The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 13

Su Muran left in a hurry, leaving behind only a black encrypted USB drive and a thin examination report.

Shen Yanzhou sat on the sofa, his gaze coldly falling on the last line of red text.

Compatibility: 99.99%.

In Hong Kong, “fated mate” was the favorite gossip of fortune tellers in public housing estates at mahjong tables, top-tier luck even rarer than drawing a self-drawn thirteen orphans hand.

But in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes, those four words were nothing but trouble, a thorough and complete biological kidnapping.

“Hmph.” He let out a light scoff, crumpling the “best fortune” that others would kill for, and casually tossed it into the trash can.

“Thirty million.”

“Here.”

“Come up with me.” He rose from the sofa and walked barefoot toward the study on the second floor.

This place exclusively dedicated to his work and handling family secrets normally allowed no one but himself inside. He never thought he’d break his own rule today for this trouble.

“Close the door. Draw the curtains.”

“Then bring a chair and sit over here.”

The man did as told, carefully carrying a chair to sit beside Shen Yanzhou.

The space under the desk wasn’t spacious. The man’s legs were simply too long. Even trying his best to curl up, his knees still inevitably brushed against Shen Yanzhou’s leg beneath the silk pajama pants.

Burning hot and hard.

Shen Yanzhou frowned but said nothing, his face cold as he inserted the USB drive Su Muran had left into the computer.

Normally this kind of sex education job was Su Muran’s duty as a doctor without question. But he completely didn’t expect that this young master of the Su family, who normally spouted nothing but morality, would throw his medical ethics to the dogs at the critical moment, dropping a USB drive and running off.

Shen Yanzhou sighed, somewhat irritated.

There was no other way. If he really waited until his heat period, this clueless dumb dog would crash around blindly and damage his fragile reproductive cavity. In the end, he’d be the one to suffer.

He gripped the mouse, turned his head, and looked at the man beside him with both hands properly placed on his knees, asking: “When you were in Kowloon Walled City, did you ever go to school?”

The man awkwardly grabbed at the fabric, a trace of embarrassment flashing in his eyes, his voice dropping:

“Master is joking.”

“In that kind of mud pit, being able to eat your fill was already a blessing. Where would there be spare money for school… that’s something for decent people.”

“So you’re illiterate?” Shen Yanzhou’s brows instantly knitted together. If he was illiterate, then how was this lesson supposed to work? Those complex physiological structures, those precautions, was he supposed to guide him hand by hand, pointing out each body part one by one, leading his hand to touch?

“No… not illiterate.” The man hurriedly explained, afraid of being disliked. “Although I didn’t formally attend school, I… I taught myself a little.”

“Taught yourself?”

“Yeah.” The man raised his head, his gaze sincere. “Before, when I was washing dishes in the back alley of a diner in Mong Kok, I’d pick up old newspapers that customers threw away. When I encountered characters I didn’t recognize, I’d ask the student kids who came to eat. Sometimes I’d help them fight a few times, no money needed, just asking them to teach me two characters.”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips somewhat sheepishly, revealing a slightly silly smile: “Later I’d also go to old book stalls on Apliu Street to pick up books to read… daily reading and writing is no problem, just my handwriting is ugly, like crawling bugs.”

Shen Yanzhou’s gaze fell on the old scars winding across his wrist.

In his mind, a painting inexplicably emerged: the greasy, slippery back alley of Sham Shui Po, a youth covered in wounds huddled beneath a dim street lamp, like a wild grass that had bitten through concrete to sprout out, desperately swallowing that pitifully small amount of nourishment.

Rough, savage, yet possessing a vitality that made one’s heart race.

His heart unconsciously softened a few degrees. “As long as you can understand.”

He casually pulled a Montblanc pen from the pen holder, then took out a brand new notebook, pushing them in front of the man.

“This pen and notebook are for you. Write down the key points.”

After speaking, he clicked open the files in the USB drive, finding a high-definition medical anatomy diagram: “Detailed Diagram of Male Omega Reproductive Cavity Internal Structure.”

The pink cavity, complex vascular patterns, the narrow and deep passage, and the reproductive cavity.

Under this kind of visual impact, the air in the study instantly became sticky.

“Look at the screen.” Shen Yanzhou noticed that sticky gaze beside him fixed on his own face, and said lightly: “Don’t look at me.”

The man obediently moved his gaze away from his breathtakingly cold and beautiful profile.

“This is a special conception cavity structure.” Shen Yanzhou’s fingertips were white and dazzling. His fingertip followed the narrow virtual passage pushing inward.

“Here, is the entrance.”

“Normally it’s completely closed, the muscle tissue is extremely tight, like a locked door.” He turned his head, his gaze falling on the man.

“Doctor Su said your size is abnormal. This means you’re an out-of-spec violent intruder.”

“So, at this position.” He drew a circle before that narrow pass, “You must slow down, you must have enough patience and preparation.”

“If you dare to force your way in and cause tearing…” Shen Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, warning: “I’ll cut off that tool of crime and feed it to the fish in Victoria Harbour.”

“Write it down.”

“Yes, Master.”

The man lowered his head and wrote crookedly in the notebook:

It’s very fragile, can’t use brute force, must wait for the door to open on its own.

“Next, is here.” His fingertip stopped at an extremely hidden special point.

