The SSS-rank pheromones were deliberately released, spreading from her skin and weaving into silken threads from the tips of her hair.
At first, it was a crisp, fruity fragrance. The scent of early spring peach blossoms, of early-ripening crisp peaches that promised sweetness with every bite.
Mixed with a slightly rich, milky aroma and a hint of honey, it was enough to make one’s mouth water.
Lin Jianheng suppressed the thoughts she couldn’t even begin to understand.
She just thought that the Succubus Sister still had the presence of mind to wear perfume. She wondered if the original owner had bought it for her—what a leisurely mood.
But the fragrance grew stronger and stronger, shifting from a gentle elegance to a sudden, fiery intensity, like water reaching a rolling boil, the bursting bubbles assaulting the senses.
It was scaldingly painful. A sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of Lin Jianheng’s neck, as if she had truly been splashed with boiling water.
Her mind grew hazy, swollen and sore from the heat.
She gradually realized something was wrong with the scent. It wasn’t harmless honeyed milk, nor was it a sweet fruit waiting to be plucked.
It was a thorny beehive, dangerous brambles, an illusory trap.
By the time she realized something was amiss, it was too late. The scent changed abruptly, shedding any semblance of its white-flowered innocence.
The rose desiccated into powder amidst the increasingly potent, dangerous aroma. Dark red cedar swayed, releasing the bitter fragrance of ambergris.
This scent was too aggressive, a quenched blade that sliced straight through Lin Jianheng’s consciousness.
If Lin Jianheng had been a native of the Empire, she would have immediately recognized that something was wrong.
How could a succubus, a species known for being gentle and harmless, possess such dangerous pheromones?
The aura, the aggression… this was truly a trap, designed to sever the self of its “intended,” to steal their soul and make them fall back, willing to offer everything to the owner of the pheromones.
Not to mention, the owner of the underground establishment had sworn that all the succubi under his charge were sweet and charming, with pheromones guaranteed to satisfy any Alpha.
Of course, if Lin Jianheng were the original owner, she wouldn’t have smelled the latter half of the scent.
She would have only tasted the sweetness, the crispness, losing herself in the succubus’s rich, fruity fragrance. In the end, she would have abandoned her dominant position, obediently bitten the succubus’s gland, and offered up her own pheromones.
But the problem was, Lin Jianheng was neither familiar with the Empire’s races nor was she the original owner.
She was so frightened by the scent’s aggression that she didn’t even know the thing was called pheromones, something every living being in the Empire possessed.
She, of course, had them too. The original owner was only B-rank, and her pheromones were almost odorless. But now, another scent had joined the air.
The sweetness of orange blossoms couldn’t suppress the succubus’s overwhelming and determined advance.
The former was merely accidental; the latter came from the last dregs of a tormented succubus’s will to survive.
She didn’t even care if her “master” would punish her for this the next day, or if she would be thrown out of the house, forced to wander while under contract, enduring a heat period once a month that no one could soothe.
She just wanted to live, even if only for one more day.
A succubus in heat naturally had little rationality. And this one, having long since suffered an emotional collapse, was even more frenzied.
The Alpha and Omega pheromones collided and immediately intertwined.
The succubus smelled the unfamiliar pheromones. She had no time to wonder why they were different from before and didn’t match the B-rank rating. She leaned forward slightly.
This was the last of her strength. It was just enough for her to expose her most vulnerable gland.
Come. The one with the stronger pheromones had taken the dominant position, impatiently luring the dazed Alpha.
Come, mark me.
The succubus’s slowly recovering spiritual power whispered dangerous words.
The poor Alpha, the clueless Alpha, had already fallen for the succubus’s trick, her eyes unconsciously tinged with pink.
The succubus breathed a small sigh of relief.
Perhaps it was because they were supposed to “play” today. Perhaps it was because this “master” wanted to mark her, to possess her completely for one night.
Today, her “master” hadn’t used that drug on her.
Her spiritual power had currently recovered by a tenth—not much, but enough. Perhaps… after her heat period ended, she could escape.
As a sense of relief washed over her, the succubus was lost in thought. A hand quietly cupped her neck, and she didn’t resist.
The succubus was as docile as a fine dish, just like her surface-level pheromones—an early-ripening crisp peach, waiting for Lin Jianheng to pluck.
But the moment Lin Jianheng touched that smooth skin, she jumped.
—She truly jumped, landing heavily on the bed and making it sag.
Lin Jianheng was suddenly wide awake, the strange sensation still lingering on her fingertips.
It slid, sticky and cloying, into her heart, making her want to fling her own hand away.
“Ahhh, I’m so sorry, Sister!! I really didn’t mean to do anything… indescribable with you!”
Lin Jianheng’s clarity returned in an instant, and a clear explanation immediately followed, so fast that even the succubus was surprised.
“I, I, I was wrong! I deserve to die! I shouldn’t have abused you, locked you up, beaten and cursed you…” Lin Jianheng wanted to say it wasn’t her who did it.
But who else could she blame, having transmigrated here into such a dangerous situation?
Good heavens, if she really laid a hand on the Succubus Sister, she would be ground to dust once the succubus recovered her status.
Since she wasn’t dead yet, she had to rack her brains to stay alive.
Lin Jianheng spilled everything she knew about what the original owner had done over the past month, like beans from a sack, and then prepared to slap herself again.
