Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, a Dainty Omega is Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 32
How could she unreservedly entrust her bare back to an outsider? Even if that person was a Beta, she wasn’t just “handing it over”; in a sense, she was inviting a touch upon her body.
Xiao Yun was twenty-five years old, and this was the first time she was about to touch another woman’s body!
Her heart felt numb. Moreover, she didn’t know if this woman, Jiang Cha, would record this debt in her little “revenge notebook.”
Vaguely, she seemed to glimpse a vision of Jiang Cha lying in Li Rang’s arms, acting spoiled.
“A-Rang, Xiao Yun touched my back. What should we do?”
Jiang Cha, as always, was delicate and unable to care for herself.
“I’ll kidnap her and leave her to your disposal.”
Jiang Cha, holding a pair of red-handled scissors, gave a sharp snip: “Then let’s start with her fingers.”
In the sweltering heat, Xiao Yun felt a sudden chill run through her. She couldn’t help but shudder.
“Yunyun?”
Jiang Cha waved the sunscreen in front of her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Xiao Yun snapped back to reality, her gaze landing on Jiang Cha’s face. Those naturally innocent almond eyes conquered her once again.
“No, nothing.”
Jiang Cha turned her back to her.
“Then let’s begin.”
Xiao Yun gripped the sunscreen, pumping herself up. As a “CEO” persona, how could she show fear? It was just applying sunscreen, not drinking poison.
Jiang Cha sat a bit closer to her, her back turned. Her long, waterfall-like hair reached her waist, showcasing a perfect waist-to-hip ratio. She had the slimmest waist and the most iconic, shapely hips. For someone who practiced dance, there wasn’t a trace of extra fat; her lines were as clean and sharp as a pencil sketch.
The edges of her lotus-pink bikini bottoms hugged her skin tightly, creating faint, smooth indentations.
Xiao Yun reached out to lift Jiang Cha’s hair, like pulling back a curtain. Behind that curtain lay a sexy, exposed back. A bikini strap, about as thick as a pinky finger, was tied in a bow; when the hair was moved, it looked like a bird about to take flight.
Jiang Cha’s back arched slightly as she let out a slow breath, her fair spine pressing back down.
Xiao Yun followed with a heavy exhale of her own.
She squeezed out a dollop of sunscreen the size of an egg into her palm. Using her middle and ring fingers to scoop up a large portion, Xiao Yun finally looked up at that glowing back. As if possessed, she muttered, “Here I come.”
Jiang Cha nodded. “Mhm.”
Xiao Yun pressed her fingertips down gently, choosing a spot on Jiang Cha’s shoulder blade. The skin felt like white chocolate melting at her touch; the sensation was exquisite.
“Ah!”
Jiang Cha’s shoulders flinched, and she let out a soft whimper.
Xiao Yun immediately retracted her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s so cold.”
Breaking out in a cold sweat, Xiao Yun covered the spot again with her fingers. “You’ll get used to it.”
She dotted the cream across her shoulders, spine, and waist, then spread her palm wide. “I’m starting to rub it in now.”
Jiang Cha nodded. “Mhm.”
She pressed her palm down. Jiang Cha’s body was on the cooler side, feeling like chilled, high-grade silk—the kind that costs seventy thousand dollars a centimeter.
Jiang Cha breathed deeply and couldn’t help but laugh. “Haha!”
Did I hit a tickle spot? Xiao Yun wondered. “What is it?”
“It tickles so much,” Jiang Cha explained.
Xiao Yun felt wooden. Applying sunscreen was more nerve-wracking than storming a fortress! Can we please be calm?
“You’ll get used to it,” Xiao Yun said, her go-to phrase.
She could hear the whirring of the camera lens zooming in. She could even hear the director and the host whispering nearby.
“It feels very intimate. This segment is excellent.”
Xiao Yun took a deep breath. Is Jiang Cha satisfied now? She began to draw circles across her back, spreading the cream.
Jiang Cha murmured again: “Yunyun’s hands are so hot.”
“Huh?”
“Can you be a bit gentler?”
Jiang Cha suddenly turned her head. A blush started from her earlobes and climbed all the way to her small nose.
Hey, I thought she didn’t care, Xiao Yun thought.
“Okay, I’ll be gentler.” She slowed her pace. “How’s this?”
“It’s very comfortable now. You’re making me feel very comfortable.”
