A Scumbag Alpha Gets the Simp’s Script - Chapter 32

Upon entering, neither of them turned on the lights. The room was pitch black. Yu Jinzhao half-carried her, falling onto the bed; the muffled sound of the impact sent a jolt through Pei Daowan’s body and mind.

“Do you know how?” Pei Daowan asked, biting her tongue and holding onto her last shred of logic.

Receiving no verbal answer, Yu Jinzhao simply lowered her head and kept nuzzling into her embrace. Pei Daowan let out a sigh and proactively arched her body toward Yu Jinzhao.

“I have no strength left. Put a pillow under me.”

Yu Jinzhao complied, placing two pillows beneath her. This caused Pei Daowan’s waist to arch upward instantly, supported by the pillows like a crescent bridge.

“Use your canines to bite into my glands. Not too deep…”

Yu Jinzhao still didn’t respond. The only sound was the heavy breathing in her ear. It took a long while before a dry, rasping voice spoke.

“Who am I…?”

Pei Daowan’s thoughts were in a mess. She couldn’t immediately process why Yu Jinzhao was obsessing over such a question at a time like this. She was just grateful the darkness hid her disheveled state.

One of her hands led Yu Jinzhao’s to her own waist, while the other tilted the girl’s chin up. “I know who you are, and I know exactly what I’m doing. So, stop with the nonsense, alright…?”

Having received Pei Daowan’s command, Yu Jinzhao’s nuzzling head finally paused for a heartbeat. Then, like a beast completely unleashed, she showed no further hesitation. She leaned down to half-lift Pei Daowan and suddenly flipped her over.

The slender, fragile back was now exposed without cover to the Alpha’s hands. Yu Jinzhao needed only one hand to pin her waist.

“Hiss—!”

Without any warning, Pei Daowan felt a stinging pain at the nape of her neck. Yu Jinzhao’s teeth had sunk in.

“Don’t rush…”

Exerting a final effort to focus, Pei Daowan turned off all the remaining light sources in the room. Instantly, only faint moonlight filtered through the curtains, revealing the rough outlines of their forms.

Yu Jinzhao seemed a bit impatient, her hands tugging at the long dress with movements that were urgent and unpracticed. The straps slipped lower and lower, revealing her straight collarbones and the curve of her shoulders.

It was unclear whether Yu Jinzhao truly didn’t know the proper way to alleviate a heat cycle or if she was intentionally tormenting Pei Daowan. Regardless, Pei Daowan was suffering even more now. Suspended in mid-air by Yu Jinzhao, neither up nor down, her breathing grew heavier, her pale fingertips white-knuckled as she gripped the edge of the bed.

“Yu Jinzhao!”

Pei Daowan was truly getting angry, her words hissed through gritted teeth. Even if it was Yu Jinzhao’s first time, it was her first time too—wasn’t this torture miserable for both of them!

Yu Jinzhao acted as if she were mute, saying nothing, only continuing to tease her. The glands at the nape of her neck were bitten several times, but she was never given the release she craved.

Pei Daowan gripped the sheets, wrinkling them and letting go, over and over. Her knuckles were white, and the veins on the back of her hands stood out. She had little strength to begin with, and Yu Jinzhao’s inaction was rapidly draining what was left.

“You scoundrel!” Yu Jinzhao is truly impossible!

Yu Jinzhao finally spoke, her voice low, hoarse, and slurred: “Good Sister, I don’t know how… will you teach me…?”

A breath caught in Pei Daowan’s throat; she really wanted to strangle her. How could she not know how!

If she didn’t know how, how could she be tossing her around like this? If she didn’t know how, how could she have her pinned there in such a state!

Her skin involuntarily flushed a deep crimson. Her expression remained stubborn, but her eyes were vulnerable and helpless, as if she were sinking into a depth from which she could not escape.

“Yu Jinzhao…” Pei Daowan bit her lip, unable to stop her voice from going hoarse, her tone filled with a mix of frustration and desperation.

She felt like a traveler in the desert—parched, thirsty, and repeatedly deceived by a mirage. Along with the increasingly intense pheromones, the sensation climbed toward a peak.

The alcohol she had drunk earlier seemed to steam within her body. She was burning inside and out. Her usually clear, cold eyes were now fractured with light, shimmering with an alluring crimson.

The room was pitch black save for the moonlight. Yu Jinzhao couldn’t see clearly, but if there were light, she would see those usually indifferent eyes flooded with a spring-like warmth…

Yu Jinzhao hovered near the glands for several moments and then released her hands. Pei Daowan froze; without the support, she lost all strength.

In the darkness, someone seemed to chuckle, a teasing and flirtatious sound: “Sister, you don’t seem to be doing so well~”

Pei Daowan: “…”

She was truly regretting this now. She hadn’t expected Yu Jinzhao to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing—acting so honest normally, yet turning into this different creature now.

Annoyance rose in her heart. Is this really Yu Jinzhao’s first time? She’s torturing me so much, is she not suffering too!

At this thought, Pei Daowan found a sudden burst of strength. She grabbed Yu Jinzhao’s collar, flipped her over with force, and pinned her beneath her.

Ignoring the fact that Yu Jinzhao had clearly given her a helping hand during the flip, the transition was almost perfect.

