A Fishing-Type Omega Always Wants to Possess Me - Chapter 5

Making her apply medicine for the allergy caused by coaxing her fiancée?

Yu Mianzhou couldn’t tell whether it was the scent of her own pheromones or if Jiang Zhi had also used mint body wash.

All she could smell was the clear, refreshing mint fragrance in the air being entangled by a sweet lychee scent. The two aromas intertwined and rushed into her nostrils, so sweet it made her scalp tingle.

As if possessed, Yu Mianzhou picked up the ointment and unscrewed the cap.

Jiang Zhi remained seated on her lap, her posture lazy and intimate.

The allergic flush on her collarbone stood out strikingly against her fair skin, like drops of rouge fallen on snow — carrying a kind of sickly, seductive allure.

Her long black hair was scattered messily behind her. With her movements, her slender waist dipped slightly, so thin it looked like it could snap with one bend, like a willow branch. At the fullest part, it rose into a breathtaking curve, glowing under the light with a ripe, fatally charming softness.

Yu Mianzhou squeezed out some of the cool ointment and expressionlessly applied it to the reddened skin.

Her brows pressed down as her fingertips traced along the beautiful line of Jiang Zhi’s spine, inch by inch, spreading the ointment evenly.

Even if it meant suffering herself, she didn’t want her fiancée to feel uncomfortable — so she ate the mango the other woman fed her.

How touching.

Yu Mianzhou applied a little more pressure. The contrast between the cool ointment and the warmth of her fingertips made Jiang Zhi’s body tremble uncontrollably.

Her shoulder blades fluttered like butterfly wings, and her breathing became fragmented.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhi reached out and grasped the wrist of the hand applying the medicine. Her warm fingertips stroked Yu Mianzhou’s wrist bone absentmindedly — as if soothing, yet also igniting flames.

Yu Mianzhou’s movements didn’t pause for a second. Like an emotionless machine, she finished applying the ointment in a mechanical manner.

“Done.” She closed the cap, her voice flat and devoid of any emotion. “You can leave now.”

Instead, Jiang Zhi lifted her fingers and pinched Yu Mianzhou’s chin, forcing her to look at her. Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hook: “Do you really want me to leave?”

Yu Mianzhou could feel her body temperature rising.

Just like three years ago.

Every time Jiang Zhi argued with Jiang Yingqiu, was grounded, got provoked, or was simply unhappy, she would come to her.

As if only by dragging her down to drown together in the turbulent sea of desire could she find relief.

But Yu Mianzhou was no longer the person who could be easily coaxed.

She had learned to recognize lies. She had learned not to be bewitched.

She had learned to say “no” to Jiang Zhi.

The doctor’s words still echoed in her ears: she had differentiated too late, and her pheromones were extremely unstable. Once seduced by an Omega, she was very likely to lose control.

Thinking of this, she turned her head away.

A clear, bright refusal.

This action was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the flicker of desire in Jiang Zhi’s eyes.

Jiang Zhi stared at her profile and suddenly smiled. Her gaze became hollow and crazed.

“Yu Mianzhou, are you pretending to be strangers with me?”

Her fingers brushed across the edge of the desk. Every word was like a needle dipped in poison.

“Have you forgotten how skillfully you used to unbutton my clothes? Forgotten how you used to bite my collarbone? Forgotten how you… made me soak your homework on this very desk?”

A loud boom rang in her mind.

Some memories came without warning.

Jiang Zhi had always been wicked at heart. Whenever she wanted something, she never cared what Yu Mianzhou was doing.

One rainy night during finals week of her freshman year, Yu Mianzhou was rushing to finish an assignment. Jiang Zhi walked in, took off her coat right in front of her.

For once, Yu Mianzhou didn’t obey. She said they could do it after she finished her homework.

Jiang Zhi’s hand, which had slipped under her hem, paused. She said “okay” with her mouth, but then licked Yu Mianzhou’s palm until it was wet and soft, trailing kisses up her arm.

Her toes hooked around Yu Mianzhou’s leg again and again, rubbing until her heart was restless and chaotic.