She would be more careful with the force this time; her head was already spinning.
The succubus frowned imperceptibly, thinking her spiritual power hadn’t recovered enough to successfully seduce Lin Jianheng.
She exerted herself again, struggling to control her disobedient tail, a side effect of her heat, and hooked it around Lin Jianheng’s hand.
Lin Jianheng froze like a startled rabbit. Before she could speak, her eyes met the succubus’s, which were practically radiating tangible heat.
Pink hearts stood out starkly against the azure blue of her irises, almost turning the color of blood.
It was an enchanting and dangerous signal, capable of making anyone fall for her.
Yet, within those alluring, peach-blossom eyes, Lin Jianheng saw a different emotion.
Pleading.
The Succubus Sister was in great pain. Her limbs were immobile, she was completely exposed, her body was burning up, and she was unexpectedly aroused.
She was pleading with her, just as she had said before.
“…Please,” the succubus whispered, noticing Lin Jianheng’s gaze, and let fresh tears fall.
“Master, please.” Her tail was still on Lin Jianheng’s hand.
Touching her tail was a privilege reserved for a lover. Now, offering it to her master, the succubus had no other choice. It was also a form of seduction.
Someone in her position, be they a succubus, an Omega, an Alpha, or even a Beta, should never be so bold as to attempt such a subordinate advance on a superior.
She should have obediently waited for the superior’s command, even if that command was for her to suffer.
Perhaps she was just born rebellious.
She would succeed.
The succubus’s tail emitted the scent of milky peach, suppressing the faint bitterness of ambergris, continuing to tease Lin Jianheng’s heart.
Lin Jianheng felt the pain in the back of her neck again.
She struggled to look up at this woman who could potentially grind her to dust and asked weakly, “You… you want me to…”
Otherwise, why would she be acting like this?
The succubus closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “Isn’t that what master intended?”
“Yes, I want you to do it to me…” Perhaps this one’s tastes were truly unusual.
The succubus tried to be more direct.
Lin Jianheng was startled again. She didn’t jump this time, but the dent in her bed was now beyond saving.
“But… but she, she, I… I’ve been awful to you, right? Why would you want to?” Shouldn’t that kind of thing be done with someone you like?
Lin Jianheng had never been in love in her past life, but she still had some common sense.
She stared at the succubus without blinking. The latter was listless, thinking to herself that this person was surprisingly self-aware.
She showed none of this on her face, still shedding tears of pain while forcing a pleasing smile.
It was a skillfully crafted curve of the lips. The flattery was subtle, carrying the harmlessness of her surface-level pheromones. She looked crisp and sweet, and her slightly moist lips seemed very delectable.
Her face was also flushed with an unusual redness.
She looked dewy and extremely healthy, as if she had been pampered with good food and drink by Lin Jianheng for the past month.
At this moment, her hair served as an erotic accessory, revealing glimpses of her candor, a mix of desire and purity.
“You are my master,” she finally said, certain that Lin Jianheng wouldn’t refuse this time.
After all, if it were an inferior Alpha like the original owner, she would have pounced the moment she smelled the pheromones, crushing her with uncontrollable, bestial lust.
“What you want is what I want. Your command is my only creed,” the succubus breathed out, as if panting.
It was very light, very soft.
Like the pink of a peach, fading to white, then peeled open to reveal a fragrant, sweet yellow.
“I am your property. It is only right that I follow your orders, even if you want me to die.” The succubus’s mind was already fried by the fever.
Is that it? she thought. Does this person actually want to watch me struggle painfully against my desire, to see me try my utmost to seduce her in my wretched state, only to be denied relief and ultimately succumb to my own biology, dying a miserable death amidst my own sweet pheromones?
“Do you want to watch me die a tragic and beautiful death?” The succubus leaned back against the headboard, laying everything bare.
Including her vulnerable neck, where her gland was located. She tilted her head, as if truly entrusting her life to Lin Jianheng.
Lin Jianheng was so stunned by this scene that she couldn’t speak.
She had come from a poor family and had fought for survival her whole life, ignoring her own desires. Forget romance and ambiguity, she had never even been exposed to explicit writing or comics.
How could she have ever witnessed such a direct, unveiled display?
She nearly drowned in it, slamming on the brakes just a moment before stepping into the forbidden.
—Wait! I’m straight! What am I doing!
Lin Jianheng swallowed hard. But the Succubus Sister had said she wanted it.
She looked like she was in a lot of pain, too.
If she didn’t soothe this pain, wouldn’t she be ground to dust even faster?
“I want you to live,” Lin Jianheng said, her voice a little hoarse.
She didn’t realize what her feelings tonight meant, or what this unprecedented experience had brought her.
She just slowly, slowly, moved closer to this unknown woman, her partner in a shared destiny after transmigration, her succubus.
Slowly, she began to understand the meaning of “her succubus.”
“What should I do?” Even with this rush of blood to her head, Lin Jianheng wanted to help the Succubus Sister find relief.
But she really didn’t know how.
She thought about it. She had transmigrated into an Alpha, but she was still female. She didn’t have that thing.
The succubus’s gaze sharpened for an instant, scraping across Lin Jianheng’s forehead and sweeping over the tip of her nose.
“…Bite me,” she said slowly, dropping all pretense.
The succubus lowered her head, revealing a distinct red swelling on the back of her neck, and “commanded” once more, “Bite me.”