“That’s good.” Xiao Yun’s fingers trembled. It took nearly ten minutes to apply one tube of sunscreen.
Jiang Cha’s smooth spine, thin shoulder blades, and even her sexy dimples were all covered by Xiao Yun’s careful application.
Only the scent gland remained.
You can’t put sunscreen on the gland. It’s too sensitive; any chemical contact could cause itching or inflammation.
This was delicate work.
Xiao Yun held her breath, dabbed a bit of cream on her middle finger, and gently drew circles around the gland.
This time, Jiang Cha didn’t speak or whimper. Her body suddenly stiffened, and she became completely still. It was as if Xiao Yun was holding the “throat of destiny.” Like a kitten being scruffed, she didn’t dare move.
Jiang Cha was actually quite obedient like this.
Xiao Yun rubbed gently, noticing that Jiang Cha hadn’t taken a breath for nearly a minute.
It wasn’t until her fingertips moved away that Jiang Cha exhaled sharply, as if relaxing after enduring great pain. She turned back to take the sunscreen, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
Once the sunscreen was on, Director Liao Yanyan stood in the center of the beach, holding a pale yellow dodgeball, and explained the rules.
Team A: Dami & Xiaomi, the Beta couple, and Xiao Yun’s pair.
Team B: Xia Yueyao and Honey’s pair.
The two sides faced off across a center line. Omegas stood behind their Alphas (or “bottoms” behind “tops,” given the variety of couples).
The first ball went to Xia Yueyao’s Alpha. Since their team had fewer people, they were given the opening. However, dodgeball isn’t necessarily about numbers; it’s about 1v1 skill.
The host, in his raspy voice, announced: “Delicate Omegas, please hold your Alphas tight. The game is about to begin!”
Everyone complied, including Jiang Cha.
Xiao Yun wore a lime-green one-piece swimsuit with a unique cut-out at the waist. Although she was a Beta, her figure was taller than the other Alphas. Her legs looked endless, perfectly proportioned. Xiao Yun crouched in a defensive stance, her hips lightly touching Jiang Cha’s stomach.
“Hold onto me.”
Jiang Cha’s cool hands gripped her. A chill traveled from Xiao Yun’s waist to her core, then through her whole body like an electric shock.
She swallowed hard and glanced back. Jiang Cha was smaller, and Xiao Yun could shield her completely. “Move when I move. If I go down, you go down. Got it?”
Jiang Cha looked suspicious. “Have you played dodgeball?”
“We had a competition during a company team-building event. I took first place.”
But those were one-on-one. Playing with a “human attachment” on her back was a first.
The director’s intent wasn’t the sport; it was the chemistry—the protective instincts and the interaction.
The whistle blew, and everyone started moving.
Xia Yueyao’s Alpha made several feints. The ball was aimed at Xiao Yun several times, but the rule was that it only counted if it hit the Omega. Seeing Xiao Yun shielding Jiang Cha so thoroughly, the opponent pivoted to attack Dami and Xiaomi.
In the process of dodging, Jiang Cha’s fingers dug into Xiao Yun’s skin, and her body pressed close. In the heat of summer, Jiang Cha felt like a block of ice—quite refreshing. Their arms, legs, and even chests brushed against each other in the frantic movement. Xiao Yun was working up a sweat.
Dami and Xiaomi were eliminated first. Next, the ball went to the Beta couple.
Jiang Cha held Xiao Yun’s waist, her chin resting on Xiao Yun’s shoulder as she watched the “drama” unfold. She seemed completely unconcerned with boundaries, perhaps because she knew Xiao Yun was a Beta.
The Beta opponent aimed a low shot at the Alpha, who tried to crouch, but the ball hit the Alpha right below the stomach.
The crowd winced. Xia Yueyao laughed behind her hand. “Are you okay?”
The Alpha, sweating, insisted: “I’m fine, I’m fine.”
Jiang Cha hissed, whispering against Xiao Yun’s back: “So awkward. That must hurt.”
Xiao Yun muffled a laugh: “She’s holding in an internal injury.”
Eventually, the Alpha eliminated the Beta couple out of spite. Now, the ball was in Xiao Yun’s hands.
Xiao Yun dropped into a horse stance, eyeing Xia Yueyao’s shins. If she threw low, the bounce might hit her.
She gripped the ball and threw. But the Alpha, having learned her lesson, snapped her legs shut and kicked. The ball ricocheted off her and hit Honey.
