Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? (GL) - Chapter 24
What kind of messed-up logic is this?! And just because she hadn’t experienced it personally didn’t mean she didn’t know! Everyone knew the one on top did all the work, and the one on the bottom just lay there and enjoyed it. So if someone was already enjoying it, wasn’t it fair to take better care of the one putting in the effort?
Across the table, Shen Jueshu had a subtle but helpless look on her face. What on earth is Jiang Siyue even saying?
She and Sui Yu had already agreed to divorce—how could anything like that happen between them? No one was getting in bed, so where exactly were “top” and “bottom” coming from?
And did she really have to be saying all this out loud?
Sui Yu ignored the nonsense. She pushed the non-spicy crayfish back toward Shen Jueshu and said flatly, “If you want to eat, peel it yourself.” Then she turned back to her own spicy crayfish and started peeling them for herself.
She figured she’d already been more than fair to Shen Jueshu. The woman had literally slapped her before, and she hadn’t even held her accountable for it. And now she was supposed to peel shrimp for her too? What was she, free labor? Get hit and still offer the other cheek?
No wait… she already hit both cheeks last time…
Faced with the two dishes of crayfish in front of her, Shen Jueshu made no move to respond.
Watching the entire scene unfold, Jiang Siyue’s expression shifted from hopeful to utterly defeated. Sui Yu’s hopeless. Completely tone-deaf. Didn’t she get it? Jiang Siyue was trying to play matchmaker here! Even if they didn’t end up together, couldn’t they at least warm up to each other?
Giving up, Jiang Siyue scooted farther away, trying to avoid catching any of Sui Yu’s emotional dullness like it was contagious.
If Sui Yu knew what Jiang Siyue was thinking right now, she would’ve exploded. Hopeless? Who was more hopeless than her—the original simp, full-time lapdog, and part-time romantic masochist? If the apocalypse ever came and zombies invaded, even they probably wouldn’t want to eat that brain!
After this not-quite-dinner, not-quite-midnight-snack celebration, the three women returned to their respective rooms.
Sui Yu, however, was already feeling woozy. The beer might’ve tasted awful, but when paired with grilled skewers and fried snacks, it had somehow gone down a little too easily.
Before she knew it, she had finished three bottles.
Unfortunately for her—her alcohol tolerance was trash.
By the time she stumbled back to her room, she wasn’t seeing double yet, but her vision was definitely blurred. Staggering toward the bathroom, she knew one thing for sure—there was no way she was going to bed with this beer stench on her.
She ran a bath, slid into the warm water, and let out a sigh of pure bliss as the tension in her muscles slowly melted away. It felt so good, she was tempted to just fall asleep right there.
But as the water gradually cooled, she forced herself to get up. Unfortunately, the second she tried to stand—
Slip—
“Ah—!” she gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. That fall jolted her halfway sober. She clutched her lower back where it had smacked against the tub. For a moment, she didn’t even dare move.
That hurts like hell! Did I just break my back?
With her phone nowhere in reach, it took her a long time to even sit up. Every tiny movement pulled at her waist, making the pain spike all over again.
Is this world cursed or something?!
Her face was still swollen, and now her waist was injured too! What next?!
Eventually, she crawled out of the bathroom, wincing every step of the way. After struggling into a bathrobe, she reached for her phone and tried calling Jiang Siyue—only to find that the girl wasn’t answering at all.
What the hell is she even doing?!
Grinding her teeth in frustration, Sui Yu realized she had no choice but to support herself and slowly, painfully, hobble her way down the stairs.
In that moment, she made a silent vow—she was going to install an elevator in this house. Why hadn’t the original owner thought of that in the first place?!
This was getting ridiculous. And just because she hadn’t experienced it herself didn’t mean she didn’t understand how it worked! Everyone knew the one on top was the one doing all the work, while the one on the bottom just lay there and enjoyed it. If they got to enjoy it, what was wrong with taking better care of the one doing all the heavy lifting in daily life?
Shen Jueshu, overhearing the exchange between the two, was speechless. What was Jiang Siyue even talking about?
She and Sui Yu had agreed to a divorce—how could anything like that even happen between them? No s3x, no “top” or “bottom.”
And did Jiang Siyue really have to say all that so loudly?
