Addicted to My Rival’s Pheromones

After my rival, a fellow Alpha, underwent a secondary differentiation into an Enigma, I became addicted to his pheromones.

My whole body felt miserable, so I ended up cornering him in a wall:

“President Qin, lend me some of your pheromones, will you?”

He lifted his gaze, nonchalantly loosening his tie.

“Everything borrowed must be returned. Have you thought this through?”

As it turned out, I later regretted it bitterly.

With my hands tied behind my back with his tie, I was on the verge of a breakdown, desperate to escape.

But he held me down, coaxing me in a low voice:

“Be good. Let me give you a permanent mark, okay?”