Lop-Eared Guard - Chap 1
On a deserted highway at two in the morning, the black motorcycle was like a running black panther, roaring with speed from the end of the highway that merged with the starry sky. The sharp sound of tires screeching to a halt sliced through eardrums as it stopped abruptly at a gas station.
The thick pheromones of an alpha permeated the air. A gang of alphas on their motorbikes had stopped at the gas station; they had tall builds and muscled arms covered in steampunk gear and fancy english words. They leaned against the engine while holding cigarettes, looking provocatively at the uninvited guest who had stopped not too far away.
“Where did this rich kid come from?” the alpha wearing a sleeveless vest that exposed his ab muscles and deep tendon whistled softly at him.
One could tell this group of alphas was not to be messed with. That person’s black panther- Valkyrie Rune 1800, was an ultra heavyweight high-powered cruise bike produced in the states, 85% of the parts of which were built by hand; only 2500 were manufactured before it was sold out.
That man wore a pitch-black helmet, his entire body hidden under the rivet buckles of skintight clothes, with a slim figure and an especially alluring waist, making an alpha explode with scorching interest.
It was beneath alphas to wear protection guards, as they were strong enough to use their aggressively tough teeth and claws to protect the weak spot at the nape.
Despite wearing the securely tight protection guard, it still could not prevent the slight trace of pheromones from leaking out the gap, the smell sweet and soft, like cotton candy mixed with half a spoon of milk sweetener, unintentionally teasing. In a split second of smelling this sweet and luscious scent, the alphas in the area had their blood boiling with passion.
The eyes of several alphas turned bloodshot from restraining their desire, like a pack of wolves staring at a little lamb who unhurriedly entered the surroundings in ignorance. If the greed in their expressions had a colour, a green light would emit from their eyes.
The one who arrived was unexpectedly an omega.
It was unbearable for alphas to endure the delicious natural fragrance of the omega right in front. The pure scent of the omega was like a white milk candy, uncontaminated with the ghost of an alpha’s scent, such a rare beautiful being that hadn’t been marked yet.
Yan Yi took off his helmet, his light grey short hair ruffling gently in the breeze, and a stronger sweet smell instantly filled the whole gas station, masking the pungent odor of petrol.
Two velvet rabbit ears hung down between his head, his blood flow obstructed by the helmet. Yan Yi smoothed down his rabbit ears in distress and kneaded them for a while to ease the numbness.
He removed his tactical belt; the box of suppressant injections had long been emptied. The swaying red-hot internal sensation made Yan Yi fidgety, desperately in need of an alpha’s gentle pheromones to pacify him. The rabbit ears wanted to be caressed, and even the tightly concealed glands had started to restlessly and frantically secrete pheromones to attract bees and butterflies1. Yan Yi’s body had begun to ache after being unsatisfied for so long, the pain of the body’s instinctual use irritating him. It required him to search for a suitable alpha to have intercourse with and to relieve his needs during his heat.
Yan Yi anxiously breathed in some fresh air, quietly whispering to the staff member beside him, “Fill it up.”
The staff member was an ordinary beta, insensitive to the pheromones, but was stunned by this soft, gentle appearance and handsome face. Holding onto the oil gun, he didn’t know which button to press.
“Sorry, sorry,” the beta bowed, straightened the brim of his hat and controlled the oil gun.
Yan Yi leaned aside and nervously grasped his arm, the slightly trembling hand fishing out a lighter and cigarette from his pocket. He lifted his gaze to see a sign prohibiting open fire, then irritably put them back in his pocket.
An unmarked lop-eared rabbit omega in heat.
What an enticingly soft keyword, signifying to become the most tender and tasty delicacy on an alpha’s plate, stripped of any piece of clothing wrapped around his body, slim ankles and wrists held down by a powerful predator, unable to move. Not only would the alpha enter him repeatedly, he would bite his neck glands, empty his load inside him to claim his possession and take these soft, pretty rabbit ears as his own. They would fuck deep into his belly, eating until not a single waste was left. Even helpless tears, sweat or blood would be licked clean like delicacies.