The smile and indulgence in Yu Jinzhao’s eyes hadn’t faded; even in the dark, they shone brightly as she gazed up at Pei Daowan. Inexplicably, Pei Daowan felt her momentum soften significantly.

Angered, she broke free of Yu Jinzhao’s grip, straddling the Alpha’s waist. One hand held her collar while the other pinned Yu Jinzhao’s hand to the sheet. She spoke fiercely:

“Tell me! Is this really your first time? Why are you so skilled?”

Yu Jinzhao tried to lean in to coax her, but Pei Daowan held her immobile. She happily cooperated, her face full of smiles.

“It really is the first time. It’s just… Good Sister, you’re a bit more ‘fragile’ than I imagined. I thought you’d last longer.”

“Yu Jinzhao!!! Do you want to die?”

Pei Daowan was furious. She crooked a leg, intending to kick Yu Jinzhao off the bed.

Yu Jinzhao took the opportunity to pull those legs into her embrace, letting Pei Daowan lean against her. She coaxed her softly: “Good Sister~ I was wrong. Give me another chance, okay? I’ll be good this time, I promise.”

The desire within her hadn’t dissipated; if anything, Yu Jinzhao’s teasing made it harder to bear. But out of pride, she didn’t want to bow her head. She could only vent her frustration by burying her face in Yu Jinzhao’s collarbone and biting down hard.

“Ah—!”

Yu Jinzhao endured the sting and pulled Pei Daowan into her arms. While Pei Daowan was busy biting her, she completely removed the long dress that was hanging loosely at her waist. Yu Jinzhao had to use every ounce of self-control to keep the situation from spiraling out of control.

Pei Daowan looked up, her hair falling messily over her shoulders. Even though she had been the one biting Yu Jinzhao, her own lips looked swollen and red as if she were the one being bullied. Despite her best efforts at restraint, gasps escaped her lips.

Yu Jinzhao continued to coax her: “Alright, alright. Don’t be angry anymore, okay? I’ll be gentle this time. I won’t tease you on purpose anymore. Trust me.”

Perhaps her reason had vanished, or perhaps Yu Jinzhao’s voice was too doting—combined with her usual “gentlemanly” facade—but Pei Daowan’s guard dropped significantly. She gave a faint nod.

Though the movement was slight, Yu Jinzhao felt it. She couldn’t help a sly smile.

She continued her slow persuasion: “Will Sister move on her own? I’m afraid I won’t know my own strength and might make Sister uncomfortable.”

Pei Daowan didn’t think much of it now. she just wanted this to end. If Yu Jinzhao didn’t act soon, she was truly going to take a cold shower and put on a suppressant patch.

Unable to think clearly, she ultimately believed Yu Jinzhao’s sweet talk. She lightly bit her lower lip, her hand moving from where she had been pinning the girl to resting on her own waist.

“Pei Daowan!”

In the darkness, an unknown sigh of contentment sounded. Yu Jinzhao finally moved, pulling Pei Daowan into her arms with a posture that was both gentle and possessive.

Heartbeats synchronized as they pressed together. Yu Jinzhao’s clothes weren’t completely gone—though she wore a shirt, the interior was empty, yet it was still in the way. The friction between fabric and skin created a rustling sound, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. Pei Daowan was the first to lose her patience; her trembling hands reached out to unbutton Yu Jinzhao’s shirt.

Yu Jinzhao tilted her head slightly, her eyes unblinking. Right there was Pei Daowan’s glands… the pheromones were overwhelming.

An emotion she had never felt before surfaced in Yu Jinzhao’s heart. She suddenly felt a wave of tenderness. She leaned her head, her teeth hovering near the glands several times, hesitant to bite down.

Sweat beads increased. The lines of her abdomen moved with her breath. Yu Jinzhao was a bit distracted…

Pei Daowan was losing her strength. Her waist dipped and her legs felt too weak to support her. The pillows placed earlier finally served their purpose; with their help, Pei Daowan had nowhere to run.

Finally, the teeth sank into the glands. The sensation deepened as a large amount of pheromones was injected into her system. Pei Daowan’s whole body trembled; a feeling she had never experienced shot through her.

Perhaps a “climax” truly was like death in its ability to bring one to the peak… That was Pei Daowan’s only thought at the moment.

“Yu Jinzhao…”

Pei Daowan seemed to particularly enjoy calling her name during this act—sometimes through gritted teeth, sometimes as a plea for mercy.

Outside the window, the moon hung high. The river breeze, carrying a hint of moisture, drifted into the room and gently swayed the screen, blowing across their hearts…

It was still quite difficult. Pei Daowan hissed in pain, struggling, reaching out a hand to grab Yu Jinzhao as if to punish her, but it seemed to turn into an encouragement instead.

“Don’t! No… more…”

Imagine the feeling of a roller coaster—the sudden drop from the peak and the accompanying weightlessness. Imagine the waves of a dark sea, turbulent and overpowering, washing away all traces of human passage in a never-ending boil. The raging wind, the feeling of being swept away with no anchor—a loss of control that transcended order.

On one side was the fall of logic; on the other, the indulgence of the body. In this back-and-forth struggle, Pei Daowan truly felt herself nearing the edge of death.

“Yu… Jinzhao!”

Author’s Note:

Just let it be destroyed. I’ve edited it countless times; just make do with this for now. The “lock” was too strong. [Melting]