A Scumbag Alpha Gets the Simp’s Script - Chapter 33

Pei Daowan pleaded, but she didn’t listen. Once an Alpha’s… were opened, she wanted to leave her… all over her.

Her arms felt like lead, and her lips were dry. Though they parted as if to speak, no sound came out. The mist in the corners of her eyes gathered into droplets once more, sliding down her cheeks and disappearing below.

Her entire body was weak, and she had utterly lost the strength to resist…

It was a long time before Pei Daowan faintly regained consciousness. She tried to prop herself up, but the soreness in her waist pulled her thoughts back to reality. She slumped back onto the bed, dazed for a long while before the memories of last night slowly trickled back.

She had been… pressed by Yu Jinzhao over and over again, as if it were never-ending. No matter if she begged for mercy or…, Yu Jinzhao remained iron-hearted and refused to let her go until she lost….

The ** hadn’t completely faded. With even a slight movement, soreness radiated through her entire body. She tried to speak, but her throat was dry, hoarse, and stinging.

For the first time, Pei Daowan experienced what it meant to “call to the heavens and receive no answer.”

What a scoundrel! That Yu Jinzhao truly deserves to die! She had been far too trusting.

What dissatisfied her most was that the girl was nowhere to be found. Use her and throw her away?

Just then, Yu Jinzhao pushed the door open, carrying a glass of water. Seeing Pei Daowan awake, her eyes went wide.

What followed was a look of utter panic—guilt was practically written across her face. Pei Daowan felt disdainful. Why the act now? Where was this concern last night when I told you to stop and you didn’t?

Yu Jinzhao walked tentatively to the bedside, hardly daring to look her in the eye. With her head lowered and her voice lacking confidence, she asked, “How are you? Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable? Maybe have some water first.”

Seeing that Pei Daowan remained silent, Yu Jinzhao hesitated for a long while before boldly helping her up, specifically placing a soft pillow behind her back.

Pei Daowan glanced at it. It wasn’t one of the two pillows from last night; those had been soaked and were unusable. The sheets were new, her body didn’t feel sticky, and she was neatly dressed in pajamas—clearly a clumsy attempt by someone to cover their tracks.

Considering that Yu Jinzhao had handled all the cleanup, Pei Daowan’s anger dissipated a tiny bit, though she remained deeply disgruntled.

Leaning against the headboard, she let Yu Jinzhao feed her half a glass of water. Finally, her throat felt a bit better—at least she could speak, though her voice was still raspy.

Seeing Pei Daowan remain silent, Yu Jinzhao grew even more frightened. She knelt half-way by the bed, restless and uneasy.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect things to be like that last night. I couldn’t help myself… I couldn’t control it at all, so…”

“Shut up!”

Pei Daowan snapped, humiliated and angry. She didn’t want to hear a single detail about last night.

Yu Jinzhao’s lips moved slightly, looking every bit the culprit. Her face was so full of sincerity and guilt that it made Pei Daowan look like she was being unreasonable.

After hesitating for a while, Yu Jinzhao was still worried about Pei Daowan’s physical state. After all, she truly had lost control last night and hadn’t shown much mercy.

“Um, I bought some ointment. It’s best to apply it, otherwise it will be uncomfortable… if it’s inconvenient for you to do it… I can…”

Yu Jinzhao stammered out the last part, her face turning completely red.

Pei Daowan glared at her coldly. She truly wished she could sew Yu Jinzhao’s mouth shut. If looks could kill, Yu Jinzhao would have died eight hundred times over.

“Get out!”

Unwilling to waste more words, Pei Daowan issued a direct dismissal. Yu Jinzhao was worried, but she didn’t dare stay, looking deeply conflicted.

“I’ve left the medicine here. If you need anything, call me anytime. I’ll be just outside. Don’t be angry; I’m going to make some hangover soup.”

Pei Daowan was utterly speechless. Talk about grasping at straws—is hangover soup even useful now? It’s pointless!

The door clicked shut, leaving the room silent. Pei Daowan could finally think calmly. she felt a bit chagrined; how did things turn out like this?

Initially, she just felt Yu Jinzhao’s character was reliable and intended to use her as a “reliever,” but the result… the result had completely exceeded her expectations!

In a voice like cracked ice, she called out: “System!”

The System jolted. It knew this was coming. Was there a more aggrieved system in the world than it? Not only did its Host not listen, but it didn’t even dare to speak up. It realized now that the Host couldn’t bring herself to be angry at Yu Jinzhao, so that anger was destined to be vented on the System.

In a trembling voice, it replied: “I’m here!” It had mentally prepared for a thunderstorm. Bring it on.

Pei Daowan had regained her composure, her tone heavy. “Was there a complete marking last night?”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, Host! Absolutely not. You can be completely at ease about that.”

“Fine. I know. You can go.”

