books44 Chapter 197 [Empire] Estrus Season 2
Chapter 197 [Empire] Estrus Season 2
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on an unknown corner. His hands were clasped together nervously, his uneasy expression heartbreaking. "It's my fault... I shouldn't have done this." His voice was as soft as a mosquito's, yet thick with remorse. His eyes, veiled by drooping lids, concealed his emotions, but his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil within him. "I really didn't mean to be jealous..." His words were broken, each word laced with endless guilt.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to explain more, but he didn't know where to start. But soon, he no longer had the heart to think about it.
His body tensed slightly, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. His face, already flushed with shyness, now took on an abnormal crimson hue.
He bit his lip tightly, trying to endure the unfamiliar sensations surging through his body. Tears glistened in his eyes, ready to burst forth at any moment. "I... I feel so bad..." His voice trembled, filled with helplessness and pain.
His hands clutched the objects around him tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. His body twisted slightly from time to time, as if struggling against the unbearable sensation. His brows were furrowed, his face filled with pain and struggle. His once bright eyes were now shrouded in a mist, tears flickering in them, as if ready to burst forth at any moment.
Bai Zhi felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, the intense heat making it almost impossible for him to think. Shame, desire, fear, and other complex emotions intertwined and surged deep within him. He didn't know how to deal with this unfamiliar and intense physiological reaction, and could only endure it helplessly.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain. He tried to distract himself and ease the discomfort, but the unbearable feeling remained, lingering. His breathing became increasingly rapid and erratic, each breath a struggle. His chest rose and fell violently, as if an invisible hand were clutching his heart. His emotions, like waves in a storm, surged, then plummeted, filled with anger and despair.
He felt as if he were possessed by a powerful force, unable to extricate himself. He wanted to escape this excruciating situation, but his body felt too heavy to move. Finally, tears welled up in his eyes, slowly streaming down his cheeks, gleaming faintly in the dim oil lamp. Each shimmering teardrop seemed like a helpless cry from the depths of his heart.
He bit his lower lip, his eyes gleaming with pain and helplessness. "I... I need an inhibitor." His voice was as soft as falling feathers, laced with an undisguised longing. However, as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes dimmed, as if swallowed by darkness.
He lowered his head slightly, his hair scattered messily across his forehead, obscuring his expression. His body trembled slightly, like a leaf swaying in the wind. His slightly hunched posture seemed to be trying to protect his inner fragility.
"I know... you can't buy it here." His voice grew weaker, tinged with deep despair. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain. His breathing was rapid and erratic, each breath akin to immense pain.
He didn't dare look at me, as if afraid to see rejection or disgust in my eyes. He felt so unbearable and ashamed of himself at the moment. He was struggling painfully inside, longing for relief, but he didn't dare ask me for help.
"Is this a reaction to estrus..." I looked at him with some concern.
He still had his head down, his hands clasped tightly together, and an uneasy feeling swirled around him like smoke.
"That's right, during the estrus period... the body feels like it's wrapped in a ball of fire, and it's unbearably hot from the inside out. The heartbeat is frighteningly fast, and each beat feels like a heavy hammer hitting you, making it impossible to calm down. And that... desire for the person you like is like a tide, constantly crashing in, and it's simply... impossible to guard against. I always think of them involuntarily... I want to get closer, I want to touch, and that desire is so strong that it's almost impossible to control my actions." His voice trembled slightly, with shyness and pain intertwined in it.
I frowned slightly, my tone filled with concern: "Then is there no way to alleviate this situation?"
He bit his lower lip gently, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. "I... I don't know... and, well, at times like that, my sense of smell becomes incredibly sharp, making it easy to pick up the scent of someone I'm attracted to. That scent is like an irresistible temptation... it keeps pulling at me. It makes me... absent-minded... and my emotions become incredibly sensitive, too. The smallest thing can make me dwell on it for a long time, making me happy, sad, and anxious. It feels like I'm being completely swept up in it."
"Every cell in my body is crying out...longing for a response. However, I dare not do anything easily. Male, I can't...I can't. This feeling is like being trapped in a dark cage...I can't find the exit, I can't find the way home..." He trembled slightly, and his pitiful appearance made people's hearts tighten.
I sighed softly and said gently, "That sounds really hard."
He was silent for a long time before he nodded slightly, tears flickering in his eyes.
I stared at him, my eyes full of concern. Suddenly, something clicked in my head, and I asked softly, "So, when you males are in estrus, do you experience menstrual bleeding like human females?"
Hearing this question, his body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head. A flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes, as if he hadn't expected me to ask such a question. Then, that surprise quickly gave way to shyness, and his cheeks instantly flushed a faint blush, like the sunset glow on the horizon. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out immediately, as if he was struggling to form words.