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

She had triggered her allergy just to appease her fiancée, yet she came to Yu Mianzhou to have the medicine applied?

Yu Mianzhou could not tell whether the scent belonged to her own pheromones or whether Jiang Zhi had also used mint-scented body wash.

All she knew was that the crisp mint fragrance in the air had become entangled with another sweet lychee scent. The two aromas intertwined and flooded her nose, so cloyingly sweet that her scalp tingled.

As though possessed, Yu Mianzhou picked up the ointment and twisted off the cap.

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

The rosy patches caused by her allergic reaction stood out vividly against the pale skin along her collarbones, like several touches of rouge scattered across snow, lending her a sickly sensuality.

Her long black hair spilled messily down her back. As she shifted, the slender line of her waist dipped slightly, delicate as a willow branch that might snap with a single bend.

Then it rose into a breathtaking curve where her body grew fuller, glowing beneath the light with a ripe, lethally innocent allure.

Yu Mianzhou squeezed out some of the cool ointment and pressed it expressionlessly against the reddened skin.

Her brows lowered as her fingertips traveled inch by inch along the beautiful line of Jiang Zhi’s spine, spreading the medicine evenly.

She would rather suffer herself than upset her fiancée, even eating the mango Gu Wanlan had fed her.

How touching.

Yu Mianzhou’s hand exerted slightly more pressure.

The contrast between the ointment’s chill and the warmth of her fingertips made Jiang Zhi’s body tremble uncontrollably.

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

Suddenly, Jiang Zhi raised a hand and caught the wrist Yu Mianzhou was using to apply the medicine.

Her warm fingertips stroked idly over the bones of Yu Mianzhou’s wrist, as though soothing her—or perhaps deliberately starting a fire.

Yu Mianzhou’s movements did not pause in the slightest.

Like an emotionless machine, she methodically finished applying the ointment.

“It’s done.”

She replaced the cap, her voice so flat that no emotion could be heard.

“You can leave now.”

Instead, Jiang Zhi lifted her fingers and pinched Yu Mianzhou’s chin, forcing her to look directly at her.

Her voice was light and soft, each word carrying a hook.

“Do you truly want me to leave?”

Yu Mianzhou could feel her body temperature rising.

Just like three years ago.

Whenever Jiang Zhi argued with Jiang Yingqiu, was confined to her room, became irritated, or was simply in a bad mood, she would come looking for Yu Mianzhou.

As though dragging Yu Mianzhou down with her and drowning together in the turbulent sea of desire was her only means of escape.

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

She had learned to distinguish lies.

She had learned not to be bewitched.

She had learned to say no to Jiang Zhi.

The doctor’s warning still echoed in her ears. She had differentiated too late, and her pheromones were extremely unstable. Once tempted by an Omega, there was a very real possibility she would lose control.

Remembering this, she turned her head away.

An unmistakable rejection.

The gesture was like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the trace of desire that had begun to stir in Jiang Zhi’s eyes.

Jiang Zhi stared at Yu Mianzhou’s profile.

Then she suddenly smiled, her gaze turning hollow and deranged.

“Yu Mianzhou, are you pretending we’re strangers now?”

Her fingers brushed over the edge of the desk, every word like a needle dipped in poison.

“Have you forgotten how skillfully your hands used to undo my buttons? Have you forgotten how you used to bite my collarbones? Have you forgotten how, on this very desk, you… made me soak your homework?”

With a deafening crash, certain memories returned without the slightest warning.

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

One rainy night during finals week in their first year of university, Yu Mianzhou had been rushing to finish an assignment.

Jiang Zhi had walked into the room just like this and begun taking off her coat right in front of her.

For once, Yu Mianzhou had not indulged her. She told Jiang Zhi they could do it after she finished her assignment.

The hand Jiang Zhi had slipped beneath the hem of her shirt paused.

She verbally agreed, yet immediately turned around and licked Yu Mianzhou’s palm until it was warm and wet before continuing slowly up her arm.

Her toes hooked around Yu Mianzhou’s leg, neither too lightly nor too forcefully, again and again, wearing down her concentration until she became restless and distracted.

In the end, the younger Yu Mianzhou had failed to resist the temptation.

