Divorcee O Finds Me Irresistible - Chapter 26

There was no hot water in the morning, so Fu Shuang had to rush through her shower and hurry off to work.

Now that she was home from work, she was taking a “revenge shower,” staying inside for what felt like an eternity.

The scent of her pheromones filled the apartment. Xu Qing endured it until her arms were scratched raw, her lips were bitten bloody, her knees were bruised from bumping into things three times, and she had fallen twice. She frantically inhaled half a bottle of inhibitor, chopped half an onion in the kitchen, and even took a whiff of chili powder, looking as frantic as a lost bee buzzing madly against a glass window, desperately trying to resist the urge to break down the bathroom door.

The Alpha’s primal instinct is to hunt, but at that moment, Xu Qing felt like the helpless prey, her imagination conjuring images of the steamy bathroom, the graceful beauty inside, and the invisible chemical forces dominating her.

The indescribable sensation was akin to a first-time drug user, every nerve in her body firing wildly, each cell vibrating with unnatural excitement. Neurons surged through her brain, conjuring hallucinations and phantom sounds, driving her to climax in her fantasies, drowning in a pleasure so intense it felt like both life and death.

Fortunately, the woman in the bathroom’s fervor soon subsided. With the help of the ventilation fan, the maddening pheromones finally began to dissipate.

The sound of water continued unabated. Xu Qing seized the brief lull to slip downstairs for a breath of fresh air, returning with a handful of cilantro.

Fu Shuang emerged from the bathroom, her towel draped loosely around her, long hair dripping wet against her chest, eyes slightly reddened as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Yet, in Fu Shuang’s eyes, Xu Qing seemed even more disheveled.

“Where did you go?” Fu Shuang’s voice was hoarse as she scanned Xu Qing from head to toe with concern.

Xu Qing forced a dry laugh, offering a stiff explanation: “I was halfway through cooking and realized I’d forgotten to buy cilantro.”

Fu Shuang’s gaze fixed on Xu Qing’s right elbow, where a bruise was visible from her angle. She stared at it with an unreadable expression, murmuring as if in a dream, “What dish needs cilantro?”

Xu Qing lowered her shirt sleeve to conceal the bruise, lowered her gaze, and smiled faintly. “Egg yolk soup. I added it on a whim.”

Scallions and cilantro were both excellent garnishes for soups, but Xu Qing remembered Fu Shuang’s aversion to scallions and her fondness for cilantro.

Her gaze drifted down to Fu Shuang’s slightly oversized slippers. She noticed Fu Shuang take a tentative step forward, as if wanting to offer some physical comfort—perhaps a damp embrace—but Xu Qing’s steady gaze froze her in place.

Just as Xu Qing felt self-conscious under Fu Shuang’s gaze as she stared at the bruise, Fu Shuang suddenly grew embarrassed after noticing the look of admiration in Xu Qing’s eyes.

Fu Shuang’s feet were exquisitely beautiful, gleaming white from her recent bath. Her toenails were painted a lustrous, pretty pink, and her slender soles were perfectly proportioned, with no overly prominent joints. The curve where her ankles met her calves formed the quintessential “comic book legs”—a shape so flawless that even Fu Shuang herself was deeply satisfied with her body. She occasionally took private photos purely for her own enjoyment.

“Your legs are stunning,” Xu Qing said, setting the cilantro down on the island counter. She was trying to make conversation. “Do you have any special skincare secrets?”

The open kitchen featured a spacious island counter on the opposite side, expanding the food preparation area. The island counter connected to a bar counter, which could serve as a temporary dining area.

Fu Shuang sat on a bar stool diagonally across from Xu Qing, one hand holding her loosely draped bath towel in place while the other propped up her chin. She pursed her lips and said, “If there’s a secret, it’s probably soaking in baths often—not just regular baths, but hot springs too. The more you soak, the fewer blackheads and follicle issues you get. Your skin feels incredibly smooth. Want to try it?”

Xu Qing separated the cilantro roots, rinsed them thoroughly in clear water, and glanced up at Fu Shuang. She changed the subject, saying, “What kind of family do you have, anyway? You even have a hot spring?”

Fu Shuang’s backyard did indeed have a pool fed by a natural hot spring, but such a luxury seemed beyond the reach of ordinary families. Having seen enough of the world to know better, Fu Shuang didn’t rush to answer. She sat with her long legs crossed, her gaze fixed on Xu Qing as she diligently washed the vegetables, her mind wandering. “Not really,” she murmured.

Xu Qing didn’t look up. Her short, layered haircut was easy to manage, with a few wisps of hair curling slightly at the sides. If she had a stray strand sticking up from the top, she’d look exactly like a character from an anime. Right now, the short bangs framing her forehead were damp with sweat, partially obscuring her raven-black lashes. Fu Shuang couldn’t tear her eyes away from that face.

This cool and handsome Alpha Sister possessed an unimaginable level of self-control, like a detached beauty radiating an aura of abstinence. She had suddenly unearthed a fetish Fu Shuang had never even explored before. In a daze, Fu Shuang wondered, Is this too much?

“What isn’t?” Xu Qing glanced at her hurriedly, as if determined to dispel the awkward tension and transform the atmosphere into a cozy, domestic scene.

Fu Shuang’s lips curved into a smile as she watched Xu Qing’s hands, glistening from the water in the sink. “You threw away the cilantro leaves,” she pointed out. “Planning to eat the stems instead?”

Xu Qing: “……”

Distracted while washing the vegetables, she had placed the freshly cut stems on the cutting board and tossed the vibrant green leaves into the trash.

How stupid.

The girl tilted her head back and burst into unrestrained laughter. Her hand, still clutching the bath towel, rose gracefully to touch her nose, half-concealing her smile. But the towel slipped unexpectedly, revealing a breathtaking view that even private photos had never captured.

