After I Became A Scumbag Alpha, the Female Lead Omega and I Both Fell Hard (Transmigration Into A Novel) - Chapter 1

In the dim light, Song Chenxi’s eyes flew open, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

A gray diatom-mud wall filled her vision.

She stared at the tiny grains covering its surface as fine beads of sweat formed across her forehead.

A powerful jasmine fragrance flooded her nostrils.

It was sweet without being cloying, rich and pure.

But on closer inspection, the fragrance was far from simple.

It seemed capable of splitting into countless strands, each one carrying an overwhelming volume of information as it clamored and roared at her.

The next second, her entire body seemed to ignite. Scorching heat swept across every inch of her skin, awakening an addiction buried deep within her.

A swelling rush of excitement, so intense it threatened to burst, tore at her nerves.

Her entire body ached with the miserable soreness that followed a severe viral infection.

She opened her mouth and gasped for air, gritting her teeth as the urge to tear apart everything before her overwhelmed her.

Heat raced chaotically across the back of her neck like an electric current before spreading through her entire body. Every physical sensation was magnified without limit. She felt as though she were tangled in cotton one moment and rising and sinking amid ocean waves the next.

Then Song Chenxi was frightened by what she felt.

It was a sensation she had never experienced before.

Smooth and delicate as cream, soft and supple as silk.

Song Chenxi struggled to suppress the wicked fire steadily rising inside her and forced herself to lower her head. Only then did she see the girl in front of her.

Not a thread covered her snow-white body.

Long, straight black hair fell messily across her face, concealing her features.

The light was too dim for Song Chenxi to make out exactly what she looked like.

Only the tear tracks covering her face reflected a faint, crystalline gleam.

The girl’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably as she lay pliantly before Song Chenxi, as soft as spring water.

Every shy, breathy whimper revealed helplessness and despair.

As well as… submission and abject obedience.

Where am I?

Who is she?

What is happening between us?

Song Chenxi could not think clearly. Her reason was slowly being devoured as increasingly violent, wicked impulses surged inside her.

She felt like a ferocious beast about to break free from its cage, her mind consumed by the desire to tear apart and devour the prey before her.

Mark her.

Break her.

She belongs to you anyway. You’re supposed to trample all over her.

Her memories were in chaos, and those vicious words refused to leave her mind.

They even attempted to seize control of Song Chenxi’s original consciousness.

Unfamiliar images continually flashed through her mind, but she could not piece them together into a complete sequence. All that remained were obscene physical acts too indecent to look at.

Her head hurt.

It hurt more and more.

It felt as though it were about to split apart.

Song Chenxi pressed hard against her temples and gasped for air, her face flushed bright red.

She felt awful.

She had to leave.

Song Chenxi shook her head desperately and slapped herself across the face.

Summoning every last ounce of strength, she rose unsteadily to her feet and staggered toward the stairs, stumbling with every step.

She pushed open the white maple door at the top of the staircase, and powerful light instantly enveloped her.

Her head buzzed, and her vision blurred. As she fought against those overwhelming sensory urges, moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Song Chenxi collapsed onto the floor. Although her mind had cleared slightly, the unbearable pain tormenting her body had not diminished at all.

Sweat soaked her temples.

Through her blurred vision, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling and a luxurious crystal chandelier.

The fear brought on by everything unknown swallowed her whole.

Suddenly, she remembered.

After completing an operation that had lasted fourteen hours, she had gone into sudden cardiac arrest and died in a hospital corridor.

So was she in heaven now, or… hell?

While she was still trying to make sense of things, faint sobbing reached her ears, growing clearer as it drew closer.

The white maple door leading to the basement had not been shut. The girl’s cries, mingled with echoes, drifted throughout the first-floor hall.

Song Chenxi abruptly remembered the girl from earlier. Struggling to remain conscious, she followed the sound of crying back into the basement.

Using the light streaming in through the doorway, she located the light switch.

Click!

The entire basement lit up at once.

Song Chenxi nearly froze in horror at the sight before her.

The enormous basement contained only a burgundy leather armchair. Beside it stood two long, wide tables made of solid wood.

The ends of the tables rested against the wall. Dozens of densely packed lines had been written across the wall in black spray paint, filling the entire surface. Most of them were rules regulating behavior.

A girl sat with her head lowered, weeping. When the room was suddenly flooded with light, her sobs stopped for two seconds before turning into soft, tearful whimpers.

A thin curtain of long black hair covered her face. Her raised arms were nothing but skin and bone, without the slightest trace of flesh on them.

Her skin was indeed very pale, but it was the sickly pallor caused by prolonged malnutrition.

This scene seemed inexplicably familiar.

Had she… transmigrated into a novel?