In the end, the young Yu Mianzhou couldn’t resist the temptation. Under Jiang Zhi’s coaxing, she half-reluctantly carried her onto the desk.

Things spiraled out of control. Her homework was soaked through and not submitted on time — she nearly failed the course.

From that day on, Yu Mianzhou finally understood:

With Jiang Zhi, there was no such thing as consent or refusal — only whether she wanted it or not.

Unfortunately, shortly after she comprehended this rule, she was driven abroad.

Country Y had nearly half a year of rainy season every year. She often stared out the apartment window at the endless curtain of rain, not knowing what she should remember.

Or in what capacity she should remember it.

And now, the culprit was once again sitting in her arms.

Yu Mianzhou felt her breathing become disordered. The mint scent in the air wavered with her movements, almost impossible to suppress.

She forced herself to calm down, lowered her eyes, and met Jiang Zhi’s smiling gaze. Her voice was as cold as ice.

“Yes, I’ve forgotten everything.”

With just those few words, the smile on Jiang Zhi’s face gradually froze. Her thumb pressed down with malice and began to grind mercilessly against Yu Mianzhou’s lower lip.

The force was heavy and ruthless, rubbing her lip until it turned bright red, as if blood was about to drip.

“Forgotten?” She repeated the word softly, her tone unreadable. “Yu Mianzhou, how could you forget?”

As she spoke, her fingertips slid from Yu Mianzhou’s chin to the side of her ear, her voice as light as a ghost.

“Does this room look familiar?”

“I specifically had the servants move every single thing from your old room here without missing a single item.”

“I preserved everything for you, yet not only are you not grateful — you even dare… provoke me.”

As she spoke, she slowly drew closer. The sweet lychee fragrance wrapped around Yu Mianzhou like an airtight net.

The sweetness made her scalp go numb.

Yu Mianzhou’s rationality was crumbling inch by inch.

For a brief moment, her mind pictured herself peeling off the lychee skin in two or three moves and biting into the soft, sweet, juice-filled flesh like a beast that had been thirsty in the desert for hundreds of years.

That would surely make her entire body and soul float away in ecstasy.

The surging desire threw her senses into chaos. Even more terrifying was that this chaos was completely out of her control.

This feeling of losing control made Yu Mianzhou feel suffocated.

She suddenly pushed Jiang Zhi away and staggered toward the bedside table. Like a madwoman, she yanked open the drawer and rummaged through it.

She remembered she had put the special medicine Joyce brought her here!

The contents of the drawer were thrown into disarray. Finally, her fingertips touched the cold sheet of pills.

Yu Mianzhou breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to tear open the foil, a slender hand grabbed her wrist—

In the next second, the entire sheet of pills was snatched away.

The world spun.

Yu Mianzhou was pushed onto the bed. Her back sank deep into the soft mattress.

Jiang Zhi straddled her directly, legs spread.

Looking down from above.

“You haven’t forgotten this bedsheet,” Jiang Zhi shook the medicine in her hand, the corners of her lips curving into a gentle smile. “How many times have we done it on here?”

With every word she spoke, Yu Mianzhou’s body grew hotter.

The cool mint scent in the air could no longer be suppressed and was on the verge of boiling over.

“Jiang Zhi.” Yu Mianzhou’s voice was extremely hoarse, carrying heavily suppressed panting. “Give me the medicine.”

Her entire body was stretched taut like a fully drawn bow, ready to snap at any moment.

Jiang Zhi felt the abnormal heat radiating from the body beneath her and watched Yu Mianzhou’s loss of control with great interest.

She had never slept with such a burning hot Yu Mianzhou before.

She suddenly leaned down, her warm breath spraying against Yu Mianzhou’s ear.

Then, she brushed aside the long hair at the back of her own neck, exposing that fair, fragile gland.

The rich Omega scent flooded the entire room, carrying a fatal temptation.

“Break up with that woman,” Jiang Zhi’s lips were almost pressed against her ear as she spoke word by word, her breath fragrant. “And I’ll let you bite me once.”

“Okay?”

These words were like feathers, lightly scraping against Yu Mianzhou’s taut nerves.

