PM Chapter 9

最佳契合 (Perfect Match) – 十九瑶

Chapter 9

CONTENT ADVISORY

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

　　He An was carried into the living room and thrown onto the sofa, flat on his back.

The throw pillows, which still smelled a little bit like the baby clothes they had slept next to, bounced up one after the other and flew into the air. One knocked the TV remote upside down on the coffee table, while another toppled over a mug, spilling cold water; a stack of magazines fell, and everything ended up scattered across the floor.

Zheng Feiluan was almost 190 centimeters tall. The distance between his arms and the sofa was more than one meter. The sharp edge of a plastic storage box hammered He An’s lower back. A blazing agony, like a sharp object snapping, raced down his nerves and into his belly. A knot formed in his stomach.

He didn’t even have an opportunity to fight back. He panicked, and then he got a severe cramp in his lower stomach. Then warmth developed between his legs, too much of it, and a sudden fluid gushed out.

He An froze on the couch, like a broken clock. The shrill cry he was letting out suddenly went away.

He stared at the ceiling, not moving, and looking lost.

Linglan.

How could his little Linglan, which wasn’t quite full-term yet, survive?

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　　Layers upon layers of snow engulfed the pale yellow dusk as it fell heavily outside the window.

It was dark in the living room. Zheng Feiluan was standing in front of He An with light streaming behind him, casting a shadow over his entire physique. He was so tall that He An couldn’t see anything else. He was completely driven by his intense sexual desire, totally taking leave of his rational mind.

As if he were a predator, he got on one knee on the sofa and kept a hand on He An’s neck to keep him from escaping. With his other hand, he violently pulled on his belt to try to free the beast that was trapped in his pants.

But he was too eager. He couldn’t unbuckle the simple metal belt because his fingers were shaking. Instead, the hard leather made red marks on his palm.

He groaned, panting hard, and his breath getting hotter and hotter. Frustrated because of the restraint, he slammed a fist into the back of the sofa, moved his knees forward, grabbed He An’s freezing hand and pressed it over his bulging crotch.

“Take it out.” he commanded, “Now.”

He An didn’t respond.

For a few seconds, the omega considered giving in, but his instinctual need to protect Linglan eventually took over. The fog that had been in his eyes disappeared. Keeping his composure, he raised an eyebrow at Zheng Feiluan and skillfully ran his hand over the fabric, stroking the swollen length underneath and calming the man’s feverish desire.

Gently, he murmured, “Feiluan… something’s missing. I can’t take it out either.”

“What’s missing?” Zheng Feiluan exploded.

“Lube.” He An answered, “When you wanted it to feel nice sliding in, you used to always use oil first, remember? Everything goes smoothly when we have that. Even the belt won’t come off because there’s no oil here. Feiluan… go get some for me, okay?”

Zheng Feiluan’s face got dark, “Where?”

“The kitchen.” He An pointed behind him. “That small door over there. It’s close—only a few steps away. I need you to go get it, okay?”

The mug that the pillows knocked over earlier had rolled to the edge of the coffee table, which was less than a foot from the sofa, and was just about to fall off. One by one, drops of cold water landed on the floor.

The mug was made of ceramic and was thick and heavy. It was He An’s only hope for getting out of there. He hoped for only a split second, when Zheng Feiluan turned away, so he could smash it into the back of his head.

But Zheng Feiluan stayed still.

While still kneeling on the sofa, he continued to stare down at He An with his eyebrows furrowed. He clearly didn’t trust him. His alpha instincts made him as watchful as a wild beast, and He An’s little ploy was picked up almost immediately.

When he realized he hadn’t fallen for it, He An became desperate.

His belly kept contracting, and each time it got tighter, a sticky, uncontrollable dampness spread between his legs. He couldn’t wait any longer. He stroked Zheng Feiluan harder while enticing him with a low, tempting voice:

“Feiluan… I’m hot and wet inside, and I’ll be squeezing you tightly. It’ll feel amazing. Don’t you want to put it in right now?”

Zheng Feiluan shuddered from head to toe. Even the corners of his eyes turned red.

“I do.” he responded.

