Yan Su shivered.
A watery light gradually filmed over her eyes, and a heat spread upwards from her waist.
That was the place Lin Jianheng had touched.
When it reached her forehead, it was the place her restless-in-her-sleep master had kissed.
That wasn’t a kiss, Yan Su thought. She should know that.
It was just an accidental brush, a graze, just like Lin Jianheng’s fingertips were now rubbing against the small of her back.
Lin Jianheng was already asleep; everything was unconscious.
She had brought this upon herself.
But Yan Su truly couldn’t control her ragged breathing.
The thirst in her throat.
Her gland was still soundly asleep, thank heavens.
Having been thoroughly loved by her master yesterday, it wasn’t acting up for the time being.
But if that aphrodisiac incense were a little stronger, a little more potent…
She might really be unable to stop herself from releasing her pheromones.
Yan Su felt that she was already…
Too strange.
She had never felt this way when she was with this person.
Except for yesterday when she was drugged.
But whether it was arousal, or wetness…
It had never happened, nor should it have.
This is dangerous, Yan Su thought, enduring the impulse.
Lin Jianheng, Jian Heng, neither of them could be a good person, right?
Inducing her spiritual power to collapse, invading her mental space. Beating, scolding, and humiliating her…
The poor succubus attributed her strangeness to the drug.
It wasn’t her heart that was moved. It was the effect of the drug.
Her hormones were out of balance, and it was true that she would become strange.
So, it was okay to be a little wet.
It was okay to be devoured by her master.
Then, giving herself to her master was also okay.
After all, Lin Jianheng was her master.
She was just a succubus who was possessed, a thing in her master’s pocket.
Sooner or later, she would have to go through this once.
“Master…” Yan Su slowly exhaled.
Her voice was just like yesterday’s.
Only this time, there was a bit more sincerity.
“Help me… Master.” She burrowed into Lin Jianheng’s arms, rubbing against her clothes.
She breathed out ambiguous heat, her eyes misty.
The hazy vapor made Yan Su’s gaze unfocused.
Who could connect her with the succubus from this morning, who had a cold expression and woodenly said she would listen to her master’s every word?
“I’m begging you…” Her former dislike gradually turned into an aphrodisiac.
“Or, let me help you, Master.” Yan Su collapsed into Lin Jianheng’s arms.
Completely, melting into a puddle.
Lin Jianheng had a very strange dream.
She didn’t sink into anyone’s mental space, nor did she see the original owner.
She just fell into endless softness, feeling light and wanting to sink deeper.
Then, Yan Su’s face appeared.
Lin Jianheng wasn’t sure who she was and moved closer.
She only felt that this face seemed familiar. She must have seen it a long time ago.
Or, loved it.
How strange. Lin Jianheng scratched her head. I’m straight, right? But the person in front of me really is a beautiful sister.
“Xiao Heng,” Yan Su spoke.
Only then did Lin Jianheng realize they were lying on clouds. She had sunk into them, and Yan Su was holding her waist.
“Xiao Heng’s gland is undergoing its second development.” Yan Su hugged her tightly, pulling her out of the mire.
Their positions reversed. Lin Jianheng felt as if she were separated by a layer of fog, unable to think, unable to perceive.
Yet she held Yan Su tightly, unable to resist brushing aside the stray hairs by her ear.
I want to see more clearly.
Lin Jianheng caressed Yan Su’s face over and over, a wave of joy in her heart, but the joy was separated by a thin mist and couldn’t reach her mind.
“Sister wants to help Xiao Heng.” Yan Su held Lin Jianheng’s hand and slowly revealed a smile.
Her face pressed against Lin Jianheng’s hand. Where there should have been the smoothness of skin and the warmth of a cheek, she now felt a slight stickiness.
“Is Xiao Heng willing to… with Sister?” Yan Su lay on the clouds.
Lin Jianheng glanced down and saw clusters of white mist.
She didn’t understand Yan Su’s meaning and brushed away the concealing mist on her own.
Yan Su understood her meaning and hooked her hand.
“Sister will teach you how to stimulate your gland.”
Lin Jianheng’s hand reached the back of Yan Su’s neck.
“Like this.” She gently kneaded the red, swollen area.
“An Omega’s pheromones will help you mature faster.” Yan Su trembled as she smiled.
Lin Jianheng felt they should be doing more, but she could only see herself kneading Yan Su’s gland.
“Coincidentally, Sister is your Omega.” Yan Su switched to hugging Lin Jianheng’s waist.
She tilted her head, pushing her hair aside.
Revealing a pitiful gland, kneaded until it was swollen.
“Mark Sister.” Yan Su’s voice seemed to come from right beside Lin Jianheng’s ear.
Corroding Lin Jianheng’s consciousness bit by bit.
