After a Disabled Alpha Marked a Yandere Female Lead - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: VIP

In a narrow, dimly lit space, the muggy, dry summer air had not circulated for a long time, and a strange stench permeated it. This was a secluded basement. The mottled walls were peeling, revealing the earthen bricks underneath. It had rained frequently in the past two months, and water stains seeped through the cracks. But ever since Jiang Yun was locked in here, she had no sense of day or night and never knew where she was.

Her eyes had adapted to the darkness. All around her were red plastic barrels as tall as an adult, placed in rows. Sometimes, she even felt that the liquid inside these barrels was heating up and boiling, gurgling and bubbling. Pop! one of the sealed corners would be squeezed open, and a formaldehyde-like gas would leak out. A pale arm would stretch out, and because some of its muscles were severely decomposed, it would turn into a mushy liquid that dripped down the side of the barrel. As she watched it “plop” down, Jiang Yun sat on the ground and recoiled in terror.

But when she looked up again, everything in front of her was pitch black, and the seals on the plastic barrels were firmly in place. Her stomach ached violently. The hunger made her weak all over, and sometimes she could hear unfamiliar voices. In reality, she was the only “living person” there. Jiang Yun only remembered the final scene: she was on a vacation yacht with Auntie Xie.

Across the rows of plastic barrels, she heard heavy footsteps approaching, and at the same time, the sound of chains dragging on the concrete floor rang out. Clang, clang, clang— Jiang Yun curled up, not daring to breathe. A single thought formed in her mind: she had to hide. After a long while, the sounds outside disappeared. Just as Jiang Yun was about to peek out, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of her. The person was wearing a large, transparent raincoat splattered with fresh, steaming bl00d. In the darkness, she saw the knife the young man was holding. It glinted with a cold light, reflecting the image of a little girl.

“Such a rare specimen. Many people want to buy you from me, hehe. It would be a waste for you to die in my hands.”

…

Jiang Yun did not chase after her. She was so engrossed in the nightmare of her past that her will was affected. Her vision was blurry, and she couldn’t distinguish between fantasy and reality.

With a crash, she knocked everything off the desk. The wine bottle and glasses shattered on the floor, mixing with a cold, crimson liquid. The phone cord was torn, and the voice on the other end was intermittent. Zzzzzzzz… The electrical noise gradually disappeared, and silence returned. Jiang Yun’s chest rose and fell violently, and her temples throbbed. She felt a raging fire burning inside her. In her extreme struggle, a desire for destruction was born out of her suppression, making her want to destroy the beauty in front of her. Her heart plummeted into a hazy exhaustion.

But Zhu Qingluo was gone.

Ten minutes earlier, Zhu Qingluo had rushed out of the study as if a monster were chasing her. Outside, it was empty and silent. She was all alone in the hallway. But as soon as she left the oppressive environment, she could finally breathe fresh air. She touched her chest. Her heart was beating too fast. It took a while before it gradually returned to normal. Zhu Qingluo stood outside, letting the cool wind blow over her for a while. Her mind calmed down. She glanced at the path she had taken; the end was pitch black.

Zhu Qingluo felt a little confused. Ever since she moved into the Jiang family, she had been sleeping and eating with Jiang Yun almost every day. Sometimes, Jiang Yun treated her “badly,” but she always knew her limits. So, Zhu Qingluo had gotten used to it. Now, she suddenly remembered that in the original novel, Jiang Yun’s personality was dangerous, but she never expected to witness it in this way. Zhu Qingluo thought for a moment, slowly turned her wheelchair, and went to Jiang Yun’s bedroom. Jiang Yun hadn’t returned. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. She rummaged through the cabinets and, after a moment, found some psychotropic drugs in a drawer. Zhu Qingluo was surprised and looked at the ingredients. So that was it… She thought about Jiang Yun’s current state and couldn’t help but feel a little worried, so she returned to the study.

