Chapter 49 - Fierce Beast
translator: xiin
editors: apricot & juurensha
Wu Jin froze slightly, his small animal intuition alarmed. He was clearly facing Wei Shi, yet the back of his neck felt cold.
He snuck a few steps back, pasting up against the wall like a small rabbit spirit strip, soft enough to peel off and pick up, “Big, big brother…”
No expression could be seen behind the man’s mask, but his gaze seemed to sharpen.
The aftereffects for the third stage of gene therapy were much more serious than the first two stages.
However much emotion was missing from the original person––was however much emotion would quickly flow out after treatment. It would affect the patient’s will, thinking, and other aspects, turning them into a sharp blade that was manipulated by instinct.
Any kind of trigger was likely to tip the patient off the knife edge. This was a dangerous period that was also known as the ‘emotional instability period’.
Joy, hatred, possessiveness, hatred… all emotions were amplified, and any desires that had previously lain dormant would increase violently, with hormones rather than reason controlling his nerve center.
Wu Jin obviously didn’t know at this time that the current Wei Shi was a completely different person from usual.
Wei Shi hadn’t thought that Wu Jin would be waiting for him in the room.
However, he had no intention of letting him out again from the moment he closed the door.
Beneath the silver mask, his blood was boiling and restless due to the soft youth. His entire body was like a hollow human-shaped weapon that urgently needed to be soothed by a suitable companion.
Wei Shi didn’t even glance at the black cat.
He knew better than anyone else who his true therapy companion was.
He took a few steps towards Wu Jin as he rolled up his sleeve, his ferocious aggression permeating the air and pressuring everything it touched.
Wu Jin looked blankly towards the bed.
The black cat at his feet looked pitiful as it huddled behind the curtains, but it didn’t look like it was guarding against being thrown back on the bed by Wei Shi at all.
Wei Shi’s eyes became increasingly cold and severe when he saw that Wu Jin didn’t move.
The youth hung his head, his expression a little blank from fright, and he didn’t have the courage to directly meet Wei Shi’s eyes. He could only guess the big boss’s actions from the sounds in the room, and chaotic, scattered fragments of information that he’d heard just now flashed through his mind.
‘Treatment’, ‘emotional instability period’…
Two meters away.
Big boss took off his shirt.
Big boss unbuckled the metal belt of his combat suit and tossed it onto the floor.
Big boss changed into his sleeping robe…
Wu Jin finally came to his senses!
What exactly had he come here to do… he’d come here to play with other children! But the other little friend seemed to have gone crazy ahhhh!!!
Wu Jin quickly raised up his head in the next second.
The big boss headed his way apathetically.
The black cat hidden in the curtains was scared away with a meow, and Wu Jin couldn’t help but lean back. To his left was a snow-white wall, and behind him was the closed window. At the same time that Wu Jin almost slid behind the curtains, Wei Shi stuck out his right hand and caged the youth within the narrow gap between the walls.
Wu Jin was forced to raise his chin and display his fragile neck in front of the man.
The moment he met Wei Shi’s gaze, Wu Jin’s heart beat violently.
It was clearly the predatory eyes of a fierce beast.
Under the ambiguous light, the youth who had taken a bath just recently was like prey pressed beneath his body. His milky pale skin quivered slightly, and he had no power to resist under that absolute suppression.
Every inch of his brow, neck, and collarbone was beautiful to the point of perfection, the curves just prominent enough to bite. It seemed as though Wei Shi could take him apart and swallow him into his stomach by merely moving his fingers. The small, fluffy curls vibrated constantly due to tension, and amber eyes shone pitifully, covered in a layer of fine, scattered mist––
Like a sacrifice waiting to be taken.
Wei Shi stared fixedly at him, shrouding the soft youth in his shadow completely, his eyes flashing with an unnatural, cold light.
The gate of his memories fluttered open.
