Divorcee O Finds Me Irresistible - Chapter 29

For cohabitating couples, the biggest challenge is figuring out when to break down barriers and deepen their intimacy.

The first hurdle is learning how to share the same space without awkwardness.

On Friday evenings after work, Fu Shuang grew restless the moment the TV was turned off.

Xu Qing, who rarely spoke and always quietly went about her tasks, seemed completely unaffected by the awkwardness. She started by organizing the shoes under the entryway cabinet, then emptied the dustbin of the robotic vacuum cleaner, watered the monstera plant on the balcony, and trimmed away a few withered leaves.

Fu Shuang sat on the sofa, hugging her knees, staring at her phone, but her peripheral vision kept tracking Xu Qing’s movements.

Legend had it that Alphas were smelly and lazy, but Fu Shuang felt like she’d won the lottery. She’d found a girlfriend who was diligent and loved to tidy up. Besides cleaning the apartment, Xu Qing even took the time to trim Koala’s claws and shave the slippery fur between his paws—a testament to her meticulousness.

Fu Shuang secretly messaged Wan Lanruo, outwardly complaining but inwardly bragging: “She’s obsessed with cleaning. The place is spotless—she even cleans up after my cat! It’s ridiculous!”

Wan Lanruo: “Seriously, this is insane! What kind of luck do you have?!”

Fu Shuang: “It’s alright, I just picked her up on the street.”

Wan Lanruo: “Where can you just pick up an Alpha like that?! I want one too!”

Fu Shuang glanced furtively at Xu Qing, who had unconsciously moved closer. She quickly covered her phone screen and asked guiltily, “What’s up?”

“You’ve been smiling at your phone non-stop. What’s so funny?” Xu Qing peered curiously.

Fu Shuang tried to hide her phone, thinking, Was I really laughing that obviously? Remembering the Internet celebrity’s profile she had just searched, she quickly changed the subject. “That Internet celebrity we met tonight really has ten million followers! He’s a big shot!”

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, settled beside Fu Shuang on the sofa, picked up a cream puff they had bought on the way home, and took a bite, saying nonchalantly, “So?”

Fu Shuang stared at Xu Qing’s freshly washed and dried hands, still slightly flushed, her thoughts racing. She blurted out, “What do you think about me starting my own social media channel? I can’t be that much worse than him, right?”

Xu Qing noticed Fu Shuang staring at her hand and, assuming she wanted another cream puff, offered her one. She then explained clearly, “To succeed as a content creator, you need a clear niche. You must have a thorough understanding of your chosen field and know how to engage your target audience. That’s the foundation. You’re still young. Even if you get lucky and go viral, what’s your long-term plan? How will you maintain consistent content output?”

Seeing Fu Shuang lower her head in thought, the cream puff untouched in her hand, Xu Qing realized her explanation was too abstract. She offered a concrete example: “Take that Internet celebrity we met today. He’s decent-looking, but his content relies on shamelessly interviewing strangers on the street. If people are willing to talk and happen to be witty, he gets usable material. But if they ignore him, he gets nothing. Even after building a large following, his monetization strategy still boils down to selling merchandise. Does that process truly create value? Is that the kind of work you’d enjoy?”

Fu Shuang sighed. “I don’t like selling things, and I hate interviewing strangers. I just thought if someone like him can make so much money, why am I stuck earning just over a hundred yuan a day at my internship?”

Xu Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa, turning off the TV and saying to her darling girlfriend, “Making money depends on opportunities. If you started a personal media channel and put in the effort, you’d be just as good as him. What kind of content would you want to create? Something music-related?”

“I used to have an account where I posted singing videos, but I only got a few thousand followers,” Fu Shuang said casually, resting her head on Xu Qing’s shoulder and taking a bite of her cream puff. “Now most songs are copyrighted, so there aren’t many videos I can post. I don’t even know what else I could do.”

Xu Qing pulled out her phone, her interest piqued. “What’s your account name?”

“It’s really old, don’t look,” Fu Shuang protested, but Xu Qing had already started typing “Bai Lu” into the search bar. Alarmed, Fu Shuang lunged to snatch the phone, wrapping her arms around Xu Qing. “Don’t look, Older Sister! It’s so embarrassing!”

The more Fu Shuang squirmed, the more Xu Qing’s curiosity grew. The two wrestled on the sofa for the phone, Fu Shuang finally collapsing into Xu Qing’s arms and playfully tickling her waist. To her surprise, the tactic worked perfectly!

Xu Qing flinched violently at each tickle, laughing so hard she leaned back, and the phone tumbled onto the carpet during the struggle.

The crystal chandelier in the living room blazed brightly, dazzling Xu Qing as she gazed at Fu Shuang’s face. Her makeup, though slightly smudged around the eyes, still left her lashes perfectly defined. Her skin was flawless, luminous, and free of the morning’s puffiness or the midday’s heat-induced redness. As the saying goes, she grew more beautiful with each passing hour. The misty, watery look in her eyes was enough to crush anyone’s heart… If Xu Qing could resist this, she’d be less than human.

Her hand, which had been resting on the back of Fu Shuang’s neck, slowly slid down, gently caressing the hidden gland beneath the thin skin.

It was like finally scratching an itch you couldn’t reach. Fu Shuang nearly gasped aloud, her lips parting slightly as her arms tightened around Xu Qing, her hand instinctively squeezing the flesh of Xu Qing’s side.