However, the situation was not what she had expected. The study was empty but in complete chaos. The glass of the bookshelf was shattered, as if it had been hit by a metal tool. The wine on the carpet had already dried, and a new layer of fresh wine was nearby, along with broken bottles and glass shards. The curtains across from her were tightly drawn. Only a faint light from the wind slanted in when the curtains moved, making the room feel desolate.

Where could Jiang Yun have gone in a situation like this? Zhu Qingluo frowned. She remembered when she had left. Jiang Yun couldn’t have gotten out of the study before her. She looked around. There was space on both sides of the study. Following her intuition, she went to the other side, where a whole row of bookshelves was placed. In the dim light, there were several blind spots. Zhu Qingluo passed each of them one by one. Her palm was on the armrest, and her fingertips subconsciously tightened.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back. A cold sense of foreboding rose in her heart. She looked over her shoulder from the corner of her eye. She saw Jiang Yun right behind her. She quickly stopped her wheelchair and asked in a low voice, “Jiang—”

Suddenly, an ear-piercing sound came from under her wheelchair. It seemed to be stuck on a hard object, and Zhu Qingluo fell to the ground. A sharp pain shot through her left arm. Zhu Qingluo gasped. Her head was buzzing. She was almost completely immobile.

In the dim light, Zhu Qingluo held her breath. Jiang Yun, with her hair disheveled, her face pale, and her dress stained with large patches of red, approached her silently. She came to Zhu Qingluo’s side slowly, holding an axe. Zhu Qingluo broke out in a cold sweat. She had no idea where Jiang Yun got it. She didn’t dare to move a muscle.

Jiang Yun slowly leaned down and observed her without blinking. “Luo Luo, why did you come back?”

Zhu Qingluo’s eyelids twitched. She said in a low voice, “Please… put that down first.”

Jiang Yun’s lips turned up, but she shook her head. “It’s very dangerous here. There are so many people hiding in the barrels. They’ll sneak out when you’re not looking. But you don’t have to be afraid. I’ll protect you.”

Zhu Qingluo stared at her, and the bl00d in her body suddenly turned cold. She knew what Jiang Yun was referring to. When she was about seven, Jiang Yun was kidnapped from a yacht and moved a thousand miles away overnight. One of the kidnappers was a serial killer who liked to put bodies in plastic barrels soaked in formaldehyde. Jiang Yun spent two years in the darkness, keeping company with these “people.” Even though she was eventually rescued, Jiang Yun was severely traumatized and her personality completely changed.

“That happened a long time ago,” Zhu Qingluo swallowed. Her voice was a little hoarse.

Jiang Yun’s expression was stunned. She didn’t move for a long time. Seeing this, Zhu Qingluo took out the medicine bottle from her pocket and said sincerely, “It’s okay. Just take this, and you’ll be fine.”

“You think I’m sick?”

Jiang Yun’s expression became more and more deranged. The hatred in her eyes surged. She was indeed very sick. For a long time, Zhu Qingluo didn’t dare to make a sound. After a brief thought, she didn’t insist. Instead, she changed her tone to a gentler one. “Can you help me up?” In reality, Zhu Qingluo not only felt pain in her body, but her forehead also felt like it was splitting open. She must have hit the corner of the table when she fell. Zhu Qingluo slowly extended her hand. Jiang Yun lowered her gaze and saw her touching her arm. For a moment, she forgot to react. The fair, slender fingers passed over her skin, gently sliding to the inside of her wrist. It tickled a little, pulling at a certain nerve in her body. In the midst of the damp filth, a strange desire grew wildly. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart was beating violently in her chest.

Jiang Yun felt a different kind of excitement. So, when Zhu Qingluo grabbed the axe in her hand and took it away, she didn’t resist at all. The dim, stuffy environment was oppressive. Zhu Qingluo’s forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that slowly rolled down onto the carpet. Because of her nervousness, her heart rate was also a little fast. When she saw that Jiang Yun had calmed down, she was secretly relieved. She threw the axe to the side, making sure Jiang Yun wouldn’t pick it up again. But before long, she saw Jiang Yun straddling her.

