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

Morning light spilled into the bedroom, its golden, scale-like shimmer sweeping across the headboard and the dark gray bed.

Beside the glass window, a rectangular wall decoration cast an inverted triangular patch of light beneath the sun. Its edges were as precise as lines cut through metal, falling across the broad expanse of exposed, snow-white skin on the bed.

The entire room was saturated with the scents of an Omega and an Alpha.

The damp, thin blanket and disordered sheets revealed just how wild the previous night had been.

Jin Sique turned her head toward the window.

Golden light illuminated the lower half of her face—her full, striking lips, her small yet softly rounded chin, and her slender neck resembling the delicate center of a flower.

One bare, snow-white shoulder was exposed, along with scattered marks beneath her disheveled hair.

She lay limply against the headboard, thin as a sheet of paper, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed.

The sunlight was intense as it shone across her back, beginning at her butterfly-like shoulder blades and traveling down the faint rise and fall of her spine before abruptly disappearing beneath the dark gray blanket draped across the hollow of her waist.

In the part of the bedroom the sunlight could not reach, the soft rolling sound of a wheelchair could be heard.

Slowly, little by little, it approached like the footsteps of a demon, echoing throughout the bedroom.

Jin Sique did not move.

She resembled a blade of grass that had been crushed too many times. Her head hung low, and she was too numb to resist. She could only listen to the movement behind her while staring blankly out the window.

A long time passed.

The sound of the wheelchair stopped.

At the same moment, there came the firm, precise click of a camera shutter.

Lü Zhongcai emerged from the darkness.

She guided the wheelchair to Jin Sique’s side, holding a camera against her lap with one hand. With the other, she gently lifted the thin blanket from Jin Sique’s waist and pulled it up to cover her shoulders.

“Does it look good?”

Lü Zhongcai moved her wheelchair closer and held the camera in front of Jin Sique.

Only then did Jin Sique’s dazed, unfocused eyes gradually regain their clarity.

She narrowed them slightly. Her long lashes shielded her from the brilliant sunlight, casting fan-shaped shadows beneath her eyes as she focused on the photograph Lü Zhongcai had hesitated over for a long time before finally pressing the shutter.

In the photograph, the dark gray bedding looked soft, damp, and rumpled. Only the portion struck by the overpowering sunlight appeared deep and vivid blue.

Jin Sique lay half-naked within that expanse of blue.

The hollow of her back and the intersecting blue and purple marks across her skin were glaringly visible. She looked like a strawberry cake that had been crushed into a mess by a large hand.

Heavy breathing could be heard from the Alpha hidden in the corner.

Lü Zhongcai quietly examined the scene, almost unable to control her expression.

Jin Sique smiled faintly.

Her eyes remained unfocused, and she did not move, as though she had completely sunk into that deep sea.

The brilliant, scorching light fell across her body, making her resemble a fleeting reflection dancing vividly over the surface of the water.

It was a beautiful photograph.

For an instant, Jin Sique almost believed she had become part of the sea.

Unfortunately, those faintly suggestive marks made the magnificent scenery appear somewhat decadent.

From a distance, the marks resembled glittering ripples on water.

Seen up close, however, they were filthy, saturated with the scent and evidence of what had happened after sex.

They were like garbage accidentally overlooked beneath the blazing sun because the light was too bright and dazzling.

That was what she was.

Garbage.

Jin Sique sighed inwardly, yet her face displayed admiration and worship.

“It’s beautiful.”

She forced a weak smile.

“I really like it.”

Lü Zhongcai gave a quiet hum.

One long finger brushed a damp strand of hair away from Jin Sique’s temple. She moved closer and attempted to place a light kiss there.

She missed.

Jin Sique let out a soft laugh.

Her voice was low and hoarse, carrying the lingering flavor of their prolonged entanglement.

Lü Zhongcai drew back slightly and smiled faintly as well.

“It’s the wheelchair’s fault.”

Jin Sique supported herself upright.

The gray blanket slid down her shoulders and back.

She leaned outward like a cat sniffing after a flower, following Lü Zhongcai until she extended her tongue and licked the corner of her lips.

It resembled a cat licking its food, leaving an unbearable itch inside one’s heart.

Heat flared once again at the back of Lü Zhongcai’s neck.

Her breathing abruptly quickened. Before the kiss could deepen, she turned her face away.

Jin Sique looked confused and let out a soft, aggrieved sound.

“That’s enough.”

Before her gland could lose control and release even more pheromones, Lü Zhongcai pressed one finger against Jin Sique’s cheek and gently pushed her away.

“Should I request leave for you?”

Jin Sique’s cheek puffed out beneath the finger pressing against it.

She shook her head, turned around, grabbed one corner of the bedding, and rolled herself inside it like a silkworm cocoon.

Lü Zhongcai pressed the switch for the automatic curtains.

The curtains slowly rose, and curtain-like radiance descended over Jin Sique’s body.

Jin Sique glanced sideways, revealing only her eyes from beneath the thin blanket.

As she stared at the broad expanse of golden light, she also appeared dazed for a brief instant.

“I’m going to the company.”

Only after a long while did Jin Sique return to her senses.

She gave a gentle hum, laughter in her voice.

The door closed with a light, crisp click.

The bedroom abruptly became empty.

A trace of mockery entered Jin Sique’s smile.

She rolled onto her back.

—

Jin Sique stood inside the bathroom.

She grabbed a handful of bath salts and repeatedly scrubbed the back of her neck with force, as though trying to erase every trace left behind by the Alpha’s sticky, relentless licking the previous night.

She never wanted to experience that sensation of being stimulated into instant speechlessness again—not even once.

But as an Omega, her body’s instincts left her unable to reject an Alpha.

“The genetic test showed that our pheromones have a compatibility rating of ninety percent.”

Lü Zhongcai’s words from half a month earlier echoed beside her ears.

Ninety percent compatibility.

Hah.

Jin Sique laughed softly.

She scooped up a handful of water, splashed it across her face and head, and rubbed herself carelessly.

Her phone vibrated.

Jin Sique turned her head, wiped her face, shut off the shower, and walked barefoot out of the stall.

“Little Sparrow.”

A rough voice, mixed with the rasp of gravel, came from the other end of the call.