Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 3

The small car cabin was filled with the rich scent of wine. Ling Yu tightly gripped the steering wheel, trying desperately to avoid looking at the Omega who was now softly gasping and wantonly radiating her seductive pheromones.

Even though she had turned on the air circulation, Ling Yu felt that the pheromones in this cramped space were driving her insane.

To make matters worse, Han Jingman was no longer satisfied with the faint scent of milk on the backpack. Driven by Omega instinct, she struggled to move closer to Ling Yu’s seat.

Ling Yu was now radiating pheromones that were irresistibly addictive to her, but the constraint of the seatbelt prevented Han Jingman from moving forward. She started reaching out toward Ling Yu.

Han Jingman hated her uncontrolled body. Under the physiological compulsion of the heat, she was powerless. Every inch of her skin craved the comfort of pheromones, and she could even feel the shameful dampness between her legs.

Ling Yu, concentrating on driving, was suffering immensely. Han Jingman in the passenger seat was restless, constantly struggling, and vaguely muttering her name.

“Ling Yu~ I’m uncomfortable, Ling Yu~”

Han Jingman’s hand reached over and found Ling Yu’s smooth forearm, then gripped it tightly, refusing to let go. “Ling… Ling Yu~”

Ling Yu was originally driving purely on fierce willpower, planning to drive directly to Han Jingman’s house in one go. Now that Han Jingman was clinging to her, her hands on the steering wheel were trembling.

“Han Jingman, stop, I’m driving, let go,” Ling Yu didn’t dare to shake Han Jingman off, so she had no choice but to let her hold onto her right arm. Fortunately, it was only a short distance to Han Jingman’s house, and even the traffic lights seemed to be helping at night, staying green all the way.

When they safely arrived downstairs at Han Jingman’s apartment building, Ling Yu’s light-colored top was soaked dark with sweat.

She didn’t dare to delay. The sooner she gave Han Jingman the suppressant, the sooner she would be free.

Ling Yu carefully helped Han Jingman position herself comfortably on her back, then picked her up and carried her.

The apartment building Han Jingman lived in was only five stories high and had no elevator. Han Jingman lived on the fifth floor.

Ling Yu supported Han Jingman’s delicate body. The gasps of her beloved were right by her ear, and through the fabric under her palms, she could feel the heat radiating from Han Jingman’s skin.

The hallway lights lit up floor by floor, finally stopping at the fifth.

Ling Yu supported Han Jingman’s continuously slipping body with one arm, while with the other she painstakingly dug for the key in her backpack.

Ling Yu lay on the floor, dizzy from the impact. The moment she opened the door, she was practically pulled inside by Han Jingman, stumbling. Subconsciously afraid of hurting Han Jingman in a fall, Ling Yu used herself as a human cushion.

After a long day of work, her body’s mental and physical endurance had reached its limit.

Ling Yu closed her eyes, wishing she could just fall asleep right there.

Han Jingman, who was lying nearby, was still restlessly tugging at Ling Yu’s clothes, her low gasps mixed with sobs.

“Ugh~ Ling Yu, I want water~”

I definitely owe you from a past life.

Ling Yu gritted her teeth, rolled slightly away on the floor, and used all her strength to stand up and help Han Jingman onto the sofa.

Suppressant.

Ling Yu’s mind was focused entirely on the suppressant.

But when she opened the box Han Jingman used to store her suppressants, she was stunned.

The box was completely empty.

She cursed silently in her heart. Ling Yu immediately went to find her little matriarch.

“Han Jingman, where are your suppressants? I remember you had spares. Do you know where you put them?”

“Han Jingman? Professor Han? Older Sister Han? Can you hear me?”

No matter how hard Ling Yu tried to persuade her, Han Jingman remained silent. Her entire body felt sticky, the blood in her veins was almost boiling, and her mind was a complete blur.

“Hot~ I need water~”

Ling Yu anxiously went to turn on the air conditioner, turned on the air purifier, and then went to the refrigerator to pour her a glass of water.