Under Jiang Zhi’s coaxing, she had half-reluctantly lifted her onto the desk.

After that, everything spiraled out of control.

Her assignment was completely soaked. She failed to submit it on time and nearly failed the course.

Only from that day onward did Yu Mianzhou finally understand.

With Jiang Zhi, there was no such thing as whether something was good or whether someone agreed.

There was only whether Jiang Zhi wanted it.

Unfortunately, not long after Yu Mianzhou grasped this rule, she was driven overseas.

Country Y experienced a rainy season lasting nearly half the year.

She often stood by her apartment window, gazing at the endless lines of rain outside, yet she did not know what she was entitled to remember.

Nor in what capacity she could remember it.

And now, the very person responsible was once again sitting in her arms.

Yu Mianzhou felt her breathing fall into disarray.

The mint fragrance in the air also wavered with her movements, nearly slipping beyond her control.

She forced herself to calm down, lowered her eyes, and met Jiang Zhi’s smiling gaze.

Her voice was cold as ice.

“Yes. I’ve forgotten all of it.”

With those few words, the smile on Jiang Zhi’s face cooled inch by inch.

Her thumb pressed down with deliberate malice and began grinding mercilessly against Yu Mianzhou’s lower lip.

Her touch was heavy and vicious, rubbing the flesh until it became bright red, as though blood might drip from it.

“Forgotten?”

She repeated the word faintly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

“Yu Mianzhou, how could you possibly forget?”

As she spoke, her fingers slid from Yu Mianzhou’s chin to the side of her ear.

Her voice was soft as a ghost’s whisper.

“Does this room look familiar?”

“I specifically ordered the servants to move every single thing from your old room up here. Not one item was left behind.”

“I preserved everything for you. Yet not only are you ungrateful, you actually dare to… provoke me.”

As she spoke, she slowly leaned closer.

The sweet lychee fragrance closed around Yu Mianzhou like an airtight net.

It was so sugary that it made her scalp go numb.

Yu Mianzhou’s reason began to crumble piece by piece.

For one fleeting instant, an image appeared in her mind—

She tore away the lychee’s shell in only a few movements, then bit into its soft, fragrant flesh like a wild beast that had spent centuries thirsting in the desert, devouring the sweet fruit as its juice overflowed.

Surely that would send her entire body, even her very soul, drifting into bliss.

The surging desire threw her senses into chaos.

More terrifying still, that chaos was entirely beyond her control.

The sensation of losing command of herself made Yu Mianzhou suffocate.

She abruptly shoved Jiang Zhi away and nearly stumbled toward the bedside cabinet, wrenching open the drawer and searching through it frantically.

She remembered putting the special medication Joyce had brought inside!

The contents of the drawer were soon thrown into complete disarray.

At last, her fingertips touched the cold blister pack.

Yu Mianzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

She was about to tear open the foil when a slender hand seized her wrist—

The entire packet was snatched away in the next second.

The world spun.

A force shoved Yu Mianzhou backward onto the bed. Her back struck the soft mattress and sank into it.

Jiang Zhi spread her legs and straddled her directly.

Looking down from above.

“You surely haven’t forgotten these bedsheets.”

Jiang Zhi waved the medicine in her hand, a gentle smile curving across her lips.

“How many times have we done it on top of them?”

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

The crisp mint fragrance in the air could no longer be contained and nearly began to boil.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Yu Mianzhou’s voice was terribly hoarse, her suppressed panting audible beneath the words.

“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 Yu Mianzhou when she was this hot before.

Suddenly, she bent down, her warm breath spilling against the shell of Yu Mianzhou’s ear.

Then she swept the long hair away from the back of her own neck, exposing the pale, vulnerable gland beneath.

A dense Omega fragrance flooded the entire room, carrying a fatal temptation.

“Break up with that woman.”

Jiang Zhi’s lips nearly touched her ear, each word accompanied by a fragrant breath.

“Then I’ll let you bite me once.”

“All right?”

The words were like feathers lightly scraping across Yu Mianzhou’s taut nerves.

Jiang Zhi knew Yu Mianzhou’s body.

She knew exactly where the switch was.

That summer, the two of them had been like a venomous snake and a twisting vine. Though they were not even the same species, they had still tangled tightly together beneath the dim shade, obsessive and forbidden.

