The Cold Alpha's Black Lotus O Strategy Plan (GL) - Chapter 9

In the bathroom, two inhibitor patches lay horizontally in the trash can next to the washbasin.

The two pheromone scents gradually permeated, intertwined, and mixed with the swirling water mist in the air.

Jin Sique emerged from rinsing with only a bath towel wrapped around her. Across the vast expanse of snow-white skin, from her neck to her fan-like shoulder blades, only a slender silver chain, dangling a diamond ring, shone brightly.

Jin Sique crouched on the edge of the bathtub, approaching Lü Zhongcai like a cat. She asked softly, “How is the water temperature?”

Lü Zhongcai remained silent. Jin Sique then took the bath salts nearby, poured them into her palm, and carefully rubbed them onto Lü Zhongcai’s body.

Lü Zhongcai lazily hummed in acknowledgement.

She had beautiful hair. Half of her long, straight black hair was submerged in the water, like distinct yet intertwined silk strands, concealing her body, yet revealing glimpses of it as the water flowed.

Jin Sique’s face was translucent and moistly red, and her lips were soft and pink. She lowered her eyes, watching her hands, covered in bath salts, slowly scrub the silky, delicate skin beneath her palms.

Lü Zhongcai was also very fair, but beneath the creamy white skin was not the soft gentleness belonging to an Omega. Every inch of her seemingly pale, soft skin contained immense power.

It was the kind of Alpha power that an Omega would instinctively worship.

A power that evoked both fear and adoration, both desire and apprehension.

Wanting to escape, yet instinctively driven to approach.

Jin Sique’s hands were careful and possessive, tracing Lü Zhongcai’s skin from shoulder to neck, over the collarbone, parting the damp black hair to reach the high, swan-like neck, and further back to the sensitive, vulnerable gland.

Just a light touch could ignite a physiological reaction that was difficult for even an Alpha to resist.

Jin Sique gently bit her lower lip, involuntarily moving closer to the source of the gunpowder-scented pheromones. This was the Alpha who had marked her. Two years of marking meant that even if her mind resisted, her body would unconsciously draw closer to Lü Zhongcai.

“A-cai…” Jin Sique could hardly describe her current state. She was clearly resistant, yet…

She wanted to be marked. Even a simple mark would suffice. The agitation in her posterior gland, and the scorching gunpowder smell in her nasal cavity, were practically burning away all of Jin Sique’s reason.

Suddenly, her wrist was clamped, and she was pulled forward. Jin Sique nearly tumbled into the bathtub, only managing to steady herself by bracing her other hand on the bathtub’s edge.

Lü Zhongcai: “You want it?”

The function of pheromones is direct and honest. Lü Zhongcai knew exactly what Jin Sique wanted without needing to look or think much.

Jin Sique looked up. In this restrained posture, her position was slightly comical and awkward, forming an unequal, superior-to-inferior contrast with Lü Zhongcai’s effortless composure.

She felt like a clown who had been forced to remove her makeup, exposing her true appearance beneath the protective mask—suddenly an instinct-driven creature of desire, exposed to the sunlight.

Lü Zhongcai’s cold, indifferent voice ignited waves of heat in Jin Sique’s heart. Shame and resentment surged together, causing her to tightly clench her lips.

The Alpha’s pheromones overflowed the entire bathroom. The ubiquitous gunpowder scent was aggressively potent, seeming ready to completely ignite and burn up this patch of green grass that was her own scent.

This was unequal. A clown stripped of her mask should not be mocked and toyed with by the audience again.

A Peking Opera performer should not take the stage until they are fully dressed.

No…

Jin Sique struggled, but she was pulled tighter. Dragged by Lü Zhongcai, half of her body was extended into the bathtub. To maintain balance, her hand had to find a different support point, and in her panic, she chose the space between Lü Zhongcai’s two pale white legs, already inside the tub.

“I…” Jin Sique’s face flushed.