Song Chenxi pinched the back of her hand.

It hurt.

She pinched herself again.

It really hurt.

So she truly had transmigrated into a novel.

Song Chenxi: “…”

All right, then.

She had transmigrated into the body of the deranged scumbag Alpha who shared her name in the erotic novel Twisted Love. The original book barely had a plot. Its hundreds of thousands of words consisted almost entirely of shameless moaning and explicit scenes, including every position two women could possibly use together.

The original Song Chenxi was the second daughter of a wealthy family. She had the face of an angel and the body of a devil. Her unique and exceptionally powerful pheromones could make every Omega within a hundred-li radius grow weak in the knees and enter heat. She was a top-tier Alpha whom everyone feared.

She took a fancy to a beautiful young Omega and wanted to possess her. But the Omega was preparing for the college entrance examination and had no interest in romance, so she rejected her without hesitation.

Humiliated and enraged, the original Song Chenxi sought out the Omega’s parents. Those beasts, eager to ingratiate themselves with the rich and powerful, immediately forced their daughter to abandon her education and delivered her straight into Song Chenxi’s bed.

Once she had obtained the Omega, the original Song Chenxi revealed her cruel and perverted nature. Regardless of whether the Omega was in heat, she tormented her until she hovered between life and death and could not get out of bed.

In the world of this novel, an Omega in heat would die without the soothing pheromones of an Alpha.

Likewise, an Omega who was not in heat could also die if an Alpha’s pheromones forcibly invaded her body.

After repeatedly attempting and failing to escape, the pitiful Omega finally had her legs broken and could never stand again. Not long afterward, the original Song Chenxi and several of her closest cronies abused her to death.

Later, an anti-violence investigation organization exposed the original Song Chenxi’s crimes. Her business subsequently failed, and everyone around her abandoned her. She was eventually arrested on numerous charges and died miserably in prison.

No, thank you!

Wasn’t staying alive wonderful?

If the protagonist had not shared her exact name, and if Song Chenxi’s coworkers had not enthusiastically recommended the book to her, she never would have opened this unparalleled work of depravity—not even after eight hundred lifetimes.

She adjusted her breathing and took a moment to calm herself. As she approached the girl, she removed her coat and gently draped it over the girl’s battered body. Then she carefully lifted her into her arms.

The person in her embrace was unexpectedly, almost excessively, light.

The pure yet alluring sweetness wafting from the girl smelled wonderful. It battered Song Chenxi’s nerves again and again, and the wicked impulses still lingering inside her nearly blew the top off her skull.

Sweat covered Song Chenxi’s forehead, and her heartbeat accelerated. She bit her lower lip until it nearly bled, yet still fought against her body’s instincts as she carried the girl out of the basement and gently placed her on the living-room sofa.

The instant the girl touched the sofa, she curled herself into a tiny ball, her body soft and seemingly boneless.

She pressed her lips tightly together, too frightened to cry aloud. The wounds and red marks covering her body were horrifying to behold.

Song Chenxi frowned slightly. Looking at the small, helpless girl, she felt terribly sorry for her.

Was the original Song Chenxi some kind of beast? How could she bear to treat such an adorable girl so cruelly? she thought.

Song Chenxi cleared her throat, then asked with concern, “It must hurt terribly, doesn’t it? Don’t be afraid. It’s over now. I won’t hurt you. Rest here for a moment while I find you some clothes, all right?”

Suddenly, the girl’s trembling fingers clutched the cuff of Song Chenxi’s shirt.

“A-Aren’t we… going to continue?” she asked in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.

Her voice was beautiful—gentle and soft, like a delicious marshmallow from a jar of sweets. Just hearing it filled one’s heart with sweetness.

When Song Chenxi recovered from her daze, one of her eyebrows involuntarily rose. Her peach-blossom eyes blinked rapidly, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

Continue what?

Although she knew the novel’s general plot, she had been single since birth for all twenty-five years of her life. She had absolutely no practical experience!

She smiled helplessly.

“No.”

The moment the word left her mouth, the Omega burst into tears and curled herself into an even smaller ball.

“M-Master… I-I’m sorry.”

Huh? What? Master?

Song Chenxi could have wept from sheer weariness.

Such an aggressively sadistic form of address… was entirely unnecessary.

A few strands of hair fell across Song Chenxi’s vision, so she raised a hand and tucked them behind her ear.

It was the simplest movement imaginable, yet even that appeared terrifying in the Omega’s eyes.

She violently recoiled, lowering her head even further. Trembling uncontrollably, she did not dare look up again, like someone experiencing a trauma response after prolonged abuse.

“I-I’m sorry. I was wrong. P-Please don’t hit me!”