After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, Both the Heroine and I Fell Hard (Transmigration) - Chapter 1

In the dim light, Song Chenxi’s eyes snapped open as she gasped for air. Before her was a gray diatom mud wall. Staring at the tiny grains on the surface, fine beads of sweat broke out across her forehead.

A thick scent of jasmine pierced her nasal cavity. The scent was sweet but not cloying—rich and pure. Upon closer “tasting,” the fragrance was complex. It felt as if it could be decomposed into thousands of individual threads, each carrying a massive, overwhelming amount of information—shouting, roaring.

In the next second, her entire body felt like it had been set ablaze. A scorching heat seared every inch of her skin, hooking into a deep addiction within her body. A sense of excitement, expanded to the point of bursting, tore at her nerves.

Her body ached with the agonizing discomfort that follows a viral flu. She opened her mouth to breathe in gulps of air, her teeth gritted with a feral urge to shred everything in sight.

Heat surged like an electric current at the back of her neck, then spread throughout her body. Her physical sensations were infinitely magnified; she felt as though she were tangling with cotton one moment and drifting through ocean waves the next.

Then, Song Chenxi was struck with terror. It was a sensation she had never encountered before—smooth as cream, soft as silk.

Enduring the rising “evil fire” in her heart, she forced herself to look down. Only then did she see the girl before her.

She was bare, her body snow-white. Long, straight black hair was scattered over her face, obscuring her features. The light was too dim to see her face clearly; only the tear stains across her cheeks shimmered with a faint, crystalline light.

The girl’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably as she sat slumped before Song Chenxi like soft spring water. Every shy, soft murmur revealed helplessness and despair… as well as humility and submission.

Where am I? Who is she? What is happening between us?

Song Chenxi couldn’t think straight. Her rationality was being devoured bit by bit, replaced by an ever-intensifying surge of dark impulses. Like a beast about to break out of its cage, her mind was filled with the sole desire to bite and devour the prey before her.

“Mark her.”

“Break her.”

“She’s yours anyway; she deserves to be trampled by you.”

Her memories were a mess, and these malicious words wouldn’t leave her head. They even tried to colonize Song Chenxi’s original consciousness. Strange images flashed in her mind, but they didn’t form a coherent plot—only fragments of unspeakable, suggestive body language.

Her head throbbed. The pain intensified as if her skull were splitting open. Song Chenxi pressed her temples hard, panting heavily, her face flushed crimson.

It was unbearable. She had to leave.

Song Chenxi shook her head violently and slapped her own cheeks. Summoning every ounce of strength, she stood up shakily and staggered toward the stairs.

Pushing open the white maple door at the top of the stairs, a flood of bright light instantly enveloped her. Her head buzzed, and her vision blurred. In her struggle against the powerful sensory obsession, her eyes welled up.

Song Chenxi collapsed onto the floor. Though her consciousness was slightly clearer, the unyielding pain in her body hadn’t faded. Sweat soaked her hair at the temples. In her blurry vision, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling and a luxurious crystal chandelier.

Fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. Suddenly, she remembered: after finishing a fourteen-hour surgery, she had suffered a cardiac arrest and died in the hospital corridor.

So, was she in Heaven now, or… Hell?

As she wondered, the sound of soft sobbing drifted toward her from a distance. The white maple door to the basement hadn’t been closed, and the cries echoed through the first-floor hall.

Song Chenxi suddenly remembered the girl from before. Forcing her consciousness to hold on, she followed the sound back down to the basement. Using the light spilling in from the doorway, she found the light switch.

Click—!

The entire basement flooded with light. Song Chenxi was nearly paralyzed by the sight.

The massive basement contained only a single burgundy leather sofa and two long, wide solid wood tables. The tables were pushed against a wall covered in dozens of lines of black spray-painted text—mostly “rules of conduct.”

A girl sat with her head hanging, weeping. Her crying paused for two seconds due to the sudden brightness before turning into soft, tearful whimpers. Her thin black hair draped over her face, and her raised hands were bone-thin, lacking any bit of fat. Her skin was indeed white, but it was the sickly pallor caused by chronic malnutrition.