Lü Zhongcai slightly held her breath. Her eyes were already somewhat blurred, partly due to the steam in the bathroom and partly because she, too, found it difficult to maintain self-control after catching the Omega’s heat pheromones.

“Inhibitor…” Jin Sique reminded her quietly.

Lü Zhongcai pulled the delicate white wrist under her palm even tighter: “The inhibitor, or me?”

At this moment, pheromones seemed to explode inside Jin Sique. Every pore that expanded was desperately waiting to be filled by another force.

Jin Sique’s words were incoherent: “I… I…”

A loud splash of water sounded. Lü Zhongcai pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Jin Sique cleared her head slightly, grabbed a bathrobe to wrap around her, and, before collapsing from exhaustion, helped Lü Zhongcai into the room.

Only the bedside wall lamp was on in the room. The light strip was faint and confusing, drawing out the two figures beside the bed into long, dim shadows on the carpet.

Lü Zhongcai sat on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down weakly. She closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly, her hair swaying gently.

Jin Sique held the hairdryer, directing the nozzle at Lü Zhongcai, carefully massaging her scalp. Lü Zhongcai’s hair was thick and dark, naturally smooth and straight.

Just like her demeanor, it always carried an aura of cold, polite aloofness that kept people at a distance.

Most Alphas were never like her. Jin Sique recalled the Alphas she had seen—most carried an arrogant expression, and the eyes of many bore traces of indulgence. When looking at passing Omegas, they couldn’t help but follow them with their gaze.

Because it was too easy for an Alpha to obtain an Omega, they mostly indulged themselves in pleasure.

But Lü Zhongcai was different. She was cold and aloof. Her polite formality made her seem even more unapproachable, and her taciturn nature seemed to provide her with a protective umbrella of asceticism.

This was indeed the case. In the two years they had been together, Lü Zhongcai had rarely indulged herself.

But near Lü Zhongcai’s right eye, close to the corner, there was a small, pale red mole. When lust became overwhelming, that mole would turn a deep crimson, as if strongly dotted with rouge.

The hairdryer roared, scattering the Alpha pheromones, making Jin Sique’s breathing unavoidably heavy.

“The school matter has been taken care of,” Lü Zhongcai suddenly said, her cold voice devoid of any waves.

Jin Sique paused, then remembered something and said, “I told you there was no need…”

“Go to sleep,” Lü Zhongcai said.

Jin Sique nodded, put away the hairdryer, took off the necklace from her neck, and placed it on the bedside table. After doing all this, she leaned over to help Lü Zhongcai remove hers.

The Omega’s hair brushed against Lü Zhongcai’s nose. The cold touch of the necklace slid over her skin, creating an electrical current that ignited the pheromones in the air.

“Hold this,” Lü Zhongcai said.

Jin Sique stiffened, but her stiffness was very brief. In just an instant, she covered it up well.

Lü Zhongcai pinched Jin Sique’s jawline and gave her a light kiss. When they separated, she whispered, “You haven’t explained the bar incident yet.”

Jin Sique lowered her head, playing with Lü Zhongcai’s necklace and ring in her hands.

The silver chain was very thin, so fine that it seemed the jewel-encrusted ring was its limit. She had to be careful not to snap or break the silver chain.

The silver chain bound the Omega’s hands. She lay on her side, her knees touching the soft bedding, curling up tightly like a small, cowering animal, lowering her head to hug herself.

Jin Sique: “I… I don’t want to explain…”

Only the rapid heaving of her chest revealed her frantic and angry emotions at that moment.

The pheromones were almost pervasive. When plentiful, an Omega could sink into a drenched mire of desire and release violently, even without an Alpha’s touch.

Jin Sique was somewhat unable to control her expression. She kept her head down, trying her best not to look at Lü Zhongcai’s face. But when her gaze fixed on the Alpha’s softly drooping legs, the fury mixed with shame and pleasure in her chest burned even more intensely.

Lü Zhongcai…

This Alpha now couldn’t even manage basic daily life without her, yet she was still unable to refuse or resist her…