After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 46

Chapter 46

The sun gradually climbed to the dome, and the faint morning light steadily became clearer.

The long floor-to-ceiling window shone brightly, silently narrating the relationship between the room’s occupants.

That day in the car, the hierarchical relationship reversed, and the person sitting on the chair became Lu Zhao.

Sheng Jingyu lightly pressed her knee down, like a cat, half-lowering her body toward Lu Zhao.

The intense scent suddenly rushed toward Lu Zhao, and she instinctively realized the suppressant lost its effect on Sheng Jingyu.

Her mind completely filled with this realization, and she barely noticed Sheng Jingyu’s initiated movement.

The fragrance surged forward, and Lu Zhao caught off guard by Sheng Jingyu’s sudden advance.

After a couple of stumbles, she sat directly on the single sofa Sheng Jingyu placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The light from the window’s side dazzled Lu Zhao’s eyes, but long hair falling down obscured most of it.

Sheng Jingyu sat above Lu Zhao’s line of sight, light dyeing her long hair, the jet-black strands shimmering with brilliant golden light, outlined stroke by stroke by the light, dreamlike and surreal.

Lu Zhao once said that light favored Sheng Jingyu.

Though the haze of the heat period made her eyes less clear than before, the misty veil in them appeared enchanting under the light’s refraction.

Because she tightly grasped Lu Zhao’s wrist, Sheng Jingyu’s body tilted, and the strap of her spaghetti-strap dress silently slipped from Lu Zhao’s view.

The floating air layered with heat, and her round shoulder bore a faint pink hue.

Her habitually straight shoulder and back remained upright, uncovered by any fabric, the lines of her neck and shoulders merging with her arm’s muscles into a beautiful, flowing curve, exuding the authentic texture of skin.

Exquisite yet decadent.

Like glutinous jade meticulously carved, her restless hand yearned to touch and explore it.

Thump, thump…

Lu Zhao’s heartbeat raced unprecedentedly fast.

This feeling differed from dancing three or four times in a row; her heart beat wildly without rhythm, and though oxygen surrounded her, her rationality seemed to collapse from insufficient supply.

The scent of grapes recklessly occupied the room, the cyan fruit rapidly growing and bursting open.

The sweet juice filled with fruity fragrance, yet carried the sharp taste of absinthe.

Alcohol most easily led to disorientation and surrender.

Pheromones were cunning yet fair.

Alphas could use them to forcibly claim Omegas, and Omegas could use them to seduce Alphas.

But this knowledge failed to restrain Lu Zhao now.

She clearly knew the suppressant rarely failed to work on Sheng Jingyu, and if it failed, only the most primal method could alleviate Sheng Jingyu’s heat period.

Marking.

Whether during a heat or susceptibility period, an Alpha injecting pheromones into an Omega’s gland through marking could ease the restlessness of these physiological phenomena.

This method, after entering civilized society, gradually phased out and ceased to be the primary choice.

The invention of various suppressants aimed to avoid this singular act.

But now, they seemed unable to avoid it.

The suppressant patch, nearly torn off, curled at one corner, faintly clinging to the hair at the back of Lu Zhao’s neck.

Sheng Jingyu had just tried to access the scent behind it and now did so even more.

The grip on Lu Zhao’s wrist loosened, and Sheng Jingyu’s hand slowly reached toward Lu Zhao’s neck.

But her hand barely brushed Lu Zhao’s earlobe before another hand swiftly countered and restrained it.

“Teacher, I apologize for the offense.”

Lu Zhao’s voice, unusually low, carried a magnetic tone as it brushed against Sheng Jingyu’s earlobe.

Though her words sounded polite, her raised eyes were not gentle, amber blazing with an Alpha’s inviolable aura.

Their eyes met, and Sheng Jingyu’s gray-silver eyes, tinged with heat, suddenly widened.

Lu Zhao restrained Sheng Jingyu’s hand, pulled her closer with a slight force, tilted her neck, and her lightly pursed lips met the other lips leaning toward her.

Sunlight fell into Lu Zhao’s eyes, hiding burning desire within calmness.

Since marking was the only path forward, she resolved to take control.

Though heat still rose around them, Sheng Jingyu’s body carried an indescribable coolness.

Like it seeped into her bones, her palm brushed over her skin, warm and delicate, each touch spreading this sensation.

So Lu Zhao leaned even closer to Sheng Jingyu.

Softness met, and the unripe grapes were swallowed and enveloped by the sea breeze, bite by bite.

Lu Zhao knew her unclear words that day came purely from her heart; Sheng Jingyu’s lips only appeared thin and pale but were indeed soft.

Sheng Jingyu was entirely inexperienced with kissing, and Lu Zhao was far from proficient.

The narrow single chair differed from the car, and Lu Zhao measured each advance carefully.

Sunlight brightly spread before the window, the summer sun seeming to melt them.

Lu Zhao withdrew her other hand from Sheng Jingyu’s gradually loosening grip, kissed her, and supported her waist, suddenly pulling her into her embrace.

The tenderness finally reached its end; Lu Zhao lightly brushed her lips and parted from Sheng Jingyu.

