The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu's face turned red, and shame exploded in his head. There were few times in his life when he felt so embarrassed as he did now. He couldn't even think and just wanted to find a hole in the ground to bury himself.

Pei Du admired his embarrassed look for a while, and there were only four words in his mind: a beauty to behold. This OMEGA was the type that was stunning at first glance, and the more you looked at him, the more pleasing to the eye. Even though he was in a mess and panic at the moment, he was still very pitiful and moving, making people want to bully him.

However, Master Pei was more refined and insisted on stopping at the right time, so he took the initiative to speak: "I heard that there is a kind of medicine called OMEGA that will cause this kind of physiological reaction after taking it. I thought it was just a rumor before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Wen Qiu lowered his head and said "hmm", a tear about to fall hung on his eyelashes.

His hair was very soft, a very shiny brown in the moonlight, and the ends of his hair were a little curled, making him look particularly well-behaved. Pei Du couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, "Okay, don't cry anymore." When the thick and wet eyelashes swept across his skin, his heart really itched, "Didn't you say you would play with me?"

Wen Qiu was startled, realizing that he might have just escaped from the dragon's den and entered the tiger's den again. He took a step back without leaving a trace, "What does Pei Shao want to play?"

"Well, this is a rare opportunity. I have never tried this before." Pei Du showed a very interested expression. "And the taste was too light just now. I'm not sure if it was the taste of osmanthus. So, let me try it again?"

Wen Qiu understood his meaning with great difficulty and was shocked at how he could say such obscene words with such a non-obscene face.

"Of course, I don't mean to force you. You can leave if you don't want to. But if you want, you can also earn some pocket money from me." Pei Du took out his wallet, which was bulging with money, about five thousand yuan. "This is the money I won from playing cards just now. I'm lucky, right? You can also share my good luck."

Wen Qiu was about to turn around and leave, but when he saw the thick stack of banknotes, he suddenly couldn't walk.

He needed the money so badly, for the monthly rent, utilities, baby Zhiliao's milk powder and diapers, the food he couldn't afford, and the air conditioner he couldn't afford...

There are less than two months left before the college entrance examination. If he had this money, he wouldn't even have to come to the club to work, and he would have enough time to make the final sprint.

Even the other party was a handsome and wealthy Alpha who acted politely even when being a hooligan, and although what he asked for was embarrassing, it would not cause any harm to him.

There is no reason not to agree.

Wen Qiu hesitated for only two seconds before pulling the shirt aside and turning his head away in silence.

Pei Du's breathing became heavier. If he just felt it was interesting at first, now he was really interested. He first rubbed the little thing, felt a little wet, and then flicked it curiously.

Wen Qiu closed his eyes in shame.

He was more aware of his own shame than ever before. He had always insisted on not selling his body, but now he stood here and let a man play with him for a pile of money... Just because the man in front of him had saved him, just because he looked superior and was generous? They were both selling, so what was the difference?
He felt so miserable that at first he just shed tears silently, but later he began to sob uncontrollably, his chest heaving up and down, and his tears flowed more and more violently, covering his cheeks.

The expected kneading or biting did not come. Wen Qiu finally couldn't help but open his eyes and saw Pei Shao standing opposite him with his arms folded, looking at him while crying.

"Why are you so pitiful?" Pei Du sighed, "It's hard to bully you."

"I'm sorry..." Wen Qiu wiped away his tears in embarrassment, "Come here..."

Pei Du didn't touch him, but licked the fingers that had touched him, "Hmm, it really smells like osmanthus, and even the pheromones are very attractive."

Then he took out the brand new money with consecutive numbers from his wallet and put it on the table, "Keep it."

If he continued playing, he would be bullying someone severely, but he would not do that to a poor little waiter. Besides, Mr. Yao was still waiting for him to treat him to a meal, and he did not intend to stand him up.

Seeing him leaving, Wen Qiu suddenly caught up with him. His cheeks were still flushed, but his eyes were sincere. "Thank you. I really need the money, so I agreed... I don't want your money for nothing. Give me your contact information. I will pay you back when I make money."

Is it still popular to cheat for contact information like this these days? Pei Du found it funny. His contact information was much more valuable than such a small amount of money. For people like Boss Cao, even if they spent tens of thousands of dollars to treat him to a meal, they might not be able to find a way to get in touch with him.

"You don't have to return it. Just consider it as my kindness." Pei Du said.

This OMEGA is very pretty and cute, but his identity means he is not on his menu. Pei Du is not stupid enough to believe that a waiter working in such a place is a blank slate. At most he can admire his superb acting skills in pretending to be innocent.

He thought so in his heart, but before leaving, he couldn't help but pinch Omega's cheek, as if he would be unhappy if he didn't take advantage of her. When he washed his hands before dinner, he still remembered the taste of Omega, and unconsciously licked the corner of his lips, thinking it was quite sweet.