Xu Qing gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She nearly sliced her hand with the kitchen scissors she was using to prepare the ingredients.

Having lived in women’s dormitories abroad and frequented swimming pools and bathhouses, Xu Qing was accustomed to seeing women uninhibited about their privacy. Some even enjoyed running around naked all day. While she had seen many bodies, few were truly beautiful; most were either unremarkable or even left lingering psychological scars.

Female Alphas don’t have prominent physical features. Xu Qing’s A-cup br3asts allowed her to feel light and comfortable year-round, but the downside was that it completely extinguished any possibility of self-pleasure. Ha, she had genuinely fantasized about what it would feel like to touch something soft and yielding.

Just as she had imagined, Omega features were indeed the opposite extreme. Merely imagining burying her face in Fu Shuang’s chest made Xu Qing’s entire body burn with heat.

Perhaps she was just a bit perverted. After witnessing Omega features firsthand, the bl00d pressure in her head surged, and it felt like tiny insects were crawling in her nasal passages. She quickly covered her nose, terrified of an undignified nosebleed.

“Achoo!”

The unfortunate Xu Qing had forgotten the lingering cilantro scent on her hands, triggering a violent sneeze. The undignified liquid suddenly erupted in such an absurd manner that Xu Qing nearly lost all face. Her eyes welled with tears as she glared at the source of her humiliation.

Before she could discern Fu Shuang’s expression, a sudden chill washed over Xu Qing’s face as a cup of cold water was splashed directly into her face, momentarily blinding her.

Fu Shuang angrily grabbed the water cup and hurled it, then turned and stormed away, clutching her bath towel and muttering something under her breath.

Xu Qing: “……”

No need to guess—Fu Shuang was definitely calling her a pervert! Xu Qing had only glanced over naturally, but perhaps there was indeed a perverted element to it.

Sigh, this meal is proving to be quite a struggle!

Fortunately, Xu Qing had a strong mental fortitude. She quickly recovered from her dejection and efficiently whipped up two dishes.

The aroma of the food wafted to the other end of the room. Xu Qing elegantly tapped her stainless steel spoon against her bowl and called out, “Darling, dinner’s ready!”

Fu Shuang emerged from the bedroom, having changed her clothes and partially dried her hair. The damp strands clung softly to her chest. Her face showed neither anger nor dejection, only a simple curiosity about what delicious dishes Xu Qing had prepared, as if the earlier incident had never occurred.

Xu Qing served the rice and introduced the dishes: “This is Yuxiang Shredded Pork, made with the radish shreds I prepared yesterday. And this is Stir-Fried Mushrooms and Greens, a recipe I learned online. It might not be perfect, but give it a try.”

“Anything Alpha Sister makes is bound to be delicious,” Fu Shuang said, settling into her chair and tilting her head up with a smile. Her canine tooth, peeking out from the corner of her mouth, looked as sweet as a spring blossom. “I’ve been eating takeout for days. I’d almost forgotten what home-cooked meals taste like.”

“Poor thing,” Xu Qing thought, wanting to reach out and stroke Fu Shuang’s hair, comforting her like a little kitten.

“Once I settle into my new job, I’ll start cooking at home and pack you a bento box to take to work every night,” Xu Qing said. “By the way, does your office have a microwave? Do people bring lunch from home?”

Fu Shuang first tasted Xu Qing’s cooking, her amber eyes widening in surprise. She gave a thumbs-up with her free hand, her body language overflowing with praise as she replied, “Yes, we do. Usually, families with live-in maids have them prepare bento boxes for their employees. For ordinary office workers, cooking at home is just too much of a hassle.”

Xu Qing served Fu Shuang more food, her tone casual as she said, “Perfect! I cooked extra rice and already packed you a bento box. Don’t forget to take it to work tomorrow.”

Fu Shuang paused slightly, as if a thought had struck her.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Qing asked.

Fu Shuang lowered her gaze, resting her chopsticks on the edge of her bowl. After a moment, she said, “I miss my mom.”

That woman, plagued by illness and consumed by pessimism, would only muster her strength in Fu Shuang’s presence. She would nag endlessly about what to bring to school, urging her to maintain good relationships with her classmates and to always yield three steps in every situation.

As a child, Fu Shuang had been driven mad by her mother’s constant nagging. She despised this self-sacrificing approach to parenting and loathed weak, incompetent people. In the blink of an eye, Fu Shuang had grown into adulthood, no longer hearing her mother’s nagging. While the silence was a relief… she had also become utterly alone.

For the first time in ages, Fu Shuang was enjoying a meal at home, listening to her Alpha Sister’s meticulous instructions. It felt as if she suddenly had a family, a complete family. The void in her soul seemed to be filled by something, and her entire being seemed to gain color.

Xu Qing observed Fu Shuang’s expression, secretly admiring her.

Not a single tear fell even when she was sad. In contrast, she had always appeared teary-eyed in Xu Qing’s presence. Comparing the two, were those earlier displays just acting?

“Why don’t we go visit her sometime?” Xu Qing suggested.

Fu Shuang hesitated, then picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of shredded meat on Xu Qing’s plate, as if apologizing for her long-term deception. After a moment, she replied, “Let’s wait a while before going.”

Xu Qing couldn’t quite decipher Fu Shuang’s hidden thoughts. Seeing her quietly picking at her food like a little squirrel, she finally couldn’t resist reaching out and gently stroking Fu Shuang’s head. First, her palm softly brushed through the fluffy hair, then she cautiously lowered her hand until it rested completely against Fu Shuang’s scalp, feeling the warmth of her skin. When Fu Shuang showed no resistance, Xu Qing finally relaxed completely and began stroking her hair boldly, like petting a koala.

Fu Shuang: “……”