After Transmigrating into the Book, I Bent the Heroine O - Chapter 17

The oppressive pressure of a powerful Alpha’s pheromones caused Shu Minglan’s knees to buckle involuntarily.

Murong Feng, whose large hand was about to descend upon Shu Minglan’s gland, jerked his head up. His bloodshot, beast-like eyes were filled with suspicion and an undeniable, primal dread.

As a high-level Alpha, this was the first time he had encountered another Alpha capable of such absolute suppression. This biological fear put him on high alert, even as he struggled to resist the pressure while attempting to mark Shu Minglan first.

Even outside of a rut, the rich fragrance of a top-tier Omega’s pheromones acted as the most potent aphrodisiac for an Alpha in close proximity. The man’s hand gripped Shu Minglan’s shoulder with a death grip, completely failing to notice the weapon she was clutching with every ounce of her remaining strength.

Even if I have to go to prison, I’ll do it!

Clang!

The dagger she had raised with all her might was accurately struck by a small pebble. Shu Minglan, already weakened, instantly lost her only means of resistance. All color drained from her delicate face.

Simultaneously, a rich floral scent mingled with the aroma of fruit wine swept through the alley, providing a wave of comfort to the suppressed Shu Minglan.

Through her dazed, swaying vision, a tall figure appeared in the distance. Clad in a heavy overcoat, the figure’s gender was indistinguishable, but their pheromones were refreshing and pleasant.

Unlike the forced aggression of mint and fir, the floral wine scent permeated the air gently, gradually overlaying the repulsive Alpha odor. This made it much easier for Shu Minglan to accept.

The figure strode forward in long boots, grabbed the crouching man, and delivered a brutal left hook to his abdomen. The haze in Murong Feng’s eyes cleared instantly from the pain. Just as he tried to speak, he was kicked aside again.

He Lingxing, wearing a mask and a wide-brimmed hat, delivered a heavy kick to his knee joint, sending Murong Feng stumbling back before he crashed to his knees.

At this moment, male strength meant nothing in the face of absolute technique. Murong Feng, who had been the dominant predator moments ago, let out a howl of agony. He Lingxing gave him no chance to fight back, ignoring the frantic warning alarms from the System in her head. Her punches were solid, landing accurately on areas where bruising would be less visible.

“I—”

Slap!

Ignoring whatever he wanted to say, the moment he opened his mouth, He Lingxing delivered a stinging slap. The force was so great that even Shu Minglan, watching nearby, couldn’t help but shudder.

The dim lighting and heavy clothing made it impossible to see the person’s face, but it was clear they were beating him within an inch of his life. With that slap, Murong Feng sprawled on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood—and what appeared to be a tooth.

Shu Minglan, who had nearly been violated, felt zero pity. A flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes, her only concern being whether her savior would be reported for such a beating.

The resentment she had accumulated toward this “Male Lead” finally found a direct outlet. Shu Minglan used the wall to pull herself up, looking up at the figure with genuine sincerity. “Thank you.”

The newcomer stood about 180cm tall. Wrapped in the dark coat, their form was ambiguous. They merely nodded in response but said nothing.

Since the savior didn’t want to be identified, Shu Minglan didn’t push. She simply looked at the person with eyes like starlight.

The primary note of the pheromones drifting in the alley was the elegant, mysterious scent of Night-Blooming Cereus, mixed with the slight sweet sting of rum—an aggressive yet fascinating scent that wasn’t overly oppressive. Having studied perfumery at home, she was highly sensitive to these notes.

Alphas and Omegas are categorized into common, high, and top levels. High levels and above usually possess a blend of two distinct scents—like Shu Minglan’s Cherry Blossom Jelly. Cereus and Cherry Blossom were flowers; Rum and Jelly were foods… Shu Minglan’s face heated up for no reason, and she had to pat her cheeks to cool down.

She watched the person walk out of the alley.

