Forced to Pretend to Be an A and Marry the Best Actress Omega - Chapter 35

Now? Comfort her?

No, it shouldn’t be—Jiang Lingyu had been perfectly fine all evening, except when answering the last question, when her eyes resting on the back of Xu Mifei’s neck had burned particularly intensely.

At the time, Xu Mifei had thought it was just an illusion caused by her own racing pulse.

Had Jiang Lingyu already been feeling unwell then?

She walked toward Jiang Lingyu.

In the basic instructional materials she had found, it said that when an omega was about to fall into a state of needing comfort, appropriate touch, gentle breathing, and similar body temperatures could help alleviate their discomfort and delay the onset of heat.

This level of contact only worked on omegas who were still conscious and rational—beyond that, it would be ineffective.

Xu Mifei restrained her hand, not letting her entire palm press against Jiang Lingyu, only allowing her fingertips to lightly make contact.

Jiang Lingyu should still be in a conscious state now… That was why she had pulled Xu Mifei’s hand—what seemed like an ambiguous gesture had instead become her way of staying lucid.

Xu Mifei had never seen Jiang Lingyu completely lose control either. Even when her neck flushed with the color of peach blossoms from arousal, at most she would only let out soft sounds, her breathing growing rapid.

At such times, Xu Mifei felt like a blasphemer under the moonlight, always burying her face in that soft neck hollow, not daring to lift her head to gaze upon the cold and noble deity.

Jiang Lingyu’s soft body remained pressed against the door. She had been the one to draw Xu Mifei closer, yet when that body heat truly entered the space immediately around her, she startled and abruptly leaned back.

Xu Mifei’s hand now pressed seamlessly against the small of her back, the scorching heat of her palm as if it might burn through Jiang Lingyu’s clothes.

“…Sorry, did I scare you?”

The other woman quickly moved back slightly out of politeness, even releasing her hand from Jiang Lingyu’s waist, but Jiang Lingyu only felt a hollow chill.

Every pore where Xu Mifei’s palm had just been pressed seemed to open up, silently begging to be covered again, unwilling to let her go.

Her body, it seemed, was far more intimate with Xu Mifei than she herself was.

Her mind grew momentarily dizzy, so she stopped diverting her attention to suppress the pheromones threatening to spill out. In that instant, she suddenly had a premonition—tonight would leave an indelible mark on both her and Xu Mifei.

Unaware of Jiang Lingyu’s thoughts, Xu Mifei ultimately overcame her hesitation and met Jiang Lingyu’s eyes, her gaze lingering on Jiang Lingyu’s face and neck.

“Shall we begin?”

Jiang Lingyu didn’t answer, but Xu Mifei caught the familiar scent of pheromones.

This time it was gentle, clinging to her like an embrace, the warmth of bergamot carrying a hint of intoxicating sweetness.

Xu Mifei couldn’t help but take a deep breath. She realized that even if she held her breath, her body seemed to have a will of its own, eagerly capturing the fragrance in the air and urging her closer to its source.

“What’s wrong, don’t know what to do?” Jiang Lingyu remained leaning against the door, a trace of inquiry in her eyes. “Or are you still thinking about those questions from earlier?”

It was a statement, not a question. Xu Mifei’s gaze paused—how did Jiang Lingyu know what was on her mind?

The answers from last night’s game started echoing word for word in her mind—things like how the most intense pleasure came from suffocation, or light biting, nuzzling against her… Why did she have to say such shameless things out loud!

In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t been lying entirely—just embellishing the truth to a degree she could tolerate.

But back then, it was during the game. They had to win.

Now, alone together, recalling those words made her feel like they’d crossed a line. She could only hope Jiang Lingyu wouldn’t bring them up again.

“…I wasn’t thinking about it.” Xu Mifei avoided Jiang Lingyu’s gaze, but she couldn’t escape the pheromones—they wouldn’t let her turn away.

Startled, she looked back at Jiang Lingyu.

“You’re very familiar with those things, aren’t you?” Jiang Lingyu’s words sent a jolt through Xu Mifei’s heart, and the weight of her stare made her shoulders tingle faintly.

“I’m not!”

When she’d answered those questions, the person in her mind had been…

Jiang Lingyu.

But Jiang Lingyu seemed to have misunderstood, thinking she’d tried those things many times before with others.

In reality, even the original owner of this body wasn’t what outsiders assumed. After all, a beta’s secrets couldn’t be exposed. The original’s preferences were… unconventional—she didn’t even take her clothes off. How could she have experimented so much—

Wait. Xu Mifei suddenly realized that when she answered, she’d already tacitly agreed—if it was with Jiang Lingyu, for the sake of marking, she could do those things.

She froze.

She was the one who had told Jiang Lingyu she couldn’t separate s3x from love. Yet now, she was blurring the boundaries again and again for her.

Or… had her feelings for Jiang Lingyu started to change?

Could pheromones even alter her way of thinking?

“Not what?” Jiang Lingyu suddenly let out a soft laugh. “Are you saying you weren’t thinking about how to act on your preferences?”

Xu Mifei stood motionless, her face burning.

The rising concentration of pheromones slowed her reactions, but Jiang Lingyu wasn’t faring much better. The effect was mutual—her cheeks were already flushed, yet her rationality remained intact. She knew exactly what she wanted to find out.

The moment Xu Mifei answered, she needed to know—had Xu Mifei already done those things before?

