Marking wasn’t as wonderful as imagined—this was true for both of them.
Lin Jianheng had no idea what to do.
The other person wanted her to bite, and seeing the strange swelling, she did indeed bite down.
But after she bit down, the woman’s condition didn’t seem to improve.
She was still trembling, her hair swaying and casting alluring shadows, accompanied by a strange, sweet fragrance.
Her moans were also obvious. Lin Jianheng was so close she could almost embrace the woman, and she heard her uncontrollable, fragmented sounds.
“Master, are you unwilling to give it to me…?” The succubus below was drenched in sweat, tears streaming down her face without a shred of dignity, her voice a jumbled mess.
At least it lacked the deliberateness from before, yet it was still alluring.
“I… I really don’t know what to do…” Lin Jianheng was on the verge of tears from anxiety.
She had taken a step forward with great difficulty. She was very happy the woman hadn’t made her…
She probably understood what “straight girl” meant, Lin Jianheng’s thoughts ran wild.
But she didn’t understand why she had to bite the suffering succubus, or how biting could be a form of relief.
“…Relax.” The succubus closed her eyes. She truly hadn’t considered the possibility that the other person simply didn’t know how, but her tone couldn’t help but carry the coldness of a superior.
Marking was an Alpha’s instinct.
If any Alpha was so inferior as to claim they didn’t know how to mark, they should probably be stripped of their title and have their gland removed.
A gland that didn’t produce pheromones, didn’t give, didn’t care for others—it was just a freeloader. Might as well gouge it out.
The succubus simply assumed Lin Jianheng was toying with her.
And in the most despicable way.
A wave of exhaustion rose in her heart, and she desperately wanted to laugh out loud.
In the end, she lacked the strength; the heat period was about to melt her completely.
The pheromones were so dense they became tangible, surging outwards like a mist.
Lin Jianheng tasted the fresh sweetness of peaches, and her heart throbbed.
If she bit down now, could she taste the unique crispness of a fresh peach?
A texture like a lotus root, the flavor of a honey pear, with just a hint of sourness.
It must be wonderful.
Besides, Succubus Sister had told her to relax.
Lin Jianheng truly let go of her restraints and thoughts and bit down.
Juices burst forth. The first half tasted like white peach milk tea.
Not crisp—how could a person be crisp?
The skin was so soft and smooth; the lingering sensation on her fingertips, along with the feeling on her tongue, distracted Lin Jianheng.
The taste in the second half suddenly turned bitter, changing from milk tea to coffee, and then to raw chocolate.
A dry, astringent taste like smoke made Lin Jianheng want to let go.
She wasn’t sure if she should keep biting. Since Succubus Sister said nothing, she didn’t stop.
Of course, she could also feel her teeth changing.
As for the succubus, she was made miserable by this haphazard “irrigation.”
Rather than believing this was the person’s first time, she was more willing to believe this person was deliberately making her suffer and feel humiliated.
That was the only way they could take pleasure in her suffering. The succubus knew very well how vicious her “master” was.
And…
As far as she could perceive, the pheromones Lin Jianheng was giving her were in no way the B-grade listed in the files.
This rampant sensation, this powerful suppression, was clearly something only an S-grade or higher Alpha could possess.
The succubus had been drugged, was not clear-headed, and her body was not in its peak state, so she couldn’t perceive Lin Jianheng’s specific grade.
But she really wanted to laugh.
Hiding her pheromone grade was perhaps to continue coasting along in the family.
Or perhaps it was to torture her better.
If she could escape, if she could accumulate her own power.
Once she left, the first person she would kill would definitely be this “master.”
Heh, dear master. Let me “love” you well, “serve” you, and then—
…
Not until Lin Jianheng could no longer taste the bittersweetness and the woman in her arms had stopped trembling and moaning did Lin Jianheng finally let go.
Ending their absurdity.
Lin Jianheng dreamed of the original owner’s twenty-two years of memories.
To say it was a dream wasn’t quite accurate. After she went through these experiences as if watching a movie, she found herself sitting in front of the “original owner.”
The other person had features similar to her own from her past life, but they were more delicate and beautiful, and her figure was more impressive.