“Is it here?” Xu Qing’s voice echoed like a whisper in a silent valley—clear and soft, yet heavy as a falling stone, its lingering resonance wrapping around Fu Shuang’s ear like a spell.

Hearing Fu Shuang’s soft moan, Xu Qing was certain she had found the right spot.

As if guided by instinct, Xu Qing’s fingertips were naturally sensitive to Fu Shuang’s gland. As she gently stroked the delicate skin, Xu Qing herself experienced an unprecedented surge of pleasure.

She held Fu Shuang tightly in her arms, the latter limp as a plush pillow doll, her head resting against Xu Qing’s shoulder. Fu Shuang had completely entrusted the most intimate part of her Omega self to her lover, whom she had only known for less than two weeks.

What does it matter?

Fu Shuang adored this closeness. She cast aside all her reservations about Alphas, forgetting her earlier declarations that she would never be a slave to pheromones. Just being held like this, comforted in Xu Qing’s embrace, made her want to linger forever.

Damn pheromones.

Yet Fu Shuang desperately craved them.

That intoxicating scent, if released deliberately by Xu Qing, would surely shatter her rationality. Fu Shuang shuddered to think what she might do under its influence.

Would she beg Xu Qing to mark her, as the forum posts described? Would she plead to become pregnant, to bear Xu Qing’s child?

How terrifying.

Fu Shuang didn’t want children.

An unspeakable, humiliating sense of degradation flooded her mind. She feared becoming a slave to pheromones, yet a part of her seemed to yearn for it, every cell in her body trembling with anticipation.

On the verge of tears, Fu Shuang’s nails scratched a faint line across Xu Qing’s skin.

A faint scent of pine resin suddenly bloomed, its lingering notes carrying the rich fragrance of gardenias, fresh-cut grass, and delicate orchids, even mingling with the cool morning mist from the mountain valley. This intoxicating chemical cocktail completely activated Fu Shuang’s glands, sending a shiver down to her bones.

“No… please,” Fu Shuang pleaded, her voice trembling. “Older Sister, don’t stop…”

Xu Qing’s hand, resting beneath Fu Shuang’s collar, paused slightly. Her voice, thickened as if filtered through the mist, carried a gentle, wistful hesitation. “Don’t stop?”

With Xu Qing’s pause, Fu Shuang’s suppressed sobs finally broke through. She gripped Xu Qing’s body frantically, squeezing hard. “Don’t stop…”

Xu Qing, ticklish but impervious to pain, found the sensation strangely stimulating, stirring her usually stagnant emotions. She smoothed her hands over Fu Shuang’s skin, cradling her face with tender reverence. “Have you ever done this before?” she asked softly.

Fu Shuang considered lying, but feared getting caught in a web of deceit that neither of them could untangle. Gritting her teeth, she countered, “You must have experience, right?”

Unexpectedly, Xu Qing met her gaze and said, “No.”

Her clear, unwavering eyes left no room for doubt—what she said was true. She wouldn’t lie.

But why?

It was said that Alphas started biting people as early as three years old and began marking others immediately after their differentiation. An Alpha of Xu Qing’s age should have experienced countless partners and likely already produced multiple generations of offspring.

Fu Shuang realized she still didn’t truly understand the Alpha community, did she?

“Don’t stop,” Fu Shuang commanded, then leaned in to give Xu Qing a brief kiss. Their breaths mingled as she lowered her voice, speaking with a hint of severity, “I don’t believe you. How could someone as beautiful as you have no experience?”

Xu Qing lowered her gaze, like a robot doll being controlled. Her hand returned precisely to Fu Shuang’s gland, gently caressing it. Her voice carried a soft, melancholic tone, like a little dog rejected by its owner, standing drenched in the rain, forlornly saying, “Teach me.”

Fu Shuang couldn’t help but gasp. Even without the influence of pheromones, she couldn’t resist this gentle older sister’s affectionate persistence.

The poor sofa groaned under their combined weight. The lateral pressure shifted its legs by a few centimeters, and with each movement, the crystal chandelier above them sparkled even more brilliantly.

Fu Shuang had already prepared to bid farewell to her rationality. Her hand, as if cheating, slipped beneath Xu Qing’s waist, finding the abdominal muscles smoother than she’d imagined—firm and powerful. According to the wildly off-topic Omega forum users, thick muscles meant explosive strength, while lean muscles meant endurance. If she had to choose, stamina and patience were far more valuable qualities.

“Turn off the lights first, and close the curtains,” Fu Shuang swallowed nervously. “I’m not feeling my best today. Maybe today isn’t the best time. You can try, though.”

Xu Qing stroked Fu Shuang’s hair, the silken strands slipping through her fingers. She gazed at Fu Shuang, her voice dreamy. “I smell a strong pheromone scent, baby. Is this what you call ‘not feeling your best’?”

Hearing this, Fu Shuang’s cleverness once again paid off.

“You teach me” implied that Fu Shuang had more experience.

Fu Shuang’s “experience”… was nothing more than random tips gleaned from the forum, including some nonsensical advice about male-male and male-female relationships. Detailed, practical information was scarce, and most relevant posts had been censored.

Just grit your teeth and go for it.

Fu Shuang’s hand greedily explored Xu Qing’s body, skillfully avoiding the crucial questions. “We’ll find out when we try,” she said.