562: 9.32 Mating Call [M]

9.32 Mating Call [M]

He shot a skeptical look at Lu Yizhou who had remained as still as a statue ever since his intimate organ was exposed to the air.  0

Could there be something wrong with the air filter? Doubtful, Zhao Bolin checked it once again. There should be no problems. The laboratory underwent maintenance every three months and he recalled perfectly that the last maintenance was only a few days before the zombie outbreak. It was impossible for the ventilator to fail and the air conditioner was also operating in full swing. 

So why was he still feeling so hot?

A gust of cold air caressed the back of his nape, sending goosebumps all over his body. Not due to the cold, but something else. Something even darker, hotter and sweeter than made him boil in anticipation. Sweat beaded between his furrowed brows as he examined Lu Yizhou's erection that did not show any signs of calming down. 

Another conjecture appeared in Professor Zhao's brilliant mind. He recalled that Lu Yizhou had passingly told him how he could connect his brainwave with the zombies to make them do his bid. What if… What if the same situation applied to him as well? 

Brain was the most complex organ in the body. It controlled thought, memory, emotion, touch, motor skills, vision, breathing, temperature, hunger and every process that regulated within.

Lu Yizhou must have emitted some kind of wavelength that connected with his brain. This way, he could affect Zhao Bolin's physical reaction, falsely giving him an impression that he was aroused as well! If he took animals as an example, then Lu Yizhou's behavior right now was akin to how male animals secreted pheromones in order to attract females.

—Or in other words, this was the zombie's mating call!

Professor Zhao's eyes lit up as the string of logic formed completely in his mind. No matter if it was a living or undead, all creatures had subconscious urge to replicate and attract the best mates for reproduction! In conclusion, it was no problems if Zhao Bolin could not explain his own physical reaction, it was all due to Lu Yizhou desiring him!

He pursed his lips, restless. Somehow, after having a glimpse at the truth, Zhao Bolin's heart felt a little ticklish. Exactly how much did Zombie Lu want him to affect him so much? He knew the other party was an undead, literally a completely different species from himself. In comparison, they could even be considered as a predator and prey, not equal in terms of the food chain's position at all. Yet for some inexplicable reason, knowing that he was the one who compelled the zombie to react like this made him feel a tad… flattered.

Goodness, what was wrong with you, Zhao Bolin?! Cheeks burning, Zhao Bolin furiously wrote down his theory on his notebook before his brain was muddled by the wavelength of Lu Yizhou's desire. After that, he placed the notebook to the side and faced the zombie he had been ignoring for the last ten minutes.

He cleared his throat, "Now… let's commence the experiment." He eyed the engorged and gorgeous organ, took a deep breath and reached out to it.

The first touch had both of them flinching. A deep growl rumbled out of Lu Yizhou's throat and the electric chair creaked lightly whereas Zhao Bolin let out an astonished gasp, his eyes widening in awe. 

It was so cold! Different from Lu Yizhou's body temperature that was relatively low, this intimate organ of his was so cold that it almost froze Zhao Bolin's hand directly through the surgical gloves! It was just like holding a thick yet soft ice block! Gingerly, Zhao Bolin wrapped his palm around the girth and found out that he could not quite circle the entirety of the zombie's cock. 

How… How huge… Zhao Bolin swallowed thickly with a hint of nervousness and excitement. He scooted closer without realizing and reached out another hand to grip it. His lips parted in a sigh that sounded so damn ambiguous in the silent space. Alas, Professor Zhao was too engrossed in his observation to notice it.

Above him, Lu Yizhou's breathing faltered before rapidly changing in rhythm when Zhao Bolin rubbed his thumb on the head, messily smearing the white liquid that oozed out. His muscles tensed up and he tensed his jaws so hard that Zhao Bolin could hear the cracks between his teeth. 

A clean, intoxicating smell wafted out from the milky white essence and Zhao Bolin's gaze was glued to it with an intense stare. He was no stranger to the ordinary semen's smell but this… this was really out of the world! How could he smell so good?! It was like… he was beckoning for Zhao Bolin to come close, to take the cock into his own mouth and taste the cum on the tip of his tongue!

How dangerous!

"Does it feel good?" Zhao Bolin's voice was breathy and he sounded as if he had just run a marathon. Sweat dampened his hair and he could feel himself leaking in response to Lu Yizhou's pained growl. 

The zombie clearly looked as though he was under a great torture. He might never be able to sweat nor could his skin flush, yet the minute furrow between his brows, his protruding pale veins and his trembling arms clearly showed how unbearable it was for him. And it gave Zhao Bolin a sense of gratification so powerful that he was getting light-headed. 

I am the one who's making him like this, he thought distantly.

He… He had never felt something like this before. Even though he knew he was under the zombie's influence, that this was not the genuine reaction his body produced, he still could not help but feel the same pleasure coursing through his veins! C–Crazy…! He had positively gone crazy! This was no longer an experiment. This… This was just like how someone was pleasuring his lover! It was unknown when Zhao Bolin's mission started to blur. It was no longer about obtaining a zombie's sperm for experiment, but he really… really wanted to see Lu Yizhou lost in the throes of passion…

The cold air in the laboratory was unable to douse the heat within him. The air they exhaled intermingled sexually with each other. Zhao Bolin tore his gaze away from Lu Yizhou's cock to meet his dark, ferocious eyes. Amidst the locked laboratory, their gazes collided with the force of a meteor fall that struck the Earth; violent, brutal and destructive. The atmosphere heated up even more as the scent of musk interlaced with the sterile air of the sacred space. 

Zhao Bolin's hands moved faster, up and down, up and down, alternating his strength between soft and hard. Squeezing and rubbing. Whereas his gaze raked all over Lu Yizhou's features, taking in his tormented expression as well as the blood on the corner of his lips from where he was biting it too hard. The color was striking against the zombie's pale skin, giving off an air of savage beauty; a devil who was under the mercy of Heaven — that was Lu Yizhou.

"Goodness…" a raspy laugh escaped from Zhao Bolin's throat. His gaze was fixed on the beads of blood on Lu Yizhou's lips and he licked his dry lips. "You're really dangerous. Know what? I really want to kiss you right now…"

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