That must be what Lin Jianheng looked like now—noticeable but not excessive muscle definition, combined with smooth lines and exceptionally fine feminine features.
“You’re still here?!” Lin Jianheng almost woke up in shock.
She wanted to let this scum return directly and face the fate of being ground to dust.
As for Lin Jianheng herself, she would naturally be reincarnated, praying she wouldn’t be reborn into an adult’s body again.
Let her transmigrate into a fetus. Winning by age three—how great would that be.
“Maybe I won’t leave.” The original owner, Jian Heng,1 looked at her own translucent form and approached Lin Jianheng with a chuckle.
“Why are you being so nice to her? She’s your succubus, your property. Kiss her if you want, do whatever you want with her.”
Jian Heng seemed to be teaching Lin Jianheng how to raise a succubus.
Lin Jianheng grew angry just listening, her face flushing red. “You piece of trash! Taking pleasure in bullying others, aren’t you despicable!”
She tried to grab Jian Heng’s shoulder, wanting to push her down and stomp on her.
This was her spiritual space, so she succeeded.
But Jian Heng didn’t disappear so easily.
She also seemed to feel no pain.
It was all for nothing. Lin Jianheng stomped on Jian Heng to vent her anger, furious but still with no way to get rid of her.
“You don’t understand the meaning of the contract, nor the meaning of taking her from the underground black market, do you?” Jian Heng reformed in her original spot, not angry at all.
“I don’t need to know your twisted logic. Anyway, you can’t get out, and how I treat her from now on is my decision.” Lin Jianheng shot the scummy original owner a glare.
She also didn’t understand why the author of that novel favored her so much.
Did she have any good qualities?
In fact, before her best friend complained about the ending, Lin Jianheng had always thought the author hated this scum Alpha.
Otherwise, why give her such a useless setup—spiritual power level 0, pheromone grade B.
She had no strengths in an interstellar era of special abilities. The only good thing was differentiating into an Alpha, but in the end, her physical constitution was nothing special either.
After receiving the original owner’s memories, Lin Jianheng now knew what an Alpha was.
In this current era, it wasn’t anything special. They had a slightly better physical constitution, a higher chance of joining the military, and spiritual power weaker than an Omega’s but stronger than a Beta’s.
Other than that, they could just mark their partners.
A few hundred years ago, there were extended privileges… but in any case, that wasn’t a product of this era and didn’t require Lin Jianheng’s attention.
“But I’ve already made her lose all trust, you know~” Jian Heng listened to Lin Jianheng’s naive words and laughed until she swayed.
“You have the nerve to say that!” Lin Jianheng got angry seeing her like this, grabbed her for another good stomping, and then finally woke up.
When she opened her eyes, the lingering scent of pheromones was still in the room. Lin Jianheng finally knew what pheromones were: an instinctive method for the Empire’s living beings to attract mates. Usually a scent, it would turn into a liquid if suppressed for too long.
But as for anything more, whether it was Jian Heng’s intention or a glitch during the memory transfer, Lin Jianheng knew nothing at all.
She could understand that a heat period meant being in estrus, and that it wasn’t unique to Omegas; Alphas had them too, only they were called susceptible periods, and the symptoms were probably different.
But she didn’t know how to “properly raise” Succubus Sister.
Those were Jian Heng’s exact words. Lin Jianheng shook her head, pushing away the image of the original owner who had caused her such a miserable night.
Some people die and still leave others to clean up their mess.
She was cursing the original owner!
Lin Jianheng gave the original owner the middle finger in her spiritual space.
Unfortunately, the original owner’s existence was unstable to begin with, and she had already disappeared.
Fine, stay dead. Better not come back to life. Lin Jianheng got up, muttering curses.
The blanket beside her shifted.
Lin Jianheng’s breath caught. She whipped her head around, her hair flying into the woman’s face.
Poor Succubus Sister got hit in the face by her hair but didn’t make a fuss, simply sitting up.
She was stark naked, her body covered in all sorts of marks.
The previous injuries were not as eye-catching as the back of her neck. Last night, Lin Jianheng had really bitten her badly. That patch of gland was still swollen, a horrifying blood-red color, and the surrounding area was bruised bluish-purple.
