After Transmigrating, I Bent the Female Lead O - Chapter 16
In her dream, there seemed to be a voice constantly clamoring, tormenting her nerves, not even allowing her a good night’s sleep.
It started raining outside, and the sound of the thunderstorm grew louder, almost as if the heavens were pouring down without restraint, rushing over everything in the world. The cold, icy vapor lowered the temperature significantly, and the thin blanket on her body was no longer enough to ward off the chill.
Shu Minglan turned over. Despite the cold on her body, her mind gradually began to heat up.
But now… it wasn’t her estrus period.
••••
Shu Minglan came from a happy and complete family, growing up in a very warm environment, but nightmares came one after another after she entered the entertainment industry.
She differentiated into a delicate Omega. Although she lived in a relatively egalitarian society, some inherent disadvantages of Omegas compared to Alphas were simply unavoidable. For example, during awkward periods, an Alpha’s susceptible period was dangerous to others, while an Omega’s estrus period posed a great danger to themselves.
Top-tier Omegas don’t possess the extreme aggressiveness of top-tier Alphas. On the contrary, they exert an immense stimulating allure on Alpha groups, attracting them to contend for them by any means possible.
Top-tier Omegas truly were beings coveted wherever they went.
People like Jia Qiaomei were not the first, nor would they be the last, she encountered after entering the industry. Unless she had a powerful Alpha backing her, it would be difficult to guarantee she wouldn’t be violated.
Since her differentiation, Shu Minglan clearly felt the dual nature of being an Omega, with the disadvantages seemingly outweighing the benefits.
Her encounter with Murong Feng was like a dream. For Shu Minglan at the time, it was like a pair of hands pulling her out of the abyss, allowing her to see a glimmer of light just as she stood on the shore. Even if infinite darkness followed that light, she would gladly accept it.
Under the deliberate manipulation of the front desk attendant, the night Murong Feng mistakenly entered the wrong room was a sweet trap for Shu Minglan. This high-ranking Alpha had originally only accidentally performed a temporary mark on her, but under the explosion of her pheromones, he ultimately couldn’t resist… and they performed their first permanent mark.
From then on, that handsome Alpha not only occupied her scent gland but also her entire passionate heart.
Only then did Shu Minglan understand that the union of an Alpha and an Omega was fated. And her life existed for this man who would shine brightly and illuminate the entire entertainment industry. For Murong Feng, she could achieve anything, even sacrificing herself to be the woman behind him, silently dedicating herself.
••••
“What idiotic garbage?”
He Lingxing, who rarely swore, couldn’t help but curse as she looked at the strings of text appearing before her. Seeing her disgusted expression, 520 didn’t dare to show the more disgusting continuation of the description, stopping the plot transmission there.
But it still couldn’t stop He Lingxing’s sudden, strong sense of repulsion.
This was not something a normal human being would write.
A “love-struck” mentality, forcibly reducing someone to another’s subordinate, plus how the male lead treated the female lead later on—this was no longer a unique preference, but a severe insult to personal dignity.
If the “cannon fodder” in the novels she had transmigrated into before were “dumbed down” to highlight the “protagonists,” at least there was a logical progression. But with such illogical, pointless, and only frustratingly brainless plotlines, she had no idea what kind of thoughts the author had when writing this.
So many women scrambling and fighting each other for one male lead, all for his overused “enoki mushroom” (a crude term, implying male genitalia)?
“What about the article’s intent?”
In every novel she had transmigrated into before, she could see the author’s stated intent for the article. Upon hearing her request, 520 brought up the author’s intent, but it only contained a few words:
The protagonist successfully counterattacked.
[The Heavenly Secret Bureau detected that the method of “protagonist counterattack” is incorrect and violates correct values. After the completion of this novel, the male lead will be sent to the Heavenly Secret Prison to receive due punishment.]
[And this book is actually a romance novel unfolding from the female lead’s perspective, so the female lead, Shu Minglan, must achieve a Happy Ending (HE).]
He Lingxing was currently in the room next to Shu Minglan’s, waiting for the plot to begin. Hearing this, she took a sip of chrysanthemum tea to calm her temper and said with a cold laugh:
“How did this author even get published? Does anyone even read such brain-dead nonsense?”
[The author was not published. They were unknown while serializing other novels online, which is why they created this book to grab attention. However, during its serialization, it received overwhelming negative feedback from readers, leading them to abandon the work.]
520 quietly added:
[The taste of normal readers is still normal, but please, Host, adhere to the principle of ensuring the female lead achieves a Happy Ending.]
“Can I use violent actions?”
