A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 17 (1)

The Omega’s heat surged like a ferocious flood.

The room’s doors and windows were tightly shut, the curtains drawn completely, leaving the pitch-black room devoid of light.

Only the pheromone extractor worked diligently.

The pheromone extractor glowed with a faint red light, blinking at a slow pace.

The upscale hotel staff were astute, guiding the guest silently, stealing glances at the young Alpha through the elevator walls.

At that time, Tomb Cheng had just turned sixteen.

Since confessing to Shen Zhiqing earlier that year and being induced into forced differentiation, the surging Alpha pheromones had caused her body to develop remarkably.

Her face still held some youthfulness but had lost the childlike quality of her pre-differentiated state.

Her features sharpened, revealing angular edges, exuding a commanding presence.

Her upright posture made her appear tall and imposing, masking her high school status.

The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor.

The staff led her out, the quiet corridor soft under Tomb Cheng’s white sneakers, leaving marks on the plush carpet.

At room 1106, Tomb Cheng took the keycard from the staff and said, “Thank you.”

She silently declined their offer to open the door, unwilling to let anyone see or smell Shen Zhiqing’s pheromones.

Though the hotel staff wore suppressants or were Betas, Shen Zhiqing’s pheromones were irresistibly sweet.

The Alpha’s authoritative tone startled the staff, who quickly noted that the room’s guest had seemed unwell upon arrival and left.

Tomb Cheng swiped the keycard, and Shen Zhiqing’s pheromones rushed toward her instantly.

Intense, bitter, unbearable, with a faint salty-sweet note, the keen Alpha pinpointed the pheromone source in the dark, closed the door behind her, left the keycard uninserted, and approached the room’s interior.

Under white bedding, Shen Zhiqing endured the pain and hunger of her feverish body.

She felt her pvssy pulsing, its juices soaking her underwear, clinging wetly to her.

The pheromones’ agitation gnawed at her body like ants, itchy, thirsty, needing comfort, needing…

“Mm~” A weak, powerless moan from the Omega drifted from under the blanket into Tomb Cheng’s ears.

The young Alpha’s face flushed instantly, her heartbeat pounding—thump, thump.

The Omega’s pheromones prompted her to release her own, responding instinctively.

The cold, dark plum blossom scent peeled open the cherry’s skin, revealing ripe cherries glistening temptingly, soaked in a wine jar, their faint liquor aroma reddening her face.

Tomb Cheng pulled back the blanket.

The Omega was soothing herself inside.

Tomb Cheng saw her fingertips teasing the flesh above her pvssy, the moist, pale pink flesh pulsing faintly.

“Senior,” the Alpha called softly.

The gentle call made Shen Zhiqing open her hazy eyes, inhaling her scent—a clear, cold plum fragrance.

“You’re here,” Shen Zhiqing said, hooking her arms around her.

With unknown strength, she sat up, burrowed into the Alpha’s embrace, and greedily inhaled her scent.

The cold fragrance eased a fraction of the Omega’s discomfort, but only slightly.

Shen Zhiqing clung softly, rubbing her scalding face against her, showing deep attachment and affection, her breath hot.

She sounded aggrieved, her voice tearful as she blamed the Alpha, “Why did you take so long? I feel so bad…”

Tomb Cheng, now as tall as her, easily held her close, sat on the bed, pulled her onto her lap, one arm around her waist, the other taking over where she left off, touching the Omega’s awakened labia, and coaxed gently, “Sorry, Senior. There was traffic.”

It was the weekend.

Tomb Cheng was heading to the orphanage but rushed back after Shen Zhiqing’s call.

Her mind clouded by sudden heat, Shen Zhiqing didn’t catch her words, sat sideways on the Alpha’s leg, leaning crookedly, her face flushed, still aggrieved, and said, “Touch me…”

Her skirt wrinkled, Tomb Cheng unzipped it, probed along the labia’s seam, her fingertip barely touching inside, and the Omega softened uncontrollably.

“Mm!”

“Touch me more…” she urged.

Shen Zhiqing’s eyes shimmered with tears, reflecting Tomb Cheng. She hooked her neck, kissed her lower lip, and pressed, “Hurry~”

Her teary expression looked deeply wronged.

Tomb Cheng obliged, their high compatibility drawing them closer quickly.

Her fingertips rubbed the cl!toris, grazing the labia lightly.

The Omega’s pheromones grew richer, carrying the unique sweetness of her heat.

“Mm~ Harder,” Shen Zhiqing said, biting her lower lip, exhaling her faint breath into the Alpha’s mouth.

Tomb Cheng applied more pressure, twisting the cl!toris.

Soon, the small red bud trembled under her touch, the pvssy below leaking more fluid, a salty-bitter scent spreading from the fabric.

A small climax couldn’t satisfy someone in heat.

Shen Zhiqing breathed heavily, knelt on Tomb Cheng, and stripped off her skirt in front of the Alpha.

Her smooth skin was exposed, the youthful body of a young woman before Tomb Cheng.

Three years older, Shen Zhiqing’s body initially intimidated Tomb Cheng, who avoided looking, but with time, seeing it aroused her desires, just as Shen Zhiqing’s pheromones had triggered her forced differentiation.

Their birthdays were days apart.

The nineteen-year-old’s skin glowed, fair and tender.

One glance nearly made Tomb Cheng surrender.