After Being Clung to by a Gentle, Seductive Omega - Chapter 3

As if trying to distinguish her words, the Omega’s unfocused pupils slowly began to gather.

Ji Congyan stared at her without blinking, like a hunter lying in wait.

Not long after, the head in her arms gave a light, slow nod. In an instant, her marking teeth showed their sharp tips without restraint, instinctively following the source of the orchid-and-sandalwood fragrance.

With one hand, she turned Bo Shuang around and lifted away that carefully styled yet troublesome long hair.

The Omega gland was completely exposed.

A small, delicate patch lay across the back of her neck, with no trace of having been covered by a suppressant patch.

Compared with its normal state, it was now unusually flushed and full, emitting a delicate fragrance that was extremely enticing to an Alpha.

The Alpha was observing and admiring this small piece of Omega gland she was about to claim.

But with her back turned, the Omega did not know that. She only knew that the Alpha had not done as she wished, and the marking teeth had yet to fall after so long.

So she slowly nodded twice more.

This time, the movement was heavier, faintly carrying a hint of urging.

Yet the Alpha still did not fulfill the verbal promise they had just made—nodding meant she was willing.

Bo Shuang turned her head. Before she could see Ji Congyan’s eyes, the back of her neck suddenly heated up, and her gland was pierced without warning.

Pain swept through her entire body in an instant.

A faint, pained whimper spread through the air. Bo Shuang hurt so much she could hardly stand.

Ji Congyan, however, only lowered her head and bit down. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, without the slightest intention of helping the other woman stay steady.

Left with no choice, Bo Shuang could only instinctively support herself against the thigh behind her.

But she was soon pushed away mercilessly.

Although Ji Congyan was completely occupied by an Alpha’s wild instincts, she still retained that original, bone-deep awareness that could not tolerate physical contact with others.

She lifted her head from the back of Bo Shuang’s neck.

“Don’t touch.”

Her voice was dangerous, full of warning.

Then she buried her head again.

The light from the entryway ceiling fell over the two of them. The moisture in Bo Shuang’s eyes slowly gathered, and a single tear silently sank into the carpet.

……

The Alpha’s technique was exceptionally inexperienced.

Before her eyes, the Omega’s originally fair and beautiful nape gland was covered in bite marks. It had swollen so badly that its original shape could hardly be seen, looking frightening and fierce.

Bo Shuang had her back to her. Her smooth back rose and fell evenly, and the morning light fell over her bare fragrant shoulders.

She was still asleep.

A strange feeling brushed through Ji Congyan’s heart, but it quickly disappeared.

Her phone vibrated. Cen Sang had sent a message.

The blocking collars had arrived.

Blocking collars were used to block the pull that arose between an Alpha and an Omega during their special periods. The principle behind them was a pair of mutually repelling magnets. Their exterior was designed in the style of decorative chokers, worn around the neck.

Without blocking collars, an Alpha and Omega who had been pulled together would be unable to separate on their own and could only move while stuck to each other.

A small robot slowly appeared in Ji Congyan’s field of vision. On its tray lay a pair of plain meteorite-black collars.

They had some weight when held in the hand.

The higher the pheromone compatibility, the stronger the repelling force required, and the heavier the magnets would be.

This was a special model meant for a pheromone compatibility rate as high as 100%.

Click.

Ji Congyan put on the collar. She casually tossed the other one, and it flew past Bo Shuang’s shoulder, landing in front of her.

“You’re awake? Put on the blocking collar.”

“Could I trouble President Ji to help me put it on?”

Bo Shuang’s voice was very hoarse, yet it still carried her unique gentleness.

Ji Congyan said flatly, “Do you not have hands?”

Bo Shuang paused.

“President Ji, last night, you squeezed both my hands until they swelled.”

Calling them swollen might have been putting it nicely. The Alpha, who had completely fallen into her rut, had astonishing control and strength. She had restrained both of Bo Shuang’s wrists with one hand, leaving Bo Shuang with no choice but to let the other woman do as she pleased.

Her wrists were bruised and swollen, and her neck was covered in handprints from every direction. There were patches of blue and purple everywhere, and her fragrant shoulders were no exception.

Fragments of memory flashed through Ji Congyan’s mind.

She rubbed the space between her brows, silently retrieved the other collar, and put it on Bo Shuang.

The repelling force surpassed the attraction, and the feeling of being forced to stick to Bo Shuang disappeared.

Ji Congyan wrapped herself in a bath towel and got out of bed.

The instant she stepped into the bathroom, she saw the collar around her neck in the mirror.

Tsk.

This was the ugliest accessory she had ever worn, and its weight pressed against her neck.

Open disgust showed clearly in her eyes.

Ji Congyan took a careful, thorough shower. Only after tying the belt of her bathrobe did she walk out of the bathroom, steam curling around her.

The bathrobe covered her to the knees. As she walked, her long legs moved, faintly visible beneath the hem.

Even though the rut heat that had been forcibly triggered was still troubling her, and her marking teeth were restless, still wanting to bite something, she remained elegant and composed.

It was difficult to connect this face, elegant to the extreme, with the person who had bitten an Omega’s nape until it was red and swollen.

The collar around her neck was locked firmly in place.

She naturally sat down in front of the vanity and began her skincare routine.

She was serious and focused, not sparing the Omega on the bed a single glance, as if she were the only person in the room.

Half an hour later, Ji Congyan completed all the steps of her skincare routine. The condition of her facial skin was even better than before, fair with a healthy pink glow.

She had just gotten up and was about to go to the walk-in closet when she caught sight of Bo Shuang still there from the corner of her eye.

Bo Shuang was sitting against the headboard. The blanket was wrapped around her from below the collarbone. Two sets of evening gowns lay messily scattered by the bed, and a pair of high heels had fallen crookedly on the floor.

The handprints on her neck were eye-catching, though the blocking collar covered a small part of them.

Bo Shuang was looking at her. It was unknown how long she had been watching.

“For Director Wu’s project, Yu Chen won’t fight you for the lead role anymore.”

Ji Congyan paused, then opened her handbag. Her fingertips held a black-and-gold card, which she placed on the vanity.

“Have the mark cleaned, then find a caregiver to look after you until your body fully recovers.”

After giving those instructions, she turned and walked into the closet.

“President Ji.”

The voice behind her made her stop. Ji Congyan turned back, her expression slightly dark, as if reminding the other woman not to push her luck.

“What else do you want? Miss Bo, you might as well say it all at once.”

Bo Shuang shook her head and said gently, “I don’t want anything.”

Ji Congyan nodded indifferently, taking that only as a reserved way for Bo Shuang to maintain her public image.

“Mm. I’ll communicate with Wu Langli. The crew’s start date will be pushed back by a month and a half. That should be enough time for you to recover.”

After changing her clothes, Ji Congyan left without looking back.