[…]
520 fell silent for a moment. Technically, it was best not to, especially for a dangerous individual like He Lingxing, who had a black belt in judo. But in reality, there wouldn’t be any punishment for physically harming such a person, as long as it didn’t result in death or permanent disability.
It finally said, “You must follow the rules,” deciding to let He Lingxing interpret the deeper meaning. The woman, who had put down her teacup and was leaning against the door, listening to the movements outside, quickly flashed a smile across her lips, then suddenly said softly:
“520, you understand me best.”
520: [?]
It seemed to feel that something was off.
While talking to the system, He Lingxing still paid attention to the changes in the movements outside.
In such melodramatic novels, the surveillance cameras in the hallways usually don’t work, or there are simply no cameras installed. The sound of men’s leather shoes echoed on the carpet. Although subtle, He Lingxing still caught it.
She already had one hand on the door, ready to push it open if anything seemed amiss. However, the sound of the leather shoes stopped moving once it reached nearby. After more than ten seconds, the route suddenly shifted towards the elevator.
“Creak—”
It was the sound of the door being pushed open from the inside by its owner.
Tap, tap, tap.
It was the muffled, heavy sound of high heels on the carpet.
“…Shu Minglan?”
It was currently a low tourist season, and not many people were staying at this hotel, mostly some crew members.
There should only be these three people on this floor; there wouldn’t be any other women’s voices. He Lingxing quietly pushed the door open when the sound was slightly further away but still audible, only to see the familiar figure of a woman flash by.
The system’s alert sounded dutifully in her ear again:
[Detecting crucial plot in progress. Host, please quickly find the male and female leads, help the male lead mark the female lead, and ensure the female lead follows the script’s path while achieving a Happy Ending (HE).]
Ensure the female lead follows the script’s path while achieving a Happy Ending (HE)?
Such a requirement was inherently contradictory. According to the original script, the female lead was tormented to death. How could she possibly have a Happy Ending with someone who constantly used and manipulated her? He Lingxing silently scoffed but didn’t respond aloud. She just hurried down the stairs and ran outside.
••••
The rain outside had stopped unnoticed, as if the heavens had prepared for what was about to happen.
The dim yellow light in the alley fell onto the puddles left by the rain, and the darkened areas were splashed up by the woman’s heels. The slippery mud made Shu Minglan almost stumble and fall.
Supporting herself against the wall with her elbow, Shu Minglan staggered a few steps forward, but then, as if drawn by a huge magnetic force, she reluctantly retreated. Under the dim streetlights, one could even see that her shirt buttons weren’t aligned, clearly indicating she had rushed out.
A very faint cherry blossom jelly sweet scent wafted in the humid air after the rain, making one unable to stop after taking a deep breath. Murong Feng, who followed out, paused his steps, and a few more thoughts entered his gaze as he looked at Shu Minglan.
The emission of a top-tier Omega’s pheromones is very dangerous, especially on such a dark and dense night, as it can most easily arouse an Alpha’s covetousness.
The aggressive scent of mint-infused fir wood assailed her, making Shu Minglan, who had been suppressing herself, feel her legs subtly weakening.
She was a top-tier Omega; her physique was different from ordinary people. A normal Omega’s estrus period would only last a few days, but hers would last for ten. If suppressed with inhibitors during those ten days, she could very likely go into estrus again under stimulation.
And after Murong Feng sensed the Omega’s scent, he impatiently released his own pheromones.
An Alpha’s pheromones are like a silent invitation and seduction to an Omega struggling in estrus; regardless of emotion, they are physiologically difficult to refuse.
She saw Shu Minglan bite the skin on her hand hard, but it was still ineffective. Under the Alpha’s pheromones, her expression gradually became lost in desire.
The dim light outlined a tall figure, which was approaching Shu Minglan step by step.
Murong Feng was almost impatient to touch her face, to press his head against hers, to brush away her bangs and touch the woman’s fair, full forehead. However, the last bit of consciousness and self-control remaining in her mind made her clench her jaw tightly. With five fingers, she fiercely pushed the man’s approaching shoulder—
Shu Minglan was instead jolted back two steps, finally falling hard into a puddle of water.
She was more disheveled than ever before.
A burning hot hand pressed the back of her head, the man’s scorching breath slowly approached, forcefully trying to touch her scent gland. Her hot neck pressed against the wall behind her. Despair completely enveloped her, and her arms gradually became weak.
What happened in the plot was still fresh in her mind, and she would once again repeat that tragic ending.
At the very instant her teeth bit into her tongue, an even more powerful and aggressive pheromone rapidly suppressed the scent of mint and fir.