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

The air conditioning had been set to its lowest temperature, yet the room felt increasingly stifling. It was like the plum rain season, when a light drizzle does nothing to cool the parched, scorching ground from the root, but instead traps the heat beneath a blanket of moisture—stuffy, humid, and sticky everywhere.

The place of rich fragrance, which by all logic should have been reached after piercing through the barrier, failed to release even a hint of floral scent. Only the earthiness of soil and the crisp sweetness of morning dew could be drawn out. The solitary trace of floral fragrance remained locked tight within the seed, securely wrapped, refusing to leak even a fraction of itself.

The hunter licked her prey, originally expecting a full feast. To her frustration, after tearing away the disguise, she discovered the prey was merely the moon reflected in the water, a flower in a mirror—touchable but completely unattainable.

Driven to anger by her shame, the hunter decided to give the prey before her a proper lesson. She rasped her canine teeth against the tender flesh, time after time, tugging back and forth within the small wound.

It didn’t take long for the piercing, needle-like sensation to be replaced by subtle electric currents, which were then overtaken by the rawest pain of being bitten and torn. Sheng Yinglan’s body tensed to its absolute limit like a rapidly drawn bow, curling up as tightly as she could to evade the tearing motion at the back of her neck.

But how could the hunter possibly let go when the prey was already firmly locked in her jaws? In fact, Yun Rong was highly dissatisfied with her attempts to dodge. Her entire body immediately pressed closer, hoisting the curled-up little beast right into her embrace, her hands locking the other’s entire frame from behind.

Fortunately, the faint fragrance hidden within the blood at the wound was finally forced out. It was better than nothing, stopping the hunter from subjecting her prey to further brutal ravaging. Instead, she replaced her sharp canine teeth with the soft flat of her tongue, curling away the beads of blood on the wound strand by strand.

Outside the body, it was stifling and hot.

Inside the back of the neck, it was parched and thirsty.

Once the pain of the biting gradually subsided, Sheng Yinglan felt as if all the moisture inside her neck had evaporated in an instant. The seed hidden within, desperate to break through the desert soil, urgently needed the nourishment of a fresh spring. Yet, the person wreaking havoc on her body only plundered her fragrance without releasing a single trace of her own pheromone scent.

She could clearly feel the warm spring water, wrapped in a fresh woody aroma, surging within the other person’s body. But the other person only took and never gave, relying solely on the tiny sparks exchanged from the licking of her tongue-tip, which couldn’t even dampen the soil on the seed’s surface.

Without the nourishment of spring water, the seed could not grow. It could only struggle desperately within its confined environment, trying to catch the attention of the one responsible for watering it.

The white blanket had long been tossed who-knows-where. The dampness behind the side of her neck finally forced out a single drop of sweat carrying a floral fragrance. It slid down from behind her flushed ear and was ultimately noticed by the predator, who swept it up onto the tip of her crimson tongue.

Perhaps because the floral scent was finally a bit stronger this time, the predator finally shed her high-and-mighty posture, condescending to soothe the little beast in her arms. “Be good. You smell so sweet…”

The low, raspy voice steeped in desire, paired with that familiar yet long-lost tone, filtered through her eardrums and wound its way straight into Sheng Yinglan’s heart. Her head was heavy and swimming; in her daze, she thought she had finally gotten her wish, and she meekly allowed the other person to lick the sweat from her neck.

Even though the rough tongue scraping across her delicate skin brought wave after wave of tremors, she only arched her weak neck when it became truly unbearable, pleading softly, “Give it to me… give it to me…”

The one in control was pleased by this submission that bordered on a sacrificial offering. Finally, after she had sampled enough of the fragrance, she grudgingly released a bit of her bounty.

Although the seed received the moisture of the warm spring water mixed with the fresh woody aroma, relieving its dryness for a moment, an undetectable trace of spice was blended into this fresh scent. Like a violent storm, it poured down toward the flower seed. The seed belatedly tried to evade it, but it was pinned down by the controller, drenched through and through from the inside out.

Half an hour later, the rationality that Yun Rong had halfway abandoned finally returned.

The woman she had been cradling in her arms was incredibly soft, her back resting against Yun Rong’s shoulder, deeply and shallowly marked by Yun Rong’s handprints. The bedside lamp tirelessly cast a dim, faint light. The entire weight of the woman’s body rested on Yun Rong’s arms and legs. She seemed to be in extreme pain, curling her body tightly. Some of the hair behind her ears was soaked, clinging damply to her smooth skin. The wound at the back of her neck was rather shocking to the eye, surrounded by several teeth marks that anyone could tell wouldn’t fade for days. Meanwhile, a faint floral fragrance seemed to linger in the air.

Although the plan had taken an extra step, things seemed to have developed into something much more interesting.

Yun Rong gently withdrew her arm, which the other party had been clutching tightly like a lifesaver, and carefully laid the person back on the bed, covering her with the blanket. She then reached out to grab the phone on the nightstand.

Perhaps because she suddenly lost the warm embrace, the woman on the bed let out a whimper and opened her eyes, which were somewhat red from the torment of desire. The moment she saw Yun Rong, the clarity in her gaze slowly returned, before she frantically shut her eyes again.

“The phone line was… cut by me. There should also be a signal jammer in the room. You’re not in a good state right now, you need to go to the hospital immediately. I remember in the book… the door lock should be openable. Go try it, or just call someone over.”

