Chapter 5 1/2

Jiang Li quickly lifted the cup to his nose and sniffed.

“No problem.”

“Are you allergic to potassium permanganate?” Jiang Li shifted his body slightly, leaning forward.

He wasn’t comfortable either; his obsession with cleanliness supported him during his focus on disinfection, but once distracted, a suppressed surge of heat overwhelmed him.

This question seemed to trouble Alpha, and Jiang Li sensed a difficult, unspoken inquiry: “I’ve gone this far, and now I have to regain composure to answer questions?”

Wait, he shouldn’t think from a doctor’s perspective; based on his condition, it could be another type of swelling.

This doesn’t make sense!

Jiang Li couldn’t believe it from the bottom of his heart. Now, after Alpha’s completion, it might get even worse.

Because they weren’t familiar, Jiang Li couldn’t determine which type it was; he could only diagnose hands-on.

In every aspect, Jiang Li’s situation seemed a bit unfavorable. He let go with a vague desire to escape.

The premise of pregnancy was that he could deceive the heavens and escape. If he couldn’t escape, what’s the use? Forced abortion, custody snatching—those were the likely outcomes.

With Alpha like this, he probably couldn’t walk out of the dungeon.

“Um, don’t move!” Jiang Li suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

Originally standing by the bed, he could discern in the darkness the imposing figure of Alpha getting off the bed, pressing his palm against Jiang Li’s back, causing him to collapse.

A seamless heat source adhered to his back, frightening him. His fingers went limp, and the cup of potassium permanganate solution spilled onto the floor with a loud crash.

“Oops.”

After Jiang Li came in, it was the first time he heard a joyful sigh from Alpha’s mouth, reminiscent of a mischievous child successfully knocking medicine out of an adult’s hand.

“Rinse with water again…”

The voice twisted through several tones, eventually turning into a choked sob stuck in the throat.

“Once more… wash it again!” Jiang Li emphasised as Alpha remained unmoved.

Repeating the word “once more” finally moved Alpha. He briefly let go and went to the bathroom to shower.

Restraining, Jiang Li almost knelt on the ground, his waist sliding down a bit. He was immediately caught.

The long-restrained Alpha asserted his territory with his actions, making it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate interference.

Jiang Li blinked his damp eyelashes; if he didn’t wash them himself, he couldn’t trust them.

But soon, he couldn’t dwell on that.

During the uncontrollable pheromone storm, Cen Lang’s rationality was intermittent, barely enough to sustain essential life functions. His entire focus was dedicated to resisting the loss of control.

He knew he was undergoing a form of torture—a cruel friend by now—but he didn’t know torture could be layered.

Someone, using pheromones as bait, released tiny hooks, snagging his reason and flesh, then retracting them, triggering the most fervent resistance within his body.

The pheromone storm had glimpsed another entwined vortex; how could it easily subside?

Yet, on the brink of complete loss of control, there was always a cold voice reminding him to “sit properly” and “stand at attention,” supporting him in holding onto his teetering sanity.

Subconsciously obeying, Cen Lang, an Omega, felt the sudden isolation of Omega pheromones. He instinctively released the strongest pressure to locate Jiang Li, pheromones colliding and clashing everywhere, vaguely recalling that this was a cage he personally designed.

He should go back and lean against the corner, barely keeping his head from lowering and his spine from bending.

As Cen Lang forcibly suppressed various bodily functions once again, Jiang Li returned, providing him with a temporary anchor.

He grasped shreds of reason from the chaotic storm, laboriously piecing together a brief response to the outside world.

“I agree.”

Is this what they call “grasping at straws”?

Not quite.

Cen Lang had injected countless drugs to suppress the storm; sometimes he’d follow proper procedures, disinfecting first and swirling a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. But during combat, such niceties were discarded, and the needle was thrust directly.

He wouldn’t let a wad of cotton torture him to this extent.

Jiang Li’s nails were neatly trimmed; he couldn’t stand having long nails. The fingertip was soft and warm, contrasting with the cool dampness of the disinfectant cotton. His professionalism rivalled that of someone with five years of clinical experience.

The dual stimulation forced Cen Lang to gather a thought: who knows if there will be a third time?

He was right.

…

Who knows how many more times there will be?

Jiang Li miserably recalled the professional books of his reproductive system roommate. Well, this wasn’t the ideal posture for conception.

Oh well, nobody’s listening.

His mouth felt dry, and with closed eyes, he said, “Thirsty.”

Alpha’s understanding of the place exceeded his imagination, as if he had night vision. He carried Jiang Li wherever he went, extracting a nutrient pack from the storage cabinet and biting it open before offering it to Jiang Li.

With Jiang Li held in one hand, eyes half-closed, it was obvious Alpha had bitten it open. Before his cleanliness obsession could kick in, the impatient Alpha pinched the nutrient pack and squeezed it into Jiang Li’s mouth.

“…”

Huh?

He had heard that the nutrient packs supplied to space forces were extraordinary, with powerful abilities for physical recovery, wound healing, and sustaining combat. The downside? They tasted terrible.

Developed by the logistics food academy of the Third Military Academy, Jiang Li had seen display models at the entrance of their institute.

A bit expensive, not something an ordinary person would use.

Jiang Li didn’t really want to use it in this situation.

The sound of Alpha biting open the nutrient pack reached his ears again. Jiang Li jolted. You can’t drink it!

Like a fish suddenly out of water, he straightened up, covering Cen Lang’s mouth with one hand and grabbing the nutrient pack with the other.

“You can’t drink it.”

“Only I can.”

Cen Lang seemed puzzled; it was his territory, his nutrient pack; why couldn’t he drink it? He furrowed his brow for a moment but didn’t dwell on it, merely acknowledging it with a sound. He didn’t reach for the nutrient pack again.

Jiang Li, withholding the nutrient pack from Cen Lang, drank two portions.

He replenished the nutrient pack, seemingly gaining strength, but Alpha appeared tireless, with seemingly endless energy.

“…”

Jiang Li discarded the empty nutrient pack for the sixth time.

Am I going crazy?

It seemed like he was being scolded for frequently drinking nutrient packs. The location was shifted to near the storage cabinet.

Consider it an increase in the chances of conception; a few times wouldn’t be enough. The more times, the higher the probability.

Everyone was like this; he couldn’t just give up halfway.

Until he estimated it was time to fulfil the agreement with Yang Xiaoli and had to leave, Jiang Li, who had awakened from his daze, couldn’t endure any longer. Deceptively taking out the backpack, he retrieved a millilitre syringe, administered three injections, and added a hand knife.

The Alpha, who had not been allowed to supplement nutrient packs, was indeed not as cunning as the Omega, who had consumed over a dozen.

Jiang Li nudged the heavily sleeping Alpha on the bed, breathed out slowly, dragged his weary body, and walked to the storage cabinet. Thanks to someone, he was now very familiar with this route.

Taking out two packs, he drank one himself. This military-grade stuff was indeed impressive; even if he felt like he was dying, he could still get back up after drinking it.

He also fed one to the unconscious Cen Lang.