This scene was hauntingly familiar.

Did she… transmigrate into a book?

Song Chenxi pinched the back of her hand. It hurt. She pinched it again. It really hurt.

So, she really had transmigrated.

Song Chenxi: “…” Well, then.

She had transmigrated as the eponymous perverted “Scum Alpha” in a web novel titled Distorted Love. The original book had almost no plot; its 100,000+ words were nothing but smut, covering every possible position you could imagine between two girls.

The original host was the second daughter of a tycoon. With an angelic face and a devilish body, her unique and powerful pheromones could make any Omega within a hundred miles go into heat—she was a “Top Alpha” feared by everyone.

She had set her sights on a beautiful young Omega and wanted to claim her. However, the Omega was preparing for her college entrance exams and had no interest in romance, so she rejected her. Infuriated, the original host found the girl’s parents. To curry favor with the powerful, the “beastly” parents forced the Omega to drop out and sent her to the Alpha’s bed. Once she had the Omega, the original host revealed her cruel, perverted nature, torturing her regardless of whether she was in heat or not.

In this world, an Omega in heat would die without an Alpha’s pheromones to soothe them. Conversely, an Omega not in heat could also die if an Alpha’s pheromones were forcibly forced upon them. After failed escape attempts, the poor Omega’s legs were broken, and she was eventually played to death by the Alpha and her circle of friends. Later, a violence investigation task force exposed the Alpha’s crimes, leading to her downfall and a miserable death in prison.

No way!

Isn’t it better to just live a good life?

If it weren’t for the fact that the protagonist shared her name and her colleagues had recommended it so aggressively, Song Chenxi would never have clicked on this depraved book in eight hundred lifetimes.

She adjusted her breathing. After calming down slightly, she took off her jacket as she walked over. She gently draped it over the girl’s bruised body and carefully lifted her in a bridal carry.

The person in her arms was unexpectedly, heartbreakingly light.

The girl’s “pure and sweet” scent was incredibly pleasant, hitting Song Chenxi’s nerves repeatedly. The lingering dark impulses nearly blew the top off her head. Her face was drenched in sweat and her heart raced; she bit her lip until it almost bled, but she still suppressed her instincts, carried the girl out of the basement, and laid her gently on the living room sofa.

As soon as she touched the sofa, the girl curled into a tiny ball. Her lips were pressed tight, not daring to make a sound, but the bruises and red marks across her skin were staggering.

Song Chenxi’s brow furrowed. Looking at this weak, helpless girl, her heart ached. The original host must have been a beast; how could anyone have the heart to be so cruel to such a cute girl?

Song Chenxi cleared her throat and asked with concern, “It must hurt a lot, right? Don’t be afraid, it’s over. I won’t hurt you. Rest for a bit while I go find you some clothes, okay?”

Suddenly, the girl’s trembling hand pinched the sleeve of Song Chenxi’s shirt. In a voice so small it was almost inaudible, she asked: “Are we… not continuing?”

Her voice was lovely—soft and light, like a marshmallow from a candy jar.

Coming back to her senses, Song Chenxi’s eyebrows twitched upward. Her “peach blossom” eyes blinked rapidly, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Continue what?

Even though she knew the general plot of the novel, as someone who had been single for twenty-five years, she was completely incompetent when it came to “practical application”!

She gave a helpless smile. “No.”

The moment the words left her mouth, the Omega burst into tears, curling up even smaller. “Ma—Master, I’m… I’m sorry.”

Huh? What? Master?

Song Chenxi felt like weeping. Such a “dominant” title… was really not necessary.

As a few strands of hair fell into her eyes, Song Chenxi raised her hand to tuck them behind her ear. Even this simplest of gestures was terrifying to the Omega. She flinched violently, burying her head even lower, trembling and not daring to look up—a clear stress response from long-term abuse.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong! Please… please don’t hit me!”