After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, My Omega Underwent a Second Differentiation - Chapter 2

The air conditioner had already been set to the lowest temperature, yet the room only grew more and more stifling, like the rainy season. That little bit of rain could not penetrate the scorching ground and cool it from the roots. Instead, it wrapped the high temperature inside the rainwater, making everything damp, muggy, and sticky.

The rich, fragrant place she had imagined would appear after piercing through the obstruction did not release even the slightest floral scent. All she drew in was the fragrance of soil and the sweet freshness of morning dew. That tiny trace of floral scent remained trapped inside the seed, wrapped up tightly, refusing to leak out even a little.

The hunter licked her prey.

Originally, she thought she would be able to feast to her heart’s content, but after tearing away the disguise, she discovered that the prey was nothing more than the moon reflected in water, a flower in a mirror—visible, yet forever out of reach.

The hunter, humiliated into anger, decided she would teach the prey before her a proper lesson. She rubbed her canine teeth against the tender flesh, again and again, tugging back and forth at the small wound.

The piercing sensation had only just been replaced by fine electric currents when it was once again overtaken by the most direct pain brought by tearing bites. Sheng Yinglan’s body was like a bow being drawn taut at high speed. She tensed and curled up to the greatest extent possible, trying to avoid the pulling at the back of her neck.

But the prey had already been firmly caught between the hunter’s teeth. How could she possibly let go?

Yun Rong was even extremely dissatisfied with her attempt to dodge. She immediately pressed her entire body close, pulled the curled-up little beast into her arms, and imprisoned the other woman’s whole body from behind with both hands.

Fortunately, the faint fragrance hidden in the blood at the wound was finally forced out. Though better than nothing, it at least stopped the hunter from continuing her brutal punishment of the prey. Instead, she replaced her sharp canine teeth with the soft underside of her tongue, slowly curling away the beads of blood at the wound.

Outside, her body was hot and stifled.

Inside, the back of her neck was dry and thirsty.

After the pain from the biting gradually faded, Sheng Yinglan felt as though all the moisture inside her neck had evaporated in an instant. The seed hidden there, desperate to break through the desert soil, urgently needed a handful of clear spring water to nourish it.

But the person making trouble with her body only took her fragrance and refused to release even the slightest trace of pheromones.

She could clearly feel that within the other woman’s body, there was a warm, moist spring wrapped in a clean woody scent. Yet the other woman only took, never giving anything back. The tiny bits exchanged through the licking of her tongue were not even enough to moisten the soil around the seed.

Without the nourishment of spring water, the seed could not grow. It could only struggle desperately in its confined environment, trying to attract the attention of the one meant to water it.

The white blanket had long since disappeared to some unknown place. The dampness behind the side of her neck finally forced out a single drop of sweat carrying floral fragrance. It slid down from behind her burning red ear and was eventually noticed by the predator, who swept it into her scarlet tongue.

Perhaps because the floral scent was finally a little stronger this time, the predator at last lowered her lofty posture and condescended to soothe the little beast in her arms.

“Be good. You smell so sweet…”

That low, hoarse voice, immersed in desire, paired with a familiar yet long-lost tone, slipped through Sheng Yinglan’s eardrums and seeped into her heart strand by strand.

Her head was heavy and muddled. In a trance, she thought she had finally gotten what she wished for, and obediently let the other woman lick the sweat from her neck.

Even though the rough tongue sliding over her delicate skin brought wave after wave of tremors, she only lifted her frail neck to plead when she truly could not bear it anymore.

“Give me… give me…”

The one in control was pleased by this almost sacrificial submission. Only after she had tasted enough of the fragrance did she stingily release a little of her grace.

Although the seed finally received the nourishment of warm spring water mixed with a woody scent, briefly easing its dryness, there was also a barely noticeable trace of sharp spiciness blended into that clean fragrance. It poured down toward the flower seed like a violent storm.

Only belatedly did the seed try to avoid it, but the one in control pressed it down and thoroughly drenched it from the inside out.

Half an hour later, the reason Yun Rong had half-willingly let loose finally returned.

The woman she had been holding in her arms all this time was unbearably soft. Sheng Yinglan leaned back against her shoulder, her body marked in deep and shallow traces by Yun Rong’s handprints. The bedside lamp tirelessly scattered its dim light. The woman’s entire weight rested on Yun Rong’s arms and legs.

She seemed to be in terrible pain, curling up into herself. Some of the hair behind her ear was already damp, clinging sweatily to her smooth skin. The wound at the back of her neck looked rather alarming, and around it were several obvious teeth marks that would clearly not fade for days.

A faint floral fragrance seemed to still linger in the air.

Although the plan had taken an extra step, things seemed to be developing in an even more interesting direction.

Yun Rong gently pulled out the arm the other woman had wrapped herself around like a lifesaving straw. Then she carefully laid Sheng Yinglan on the bed and covered her with the blanket. She herself reached for the phone on the bedside table.

Perhaps because she had suddenly lost that warm embrace, the woman on the bed whimpered and opened her eyes, which had turned somewhat red from the torment of desire.

The moment she saw Yun Rong, her gaze slowly cleared. Then, in panic, she shut her eyes again.

“The phone line was… cut by me. There should also be a signal jammer in the room. Your condition isn’t good right now. You need to go to the hospital as soon as possible. I remember in the book… the door lock should be able to open. Try it, or just call someone over directly.”

Fortunately, Sheng Yinglan was an actress, and her memory was not bad. Now that the heat in her body had faded a little, she hurriedly recalled this part of the plot.