Perhaps sensing this shift, Sheng Jingyu’s lowered eyes slightly opened halfway.

She could not speak, and her gaze held slight dissatisfaction.

But Lu Zhao’s actions soon showed her this was not a pause.

A weightless sensation suddenly flooded Sheng Jingyu’s mind.

Her gaze, always level with Lu Zhao’s, saw the window frame split the sky in her eyes into two.

Lu Zhao lifted her up.

Though her rationality crumbled, this sensation still made Sheng Jingyu tense momentarily.

The arms originally around Lu Zhao tightened unconsciously, her warm breath brushing Lu Zhao’s earlobe unevenly, like a trembling white rabbit.

But this tension did not linger long in Sheng Jingyu’s mind.

Lu Zhao’s lips met hers again, the lychee’s shell perfectly encasing the grape, sweetness surrounding them, leaving Sheng Jingyu’s already chaotic mind no room for fear.

From the floor-to-ceiling window to the bedside, Sheng Jingyu felt like a small boat floating on the sea, her thoughts muddled by the wind and waves.

But because of this, she could directly follow her heart’s feelings.

She ignored morality and consequences, liking and enjoying this kiss.

Sweat-dampened hair scattered on Sheng Jingyu’s shoulder, her lowered eyes rimmed with red.

This color, unlike the deliberate makeup of usual days, came from boiling bl00d merging with her cool eyes.

Tears, seeping from somewhere, hung on her eyelashes, each reflecting an Omega’s vulnerability.

Lu Zhao quietly watched with raised eyes, her breath nearly stopping.

Though Sheng Jingyu was the one in an uncontrolled heat period, Lu Zhao felt her own susceptibility period approaching.

Uncontrollably, a thought emerged in her mind.

She truly wanted to possess this Omega.

Not a temporary mark.

But a complete mark.

This thought battled in Lu Zhao’s mind, but rationality ultimately defeated desire.

The hand resting on her thigh lifted, slender fingers brushing Sheng Jingyu’s damp eyelashes, her voice low and hoarse: “Teacher, do you know what will happen next?”

This question clearly carried a teasing intent.

Let alone answering, Sheng Jingyu could barely speak, her gray-silver eyes staring straight at her.

But her eyes were far from clear, shrouded in mist, exuding a sense of helpless surrender.

Lu Zhao did not know if what she was about to do was right or wrong, feeling a sense of self-deception.

Her fingers tugged, and the ribbon tied in a bow lightly unraveled from Sheng Jingyu’s waist, the cool fabric resting on Lu Zhao’s fingertips.

“This might feel better.”

As her voice sounded, Sheng Jingyu’s vision darkened.

The folded satin ribbon blocked most of the light, and Lu Zhao placed it over Sheng Jingyu’s eyes, tying an unrefined bow in her hair.

In the darkness, direction seemed to shift as well.

Sheng Jingyu felt nervous facing this change, but the sea breeze enveloping her lingered, and searching to either side, she could grasp a warm, steady hand offering support to her wavering self.

The satin’s friction rustled softly, gently brushing Sheng Jingyu’s ears.

Though little rationality remained, this touch still wrote “peace” stroke by stroke on the black canvas.

Another wave of warmth approached.

Sheng Jingyu waited silently, feeling the Alpha’s intense presence in her heavy breaths.

Unlike the earlier kiss’s unconscious passion, this was different.

The tide surged and rose, the sea breeze gradually revealing its true form.

The primal instincts dormant in her body awakened.

They seemed to sense the Alpha’s intent, suddenly calming the restless bl00d.

Calm foreshadowed the coming storm, and time stretched endlessly.

Warm breath brushed the fine hairs at her neck, amplifying the sensation in the darkness.

Finally, Sheng Jingyu’s neck met a moment of dense, spreading pain.

The sharp teeth bit through the tightly sealed suppressant patch, red lips pressing against the small, square white piece.

The grape scent released uncontrollably, the soaked suppressant patch altering the air under Lu Zhao’s nose.

Her heartbeat intensified.

Sheng Jingyu’s back rested in Lu Zhao’s embrace, like a newly sprouted grape from the vine, unripe between them.

It was an almost instinctual advance.

The sharp teeth pierced, and the fragile grape burst with a deeper fragrance.

Absinthe spread, entwining Lu Zhao’s teeth.

Sheng Jingyu felt an indescribable pain, struggling, but unable to break free from Lu Zhao’s encircling arms.

Soon, the sea breeze rushed toward her, gentle and soft, tightly embracing her.

In the chaotic darkness, things fell one by one, red lychees hitting her feet like rain from the sky, soaking her parched, withered wilderness, nearly engulfing her.

The marking felt like a kiss of pheromones.

The sea breeze gradually took on another flavor, alcohol invading her will.

Lu Zhao’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze fixed on Sheng Jingyu’s jade-like neck.

The thread of rationality nearly snapped; marking an Omega always pushed an Alpha to the edge of losing control.

The hand on one arm suddenly pulled away, and the light dress fell to the ground.