark.

Hearing his answer, the doctor frowned slightly, suspicion creeping into his tone. "You don't know whether you've been permanently marked? Was it consensual? Was there any coercion involved?"

Ling Ran touched his scorching ears, his heart pounding wildly. He shook his head. "No, it was consensual. It's just... I was in heat at the time, so my mind was hazy. I don't remember clearly."

"Are you certain the other person is your partner?"

"Yes."

"An alpha?"

"No," Ling Ran thought for a moment. "He's... an Enigma."

The doctor's eyes widened. "No wonder. No wonder you suddenly fainted. I've never actually met an Enigma in real life, but now I understand. Have you experienced unstable pheromones before?"

Ling Ran answered obediently, "I presented late. After my first heat, I developed pheromone disorder. I saw a doctor and underwent treatment. They said I was cured."

The doctor nodded in realization. "That explains it. Pheromone disorder is rarely fully cured. The intense stimulation from an Enigma's pheromones must have triggered a relapse."

Ling Ran looked troubled. "Then how should I treat it now? Do I need more injections? Can I just take medicine instead?"

He was terrified of pain—and needles.

The doctor replied, "In theory, relying on your partner's pheromones would be more effective than medication. You just need to have your partner..."

A little pheromone comfort before bed should be enough. Once you adapt to the intensity of the enigma's pheromones over time, your disorder will naturally improve.

Ling Ran bit his lip, looking somewhat troubled. "Doctor, maybe you could prescribe me some medication instead? Or...or give me an injection?"

After that night, he never saw the enigma again.

It had been a month since their marriage, and the enigma had been away on business for just as long.

Theirs was merely a marriage of convenience. That night, the enigma had only helped him out of pity when he saw how painful Ling Ran's heat cycle was. With no emotional foundation between them, it was impossible to share a bed at night, letting their pheromones intertwine in such intimacy.

The school doctor wanted to help but was limited by the clinic's simple facilities. He advised Ling Ran that if he chose medication, he must remember to get a full check-up at a proper hospital.

As Ling Ran left the clinic, Qin Chengyue was still waiting outside. Seeing him, Qin immediately came over to support his arm.

"How are you? Feeling better?"

Ling Ran hung his head listlessly. "I'm okay for now."

Qin Chengyue grew anxious. "What do you mean 'for now? What's wrong with you? Is it serious? Tell me quickly, don't scare me like this!"

Ling Ran recounted everything the doctor had told him. After hearing it, Qin Chengyue suddenly understood.

"So President Jiang was too...capable, and gave you pheromone disorder?"

With students passing by, Ling Ran's cheeks burned as he hurriedly covered Qin's mouth. "Don't say such nonsense!" Qin pulled his hand away, lowering his voice. "Xiao Ran, has President Jiang been away from home for a long time?" Ling Ran replied, "He's on a business trip. He probably won't be back for another two weeks."

Qin asked, "What will you do when he returns? Continue sleeping in separate rooms?"

Ling Ran looked down, embarrassed. "We...probably still will."

Mr. Jiang respected him greatly. Before the marriage, they had privately signed a prenuptial agreement stating their union was merely an exchange of family interests. Even as legal spouses, they weren't required to fulfill marital duties.

That chaotic wedding night could be treated as nothing more than a ridiculous dream.

"What newlyweds don't share a bed?" Qin pinched the Omega's soft, smooth cheek, unable to resist going in for another pinch before Ling Ran slapped his hand away.

Qin exclaimed, "If President Jiang doesn't appreciate what he has, you should just divorce him! Or marry my brother—he wouldn't mind you being remarried, and you could be my sister-in-law! Then we could play together every day. Just thinking about it makes me happy!"

Ling Ran dismissed his nonsense, laughing it off as they joked around.

Though there was an elective class that evening, Ling Ran took sick leave. Qin skipped class to take him home, arranging his medical check-up for the next day and planning to skip again to accompany him.

Ling Ran firmly refused, warning Qin that if he failed any courses this semester, he'd never include him in group projects again

No matter how sincerely Chengyue clung to his leg and begged with tears, it was useless.

In the end, Qin Chengyue had no choice but to promise he would obediently attend class, while Ling Ran had no intention of telling his family about his relapse. He made an appointment and planned to go to the hospital alone.