In the book, Sheng Yinglan had coveted Yun Rong for a long time. At last, she found an opportunity, drugged her, blocked all communication inside the hotel room, and prepared to force herself on her.

According to the explanations in the book, once an Omega was forcibly induced into heat, if there were no suppressants, she had to be sent to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. Otherwise, she could only be forcibly marked by the Alpha in the same room—or be toyed with until she died.

Although Sheng Yinglan had not yet recovered from the shock of transmigrating into a book, just based on Yun Rong’s face, which looked exactly like Teacher Yun’s, she could not bear to see her being harmed.

Moreover, she herself was the perpetrator.

Fortunately, she had managed to hold back earlier and had not bitten Yun Rong’s neck. Now, while she was a little clearer-headed, she quickly explained the situation to Yun Rong, hoping that she would take action right away and save herself.

Was this saving herself?

Or was this pretending to be foolish after failing to achieve her goal?

Or perhaps, after realizing that her plan had been exposed, she had simply chosen to fake surrender?

Yun Rong’s well-defined fingers stopped half an inch away from the landline phone. With a rather amused look in her eyes, she stared at the woman lying on her side on the bed, trying to read something from that almost bloodless face.

But those tightly shut eyes and furrowed brows showed not the slightest trace of acting.

Suddenly, Sheng Yinglan’s body began to tremble uncontrollably again. The piercing sensation at the back of her neck followed immediately after.

That familiar sign before desire arrived made her panic.

She did not dare open her eyes to look at Yun Rong, as though afraid that with just one glance, she would no longer have the self-control to look away. Yet at the same time, she wanted to prick up her ears and listen for any movement from the other woman.

Had she opened the door?

Had she found someone?

Was she saved?

But very quickly, the heat surging out from inside her body left her unable to think at all. That dryness burning from within scorched every inch of her nerves, clamoring and flaunting its presence.

The floral fragrance in the air seemed to become stronger. It was also fiercer than last time.

The look in Yun Rong’s eyes, which had originally still carried a trace of inquiry, suddenly darkened. This time, she restrained the urge to approach Sheng Yinglan and lifted her foot, walking toward the door.

The fact that her body’s threshold had been raised had clearly been noticed by the illegal substance inciting her desire. So this wave of heat, coming with such ferocity, did not give Sheng Yinglan any chance to catch her breath before occupying her entire body.

She could only use her sweat-damp fingers to clutch the snow-white blanket, tormenting her bruised fingers by herself as she allowed the heat inside her body to run wild.

Her body temperature climbed higher and higher, making her feel as though she had been wrapped inside a huge membrane, cut off from everything in the outside world.

She tried hard to listen for any sound from Yun Rong, but all she caught was a click, like the sound of a door opening.

Realizing that Yun Rong had finally left the room, she rubbed herself against the blanket beneath her with some discomfort and let out a breath of relief in her heart.

Then, dazed and muddled, she fell asleep.

The night disappeared amid the crackling sound of rain. The first rain of early autumn finally left together with the typhoon.

Sunlight scattered in through the thin white gauze curtains, casting several squares of varying brightness on the right side of the hospital bed. The shadow of the sun on the window looked like dancing spots of light, leaping inside those squares.

If she opened her eyes and discovered that everything last night had been nothing more than a dream before death, she would be very grateful to the dreammaker for letting Yun Rong appear in her dream, allowing her to leave without any regrets.

However, whether it was the sticky feeling left after the sweat on her body had dried, the disinfectant filling her nose, or Yun Rong’s deliberately lowered argument with someone not far away, all of it warned Sheng Yinglan that everything last night had not been a dream.

To this world, Sheng Yinglan was an outsider.

Especially now that the original body she had transmigrated into, based on the book’s description, was not merely a bad person. Calling her human trash would already be a compliment.

Although Sheng Yinglan had experience playing villains before, acting was still different from being an actual villain. She could not quite see who the person half-blocked by Yun Rong was, nor could she hear clearly what the two of them were arguing about.

So she could only cough twice, neither too lightly nor too heavily, hoping to draw their attention.

Against the light, Sheng Yinglan saw that the person finally noticed she was awake.

Fuming with anger, that person strode past Yun Rong and walked up to the hospital bed with a gaze that looked as though she wanted to eat Sheng Yinglan alive.

With a smack, she threw a newspaper folded into quarters onto the hospital bed.

The page facing upward was covered in many photos. At a glance, the most eye-catching one was the largest photo placed in the center.

The photo seemed to have been taken in a hotel corridor. The lighting was somewhat dim and yellow. In it, Sheng Yinglan had pressed Yun Rong, who was even a little taller than her, against one side of the wall. Her head was lowered and buried against the back of Yun Rong’s neck, while the half of her face that was exposed carried an expression of complete satisfaction.

The remaining photos were mostly of the same kind—Sheng Yinglan and Yun Rong embracing each other in the bar and hotel corridor. However, Yun Rong’s expression was mostly hidden, or blocked by something.

If people only looked at the photos, they would think this was a young couple publicly showing affection. They would not be able to tell that Yun Rong had been drugged and forced.

“Don’t think that just because you cleaned up the scene, I won’t be able to find evidence that you deliberately drugged my sister.”

The woman’s ruthless voice sounded from above her.

“You want to use the Yun family’s influence to make a comeback? Do you believe I can find someone to kill you right now?”

Sheng Yinglan’s fingers, which were rubbing against the newspaper, trembled uncontrollably.