After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

The scent of green grapes surged toward Lu Zhao intensely, almost out of control.

Sheng Jingyu kissed suddenly, her lips pressing directly against Lu Zhao’s lips.

Her lips were cool, and warm breaths intermingled above them, creating a stark contrast.

Lu Zhao stood frozen in place, the wall behind her back leaving her no escape.

Only when Sheng Jingyu gently pried open her teeth did she finally react.

—From the start, Sheng Jingyu’s gaze had not been on the staircase behind her but on Lu Zhao standing in front of it!

The room, cleared of everyone, was so quiet that a pin could drop, and Sheng Jingyu’s nose hovered close to Lu Zhao’s face, each breath strikingly hot.

“So you really don’t remember? The things you did.”

The burning heat kept brushing past Lu Zhao’s cheek, and her mind finally registered what Sheng Jingyu had just said to her.

What did she mean?

What did she mean by the things I did?

What exactly did I do…

Perhaps punishing Lu Zhao’s distraction, a sharp pain from a bite suddenly came from her lips.

Sheng Jingyu’s kissing skill was hardly refined, purely plundering, with her teeth pressing heavily on the lower lip.

Yet despite this, the scent emanating from her was enough to make the Alpha opposite her forgive and tolerate repeatedly.

The rich scent was laden with grapes, delivered one by one into Lu Zhao’s throat by Sheng Jingyu’s tongue.

The unripe grapes were plump and juicy, bursting with a thread of sweetness at the last moment, soothing and enticing, skillfully seeking an intimate kiss.

A dim light glowed at the corridor’s end, blocked by Sheng Jingyu’s figure, flickering on and off.

It mirrored the images suddenly flashing back in Lu Zhao’s mind.

It seemed like the timeline after Chen Ruozhi drugged her that day; she woke groggily in the car.

The lens of memory swayed unsteadily, and in the shifting light and shadow, she saw a beautiful Omega.

The dim light roughly outlined her straight, slender figure, the aloofness in her eyes almost identical to her teacher’s.

This person seemed to notice she had woken and spoke to her.

Lu Zhao didn’t know how she managed it, speaking without moving her mouth, her voice not particularly pleasant despite the concern…

How could this be her teacher…

If her teacher could speak, it would surely sound wonderful.

Was it a dream?

Otherwise, why did the surroundings keep changing, the voltage unstable?

As if confirming this, Lu Zhao’s already weak-willed mind fully indulged its owner.

Without any restraint, Lu Zhao cupped the face of the person before her and kissed her.

Softness met, and the taste of green grapes filled Lu Zhao’s mouth.

Senses overlapped, the familiar warm sensation from the memory matching the present reality perfectly.

What she forgot wasn’t something else.

It was that day in the car, under the drug’s influence, she forcibly kissed Sheng Jingyu!

The memory surged back, and Lu Zhao instinctively pushed Sheng Jingyu away.

The kiss, still indulged, was abruptly interrupted, and a flash of displeasure crossed Sheng Jingyu’s eyes.

She parted slightly from Lu Zhao, her hand still holding hers without letting go, gesturing with one hand: “The things you did, don’t you want to take responsibility?”

The words carried a hint of obsession, unlike what Sheng Jingyu would usually say.

She was not in her usual state, the rich pheromone scent emanating endlessly from the back of her neck, signaling to every Alpha around that she was entering her heat.

Sheng Jingyu’s kiss came without rational control, and her next actions wouldn’t either.

Lu Zhao was still thinking how to respond to Sheng Jingyu’s question when the interrupted kiss resumed.

This familiar sensation reawakened the forgotten memory; the primal bl00d couldn’t resist the Omega’s scent, gradually boiling, surging, and colliding within Lu Zhao’s body.

Sheng Jingyu’s kiss, as unrefined as before, kept squeezing the space for oxygen.

Breathing grew heavy, and Lu Zhao felt her mind gradually overtaken by vines sprouting from the grapes.

She didn’t know if it was nerves or those vines draping over her thoughts.