That night, lying alone on the large bed in the villa, Ling Ran tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The plush velvet bed felt like a steaming furnace, scorching his fair, delicate skin. Soon, a glistening sheen of sweat formed on his body, weaving a transparent, delicate net that trapped the restless little Omega beneath it.

Ling Ran's mouth was parched, and his breathing grew heavy. With great effort, he reached up to touch the back of his neck—where a thin scent patch concealed his immature gland, now slightly swollen and feverish as his heat slowly approached.

The skin over his gland was smooth and untouched, never once marked by another. Last time, even the most intimate depths of his body had been explored, yet there had been no permanent mark, not even a temporary one.

Ling Ran felt his consciousness slipping into chaos. This couldn't go on.

He fumbled out of bed, turned on the small bedside lamp, and began rummaging through the room.

But his head was spinning, his body trembling with weakness. He accidentally knocked over a few things, startling the housekeeper, Song Yi, from sleep. The man hurried to the master bedroom to check on him.

"Mr. Ling, what are you looking for? Do you need help?"

Ling Ran was still digging through the closet, but most of the clothes inside were brand new—prepared for him by Mr. Jiang after he moved in.

None of them belonged to an Enigma. There wasn't a trace of an Enigma's pheromones here.

Overcome with disappointment, Ling Ran refused to leave the closet. Instead, he curled up inside, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, face buried in the crook of his elbow.

Song Yi seemed to understand. He rushed out of the room and returned moments later with a suit jacket. After shaking it out, he gently draped it over the little Omega, now curled into a ball inside the closet.

The moment the overwhelming pheromones enveloped him, the burning pain on his skin eased significantly.

Ling Ran instinctively clutched the jacket, pulling it tighter around himself.

He buried his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply—once, twice, then opening his mouth to breathe in even more.

There was so much tequila scent here. That night, he had only caught a faint whiff before it disappeared. But now, taking in this aroma in greedy gulps felt so good, so comforting.

The little Omega's head grew dizzy, as if he were drunk.

So he didn't hear Song Yi being called away. He didn't hear the master bedroom door closing either.

Jiang Zhiyu shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the bed behind him. With one hand, he loosened his tie, while the other reached out to pull open the closet door.

Originally, this business trip was supposed to take him to Australia. But after being away for over a month, he had inexplicably changed his plans at the last moment and returned home instead.

A newlywed disappearing for a month was unacceptable. Though he didn't care much for old traditions, the face of his little bride kept surfacing in his mind.

So young, so pitiful, crying until the corners of his eyes were damp and red, so beautiful it made one want to recklessly knot inside him without a second thought.

Yet they had clearly signed a prenuptial agreement, agreeing there would be no marital relations.

That night was just an accident.

The wardrobe door was abruptly pulled open. After seeing the scene inside, Jiang Zhiyu froze in shock.

The face was exactly as he remembered, perhaps even more enchanting.

Whether from stifled breathing or not, his cheeks were flushed with two patches of pink. Long lashes trembled with glistening teardrops, on the verge of falling. Those misty peach-blossom eyes were dazed and panicked as they lifted to meet his gaze, the rims reddened by tears. A few crystalline droplets still clung to his delicate, pointed chin.

Like a kitten frightened by a towering beast, he hugged a piece of clothing tightly to his chest, shrinking back tremblingly— only to be trapped by the cramped wardrobe with nowhere to hide.

Jiang Zhiyu bent down to his level, taking in the soft pink glow and dewy sheen on his porcelain face.

The wardrobe carried the scent of sandalwood cologne, but something else lingered beneath it.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned closer, inhaling lightly near the little Omega, gazing into his nearly unfocused eyes.

"Ling Ran."

Suddenly, he reached out, his slender fingers brushing the soft, vulnerable nape where a flimsy scent patch barely clung. The Omega let out a choked sob, trembling as he bit down on the jacket in his arms with a muffled whimper.

Jiang Zhiyu gently pinched his cheeks to prevent him from biting his tongue.

The skin under his fingertips was silken, slightly damp.

With a little pressure, the Omega released his grip, his plush, rosy lips parting slightly—the tiny, pouty bow of his mouth almost heartbreakingly delicate.

Seductive. Pleading.

Jiang Zhiyu's voice was rough: "You're in heat."

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