Lin Jianheng’s legs went weak with fear.
She hadn’t known she had bitten so hard.
She hadn’t felt much during the marking, only a comfortable warmth in her chest, and had thought the other person felt the same…
Lin Jianheng was about to get up and perform a sliding kneel to cry her apologies to Succubus Sister.
Unexpectedly, Succubus Sister walked in front of her—her legs were still trembling and unsteady, seemingly weak from the aftereffects of her heat period.
And knelt right down.
Lin Jianheng’s foot, which had been on the floor, shot back onto the bed.
“I’m sorry, master.” The succubus endured the discomfort in her body and the humiliation in her heart, bowing low.
She was kneeling to apologize to Lin Jianheng.
The drug’s effects were acting up again. What chance did she have of escaping?
Thus, what happened last night became terrifying, like a sword hanging over her head.
The succubus guessed that one day this “master” would make a big deal out of it, using it as an excuse to make her do even more outrageous things.
It was better to just confess honestly. At worst, she would be starved for a while longer, locked in confinement for a few days, or get a beating.
“No, no, no, what are you apologizing for!” However, before the succubus could say another word, Lin Jianheng also knelt down.
Right in front of the succubus.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I didn’t want to hurt you… The one who drugged you wasn’t me, and it wasn’t my intention. I’m being sincere, I just want you to get better.” After saying this, Lin Jianheng reached out to pull the woman’s hand, wanting her to stand up.
At least don’t humiliate yourself like this…
Lin Jianheng didn’t have many adult concepts in her mind and didn’t realize how suggestive this scene was.
The succubus finally lost control of her expression, her lips twitching.
She had thought this person’s strange behavior last night was because they wanted to torture her.
Why were they still so strange now that it was morning?
The emotions emanating from that spiritual power were the same.
Unconcealed nervousness and fear slowly coiled at the top of the room.
The succubus was sure that even if her spiritual power wasn’t suppressed, she wouldn’t be able to ignore the presence of this emotion.
The person before her was utterly tactless, with no idea how to hide their spiritual power.
Moreover, her spiritual power was extremely formidable, its presence so obvious it was almost unsettling to all living beings within a few meters.
Or was she deliberately using her spiritual power to intimidate her?
“Um… Sister, if I say I’m not Jian Heng, would you believe me?”
Lin Jianheng’s apology became so jumbled at the end that she didn’t even know what she was saying. She looked up at Succubus Sister sheepishly.
She saw the succubus’s tail, which had turned back to black, flicking back and forth, looking very irritated.
The hearts in the woman’s blue eyes were gone, replaced by a coldness like a snowy mountain.
Lin Jianheng even had a feeling that this was how she was supposed to be.
What happened last night was the anomaly.
After all, her face was handsome and delicate, with strong, impactful features—a deep, rich look. The ice queen style suited her perfectly, and she had to be the abstinent type.
Lin Jianheng wouldn’t dare believe it if someone told her she was a succubus.
No wonder her best friend liked her so much.
Lin Jianheng had spent the whole night fighting the original owner in her spiritual space and hadn’t rested well, so her mind wandered.
She didn’t notice the flash of mockery in the woman’s eyes.
She only heard the woman’s voice, with the same icy texture, state flatly, “Whatever master says, is.”
This is sarcasm, right… Lin Jianheng met the woman’s ocean-like eyes, her throat bobbing slightly.
“What I mean is, Jian Heng’s soul is already dead. I’m another person. My name is Lin Jianheng. Uh, do you know about transmigration? It’s when…”
Lin Jianheng was still kneeling and explaining.
The succubus was also kneeling, feeling a bit bored.
Tricking her with such words was just another way to see her make a fool of herself, right?
Jian Heng had done this kind of thing before, and today’s speech was even more full of holes than the last one. The video from that time was still saved in her optical computer.
The succubus just didn’t know if this person had shown it to others. In any case, they would play it on repeat while “disciplining” her, mocking her for the kindness and innocence she truly shouldn’t have possessed.