She thought, if the last time she was unclear and boldly stole Sheng Jingyu’s kiss, could she this time, half-resisting, half-yielding, let Sheng Jingyu in her heat kiss her?

It was just a kiss, what could happen?

As long as she injected the suppressant into her teacher afterward, no accidents would occur.

Lu Zhao blindly justified her thoughts, giving them valid reasons, deceiving herself.

She didn’t think why she wanted to kiss Sheng Jingyu twice in a row.

She was an Alpha who once rejected the seductive resources of a glamorous Omega executive, resolutely leaving.

Mere beauty wasn’t enough to sway her or break her principles.

The return kiss came quickly.

This kiss, initiated by Sheng Jingyu, was ultimately taken over by Lu Zhao.

The ferocity was soothed by the sea breeze, landing gently on the lips one by one.

Lu Zhao seemed to have some talent in this, whether the first or this second time, she could soothe Sheng Jingyu well.

The delicate kisses softened in the mouth, without grand indulgence.

Lu Zhao gently and patiently calmed Sheng Jingyu’s resistant hands, then slowly savored the spreading taste in her mouth.

It was clearer than in her memory and made her heart race even more.

Just like last time, a feeling of not wanting it to end arose in Lu Zhao’s heart.

Her vile possessiveness urged her to trap Sheng Jingyu in her arms.

Ideally, her teacher would be her Alpha’s Omega for life.

In that moment of distraction, Lu Zhao felt a slight pain at her neck.

It was as if something stuck to her skin was lifted at a corner.

But what could stick to the back of an Alpha’s neck?

Immersed in the tenderness of kissing Sheng Jingyu, Lu Zhao’s mind buzzed, and almost reflexively, she grabbed Sheng Jingyu’s hand, which was about to tear off the suppressant patch.

This person in heat was more cunning and vile than usual.

Lu Zhao’s counterattack gave Sheng Jingyu other ideas; the tender feigned surrender nearly succeeded.

One kiss wasn’t enough.

She wanted more, ideally pheromones, ideally this person entirely hers.

Cold sweat seeped in Lu Zhao’s heart; she tightly gripped Sheng Jingyu’s restless hand, sternly warning: “No! Teacher…”

But how could Sheng Jingyu, in this moment, understand or want to understand words hindering her desires?

Her gray-silver eyes lifted slightly, silently watching Lu Zhao.

Her gaze had no landing spot, coolness veiled in a mist.

The light pupils held some grievance, yet adorned with tender affection, like weeping, like pleading, evoking pity.

With little distance between them, they could easily smell each other’s scent.

Warm breaths exhaled from Sheng Jingyu’s nose, layering on Lu Zhao’s nose tip.

The hand Lu Zhao held ignored the restraining force, brushing over Lu Zhao’s neck with an open palm.

Then slowly upward, it cupped her face.

The slender little finger moved slowly, softly and coolly brushing Lu Zhao’s lip corner.

No one knew how she did it, but pheromones followed her fingers onto Lu Zhao’s lips, the grape scent intense, with a sharp hint of absinthe in the aftertaste.

This was a completeness Lu Zhao rarely smelled.

Two seemingly mismatched scents blended perfectly, tempting one to taste more deeply.

The grapes were lush, clear, and translucent, piercing the heavy, humid air to land on Lu Zhao’s nose tip.

The scent was too alluring; Lu Zhao thought, how wonderful it would be to possess this Omega.

The strength in her hand clearly relaxed, the green grapes brushing past Lu Zhao’s tongue tip, sinking into her heart.

For a moment, Lu Zhao even wanted to let go for Sheng Jingyu’s gaze and the scent at her lip corner.

But then she snapped awake.

In less than a month, Sheng Jingyu entered her heat again.

An Omega’s heat cycle was indeed shorter than an Alpha’s susceptibility period, but wasn’t this interval too short?

Both heat and susceptibility periods were influenced by emotional fluctuations.

Such fluctuations often manifested through uncontrolled subconsciousness.