Jiang Zhi knew Yu Mianzhou’s body.

She knew exactly where the switches were.

That summer, they were like a venomous snake and a vine — clearly different species, yet still obsessively and tabooly entangled tightly together in the dim shade of the trees.

Jiang Zhi’s fingers slid to her earlobe and kneaded it gently.

“Mmm…”

A suppressed gasp escaped from Yu Mianzhou’s throat.

This sound acted like a powerful drug, deepening the desire in Jiang Zhi’s eyes.

Even though she herself had gone weak all over from the excessive Alpha pheromones in the air, her gaze remained stubbornly compelling, forcing the person before her to submit.

Yu Mianzhou’s sanity finally snapped.

Only one thought remained in her mind.

Mark her.

Possess her.

She flipped over violently, pinning the person beneath her firmly to the bed. Through the thin silk nightgown, she bit down on the soft flesh.

The fabric created a hazy barrier, which only added to the madness. The mattress sank slightly as she leaned closer, her shadow completely engulfing the person below.

She sucked greedily, drawing in the scent that could calm her.

Jiang Zhi didn’t resist at all. She even proactively hooked her long, slender legs around her.

Just before she lost control completely, her tongue felt the obstruction of fabric.

Yu Mianzhou’s movements suddenly stopped.

It was as if she had suddenly awakened. She pushed Jiang Zhi away forcefully.

She got off the bed with unsteady steps, snatched the sheet of medicine from Jiang Zhi’s hand, and swallowed the pills dry without even finding water.

The tablets scraped down her throat with a bitter, painful sensation.

Almost instantly, the burning heat receded little by little, and reason returned.

Yu Mianzhou knelt on the bed, panting as she looked at the woman whose eyes were moist, with flushed corners and brows.

Then she lowered her gaze to her own dark sleep pants.

After seeing the wet stains on them, Yu Mianzhou’s mind buzzed loudly.

Only then did she realize that Jiang Zhi was wearing nothing underneath her nightgown.

The dizzy, feverish feeling grew stronger. She clenched her teeth.

“Get out of my room!”

Jiang Zhi’s breathing gradually calmed down as well.

She sat silently on the bed for a few seconds, seemingly surprised that Yu Mianzhou’s self-control was strong enough to stop even then.

Until the bitten area of her nightgown grew damp from saliva and a cool sensation spread across her chest. She slowly adjusted the collar of her nightgown, covering the ambiguous marks.

“You really don’t want to break up with her?”

Her tone was so light it drifted in the air and dissipated.

Yu Mianzhou’s temples throbbed. The aftermath of pheromone overload gave her a splitting headache.

She didn’t hear clearly.

“What?”

Jiang Zhi sat up, walked barefoot with her jade-like feet to stand in front of Yu Mianzhou, and stared at her with those beautiful eyes.

“You’ve really grown up, Yu Mianzhou.” Pushing her away twice in one night.

She raised her hand, as if wanting to touch her, but stopped in mid-air.

When she spoke again, she was once more the aloof eldest daughter of the Jiang family: “I came to warn you. Since you’re back, behave yourself. Don’t go crazy.”

Yu Mianzhou found it absurd.

“Who’s crazy?” She looked up, staring straight at Jiang Zhi. “If we’re talking about who’s crazy in this house, who can compare to you?”

Her nails dug hard into the soft carpet as she said word by word, “My blessings to you and Miss Gu were sincere.”

“Sincere?” Jiang Zhi laughed. “You’d better not give me another chance…”

Jiang Zhi leaned close, her voice so soft only the two of them could hear.

“…to drive you out again.”

“You’re nothing but a thing living under my roof. Don’t take yourself too seriously.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the room without looking back.

The door was gently closed by the night breeze.

In the air, the sweet, cloying lychee scent had yet to dissipate. It still lingered at the tip of Yu Mianzhou’s nose, making her dizzy.

Jiang Zhi was always like this.

Self-centered, obsessive, and pure. Playing with other people’s fates was as easy as turning her palm.

And she, Yu Mianzhou, had always been within Jiang Zhi’s grasp.