“Then… just a little oil, and I’ll let you in.” He An whispered, his fingers lightly touching his wrist, “Feiluan, I’ve always been honest with you. You can trust me. Can’t you?”

With some reluctance, Zheng Feiluan finally trusted him. He loosened his grip, got off the sofa, and headed toward the kitchen.

He An held his breath until it hurt and used the arm of the sofa to push himself up. A sudden drop in blood pressure made his vision go dark. Everything turned upside down, like a negative film, and was spinning and blurry. But he didn’t dare miss the chance.

He grabbed the mug and followed him, swinging as hard as he could at the back of Zheng Feiluan’s head.

A dull thud echoed.

After taking a hit to the back of the skull, Zheng Feiluan staggered forward a few steps.

He was unsteady on his feet, and his knees gave out. His body swayed violently left and right, almost falling to the ground more than once. But he didn’t fall down like He An had wanted. But instead, he straightened himself by pressing his left shoulder against the wall, reaching for the kitchen door handle with his right, and pushing himself up.

The blow was precise and brutal—it should have worked. But the nearly fifteen-centimeter height difference, and He An’s worsening abdominal pain, meant he’d only put out about seventy percent of his strength.

Zheng Feiluan got over the shock and grasped the back of his head. He turned and glared fiercely at the bold omega in front of him. Betrayal sparked in his eyes.

“You lied to me.”

He stepped forward, took the mug from He An, and smashed it at his feet. The impact was brutal. Pieces of ceramic flew out, scraping paint off the walls and chipping the marble tiles.

He An was terrified. He recoiled, holding his stomach and backing away slowly.

Zheng Feiluan walked forward step by step.

He moved slowly and steadily, matching He An’s pace. He was even relaxed, like a predator that knew its prey couldn’t get away, so there was no need to rush. As he walked, he removed his suit jacket and tossed it on the couch. He yanked open his vest and shirt, revealing his hard chest and abdomen.

Expensive shirt buttons came off one by one and vanished into the sofa cushions.

Finally, the belt that was holding back all of his violent desires came loose with a sharp, metal click.

He backed up until he hit the window—there was no way out. He watched Zheng Feiluan closely, hoping he would take off his pants too. If Zheng Feiluan’s pants fell to his thighs or ankles, even for a second, he wouldn’t be able to move, and He An could run to the bedroom and lock the door.

But the hope went away.

The alpha was most alert right after being fooled. After removing the belt, he didn’t touch his pants. Instead, he held one end of the belt in his hand.

The other end was dragged on the floor, twisting up like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue.

“You lied to me, so I have to punish you now.”

Since he lost control, that was the longest sentence he’d been able to say. He flung the belt through the air, caught it with both hands, and pulled it hard across his chest like a slingshot.

A rebellious omega should be kept—confined in a cage for life.

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　　He An’s face became deathly pale. Cold sweat drenched his neck and back in seconds. His ears were filled with the sound of sharp warning bells. He even forgot about his stomach pain for a moment.

He charged towards the bedroom.

Zheng Feiluan quickly ran after them, his long legs covering the distance fast. He kicked the door open, grabbed He An by the collar, pulled him back, wrapped an arm around his waist, and tossed him onto the bed with his face up.

The belt whipped out, wrapping three tight coils around He An’s thin wrists and cruelly binding them shut.

He An fought hard, but alpha strength held him down. There was absolutely no hope of escaping. Terror overcame him, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

“Feiluan… please don’t… not today…” he cried.

He began by pleading in a low voice. He started to shake, harder and harder, until Zheng Feiluan almost lost his grip. All of a sudden, He An raised his chin and let out a raspy scream:

“It’s almost nine months! It can survive! If it’s born, it can live! You want my gland, right? Get a knife and cut it out! Use me to trade it for Linglan’s life! Do you hear me? Feiluan! Zheng Feiluan! Did you hear me?!”

Zheng Feiluan did not.

The room smelled like lily of the valley as the sweat, mixed with tears, streamed everywhere. He drowned in it, his senses getting duller and his sight and hearing cut off, drawn only by pheromones. He knelt down, his nose and lips pressed against He An’s neck as he breathed deeply and insatiably.

