A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 9

Yu Wanyin’s voice was unsteady as she replied, “Mm, I’ll be gentle.”

Qiao Sanghe’s skin was unbelievably delicate—just a brush would leave a flush of red. Dressing her in that elaborate gown required inevitable contact, so Yu Wanyin moved with extreme care, worried she might hurt her. And since she wasn’t very skilled at tying intricate ribbons, her hands moved slowly, fingertips brushing softly over Qiao’s bare skin again and again.

Each touch, no matter how brief, stirred something inside her. Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing grew shallow.

She stood mere inches behind Qiao Sanghe, the light, sweet scent wafting off her—vanilla with something faintly citrusy—pulling her in like a tide. There was an uncontrollable urge within her, one that begged to wrap this woman up in her arms.

She exhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing pulse. But the more flustered she got, the harder it became to find the right ribbon on the back of the dress. Her fingers kept slipping, trying again and again to thread it, all in vain.

Qiao Sanghe turned slightly, watching Yu Wanyin struggle. She let out a small sigh and gently guided her.

“Like this,” she said softly. “You start here.”

She reached for Yu Wanyin’s hands and placed them gently around her waist. Then, she guided them up along the elegant curves of her body, until they came to rest on her pale, smooth back. She could feel the strength in Yu Wanyin’s hands—there were faint calluses at her fingertips, probably from doing housework. Those roughened pads tickled faintly against her sensitive skin.

The scent of Yu Wanyin’s pheromones was subtle but unmistakable—sweet and citrusy, like a freshly peeled orange. She was standing so close, her arms wrapped lightly around Qiao’s back, their bodies practically pressed together. That refreshing aroma enveloped Qiao Sanghe completely, cocooning her in warmth.

And then, her mind wandered—unbidden—to that long-ago night.

That fleeting encounter.

That scent.

It stirred something buried deep in her memory. Her skin heated faintly, and her body responded like it was in pre-heat. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling she’d never experienced before—desire, raw and unfamiliar.

“I got it,” Yu Wanyin murmured, finally managing to lace the dress properly.

Her face was slightly flushed, her delicate features glowing. Her lashes were long and thick, and when she focused, she was beautiful—striking, really. With her strong, lean build, she had the perfect Alpha physique. She looked like she could lift Qiao Sanghe effortlessly.

And yet, for reasons Qiao couldn’t explain, being this close to Yu Wanyin always stirred something inside her. That scent—it was hauntingly familiar. Addictive. Like tasting something once and never being able to forget it.

She was starting to believe it: maybe Yu Wanyin really was the mysterious Alpha from that night.

By the time the dress was fully fastened, nearly an hour had passed.

A full hour just to tie a ribbon.

The livestream chat exploded in knowing laughter:

【Who takes an hour to tie a bow? These two just wanted an excuse to spend more time together.】

【So sweet. Please stay in the dressing room forever.】

【I swear they’re real. You can’t fake that tension.】

As Yu Wanyin stepped back to admire her work, she was stunned. The gown—smoky gray with delicate detailing—elevated Qiao Sanghe’s entire aura. She looked breathtaking.

And with that flawless face, Yu Wanyin suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to pull her into a hug.

Qiao Sanghe, as if reading her thoughts, leaned in and wrapped her arms around Yu Wanyin. The intimacy of the gesture made Yu Wanyin freeze. This was too much, especially with the cameras rolling. Her first instinct was to pull away—after all, the show was airing nationwide. What if the viewers weren’t ready for this?

But then she remembered—Qiao Sanghe was her boss. She hesitated, and her resistance melted. She let her hold her.

Qiao, on the other hand, didn’t care in the slightest.

She never worried about appearances—she only did what she wanted. Right now, what she wanted… was to be close.

With a lazy voice, she leaned in and murmured, “Do my makeup.”

Yu Wanyin picked up the brush and began applying makeup with a feather-light touch. Truthfully, Qiao Sanghe didn’t need much—her natural beauty was already striking. The makeup was just a subtle enhancement.

When Yu Wanyin applied the lipstick—bright and rich like a blooming flower—Qiao became almost unbearably alluring.

By the time they exited the dressing room, quite a long time had passed.

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This new challenge was a “Masquerade Ball Escape.” The rules were more complex than before. They had to follow scene-based clues and find the hidden exit to descend another floor.

Now, having graduated from “ordinary students” on the 12th floor, they were officially guests of the grand ball on the 11th.

Rules of the 11th Floor:

There were 25 total songs in the masquerade playlist, divided into two types: “single-play” and “double-play” tracks.

• If a song played once, it was a single-play.

• If it played a second time, it became a double-play.

• Odd-numbered plays = single, even = double.

Once five double-play songs were heard, guests were allowed to leave the ballroom and search for clues. But if five single-play songs occurred before that, the song count reset, and everything started over.

To add more chaos, they had to draw lots to determine how many times songs would play. Some lots increased the count, others decreased it—or revealed clues to the escape.

Until the five double-plays were reached, guests were not allowed to leave the ballroom.

And the ballroom?

It was pitch black.

No lights. Just music.

The only things visible were dim, shifting silhouettes of the other guests—NPCs lurking in the dark. The atmosphere was eerie, almost haunting.

When Yu Wanyin and Qiao Sanghe stepped into the ballroom, they were momentarily stunned. It was so dark… and they were expected to waltz?

Wouldn’t someone fall over?

Not to mention those vague human shapes in the darkness—it gave the entire space a haunted feel.

Even knowing it was all part of the show’s design didn’t help. A chill crawled up Qiao Sanghe’s spine. Whether from the blasting air conditioning or just nerves, her body tensed involuntarily, and she instinctively slipped behind Yu Wanyin.

Yu Wanyin’s presence radiated stability. Slightly taller, with a warm body and steady energy, she offered a sense of security. Qiao Sanghe pressed herself close, unconsciously seeking that warmth.

It felt natural.

She didn’t think twice about it.

But Yu Wanyin’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Qiao Sanghe’s soft, fragrant body was practically pressed to her chest. The sweet scent—like vanilla cake—was too much. She could feel the heat building on her own skin.

As the music played on, Qiao found herself dreading even the idea of letting go.

It was too cold. The dress was thin. And Yu Wanyin was warm.

So she stayed in her arms.

And when the time came to dance, Yu Wanyin simply wrapped her arms around her. Qiao pressed close, her body soft and clingy, refusing to behave in her embrace.

The music began—a soft, elegant waltz.

Their bodies swayed together.

Qiao Sanghe nestled into her neck. Yu Wanyin bent down slightly, whispering comfort in her ear, her strong hands wrapped securely around Qiao’s slender waist. Their embrace was so intimate it looked more like a kiss.

Yu Wanyin’s breathing grew heavier. The heat rising from her was impossible to ignore—desire, raw and thick in the air, burned on her skin.

Qiao felt it. The way Wanyin’s breath touched her shoulder. The way her lips hovered near her ear. She rose on her tiptoes, drawn in by that heat.

Yu Wanyin could feel the shift—the hunger in Qiao Sanghe’s gaze. She snapped.

All restraint crumbled.

She wrapped Qiao up tightly in her arms, crushed her soft body to her own—

And kissed her.

Hard.

Fierce.

Fiery.