The Cold Alpha's Black Lotus O Strategy Plan (GL) - Chapter 10

The morning light poured into the bedroom. Golden, scale-like light swept across the headboard and the dark gray bed. By the glass window, a rectangular wall ornament cast a perfectly regular inverted triangle of light, like a metal cutting line, onto the large expanse of exposed snow-white skin on the bed.

The entire room was filled with the scents of Omega and Alpha. The damp, thin blanket and the messy sheets all indicated how frenzied the night before had been.

Jin Sique turned her head towards the window. The golden light illuminated the area below her nose: her full, luscious lips, her small, non-pointy chin, her graceful, flower-stem-like neck, revealing a bare expanse of snow-white shoulder, and the scattered, patchy marks beneath her messy hair.

She lay weakly on the bed, her arm suspended over the edge. The light was strong, glaring on her back, from the two butterfly bones down her slightly undulating back, coming to an abrupt halt with a section of the dark gray blanket tucked beneath her lower back.

In the bedroom, where the sunlight did not reach, the wheelchair’s wheels made a soft rolling sound, slowly, little by little, like the approaching footsteps of a devil, echoing throughout the room.

Jin Sique remained perfectly still, like a blade of grass that had been overly crushed, hanging her head, too numb to resist, listening only to the movement behind her, staring blankly out the window.

A long while passed.

The sound of the wheelchair rolling stopped.

Simultaneously, there was a firm, precise click of a camera shutter.

Lü Zhongcai emerged from the darkness. She maneuvered the wheelchair to Jin Sique’s side, placing one hand on the camera resting on her lap, and with the other, she gently pulled the thin blanket covering Jin Sique’s waist, bringing it up to cover her shoulders.

“Does it look good?” Lü Zhongcai nudged the wheelchair and held the camera up to Jin Sique’s eyes.

It was then that Jin Sique’s dazed and scattered eyes slowly began to refocus. She slightly narrowed her eyes, her long lashes shading the bright sun, casting a fan-shaped shadow over her eyes. Her gaze finally settled on the photograph that Lü Zhongcai had hesitated over for a long time before finally clicking the shutter.

In the photo, the dark gray bedding looked soft and moist like ocean waves. Only where the sun hit did the light become deep and blue due to the intensity.

Jin Sique lay half-nude in that deep blue, her concave back, the crisscrossing blue and purple marks, exposed and glaring, like a strawberry cake brutally ravaged by a large hand.

Heavy breathing came—the Alpha was hidden in the corner.

Lü Zhongcai quietly observed all of it, finding it difficult even to restrain her expression.

Jin Sique smiled faintly, her eyes still unfocused. She remained motionless, as if completely submerged in that deep sea, letting the scorching, brilliant light strike her, like a lively, fleeting reflection on the water’s surface.

It was beautifully taken. Jin Sique almost thought she had become part of the sea herself. The only pity was that the ambiguous, subtle marks made this beautiful, luxurious scene look somewhat decadent.

Those marks, which from a distance looked like shimmering water ripples, up close were filthy, permeated with the scent and residue of the sexual aftermath.

She sighed internally, Like neglected garbage under the scorching sun, ignored because the light is too hot and bright.

She was such garbage…

Yet, Jin Sique wore a look of admiration and worship.

“It’s beautiful,” Jin Sique forced out a weak smile. “I love it.”

Lü Zhongcai gently hummed, a long finger reached out to brush away the damp hair at Jin Sique’s temple, and she leaned in slightly to plant a kiss near her temple.

The kiss missed.

Jin Sique let out a soft, husky laugh, the sound carrying the taste of prolonged passion.

Lü Zhongcai retreated slightly, also smiling faintly, and said, “It’s the wheelchair’s problem.”

Jin Sique braced herself up. The gray blanket slid down her shoulders and back. She leaned forward, chasing after Lü Zhongcai like a cat sniffing a flower, her tongue darting out to lick the corner of Lü Zhongcai’s lips.

It was like a cat lapping, continually scratching at the heart.

A fresh surge of heat rose in the back of her neck. Lü Zhongcai’s breathing suddenly quickened. Before the kiss could deepen, she moved her lips and face away.

Jin Sique looked confused, whining softly with a sense of grievance.

“That’s enough,” Lü Zhongcai said, poking Jin Sique’s cheek with her finger to gently push her away, before her gland could lose control and release more pheromones. “Should I ask for leave for you?”

Jin Sique, her cheek puffed out from the poke, shook her head, turned, tugged on a corner of the bedsheet, and wrapped herself into the bedding like a silkworm cocoon.

Lü Zhongcai pressed the automatic curtain switch. The curtain slowly rose, and a curtain of light descended upon Jin Sique.

The latter glanced sideways, her eyes peering out from the blanket. Seeing the vast golden light, she was momentarily stunned.

“I’m going to the company.”

After a long time, Jin Sique returned to reality, softly humming an affirmation with a smile.

The room door softly closed with a crisp sound.

The bedroom suddenly felt empty. A look of slight mockery crossed Jin Sique’s smile. She flipped over onto her back.

Jin Sique stood in the bathroom. She grabbed a handful of bath salts and vigorously scrubbed the back of her neck, as if trying to erase the sticky, messy traces of the Alpha’s constant licking from the night before.

That feeling of being instantly rendered speechless by stimulation was something she never wanted to experience again, not even once. Yet, her Omega body instinctively made her unable to refuse an Alpha.

“The gene test report says our pheromone compatibility is ninety percent.”

Lü Zhongcai’s words from half a month ago echoed in her ears.

Ninety percent compatibility.

Heh.

Jin Sique chuckled softly, scooped up a handful of water to splash over her head and face, and rubbed furiously. Her phone vibrated. Jin Sique wiped her face sideways, turned off the shower, and walked barefoot out of the shower stall.

“Little Sparrow.” The voice on the other end of the phone was a husky growl, mixed with gravel.