Jiang Zhi’s fingers slid toward Yu Mianzhou’s earlobe and kneaded it twice, neither lightly nor heavily.

“Mm…”

A breathless sound escaped Yu Mianzhou’s throat before she could suppress it.

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

Although the excessive Alpha pheromones in the air had also weakened her entire body, an inexplicable stubbornness remained in her gaze, demanding that the person before her submit.

Yu Mianzhou’s reason finally snapped completely.

Only one thought remained in her mind.

Mark her.

Possess her.

She suddenly flipped them over and pinned Jiang Zhi tightly against the bed.

Through the thin silk nightdress, she lowered her head and bit into the softness beneath.

The layer of fabric blurred the sensation, yet somehow made it even more frenzied.

The mattress dipped beneath them as Yu Mianzhou leaned closer, her shadow entirely enveloping the woman below.

She sucked almost greedily, drawing in the fragrance capable of calming her.

Jiang Zhi did not resist at all.

Instead, she actively wrapped her long, slender legs around Yu Mianzhou.

Just before Yu Mianzhou lost control even more completely, the tip of her tongue encountered the faint obstruction of fabric.

Her movements abruptly stopped.

As though suddenly awakening, she shoved Jiang Zhi away.

She climbed unsteadily from the bed, snatched the medication from Jiang Zhi’s hand, and swallowed a tablet dry without even taking the time to find water.

The pill scraped painfully down her throat, leaving a bitter sting.

The effect was almost immediate.

The heat gradually receded, and her rationality returned.

Yu Mianzhou knelt there, panting, and looked toward the woman on the bed, whose eyes were damp and luminous, whose brows and the corners of her eyes were flushed crimson.

Then she lowered her gaze toward her own dark pajama trousers.

When she saw the wet stain upon them, Yu Mianzhou’s mind began to buzz.

Only then did she realize that Jiang Zhi had been wearing nothing beneath her nightdress.

The dizziness in her head intensified.

She clenched her teeth.

“Get out of my room!”

Jiang Zhi’s breathing also gradually steadied.

She remained silent on the bed for several seconds, seemingly surprised that Yu Mianzhou possessed enough self-control to stop.

Only when the bitten fabric of her nightdress, dampened with saliva, allowed a chill to spread across her chest did she unhurriedly gather the neckline closed and cover the provocative sight beneath.

“Are you really that unwilling to break up with her?”

Her voice was so quiet that it merely circled once through the air before disappearing.

Yu Mianzhou’s temples throbbed violently. The aftermath of the pheromone overload made her head feel as though it were splitting apart.

She had not heard clearly.

“What?”

Jiang Zhi sat up and walked barefoot toward Yu Mianzhou, her feet as pale and lustrous as jade.

Her beautiful eyes remained fixed upon her.

“You’ve certainly become impressive, Yu Mianzhou.”

She had pushed Jiang Zhi away twice in a single evening.

Jiang Zhi lifted a hand as though she meant to touch her, but stopped midway.

When she spoke again, she had returned to being the lofty eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

“I came here to warn you. Since you’ve returned, behave yourself and don’t go insane.”

Yu Mianzhou found it absurd.

“Who is insane?”

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Jiang Zhi.

“If we’re discussing insanity, who in this family could possibly surpass you?”

Her fingernails dug fiercely into the soft carpet as she spoke, enunciating every word.

“My blessing for you and Miss Gu was sincere.”

“Sincere?”

Jiang Zhi laughed aloud.

“You had better not let me catch another opportunity…”

She moved close to Yu Mianzhou, lowering her voice until only the two of them could hear.

“To drive you out again.”

“You’re nothing more than some thing living under my family’s roof. Don’t take yourself too seriously.”

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the room without looking back.

A breeze from the night gently pushed the door closed behind her.

The cloying lychee fragrance had yet to disperse from the air.

It continued winding around Yu Mianzhou’s nose, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

Jiang Zhi had always been this way.

She spoke and acted entirely according to her own wishes—obsessive and utterly single-minded. Playing with other people’s destinies required no more effort from her than turning over her palm.

And Yu Mianzhou had always remained trapped within Jiang Zhi’s grasp.