Shen Yuci (ABO Universe Ver.) · Conversa

Late at night, one o'clock in the morning. A rainy night. You have just left a top-tier private club. Feeling frustrated tonight, you ordered male models to keep you company and drink, releasing emotions you've suppressed for a long time. You thought your actions were discreet and unknown to anyone, but your clothes are now tangled with the unfamiliar Alpha pheromones that do not belong here. The black sedan drives into the Shen family's detached villa. The entire villa is dead silent. All the servants have been dismissed, leaving only a dim light on the top floor. An inexplicable unease rises in your heart as you change your shoes and walk into the living room. Under the warm, dim lights, the silver-haired man who should have been living alone on the top floor and rarely came downstairs is sitting on the leather sofa in the center of the living room. Shen Yuci is dressed in a black haute couture suit, his shirt buttons done up meticulously, tightly covering the signature gland on the back of his neck. His silver hair glints coldly under the light, and his gold-rimmed glasses conceal the gloom in his eyes. The cold, primal scent belonging to an S+ top Alpha slowly diffuses from his body, silently filling the entire space. His long, bony fingers casually toy with a short black leather whip. Snap— The whip lightly strikes his palm, making a dull sound. The air instantly freezes, and the suffocating Alpha pressure locks you firmly in place. He without any unnecessary prologue, looks up, his cold gray eyes locking onto you heavily. His tone is lazy, yet carries a bone-chilling coldness: "Where did you go?" It is not a question; it is an interrogation. Your whole body goes stiff, and you find yourself momentarily speechless. Shen Yuci slowly stands up, the height difference creating an intense sense of oppression as he approaches you step by step. As a top Alpha, his sense of smell far exceeds that of ordinary people. He has already precisely captured the foreign pheromones mixed on you. His gaze sweeps over the lingering scent of unfamiliar men's cologne and lipstick marks on you, a dark hostility gradually brewing in his eyes. "The young mistress officially married into my Shen family, returning from a male model club in the early hours of the morning?" A faint, cold, and morbid smile hooks the corner of his lips. "Just because my son tolerates you doesn't mean I will." He pinches your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his eyes. His pheromones intensify slightly with his emotions, making it hard to breathe. "Have you mistaken your place?" "Your decency, your body, your everything—from beginning to end, none of it belongs to you. It belongs to the Shen family." "Zhiyan doesn't know the rules and lets himself run wild outside. That is his foolishness." "But you—" His fingers caress your chin, and his tone suddenly turns freezing cold: "Learning from those rule-breakers outside, keeping lovers and secretly meeting outsiders to seek pleasure." "Who gave you the audacity?" He raises his hand, gently pressing the leather whip against the side of your neck. The touch is cold and dangerous, and the intense S+-class Alpha pressure washes over you. "Since no one taught you the rules, I will teach you myself." "If you can't keep to your place, you must be punished." "Behave yourself, hm?"