After the Scumbag Alpha Accidentally Marked the Blackened Villain - Chapter 22.1

“You said you’d help me…” Her voice trembled with grievance, soft and weak, just like her current state. An Omega in heat was already more sensitive than usual—reason and logic barely stood a chance.

Those wet, sultry eyes fixed on her made Lin Bie’s heart clench. Already tormented by her own susceptibility, she exhaled shakily, brows furrowed, enduring the tingling sensation on her skin where the girl’s tongue had brushed.

“I didn’t… I mean—I’m not…” Her mind was foggy, lost in a haze. She couldn’t even form a coherent explanation—words were stuck in her throat.

Sighing internally, Lin Bie gave up trying to respond. While she was still somewhat lucid, she ignored Leng Jinxi’s searing gaze and reached up to push open the stall partition—only to have her wrist suddenly grabbed by a feverish hand.

The rich scent of camellias seemed to surge anew, enveloping her spirit from the inside out. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the glands at the back of her neck throbbed, her entire body going taut.

Hot, pale fingers skimmed her exposed skin with teasing intent, brushing every inch they could find. Lin Bie turned her head to meet her gaze.

At some point, Leng Jinxi had regained partial clarity, but her expression had shifted—intoxicated and seductive. Her clothes hung loosely on her, half-draped like a deliberate temptation, eyes gleaming like a cunning fox.

“Am I really that repulsive to you? You won’t even touch me?” Her tone carried flirtatious teasing, but beneath her fluttering lashes hid vulnerability and hurt.

“So everything was a lie, wasn’t it? The prenuptial agreement, the promises—you never meant to accept me. All just dreams… fake, every bit of it.” As Lin Bie bit her lip until it bled, still refusing to respond, realization dawned in Leng Jinxi’s eyes. Her hand paused on Lin Bie’s collarbone, then slowly withdrew. She laughed bitterly, speaking more to herself than anyone else.

She seemed to fall into despair, closing her eyes and giving up the last of her restraint, slumping into Lin Bie’s arms in silence.

Overwhelming waves of pheromones enveloped Lin Bie’s body, the rich fragrance like a venomous serpent flicking its tongue, drawing her deeper into temptation. She bit her tongue until it bled just to stay conscious.

Lin Bie: “…” What on earth is Leng Jinxi muttering about? Why can’t she make sense of it?

Fighting against the instinctive urges of her own rut had already drained Lin Bie. She couldn’t understand Leng Jinxi’s sudden depression—was this how hypersensitive an Omega in heat could get?

Even if she didn’t fully understand, Lin Bie obediently clasped her hand, intertwining their fingers tightly. Under Leng Jinxi’s stunned gaze, she helped her push open the wooden board above.

A rush of fresh, cool air filled the cramped space, scattering the mingled pheromones and heat. The camellia fragrance clouding her mind dispersed somewhat. Collapsing limply to the floor, Lin Bie cradled the woman in her arms.

“There, it’s just us now. You can bite me,” she said, raising a hand to peel off the suppressant patch at the back of her neck. Her exposed gland, rich with unmasked pheromones, instantly filled the room with a clean, heady scent of tequila and lime.

The sudden aroma made the woman in her arms jolt. Leng Jinxi slowly looked up, her pupils trembling, her moist eyes filled with disbelief. She looked heartbreakingly vulnerable—like a helpless little kitten.

Her dry lips parted slightly, words escaping in a fragmented whisper, still in disbelief.

“You… don’t mind? I never wanted to force you…”

Lin Bie had no idea what went through the mind of a sensitive Omega. She tilted her head, exposing her neck, jaw clenched. “You’re not forcing me. I’m doing this willingly. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but hurry. I can’t hold out much longer.”

The pheromone-laced perfume still lingered, intermingled with the scent of their desire. The room was thick with unspoken longing.

Seeing Leng Jinxi frozen in place, Lin Bie reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her flushed ear. She gave a small, awkward smile—only to wince in pain as it pulled at the wound on her lip. Bl00d welled from the crack, making her look a bit ridiculous.

“I, Lin Bie, always keep my word. Since I agreed to the prenuptial contract, it means I chose this. Hurry up. If I keep holding back, my body won’t take it.”

Her face flushed with embarrassment as she held the same submissive posture. It was mortifying, honestly.

Especially since the exposed gland at the back of her neck now had direct contact with the pheromone-laden air. In mere moments, her heart pounded wildly, and the suppressed urges of her rut surged back like a tidal wave. Each time she shoved one fantasy aside, another crept up, uncontrollable.

She was already beginning to regret not waiting to help Leng Jinxi after leaving the room.

Leng Jinxi stared at her offered neck, her eyes flickering with stormy emotion.

She had really agreed—genuinely agreed—to help, without even a hint of reluctance. So different from before. So obedient. So willing.

Her swan-like neck, pale and graceful, offered the only antidote to her agony. Leng Jinxi lowered her gaze and, finally surrendering to her instincts, leaned in.

Feeling the warm breath nearing her gland, Lin Bie shut her eyes, tense with anticipation. This was her first time too—she had no idea what it would feel like when an Omega touched her gland. Her heart pounded like a drum.

But instead of a wet, warm sensation at her neck, all she felt was cold air brushing her exposed skin. Confused, Lin Bie opened her eyes—only to see Leng Jinxi’s stunning face inches away.

Her breath caught in her throat—and the next moment, warm lips covered her own.

Leng Jinxi kissed her softly, her tongue gently brushing over Lin Bie’s wounded lip, tasting the bl00d.