“Anyway, starting today, there’s no more rotten person named Jian Heng!” Lin Jianheng looked righteously indignant, seeming to hate Jian Heng even more than the woman with the indifferent expression did.
“I want to ask you to believe me.” Lin Jianheng relaxed her throat and extended a hand toward Succubus Sister.
The woman merely glanced at her, then lowered her head and placed it in Lin Jianheng’s palm.
Just like a dog that knew its place.
A dog with no shame, no dignity.
She even gently pressed her face against the hand, even though her earlobe still bore some kind of pinch mark.
“That’s not what I meant!” Lin Jianheng was shocked.
This Succubus Sister, so cold and aloof, exuding an air of snow, indifferent as a wisp of smoke, ethereal and colorless—how could she make such a gesture when not in her heat period!
And without any hesitation.
One look and you could tell it was the original owner’s fault.
Dead scum! Lin Jianheng cursed the original owner wildly in her heart.
“I really just want you to believe me…” Why was it that the more she explained, the more erotic the scene became?
“Master,” the woman spoke, her face still pressed against Lin Jianheng’s hand.
As if devout and loyal, her eyes blinked with a newborn look, pure and moist.
“You don’t need to request or negotiate. As long as you want something, you just need to give the order.” Her words were very obedient.
Just like the collar on her neck—the original owner’s name was engraved there, a symbol of ownership.
Jian Heng could write her name on another person’s neck, make it a brand, and carve it into their very spirit.
And this person could do nothing about it, only submit again and again, intimately calling out the two words, “master.”
As if she were truly the most obedient pet.
If she didn’t know the plot, Lin Jianheng would have almost been bewitched.
She unconsciously stroked the woman’s face, not daring to be too obvious.
Her fingertips were still craving the smoothness from the night before, and upon finally feeling it again, they joyfully pulsed with warmth.
Lin Jianheng shook her head, finally stood up, and pulled Succubus Sister up as well.
“You don’t have to call me master.” Since the other person still didn’t believe her, she would start with small things.
The woman’s expression was more revealing than before.
A crack of confusion appeared on her perpetually unchanging ice-queen face.
She hadn’t wanted to call her that in the first place. A month ago, after signing the contract, it was the person before her who had said they were not equals, not partners.
She had bought her, so she was the master, and had ordered her to be called that from then on.
However, the person before her had plenty of whims. The succubus lowered her eyes and went along with it readily, but didn’t take it seriously.
“You don’t have to use the formal ‘you’2 either. We are all living beings of the Empire, so we’re equals. It’s strange to always use honorifics.”
Lin Jianheng thought she had been acknowledged a little, and her tone became lighter.
She absolutely had to walk in the opposite direction of the fate of being ground to dust.
If she couldn’t have a clean reincarnation, then she could only live well.
“Then how should I address you… you?” the succubus tested, correcting herself after meeting Lin Jianheng’s gaze.
“Call me Linlin.”3 Originally, her best friend liked to call her Jianzi.4
Since the original owner also had that character (Jian/繭) in her name, Lin Jianheng decided to distinguish herself from her.
The succubus repeated it silently.
Lingling…?
Could it be that this person had been “training” her for a month because she wanted to be the bottom?
The woman was a bit dazed. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it; she knew how.
Anyway, she didn’t have a choice, did she?
“And you?” Lin Jianheng, thinking the situation was looking good, turned to find a bathrobe for Succubus Sister to wear.
She really didn’t know what Succubus Sister’s name was.
Her best friend hadn’t told her, and the original owner, in the middle of the night, had also deliberately made things difficult, not giving her any relevant information.
“…You, Linlin, the name you gave me is Li Nu.”5
Succubus Sister was very unaccustomed to the change in address.
Lin Jianheng’s expression turned to one of disgust. “I already said it wasn’t me, it was the original soul of this body… Forget it. How can that even be considered a name? Don’t you have your own name?”
The woman’s eyes swept lightly over Lin Jianheng’s furrowed brow.
She continued in that calm, rippleless voice, “Master, Linlin can call me whatever you wish.”
What name did she have? She herself couldn’t even remember.
Lin Jianheng could see it now.
Succubus Sister didn’t trust her at all. She was unwilling to change the form of address and unwilling to give her name.
