VBNWDW - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“I’m sorry, Miss Luo, but I have no intention of engaging in premarital sex.”

Her gaze slid down from the pearly white shoulder as Xi Zhoulu lowered her eyes to the floor, speaking in a calm tone. “But I can help you with the inhibitor.”

A low hum still filled the room—the ventilation fan, working tirelessly. The scent of roses in the air would dissipate only to swell again.

Luo Yueqing had no idea how unreasonable her requests were, both the first one and the second.

After presenting, every Omega was given a stern warning.

Stay far away from an Alpha in their susceptibility period. Even if she was standing dozens of meters away, she should leave quickly, to say nothing of being close enough to touch, helping an Alpha administer an inhibitor.

It was an extremely dangerous situation for an Omega. Not only could it induce an early heat, but they could also be marked by an Alpha who had lost all reason.

And then there was the matter of being asked by one’s own partner to help them use an inhibitor.

In the traditional view on the Imperial Star, this was a tremendous insult to an Omega, as if to mock them deliberately: I would rather use an inhibitor than be with you…

Xi Zhoulu didn’t know if Luo Yueqing understood this, but she still relented, just as she had said—as long as it was within her power, Luo Yueqing could make any request she pleased.

“Then I’ll have to trouble Miss Xi.”

And so, this completely clueless Alpha turned and sat down candidly on the edge of the bed.

The wheelchair rolled to a stop. Just as Xi Zhoulu was about to speak, an inhibitor was pressed into her hand, and then that flippant Alpha knelt before her.

Xi Zhoulu fell silent for a moment, somewhat surprised.

She was surprised that this person always acted in unconventional ways, both in what had just happened and in what was happening now.

The pride ingrained in the very bones of a high-ranking Alpha seemed completely absent in her. She could so easily kneel before an Omega, lift a hand to sweep back her hair, and expose her most vulnerable, fatal gland.

Xi Zhoulu lowered her gaze and looked at her.

The silk fabric clung to a gracefully contoured body, trembling with the slightest rise and fall of her breath. The curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the taut line of her slender ankles.

She tightened her grip on the cool handle of the inhibitor, letting the intricate silver engravings scrape against her palm, sending waves of fine, sharp pain through it.

Perhaps she had been waiting too long. Luo Yueqing shifted on her knees and looked up at Xi Zhoulu impatiently, her tone as flippant as ever. “Does Miss Xi enjoy seeing me kneel?”

She tilted her head, a hint of a careless smile in her eyes. A thin layer of moisture made those peach-blossom eyes appear all the more bewitching.

Xi Zhoulu didn’t answer, only watched her.

Luo Yueqing didn’t feel wronged in the slightest. Instead, she spoke again. “Miss Xi.”

“Hm?” This time, she finally got a response.

“Do you know that looking at you from this angle…” Luo Yueqing’s gaze drifted downward, lingering on her slightly parted lips before she slowly finished, “makes you look very kissable.”

This wasn’t just some nonsense she had pulled out of thin air. From this angle, which required one to look up slightly, it was exactly as Luo Yueqing had said.

Perhaps it was the meticulous care afforded by a wealthy upbringing, or perhaps it was her own excellent features, but the lip lines that troubled most people were almost nonexistent on Xi Zhoulu.

Moreover, their thickness was just right—not as prominent as full lips, nor as faint as thin ones. They were perfectly in between, moist and soft. To use a cliché, they were like jelly…

Tempting one to take a bite.

“Then do you want to?” Xi Zhoulu looked at her, seemingly unaware that she was being provoked.

Some questions needed no answer, like this one.

Luo Yueqing tilted her head, tentatively leaning closer. Xi Zhoulu didn’t stop her, only lowered her head slightly.

Her dark hair cascaded down like vines, hooking around the other’s ear and refusing to leave, the strands tangling together.

At first, it was just a light touch, like a dragonfly skipping across water, sending out ripples before pulling back by a millimeter.

The other’s tacit permission made Luo Yueqing press her advantage.

The wheelchair, pushed by the force, started to roll backward, but someone’s hand shot out and clamped down on the wheel. Pale, slender fingers curled, holding the wheelchair firmly in place.

It was Xi Zhoulu.

Luo Yueqing raised her eyes, intending to look up, but was captivated by the other’s sudden initiative.

Her other hand closed around her neck, clasping it like a shackle.

The wind outside blew the curtains, and a bright beam of light fell upon their faces.

No matter how one described it, the scene was strange.

A woman with a disheveled nightgown and a stunning face knelt on the carpet. Opposite her was a noblewoman of refined and elegant bearing in a wheelchair. She clasped her neck; she demanded a kiss.

Or rather, a high-ranking Alpha was kneeling before a disabled Omega, completely surrendering her fatal weakness to the other, all for a simple kiss.

“You will regret this, Luo Yueqing,” Xi Zhoulu murmured, the pulse beneath her fingertips throbbing.

“Xi Zhoulu, why do you love threatening people so much?” Luo Yueqing replied, her rose-scented breath swirling in the millimeter of space between them.

“This isn’t a threat. It’s a warning,” Xi Zhoulu stressed, her voice low.