First, the snow-white laboratory walls, then the dangling, powerless legs hanging from the window, the experimental subjects that were destroyed en ma.s.se, the swarming Federal military, a sniper rifle on the roof, a silver bayonet, the black night of Floating City, the silver mask and the new king, unceasing, never-ending treatment…
There was also a rabbit spirit wrapped up in a military cloak in the training room.
That bleak gaze finally focused on what was trapped beneath his body.
Wu Jin whimpered and made a small effort to struggle and escape from Wei Shi’s entrapment, but was held fast by the gun-callused hand Wei Shi pressed into his right shoulder. A burning hot scent invaded directly, suppressing the soft, milky rabbit fragrance until it had no power to resist.
The man’s Adam’s apple shifted again as he controlled the equally agonizing reaction of his lower body. He pushed his right leg and knee against the youth’s side and pressed him tightly into the corner of the wall, his eyes dark and deep.
“Take it off.” Wei Shi’s voice was hoa.r.s.e, “Take off the mask.”
Wu Jin was a nervous mess. His brain had already stalled, and he subconsciously touched his own face before suddenly remembering that he’d taken off his mask as soon as he stepped in through the door…
It was the big boss’s mask.
Wei Shi dipped his chin, signaling for Wu Jin to reach out.
Under the dim lighting, the man’s silver mask seemed suffused with a faint light, just like the little navigation lights in the fog outside the window.
There was an unquestionable determination in Wei Shi’s eyes.
Wu Jin swallowed nervously, compelled by the big boss’s aggressive arrogance to stretch out his hand. He fumbled as he tried to undo the man’s silver mask. There were at least six or seven hidden b.u.t.tons, and the more nervous he was, the more chaotic his movements became…
Wei Shi suddenly covered his hand and guided his hands to remove the silver mask before tossing it to the ground.
The man’s constant, indifferent face finally cut into Wu Jin’s field of vision.
His features were cold and hard, the contours deep beneath the lamp’s illumination. A fierce light leapt in his eyes.
Wu Jin said stupidly, “Big brother…”
The next second, the shadowed head dipped down, causing the soft youth to recoil in fear, but he had already retreated as far as he could. The man gave in to impulse and bowed his head, fierce teeth stopping just above the artery on the youth’s vulnerable neck. It seemed that he would be able to draw out the freshest blood as long as he bit down.
The youth who’d been scared silly finally reacted and began to struggle as he fought for his life. The movement of the youth’s flexible muscles sent out a faint aroma, and Wei Shi’s eyes darkened.
All of his impulses rushed out at this moment, and the irrational desire that had previously been suppressed by reason rang loudly in his ears. He was like a fierce, predatory male beast that wanted to take over the territory he’d set his eyes on, wanting the sacrifice to surrender to him, crying, willingly allowing him to plunder everything––
Sharp teeth bit down, and Wu Jin cried out in pain. However, Wei Shi only needed one hand to hold him still as the tip of his teeth found the sweet blood vessels. He left a vicious mark before finally withdrawing the sharp edges and replacing the attack with a small lick from the tip of his tongue.
Sweet and delicious.
The restless, angry mood that had taken over after treatment finally subsided, and the viciousness of the fierce beast in his consciousness had been appeased.
The man lifted his head and looked at the youth that he was holding in a deathly tight grip. It seemed that he was just one step short of coming to his senses, but his reason still lingered inside the abyss of his desires.
It was clear that Wu Jin was already in a stupor.
Big boss had… bitten his neck.
Bitten his neck ahhhh!!!
After Wei Shi released his grip, Wu Jin abruptly came to his senses and was about to pump his legs and run when he was suddenly held down by the man again.
“Sorry.” Wei Shi’s voice was hoa.r.s.e, the words carefully enunciated, “You will sleep here tonight.”
Wu Jin pressed himself back against the wall again, like a rabbit wall sticker that could automatically stick to the wall. He was alarmed and panicky, “Big brother, I, I, I, I…”
Wei Shi looked at him deeply.
