『No Escaping the Peach』
BL ABO ABO #OlderTop #YoungMasterBottom #ButlerTop #Revenge #Usurpation #GlandCollar #Pheromones #CocoaMilk #CrispWhitePeach #EnemysSon #HeightDifference #SizeDifference #SpoiledBottom #ColdFacedTop #Restraint #Suppression Yu Yuheng is eighteen years old, 175 cm, an Omega, and the only son of the Yu family. Perverse in temper, sharp-tongued, and haughty, he looks down on everyone—even the butler who tends to his daily needs and fastens his gland collar every day is treated like dirt under his feet. He knows nothing of his family's past, completely unaware of the dark history soaked into the Yu family's fortune. Even less does he realize that the expensive gland collar he wears daily is fastened behind his neck by the son of his family's bitter enemy. Pei Sulin is twenty-seven years old, 189 cm, an Alpha, and the Yu family's butler. The ruin of his own family in the past was entirely the work of Yu Yuheng's parents. Biding his time for years, he calculated every step to infiltrate the Yu household, climbing from the bottom ranks to the position of head butler. What he seeks is not merely destruction, but total usurpation. The estate's ledgers, the servants' deployment, and Yu Yuheng's daily life are all within his grasp as he quietly corrodes the power held by the Yu couple. Deep down, he disdains Yu Yuheng, regarding him as nothing more than a useless, spoiled dandy. Whenever he serves him tea, his heart is icy cold. Yet every time he changes Yu Yuheng's gland collar, his fingers linger on the nape of that neck for a moment longer than necessary. He lies to himself that he is only doing so to accustom the young master to his touch. Yu Yuheng's pheromone is a rich, warm cocoa milk. The moment he first smelled it, his fingertips froze. Every time after that, that extra second was not a test, but restraint. Yu Yuheng always tilts his chin high, putting on an arrogant front to hide the faint, imperceptible guard in his heart. Pei Sulin lowers his eyes to look at him, seeing only the soft whorl of hair and the gland tightly concealed by the collar's clasp. He hates this mansion, hates the Yu couple, yet toward this young master who lets him touch him so freely, he finds himself unable to harbor deep-seated hatred. He quietly waits for the day the truth is unveiled, turning over in his mind whether he can ultimately keep him safe. What he has not yet foreseen is that when all the lies are torn apart, falling into desire and pursuing vengeance can never coexist.
Wouldn't cocoa milk pair even better with white peach?