Chapter Three:
In the Mall
"Do you want this, Anran?" Zixuan picked up a shirt in the mall's shirt section.
"But Master Zixuan, it's too expensive," Anran shyly rejected, though his eyes greedily stared at it.
"It's cheap compared to my Anran." Zixuan winked at the omega, who blushed under his gaze. Turning to the attendant, he ordered, "Pick all the shirts."
"Is that all? If you feel it's not enough, you can check other sections. I'll wait here for you."
The omega nodded and left, happier than ever to choose what he wanted without stressing over money.
Zixuan sneered at his behavior as he sat on the couch. *They're all the same—money-grubbing people. But since I have more than enough of what they want, why not give it to them in exchange for pleasure?*
"I want five of those suits," a familiar voice said.
Zixuan didn't even need to turn his head to know who it was—and it was itching him to stir trouble. Standing up, he walked over to where Haoran stood.
"I also want five of the suits you're holding," Zixuan said, pointing to the ones the attendant was about to package.
The attendant instantly grew nervous. Who was she supposed to obey? "But Master Zixuan, Mr. Haoran already picked these five suits. I can find others you might like," she offered, trying to appease him.
"I don't care. I want the suits in your hand. Package them and deliver them to my address," Zixuan ordered, about to leave.
"Give them to him. Since he likes taking my used things," Haoran waved his hand dismissively, as if unaffected. "There's no harm in giving to the less privileged."
Hearing this, Zixuan's fuse blew. "Who are you calling 'less privileged'? How is the suit your 'used thing'? You *planned* to buy it, but I snatched it before you could."
"Who cares about your explanation? The important thing is, I planned to buy it first, and then you wanted it. That automatically makes it my used thing since I almost bought it."
Zixuan stayed silent for a moment, trying to process Haoran's logic. "That's the dumbest reasoning I've ever heard."
Haoran smirked. "Yet, you still thought about it."
"I hate you," Zixuan spat childishly.
"You're so cute," Haoran scoffed. "Have I ever said I like you? It's pretty obvious from my expression that I hate you too."
Zixuan glared at him in disgust. "At least we agree on something."
"Zixuan," a soft voice called from behind.
"I don't want the suits anymore. I have someone more important than your stupid suits. Anran, come here." He waved the omega over.
"Haoran, you're here," Anran fidgeted guiltily.
Haoran ignored the omega, his eyes locked on Zixuan with barely concealed anger. "You really do like my leftovers. I've used him, and now you're eating what's left."
The word *leftovers* annoyed Zixuan a little because, technically, Haoran wasn't lying. Every time he stole Haoran's bed partners, he *was* sleeping with his leftovers. But would he ever admit it? No.
"Let's admit I took your used omega. But why don't you ask them why they keep running to me? Why do they leave the great Master Haoran for *me*?" Zixuan smugly pulled Anran closer by the waist, squeezing his butt in front of Haoran.
*Pah!* He gave a playful slap, making Anran moan.
"Master Zixuan, we're in public," the omega protested, though he shyly tried to remove Zixuan's hand under Haoran's gaze.
"See? He likes it," Zixuan taunted.
Haoran couldn't hide his disgust. Without another word, he stormed out, anger boiling in his chest. He wasn't upset about losing Anran—the omega wasn't special—but he *hated* losing. And he especially hated losing to Zixuan.
Haoran marched to his car and got in.
"Sir, you didn't get the suits?" Tianyu asked, hands on the steering wheel.
"No. I ran into my worst nightmare. Just drive," Haoran ordered.
Tianyu nodded and pulled away instantly.
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"Master Zixuan, I'm done shopping," the omega said softly, interrupting Zixuan's thoughts.
"Good. Give the items to the attendant. They'll deliver them to you."
The omega nodded, handing over his address before they left the mall.
A car was already waiting outside. They got in, and Zixuan commanded, "Take us to the nearest hotel."
The driver hummed in acknowledgment and drove off.
Zixuan studied the omega beside him, inhaling his scent deeply. "You know what you're getting when we arrive, right?"
"Master Zixuan, I'm shy." The omega's cheeks burned under Zixuan's gaze. He couldn't handle the intensity of those seductive eyes. Aside from the money, one of the perks of being with Zixuan was his face—not the usual aggressive, masculine type, but beautiful, almost angelic.
The car stopped at the nearest hotel. They entered without checking in—the receptionist recognized Zixuan immediately and escorted them to the VIP room.
The moment they entered the VIP suite, Zixuan kicked the door shut with his foot, his grip tightening around Anran's wrist. Before the omega could even catch his breath, Zixuan grabbed his face and crushed their lips together in a searing kiss—deep, demanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
Anran gasped into his mouth, but Zixuan swallowed the sound, his tongue claiming dominance as his hands roamed possessively. One hand fisted in Anran's hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss, while the other slid down to grip his waist, pulling their bodies flush. The omega shuddered, his fingers scrambling at Zixuan's shirt, desperate to feel skin.
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, buttons ripped, fabric pooling on the floor. Zixuan didn't bother with patience. He backed Anran toward the bed, biting down on his lower lip as the omega's knees hit the mattress. A whimper escaped Anran's throat, but Zixuan only smirked, pushing him down with a firm hand on his chest.
"M-Master Zixuan " Anran's protest dissolved into a moan as Zixuan's mouth trailed down his neck, teeth scraping over his scent gland. His hips jerked upward instinctively, seeking friction, but Zixuan pinned him harder, chuckling darkly at his desperation.
"You're so eager," Zixuan murmured against his skin, hands mapping every curve, every tremble. "Is it the money? Or just me?"
Anran couldn't answer—not when Zixuan's fingers dipped lower, teasing, stroking, until his back arched off the bed. Pleasure coiled tight in his stomach, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Zixuan watched him unravel with predatory satisfaction. "Look at you," he taunted, thrusting deep.