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Wen Qiu counted the money three times, a total of 5200 yuan. The ecstasy of making money instantly overwhelmed all the grievances and sadness. He carefully put the money into his pocket, washed his face, and then ran to the foreman to resign.

The foreman probably heard that he was taken away by Master Pei, and the way he looked at him was different, "Oh, you're rich now, you don't even care about this salary - when did you hook up with Master Pei?" Wen Qiu just smiled and said nothing. This job paid a lot, and tips were often higher than wages. However, the shame and grievance were hard to describe. When he finished the college entrance examination and had the time and energy, he would rather work in a fast food restaurant to earn hard-earned money than step into this place again.

After collecting his things and preparing to leave, the foreman suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't go through the front door. Boss Cao and his men are about to block you."

When Wen Qiu heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat and almost got carried away. Fortunately, the foreman reminded him. Thinking about how he had been envied by many people since he came here to work, and how the foreman had always been there to remind and take care of him, he bowed earnestly and said, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

The foreman was startled by him. Sometimes he really felt that there was a young master who was ignorant of the world living in Wen Qiu's body. He was so smart at ordinary times, but sometimes he would reveal a naive and silly look. He smacked his lips and said, "How about this, I'll take you out through the back door."

The back door of the club was connected to a dark alley. It was late at night, and only the street lamps on the road in the distance provided a little light. Wen Qiu was inexplicably frightened. After saying goodbye to the foreman, he walked forward with his head down. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door closing behind him, and the hairs on his back stood up.

After walking a little further, he suddenly saw a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, still emitting unburned flames. It was obvious that a group of people had been smoking there not long ago. Wen Qiu sniffed and smelled a faint odor of alcohol in the air.

He turned and ran.

An angry curse came from behind: "Fuck, this kid is really a thief, he even found out about this?!"

Boss Cao and a few bald men chased out from the corner of the dark alley. Fortunately, Wen Qiu discovered them in time, ran back to the back door of the club, and hurriedly turned the doorknob.

There was a dull "click" sound and the door did not open.

Wen Qiu twisted the door a few times in disbelief and clearly heard the crisp sound of the lock tongue colliding - someone had locked the door from the inside!

Wen Qiu's heart felt like it had fallen into an icy cave. He pounded on the iron door: "Foreman! Foreman! Open the door, please!"

"Don't knock. He took my money, why would he open the door for you?" Boss Cao approached slowly with a grim smile, "You are quite capable, aren't you? You can even bring Pei Du out. Why aren't you following him around and wagging your tail now?"

He and a few bald men blocked the only way out of the alley. Wen Qiu's back was pressed against the cold iron door. In addition to fear, he also felt hatred. He hated the foreman, and even more so, he hated himself for falling into such a situation and trusting others so easily.

No one would come to save him. People like Pei Shao would not appear in such a place. If he was caught by Boss Cao, the best outcome would be rape, and the worst outcome... If he could not go back, the little cicadas who were left unattended would also die. They would rot like two pieces of garbage in a big city without anyone paying attention.

"Catch him!" As Boss Cao shouted angrily, the bald men swarmed forward.

Wen Qiu quickly looked around and his eyes fell on the trash can in the hotel kitchen. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

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An hour later, Wen Qiu leaned against the peeling iron door of the rental house, panting violently. It had been so long since he had run so hard that his eyes went dark and his throat was filled with the smell of blood.

What was even more unbearable than the fatigue was the strong smell of garbage on his body - in that dark alley, he dumped the garbage on himself, and of course, also fairly dumped it on the group of bald heads and Boss Cao.

Boss Cao and his thugs usually boast of being prominent figures when they go out. They never expected that he would use such a despicable trick that would harm himself. They were so disgusted that they retreated repeatedly, which also gave Wen Qiu a chance to escape.

After slowly catching his breath, Wen Qiu took out the more than five thousand yuan from his pocket and placed it carefully in the drawer. Then he quickly went into the bathroom and washed himself from head to toe three times.

Every piece of skin was scrubbed red, and his nails scratched without knowing how hard to do it, leaving hideous red marks on his body. The self-torturing washing lasted for a long time, and his emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, gradually stabilized.

Wen Qiu turned off the faucet, wiped off the mist on the mirror, and looked at himself in the hazy water vapor.

The young man in the mirror had pale skin, red lips and clear eyes. This appearance brought him limited favoritism and envy in the first eighteen years of his life, but brought him endless misfortune and disaster afterwards.

Is it because I am not working hard enough, or am I not careful enough or smart enough?
Neither, it's just that he is unable to protect himself, and he is guilty of possessing a treasure. A beautiful but helpless OMEGA can be bullied by everyone in this world, worse than pigs and dogs.

"I'm not wrong," Wen Qiu stared at the mirror and said to himself, "I'm not dirty."

"They are the ones who are wrong. They are the ones who are dirty." He clenched the edge of the sink, the veins on the back of his hand exposed, "They are the ones who deserve to die."

(End of this chapter)