Omegas were precious resources and property, and like thin ice on the surface of a lake, they would break into fragile pieces at the slightest touch.
An alpha with red-shot eyes panted roughly towards the others and approached Yan Yi. Among the group of alphas, he was the tallest and most handsome, with the zipper on his jacket pulled taut by his bulging muscles, revealing a ferocious lion tattoo on his skin.
“You’re so beautiful, little white bunny,” he was determined to release the highly concentrated pheromones on his glands, enveloping the omega in an oppressive manner. A rich, unrestrained scent overflowed from his breath. This was a second-order gland differentiated lion alpha, surpassing Yan Yi in both gender and species food chain.
Most could only advance to the first-order gland differentiation. Only a few elites had second-order differentiated glands, bringing a stronger ability to its owner, and fostered the existence of a leader among the alphas.
The lion alpha was the leader of this group, and had never lost while preying at night; strong and powerful alphas had always been the object of admiration for vulnerable omegas. Moreover, perfect second-grade gland differentiated alphas only accounted for one percent of the total alpha population, all of them in various top industries with rare talents.
The lion alpha was confident in his charms and powerful pheromone pressure. He drooled with desire over this lovely lop-eared rabbit, wanting to penetrate him immediately, press onto his slender waist, pierce his entrance and mark him with his sharp teeth as a symbol of possession.
Yan Yi was already anxious during this heat period, and the sudden strong desirable scent of alpha pheromones surrounding him only made him feel even more painful, his veins about to burst, heat rising to his rabbit ears. The bones in his body felt as though they were pierced by pervasive pheromones. Yan Yi became more exhausted while trying to resist the invasive pheromones, his lips almost flushed blood-red.
The vulnerable little lop-eared rabbit retreated half a step.
The lion alpha smiled, reaching out a hand to Yan Yi, trying to remove the protection guard so he could take a deep whiff of the fragrance on his body.
The next moment, the icy muzzle of a Desert Eagle2 pressed against his forehead. The lion alpha jolted awake, smelling the faint stench of blood on this little rabbit. It seemed that he had just escaped from a fight.
Yan Yi held the gun with one hand, and said with a soft polite voice, “Xiansheng3, let me be alone for a while, will you?”
The Desert Eagle that weighed two kilograms seemed weighless in Yan Yi’s thin hand, not to mention the installation of a ten inch muzzle and riflescope. A vulnerable omega surprisingly equipped with such a violent pistol would make others can’t help but worry about him, wondering whether such a slender figure could withstand the powerful recoil of the gun.
The lion alpha’s face frosted over, “Do you know who I am? No one in the world dares to point a gun at me.”
Yan Yi was a little weak, like a dandelion blooming forcibly, the weak stem about to snap in the wind. He smiled, “Now there’s one, xiansheng, there’s a first time for everything.”
The noisy gas station abruptly fell silent, and the atmosphere froze. Several alphas who were leaning against the engines quietened and watched their arrogant boss get knocked down by a little lop-eared bunny.
When the fuel was filled, Yan Yi put on his helmet and stepped on the pitch-black motorcycle. The blinding reflection of the starlight from the radiator stabbed the alpha’s eyes, then a fog of gasoline was left behind as it roared away.
The lion alpha watched the little rabbit leaving in shock. When he glanced back through the windshield of his helmet, his eyes appeared gentle and gloomy, the light grey pupils stained with loneliness. Helpless like the last dandelion trembling on a bare flower stalk, one couldn’t help but cherish.
Who allowed this prickly little omega to feel wronged? He was in heat, it must be difficult without an alpha’s care.
Yan Yi followed along the highway and turned into a deserted field, passing through several resort rural farmyards. An old lady squatted at the edge of the narrow road, wrapped in a clean headscarf. The dark blue young girls’ skirt she wore had been washed and faded, but clean and ironed, and a purple chrysanthemum was pinned at her temples. She was a trendy little old omega lady driven here by foreign tourists.