Wu Jin hunched up. He felt wronged, yet he didn’t dare say it and seemed to have been given a big scare as he admitted all his mistakes in one go, “Big brother… I didn’t mean to mess up the bed… I wasn’t the one who attacked first just now… I didn’t mean to miss our appointment… I, I, I…”
Wu Jin thought back and forth, but couldn’t pick out any reason that would make the big boss bite him.
Wei Shi took a deep breath and suddenly placed his right hand on the weak and droopy small curls.
“Sorry.” Wei Shi repeated again. His palm was caught by soft curls that were sweet and soft and itchy.
The crisis was over.
Wu Jin’s eyes were wide and bewildered.
Wei Shi raised his eyebrows and gestured towards the bed with his chin, “Go up by yourself, or I’ll help you up.”
Wu Jin followed his instincts and popped up from the floor, his arms and legs chaotic as he clambered up onto the bed and returned to his original corner. He was so well-behaved and tense that his rabbit ears practically stood up straight as he shrank into himself next to the bunched up quilt––he didn’t take up any s.p.a.ce at all.
Wei Shi narrowed his eyes at him.
Wu Jin hurriedly tidied up the quilt, his eyes darting everywhere. It was apparent that his cerebral cortex was extremely active at the moment.
Wei Shi looked down at his terminal. His voice was oppressive, “I’ll give you ten minutes. If you don’t fall asleep, I can’t guarantee what will happen next.”
Wu Jin who had been oppressed once again, froze for a moment before hurriedly closing his eyes.
His eyelids twitched and shifted, and it was clear that he was completely unable to sleep.
Wei Shi poured himself a gla.s.s of water and swallowed the medicine that he’d brought out of the laboratory. On the other side, Wu Jin was still immobile as he pretended to be asleep.
“Count rabbits if you can’t sleep.” Wei Shi ordered.
The stiff rabbit nodded quickly, closing his eyes tight as he began to count.
One rabbit.
His neck hurt a bit.
Two rabbits.
It really hurt…
Three rabbits.
The rabbit spirit on the bed breathed in quietly, the sound whistling and squeaky, like a leaky rabbit.
Wei Shi spoke up, “There are three minutes left.”
Wu Jin was shocked, and a large group of rabbits rushed through his active consciousness in a big ball as though they’d been scared into a sprint.
The lights in the room were almost out.
The clock tick-tock, tick-tocked rhythmically. The window had been half-opened by Wei Shi, and the damp scent of viburnum flowers drifted in with the night wind, gently encouraging people to sleep.
Wei Shi’s eyelashes flickered.
The fatigue that came after training rose up like the tide. The last rabbit in his mind jumped across the fence and sent him into dreamland.
Wei Shi stood by the bed for a long time before setting down his gla.s.s of water and walking into the bathroom.
Water splashed and flowed, and it was deep into the night by the time the man came back out.
Wu Jin was still curled up near the edge of the bed, his face slightly flushed, his breathing even and long.
He was very well-behaved in his sleep, and he only dared to use a small triangle of the quilt to cover his belly, exposing his pale, tender legs that shifted slightly with his breathing.
Wei Shi reached out.
The rough fingertips covered the wound on the youth’s neck, rubbing slightly against the edge of the mark, carefully avoiding the bloodstains.
Wu Jin’s eyelashes trembled, but he didn’t wake up.
Five minutes later, there was a light knock at the door.
When Mao Dongqing handed the medical box over to Wei Shi, he reported expressionlessly, “It’s been arranged according to your instructions. No scars will remain. The twelve recovery agents you wanted are also there.”
Wei Shi nodded.
The interior of the room was dark, and the man in the bathrobe was tall and broad, blocking Mao Dongqing’s vision.
The 4th Law Enforcement Marshal of Floating City hesitated for a moment, but ultimately still said, “Researcher Song said… you should exercise self-restraint.”
Wei Shi remained silent.
Mao Dongqing added, “Please treat him properly.” He paused, then continued in a flat, bland voice, “Psychological cues have no effect on you. When it comes to you, your consciousness must be willing in order for a bond with a therapy companion to be formed. With all due respect, you may never meet a second therapy companion who is fully compatible apart from Wu Jin.”