Desire had gone vicious. He was about to rip the seams off his tight pants as his cock strained wildly inside. The flushed head pushed past the edge of his underwear, the slit opening up and soaking the fabric with pre-cum.

He ripped He An’s pants off, spread apart the pale cheeks of his ass, and shoved his fingers into the hole he had been wanting to fill.

The walls inside were as warm and tight as ever, and they were wetter than they had been before. Every time the hole pulsed, clear fluid spilled out. Every drop had once been held inside the womb, bathing Linglan’s delicate skin.

This fluid was a sign, a sign that their child would be born soon. But at this moment, Zheng Feiluan was unable to understand that.

In his state of insanity, he mistook the wetness for a welcome. He got down on his knees and climbed onto the bed, then gripped his rock hard cock and inserted the tip into the hole, just enough to push in half the head—before he lost control.

He rammed forward in one hard thrust, burying himself all the way in.

“Aah… ngh—ahhh!”

He An’s lips turned white as soon as he was penetrated. His tied hands jerked hard, his fingers grabbing at the sheets, and his arms stretched firmly above his head.

The rigid posture only lasted a few seconds before collapsing completely. He lay there, gasping for air, with all of his muscles drained of strength, lifeless and exposed under Zheng Feiluan—a sacrifice, a victim.

It was always the same when they had sex.

No affection. No preparation. No concern. Always pain and sacrifice. Zheng Feiluan thrust his cock deep into He An’s flesh, forcing the quivering hole open to satisfy a sexual need that had been building for months.

He was always rough, especially at first. With every thrust, He An’s body crashed onto the bed, cock diving abnormally deep as if attempting to break the omega’s tender reproductive wall.

This time, as he got lost in the pounding, the amniotic fluid went from a slow trickle to a rush and from clear to cloudy. After his first climax, He An’s stomach spasmed—resulting in a massive flow of bright red blood.

Zheng Feiluan didn’t see. He went straight for a second round.

He hoisted himself up on his elbows and used his arms to hook He An’s knees, forcing his legs apart. The angle pushed He An’s swollen belly right out in the open. Instinctively, he despised how it had distorted He An’s slim figure, and his revulsion grew as he got a better look at it.

Even though he was a terrifying, calculating monster when rational, this crazed Zheng Feiluan still had a nagging impulse to keep his offspring from harm. He knew, in a vague way, that there was something precious and delicate inside that belly.

As his desire subsided, his thrusts became slower and softer.

He An was already losing consciousness by the end of the second grueling battle.

His eyes were half-open and empty. Even though he was not thinking—or dared not think—the tears continued to flow. His Linglan was kicking like a wild horse an hour ago. Now, he couldn’t feel even the faintest movement anymore.

The man slumped on top of him reached orgasm twice. The violence stopped. In comparison to when he had come in, Zheng Feiluan now expressed a clumsy and timid tenderness—kissing He An’s lips and the corners of his eyes, and he was whispering to him that he shouldn’t cry.

He An looked at him. The pit of despair that was in his chest had cracked open. He cried harder, wetting the edges of his hair and the sheets and making dark, wet spots next to his face.

Why was it that only after being ravaged in bed could he have a lover? A lover who wasn’t awake, who wasn’t whole—who felt sorry but couldn’t express love?

Who could possibly respond to him?

He An blankly stared at the ceiling. The world was submerged in water—slick, hazy, and impossible to see.

How perfect it would be if his alpha were really a lion—majestic, terrifying, and standing on top of the mountain. Fangs like spears and roars like shields to protect the mate and the cub.

But the lion ambushed them instead. It bared its teeth. Ripped flesh on its mate. Bit clean through the cub’s throat.

“I’m done.” He An reflected.

I don’t want this kind of love anymore. I truly don’t.

If “perfect match” means a life full of fear, hatred, and constant pain, then I’d rather stay an omega that fate has left behind.

Please.

Let me go back to the rainy day when we first met. I’ll leave ten minutes later—no, an hour later—so that by the time I reach the last step, he’ll already be gone. I’ll hold my breath and go without making a sound.

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Translated and edited by janemoyu (09/08/25)