Special Effects Pheromone - Chap 8

Whether it was Yu Zhao or Qu Jing, neither of them expected that the situation would develop so suddenly, so intensely, so uncontrollably.

This could only prove one thing: the matchmaking agency did not deceive people; their pheromones matched highly.

The detestable pheromones, like flames, were terrifying, instantly devouring all reason, turning two seemingly calm and rational people into wild beasts, tearing at each other, gnawing at each other, falling under each other’s spell.

Passionate kisses, entanglement, eruption, and then, cooling down.

Yet, Yu Zhao felt weak.

This was his first time.

So, this is what desire feels like.

In his confusion, Yu Zhao gained a slight understanding.

He even began to empathize with Hua Yao’s promiscuity: So, this is the taste, no wonder he’s so indulgent.

This was an involuntary pleasure.

Yu Zhao wanted to get up from the bed, but he couldn’t move an inch. He struggled to move his legs, but ended up falling backward, only to be caught by a chest with a sandalwood fragrance from behind.

“Where are you going?” Qu Jing’s voice sounded lazy.

“I need to clean up,” Yu Zhao said.

“Heh,” Qu Jing chuckled lightly, “Clean up what? Won’t you get dirty again later?”

Yu Zhao’s face instantly turned red. “Isn’t it too much?”

Qu Jing glanced at Yu Zhao with a tilt of his head, a thin mint candy in his mouth making his words slightly unclear. “Who said it’s too much?”

Yu Zhao leaned back on the bed, gently touching his sweaty forehead, admitting, “I can’t.”

Qu Jing raised an eyebrow in surprise, then smiled, picking up Yu Zhao and carrying him into the bathroom.

Yu Zhao was astonished but asked, “What are you doing?”

“I did this to you, so I’ll help you clean up,” Qu Jing said.

Yu Zhao soaked in the bathtub, looked at Qu Jing’s still erect state, and said, “I can’t play along anymore.”

Qu Jing laughed, “Are you afraid I’ll indulge you again? Since you said you can’t, can I force you?”

“Your mind might not, but,” Yu Zhao said, “the one below is hard to say.”

That’s true, Yu Zhao hadn’t expected to mess around with Qu Jing like this, and no one could predict the influence of pheromones.

Qu Jing smiled, “Alright, Mr. Zhao.” With that, Qu Jing stood up and left the bathroom.

Yu Zhao sighed in relief, lying in the warm water, his head resting on the edge of the bathtub. He felt a bit cool around his neck, but his body was warm.

However, his mind was still in a daze.

How did things suddenly develop to this point?

Damn pheromones.

Evil pheromones.

After Yu Zhao’s pheromone barrier was torn open, it immediately triggered Qu Jing’s pheromones. Qu Jing’s potent pheromones matched perfectly with Yu Zhao’s, and Yu Zhao couldn’t control himself.

Yu Zhao, who was always arrogant and aloof, thought about his passionate and lustful appearance just now, almost wishing he could burn himself alive.

Wasn’t this progressing too quickly?

Although he had come all the way to the United States to pursue a client, he hadn’t expected it to escalate to this level.

Yu Zhao felt his mind turning into mush; he couldn’t move.

The bathroom door clicked open.

Yu Zhao tensed, turning to the direction of the door. Qu Jing walked in.

“We agreed—” Yu Zhao was about to stop Qu Jing’s “invasion” but saw Qu Jing picking up a syringe, asking, “Is this your suppressant? The one for the arm?”

Yu Zhao nodded, “Yes.”

Qu Jing injected the suppressant into his own arm and then smiled at Yu Zhao, saying, “Now you don’t have to be afraid of me, right?”

Yu Zhao was stunned.

However, Qu Jing took out massage oil and said, “Come on, let me give you a massage to relieve muscle soreness.”

Yu Zhao chuckled, saying, “I really can’t accept that.”

“Why not?” Qu Jing discarded the empty suppressant shell into the trash and joked, “Now, I’m just a eunuch, suitable for serving people.”

Yu Zhao replied, “Then, I won’t be polite.”

Qu Jing then began to massage Yu Zhao.

With closed eyes, Yu Zhao felt a sense of comfort amid his weariness. However, his mind was in turmoil: I came all the way to pursue a client, and now the client is giving me a massage?

Does this count as a successful pursuit?

Although he kept his eyes closed, his mind was racing: Maybe when he first saw me tied up in the bathroom, he thought I was playing a big game. Now, I’ve followed him to the United States, met him twice, and ended up in bed. Doesn’t that confirm his initial impression?

Maybe he wants me as a fuck buddy

Yu Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and said, “I’m not a casual person.”

Qu Jing was taken aback, seemingly not understanding why Yu Zhao said this. Just then, a ringtone sounded. Qu Jing turned and walked out of the bathroom, answering the phone, saying, “Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

Soon after, Qu Jing walked back into the bathroom with his phone and said, “Mr. Zhao, I need to go back to China. See you next time.”

Yu Zhao was surprised: he’s leaving just like that? Isn’t this what a casual person does!

Yu Zhao suddenly sat up, splashing water from the bathtub. “You—” he paused and then, thinking that he shouldn’t appear too eager in front of the client, slowed down his tone. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

Qu Jing thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “I’m not a casual person either.”