A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 12

Yu Wanyin hadn’t expected Qiao Sanghe to surprise her like this—it completely caught her off guard. Refusing a request like that from her boss felt almost impossible.

But this outfit… it was way too provocative. Just imagining herself in it made her heart race and her cheeks flush.

She hesitantly asked, testing the waters, “Is this… for me?”

“Yes,” Qiao Sanghe replied, lips curling ever so slightly. She could already picture the look on Yu Wanyin’s face when she opened the package—probably quite amusing.

Wanyin hesitated as she held the box. She had never touched anything like this before. To her, it was unfamiliar, uncertain… and carried meanings she couldn’t quite name.

Qiao Sanghe, her financial backer and boss, had made this request—and of course, Wanyin couldn’t say no. Especially now, with her sister Xiaoya’s surgery scheduled for next Saturday. Nothing could go wrong before then. She never forgot: this job was her only hope of covering the sky-high cost of her sister’s bone marrow transplant.

She couldn’t bear the idea of a donor finally becoming available, only for her sister to miss the operation due to lack of money. That kind of hope followed by despair—it was simply too cruel.

“Okay,” she finally said, “but… I’ve never worn anything like this before. Can you… show me how?”

The latex costume was short, tight-fitting, and intricately designed. It didn’t look like something you would wear under normal circumstances. Honestly, she couldn’t even imagine what sort of occasion it was for.

Qiao Sanghe agreed with a quiet hum and told her to wait in her room.

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Thirty minutes later

Wanyin stood in one of the villa’s guest rooms, anxiously waiting.

Qiao Sanghe arrived dressed in a black lace gown. The sheer cut-outs at her waist showed off her perfect figure. Her deep-set eyes radiated an aloof intensity that made it hard to breathe.

She rarely smiled. Her usual expression was distant and unreadable. Lips like crimson plum blossoms, pressed tight, cool as frost beneath winter snow.

Who could have guessed that behind such elegance hid such a dangerously twisted personality? Qiao Sanghe was easily the most contradictory person Wanyin had ever met. If she hadn’t seen the real her with her own eyes, she too would’ve been fooled by the façade.

“…Do I really have to wear this?” Wanyin asked quietly.

“Of course,” came the calm reply.

Sanghe looked at her with a knowing gaze—so naïve, so unexposed. When she first hired her, she had run a full background check. Wanyin was as simple and straightforward as she came. There was probably no one more pure than her.

She had spent her entire life struggling to survive and raise her sister. Hardship had filled most of her years. But even so, she held firm moral lines—never once stepping outside the law, no matter how desperate.

She never had time or interest in vices. Her world revolved around surviving and making money. She was—by all accounts—honest to the core.

That’s exactly what had drawn Qiao Sanghe in to begin with.

In front of her, Wanyin was like an open book—nothing hidden, nothing she couldn’t read.

“I… I don’t know how to put this on,” Wanyin admitted, voice trembling. “Can you show me?”

“Sure,” Sanghe said coolly. “First, take everything off.”

Her voice was like a crisp stream in winter—chilly, smooth, deceptively gentle. But Wanyin’s heart started pounding.

She slowly reached for her buttons, unfastening them one by one. As more pale skin appeared beneath, the contrast against her dark clothes made her ears flush a deep pink.

Qiao Sanghe enjoyed every second of it.

The room lights were bright—intentionally so. During the reality show they’d filmed together, the lighting had been too dim to really see anything. This time, Sanghe had turned on every light in the room so nothing would be hidden.

Under the lights, Wanyin’s flawless skin practically glowed. She became even more self-conscious, instinctively covering herself as if shielding her skin from Sanghe’s intense gaze.

Her eyes were cool, but the way they roamed her body burned.

Wanyin was, after all, an alpha by designation—usually confident and upbeat. It only took her a moment to steady herself. If Sanghe wanted to look, she will let her.

Sanghe’s fingers brushed lightly against her skin, like she couldn’t get enough of the sensation. She repeated the motion over and over, until a soft, breathy sound escaped Wanyin’s lips. Only then did she begin dressing her in the costume.

The latex clung to Wanyin’s curves like a second skin, outlining every shape and dip with tantalizing precision. Paired with a devil tail and matching headpiece, the whole look was playful, seductive, almost criminally inviting.

The cuffs, ankle restraints, and bondage ropes nearby made things even clearer.

Sanghe stared at her like she was ready to devour her.

Without hesitation, she tied Wanyin up. The ropes traced intricate, risqué patterns across her body. It was a work of art—dangerous, sinful, and breathtaking.

She twirled the tail once and grinned. “You look… stunning.”

Wanyin already knew how she must look. Shameless, tempting.

Still, she met Sanghe’s gaze and asked, tongue slightly dry, “Do you… like this?”

That single motion—licking her lips—was all it took. Sanghe nearly lost control. Did Wanyin not realize how utterly irresistible she looked right now?

Instead of answering with words, Sanghe straddled her lap and kissed her—soft at first, then deep and consuming. That one kiss ignited all the feelings Wanyin had tried to bury.

Even if Qiao Sanghe’s ideas were always extreme and unpredictable, Wanyin still found herself falling—again and again.

This woman was dangerous, cruel in her intensity, but unforgettable.

“Qiao…” Wanyin gasped. “Can you untie me?”

“No,” Sanghe said with a teasing smile. “I want you to just sit there and let me kiss you.”

She gently caressed Wanyin’s cheek and kissed her again, coaxing her alpha pheromones into a slow-burning frenzy.

The scent—so familiar, so intoxicating—made Wanyin feel an overwhelming need to be closer, to merge completely.

“Stop… If this keeps going, I’ll go into heat early. That’s not good,” she warned, breath shaky.

Sanghe didn’t seem concerned. They’d been here before. Wanyin was now on regular suppressants, unlike last time when she couldn’t afford them. The past breakdown wasn’t her fault.

Smiling lazily, Sanghe whispered, “Your skin feels so warm. You’re holding back so hard. It must be exhausting… Don’t worry. I can help.”

Wanyin’s heart dropped.

That smile always meant trouble.

“I-I’m fine. Really. I can control it,” she insisted.

“But do you want to?” Sanghe murmured, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Wanyin’s neck.

Wanyin trembled—her scent gland reacting instantly.

If she wasn’t tied up right now, she would’ve pounced. An alpha pushed to the edge was a dangerous thing.

Her eyes glistened red with unsatisfied heat. She was desperate, frustrated… and helpless.

Sanghe found her adorable like this. Helpless, needy, squirming—it was a perfect mix of sweet and sinful.

“I’ll ask one last time,” she whispered. “Do you want my help?”

Wanyin bit her lip, refusing to speak.

“Fine. Let’s see how long that stubborn mouth of yours lasts.”

She walked away and returned with a candle. The flame flickered gently. A single drop of melted wax fell onto Wanyin’s exposed skin.

She cried out—the heat sharp, shocking.

But before she could process it, Sanghe leaned down and licked the exact spot the wax had touched. The wet heat against the lingering sting was enough to make Wanyin forget her own name.

Pain and pleasure. Fire and ice.

She had no words. Just pure, helpless reaction.

Then Sanghe whispered, teeth grazing her ear:
“Still want to pretend you don’t want me? Say it.”

Breath ragged, eyes filled with dazed longing, Wanyin finally whispered:
“…I want you.”