That’s it?! The System was stunned. It had done all that mental preparation only for Pei Daowan to ask a single question. It had expected her to tear Yu Jinzhao apart and throw her to the sharks. It had even drafted a whole speech to persuade her! Yet she was so calm. This was too much favoritism toward Yu Jinzhao. It couldn’t take it.

However, Pei Daowan didn’t give it a chance to speak. With a single thought, she made it vanish. I hate Yu Jinzhao—

Pei Daowan tilted her head to look at the ointment on the nightstand. Her eyes were dark and unreadable, lost in thought for a long time.

After a while, she tentatively picked up the tube and squeezed a bit onto her fingertip. Aside from being cool, it felt like nothing. She hesitated, then decided to call Yu Jinzhao. Why should she be the only one suffering? Yu Jinzhao should suffer with her.

Outside the door, Yu Jinzhao hadn’t gone far. She was on high alert. The moment she heard her name, she dropped everything and rushed into the bedroom.

“What is it? What happened?”

Seeing Yu Jinzhao’s panicked face, Pei Daowan felt a fleeting sense of being pleased. She held the ointment, her tone superior. “You apply it.”

Yu Jinzhao took the tube with trembling hands, looking as if she were facing a great enemy or heading to the gallows. Noticing a trace of ointment on Pei Daowan’s fingertip, Yu Jinzhao took a wet wipe from the nightstand and cleaned the woman’s finger inside and out. Then, she cleaned her own fingers just as thoroughly, even showing them to Pei Daowan to “inspect her work.”

Pei Daowan’s gaze was a bit resentful. It was one thing for Yu Jinzhao to be handsome, but her fingers were also slender, strong, and well-defined. She had felt them last night, and now Yu Jinzhao was waving them in front of her face—it was hard not to feel like she was showing off.

I really want to chop her hands off!

Sensing the unfriendly gaze, Yu Jinzhao thought she was being too slow. she hurriedly squeezed out some ointment and spread it evenly on her fingertips.

Pei Daowan pursed her lips and reluctantly turned her back, revealing her slender frame and fragile neck. She brushed away her stray hairs with the back of her hand, exposing the red, swollen glands.

One look and Yu Jinzhao felt even more guilty. Setting aside the swelling, the area was covered in messy bite marks. Her porcelain skin was mottled with a decadent purple, interwoven with finger marks—she looked as if she had been mistreated.

Yu Jinzhao carefully applied the ointment around the glands, her fingertips moving in gentle, circular massages to speed up absorption.

“Hiss~”

The mix of coolness and stinging pain made Pei Daowan whimper. Specifically, the pressure from the massage brought a dull ache mixed with a tingling sensation that she found hard to endure.

“Sorry! Sorry! Is the pressure too heavy? I’ll go lighter.”

Pei Daowan didn’t speak. It wasn’t a matter of pressure; Yu Jinzhao’s technique was gentle enough. It was just that the glands, which had been repeatedly marked last night, were still extremely sensitive. Any external stimulus, however small, was unbearable.

Despite the soothing ointment, Pei Daowan felt no relief. It was okay when first applied, but as Yu Jinzhao’s fingers massaged the area, it felt increasingly difficult to handle. Without looking at the girl, she reached back and blocked her neck, her voice hoarse and restrained: “Alright, no more.”

Yu Jinzhao was consumed by guilt. Hearing that she couldn’t continue, she felt as if her world were ending. She knelt by the bed, still clutching the ointment. Her eyes, usually steady and bright, were now drooping and full of tears.

Pei Daowan truly had no defense against her. She could only soften her tone. “I… I’m much better. No need for more.”

Only then did Yu Jinzhao’s expression improve a tiny bit. For a second, Pei Daowan suspected she was doing it on purpose—acting piteous just to make her soften her heart.

Yu Jinzhao looked conflicted. After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked in a voice no louder than a mosquito’s buzz: “That… does that place… also need some medicine?”

Pei Daowan glared at her coldly, her expression fierce. she didn’t want to talk to her anymore.

Yu Jinzhao explained frantically: “I’m afraid it’s not good if the swelling there doesn’t go down… medicine will help it heal faster…”

Looking at her, Pei Daowan felt a sense of disconnect. Did the girl think she was that fragile? Or was she treating her like a child? The more she thought, the more annoyed she became, and she felt the urge to nitpick.

“Didn’t you say you were making hangover soup? Where is it?”

Yu Jinzhao slapped her own forehead, nearly forgetting. she had started it early and kept it on low heat to stay warm. She bounded downstairs and returned shortly with the soup. Her efficiency was something even Pei Daowan felt she couldn’t match.

Is she this passionate and energetic just because she’s a few years younger? she wondered. Even though last night was exhausting, she wasn’t the one doing the “heavy lifting,” yet Yu Jinzhao showed no signs of fatigue.

Recalling her own early twenties, she didn’t remember having this much energy. Besides being annoyed, she felt a hint of jealousy. I should send her to run a marathon, just to stop her from hovering around me with all that energy. It’s irritating.