Zhu Qingluo frowned. She couldn’t help but say, “You can’t… don’t do that right now…” Jiang Yun’s current poor state shouldn’t be “stimulated” any further. A sense of worry rose in her heart. Danger was close at hand. But the distance between them was too close. She could clearly smell the scent of Jiang Yun’s pheromones, which were quickly undergoing a chemical reaction in the air.

Suddenly, Jiang Yun grabbed her hair and pulled it with her fingers. Zhu Qingluo’s words were cut off, and her vision went black. Then, Jiang Yun reached out with her other hand and touched the collar of her shirt, skillfully stroking the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders, and lightly tapping her collarbone with her fingertips. Zhu Qingluo’s breathing faltered, and her body stiffened a little.

Jiang Yun’s lips curved into a smile. She was satisfied with her reaction. She let go of Zhu Qingluo’s hair, lowered her head, and focused on unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time… Even though this wasn’t a natural susceptible period, the scent of the omega’s pheromones would naturally attract nearby alphas. Zhu Qingluo could also feel her own pheromones expanding outward. Certain excited factors in her body were rapidly expanding under the catalysis of the omega’s pheromones, and an unnamed fire burned uncontrollably.

Zhu Qingluo raised her hands and placed them on Jiang Yun’s knees, her knuckles slightly turning white. She didn’t know if she wanted to push her away or hold her in place. Jiang Yun’s eyes were dark, and her breathing gradually grew heavier. She placed her hands behind her back and unzipped her dress with a gentle tug. Suddenly, her dress slipped off her white shoulders and piled up like a flower on Zhu Qingluo’s waist. In the dim environment, the sight in front of her was incredibly striking.

Zhu Qingluo could barely look away. Her hands were on Jiang Yun’s waist. It was slender and supple, and her skin was as smooth and delicate as silk, making her want to linger. Then, she slowly wrapped her arms around her from behind, exploring more hidden and rounded areas.

“Mmm…” Jiang Yun’s hand rested on Zhu Qingluo’s chest. She lowered her eyes and saw a hint of desire in them. She was a little stunned and actually forgot about the situation they were in. Jiang Yun leaned down a little and lifted her chin, wanting to look more closely. But Zhu Qingluo didn’t notice. Because her rationality was already on the verge of collapsing, unable to be stopped. It was quickly burned away by the fire Jiang Yun had lit.

It wasn’t until a sensitive response came from her body that Jiang Yun couldn’t help but let out a gasp. Jiang Yun’s body trembled, and her fingertips shook as she let go of her. Then, she collapsed on top of Zhu Qingluo. The perfect lines of her back stretched out, her skin gradually stained with a faint blush. Fine, glistening beads of sweat rolled down her body. Zhu Qingluo frowned. She didn’t look like she was enjoying it either. In the quiet air, the other person’s panting was both painful and pleasurable.

Plop, plop, plop. The rhythmic, ambiguous sound of liquid was clearly audible in her ears, thanks to Jiang Yun’s dominance. In this chaotic night, the two of them didn’t speak again. They just did what they had done before, completely following the urges of their bodies.

But when things got heated, some things were difficult to control. Jiang Yun was extremely satisfied. She looked down at Zhu Qingluo’s face, her gaze dropping, then she naturally leaned down. However, in the second before she could kiss her, Zhu Qingluo turned her head away.

The smile on Jiang Yun’s lips froze, and her breathing became lighter. As the fever symptoms subsided, her consciousness began to return. She remembered everything she had done to Zhu Qingluo and felt immense regret. She didn’t expect Zhu Qingluo to come back. The two of them remained in the same position. Jiang Yun held her shoulders, and her fingertips curled inward.

“I’m sorry.”