A gentle drizzle began to fall again, shimmering in the streetlights and pitter-pattering into the puddles. Murong Feng’s expensive custom suit was ruined by mud and water, his handsome appearance completely gone, his messy hair adding to his wretched state.

He knelt on one knee, clutching his stomach and gasping. His insides felt like they had been turned upside down by that single punch. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. The metallic taste in his mouth reminded him that he had been trampled underfoot once again. His eyes burned with intense hatred.

He would make this Alpha pay in blood, just like the others.

He reached into his mouth and felt a loose, bloody tooth; the other half had apparently already been swallowed.

The person just now clearly hadn’t released a strong pressure on Shu Minglan, but all the hostility had been aimed at him. Even now, his gland throbbed with discomfort. Murong Feng gestured toward Shu Minglan, wanting her to help him back to the hotel.

“It was… a pheromone issue just now. I won’t do anything to you…”

Given his current state, walking to the hotel entrance was a pipe dream. Meanwhile, the pretty Omega before him only had slightly messy hair and clothes; she was in much better shape.

While asking a woman for help wounded his chauvinistic pride, he believed a “great man” must be able to bend and stretch. He would avenge this today later. Shu Minglan had been an innocent bystander in this mess; asking for her help wasn’t too shameful.

Shu Minglan hesitated for a moment, then walked toward him.

Just as the man’s fingers were about to touch her, her gentle face suddenly filled with shock. She covered her mouth, her eyes wide with fear. Before Murong Feng could ask what was wrong, she stammered that she was “faint at the sight of blood” and bolted toward the exit.

The mud splashed by her heels hit him ruthlessly in the face.

【Bip! Warning: Mission agent has violated regulations!】

【According to the rules and purpose of transmigration, please find a way to compensate. A major plot point has been missed. Due to the host’s excessive force, the male lead will be hospitalized and miss upcoming key events. If the heroine reaches a Bad Ending (BE), the mission agent will be obliterated.】

After the formal report, 520 reverted to its usual voice, sounding worried:

【Sister Xing, why did you beat the male lead like that? if he can’t complete his main plot points, the heroine will reach a BE. If the mission fails, you’ll be obliterated!】

The mission failure bar had already reached 50%, showing just how much impact He Lingxing’s heavy-handedness had on the story. The bright red progress bar made 520 extremely anxious.

He Lingxing, however, was slowly touching up her nail polish.

The vibrant red with sparkling glints made her slender fingers look even paler. To avoid breaking character or exposing her identity, she had removed her nails and cut them short before the fight to avoid scratching Murong Feng.

Leaving a mark on his face would have been satisfying, but her current role was a villainous supporting character, not the heroine’s helper. She couldn’t let anyone know she was the one who acted.

To that end, she had used makeup to hide her feminine features, wore clothes a size too large, and used 6cm heel inserts to blur her height and gender. Regardless, Murong Feng had attempted to assault Shu Minglan; he had no legal ground to sue, and Shu Minglan could easily handle any fallout.

He had to swallow this bitter pill whether he liked it or not.

“I asked you earlier, and you told me to just mind the rules.” Sitting in her room, He Lingxing leisurely blew on her freshly painted nails.

“Bureau of Heavenly Secrets Transmigration Task Regulation #117: ‘Under the premise of not violating world laws, moral bottom lines, and not affecting the final essential direction of the ending, mission agents may take appropriate violent measures to break a deadlock.’ First, I didn’t kill him. Second, I didn’t permanently cripple him.”

520: …

Broken ribs, abdominal bruising, and multiple bone injuries—how is that different from being temporarily crippled?

He Lingxing, unaware of 520’s inner monologue, continued to reassure it:

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Didn’t I exchange that little item from you earlier? I stuck it on him. All the traces of the injuries will be invisible.”

With the bruises gone, he would look perfectly fine on the surface. Lying in a hospital bed, he’d look like he was faking an injury for a scam. Of course, He Lingxing considered herself “generous” enough to leave him the missing tooth—otherwise, he might have been kicked out of the hospital for wasting space.