Failed to Pretend to Be an Alpha and Got Marked by the Enemy (ABO, GL) - Chapter 75

Chapter 75

“If you don’t leave now, I really won’t be able to hold back,” Ming Zhu said.

Yu Jing glimpsed the fiercely burning desire in her eyes and shivered violently. She obediently released Ming Zhu’s hand and pressed her back against the wall, her expression hesitant and uncertain. “I…” she began.

Before she finished speaking, Ming Zhu decisively opened the door for her and pushed her out forcefully.

The gust of wind from the door hit Yu Jing’s face. She looked down at her bare feet, then up at the tightly closed door, her mind completely blank.

Did Ming Zhu really just kick her out like that?

Her biological knowledge reminded her that an Alpha in their susceptible period should not be provoked lightly. However, Yu Jing recalled how Ming Zhu had looked, struggling to endure, and she couldn’t help but worry.

It was said that an Alpha’s susceptible period was several times more unbearable than an Omega’s heat. Yu Jing couldn’t imagine what kind of torment that was.

When Yu Jing was in her own heat, Ming Zhu never abandoned her. How could Yu Jing just stand by and watch Ming Zhu suffer alone?

Coming to her senses, Yu Jing raised her hand and knocked on the door. “Sister, will you please open the door?” she asked.

She knocked once and called out “Sister” each time, but the person inside stubbornly refused to open the door.

The response she got was Little White’s “meow meow meow” sounds.

Yu Jing grew increasingly anxious, so anxious that she squatted down, intending to teach Little White how to open the door for her.

“Jingjing, why are you squatting here?” a puzzled voice asked from behind.

Yu Jing turned her head and saw Xiao Ye, who had been disturbed by her knocking. “I got locked out,” she said.

Xiao Ye assumed Yu Jing had locked herself out and said casually, “Then use the key to open it. Didn’t Sister Ming Zhu give you a spare key?”

Ming Zhu had indeed given her a spare key, which Yu Jing hadn’t used yet. Prompted by Xiao Ye, she instinctively reached for her pocket but found it empty. She then remembered the key was probably in her bag.

Following Xiao Ye to the opposite room, Yu Jing found the spare key in her bag and hurriedly walked out.

As soon as the key opened the door, a fluffy thing crashed into her feet. Yu Jing picked it up and realized it was Little White.

“Meow meow meow!” The little creature’s white fur bristled, as if it had been greatly frightened, trembling in her arms and making pitiful sounds like a plea for help.

Yu Jing smoothed its fur and looked closely, startled by the chaotic scene in the room.

Ming Zhu was a very tidy person with a bit of a cleanliness obsession. Before Yu Jing was kicked out, she remembered the room being neat and orderly. But in the blink of an eye, it looked like it had been ransacked—shoe cabinets toppled, chairs overturned, shoes, pillows, and decorative vases with flowers scattered on the floor.

This couldn’t possibly be Little White’s doing.

“Bang—” A loud noise came from the bathroom.

Little White’s body trembled violently, and it broke free from her arms, darting into the cat room like an arrow.

Yu Jing had no time to care about the cat. She ran into the bathroom and saw Ming Zhu standing unsteadily under the shower with her eyes closed. Yu Jing rushed over and hugged her, clothes and all.

Hiss, so cold.

She was actually taking a cold shower!

The sound of the water masked Yu Jing’s footsteps. Ming Zhu had no idea someone had come in. When she opened her eyes and saw Yu Jing holding her, the heat that the cold water had barely suppressed surged back.

Instinctively wanting to hug her but remembering her special condition, Ming Zhu clenched her fists and struggled to restrain herself. “Didn’t I tell you not to come near me? How did you…” she said.

“I’m your girlfriend! How can I just ignore you?” Yu Jing interrupted, holding Ming Zhu’s waist tightly, afraid she might fall.

Such intimate contact was enough to push Ming Zhu’s rationality to the brink of collapse. She pressed her hands tightly against her pants seams and said with difficulty, tilting her head back, “You can’t handle this.”

Yu Jing felt at a loss but remained stubborn. “Then how can I help you?” she asked.

The cold water quickly soaked them both, the wet fabric clinging to their bodies, outlining Yu Jing’s curves and stirring the restless pheromones in Ming Zhu’s body.

Ming Zhu felt she was about to lose control.

If she didn’t find a way, Yu Jing definitely wouldn’t give up.

Her thick eyelashes couldn’t hide the desire in her eyes. Ming Zhu closed her eyes briefly and pointed to the bathtub nearby. “Help me get in and fill it with cold water,” she said.

Yu Jing, only half understanding, followed her instructions, helping her into the bathtub and filling it with cold water. “Is this enough? Should I get some ice from the fridge?” she asked.

Ming Zhu nearly laughed at her bizarre train of thought. Her pale knuckles gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, and she shook her head. “You don’t need anything,” she said.

That simple? Yu Jing felt doubtful.

Ming Zhu’s reddened eyes gazed at Yu Jing’s pitiful, soaked face. She parted her lips slightly and said hoarsely, her throat dry, “Be good, go change your clothes, close the door, and don’t come in. I’ll soak for a bit, and I’ll be fine.”

Yu Jing wanted to say something but stopped.

Ming Zhu cut her off first. “Your presence here makes it harder for me,” she said.

Her presence was a test of Ming Zhu’s humanity. Ming Zhu couldn’t guarantee she could suppress the instinctive desires in her body. She didn’t want to force Yu Jing or hurt her.