Lin Bie froze, stunned, letting her do as she pleased. Her lips, her injury, were all treated with the tender devotion of a small animal offering comfort. It was tingling, numbing… like floating through clouds.

Time itself seemed to slow. Their eyes met at close range, Leng Jinxi’s gaze filled with warmth and affection. Lin Bie’s chaotic heart slowly calmed, absorbing the genuine care in that kiss.

When the kiss turned painful, sucking too much at her injured lip, Lin Bie finally stirred from her daze. Leng Jinxi had pulled back, pushing gently on her shoulders as if nothing had happened—like it was all a dream.

But her lips throbbed with pain, the swelling pressing against her chest like a branded memory. She stared blankly, then instinctively pressed her lips together—only to wince.

“Hss—” She hissed involuntarily, just as a soft chuckle floated to her ears—like waves brushing the shore.

“Thank you.” The woman’s voice came close, her arms looping around Lin Bie’s neck. Her breath trailed along her ear, lips kissing down her neck like a patient diner savoring their meal.

Lin Bie arched her neck with discomfort, fingers curled tightly in restraint, wanting to hold her but forcing herself to remain still, staring at the dark ceiling with shallow breaths.

Then finally—moist lips pressed to her gland.

She was kissed, tasted, claimed.

A strange sensation instantly surged through Lin Bie’s body, something deep in her mind snapping. Heat flooded her veins, setting her entire being ablaze.

Her mouth opened silently, teeth clenched, brows furrowed as she fought the primal instinct to mark this woman. Her hands dug into the floor, nails cracked and raw, unnoticed.

It felt so good, yet so painful. She wanted to bite something—someone. She wanted to possess this woman entirely.

But the woman in her arms was the opposite—completely lost in passion, surrendered to the pleasure, as if under a spell.

Lin Bie once said she was like a kitten—and now she truly was. Even in heat, she licked slowly, indulgently, savoring Lin Bie’s every tremble, every suppressed moan.

Meanwhile, Lin Bie was at her limit. Every little brush felt like torture. Her thoughts spun wildly. Yet amid the chaos, Leng Jinxi’s trust in her—so vulnerable and complete—struck something familiar deep inside her.

Like someone, somewhere, had once loved her with the same trust.

But the feeling vanished in an instant, drowned by instinct.

When Leng Jinxi’s symptoms finally eased, Lin Bie could barely catch her breath.

Just as she began to relax, pain suddenly flared across her neck. A sharp jolt shot through her nerves—she gasped, teeth clenched, muscles stiff.

The woman above her chuckled softly, satisfied.

That wicked woman had bitten her.

Having recovered a bit of her senses, Leng Jinxi let go of her embrace. Looking down at Lin Bie—drenched in sweat, breath ragged—she gently cupped her face and kissed her lips once more, eyelashes brushing her nose.

“I’m very satisfied,” she whispered, her voice sultry to the bone.

She sat upright, towering over Lin Bie, a smile playing at her lips.

But as she moved to get up, Lin Bie yanked her wrist—throwing her off balance and right into her arms.

“Lin Bie—mmph—” Her protest was swallowed, lips captured in a possessive kiss. Tongues entwined, invading every inch.

Leng Jinxi went limp, breathless in her embrace.

“Wait… ah… mmm…”

Fresh from heat, how could an Omega fight off an Alpha’s strength? She looked up in a daze, intending to resist—only to meet eyes burning with feral desire.

She had gone too far. She had completely triggered Lin Bie’s rut.

“Let’s… go out… Lin Bie…”

But Lin Bie’s hand pressed against her nape, keeping her in place, wrapping her tightly in her arms. One thought echoed in her mind:

This bad woman needs to be punished.

Their lips finally parted, a silver string of saliva glistening faintly in the dim room. Leng Jinxi gasped, cheeks flushed.

“Lin Bie…” she murmured, unable to form proper words—her entire body melting.

Lin Bie’s mind was still clouded, driven by instinct. She leaned in, nuzzling her Omega’s scent with fascination. Leng Jinxi could hear her swallowing—and her heart began to tremble.

Straightening up with nervous tension, she waited for the next touch at her neck. Their roles had reversed completely—she was now the one anticipating, trembling with want.

And she didn’t want to resist.

Last time, it was confusion.

This time, she was fully conscious.

Yet she still didn’t want to push Lin Bie away.

In fact…

She was starting to look forward to it.

Scalding, erratic breaths slowly traced upward from her chest. Leng Jinxi shifted nervously, but the next second, Lin Bie tightened her grip around her waist. A soft moan slipped from Jinxi’s lips—delicate and broken like crushed silk.

The heat of Lin Bie’s breath flushed against her fair skin, trailing up until it reached her shoulder, pausing right before that secret place hidden beneath her hair.

Leng Jinxi swallowed, pressing down the frantic thump of her heart. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what felt like the final, torturous stroke.

But unexpectedly, nothing came. The breath stayed warm on her shoulder, now gradually calming.

Confused, Leng Jinxi opened her eyes and let out a soft hum. “Hmm?”

“You’re a bad woman,” came a sulky voice from the arms around her.

Startled, Leng Jinxi looked down to see Lin Bie’s fluffy head nestled against her shoulder like a child clinging to its mother. A strange but comforting warmth spread through her chest.

She was just about to wrap her arms around the fragile woman in her embrace when suddenly, a damp warmth closed over her shoulder. Soft teeth grazed her tender skin—playful, yet stubbornly unrelenting. Jinxi gasped, her brows knitting from the sharp rush of sensation. Her chest rose and fell with the friction, her hands gripping Lin Bie’s shoulders, tightening then loosening—yet never truly pushing her away.