No matter how businesslike Shen Yanzhou tried to be, when pointing to this spot, the tips of his ears still uncontrollably flushed red.

He spoke extremely fast to get past it, “To make the ‘door’ open smoothly, you can’t just use brute force, you have to grind.”

As soon as the words fell, the man suddenly raised his head. Those clear dog eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, yet his gaze was shockingly hot.

“Grind? Master… what kind of grinding?”

He tilted his head slightly, innocently gesturing: “Is it grinding hard? Or… holding back a little and grinding bit by bit?”

An extremely dangerous question, yet paired with an extremely sincere face.

“Are you really dumb or pretending to be dumb? What about alpha instincts?”

“I have no experience…” The man’s face was full of grievance. “I’m afraid of getting it wrong, that Master will feel uncomfortable.”

“And… just looking at the diagram, I also don’t know where it is. Master, what does this place feel like to the touch?”

This man was truly a trouble.

And he, the young master of the Shen family, actually had to teach this man in this dim study how to fuck him, how to make him feel good. If word got out, it would probably become the biggest joke of the year in Hong Kong.

But if he didn’t teach, this dumb dog would probably really torture him half to death. After all, just now even something as simple as oral, this person had done so poorly.

“When the time comes… watch my reaction.” He glossed over it vaguely, quickly moving his finger to the final point: the reproductive cavity.

The man’s peripheral vision greedily stuck to Shen Yanzhou’s pink-white fingertips. Every time his fingertip moved, he could feel the fire in his lower abdomen burn one degree hotter.

Damn it.

The scent in the air belonging to Shen Yanzhou was too close, close enough that he could even clearly see the fine soft down behind his ear. He needed to use every ounce of willpower in his body to restrain himself from grabbing that hand, from pressing the person in front of him who was seriously teaching him how to “make love” down onto the desk, and doing it with him until the end of time.

Noticing the man spacing out, Shen Yanzhou grabbed his ear. “Focus.”

“This is the key point.”

He grasped the man’s wrist, spreading open that hand with terrifying controlling power, his fingertip drawing an extremely small range in the center of the palm lines.

“The entrance there is only this narrow.”

“Your size is too dangerous, so the process must be controlled. Absolutely forbidden to knot me inside.”

“Otherwise it will directly tear my most fragile inner spot. By then forget about children, you’ll directly kill me in bed.”

Shen Yanzhou’s eye corners were red, his gaze sharp: “I only want a child, I don’t need your permanent mark. Understood?”

“Understood.” His voice was hoarse, his gaze stubbornly fixed on Shen Yanzhou’s pale, tense face, as if wanting to confirm whether the person before his eyes would really shatter.

Afterward, he lowered his head, like an elementary student who had done something wrong, stroke by stroke, extremely forcefully writing the final line in the notebook.

Because he pressed too hard, the writing showed through to the back of the paper, ugly as crawling bugs, carrying a clumsiness.

Written there:

Can’t let Master hurt, Master’s life is more important than anything.

Looking at these crooked characters, Shen Yanzhou’s heart inexplicably softened, his eyes suddenly growing hot.

He hurriedly turned his face away.

“Since you’ve memorized it, put away the notebook and go. I still have a few emails to handle.”

The man obediently closed the notebook but showed no intention of leaving. He raised his head, his gaze burning as he looked at him.

“Master.”

“What now?”

“Then when we… when do we do this kind of thing?”

Shen Yanzhou looked at his at-a-loss appearance, thought of what Su Muran said earlier about him being a virgin, and thought of him saying he’d never met anyone he wanted to sleep with in the mud pit, guessing that perhaps he was nervous.

Actually, how was he any different?

Twenty-nine years. He had rolled around in this hypocritical, dirty world of fame and fortune, seen countless shells of people, yet never let anyone near him. Now, he was going to do this most intimate thing with this bought man.

It was better to explain it clearly to him.

“I’m not doing this with you because I like you. I just want a child.”

“In other words, both you and I are being forced.”

“Master, I…” He urgently wanted to explain but was interrupted by Shen Yanzhou.

“To help you understand, let me give you an example.”

“Thirty million, do you know what a ‘massage wand’ is?”

The man nodded blankly.

“Good then.”

Shen Yanzhou explained with a deadpan expression: “Just think of yourself as a massage wand.”

“When my heat period comes and I need to use you, I’ll naturally take you out. When I don’t need you, you lie obediently in the box.”

After hearing this extremely insulting “tool theory,” the man showed no anger or shame on his face. Instead, he moved forward half an inch, instantly occupying all of Shen Yanzhou’s breathing space.

A scent of cedar, passing through the suppressant patch, forcefully drilled into Shen Yanzhou’s nasal cavity.

Shen Yanzhou’s body gradually softened, his waist pressing against the bookcase, with nowhere left to retreat. The man lowered his head, burning hot breath spraying on his collarbone, his voice hoarse:

“But… Master.”

“Right now I…”

Before the man could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open urgently.

Shen Xici’s face, normally as warm and refined as jade, the face that could debate eloquently in court, was now gloomy to the extreme.

He looked at the older brother he had held on a pedestal since childhood, whom he wouldn’t even let others touch the hem of his clothes, now softening his waist and flushing red under the gaze of some wild man.

Shen Xici’s Adam’s apple moved, dark and unclear excitement and jealousy surging in his eyes.

“Bro… what you just said…”

“You want him to be your what?”