PM Chapter 1

最佳契合 (Perfect Match) – 十九瑶

Chapter 1

CONTENT ADVISORY

This chapter contains depictions and strong implications of rape. Reader discretion is advised.

　　At seven o’clock in the evening, the neighbor’s cheap television was playing the Yuanjiang News loudly, and the noise could be heard through the door into He An’s apartment. In the kitchen, He An was cutting potatoes, and he planned to make a pot of soup with beef brisket and potatoes so that he could warm up. He moved cautiously, slightly bent over, and leaned forward to avoid pressing his bulging belly on the chopping board.

In the middle of cutting, the door started to be pounded desperately.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Red rust paint was flying everywhere as the iron door hit the rickety frame over and over again. Frustrated after taking a few hits, the person outside started forcefully twisting the doorknob. The old handle rattled with each turn, seemingly on the verge of breaking off.

He An felt his heart beat faster. The peeled half of the potato rolled far away as his shaking hand dropped it to the floor.

It’s him.

How could he be here today? After suddenly disappearing for more than six months, I thought he would never come back and bother me again.

The apartment He An rented was tiny. In the narrow hallway inside the door, a few knives and skillets made up the so-called kitchen. The banging on the door got louder and louder until it drowned out the neighbors’ blasting TV. It pierced the thin doorframe, hitting firmly on He An’s back.

As soon as he felt a headache coming on, he pulled out his hand.

The lock was easy to reach and could be opened with a light tug. His hand, however, hung in midair for a long time before finally dropping to rest on the apron fabric covering his stomach.

He knew exactly what the man would do to him once he got inside. He could handle it before. But now…

He wasn’t by himself anymore.

The last time he sought intimacy before disappearing, he unknowingly planted a seed within him. He took incredible care of it, like holding a fragile glass vase, and every day he moved carefully. After six months, the growing baby inside his belly grew steady. He was so big that not even his old apron, which was tied loosely, could hide it.

But as soon as he unlocks the door, his precious child will be hurt.

Certainly.

Along with him.

In those few seconds of hesitation, the man outside had lost patience and started kicking the door. His boots with leather soles kept pounding against the metal frame, as if he meant to kick a hole in it. The neighbor, visibly irritated by the deafening commotion, peered out the locked door and said, “What the hell, are you ripping the place down this time of night?!”

The neighbor also had a short fuse. He An, scared that the two would fight over a single phrase, had no choice but to let the fuming outsider in. He gave the neighbor a regretful smile and said, “Sorry, my friend’s drunk.  He’s not thinking clearly and has a violent temper. Sorry we bothered you… Ah!”

A strong hand grabbed him by the collar before he could finish the sentence.

The man loudly closed the door and took him inside the bedroom. A small pool of water spilling from the bathroom made the floor tiles dangerously slippery. He An lost his footing, his balance collapsed, and he fell sideways. The man ignored He An’s pleas, wrapped his arm around his shoulder, and forcefully pulled him up, throwing him into the empty bed.

He An was caught off guard and fell backwards without any support. His back hit the bed frame hard, twisting the sheets and leaving a mess.

The sheets, which had been tucked beneath the mattress, were now hanging loosely, loosening under him in tangled folds like a pane of glass chipped and shattered upon impact.

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　　At the foot of the bed, the man stood and looked at He An. He was obviously not quite awake; his eyes were blank, his breathing was labored, and his face showed no emotion whatsoever. The strangest thing was that he smelled faintly of cigarettes, but not of alcohol.

Shortly after, as if he had had enough of the sight, he quickly removed his belt, lowered his zipper, and slipped both thumbs into the inside waistband of his pants. In one swift move, he pulled down both his slacks and his underwear.

He An’s fair complexion became pallid the second he laid eyes on that frightening, dark-purple monstrosity. He rushed backwards, propping himself on his elbows and twisting his heavy body to force open the bedside drawer, anxious to get the condoms and lube inside. He was about to reach them when the man tightly grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

As he pulled, the sheet shifted quickly to one side, with most of it hanging to the floor.

He An was in a panic. He called out, “Feiluan, snap out of it! Look at me! Can’t you see the state I’m in?”

He pushed to get up from the bed, but his shoulders were held. The restless man crouched between his legs and looked at him with displeased eyes. Seeing nothing interesting, he groaned in disgust, “Same old, ugly.”

After that, Feiluan pulled his hips up, spread his legs open, and grabbed his erect cock, getting ready to shove it inside.

Even an omega’s body couldn’t make enough fluids in seconds without any lubricant. The head got stuck at the anal hole, unable to move inside. It hurt so much for both of them, like violently turning a rusted screw. He An was really shocked by the pain. The muscles in his lower back stayed tense. After being in pain for a long time, his belly started to hurt, sending waves of slow, unbearable pain through him.

Men are likely to get agitated at this point, and at the same time, their thoughts become surprisingly simple. As he had done numerous times before, He An reassured him in a sweet, almost childlike tone and said, “Move aside for now. Let me put some lube so you can go in smoothly and please yourself.”

“Hurry.”