Han Jingman had no strength to hold the cup, so Ling Yu had to half-embrace the fragile Omega and feed her the water, sip by sip.

Perhaps she was desperately thirsty, as Han Jingman’s small, exquisite lips kept chasing the rim of the cup, and her eyes were red from the effort of swallowing so quickly.

Ling Yu could never bear to see Han Jingman suffer like this. She freed one hand and tenderly rubbed Han Jingman’s back, helping her to regulate her breathing.

The cool water going down her throat and the lowered room temperature made Han Jingman much more comfortable. When Ling Yu moved the cup away, Han Jingman reached out her pink little tongue, greedily licking the last drop of water from the corner of her mouth.

After drinking enough water, she contentedly rested in Ling Yu’s embrace, enjoying the comfort of being surrounded by the milk scent.

Seeing Han Jingman refusing to get up from her embrace, Ling Yu secretly groaned.

It’s true, you’re comfortable now, but your pheromones are completely out of control!

No healthy adult Alpha could resist the pheromones radiating from the alluring Han Jingman right now. Ling Yu felt she was about to lose control of her own physiological response below the belt. Her pheromones were desperately responding to Han Jingman’s—it was agonizing.

Fortunately, Han Jingman, having been briefly satisfied both physically and mentally, could now manage a conversation. “Ling Yu? Why are you here? Why are you in my house?” Han Jingman was momentarily confused to find herself nestled in Ling Yu’s embrace and on her own sofa.

Ling Yu was speechless for a moment, unsure of where to begin.

As her consciousness returned, Han Jingman slowly remembered everything that happened in the parking lot earlier.

She vaguely remembered arguing with Ling Yu, but before she could figure out how to talk to her, she was induced into a forced heat.

Worse, because she had been busy with Ling Yu’s graduation paper in the last few months, the suppressants at home had run out last month, and she hadn’t found time to see a doctor for a new prescription. She had thought she had plenty of time this month, still far from her expected heat, and could spare a moment next week to replenish them. Who knew that things would go so wrong?

After processing the situation, Han Jingman was defeated by a deep sense of powerlessness. She was clearly aware of her body’s abnormal state. Even though she could think and speak at the moment, without taking a suppressant, this brief clarity would soon be suppressed by the surging tide of lust.

Han Jingman was weak and feverish all over. Her clothes were long soaked through and stuck uncomfortably to her body.

She frowned, sitting up from Ling Yu’s arms. This was totally improper, what a sight. “Ling Yu, we need to talk properly.”

Seeing the conscious Han Jingman, Ling Yu behaved like a meek child, just watching Han Jingman obediently with wide eyes, and quickly nodded. “As you can see, I seem to have been prematurely induced into heat. Unfortunately, I can’t take suppressants right now. So, after this is over, let’s schedule a time to discuss your recent behavior. I have many questions to ask you. How about we both be completely honest then?”

How could Ling Yu dare to say no? She stared eagerly at Han Jingman, who had instantly turned into a poised, older boss figure, and meekly nodded. She figured she would do her best to coax Han Jingman back later. She knew in her heart that Han Jingman couldn’t stay mad at her.

Seeing that Ling Yu had no objection, Han Jingman stood up, satisfied. “This is my first time being induced, so I’m not sure how long it will last, but with my current control over my body and consciousness, I think it should be almost over.”

Different Omegas vary. For those induced into forced heat, some last a long time, similar to a normal heat, which can be up to three days, while others are short, perhaps only an hour or two. She couldn’t use other Omegas’ experiences as a reference. Han Jingman was actually uncertain herself since this was her first time, only hoping that hers would be a short-term induction.

Ling Yu hadn’t dared to speak since Han Jingman’s consciousness returned. Watching her boss logically and clearly propose a future meeting, Ling Yu gave a small, quiet “Mhm” and said nothing more.

Han Jingman was not feeling great. She could detect Ling Yu’s deliberate distance, completely lacking the closeness and dependence they had when she was younger.

The child has grown up. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Han Jingman pressed her lips together, giving Ling Yu her dismissal.