Yu Jing actually understood what was happening deep down. Ming Zhu’s gaze felt like it could devour her, and she was a bit scared. So, after filling the water, she obediently left.

Stepping on wet footprints into the living room, Yu Jing looked back at the bathroom door every few steps, still skeptical.

Would soaking in cold water really work?

If it was that simple, why invent suppressants?

The more she thought about it, the less reliable the method seemed. Yu Jing stepped over the broken vase pieces on the floor, picked up her phone from the couch where she had left it, and opened the browser to search: What to do if an Alpha can’t use suppressants during their susceptible period?

The page loaded, and she saw a similar Q&A thread in an Alpha forum. She clicked on it.

[Topic: What to do if there are no suppressants during the susceptible period?]

1L: If you don’t have them, just tough it out. Is a mighty Alpha afraid of not getting through one susceptible period?

2L: Isolate yourself and try physical cooling.

3L: From experience, physical cooling only alleviates it; it doesn’t solve the root problem. You still have to endure the pain, and the higher your gene rating, the worse it is. My gene rating is only average, and the pain was, how do I put it, like living is worse than death!

4L: Living is worse than death +1. Every susceptible period, I wish I were a sweet little Omega. Being an Alpha is too hard.

5L: The one saying to tough it out, are you underage or a single dog? The most effective and quickest way is to find a sweet little Omega to relieve it. No pain, and it feels amazing.

Cold water dripped from her bangs into her eyes. Yu Jing’s fingers trembled slightly as they passed over the words “sweet little Omega” and “relieve.”

This method…

Inappropriate images flashed through her mind, and Yu Jing’s cold-soaked face suddenly flushed.

“Ugh—”

In her distraction, she heard a sound like a pained groan from the bathroom.

Her heart tightened, and she dropped the phone, rushing in.

Water overflowed from the bathtub, soaking the floor. Ming Zhu was curled up, her brows furrowed into a deep “V,” her pale face turning ashen from enduring pain, her expression full of agony.

Yu Jing stumbled over. “Sister, how are you?” she asked.

Why did she come back in? Hearing her voice, Ming Zhu’s body churned even more. Helpless inside, she forced a hoarse command through gritted teeth. “Get out,” she said.

Yu Jing ignored her, seeing the veins on Ming Zhu’s forehead and the lip she had bitten until it bled. Her heart clenched.

In just a few minutes, the cold water in the bathtub had been heated by Ming Zhu’s terrifying body temperature. If the surface was this hot, what kind of unbearable pain was she enduring inside?

Yu Jing realized she had been tricked. This method didn’t work at all.

Ming Zhu was in so much pain she couldn’t tell if the liquid on her face was cold sweat or cold water. She pushed Yu Jing, trying to get her disobedient girlfriend out.

But Yu Jing hugged her tightly. “I’m not leaving. I want to help you,” she said.

The restless urges in Ming Zhu’s body stirred, and she kept pushing. “You can’t help me,” she said.

Yu Jing suddenly grabbed Ming Zhu’s burning hand, pulled it through the wet fabric, and pressed it to her chest.

The unusual sensation slowed Ming Zhu’s pushing. She looked at Yu Jing in shock. “Jingjing, what are you doing?” she asked.

Yu Jing’s chest rose and fell slightly, her determined gaze tinged with shyness. She lowered her head and said softly, “Sister, I want to make love with you.”

Ming Zhu’s pupils shook, her hand froze, and her throat tightened. “Do you know what you’re saying?” she asked.

Yu Jing’s wet eyelashes trembled slightly. She said nothing, hooked one hand around Ming Zhu’s neck, leaned in, and kissed her lips.

Ming Zhu’s mind exploded, her rationality shattered. She hugged Yu Jing back, pressed her against the bathtub’s edge, and kissed her deeply.

The night grew darker.

Hiding in its cat bed, Little White cautiously pricked up its ears, listened for a while, and felt the danger might have passed. It tentatively stepped out, creeping along the wall.

The floor was still a mess, with a suspicious puddle of water.

Not knowing what it was and feeling thirsty, Little White lowered its head and licked it.

After licking, it found it a bit dirty and stuck out its tongue. Following the wet trail, it stepped to the bathroom door.

Suddenly hearing a strange sound, it pressed against the door warily, squinting through the crack to peek inside.

It turned out the owner and her little darling were bathing inside.

But why make such odd noises while bathing?

Even stranger, why was the owner’s little darling so lazy, not moving and letting the owner wash her?

The owner was odd too, washing without a towel, just poking and prodding with her hands.

The bath foam kept increasing—could this really clean anything?

Little White couldn’t understand human bathing methods, its round head full of question marks.

When would they finish? It was so thirsty.

Little White waited until it nearly fell asleep, woken by the owner’s gentle, husky voice.

It couldn’t understand human speech, only saw that after the owner spoke, her little darling’s body trembled, her face flushed red, and she mumbled something back.

Then the owner gently wrapped her little darling in a towel, lifted her carefully, and stepped over Little White, walking slowly to the bedroom.

Little White had wanted to drink water but grew worried at the sight. It suspected the little darling had fainted from bathing too long and tiptoed after them.

Just reaching the door, the owner spotted it.

The owner unceremoniously picked it up, tossed it out of the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Why wouldn’t she let it in? Little White scratched the door in grievance, trying to make noise to express its dissatisfaction.

But its scratching was drowned out by the strange sounds from inside.

Little White’s paws were nearly worn out. It gave up completely, lay by the door, and listened to the odd noises all night.

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