To avoid the noise and smoke from disrupting the old lady, Yan Yi braked ten meters away from her. The old lady opened her eyes under frowning brows, sniffing the unctuous sweet smell in the air and complained, “The rabbit is always in heat, it’s inconvenient to not have an alpha to take care of you, have you caught your alpha yet?”
Yan Yi knitted his brows and smiled, the rabbit ears that were squeezed to his cheeks from the helmet covered his reddened cheeks. He replied softly, “I haven’t caught him yet, perhaps the flowers yesterday were not fresh, he doesn’t like them.”
The old lady pouted her wrinkled lips angrily and took a handful of watered red roses from the flower basket beside her. She confidently advised Yan Yi, “Here, give it to him when you go back, then give him a warm kiss. That child would be enchanted to death by you.”
Yan Yi’s eyes were gentle, as if moved by the old lady’s poor advertisement. He picked out a rose from the bundle and put it in his front pocket, then took out ten yuan from his wallet and handed it to her. The old lady slowly took the money, folded it in half, and solemnly put it in her laced side pocket.
He was a regular visitor to the garden. Every time, he would go home right after doing what he needed to do, and he would bring a bunch of roses for that alpha.
However, roses were expensive. If he bought a bundle and watched them wither before tossing them in the trash, it was a little extravagant for someone like Yan Yi who earned a fixed salary.
He could only buy a stem.
It wouldn’t hurt too much to watch it wither in his pocket.
The black helmet covered Yan Yi’s pale face, light grey hair soaking with cold sweat, damp and plastered to his cheeks. Reluctantly, he put his motorcycle into the underground garage. When he entered the elevator, his body was already drenched in sweat.
By restraining himself with inhibitors as a “remedy” to quench his thirst during his heats, it made Yan Yi’s needs more violent each year. Like a mad beast bashing against a confined cage, wreaking havoc in Yan Yi’s body and crashing against every blood vessel in unbearable pain.
At first, Yan Yi could walk while leaning against the wall for support, but eventually he could only kneel down and instinctually approach the familiar alpha smell in the bedroom.
How he longed. How he longed for the owner of this powerful smell to touch him, just a little, no need for more. As long as the alpha was willing to touch him, to provide some comforting pheromones to soothe his pain.
His state weakened, as if a bunny being fished out of water. Grasping on to the last trace of calm clarity, he stood in front of the bedroom door with the well-protected bright red rose between his fingers. Before he could knock on the door, strong alpha pheromones transmitted into Yan Yi’s glands, entangled with it was the cloying scent of an omega’s pheromones, cutting off Yan Yi’s last line of defense like a chainsaw.
A groan emitted from the bedroom, the omega inside panting lowly, accompanied by the muffled slaps of skin colliding repeatedly, “Jin… Jin ge…love4 me…”
The blood surging in his heart suddenly calmed, knowing this happened over and over again. It was not worth covering his eyes, yet he was still unable to get used to it. Yan Yi’s expression turned sullen and lonely, as the Desert Eagle in his hand pushed against the door.
He had the sensitive hearing ability of a lop-eared rabbit, even without looking, he could aim right at the omega’s head from behind the door.
The ear-piercing moans poured into Yan Yi’s soft rabbit ears. His hearing was too sharp, the smallest sound like a blast of explosion in his ear, pulsing painfully in his eardrums. He put down his gun slowly, pressed his forehead against the wooden door and slid down weakly before kneeling gently on the ground.
His eyes turned absent, his head splitting from the disordered entanglement of pheromones. He did not dare to compete for territory with Lu Shangjin’s selected prey, so all he could do was take out the rose from his pocket and inhale it deeply under his nose.
Mist blurred his eyes, while the soft rabbit ears trembled, and he wiped his tears.
“Jin ge.”
“Please love me too.”
Footnotes–
Attract the bees and butterflies: to attract / to flirt Desert Eagle: type of gun Xiansheng: Sir/ Mr love: the words here are used for pamper/ love fondly