“Honey’s pair, OUT!”
It was clear Xia Yueyao’s side was playing dirty—deliberately redirecting the ball to eliminate their own teammate just to get possession of the ball again. Now the “Pale Alpha” faced Xiao Yun.
“Only two pairs left! Who will win?” the host shouted.
“Jiang Cha, go! Yueyao, go!”
Xiao Yun narrowed her eyes, predicting the throw. Left? Right? High? Low?
Jiang Cha pressed tight against her back, fully defensive.
“Here it comes!” The opponent threw with a gust of wind.
The ball flew straight for Xiao Yun’s head. She didn’t dare dodge; if she moved, Jiang Cha would be hit, and they would lose. Since she couldn’t use her hands, she met the ball head-on, headering it back with her forehead.
“Why aim for the face?” Honey shouted.
Xiaomi added, “Exactly! That’s a foul, Director!”
Xiao Yun felt a dull thud, and for a moment, she saw stars.
Jiang Cha immediately moved to the front. “Yunyun!” She reached out to brush the sand from Xiao Yun’s forehead, her eyes full of worry. “Does it hurt?”
Xiao Yun shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Sorry! We didn’t mean to!” Xia Yueyao called out from across the line.
“It’s fine. Let’s keep going.”
Xiao Yun scooped up the ball. Since the opponent was playing rough, she wouldn’t hold back. The other Alpha seemed to sense the killing intent as Xiao Yun “ignited.”
Xiao Yun pursed her lips, wound up, and hurled the ball with everything she had.
BAM!
It went straight for their heads. The “Pale Alpha” ducked instantly—abandoning her wife entirely—leaving Xia Yueyao to be smacked by the ball.
“Waaaah, it hurts!”
Jiang Cha let out a small laugh behind Xiao Yun. “Is her Alpha serious? She just ran away.”
“As they say: ‘Wives are like birds in the same forest—they fly their separate ways when disaster strikes,'” Xiao Yun explained.
Jiang Cha looked at her curiously. “You say the strangest things.”
“Strange how?” Xiao Yun felt a pang of nervousness.
“I don’t know. It just feels like you speak differently from us.”
“Just a random thought,” Xiao Yun covered quickly.
After the victory, they headed to the next destination. Xiao Yun drove, turning the AC down low.
Jiang Cha had changed into a pure white embroidered dress. With no makeup, she looked soft and “milky.” Xiao Yun felt much more at ease now that they were fully clothed.
She wore a white T-shirt and denim shorts, feeling relaxed.
Jiang Cha sipped icy water in the passenger seat. Xiao Yun steered with one hand, glancing at her in the mirror. “Drink less cold stuff.”
Jiang Cha stopped sipping. “Mhm.”
In the production room, Liao Yanyan watched the feed. “Wow, Xiao Yun is so warm. This is the love of a ‘President’—using the sternest tone to do the best things for you.”
In the car, Jiang Cha saw Xiao Yun tugging at her collar to vent heat. Her forehead veins were visible from the effort of the game, and large beads of sweat rolled down her jaw and into her collar.
Jiang Cha pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the sweat from Xiao Yun’s forehead, jaw, and collarbone. She didn’t go any further, just as Xiao Yun had been careful with the sunscreen.
“Thanks.”
Xiao Yun drove steadily. She could feel the “little kitten” grazing her skin and didn’t even dare swallow. She admired Jiang Cha’s ability to create “artificial sugar.”
“Yunyun, have a sip.”
Jiang Cha handed over the soda she had just been drinking. Xiao Yun froze. She even thought of indirect kissing.
Xiao Yun swallowed. She usually never shared drinks due to being a germaphobe, but in front of the lens, she couldn’t hesitate. She leaned over and took a light sip.
The straw carried the faint scent of roses. The orange flavor tasted “unpure”—as if she were tasting Jiang Cha’s lips. Would her lips taste like roses? The wicked thought flashed through her mind. Not my fault, she reasoned, Jiang Cha started it.
Shuncheng, Winter, Heavy Snow.
The food in the prison was good for the Winter Solstice. Inmates gathered to drink mutton soup and watch the latest variety show.
“This show is so bold! Is this allowed?”
The sight of beach bikinis, intimate dancing, and the sunscreen application made the inmates stare.
“Isn’t that the top Heavenly Queen, S-class Omega Jiang Cha?”