The original owner had been right. Trust had been completely overdrawn, and rebuilding it would be extremely difficult.
“I want to know your name.” Lin Jianheng took a deep breath and didn’t dwell on the matter of address anymore.
That made sense. The form of address represented the status gap between them. It was a fact, and also the result of the original owner’s abuse—not something that could be overcome overnight.
I’ll have to take it slow.
“We are both intelligent beings; we should both have names. You know my name, Lin Jianheng. The eternal cocoon in the forest. The meaning isn’t great, but it’s okay, I’m used to it. I should know your name too.” Lin Jianheng’s tone was uncharacteristically forceful.
A name was a major matter of dignity. She believed that after the other person gave her name, she wouldn’t be so stubborn anymore.
At least it would be good if she accepted her just a little.
The woman lowered her head and fell silent.
During her heat period, she needed to restrain her emotions and strive to give her master the best experience.
But last night, the master who had forcibly induced her heat period… Lin Jianheng… hadn’t actually done anything to her.
Except for that final, haphazard marking, Lin Jianheng had been gentle throughout the entire process—untying her, cleaning her up, not saying those insulting words, not making the outrageous moves she had imagined.
Today, she had rambled on like a madwoman, but when she finally asked for her name, she was as forceful as ever.
The succubus inadvertently saw Lin Jianheng’s bruised knees from kneeling.
The blue was faint, mixed with a bit of purple. But the pampered Little Miss had never suffered such an injury in her life, leaving a conspicuous mark on her delicate skin.
The woman was dazed for a moment. The past month was clear, yet inexplicably distant.
Was she really as forceful as ever?
Then why, unlike before, did she not feel weary of it, or so irritated that she wanted to snap her own tail?
Her gaze met Lin Jianheng’s eyes. She saw the smile there and felt the joy in her spiritual power.
“…My name is Yan Su.”
When she woke up, she only remembered those two characters, so she took them as her name.
“Which two characters?” Lin Jianheng held out her hand to the woman.
“Write them for me.” Judging from the dream last night, the Empire and her original world used the same language.
Lin Jianheng’s tone brooked no argument, yet she was smiling playfully.
It didn’t seem like she was giving an order, but just joking with a friend.
Just coaxing her, truly wanting to know her name.
The woman hesitantly reached out, not daring to press hard, using her finger as a pen.
In Lin Jianheng’s palm, she wrote the characters for yan and su.
“So it’s the yan from ‘fireworks’ and the su from ‘simple and elegant’.”6 Lin Jianheng’s eyes curved into a smile once again.
“Then from now on, I’ll call you Sister Yan.”
Yan Su’s finger still hovered above Lin Jianheng’s palm. Her eyes were dazed as she slowly met Lin Jianheng’s smiling gaze.
A halo of light fell into her eyes, bit by bit. Her heartstrings trembled, and the world blossomed before her.
Footnotes
- 簡珩 (Jiǎn Héng) – The name of the original soul of the body. Note that the character 簡 (jiǎn) (simple) is different from the main character’s 繭 (jiǎn) (cocoon), though they are homophones. ↩
- 您 (nín) – The formal and polite version of “you” in Chinese, used to show respect or social distance. The informal version is 你 (nǐ). ↩
- 林林 (Línlín) – A diminutive of Lin Jianheng’s name. However, Yan Su mishears or reinterprets this as 零零 (línglíng), which means “zero zero.” In Chinese internet slang, “0” refers to the bottom or receptive partner in a same-sex relationship, which leads to her misunderstanding that “Linlin” wants to be the submissive one. ↩
- 繭子 (jiǎnzi) – A nickname derived from her name 繭 (jiǎn). It literally means “cocoon” but is also the word for a “callus.” ↩
- 貍奴 (Lí Nú) – A demeaning name given by the original owner. 貍 (lí) can mean raccoon dog or wild cat, and 奴 (nú) means “slave.” ↩
- 煙 (yān), 素 (sù) – 煙 (yān) means smoke or mist, often associated with fireworks (煙花, yānhuā). 素 (sù) means plain, simple, or elegant. ↩