For a moment, the man put down his sword and trusted him. His arms stayed tightly against the bed, and his eyes, which were filled with lust, focused on He An. His eyes were razor-sharp, as if he were about to strike and explode at any second.

The man’s tolerance in bed is always measured in seconds. Without pause, He An quickly poured a lot of lubricant into his hand. He squished his fingers together and pushed them into his hole. Because his belly was sticking out, it was hard for him to bend over, and he couldn’t get very deep. He had a hard time at first, but he was able to reach just a knuckle’s length by moving it around a few times. The opening was almost completely dry.

His tolerance, which was as thin as a cigarette butt, dissipated in an instant. In a fit of lust, the man grabbed He An’s hand and pressed it against his throbbing cock, insisting that he calm it down and make things right.

As the clock ticked away, He An had to quickly spread lube on that thick, long beast, paying special attention to its intimidating head. In the past, this thing had caused him a lot of pain. Just seeing it made him feel sick, and he wished he could pour the whole bottle over it.

After using lube, He An got another condom to put on the man. He had worn them a few times before, and he really didn’t like how the thin material wrapped around his penis made him feel alone. It irritated him just looking at the package. He flicked it away with a careless motion, then leaned in to pin He An down. He spread out He An’s legs, grabbed his own gleaming shaft, pushed his hips forward, and slid right in.

“Ah! Feiluan, you can’t do that… It hurts… Argh, no!”

His lower body was hurting so badly that every muscle tensed up to its limit, trying desperately to push back against the knife-like object that was stuck between his legs. He An’s face lost all of its color right away, and his forehead became ice cold. His nose was wet with sweat, and big droplets of it flowed down his neck.

The man snarled like a beast, only wanting to let off steam and showing no mercy. Before, he could still hold back without lube. Now, with the condom oil as a lubricant, that ominous blade of flesh penetrated the anal opening and pushed all the way in, almost drilling through to the reproductive cavity’s deepest wall.

He almost blacked out from the pain. He was gasping for air for a whole ten seconds as he stared at a swirl of flashing blues and blacks. Had he sinned in any way? What terrible thing did he do to deserve this to happen over and over again?

Excruciating pain drew cold sweat. And just like a big shark smelling blood, the man caught its scent. His eyes instantly lit up in a greedy, frenzied red. He bent down and kissed He An’s exposed skin uncontrollably, tongue licking, eyes closed to enjoy the sweet scent in utter bliss, like an addict satiated.

He An wore a t-shirt and an apron over his body, but the man thought they were too heavy. He tore them apart and greedily sucked the delicate reddish mole on He An’s chest.

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　　Iris, gardenia, laurel, and camphor—none of them can compare to a single petal of lily of the valley.

A beast’s claw crushed a newly bloomed lily of the valley, turning its soft buds into mud and its petals into dust. Its subtle, dreamy scent permeated and drifted, sad and long-lasting. As if rain had just stopped, the man stood in a field of lily of the valley, deeply drunk from its scent. He could never get enough and never felt pleased. A dream took shape on a petal as a sweet dewdrop that hung in the air and didn’t fall, swinging in front of his pining heart.

When he finally caught a whiff of lily of the valley after six months apart, his entire body screamed for it.

Not enough!

Far from enough!

Even with sweat, he was still wanting more. He then went after He An’s tears, finding his pain especially arousing.

Movements became more violent as the man thrust his hips instinctively. He An writhed in pain, his frail body trembling uncontrollably as he let out sobs of crushing agony. The air started to smell of a thick, intoxicating scent. The man’s huffing became louder as he came closer, causing him to lower his head and lick away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

The man was shaking with excitement the next second, and he moved in an even more erratic way.

“Stop it, Feiluan. Please stop…” Sharp sensations pierced through his lower body. He An held his stomach, holding on to the last bit of hope as he begged him, “There is a child here, one that belongs to both of us… Can you feel it? You… feel it. It’s six months old…”

But once again, the man paid little attention, acting wildly following his own instincts.

In the end, even tears weren’t enough for him. He pulled He An’s hair and turned his neck so that the nape was exposed. The sharp teeth went through the skin and into the glands below.

“Aaahhh—!!!”

He An’s heartbeat raced, and his waist shook, pushing him to let out a piercing scream.

The intense pheromones from the gland made the man feel an immense amount of satisfaction. He gripped He An and shoved with great force, his bulging manhood wrecking the spot between his legs, completely oblivious to the omega’s cries as his lust grew out of control.

Finally, the man ejaculated, feeling completely satisfied, both physically and mentally, and flopped toward He An without thinking. He An gathered all his strength and lifted his elbow to block him, eagerly pushing him aside to protect his stomach from being crushed. The penis, smeared with cum, pulled out of the hole, spilling a torrent of dark blood. The man fell down hard and went to sleep right away.

He An was lying weakly on his back, gasping for air.

Finally, he was set free from this torture.

He knew what he needed to do right now—get up and call for help as soon as possible. But he was too tired and in too much pain; he felt like he would lose all of his energy if he lifted even one finger.

All he could do was curl up in the single bed. His vision became dim in darkness, and he immediately lost consciousness.

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Translated and edited by janemoyu (08/08/25)