Chapter 161: Back To That Key Moment ③

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Chapter 161: Back To That Key Moment ③

Chapter 161: Back to That Key Moment ③

Shang Ke woke sprawled facedown across the large bed in the residence. His body was sore and weak, but there was no sticky residue on him; Rhine had clearly cleaned him up.

Glancing at the sunlight outside, Shang Ke buried his burning face in the pillow. Remembering yesterday’s madness made him want to combust on the spot. He had actually suspected Rhine of having problems in that department, only to be proven spectacularly wrong. Rhine had demonstrated, in the most practical way possible, that his absurdly overpowered prowess as a top had survived yet another world.

Just then, an arm suddenly came across and draped over his waist.

Shang Ke turned his head and found Rhine lying on his side, his eyes closed and breathing steady. His deep facial features looked much softer at this moment.

Shang Ke leaned over and pecked him gently on the lips. Then he pulled down his arm, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Shang Ke found marks scattered all over his body and several distinct fingerprints around his waist. Those had probably been left in the car on the way back from the training camp.

At the thought, Shang Ke covered his face. There had been a driver in front! The privacy partition meant the man could not see what they were doing, but the intermittent moans and the way the car kept rocking were more than enough material for him to imagine an entire pornographic action film.

Along the way, the car drove fast, then slowly at intervals like drunk driving, but the driver still brought them back to the residence safely and very tactfully sent away other people.

Fortunately, it was late at night. Otherwise, Shang Ke would never have let Rhine carry him into the room like that.

Shang Ke washed his hot face with cold water. Before he could wipe it, he was tightly hugged from behind, and a warm breath puffed closely against his skin.

Rhine lowered his head and nuzzled along Shang Ke’s neck, his erection pressing and rubbing between Shang Ke’s thighs every so often.

Shang Ke’s legs felt weak, so he hurriedly pushed him away. “Don’t…”

Rhine paused and did not continue. He just stared at him with eyes that gave an indescribable look.

“Fil…” Rhine’s voice was gentle like he was whispering, “You are my lover.”

Yesterday’s intimacy had restored many of Rhine’s memories: their first meeting, the first time they released pheromones at each other, the first time they had sex, the first marking, the first battle they fought side by side… Filmore had ended his loneliness, awakened feelings in him, and let him taste happiness again.

This person was the only color in his eyes.

Why did he forget such a person so important to himself?

He could see the future of others, but not his. This realization made him feel a little nervous like the final result wasn’t something good.

Rhine’s eyes flashed fiercely. If it was the heavens that allowed him to have another chance, then he would completely rewrite the bad ending by any means.

After washing up, the two spent the entire day together at the residence—working out, taking walks, playing chess, talking, having sex… ordinary and warm, like any long-married couple.

Once the short leave ended, Shang Ke returned to the training camp while Rhine went back to military headquarters to begin putting his plans into motion.

He had the advantage of foreseeing the future and knew almost all of the important figures in the center of power. Although the memory of the future was incomplete, it didn’t prevent him from making a correct judgment. He wanted to bring down all those who were a threat to him, so he must attain enough power and position.

Shang Ke did not know what Rhine was planning. He only noticed that Rhine seemed to have lost interest in hunting Insectoids and had begun moving actively through the political arena instead.

Shang Ke’s opportunities to deploy also became fewer. Before long, he was assigned as an instructor responsible for training entry-level special-operations troops. He had no objection. He had originally fought mainly to complete his mission; remaining in the rear to train soldiers was a perfectly good alternative.

One day while on leave, Shang Ke received a call from his Omega father and learned some news: Filmore’s uncle Gerald had been placed under investigation for illegal underground dealings several days earlier and was currently being held without bail.

There was a flicker of surprise in Shang Ke’s eyes. In his original memory, Gerald had never been imprisoned, at least not before he “died”.

“I expect your father will come asking you for help soon,” Jiva said evenly. “Handle it however you think best. Don’t force yourself.”

“Okay.” Shang Ke understood Jiva’s implication: If he could hide, he should hide. It was best not to cause himself trouble.

After thinking it over, Shang Ke simply switched off his communicator. Filmore’s father, Kenwyn, valued profit and status above affection. More than once he had used his son’s military achievements as capital to raise the family’s prestige, and the moment Filmore ceased to be useful, Kenwyn discarded him without hesitation.

For a father like that, Shang Ke had only one response: ignore him.

As Jiva had predicted, Kenwyn soon tried to get Filmore to help. When repeated calls failed, he angrily sent Filmore’s cousin to the training camp in person.

The result was obvious. Shang Ke refused this cousin of his with the excuse that he had no means.

“No connections? Aren’t you Major General Lancelot’s bed partner?” his cousin said bluntly. “All you have to do is say a word to him. Getting my father out would be effortless.”

Shang Ke narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Fine, I’ll talk to him. But as to whether or not he’ll help, that I can’t guarantee.”

His cousin looked him up and down appraisingly. “If you can’t even get him to do something this small, then I have to question how capable you really are. I don’t understand why Major General Lancelot would be interested in an Alpha like you, but if you managed to get into his bed, you must have some skill.”