“So you really don’t remember? The things you did.”

Once again, Lu Zhao recalled Sheng Jingyu’s initial questioning.

This wasn’t the first time Sheng Jingyu asked her this.

On the island, she had asked the same.

So, did the incident of being forcibly kissed by her that night still matter so much to Sheng Jingyu?

Was her teacher’s kiss just now due to the Omega’s heat-driven impulses?

Or was it because…

Not letting herself think deeper, Lu Zhao stopped herself.

She thought what she needed to do now was solve the problem, not be swayed by it.

She had already done that; she couldn’t half-resist, half-yield again.

If her teacher’s concern about that incident was negative…

Lu Zhao didn’t even want to think about that possibility; her mind instantly cleared, and she said to Sheng Jingyu: “Teacher, wait a moment, I’ll get you the suppressant.”

Saying this, Lu Zhao moved to release Sheng Jingyu’s hand.

But as soon as she started, Sheng Jingyu immediately grabbed her wrist, holding Lu Zhao back.

Sheng Jingyu didn’t speak or wish to.

Her thick, dense eyelashes fluttered lightly, staring motionless at Lu Zhao, as if Lu Zhao’s words were just a poor excuse, and if she left, she’d never return.

Lu Zhao sensed Sheng Jingyu’s trembling unease and immediately said: “I’m not leaving; I’m getting you the suppressant.”

“When you’re clear-headed, I’ll talk to you properly, I swear.”

Her amber eyes held firm resolve, and Sheng Jingyu, watching, was slightly moved.

But then, as if recalling something, she remained unmoved, her grip on Lu Zhao’s wrist tightening slightly.

Despite the sudden and fierce heat, Sheng Jingyu was still Sheng Jingyu.

She never believed in things without full assurance.

Lu Zhao didn’t know where Sheng Jingyu’s unease came from, her expression troubled.

But then her gaze softened, her tone like coaxing a child: “Then let’s go to your room together, okay?”

Sheng Jingyu’s unease stemmed from fearing this Alpha would vanish from her sight.

So Lu Zhao simply turned her hand, grasping the one holding hers.

In the bright daylight, their fingers interlocked.

“This way, I can’t run away.” Her voice lifted slightly, and Lu Zhao raised their joined hands, waving them at her.

This time, Sheng Jingyu didn’t resist.

Her gray-silver pupils lowered slightly, watching their firmly clasped hands, following Lu Zhao’s steps without asking where they were going.

At Sheng Jingyu’s room, her suppressant sat on the table by the window.

It seemed she realized her heat came suddenly, prepared to inject herself, but was overtaken by surging desires, consuming all her rationality.

“Come, sit down first.” Lu Zhao, holding Sheng Jingyu’s hand, let her sit on the chair.

Then Lu Zhao skillfully picked up the prepared suppressant, the needle pushing out two drug beads.

As if tending to Sheng Jingyu’s lacking sense of security, she knelt before her, explaining her next actions: “The injection will hurt a bit, but it’ll be quick.”

Smoothly, Sheng Jingyu didn’t resist.

The needle pierced her forearm’s skin, the clear liquid slowly entering her arm.

Lu Zhao clearly felt the hand she held tighten slightly, yet also noticed the pheromone scent gradually fading.

Everything was progressing well.

After the injection, Lu Zhao carefully applied a cotton swab to Sheng Jingyu.

She sighed in relief, turned to seal the injector at the table, and said: “Let’s sleep, okay? After a nap…”

Before she finished, Lu Zhao suddenly paused.

The scent, about to subside, not only didn’t fade completely but grew even stronger.

The restrained vines, as if fed up with repeated suppression, rebelled against the force trying to subdue them.

Green grapes surged fiercely in the small, enclosed space, and Lu Zhao saw Sheng Jingyu’s eyes grow increasingly dazed.

Her heavy breaths, like burning fire, brushed past Lu Zhao’s ear.

Lu Zhao realized the suppressant she just injected didn’t work on Sheng Jingyu.