“Bite down, bite it open, bite through it.”
“Destroy it without mercy. Give your newborn pheromones, your immature pheromones, all to Sister.”
“Sister will help you mature.”
Lin Jianheng knew what marking was.
She had marked Yan Su before; the memory was slowly surfacing.
So she lowered her head and kissed the gland on the back of Yan Su’s neck.
Gently licking the gland that was secreting honey, receiving her reward-like pheromones.
Her Omega tangled her fingers in her hair. Slowly entrusting everything to her.
Lin Jianheng didn’t know that this scene was also happening in reality.
Yan Su tensed her body, gritting her teeth.
She pushed her hair aside, revealing a gland that was still somewhat purple.
Lin Jianheng moved closer almost immediately, instinct driving the Alpha towards the Omega’s gland.
To kiss, lick, and cherish.
And then, to bite through it without hesitation.
Lin Jianheng only managed the first step.
She was in a dream, after all, and didn’t have the extra strength to actually bite open the disobedient gland.
But this was enough to make Yan Su tremble.
Master.
Yan Su silently repeated this title in her heart.
A whimper escaped her lips.
A moan leaked out, not loud enough to wake the sleeping Alpha.
The bad one wasn’t the Alpha.
Not the master, not Lin Jianheng.
Two streams of tears fell from Yan Su’s eyes as she reined in her wanton gland.
The honey became tangible, a thick syrup slowly oozing out.
The bad one was her.
When Lin Jianheng woke up, she still felt a little hot.
In her dream, she and Yan Su had done everything.
But her impression of the latter half was faint; she forgot it as soon as she opened her eyes.
The only thing Lin Jianheng remembered was that wonderful marking.
She didn’t know if the dream had embellished it.
She sat up and glanced towards the window. It was already night, and the world outside was pitch black.
Her hand felt beside her; there was still some warmth, but no one was there.
“Sister Yan?” Lin Jianheng tried to recall. When she had drowsily fallen asleep, Yan Su had been beside her.
“Master.” Yan Su was in the corner, where the dog bed used to be.
“Why are you here again?” Lin Jianheng was a little exasperated. She trotted over and picked her up.
Yan Su’s expression was the same as always, her face placid, looking even colder against the backdrop of the night.
The air was devoid of sweet fragrance or bitterness, only a tasteless void.
Yan Su hid everything. Whether it was her sudden arousal or the stolen meal she’d had while Lin Jianheng was asleep.
All the ambiguity was buried when she extinguished that aphrodisiac incense.
Covered beneath the moist corners of her eyes, on her still-warm tail, and…
The gland that had been bitten until it was unbearably painful, still bleeding at this very moment, bruised and unsightly.
Yan Su had a head of curly red hair, long, fluffy, and soft.
She pressed all her hair behind her back, hiding the embarrassing state of her gland.
“I cannot lie on the master’s bed.” Yan Su’s tone was even more detached than it had been in the morning.
It was the result of deliberately hiding her emotions.
Lin Jianheng found her strange and simply took her hand, wanting to test the waters.
For a moment, Yan Su had the urge to pull back.
It didn’t escape Lin Jianheng’s senses.
“Did I make you unhappy?” Lin Jianheng leaned very close.
Just like a moment ago, just like that dream that was fading from memory.
“Not at all.” Yan Su’s throat felt like it was about to burst from Lin Jianheng’s proximity, and she let out a tiny sound.
“Then why not sleep with me? I was even hugging you.” Lin Jianheng smelled a strange scent.
It seemed to be the pheromones she had tasted last night, yet it was different.
It carried a faint, almost imperceptible hint of rust.
Lin Jianheng finally saw Yan Su’s evasive gaze and her water-laden eyelashes.
She reached out and touched Yan Su’s eyelid.
“Do you dislike me?” Lin Jianheng wiped away a patch of moisture, lost in thought.
Her sleeping posture was very unruly; she liked to toss and turn, spread out like a star, and take off her clothes.
Otherwise, her roommate wouldn’t have had to hug her to sleep when they lived together.
“We have a guest room, you can sleep there at night. Don’t always squat in the corner, it’s so pitiful.”
Having figured this out, Lin Jianheng smiled and patted the top of Yan Su’s head.
“But Master…” Yan Su still wanted to refuse.
She couldn’t quite describe her mood.
If it had been last week, hearing Jian Heng say this, she would have suspected a trick, but also thought that at least she could get a good night’s sleep, which wasn’t bad.
But her current unhappiness wasn’t because she suspected something was amiss.
“You…” Lin Jianheng smoothed down Yan Su’s fluffed-up hair.
Her fingers and that wretched gland were separated only by a layer of hair.
“Can you only follow orders?” Lin Jianheng’s hand didn’t leave, pretending to comb Yan Su’s hair while actually feeling its texture.