“I’ve never… been with anyone else,” Xu Mifei forced out. “Couldn’t you tell from how I comforted you before? I’m not good at it.”

But somehow, those words provoked Jiang Lingyu, who pushed her back by the shoulders.

The omega before her had eyes that burned bright, the corners faintly red—whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell—as if she’d been wronged.

Not good at it? Jiang Lingyu bit her lip, holding back the urge to scold Xu Mifei.

Xu Mifei’s kisses had tormented her, sending her teetering between heaven and hell. It was the first time she’d known a kiss could be so intensely stimulating—and that was “not good at it”?

Then what counted as good? And who would… endure it if she were good?

Jiang Lingyu’s sudden movement caught Xu Mifei off guard, but the force was nothing to her—she didn’t even budge. Instead, the light presses of Jiang Lingyu’s fingertips sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn’t know what Jiang Lingyu would do next, but she knew one thing—Jiang Lingyu needed comfort.

And she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Really,” Xu Mifei stepped forward, grasping Jiang Lingyu’s hands, “Whenever I’m near you, I always feel nervous, at a loss, unsure how to respond—it’s all instinct and following your lead… If I were experienced, would I be like this?”

This action was already difficult for Xu Mifei at this moment—the difficulty lay in her inability to maintain eye contact with Jiang Lingyu.

She knew touch, body warmth, and gentle words could all aid in comfort, and she wanted to do her best. But they were completing this series of actions driven by pheromones and agreement. The moment she met Jiang Lingyu’s eyes, an intense shame surged in Xu Mifei’s heart.

Those bright amber eyes would make her see clearly the disgraceful impulses and filthy desires rising from the depths of her heart.

She only wanted to follow Jiang Lingyu’s instructions… To provide comfort within those bounds, without overstepping. But now Jiang Lingyu hadn’t told her to kiss her scent gland, and Xu Mifei felt parched—her body needed water, lots of it.

“Do you know what an experienced person would do now?” Jiang Lingyu murmured suddenly, withdrawing one hand to instead grip Xu Mifei’s wrist, pulling her forward sharply until the distance between them vanished.

She slowly separated Xu Mifei’s slender, clenched fingers one by one, but didn’t interlace them with her own. Instead, starting from the base of each finger, she lightly traced her fingertips along to the tips and the spaces between, her gaze following the movement. The heat of that look made Xu Mifei’s heart constrict repeatedly.

Jiang Lingyu didn’t glance at Xu Mifei even once, completely focused on caressing with her incredibly soft fingertips. Yet her gaze burned so intensely it felt like a covert yet brazen visual violation.

Xu Mifei didn’t know where Jiang Lingyu had learned this.

She only knew she was done for.

How could someone possibly die from pleasure just from being looked at before comfort—she completely lost control of her breathing and heartbeat, even wishing Jiang Lingyu would guide her fingers somewhere deeper and warmer.

A kiss, or a kneading touch—anything would do, just not leaving her hand frozen here in torment.

Jiang Lingyu only carefully touched all five fingers, as if performing some cleansing ritual in her own way, then released her hand.

If there hadn’t been a door behind her, Xu Mifei felt she might have fled immediately.

Perhaps this was what Jiang Lingyu considered something an experienced person would do.

As if she’d let her leave.

When Jiang Lingyu herself could barely take it either, her ears red enough to drip bl00d.

Xu Mifei knew she’d probably inhaled too many pheromones, her thoughts somewhat affected. Using that “cleansed” hand, she grasped Jiang Lingyu’s waist again, the soft body instantly yielding to her hold.

“Why… today, so many pheromones.”

They couldn’t stay by the door—Xu Mifei feared her movements might become too rough, making noise against it.

She lifted Jiang Lingyu by the waist and carried her to the sofa.

As she set her down, her gaze bore down from above, pressing heavily onto Jiang Lingyu.

Though the sofa was soft, Jiang Lingyu felt a tingling numbness spread from her spine to her limbs, as if lashed by that very gaze.

“The final day of heat requires a stronger level of comfort than any other time.” Jiang Lingyu tilted her head back. “So today, your comfort won’t just need kisses—it’ll need biting too.”

The words left Jiang Lingyu flushed with heat. Her legs went weak, dangling limply until Xu Mifei hooked a hand beneath her knees, lifting them back up while stepping forward to press against her, preventing Jiang Lingyu from sliding off the couch.

“If I bite, there won’t be any pheromones… Will it still work?” Xu Mifei’s gaze drifted somewhere uncertain. “Hold still.”

She couldn’t.

Jiang Lingyu furrowed her brows, fighting against the shame rising in her chest. “What’s needed is the sensation of penetration to stimulate the nerves. It won’t be as effective as injecting pheromones, but it’ll help.”

Xu Mifei’s eyes returned to Jiang Lingyu, lingering for two seconds before asking slowly, “What other comforting methods involve… penetration?”

For a moment, if Jiang Lingyu didn’t know Xu Mifei was a beta, she would’ve thought this was a way to force her to beg for pleasure.

She wanted to escape, but there was no way to leave this suffocatingly dangerous proximity.

Xu Mifei was right—the moment before suffocation was also when pleasure peaked. This kind of danger was addictive.

In just a thought, her life and death would return to Xu Mifei’s fingertips.

“There’s one method of comfort second only to marking. Maybe it’s not penetration—it’s invasion.” Jiang Lingyu heard herself speak with eerie calm. “Enter my body.”