“Shhh, keep it down.”
Li Rang sat in the crowd, her soup untouched. Her eyes were fixed on the screen.
That Xiao Yun… how dare she? How dare she see Jiang Cha so exposed? How dare she touch her back and her gland?
She was fuming. As Jiang Cha’s first wife, she had only ever held hands—they hadn’t even kissed. Let alone touching a gland or marking.
Jiang Cha is too pure; she’s being fooled by Xiao Yun, she thought.
Seeing Jiang Cha holding Xiao Yun’s waist during dodgeball made Li Rang’s eyes turn bloodshot. She stood up slowly.
“I’m going to get another bowl of soup,” she told Xinran.
Xinran followed her. She was already wearing her “going home” clothes. “Don’t take it to heart,” she said comfortingly.
Li Rang looked at her. Xinran was cute, but her heart belonged to Jiang Cha.
“I’m fine. The soup got cold.”
“I’m being released today,” Xinran said, fiddling with her fingers. “How should I contact you? If we want a lawyer, we need to pay them first.” The amount wasn’t small.
Li Rang found a pen and a tissue and wrote down her parents’ contact info and address. “Talk to them about the lawyer. I’ll call them immediately.”
She handed over the tissue. “I’ll have my accountant send the money. How much?”
Xinran touched her fingers. “About 3 million.”
Li Rang nodded. “I’ll leave it to you then.”
As Xinran left, Li Rang felt a surge of hope. Once she got out, she would expose Xiao Yun and take Jiang Cha back.
Coconut Grove Island.
Xiao Yun arrived at a pottery studio—a delicate cottage covered in greenery. The shopkeeper, a young Beta, led them inside. Tourists could buy ready-made pieces or make their own.
“Yunyun, let’s make that cup.”
Jiang Cha pointed to a red pottery cup with two small ears and a chubby body.
They sat at a pottery wheel. A lump of clay was spinning wildly.
“Put these on first.” The owner handed them aprons.
“What do we do? I’ve never done this,” Jiang Cha laughed.
Xiao Yun placed her hands on the clay, her slender fingers smoothing the spinning mass into a circle. “It’s not hard. I learned it in university.”
The clay felt silky, like melted chocolate, and piercingly cold.
“I thought you were a germaphobe?” Jiang Cha asked, seeing the dark mud on her hands.
“It’s just earth. It’s clean. I’ll wash it off later.”
“Want to try?” Xiao Yun looked up.
“You do it first. I’ll learn from you.”
Xiao Yun shaped the “chubby belly” of the cup.
“Yunyun, your fingers are so flexible.”
“Cough. You try.”
“I’m afraid I’ll ruin it. You start the hole; I’ll watch.”
Xiao Yun swallowed. Is she doing this on purpose or is she really naive?
“You have to make a hole in the center to make a cup,” Jiang Cha nudged her.
Xiao Yun held her breath and pushed her index and middle fingers into the top of the clay. The mud spun around her fingers, widening into a rim.
“That’s it,” Jiang Cha said. “But it hasn’t reached the bottom yet.”
Xiao Yun was sweating; this was terrifying work. Under the “supervisor’s” watchful eye, she pushed her fingers deeper. The mud wrapped around her hand, tickling her.
Jiang Cha’s small, cool hand joined hers, cupping the outside of the clay.
“It feels so cool,” Jiang Cha laughed. “You come out, let me try.”
Xiao Yun went numb. She withdrew her hand, and Jiang Cha’s pale hand slid into the mud.
Maybe I’m just oversensitive, Xiao Yun thought. Being with a beauty like this and doing so many intimate things… I need to find a chance to talk to her.
“Yunyun, let’s do the final step together.”
Xiao Yun snapped back. Seeing Jiang Cha’s expectant look, she decided to cooperate. She recalled the famous scene from Ghost.
“Okay.”
Xiao Yun stood and semi-crouched behind her. Under Jiang Cha’s surprised gaze, she wrapped her arms around her and placed her hands over Jiang Cha’s.
Jiang Cha looked startled, her cheeks flushing slightly. The faint scent of roses filled Xiao Yun’s nose.
The clay slip squeezed between their fingers like an adhesive, binding them together.
But then, Jiang Cha’s hand trembled. The perfect “chubby belly” cup suddenly buckled and collapsed into a pile of mud.
Well, time to start over.
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