As expected of Succubus Sister, her hair feels so nice.
Yan Su nervously raised her eyes and saw the smile in Lin Jianheng’s.
It was different from a mocking sneer.
“I… am…” Yan Su couldn’t help but lower her head, trying to make her gland less sensitive.
But Lin Jianheng’s presence was too overwhelming.
She was the first Alpha to mark Yan Su.
And she also had pheromones exceeding S-rank.
In the days following a marking, an Omega’s feelings for their Alpha would naturally be different.
Of course, the reverse was also true, and Yan Su had already received Lin Jianheng’s affection. But she had not given her own.
This suppressed feeling lingered, and at this moment, following that strong presence, it once again stimulated Yan Su’s gland.
“Then listen carefully. I order you. From today on, you will sleep in a bed. The guest room is fine, my bed is fine. In any case, don’t sleep in the dog bed or on the floor. The sofa is also not allowed.” Lin Jianheng tried to be gentle, then tried to be haughty.
The tone she ended up with was her own, unlike anyone else, and certainly not like Jian Heng.
“Did you hear me? Succubus Sister.”
A single sentence, which Yan Su heard as flirting.
“Mm…” The tension in Yan Su’s neck relaxed.
At the same time, there was a wave of disappointment.
Lin Jianheng had moved away.
But that hand landed on her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go see your room.”
Her hair fell behind her, swinging with a cool glint of light.
Once again, Yan Su was led forward by Lin Jianheng.
The bleeding from her gland stopped, and it no longer hurt.
There was only a… faint itch.
“Look at you.” Lin Jianheng had, after all, noticed the abnormality of Yan Su’s gland.
As an Alpha whose spiritual power and gland were both undergoing a second development, her senses were sharper than ever.
Holding a tube of ointment, she sat on the bed and pushed aside Yan Su’s red hair.
Yan Su sat on the edge of the bed, her head lowered in silence.
She didn’t dare to speak, only able to force a cold demeanor.
Afraid of letting a strange tremor slip into her voice.
“Is this the wound from my bite yesterday?” Lin Jianheng wasn’t exactly calm either.
The dream that should have faded from her memory became vivid when she saw Yan Su’s gland.
Although she still had no memory of the latter half, the words and ambiguous atmosphere of that moment were enough to make someone as inexperienced as her feel a flutter in her heart.
Yet she didn’t know what this fluttering was called and thought it was a guilty conscience.
Her Succubus Sister was a good person. Although she was cold, she was beautiful and well-behaved, and her heart must be soft.
How could she dream of doing that with her.
And she was the one who initiated it.
However, the Yan Su in the dream was too alluring, even influencing Lin Jianheng’s perception of her in reality.
Just like now.
She would involuntarily wonder, did Yan Su push her hair aside hoping she would kiss her?
Just like in the dream.
In the dream, her senses were dull, and Yan Su had to say some seductive words.
In reality, just standing together was enough to make Lin Jianheng’s heart tremble, wanting to…
Kiss this pitiful gland.
“It’s not.” Yan Su suppressed her breathing, suppressed her senses.
Trying as much as possible to make Lin Jianheng’s act of applying ointment seem normal and devoid of ambiguity.
“Don’t lie to me, I know it was me.” Lin Jianheng sighed.
Her breath brushed against the gland, stirring up layers of itchiness.
Yan Su gripped her hair.
“I’m sorry, Sister Yan.” Lin Jianheng squeezed out a dab of ointment.
Not daring to use much force, she gently covered the bruised gland with it.
Yan Su shivered.
Lin Jianheng thought it was from pain.
“It’s really my first time… I have no experience. I made you so uncomfortable.”
This straight girl still hadn’t realized what marking was, thinking it was a step before sex, similar to holding hands or hugging, which was why she could accept it.
But her words were already strange enough.
Yan Su shook her head. The hair she couldn’t hold down brushed against the back of Lin Jianheng’s hand. She took the opportunity to push that pile of hair aside.
Just as she had done in the dream.
“I’ll work on it. If you want it again next time, I’ll try to be, um, gentler.”
“…Okay.” Yan Su gave up struggling.
She simply tensed the arch of her foot, urging her body to respond.
Lin Jianheng saw Yan Su’s trembling, carefully took out a medicated patch, and applied it to the back of Yan Su’s neck.
A chill ran through Yan Su. She looked up in disbelief, only to see that Lin Jianheng had already gone to answer a call.
That was a suppression patch.
Could it be that Master has already found out?
The blood ran cold in Yan Su’s veins, her breath catching, as she heard Lin Jianheng greet the person on the other end of the call.
“Sister~”
…Which sister? She sounded so affectionate.
Much more intimate than when she called her Sister Yan.
