The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

~ 42 ~

'Help'? Yu Yan may love to do harmless chaos but he never cried wolf when it wasn't strategic for him. The situation itself was strange. What cryptic message did 'syringe' mean? Maybe it was another to-buy list?

Somehow, it didn't feel so. Following his intuition and urge to ask for a clarification, Fernis went back to their dorm room.

Unbeknownst to all, the tiny worried system, that had only started to learn about emotions, was glitching because it had defied its program to send a single unauthorized message to a non-host existence for his Master and was now fighting against its anti-rogue system protocol code in immense pain.

『 Hurts...wuwu...Master.... 』

Ultimately, the tiny system was forced into dormancy for going against protocol and acting independently despite its host's lack of approval. As it quieted down and its database locked, the last string of data that flashed through in sequence was of the little system hoping that the 'character' it decided to reach out to was the correct one.

『 Mas......ter... 』 In its childlike consciousness, it wished for its Master's well-being until it slowly shut off.

Room 4444—

Unconsciously, Gazef clenched his fists tightly, even drawing a trickle of blood at the nails that dug into his palm. He subconsciously took a breath to steady himself—

That was a mistake.

The scent hit him like a physical thing—sweet, dizzying, a perfect blend of danger and plea. Yu Yan was glowing faintly now, his pheromones flickering erratic like a candle in the middle of a storm; perhaps this light was one only those fated could perceive. His usual poise was completely gone. His face flushed, his breathing shallow, and his pupils huge and unfocused.

If Yu Yan could see him with his blurry eyes, he would've seen the pain and the strain of self-control on Gazef's face slipping the longer he was exposed to his pheromones. Gazef was wavering...

"Yu Yan," Gazef rasped, voice hoarse. "You... you're—you're in your estrus period?" The words managed to come through his lips laboriously.

"E..strus..?" Yu Yan croaked, uncertain and dazed.
The way of utterance almost seemed as if he was carefully tasting the words in his mouth; like it was his first time saying it.

Gazef's gaze darkened bit by bit, his breathing labored. The pheromones he had tight control over were now no longer listening. He urged his body to leave but it stayed rooted to the spot. It took every self-control in him not to even take a step forward. With his focus elsewhere, his unregulated scent drifted across the small room, intertwining with Yu Yan's pheromones—nearly showing a vague illusion of harmony.

His instincts didn't understand his rationality. It was painful to not comfort his own omega. Why is he not marking his omega? Marking an omega is good...no, that's not it...!

A frightening thought driven by Alpha instinct screamed in Gazef's head to rub his scent onto the very fiber of Yu Yan's being. Simultaneously, the long hidden displeasure he had for being born Alpha was rearing its ugly head.

The most effective way to leave his scent on his mate was obvious and he knew—he only needed to use his canines to pierce the skin of Yu Yan's fragile neck and let his pheromones invade his gland, regardless of the other person's consent.
However, his rational mind was appalled—How could he even entertain such thoughts of harming and forcing the person he wanted to forever cherish?!

The rigid body trembled, tense but nearing its collapse.

With a moment of clarity, Yu Yan blinked away the tears and saw Gazef. However, the man he saw was a sight he barely recognized. He looked like someone Yu Yan barely knew. Slowly, fear and longing crept back into him but this time, he knew better than to search from the surroundings but at the man who finally reached his limit and was now slowly approaching him.