By the time Sui Yu had finally located the medicinal wine and slowly dragged herself upstairs, she suddenly picked up the faint scent of pheromones at the second-floor landing.
Her heart tightened instantly. She quickened her pace.
There were only three people in the house—herself, Shen Jueshu, and Jiang Siyue. And since the scent wasn’t her own, it had to be one of the other two. But no matter who it was, this wasn’t good for her. Omega pheromones had the power to drive Alphas into a frenzy.
As she got closer to her own room, the scent intensified. And underneath it, she could now detect something else: agitation, pain—like a wild animal screaming in desperation.
Sui Yu suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her Alpha senses confirmed it—the pheromones weren’t Jiang Siyue’s.
They were Shen Jueshu’s.
Her face twisted in conflict as she turned to look toward Shen Jueshu’s room. The heavy scent of pheromones was still spreading, as though its source had fallen into an even deeper state of suffering.
Was she… entering a heat cycle? Sui Yu frowned. But if so, didn’t she have suppressants?
She clenched her teeth. She really didn’t want to get involved—but she couldn’t ignore it either. She could feel the cry for help hidden in Shen Jueshu’s pheromones, silent yet desperate. Then, a flash of memory from the novel came back to her—the original owner had deliberately withheld suppressants during Shen Jueshu’s heat, resulting in long-term hormonal imbalance and increasingly frequent, painful cycles.
Sui Yu didn’t hesitate. She knocked hard on Jiang Siyue’s door. It took a while, but Jiang Siyue eventually stumbled out, half-asleep and annoyed.
“You’re the one who said an artist’s image is everything,” she grumbled. “Why are you interrupting my beauty sleep?”
“No time. Do you still have suppressants?” Sui Yu asked urgently. “Shen Jueshu—she’s in heat!”
“!”
Jiang Siyue instantly sobered up. She rushed back to her room and returned with a box of suppressants, stuffing it into Sui Yu’s hands.
“I can’t go,” she said, shaking her head firmly. “She’s a top-tier Omega. If I get too close, I might go into heat too. And if both of us are affected and the suppressants don’t kick in fast enough… we’re screwed.”
There was only one Alpha in the house—Sui Yu.
If physical comfort was needed, it would fall on her. Jiang Siyue wanted no part of that.
“What if something happens between me and her?” Sui Yu gritted her teeth. Did Jiang Siyue forget she was an Alpha and Shen Jueshu an Omega?
“…I believe in your self-control!” Jiang Siyue gave her a thumbs-up, then added with a grim sort of logic, “If I get pulled in too, it’ll just be you trying to handle both of us at once. Think about that for a second.”
Sui Yu: “…”
Ruthless. Absolutely ruthless.
Suppressant box in hand and gritting her teeth through the pain in her back, Sui Yu made her way to Shen Jueshu’s door. She knocked loudly, calling her name.
No response—only the overwhelming, violent emotions emanating from the other side of the door. And as she stood there, that pressure seemed to creep toward her, wrapping around her neck, clawing at her skin.
The raw, oppressive pheromones made her own glands pulse uncontrollably. It was unclear whether it was from excitement or fear—but either way, she couldn’t calm her mind.
She twisted the doorknob. It was unlocked. Relief.
But the moment the door creaked open, it felt like she’d stepped into a blizzard.
The suffocating intensity of Shen Jueshu’s pheromones hit her like an avalanche, making her breath hitch. Her own pheromones began leaking in response, as if trying to wrap around the wild scent in the air, wanting to dance with it.
Sui Yu gritted her teeth and forced herself to clamp down on her scent, holding tightly onto the box of suppressants as she searched the room for Shen Jueshu.
Then—pain exploded across her lower back.
The box slipped from her grasp. Her already injured waist slammed into the floor again, making her eyes sting with tears.
“Shen—!”
She was about to yell—but when her eyes met Shen Jueshu’s, the rest of her words died in her throat.
What kind of eyes were those?
They were soaked in hatred—a darkness so deep it looked bottomless. There was violence in them. Brutality. She looked at Sui Yu not like a person—but like prey.
Sui Yu… had become the hunted.
And when she saw Shen Jueshu open her mouth and start to move toward her, she could almost see the fangs behind that perfect, terrifying smile…