Fortunately, Sheng Yinglan was an actress with a decent memory. Now that the dry heat in her body had dissipated a little, she scrambled to recall this part of the plot.

The Sheng Yinglan in the book had coveted Yun Rong for a long time. She finally found an opportunity to drug her and block all communications in the hotel room, intending to force herself on her. According to the lore explained in the book, once an Omega was forced into heat, they had to be rushed to the hospital for treatment if no suppressants were available; otherwise, they would either be forcibly marked by an Alpha in the same room or played with until they died.

Although Sheng Yinglan hadn’t yet fully processed the shock of transmigrating into a book, just based on the fact that Yun Rong’s face looked exactly like Teacher Yun’s, she couldn’t bear to see her get mistreated—especially since she herself was the perpetrator.

Fortunately, she had managed to control herself just now and hadn’t bitten the other’s neck. Seizing this brief moment of relative clarity, she hurriedly explained the situation to Yun Rong, hoping she would take immediate action to save herself.

Was this self-preservation?

Or was it playing dumb after a failed scheme boomeranged on her?

Or perhaps, knowing her plan had been exposed, she was adopting a strategy of feigned surrender?

Her well-defined fingers paused half an inch away from the landline phone. Yun Rong looked at the woman lying on her side on the bed with a rather amused, scrutinizing gaze. She wanted to read something from that nearly bloodless face, but those tightly closed eyes and knitted brows showed absolutely no sign of acting.

Suddenly, Sheng Yinglan’s body began to tremble uncontrollably again, and the piercing, needle-like sensation at the back of her neck followed closely behind. This familiar sign of approaching desire made her panic. She didn’t dare open her eyes to look at Yun Rong, as if fearing that a single glance would rob her of the self-control needed to look away, yet she wanted to prick up her ears to listen for any movement from the other person.

Did she open the door?

Did she find someone?

Is she saved?

But very soon, the heat surging from inside her body left her unable to think. That dryness radiating from within scorched her nerves inch by inch—clamoring, flagrant.

The floral fragrance in the air seemed to grow a bit stronger, striking harder than the previous time. Yun Rong’s gaze, which had still wanted to probe, suddenly darkened. This time, suppressing her urge to draw close to Sheng Yinglan, she lifted her feet and walked out of the bedroom.

The fact that her body’s threshold had been raised was clearly known to the illegal substance inciting her desire. Thus, this oncoming wave of heat gave Sheng Yinglan absolutely no room to breathe before it entirely occupied her body. She could only use her sweat-slicked fingers to clutch the snow-white blanket, fruitlessly bruising her knuckles from the force of her grip, letting the dry heat inside her scramble at will. The soaring body temperature made her feel as though she were encased in a massive membrane, cut off from everything outside.

She strained her ears, trying to catch any movement from Yun Rong, but she only managed to capture a sharp click, which sounded like the front door being opened.

Realizing that Yun Rong had finally left the room, she rubbed against the blanket beneath her with some discomfort, breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and drifted into a heavy sleep.

The night faded away amidst the pattering sound of rain. The first downpour of early autumn finally departed along with the typhoon.

Sunlight filtered through the thin white sheer curtains, casting several patches of varying brightness on the right side of the hospital bed. The shadow of the sun shining on the window danced inside the patches like leaping spots of light.

If she opened her eyes and found that everything from last night was just a dream prior to dying, she would be very grateful to the dream-maker for letting Yun Rong appear in her dream, leaving her with no regrets.

However, whether it was the stickiness left behind after the sweat on her body dried, the smell of disinfectant flooding her nasal cavity, or the sound of Yun Rong’s deliberately lowered voice arguing with someone nearby—all of it warned Sheng Yinglan that everything last night was not a dream.

To this world, Sheng Yinglan was an outsider. In particular, based on the book’s description of the original owner she had transmigrated into, calling her “not a good person” would be an understatement; even using the word “scumbag” would be a compliment. Although she had experience playing villains, acting was ultimately different from being a real-life villain. Furthermore, she couldn’t see clearly who the person half-blocked by Yun Rong was, nor could she hear clearly what the two were arguing about. She had no choice but to let out two moderate coughs, hoping to catch their attention.

Against the light, Sheng Yinglan saw that the person finally noticed she was awake. Fuming, the person bypassed Yun Rong and walked to the bedside with a gaze that looked as if she wanted to eat her alive.

With a smack, a four-times folded newspaper was thrown onto the hospital bed. Facing topmost was the front page; looking over, one could only see numerous photos, among which the largest one placed dead center was the most eye-catching.

The photo looked like it had been taken by someone in a hotel corridor. The lighting was somewhat amber. She had pinned Yun Rong—who was a bit taller than her—against the wall on one side, her head buried in the back of Yun Rong’s neck, a look of complete gratification on her exposed half-profile.

As for the remaining photos, most of them were also of her and Yun Rong hugging and holding each other in bars and hotel corridors. However, most of Yun Rong’s expressions were not revealed, or were blocked by something. Looking solely at the photos, people would only think this was a young couple showing affection; they wouldn’t 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 of you deliberately drugging my younger sister. Trying to use the Yun family’s hand to stage a comeback—do you believe I could find someone to finish you off right this instant?”

The woman’s fierce, harsh voice rained down from above. The hand Sheng Yinglan was using to stroke the newspaper trembled uncontrollably.