“Fine…” Luo Yueqing lazily raised her eyes, a mist like pink peach blossoms blooming in their depths. She chuckled softly. “But this is such a buzzkill.”

“If my future self is going to regret this, then that should be a problem for my future self. It doesn’t mean my present self should abandon pleasure to fret over something that might not even happen.”

As her words fell, Luo Yueqing tilted her chin up, crushing that millimeter of distance into a negative.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway and then faded away. The wind swayed the curtains, and the beam of light danced along with them.

Her knees, pressed into the soft carpet, began to turn red, and a moment later, an itchy pain spread from them. But Luo Yueqing paid it no mind, instead kneeling even straighter.

Her back was erect, her calves taut. Her toes, curled and pressing into the floor, strained as she took what she wanted.

Just as she had observed, those jelly-like lips were crushed and lightly bitten, giving the other a perfectly soft and delicate sensation that soon seeped out with a faint sweetness.

For an Alpha in her condition, this was like finding an oasis in the desert. She only wanted to draw closer, to unearth more rewards.

Her upturned chin, her taut, slender neck—every swallow made the movement of her throat clearly visible, pressed beneath pale knuckles, conveying a sense of fragile tamability.

“Remember to breathe,” Luo Yueqing kindly reminded her.

It was the most common mistake for a novice.

Xi Zhoulu pressed her lips together but didn’t argue.

The ventilation fan was still working hard, but it couldn’t disperse the fragrance of Ecuadorian Red Wine Roses. It was a heavy, bewitching scent, like falling into a soft trap of rose petals, pulled ever downward by red wine.

Dangerous and enthralling.

And the person in the trap not only didn’t resist but allowed herself to fall. A fierce fire burned the wood, crackling and popping—desire being scorched, next to the decaying scent of ashes.

“So sweet,” Luo Yueqing’s muffled voice was mixed with wet sounds. She concluded, “It’s the taste of chestnuts.”

A burning fireplace always hid treasures—sometimes sweet potatoes, sometimes fragrant chestnuts, buried beneath the embers, discoverable only by the most observant child.

Evidently, Luo Yueqing was exceptionally talented in this regard.

A light peck, a slow bite, and then a sudden probe inside. One could be a bit excessive; at a time like this, the pain brought by recklessness could provide a special kind of stimulation.

The hand gripping the wheel loosened and tightened again, holding the wheelchair firmly in place.

A strand of hair fell across the other’s cheek, and Luo Yueqing casually tucked it back behind Xi Zhoulu’s ear.

Don’t assume the one taking the lead holds the reins. The Omega, who indulged the other’s boldness and controlled the limits of this encounter, was the true master.

Her knuckles retracted, her breath hitched, and the Alpha who wanted to misbehave had no choice but to coaxingly press against the corner of her lips.

“You talk a lot, Luo Yueqing,” Xi Zhoulu commented. Her enunciation was a little unsteady, laced with ragged breaths, but her words were as sharp as ever.

“Do you like it?” Luo Yueqing, unashamed, chuckled softly.

“What do you think?” Xi Zhoulu raised her eyes slightly, glancing at her.

“I think you do.”

Clearly, tossing the question to a shameless Alpha was a terrible choice.

Xi Zhoulu started to speak but was silenced again, deprived of her right to retort.

Outside the manor, the yellowing ginkgo leaves rustled in the wind, creating a hypnotic, pattering sound. Occasionally, a car would pass, its tires hissing across the pavement, leaving behind an unpleasant smell of gasoline.

But all of this was shut out by the manor’s grounds, unable to affect the people inside in the slightest.

The rich pheromones grew heavier, the two scents attempting to merge. They blended with surprising harmony, without a trace of awkwardness.

Until Luo Yueqing suddenly fell backward, landing on her back on the carpet.

The beam of light finally fell to the floor.

Xi Zhoulu leaned back in her wheelchair and undid the top button of her shirt.

In the quiet space, two ragged breaths could be heard.

“Xi Zhoulu, are you sure you don’t want to try?” the Alpha couldn’t help but extend the invitation once more.

Xi Zhoulu turned her head away, refusing to look at her. “After my heat is over, we’ll go get our marriage license.”

“Huh?” Luo Yueqing froze, looking up in a daze.

She saw that cool and noble Omega say in a low voice, “Luo Yueqing, you’ve induced me.”

“My heat has come early.”

At some point, the scent of burning charcoal that filled the air had become incredibly intense.

“If you still have the strength, please get up and press the button by your headboard. I think they should be back by now.”

Even at a time like this, an overly rational person maintained extreme self-control, even able to express herself with perfect logic, as if nothing had happened before.

Perhaps because she had just gotten a taste of sweetness, Luo Yueqing didn’t argue. She obediently got up and pressed the button she mentioned.

The servants arrived quickly, perhaps because they had been waiting. They hurried in, separated the two, helped Luo Yueqing back to bed, and wheeled Xi Zhoulu away.

Just as the wheelchair was pushed out the door, Xi Zhoulu heard Luo Yueqing cry out in pain, followed by the low, soothing voice of the servant helping her with the inhibitor.

She lowered her eyes, her thick lashes casting a pale gray shadow on her eyelids.

The door was closed, and all sounds vanished.

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