“For S-cla.s.s experimental subjects, the probability of a willing consciousness is less than 1 in 20 billion.”
Wei Shi accepted the medical box. His tone was indifferent and left no room for intervention, “I will treat him responsibly.”
The door closed gently.
Mao Dongqing went through the dark corridor, entered the elevator, and arrived at the laboratory.
Arjun jumped up abruptly, his face pale and shocked, “It, it, it was the third stage of treatment? How come the progress is so fast… He skipped over two stages. Did the lab really agree? My G.o.d, I really sent him over! The first four hours after the third course of treatment is a period of extreme emotional fluctuations. Something’s going to f*cking go wrong…”
Mao Dongqing: “It’s fine.”
Arjun was shocked and finally let out a breath of relief. After a while, he stuttered and spoke again, “Re, really? Why… It’s not like I’ve never seen a patient undergoing the third stage of treatment…”
Mao Dongqing was silent and didn’t reply.
After a beat, Arjun was still gaping and asking, “Is it really fine?”
He then spoke to himself, “Brother Wei’s control is really good… Did you go up just now to deliver medicine?”
Mao Dongqing nodded.
Arjun wailed and toppled to the ground, “I was the one who encouraged you to send him over––I almost became a murderer. I’ll take responsibility for this, it’s got nothing to do with you.”
“I’ll go and apologize to the princ.i.p.al person tomorrow.”
“Then find Brother Wei and make amends…”
“No, he might not be able to come down tomorrow… or come out of the room… I’ll squat by the door and wait. I’m so scared…”
Mao Dongqing suddenly voiced his opinion, “Don’t interfere in this matter.”
Arjun raised his head blankly.
“That person is very important.” Mao Dongqing spoke slowly. “Also, hide it.”
Within the dark room.
Wei Shi lifted up the small curls and spread the healing agent on the wound.
The medicine was a pale green color and had a strong healing ability. A quarter of an hour later, the bite mark had already become so faint it could no longer be seen.
The liquid medicine evaporated from the surface of the skin. After confirming that there was no infection, the man’s rough and warm right hand rested next to the wound until Wu Jin’s breathing turned steady once again.
The pulse that could be felt beneath his index finger was both gentle and powerful, and Wu Jin rubbed against Wei Shi’s hand unconsciously.
The man who had been about to get up and leave continued to sit there silently for a long time.
A quarter of an hour later, Wei Shi put away the medical box. When he came out again, his expression was a little heavy.
The black cat that had been hiding behind the curtains quietly slinked out and climbed up onto the bed. It didn’t dare to get too close to Wei Shi, so it went to the corner where Wu Jin was curled up. It buried half its head beneath the quilt, its eyes pitiful, its black tail curling and swaying as it hung down.
Wei Shi was quick to try to drive the black cat out the door.
The black cat meowed, then shrank against Wu Jin. The sleeping boy reached out in confusion and subconsciously cuddled the cat.
It was exactly the same posture he used to hold the guinea pig.
The rabbit spirit gently rubbed the cat’s head. He was clearly still asleep, but the small round face seemed to be quite happy.
Wei Shi paused, then used his gaze to signal for the black cat to stay where it was.
The black cat was relieved and nestled into Wu Jin’s arms. After a while, it seemed to feel very comfortable being cuddled and also fell asleep. Its tail was loose and soft, twitching slightly near the edge of the bed.
The breeze shifted the curtains. Wei Shi took one last glance around, then lifted the quilt. The other side of the bed dipped slightly.
The fog in Floating City dissipated and gathered again.
Pale, shallow light and shadows pa.s.sed through the mist, then through the window to land on the carpet.
Wu Jin stretched out comfortably into a long rabbit strip and rubbed the cat delightedly before shifting back and forth, and nestling into the quilt.
And then, he opened his eyes in a trance––
Amber eyes abruptly grew wide.
Juurensha: Ohohoho, WS staking a claim
xiin: ahhhhhhhhhHH~~~