The contempt and condescension in his cousin’s voice baffled Shang Ke. He was only the son of a businessman—what gave him the right to order around a field-grade officer, especially while asking that officer for a favor? Just because he was an Omega?

What kind of mentality did Kenwyn use to send this “straightforward” cousin of his to grind his hate points?

When his cousin saw that he was still quiet, he thought Shang Ke had acquiesced, so he raised his chin and said stiffly, “Then I’ll leave this matter to you.”

With that, he left.

When he returned to the residence in the evening, Rhine looked at Shang Ke who was playing with his computer in bed and asked casually, “Did your cousin come to see you today?”

“Mmm.” Shang Ke didn’t lift his head.

“For Gerald’s sake?”

“Mmm.” Shang Ke still didn’t look up.

Rhine sat down on the bed, grabbed him into his arms and looked at him firmly, “Do you have anything to say?”

“Say what?” Shang Ke raised a leg and placed it on Rhine’s leg. Then he leaned his chin on his knee, while looking at him.

“Didn’t he ask you to ask me for help?” Rhine’s eyes involuntarily moved to his white tender feet.

“He did.” Shang Ke gave him a strange look.

“So what’s your response?” When Rhine had learned that Shang Ke’s cousin had looked for him, he’d been waiting for him to speak. He had already listed all kinds of conditions and was ready to “negotiate” with him in depth, but in the end, he seemed to have no intention of asking him for help.

“They can handle it themselves,” Shang Ke said carelessly. “I don’t want to bother you with such trifles.”

Rhine sullenly thought: No, please be sure to “bother” me. I like being “bothered” very much. It doesn’t matter how small it is!

Seeing that he seemed very lost, Shang Ke was inwardly moved. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “If I ask, will you help me?”

“Of course.” Rhine’s spirits soared, “As long as you ask.”

Shang Ke reached out and hooked his arms around his neck with a smile, “How can I thank you?”

“There is nothing to thank between lovers.” Rhine had a serious expression on his face, but his fingers were rubbing Shang Ke’s waist.

The hint was obvious enough. He used to jump him directly, but now he learned to be suave?

“Two hours, including foreplay.” Shang Ke stated his terms directly. Ever since Rhine had fucked him so thoroughly the last time that he could barely get out of bed afterward, Shang Ke had begun imposing strict time limits.

Rhine, with a veiled expression of ‘ you’re teasing me’ said, “Until 4 AM.”

Six hours was the minimum.

“Three hours, and I’ll let you choose the venue.” Shang Ke held up three fingers.

The residence was only so big, what could he choose?

Rhine held Shang Ke’s hand in a fist. “Five hours.”

“Three and a half hours. Not a minute longer!” Shang Ke added, “I’ll cooperate with whatever positions you want.”

Rhine was silent for a moment and asked, “Tripod?”

“Yes.”

“Scissoring?”

“Yes.”

“Restrained reverse cowboy?”

“…Yes.”

“Handstand?”

“…Know when to stop.” Shang Ke glared at the man who kept pushing his luck. Just how much porn had Rhine watched?!

In the end, they finally reached an agreement: three and a half hours of sex, at least two high-difficulty positions, and ordinary positions chosen however the mood—or their sex drive—dictated.

Determined to make full use of those “brief” three and a half hours, Rhine put his exceptional stamina, coordination, and combat ability to work and somehow squeezed the impact of six hours of sex into half that time. The next day, Shang Ke ached from head to toe and felt as though his body’s flexibility had advanced another level…

Thoroughly satisfied in both body and mind, Rhine readily arranged Gerald’s release on bail. In truth, however, Gerald had been investigated because Rhine had quietly pushed for it. After seeing the man bully Filmore’s Omega father, Rhine had remembered him and gathered the relevant evidence. When the investigative committee later opened its review, Rhine simply added Gerald’s name to the list.

Gerald did get involved in underground transactions. Although Rhine agreed to let him go temporarily, he did not intend to help him clear his criminal record.

Rhine who had experienced a lifetime of acting treacherously had many methods. He had done things that he once despised and he was very adept at them. If there was no Shang Ke, he would certainly repeat the past history and once again trigger a bloody power struggle.

Shang Ke was Rhine’s scabbard to prevent him from hurting others because the blade was too sharp.

While Rhine flourished in the political arena, Shang Ke was hardly idle. Outside his regular training, he spent his free time at the pharmaceutical research center, using his medical expertise to develop specialized compounds. With fewer opportunities to earn battlefield merit, he would have to pursue promotion through other achievements.

Shang Ke had no intention of standing still while Rhine climbed all the way to General.

They were busy, so they did not interfere with each other, but they also relied on one another. The relationship between them gradually became known to everyone. It was extremely rare for two Alphas to become partners. Because Alpha pheromones were mutually exclusive, they could become brothers or comrades in arms, but it was supposedly impossible for them to come together as partners.

The matter quickly became a hot topic, especially the issue of how two Alphas had sex and whether they would suddenly fight during sex. That discussion was even more heated.

Those “amateurs” had no idea just how harmonious Shang Ke and Rhine’s sex life actually was. The sheer variety of positions they used could have filled an entire illustrated sex manual.

However, the two parties paid no attention to this, while their families were less open-minded.

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